I'm not a Trainer

XV: The wiles of the Mewtwo (Mature)

NARRATOR

The previous event that happened before Trainer still lingers in his mind. The room was silent yet his overthinking is loud. Every single time he attempted to delete his thoughts, the same thing will repeat again to disturb him.

Then he pushed himself to sit on the bed

'If only I knew beforehand...I wouldn't be in this state.'

The night befalls them is quiet. Such emptiness typically would bring peace and harmony for the Trainer who always values tranquillity whenever he wanted to settle inside a peaceful mind. However, just for tonight, the night felt deafening, as if his ears were no longer a part of his body. Only his light movement that would sweep across the fabric blanket is audible.

The deadly cold breeze that would brush his skin lightly now feels like a steamingly hot zephyr that suffocates him. He rubbed both his arms against one another responding to his severe anxiety. Everything inside his body screams that something is off, that danger would gradually find its way to knock on the door.

He was overwhelmed by the immense pressure and at last, he gives up as he unfolded the blanket from his body, heading off to the door trying to find some fresh air outside, yet what meets him after he opens the door wasn't an exit, it was somebody, a Pokemon, a Mewtwo...

'Mewtwo?' Trainer stutters when he feels something is different about Mewtwo tonight.

'I thought you were asleep, looks like I was wrong.'

'Oh, not yet at least. I was thinking of going outside for a bit. I'm not feeling very comfortable insi-...'

'However, this does mean I don't need to do a lot.' Mewtwo cuts off the Trainer's word showing she wasn't interested in listening to him.

Her eyes glow devilishly purple keeping her gaze on his sight. He felt a sharp jolt of electrocution on his spine, he backs away three steps from Mewtwo who's standing by the door frame. Never once he let his guard down whenever he's with Mewtwo. The goal had always been, "To keep Mewtwo appreciating his company." and the plan should've worked.

So, the Trainer felt a mix of emotions swell up inside. It was confusion, fear, and regret. "Did I piss Mewtwo off ?" is what he tried to convince himself, though it must be mentioned, how naïve and innocent his thoughts are compared to what Mewtwo feels.

'Uhh, Me-...Mewtwo?' He spouts with a droplet of sweat forming on his forehead.

Mewtwo was driven by her desire. Psychic-type Pokemon are the ones who have greatly reinforced minds, implying they won't break down to their emotions as easily as the others would, but this time it's different. It was the first-ever moment where Mewtwo felt such desire, and seeing a potential beloved in front of her, "Who would miss such a chance?" she said to herself.

'Mewtwo, let's talk about this...'

'Pardon me, but I think you've been mistaken. I've been suppressing this for far too long...' Closing the distance from him, she brings herself forward to him with a smirk.

She grabbed his face, brushing through his jawline with her fingers...

'What a cunning face you have~.'

holding his lower jaw forcefully as she dragged him up, pressing their lips together. Trainer's arm flexed in reaction to her sudden movement. As much as he disliked the idea of Mewtwo going down on him, his body doesn't lie about what it wanted. She was barely hanging on to her desires, while for him it was just beginning to rise.

'Wh-...Why did you do that?"

'It's unfair, you let your Vaporeon do it with you.'

'Wh-...What? Wait? I...Huh?'