The underwear brands in the Pokémon world were quite interesting. Heath had seen plenty of them when he went to the supermarket. Squirtle men's boxers offered fairly good value for money, while Swanna was a more upscale brand of men's boxers. They were supposedly very comfortable to wear, but they were expensive too.
So quite a few men wore the Squirtle brand. But what caught men's attention most was still the Milotic lingerie show. It was only held occasionally, and every show drew countless eyes.
Its status was much like Victoria's Secret in his previous life, but Milotic's clothes were more
unique. In any case, Heath wasn't allowed to watch it. Sister Feng never let him watch those things. At the dorm, Heath generally only got to watch children's channels and science and education channels. Only as he grew older was he allowed to watch some movies, TV dramas, and the like.
But after watching them once, Heath never wanted to watch them again. He didn't quite understand why the Pokémon world also had idol dramas about domineering CEOs, along with all sorts of domestic stories about Trainers, with themes like how a gentle Trainer cared for a hot-tempered Pokémon.
At least there weren't any Pokémon mother-in-law-and-daughter-in-law dramas, or Heath would definitely have fallen apart. Before he transmigrated, back when he was in school, his mother had especially loved watching those dramas.
So after seeing Morty's Squirtle boxers, Heath fell silent for a moment, then sped up his breakfast preparations. While there were still few people around, Heath decided to finish early so this customer, Morty, could avoid public humiliation.
"Trainer, why don't you go over and tell him?" Zorua hopped onto Heath's head, her voice full of smug delight at his misfortune.
"This sort of thing is hard to