Virginity at risk ? (2in 1) - Pokemon : Negative Emotion System

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Pikachu sniffed the cheese stick like it was defusing a bomb. Left, right, a little nibble—no sparks, no toxic fumes, no signs of instant paralysis. After about five more dramatic sniffs and a cautious lick, Pikachu finally concluded that, yes, it was just a regular cheese stick. With a squeak of delight, it grabbed the snack with both paws and started munching away, eyes squinting in pure bliss.

The little guy looked almost elegant as it nibbled away, holding the cheese stick with both paws like it was sipping tea at a fancy party. It even gave a satisfied "Pika!" between bites, cheeks bulging with cheese like a fluffy yellow chipmunk.

David just stared at it, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. "You good? Or do you need a food taster for every meal now?"

Pikachu paused mid-chew, glancing up with innocent eyes before giving him a sheepish grin. David shook his head, rubbing his temples. "You really thought I'd poison a cheese stick? Me? I'm broke, but I'm not evil!"

Pikachu just kept chewing, its tail wagging happily as if it didn't just accuse him of attempted murder by dairy product. David sighed, opening his mouth to continue his rant when—

DING!

A blaring system notification popped up right in front of his eyes, bold red text practically screaming at him:

[1.8 kilometers ahead, found Shiny Ralts!!!]

David blinked at the glowing letters, almost convinced he was hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes, but the message was still there, floating in mid-air like a neon sign. He squinted, leaning forward. "Shiny Ralts? Are you kidding me?"

Ralts wasn't just some run-of-the-mill Pokémon. It was the first stage of Gardevoir, one of the rarest and most elegant Psychic-Fairy types out there. Finding a regular Ralts in the wild was like spotting a unicorn doing taxes. But a Shiny Ralts? That was like seeing that unicorn drive off in a sports car.

David's brain practically short-circuited. "A Shiny... just... just wandering around out there?" he muttered, disbelief written all over his face. He knew how absurdly rare Shiny Pokémon were. Statistically, the odds were about one in ten thousand. To put that in perspective, he'd have better luck getting struck by lightning while winning a raffle for free pizza.

But it wasn't just about the color. In this world, Shiny Pokémon weren't just palette swaps—they were beasts. Their stats were naturally boosted, sometimes even possessing abilities their regular counterparts could only dream of.

David's mind started racing, memories flooding back of stories he'd read online. Lance's infamous Shiny Gyarados that tanked Electric-type moves like they were mere static shocks. The Crystal Onix that could swim through water without breaking a sweat, flipping the whole "Rock types hate water" rule on its head. And, of course, there was the legend of Steven's Shiny Metagross, the same one that duked it out with Groudon and Kyogre for three days straight in some wild comic arc. That thing was practically invincible until it passed out from sheer exhaustion.

He couldn't believe it. A Shiny Ralts was just chilling out there, practically waiting to be caught. The idea of catching one made his heart thud in his chest. "This... This is insane!" he stammered, his hands already fumbling to double-check the coordinates. "1.8 kilometers... That's practically around the corner!"

Pikachu looked up from its cheese stick, still munching away, completely oblivious to the meltdown happening right beside it. "Pika?"

David turned to Pikachu, eyes wide with excitement. "Pikachu! We gotta move! There's a Shiny Ralts nearby!"

Pikachu stared at him blankly for a moment, then back at its half-eaten cheese stick, clearly weighing its options. Finally, it stuffed the rest of it into its mouth with both paws, cheeks bulging like it was smuggling golf balls, and nodded eagerly. "Pika pika!"

David grinned, scooping Pikachu up onto his shoulder. "Alright, no time to waste! Shiny Ralts, here we come!"

And with that, he bolted down the road, Pikachu gripping his shoulder with one paw and clutching crumbs of the cheese stick in the other, looking both thrilled and slightly confused.

David barely noticed the strange looks he got as he ran full sprint down the street, babbling to himself about shiny odds, boosted stats, and how he was going to make this Ralts the most overpowered Gardevoir the world had ever seen.

One thing was for sure: if that Shiny Ralts was real, David wasn't going home empty-handed.

***

If the Ralts didn't have a Trainer, David was going to make it his. If it already had one, well, at least he'd get to see it up close and improve his Pokémon knowledge. Worst-case scenario? He could always brag about it in the school group chat and rack up some sweet, sweet negative emotion points from the jealous masses.

