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[Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to make. 

The results of the poll across all platforms, from Webnovel to ScribbleHub to Wattpad, are in. 

The sex scene will be written, and for those of you who don't like that and just want to read what happens next, I have put labels before and after the scene, which you can spot and read from then onward. 

Also, we have just 2 remaining chapters before we go back to Austin's journey. 

Okay, enjoy.]

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In the dim light of the hotel room, Miyamoto dragged Red, his face flushed and covered in sweat, to the edge of a modest bed. 

With a swift motion, she removed Red's Pokéball belt and deftly turned the release button to the side, locking the Pokémon inside their spheres. 

Red, struggling with the heat radiating from his body, managed to lock eyes with her.

"Oh, don't worry, this is so no one disturbs us," Miyamoto said, her smile brimming with a confidence that took Red by surprise. 

Red wanted to question her, to understand the sudden shift in the air between them, but his thoughts were quickly smothered by the mounting pressure in his chest. It felt as if every breath was a battle, each inhale a fight for survival. 

The room around him seemed to fade, his focus narrowing to the struggle within his own body.

He wanted to speak, to call out for help, but the words wouldn't come. The only thing that filled his mind was an overwhelming desire to relieve the pressure that threatened to consume him. 

~~~~~[ LEMON WARNING+18 ]~~~~~~~

Cling. 

The sound of clothes hitting the ground broke the heavy silence of the room. 

Red's gaze shifted, catching sight of Miyamoto as she discarded her outer garments. 

For a moment, time seemed to slow, and Red found himself swallowing hard.

Her skin was filled with an array of scars yet they didn't disgust Red rather it intensified Miyamoto's sexy hour glass figure.

He found himself unable to look away, captivated by the display. A primal desire awakened within him.

"Like what you see?" Miyamoto teased.

Red, feeling suddenly self-conscious, attempted to divert his gaze, but Miyamoto's smile only grew wider. 

"What's wrong with indulging? It won't change anything between us... Stop resisting. I know you're horny, and you want this," she coaxed as she shook her hips side to side.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Red stammered, his eyes darting away, trying to maintain a semblance of denial.

His attempt at evasion was short-lived. Red tensed as he felt the soft touch of Miyamoto's breasts against his chest, Miyamoto had closed the distance to press her body onto him. 

"Let's do it, let's have sex," she urged softly, her whisper sending a shiver down his spine.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it. Just relax, sit back, and leave everything to me," Miyamoto assured him, her voice soothing yet filled with an underlying promise of pleasure.

Red tried to look away, but before he could gather his thoughts, Miyamoto leaned in closer. 

Her lips met his in a kiss that was unexpected and gentle.

As Miyamoto drew back, Red noticed her lips, a quick lick that seemed to punctuate the moment they had shared. 

"Did that change your mind?"

Yes, he wanted this. 

He wanted to have sex.

Miyamoto could only chuckle before her lips wrapped around his cock. 

He tasted so salty, her tongue swirling around the tip. 

She couldn't help but moan. 

Red's head leaned back; she was like a succubus, the way her tongue moved around his cock. 

He leaned back on the wall and moaned loudly, his fingers tightening around her hair and tugging harder. 

He wanted his full length in her mouth, and every part of his body craved her touch.

"You…" 

Red was gasping, feeling her tongue run along his ridge and go to his tip, swirling around the tip and licking. She gagged a bit each time he shoved himself deeper into her. 

"Are ... so good?"

Red was larger than she expected. 

She pulled away, gasping for air, his taste still lingering in her mouth; she was on all fours panting, and his dick was still hard.

"I am still not satisfied," he told the woman before him, every part of his body craving her. 

Cells wanting to feel her skin, he chuckled a bit, drool streaming down his lips. 

It was more than satisfying while her tongue danced around his cock while he didn't release. His cock was still hard as he was just holding back; he wanted to cum inside of her.

Stripping off his clothes, he threw them onto the same pile where her clothes were. He took a step closer to her, grabbing a fist full of hair, and pushed her closer to his cock again.

"Finish," he ordered, "but go slowly."

Red wanted to feel full satisfaction.

"You are so impatient." Miyamoto licked her lips again. 

She would listen to his request; he looked so cute begging her. 

She licked the side of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of it. 

Her tongue started at the base and moved up with her soft fingers. 

She was taking pleasure in seeing his face twisted with pleasure and him panting. 

Her name was on the tip of his tongue, and she wanted him to moan her name.

Her own womanhood, dripping wet, her other hand squeezing her breast, toying with her nipple, before slowly making her way to her own entrance, slipping her fingers inside. She was enjoying the sounds he was making, satisfied with seeing his head roll back and him clenching her hair tighter. She loved the tug; she wanted him to tug harder. Her tongue on his tip, she engulfed his cock, shoving her finger deeper inside of her, followed by a second.

