Ms. Ketchum obediently made herself busy with cooking breakfast when you and Albitina appeared downstairs the next day. You wondered if it was actually morning. This is not your world, how would you now. Why should you care?
Only one item was material, the disc you would need to train the creature Albatina. Once she knew the attack called psychic you would pervert that power and use it to dominate Ms. Ketchum’s mind. Of course, understanding the nature and flow of the universe and its polarity in regards to what is feebly grasped and gathered by many as destiny, you are prepared to coast from event to seemingly unrelated event until you reach your goals. You may gain and lose, you may shift your position even in the course of a day. Your goal will remain the same. The healthy figure of Ms. Ketchum provides a constant motivating factor.
For now you abuse the conventions of this world and cause her to labor in the kitchen hour after hour without rest. You and you slave are certainly hungry. You command Ms. Ketchum in her duty as household chef. She makes dishes and politely watches you eat. Then you order her to make more and she demurely watches you all over again. It seems to you that she is ready-made to be dominated. You notice her brown hair, so full and healthy. She has excellent genes, she will produce excellent children.
You notice that Albalina’s tight ass is no longer white but a hot pink. You devilishly hope that Ms. Ketchum suspects the meaning of this color change. After a few hours you tire of Ms. Ketchum’s cooking game. You retire to the living room and pick a plush chair. The slave Albalina prowls in after you and uses your lap as a chair, her arm thrown over your shoulder. You revel in breaking the little taboos of this world and it’s culture. You imagine going out and shocking people today with your public displays.
Where is the disc? How can you get reliable information from these country bumpkins? Of course, your homeworld had volumes regarding every aspect of this world. Was your memory healing itself? The disc you would need would be for sale at a large department store or at a casino. That’s it! That’s a good start. You will have your slave teleport you back to the pokemon center and question the clone Nurse Joy about these matters. The residents of this world are no match for your mind -- fractured or otherwise.
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