Heart pounding with excitement, David followed the system's directions to the spot where the Shiny Ralts was supposedly located. He soon found himself in front of a strange little shop, barely lit from the inside, with a soft pink glow leaking through the cracks. The shop's sign was also an eye-catching shade of pink, adorned with sparkly letters.

"Gardevoir Shampoo Room?"

David squinted at the sign, his mind struggling to process. Was this... a hair salon? Exclusively for Gardevoirs? He scratched his head, looking more confused than a Marshtomp that accidentally wandered onto dry land.

[Marshtomp confused.jpg]

He ran a hand through his own hair, realizing it was kind of a mess after sprinting here. Maybe a quick wash wouldn't hurt. Without thinking too hard about it, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, Pikachu perched on his shoulder.

Immediately, his senses were assaulted by a cloyingly sweet perfume. The air was so thick with it that Pikachu wrinkled its nose and covered its face with its tiny paws, almost falling off David's shoulder.

"Ugh... What is that smell?" David muttered, eyes watering. The shop's interior looked just as strange as the outside—dimly lit, messy, and definitely not your typical salon. As he tried to figure out why a shampoo room needed mood lighting, a set of loud footsteps echoed from the stairs at the back.

Down the steps came a woman dressed in a tight, skimpy outfit, her high heels clacking loudly against the wood. Her eyes landed on David, and she lit up like she'd just won the lottery. In an instant, she closed the distance and wrapped herself around his arm, giving him a dazzling smile.

"Hey there, handsome! First time getting your hair washed here?"

David froze, his brain grinding to a halt as he processed the situation. He felt something soft pressing against his arm, and a wave of hormones hit him like a Machamp's punch. He glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of her overly made-up face and the bright, hungry glint in her eyes.

"Uh... y-yeah... First time," he managed to stammer, feeling his face heat up.

The woman looked absolutely thrilled, her grin widening. Apparently, David being tall, decent-looking, and clearly clueless made him the prime catch of the day. She leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear.

"We do all kinds of washes here," she whispered, her tone sweet and suggestive.

David's brain finally kicked back into gear, and a creeping realization dawned on him. He glanced around again, really taking in the pink lamps, the dim lighting, the faint music playing in the background. His eyes landed on a poster on the wall, depicting a Gardevoir with a suspiciously sultry pose.

Oh.

This wasn't just some Pokémon shampoo room. This was that kind of place. A brothel disguised as a salon.

[Marshtomp facepalm.jpg]

A single bead of sweat rolled down David's forehead as he cursed his naivety. His mind was screaming at him to leave, but his legs weren't exactly cooperating. He couldn't just abandon his mission. After all, the system clearly stated that the Shiny Ralts was here somewhere. Maybe it was kept upstairs? Yeah, that was it. He just needed to buy some time and figure out where the Ralts was hiding.

Pikachu, meanwhile, seemed entirely unbothered by the situation, still nibbling on the last of its cheese stick. David shot it a quick glare, but the little guy just gave him a clueless look in return.

Determined not to lose sight of his goal, David tried to pull his arm away. The woman just tightened her grip, now practically purring into his ear.

"Come on, sweetie, don't be shy. Let me take good care of you."

David felt his resolve waver for a split second, but then he remembered his dignity. He was an aspiring Pokémon Trainer, not some guy who wandered into questionable establishments out of curiosity. He needed to stay focused.

Forcing a shaky but confident grin, he allowed himself to be led upstairs. This wasn't giving in. No way. This was just tactical infiltration to find that Shiny Ralts. Yeah, that's it. Tactical.

His conscience gave a loud cough, but David ignored it. As they ascended the stairs, his eyes darted around, trying to spot any hints of a glowing green horn or a familiar psychic shimmer.

One thing was clear: if that Shiny Ralts was really here, David wasn't leaving without it. Even if he had to, well, improvise a little.

Fortunately, the young woman who had practically dragged David upstairs wasn't in any kind of hurry. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear, and whispered, "I'll go change into something more...appropriate." With a wink that could probably cause traffic accidents, she strutted off, heels clicking with each step.

The second she disappeared down the hall, David snapped back to his senses. He turned to Pikachu, who was perched on his shoulder, still smugly adjusting its little red hat. "Alright, Pikachu, keep an eye out! If she comes back, make some noise."

Pikachu crossed its tiny arms and smirked. "Pika pika! (You were enjoying that!)"

David's eyes narrowed. "Cut the crap! Just watch the hallway, or I'm taking that hat back and returning it!"

