Tap. Tap. Tap.
Crisp footsteps echoed from deep within the research lab. The pace of the approaching figure wasn't hurried, yet there was a strange, spellbinding rhythm to each step.
Rather than hearing the sound from afar, it felt as though each step reverberated directly within Haru's chest.
Moments later, the true master of this research facility finally appeared.
Lusamine—that was her name.
This time, the blonde beauty wasn't cosplaying as Lillie.
She'd put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, her long hair draped elegantly over her pale shoulders, giving her a more serious air than usual.
On top, she wore a white short-sleeved blouse, the collar casually open to reveal a subtle hint of carefree charm.
Below, a black pencil skirt perfectly accentuated her shapely figure...
As for her black sheer tights—they somehow added an extra layer of allure to Lusamine's already magnetic presence.
In her hand, she held a slender teaching pointer.
It was clear Lusamine had modeled her look after a classic teacher's outfit—hence the "textbook" attire.
But there was one rather glaring issue with this ensemble...
The clothes seemed a bit shoddily made.
From the front, everything looked fine—buttons all accounted for.
But from the side...
The armor of her blouse had a massive tear along its flank.
If Haru stood behind her, he could easily slip both hands through the gap and explore her undefended core.
And the most devious part was—the tear was positioned just perfectly.
Haru's hands could cup those vital points with almost deliberate ease.
Even if he didn't move his hands, just standing behind Lusamine gave him a view akin to having the Unseen Fist ability—seeing straight through her defenses to the most vulnerable spot beneath.
But that wasn't all.
The quality of her pencil skirt was equally questionable.
While it technically covered her hips, anyone observing carefully from behind would spot a conspicuous section of missing fabric.
If Haru so wished, he could lift what was supposed to be a pencil skirt—but in truth resembled an X-rated curtain—and perform a devastating Heavy Slam on Lusamine.
And oddly enough, her tights were also conveniently missing fabric in certain key areas...
Haru wouldn't even need to bother peeling them off.
All one could say was that Lusamine had clearly been scammed this time.
She'd genuinely wanted to be a good teacher, only to end up with this kind of outfit. Truly tragic.
However—Haru, still an unregistered student, couldn't yet fully comprehend Lusamine's good intentions.
Twitching slightly at the corner of his mouth, Haru questioned Lusamine when she was about five paces away:
"What... exactly are you doing?"
Haru honestly couldn't wrap his head around it anymore.
He'd genuinely thought Lusamine called him here for some serious business.
Normally speaking—wasn't this sort of thing supposed to be initiated by the guy?
How come with Lusamine... she was acting like some Chosen Goddess of Lewdness?
Still, credit where credit's due—this classic teacher outfit on Lusamine really did awaken a strong urge in Haru to go full Standing Big Hand Mode.
She truly knew how to sell it.
Like a seasoned actress—once she donned the costume, she stepped perfectly into character.
Even Haru had to admit—his Railway Deck had just overlaid into Gustav Max Cannon.
"Of course, we're here for class. Are you ready, children?"
"Today's lesson concerns the very continuation of humanity itself—vitally important!"
With a serious expression, Lusamine pushed her glasses up and—somehow produced a bed from who-knows-where.
"Ideally, this class would use a proper anatomical model, but since this classroom was just set up today, we're missing a lot of equipment... so we'll have to make do with substitutes."
"Haru, please come stand beside your teacher."
"Let's start from the very basics. This is my first time using this particular teaching method..."
At this point, diligent student Haru felt he absolutely shouldn't pass up this rare chance to better himself.
"Professor Lusamine—please guide me! I'm eager to improve!"
"Good, then first... as we all know, both humans and Pokémon need sufficient nutrition in their early stages of life."
"Only by drinking plenty of nutrient-rich Moomoo Milk... can they grow bigger."
"Would you... like to try it for yourself?"
Lusamine's voice grew softer and more breathless with each sentence—until Haru could barely tell whether she was speaking or quietly gasping.
But none of that mattered now.
Fighting spirit blazing, Haru could no longer hold back his urge to unleash a move.
"Professor Lusamine—please help me 'grow'!"
In an instant—Haru launched none other than the Dark-type move: Wicked Blow!