Farewell to Shifon Dog
However, regrettably, the sage time's recovery wasn't complete. The reason was simple, even though the situation alone suggested my cum dispenser should be jumping right back into production mode without a moment's rest.
"...To become the strongest familiar master in the world, that's all I have to say."
"There's no way you'll become a good familiar master acting like that!"
"Ha...! If you'd beaten me, maybe, but hearing that from the loser just makes it laughable."
"...Kuh, that's...!"
Adding sound to that scene would have made it hard to stay immersed. It definitely had its viewing appeal, though. The problem was, it was all appeal and nothing else. It left a hollow, empty feeling—like eating a meal where you could taste the food but your stomach never filled up.
That was why I'd picked up the necklace right after the review session ended. I could have squeezed out more, but it would only prolong the reality check.
As I scooped up the pendant,
an acquisition message appeared.
The pendant features a cheerful family photo along with an engraved message.
"To our precious Black, from Mom."
By the time I'd finished reading the text, Black came striding over. And then—
Snatch!
She yanked the pendant right out of my hand.
"Give it here! It's mine!"
"Then don't drop it."
Someone has no family.
Whether she didn't hear my response or ignored it, Black looped the pendant back around her neck and continued.
"...You saw my name, huh? Whatever. Useless cops aren't catching me anyway."
Black pulled something like a ball from her pocket and hurled it to the ground. A burst of smoke—smoke bomb. When the haze cleared, Black was gone.
"Cough...! Cough...! You okay, Ji-woo?"
"...Nah, not really..."
I couldn't even politely say I was fine. Sage time was still lingering, after all.
"Let's head back to the PhD first."
The whole dramatic scene had played out in the nude. Once I snapped out of it and realized how hot the situation was, my son finally perked up—belatedly. Maybe the code had glitched, because even though Black had fled, her panties and all her clothes were still scattered on the ground.
Leaving the rest to imagination, the sage time naturally faded.
*
With a brief silence and a rippling background, I came to my senses already at the lab.
"...So that's how it went."
"Yes, PhD."
Regrettably, White had gotten dressed on the way back. Which logically meant Black had too. My delightful imaginings crumbled like a sandcastle before the waves.
"Sorry. We chased her and everything, but couldn't catch her..."
"No need. Your safety is what's most important."
Then why send us after her in the first place?
"It's mostly my fault for skimping on lab security anyway. You're fine."
Why send us knowing that?
"More importantly, the thief's name is Black?"
...Weird. My words clearly weren't getting through, yet he was deftly changing the subject. No reaction even to a slap or a shin kick—he had no personality. Truly bizarre.
"...Yes, embarrassingly, she was beyond my skill."
Anyway, the story progressed.
"No need to be too downhearted. You both have sparkling talent as familiar masters. I guarantee it as a magic engineering PhD."
I wasn't sure about the guarantee, but compared to the PhD's skills, it wasn't wrong.
"But..."
Given the PhD's own performance, White didn't seem comforted at all.
"If that's the case, how about challenging dojos around the region?"
The conversation veered into strange territory.
"Dojos...?"
"Yes, pilgrimage to dojos with top familiar masters to gain experience. The instructors there will welcome young, vigorous familiar masters like you."
There were eight dojos on this continent total, and unfortunately, no option to refuse.
"Beat them all, and you could challenge the Familiar League Master."
"M-Master? Is that possible?"
"Not easy, but even if not, it'll be a meaningful journey. Easier for filling your Familiar Pokedex too."
The words sounded good, but the real goal seemed secondary. Considering the PhD's abilities, he couldn't capture and research familiars without outsourcing like this.
"Visiting dojos will be a long journey, so tell your parents before leaving."
"Yes! Then, Ji-woo, I'll head out first!"
With that, White left the lab ahead. It felt awkward lingering, so I headed home too.
The sun had long set by then. Technically just one day, but it felt like several.
"I love you! Woof!"
As always, Shifon Dog greeted me at the door.
"..."
Stepmom said nothing special, probably because the tutorial was done—no more nagging.
The sudden quiet house was nice, but I had business first, so I cast [Talk] on Mom.