Pikachu gasped dramatically, clutching its precious hat like it was the Holy Grail. Without another word, it leapt off David's shoulder, darting toward the end of the hallway like a tiny, yellow security guard. Somewhere far away, the shop owner sneezed violently, as if he'd just sensed Pikachu's undying loyalty to that hat.

With his little scout in place, David began creeping down the dimly lit corridor, hands brushing against the wallpaper that probably hadn't been changed since the Stone Age. He approached the first door cautiously, hand on the knob, and swung it open. What greeted him was a shriek that could peel paint.

"AHHHH!" a woman screamed.

David's eyes went wide. Lying on a massage table was a very bald, very sweaty, and very startled man, flab jiggling like it was performing its own dance routine. A woman next to him froze mid-massage, her hands still buried in the guy's back fat like she'd just been caught robbing a bank.

David blinked. Twice. "Uh... sorry. Carry on." He closed the door gently and exhaled. "Well... that's a memory I'm stuck with forever."

He shuffled to the next door. "Maybe it's in here!" he whispered to himself, optimism still somehow intact. He pushed it open without hesitation.

"AHHH!" screamed another woman.

"What the—" shouted a gruff voice. "You little punk! You wanna die?!" The man on the bed yelled, covering himself with a towel that did absolutely nothing to hide the horrors beneath.

David slammed the door shut so fast it nearly bounced back. "Why is every room in here like an episode of Cops?"

He hurried down the hallway, Pikachu glancing back with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that," David muttered. "I'm looking for Ralts, not... whatever that was!"

He flung open another door.

"AHHH!"

"I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" a terrified voice screamed from inside. "SHE'S JUST MY COUSIN!"

David slammed the door shut and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm the Champion of the Kanto League."

Four doors later, David hadn't found a single trace of Ralts, but he had collected a good amount of negative emotion points from the system. Each scream and shout seemed to ping his invisible meter like he was racking up points in some twisted carnival game.

[Obtained negative emotion value +50...]

Panting slightly, David stopped to catch his breath when he heard the familiar click of heels. He turned around slowly and saw the young woman from earlier strutting back, now dressed in an outfit that could generously be described as 'barely there.' Her eyes glimmered with suspicion as she approached.

"Little brother," she cooed, swaying up to him, "what are you doing up here?"

David scratched the back of his head, feeling Pikachu's judgmental eyes boring into him. "Uh... just... exploring?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and glanced at Pikachu, who just shrugged helplessly. She didn't seem convinced, but she grabbed David's arm anyway, her grip firm. "Little big brother," she said with a teasing smile, "how do you want to play?"

David's brain short-circuited for a moment. "What's... uh... what's available?"

The woman's smile grew wider, like she'd just hooked a Magikarp. "We've got everything, sweetie! 1,000 for Common, 10,000 for Special!"

Her breath was hot against his ear, and David felt his face flush. His brain screamed at him to stay focused, and he mentally ran through the core values of Trainer virtue and even recited the opening lines of the Pokémon League's Code of Conduct in his head just to stay grounded.

But when the numbers finally clicked, his eyes shot wide open. "Ten... thousand?!" he blurted out. "For a hair wash?! You're inflating the prices! This is completely disrupting the market! If I say yes, I'm contributing to the problem!"

The woman blinked, momentarily stunned by his outburst. Pikachu facepalmed in the background.

David took a deep breath, standing tall and proud. "I refuse to be exploited! I won't allow the market to be manipulated by your... your... shampoo cartel!"

The woman blinked in confusion, surprised by the righteous declaration.

David turned to the young lady, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Uh, miss, I'm still just a student, y'know? Not exactly rolling in Pokédollars," he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

The woman blinked, visibly surprised, before giving him a look up and down. Her eyes lit up like she'd just found a shiny Eevee in the wild. She hesitated for a moment, tapping her chin as if she were working out some grand equation, then leaned in conspiratorially. "Little brother, how about… five hundred?" She held up five perfectly manicured fingers, her smile glimmering with opportunity.

David raised an eyebrow, smirking just a little. Oh, she had no idea who she was dealing with. He might've looked clueless, but he had just negotiated a shopkeeper down from 250,000 Alliance Coins to practically pocket change. This was just another bargaining session. He cracked his knuckles, stretching his neck like he was about to go ten rounds with a Machamp. "Look, sis, I'm here during the day, right? You don't have many customers in broad daylight, do you? I mean, it's not exactly peak hours," he reasoned, gesturing around dramatically.

The woman frowned, glancing back at the empty rooms behind him. Most of them were completely vacant, the only sounds coming from a far-off vacuum cleaner and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Her expression wavered. David's logic was… oddly compelling.