Her walls clenched around her finger. She bopped her head up and down, thanks to his help.

He was reaching his first climax, and she wasn't even close. She found her clit and began pressing down. His hands tangled with hair, he moved his hips with her, wanting to be deeper inside of her. "Miyamoto," he moaned loudly, and he released his load inside of her. He pulled out, finding great enjoyment and seeing her cheeks filled with his cum.

"Swallow," he ordered her, crouching down to make eye contact with her, his fingers untangled from her hair, and cupping her cheeks. Thumb rubbed across her bottom lip where a bit of cum had spilled out.

"You look so beautiful on all fours," he told her.

She swallowed his sperm, tasting the salty sweetness of his juice.

"I don't want to be on all fours all night," she said, slipping her thumb into her mouth and beginning to suck. He audibly gasped, feeling the heat from her mouth as she sucked.

He chuckled and laughed before removing his thumbs from her mouth. Scooping her up, he could only chuckle. Miyamoto felt his chest move as she was pressed to his body. Skin to skin, the only cloth that was still in the way was her underwear. He seemed more than desperate to remove the last shred of clothing and have her fully naked.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressed to his chest. He was getting hard again; he wanted to be deep inside of her. He wanted to feel her walls clench around his manhood, but he would wait. The treat was always sweeter once he waited. He kissed her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady. His lips found hers, and he captured her mouth. 

His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, wrestling with her tongue and dominating it. He wouldn't allow her to win; he wanted her to understand that she was his, and he wasn't going to let her know. No other man was going to dominate her, and there would be other men who could touch her or please her the way he would.

She moaned into the kiss, breaking it for a short breath, her chest heaving and her cheeks pink. He sucked on her bottom lip. 

"You are so beautiful."

Red whispered.

She gasped.

His lips moved down her neck, sucking and biting, leaving fresh red marks on her skin—marks that basically claimed her as his. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his skin when he placed his mouth on her nibble, his tongue moving around her nibble. They were so hard, so pink, and so sensitive that he found great pleasure in sucking and tasting a different part of her body. He moved to the other breast and nibbed and bit.

Her own moans and the way her body twisted under him gave him joy; she was moaning his name with those tantalizing pink lips. 

"Red," she gasped. She was heaving his name. 

He chuckled a bit. 

He was getting hard again. 

He wanted to end the night with her screaming his name, and he was getting too impatient to continue with the foreplay any longer.

Standing up, she maneuvered her body so she was facing the bed, her cock pressed to her ass. 

Her shapely ass twitched in anticipation; she eyed him from the corner of her eyes, making brief eye contact with him before moving down to his hard cock. 

Her fingers twitched as well, wanting to hold it again, the taste still on her tongue. She was getting wet again, and her juices started running down her leg.

He chuckled again. 

He loved the desperate look on her face. Carefully, he moved so he could feel his length shoved between her legs. 

"You are such a slut," he told her, whispering in her ear, "you are already wet and waiting." Lifting her leg, he found her entrance. He toyed with her, his cock moving ever so slowly. 

"Now beg," he told her.

"Sir," she breathed out, more of her juice running down her leg. 

"I need you." 

She tried adjusting herself, but he had a firm grip on her. 

Stopping her from moving.

"Beg some more." He loved hearing his name from her mouth.

"Please," she bent on the table with his tip inside of her. She moaned. "Please, I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME," she screamed. He chucked, finally getting the sound he wanted to hear from her.

"Now don't be quiet and scream my name." He didn't want her to adjust and didn't want her to nod in agreement as he rammed inside of her. Her walls tightened around her. He groaned with her, adjusting himself to get deeper inside of her. He had to find her clitoral area.

Miyamoto moaned his name loudly. Her hair, which had been in a perfect bun, was falling and cascading gently down her exposed shoulder. She moaned loudly his name as he rammed inside of her, moving at a perfect pace. Her breast was on the hardwood of the bed. He picked up her leg, adjusting himself, finding her clit, and having her almost scream his name. With that, he quickened his pace. His own hair had been slicked back at the start of the date, falling in front of his eyes. He could feel her walls tightening; she was reaching her first climax.

Her walls tightened and were released; she had hit her climax. She was panting hard and collapsing on the table, her skin and body sensitive, her mind swirling with these new feelings, intoxicated with his scent. He was still buried inside of her.

He was still moving his hips; he was getting close to his second climax in her walls. He pumped inside of her, releasing his seeds deep inside of her. Before pulling out and panting, he brushed his stronger fingers through his messy black hair.