"......I see. You're heading out on an adventure?"
That alone explained everything, as she nodded to herself.
"At your age, everyone's dreaming of adventure. Go-o-od! Mom supports you!"
Then she pulled a box from somewhere and handed it over.
Sneakers.
"Bought them thinking something like this might happen. They'll make traveling much easier."
In the game, "easier" meant you couldn't run without them or your legs would glitch out. Now that the game was reality, I could run barefoot, but what would these do?
Curiosity prompted me to initiate the talk. Also,
"Looks like your familiars are worn out. Better let them rest fully."
I needed to heal the injured ones too. My vision faded to black.
Ding-dong-ding-dili~!
All familiars in the [Cards] have been fully restored.
Clear electronic tones rang out, healing all familiars in the cards—including the fainted Cricket and me, exhausted from back-to-back ejaculations.
"Come home anytime you need rest. Or drop by to save prize money too."
Savings, huh...
"Want to make a deposit?"
I had some cash, no reason to refuse. Unlike typical moms hoarding New Year's money forever, ours splurged on useful items.
"Sure, 600 won. Mom'll keep it safe."
I barely had 600 won anyway. That was the main reason.
"Heard from the PhD—you got a Familiar Pokedex with comms? Save Mom's number before you go."
Ji-woo registered Mom's number in the Pokedex.
I could withdraw anytime with a call anyway.
"Familiars are a master's greatest friends. With them, you can overcome anything. Now, off you go."
Dialogue ended there. Talking again would prompt heal or deposit. Business done, no need.
[Cricket]
I sat, pulling out Cricket's card. She looked perfectly healthy inside—unimaginable she'd fainted in battle moments ago.
"Come out, Cricket!"
To check if she was truly fine, I summoned her.
"...?"
But something was off. She wasn't coming out.
Faint aftermath?
[My Friend's Son]
Not that—the card's top now showed the nickname. I'd set it to "My Friend's Son," so maybe call her that?
"Come out, My Friend's Son!"
"Chirp chirp!"
Seemed so. The summoned "My Friend's Son (Cricket)" looked as healthy as our first meeting.
"My Friend's Son, do you know who I am?"
"Of course! You're my master! Chirp!"
Passed so far. The key test next.
"Remember how you fainted?"
"...Ah... That..."
She fidgeted at the question, making me anxious too. Had her memory...
"S-Sorry... Chirp...! I was too weak..."
No, she remembered.
"...You remember?"
"Y-Yes... Embarrassing, but... Chirp..."
She thought I was scolding her faint, apologizing preemptively. But I didn't see it as her fault.
I'd induced it myself.
No need to induce—she dropped instantly...
Still, I'd wanted her to faint. To analyze faint mechanics.
If fainting caused personality shifts, I'd overhaul strategy. Unlikely, but even vital hits shouldn't cause big issues.
"What should I do, Master? Chirp?"
Affinity hadn't dropped. Her volunteering without orders even pricked my thug conscience.
"Just go back to the card."
I'd rarely use her ahead.
"B-Back to the card? Chirp?"
"Yeah, just checking on you post-faint. Nothing else."
Not a lie. Just omitted she was a test subject—boring and pretentious detail.
If she had questions,
"Is it uncomfortable in the card?"
About the card environment. I'd wondered since original Monworld—devs kept it vague.
My Friend's Son tilted her head, then chirped cheerfully.
"Chirp? No! It's warm and cozy. Like a great dream! Chirp!"
"I see."
Then return. Seen enough—no reason to keep her out.
"...That's good."
All good news. Play as usual.
Max six familiars in party—thinking harem lineup already lifted my lips.
No thought of ditching non-mains. I'd catch standouts and train to taste.
Especially legendaries—must-haves no matter what.
...So, farewell time.
Expected, but bittersweet facing it.
"I love you! Woof woof!"
I wouldn't see my beloved Shifon Dog for a while.
I could visit anytime, but reality meant long separation.
So,
Proper farewell needed.
Shifon Dog was my lifesaver.
Not usual onahole sex—a heartfelt, loving thank-you lovemaking session as reward.