"Well… I guess it's true," she admitted reluctantly, scratching her head.

"Exactly!" David pressed on, eyes gleaming with the thrill of negotiation. "Daytime rates should be lower. It's the same with karaoke rooms. Happy hour discounts and all that!"

The woman blinked, clearly trying to process his twisted yet convincing logic. She finally nodded, albeit hesitantly. "Fine… four hundred. But that's a friendship price!" she said, crossing her arms, as if daring him to keep pushing.

But David was just getting started. He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper like he was about to share some great ancient secret. "Alright, let's break this down. What's your actual cost here? Twenty Alliance Coins at best, right? And hey, I even brought my own!" With a flourish, David reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, square box, waving it in front of her eyes like it was his ace card.

The woman squinted, staring at the box. "Durex Ultra-Thin… 0.01?" she read aloud, completely flabbergasted. "Wait, you brought your own—who just carries that around?!"

David just grinned wider. "Preparedness is key, my friend. And look, that's one less thing you gotta provide, right? I'm practically saving you money!"

Her eye twitched as she processed what he was saying, her perfectly composed smile slipping for just a moment. In that moment, David's ears rang with the familiar sound of the system going off in his head:

[Obtained negative emotion value +50 from Trixie...]

The young woman stared at him, clearly debating whether to laugh, scream, or maybe call security. David just gave her his most innocent grin, as if he hadn't just attempted the bargain of the century. In his mind, the little red counter of negative emotion points kept ticking up, and he couldn't help but feel just a little bit proud.

***

David's grin stretched wide as the system's notification rang in his ears. His eyes gleamed with pure mischief as he turned back to the young woman, eyebrows raised. "Four hundred Alliance Coins? Really? C'mon, let's break that down. Where's the cost coming from? Enlighten me," he said, crossing his arms like he was about to give a lecture on basic economics.

The woman blinked, momentarily stunned by the audacity of his question. She puffed out her chest dramatically and huffed, "What? People always gotta pay for a good time!" She said it with such confidence, you'd think she was announcing it on live TV.

David just shook his head, sighing deeply, like he was genuinely disappointed in her logic. "Look, sweetheart," he began, voice lowering as if he were about to share the secret to life itself, "we're in this together, right? A mutual connection, two souls entwined in happiness. How is it fair that I shoulder the cost alone? Shouldn't joy be… shared?" He gestured widely, as if spreading the concept of equality to the whole room.

The woman stared blankly at him. "…"The last time she was this speechless was… actually, she couldn't remember. Maybe never.

Her eyes narrowed, teeth gritting so tightly that David thought he heard a crack. She practically growled, "So, what? By your logic, I should be paying you, huh?"

David blinked innocently, clearly surprised by how reasonable she sounded. He gave her a slow, solemn nod. "Well, I mean… it only makes sense, right?" He spread his hands like he was explaining the laws of physics. "I bring the good vibes, you get the joy. It's practically teamwork!"

The woman's jaw dropped. She was so angry she looked like she might burst into flames. Her voice wavered with rage as she shouted, "Little brother, are you from that Golduck store next door?!" She squinted at him like she half-expected a neon sign to pop up over his head saying Professional Cheapskate.

She had heard horror stories about the last guy who tried to haggle there—he was still in the hospital with PTSD from a three-hour negotiation. But this guy? He wanted the whole experience for free… and wanted to get paid for it. If it weren't for his annoyingly handsome face, she would've thrown him out by now.

Before David could even respond, another woman in a nurse outfit burst out from behind the curtains, practically tripping over her heels as she rushed toward him. "Hey, hey, hey! Little big brother!" she called out with a grin. "Fifty Alliance Coins! I only need fifty!" she said, waving her hands eagerly like she was running a yard sale.

David raised an eyebrow. Where did she even come from?

The original woman's face went stiff, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles cracked. "Crystal, you cheap tramp! Are you out of your mind?! Fifty?!"

Crystal tossed her hair back defiantly. "Oh, I'm just trying to keep busy! Besides," she leaned in and fluttered her eyelashes at David, "he's so handsome, I'm not exactly losing out here!" She winked with all the subtlety of a Snorlax belly-flopping into a pool.

David stared, genuinely baffled by what was happening. This wasn't how negotiating was supposed to work, right?

The first woman, whose name was Trixie, practically vibrated with rage. "Oh, you wanna undercut me?! Fine! Forty! I only want forty!" she shouted, glaring daggers at Crystal.