~~~~~[ LEMON Ending ]~~~~~~~

[ A Few Hours Later ]

Red's eyes flickered open, only to find himself in a situation far removed from anything he could have anticipated. 

His body refused to obey his commands to move, a helpless realization that dawned on him just as he heard an unsettling splashing noise. 

Turning his head with great effort, he caught sight of Miyamoto, who was methodically dousing the walls and furniture with gasoline. 

Where could she have possibly found that? Red's mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic whirl. 

Gasoline? 

Here? 

Confusion knotted his stomach, the reality of his situation sinking in with a cold, dreadful weight. Panic began to claw at the edges of his consciousness, a desperate voice whispering scenarios he dared not fully imagine.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, the more pressing issue became apparent: he was paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. Miyamoto, noticing his awakened state, turned to face him, her expression one of surprise that quickly morphed into mockery. "Oh, you're awake. And judging from that glare, not happy," she observed, her voice tinged with a false sweetness that did nothing to hide the malice underneath.

Her casual dismissal of his stare only fueled his growing sense of dread and anger. 

"Well, I think you should go back to sleep. I'm just doing my stuff," she added, as if her actions were the most natural thing in the world.

Despite his inability to respond, Red's glare intensified. 

"Awe, look at you. A few hours earlier, you were looking at me with such love, now such hatred. Awe," she mocked, discarding the gasoline canister with a clatter that echoed ominously in the confined space.

"Well, then let me explain some stuff to you since you're going to die anyway," she said, a coldness in her voice that sent shivers down Red's spine.

"I'm a member of Team Cipher, tasked with your assassination," she revealed, watching closely for Red's reaction. His glare intensified, the betrayal twisting like a knife in his heart.

"The plan is simple," she continued, her voice devoid of any remorse. "I fake my death in this fire, with you as the unfortunate casualty alongside me. This way, I escape Team Cipher's clutches for good." She gestured nonchalantly towards a corpse hidden under the bed, intended to serve as her own in the twisted narrative she had crafted.

"The reason you can't move? I've laced my nails with a tranquilizer," she explained, almost proudly. "It ensures you die without struggle, making my escape plan foolproof. Team Cipher won't look too closely at my 'death' if you're gone too."

"So, don't worry, you won't feel a thing," she stated with a chilling indifference. "Sorry, babe, but I want freedom more than anything." 

Leaning down, Miyamoto pressed her lips against Red's.

Pulling back, she locked eyes with him, his gaze filled with unspoken fury. 

"You understand, right? Aren't you supposed to be the good guy?" she taunted, mistaking his silence for acquiescence.

"You know what, I got an idea. Let's just make this less painful," Miyamoto announced, her voice chillingly casual. Without warning, she pulled out a knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the room.

 Suddenly she plunged the knife into Red's throat.

Red's voice box burst upon impact, its blood and cartilage spraying across her face.

Wiping the blood and debris away with a backhand, she moved with an eerie calmness. 

Then, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed a match onto the gasoline-soaked floor.

Instantly, the room was engulfed in flames. Fire leapt up the walls, hungrily consuming the old, dry wood and everything else in its path. 

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Dying was not so much painful as it was unpleasant. 

Very, very unpleasant. 

And slow. 

Red could hear his heart pumping blood out in the open, quickening his asphyxiation, hastening his doom. The blond could not breathe anymore, his attempts at supplying oxygen to his lungs filling them with red life liquid and resulting in gurgling sounds and blood red bubbles escaping the gash on his throat. His brain was shutting down quickly and the pain was made distant by the heavy, tar-like cloud of darkness weighing on his mind and quickly eradicating his consciousness.

