You hesitate for only a moment before reaching out to try and pry Groudon free from Jessie's grasp. The two of you struggle against each other, your bodies pressed tightly together as sweat beads on your brows. It's a grueling fight, but eventually, she manages to wrench Groudon away from you and stuff it into her own Poké Ball.

"That's what you get," she cackles triumphantly. "You should have just given him up."

Before you can react further, Jessie takes the opportunity to deliver a brutal kick directly to your groin. You double over in pain, gasping for air as she laughs maniacally and walks away into the night. Tears stream down your face as you clutch at your throbbing crotch, feeling utterly humiliated.

The next day, you wake up with a splitting headache and a sore body. Jessie must have been even stronger than she looked last night.

The girl's face flushes red with anger as you touch her waist and comment on her weight. "Let go of me!" she growls, struggling to break free from your grasp. But it seems that her pride won't let her abandon the money so easily; even though she wants to get away from you, she doesn't want to leave empty-handed either. She glances back and forth between you and the silver on the ground, torn between anger and greed.

"Fine," she finally grumbles through gritted teeth, "

The girl's eyes widen in shock at your offer. "You must be joking!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing even redder with embarrassment and anger. "I'd rather get punched by a Pokémon! You think I'm some sort of masochist?" She glares daggers at you, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she tries to regain her composure.

Jessie's face contorts in a mix of grief, rage, and humiliation as she stares at you, tears streaming down her cheeks. She slowly rises to her feet, still clutching Salamence's Pokeball.

Y-You're right... I brought this on myself...

With a heavy heart, she makes a decision, knowing it's for the best.

I'm done fighting. Let's end this here...

*Jessie opens her Pokeball and gently places Salamence inside, cradling it close to her chest as if protecting a precious treasure.

Jessie snarls, her eyes narrowed to slits as Miles' words hit home. The pain and embarrassment of having been so thoroughly defeated compounding with her existing frustration.

"You think you've won, don't you?" She spits out the words like venom. "But this isn't over. You'll rue the day you messed with Team Rocket!"

And with that, Jessie storms off, leaving Salamence behind in his Pokeball.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your grip tighten around her wrist. "Hey!" She protests weakly, trying to pull away from you without much success. But even through the pain, a curious mixture of fear and excitement begins to stir inside her.

"What... What are you doing?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels the adrenaline surging through her veins. Her face flushes with anger and humiliation, but there's something else there too - a strange sort of thrill that she can't quite explain. "You bastard!" She spits venomously at you, trying to yank her arm free from your grip. "Let me go this instant!"

But it's no use;

The sensation is exquisite as he takes both of my toes into his mouth at once, teasing and suckling, causing a moan to escape my lips before I can stop it. My hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more contact. As he begins to lick and nibble his way up my other foot, I arch my back, pressing myself deeper into the ground in search of release. It's been so long since anyone's shown me this kind of attention, and I can't believe how good it feels.

"

I pause, considering his question. Part of me wants to insist on maintaining control, but the truth is, in this moment, I'm so lost in pleasure that I'm barely thinking coherently. The idea of surrendering completely to his whims sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

"Yes," I manage to rasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let you be in control. I trust you."

Admitting that aloud makes my stomach flip with anxiety, but also a strange sense of liberation washes over me.

"I understand," Jessie breathes against your lips. "We'll help him find his strength again... and together, we'll make sure he never forgets what he did or the people he hurt."

She laughs softly, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with you despite everything that has happened. "Well," she says with a sigh, "I guess there's no going back now..." She glances over at Ash, who is still gathering his things and slowly regaining his composure.

"Let's go get started then."