David scratched his head, completely lost. Why did it suddenly feel like he was the one being sold?

Before he could piece together this madness, Crystal fired back with her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? Well, thirty! I'll do it for thirty!" she yelled triumphantly.

"Twenty!"

"Ten!"

"Five!"

"I'll do it for free!"

"I'll pay him!"

David's jaw hung open, genuinely impressed. "Okay, okay!" he interrupted, waving his hands before this spiraled any further. "I appreciate the enthusiasm. Really, I do."

He straightened his jacket and gave Crystal an approving nod. "I guess I'm going with you then, huh?" he chuckled, feeling like he had just won an auction in reverse.

Crystal blushed and grabbed his hand eagerly. Trixie just stared, slack-jawed and defeated. She looked like she was going to explode. "Paying him? You absolute psycho!" she shouted, but it was too late.

David shrugged at her as he was practically dragged away. "Hey, supply and demand, right?" he called back cheerfully.

[Obtained negative emotion value +50 from Trixie…]

David couldn't help but smile as the notifications flooded in. He didn't even have to try sometimes.

***

David followed behind Crystal, who strutted ahead in her incredibly revealing nurse uniform like she was on a catwalk. She swung open the door to a dimly lit room with a fluffy pink bed in the center, then practically shoved him onto it with surprising enthusiasm.

"Whoa, easy there!" David yelped, flopping onto the mattress. He bounced once, then straightened up, smoothing his jacket like he was adjusting for a job interview.

Crystal leaned over him, her hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt. David's eyes widened as he grabbed her wrists mid-lift. "Whoa, whoa! What do you think you're doing?" he asked, blinking rapidly like she'd just tried to rob him.

Crystal froze, her perfectly manicured nails just inches from peeling his shirt off. "Uh… taking off your clothes?" she said, her head tilting slightly like wasn't that obvious?

David's eyes glimmered with pure confusion. "For what? I thought I was getting my hair washed! Why are you going for my shirt?"

Now it was Crystal's turn to look baffled, blinking at him like he'd just spoken in Wingdings. "…What? Hair? You—you haggled for like ten minutes out there just for a shampoo?"

David nodded, his expression so sincere it almost hurt to look at. "Well, yeah. It says right outside—'Gardevoir Shampoo Room.' I even brought my own conditioner." He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of Sitrus Berry Revive & Shine, shaking it in front of her face like proof of purchase.

Crystal stared at the bottle, then back at David, then back at the bottle. Her brain seemed to visibly short-circuit. "You came here… to get your hair washed?" she repeated, voice hollow with disbelief.

David squinted at her. "Uh, yeah? Isn't that… what you do here? I mean, it's called a shampoo room. Not exactly rocket science." He paused, looking around the dimly lit room with its suspiciously low ceilings and velvet curtains. "You are a legitimate shampoo business, right?"

Crystal's mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. She looked like a Magikarp on land. Finally, she managed to squeak out, "Y-Yeah… totally. Shampoo… that's… that's what we do here."

David slapped his hands together and hopped off the bed. "Alright! Let's get this show on the road, then!" Before she could even process what was happening, David wandered over to the back of the room, where a dusty sink sat under a flickering light. He plopped himself down, leaning his head back over the basin with the eagerness of someone who just found a coupon for a free buffet.

Crystal just stood there, frozen in disbelief. Her mouth hung slightly open, eyes glazed over with the kind of shock that therapists spend years trying to untangle. This… this had never happened before.

"You gonna get started, or…?" David called out, adjusting his head to find a comfortable position. "Also, just a heads up—I like a good scalp massage. Really work out those knots, y'know?" He gave her a thumbs-up, like he was signing off on a business contract.

Crystal's hands moved automatically, her brain still lagging about five minutes behind. She grabbed a bottle of actual shampoo—one she kept around just for appearances—and walked over to the sink. In her head, she was still processing the fact that she was actually… washing his hair.

She poured out a generous dollop and started scrubbing, and David let out a satisfied sigh. "Ahhh, that's the stuff. You've got good technique," he remarked, as if he did this every Tuesday.

Crystal, still utterly flabbergasted, just nodded mechanically. "T-Thanks…" she muttered, her hands working through his hair.

Meanwhile, the system prompt chimed in David's head:

[Obtained negative emotion value +20 from Crystal...]

David closed his eyes and smiled contentedly. Not only was he getting a free wash, but the system was feeding him negative points like he was at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Best five bucks he never spent.

Chapter 19 - Virginity at risk ? (2in 1)