In the midst of this grim surrender, Red felt an unexpected surge of power. 

It was as if an aura had enveloped his right hand and leg, a sensation of energy that contrasted sharply with the numbness that consumed the rest of his body. 

Despite the overwhelming odds, he found the strength to grab his Pokéball belt. 

Calling upon reserves of energy he didn't know he had, Red made a desperate move. To call it a jump would be generous; it was more of a hobble, a last-ditch effort to escape as he broke through the window, landing awkwardly in a dumpster bin below.

Blood continued to flow freely from his throat, each beat of his heart a grim reminder of his precarious state. Through his blurred vision, he saw a figure approaching—the same beggar woman to whom he had given money earlier when Vermilion was recaptured back. 

As he raised his hand in a plea for help, she didn't hesitate. 

Tearing off her ragged clothes, she pressed them against his wounds in an attempt to stem the bleeding. 

Red, with the last bit of his strength, pointed towards his belt. 

Understanding his intent, the woman retrieved the Pokéball he indicated and released Espeon.

The Pokémon materialized in the cramped space of the dumpster with a worried cry, "Espeon!" 

Immediately sensing the severity of Red's condition, Espeon seemed to understand the urgency without needing words. With a focus that only a true bond between Pokémon and trainer could achieve, Espeon teleported them away from the danger.

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As Blue and Rose were making out in the closed bar.

They were lost in each other, the world around them fading away until a sudden sound broke through their bubble. 

The distinctive noise of teleportation made Blue turn, annoyance ready on his lips, expecting to see Red making an untimely return.

"Red! You better have..." Blue's words trailed off, his anger dissipating as quickly as it had flared when he caught sight of Red's condition. 

Blue knew what needed to be done and released his Chansey. "Chansey, heal Red," he commanded, his voice softening as he turned his attention back to the woman. 

Blue's attention snapped to the beggar woman.

"You!" he began, his tone accusatory, ready to demand answers for Red's state.

However, his accusation was cut short by Red's weak grasp on his leg.

"Okay, beggar lady..."

"Delia," she interjected, offering her name with a quiet dignity.

Blue was momentarily taken aback by her interruption but quickly refocused on the urgent matter. 

"I don't give a damn, what happened to my friend?" 

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[Author's Note: 

Okay, quick summary for those who skipped this chapter because of the sex: Miyamoto had sex with Red, Miyamoto tranquilized Red because she wants to kill him and fake her death, Miyamoto slashes Red's throat so canonically this is the reason Red can't speak. 

Red kinda unlocked his aura before death by either fire or blood loss; he is saved by the beggar woman who offered her body for money when Red came into Vermilion City after retaking it from Cipher. 

Surprise, Blue was rizzing up the waitress, so we now have Gary's mom, Rose. 

My guy, Blue really pipped down a waitress. Surprise surprise, the beggar woman is revealed to be Delia... Ash's mom, so she and Red get together later, and we know Delia's backstory: she was born in Vermilion City, she was a beggar and sold her body for bits of food when Cipher ruled over Vermilion, and she saved Red... Kinda. 

And now canonically in this fanfic, Ash and Jessie are half-siblings. 

Yay 🥳. 

Next chapter tomorrow. 

Also, thoughts on the sex... How did I do? Also, thoughts on the big revelations in this chapter.]

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[Omake Paragraph]

The question of how Shroomish obtain energy has often vexed researchers, for the ordinary methods are completely inapplicable in this case. Shroomish are not skillful battlers, so they are unable to hunt and gain experience in that manner, and even if they were, their forest homes are full of bug and flying pokemon which possess a type advantage against them. They are fungi, so they can not perform photosynthesis, although a plant in the dark forests they call home would find little light to nourish them either. Yet unlike most fungi, the shape of a Shroomish leaves them incapable of performing decomposition; their small mouth is useful only for shouting attack names.

Instead, Shroomish use special spores to drain energy and experience from the surrounding pokemon from a distance. These spores weaken the target's health to replenish Shroomish like Leech Seeds, but if the target is triumphant, they also transfer half the experience gained in battle