First Victory
"...Hoo..."
Regrettably, stripping her down stopped at her outer clothes.
"Salamander...!"
I could've removed the accessory choker around her neck too, but her underwear clung tightly to her body, fused as one just like when I first touched her outer layer.
"M-Master...?"
"Ah, sorry. I got too excited."
"N-No...! You got angry for my sake..."
That had excited me, sure, but now it had evolved into a different kind of thrill—a resolve fueled by hope.
Even though I hadn't stripped her underwear yet, I could see the possibility of doing it. Once her HP bar turned orange, her outer clothes came off. That meant...
'Red—make her a total mess, and I can strip her underwear too...!'
Because this was an adult game. If anything, it made the conquest all the more fun. Hell, what satisfaction is there in just taking her without effort? Only the bold win the beauties.
"Let's finish this."
"Yes, just give the order!"
Well, I wasn't the one fighting—it was Slamming. But she saw it as her greatest joy as a familiar, and for me, no matter how much I beat on that Salamander, I couldn't dent her HP.
Slamming's Tackle!
The fierce charge resumed. Thud...! With a heavy impact, her orange HP bar instantly turned red—like a ripe apple.
Salamander's Tail Wag
In the midst of it, Salamander shook her apple-like ass and tail seductively. I'd thought she looked delicious before, but now—in nothing but her black sports bra and panties, tail swishing right in front of me...
"Grrr...!"
I couldn't hold back anymore. Here I come!
"Ah! Master!"
I lunged in a haze of lust, but flinched at Slamming's call—suddenly self-conscious. No matter what, jumping her without justification and earning her resentment would suck. She might be my one true connection here.
But still...
"Sala...!"
Letting Salamander go like this felt like such a waste. As everyone knows, starter partners can't be recaptured in the wild. There'd be a long gap before the next round, and once she evolved, I'd never get this chance again. Plus, opportunities like this would come often—couldn't just swallow my saliva every time.
So I put on a solemn tone.
"Slamming, I'll expose her weak spot for sure. You land the finishing blow to end the battle!"
...Will it work? It had to. It sounded like bullshit even to me, but technically, it wasn't a lie. I was about to thoroughly target Salamander's hidden, vulnerable spots.
"I see...! For that...!"
It worked. Slamming nodded with teary,emotion-filled eyes, no hint of doubt.
Now I had justification.
'Time to really enjoy that juicy body.'
I slowly pulled down Salamander's black sports bra. Like her outer clothes, with her HP low, it slid off smoothly.
"...Oh..."
Perky, modest breasts rose into view, pink nipples and areolae at their centers. Could human skin be this vivid pink? Well, she wasn't human to begin with. Unlike Shifon Dog's soft warmth, this was provocative, tempting.
Good. Panties next.
"Sa...lam...!"
Was she feeling it even as I stripped her? A coquettish moan slipped from Salamander's lips. Like with her pants, her tail poked out hotly from above her ass crack, so lifting her legs let the panties glide down her thighs easily.
"...Hiss...ha..."
Her freshly removed panties carried a strangely char-grilled scent. No revulsion, though—it stimulated my appetite, savory and fragrant, with a cozy warmth.
"..."
I inhaled the dizzying aroma brushing my nose, admiring Salamander's naked form. Unevolved, and already this perfect. Her firm, sensual curves made me eager for her growth ahead.
"...Master?"
Whoops—got lost in appreciation too long.
"Sorry, hunting for weak spots!"
"Ah, r-right...!"
Slamming bowed her head hastily. Having to ravage an enemy's defenseless familiar right in front of such an innocent girl...
'...Kinda thrilling?'
Guilt flickered, but my throbbing hardness below corrected it to taboo thrill. Couldn't waste this.
I placed my hand on Salamander's body. True to her fire type, her skin radiated feverish heat through my palm. I traced her arms, back, ass, thighs—feeling the muscle fibers. Unlike Shifon Dog's pure softness, she had springy, developed muscles. That firm resistance drove my conquest lust wild.
"Sa, sal...uh...nng...ah...!"
Sliding fingers into her thigh cleft brought a rush of heat—not burning, but like dipping into a warm hot spring. Nice temperature. Preheated enough.
Slide...!
Time to target weak spots. With pants and panties down together, my cock sprang up eagerly, craving her heat.
"...S-So big..."
Slamming murmured in awe at my dick. Like her master, she had good taste.
I positioned for a good angle—giving Slamming a view, since her owner White didn't count.
"Sa, haa...! Nghk...!"
I thrust into her core. A moan escaped as her tight, scorching walls clenched in spasms. The hymen resistance brought heavy pleasure, but no blood—probably like with Shifon Dog.
"...Hng..."
But who cared? Felt too damn good. Second pussy in this world. If Shifon Dog's was soft and refreshing, Salamander's was gripping and spicy—like a dick sauna massage.
"Sa...ahk...ah, hnggh...!"
Her delinquent scowl was gone. Salamander's face melted into pure female bliss. Gripping her sturdy hips, each thrust twisted her expression. Saliva pooling at her lips, tears and snot streaming—adorably wrecked.
Wished I could creampie her.
"Mmph...nng...mmph...!"
Reality check: I kissed her instead. Maximize enjoyment. Her tongue was long and rough, teeth sharp—no rough play. Slurp slurp slurp! But her lower mouth showed no mercy.
Not that I had none. A few full thrusts from tip to base, and heavy climax built. Too soon, so I paced desperately.
Thud, thud, splat, thud!
My hips slapped hers. Our sexes quivered in ecstasy. At least during sex, everything felt alive—me, this NPC.
Smack-!
"Saa...!!"
Hard ass slap tightened her grip on my glans. Enemy anyway—no holding back. I spanked her jiggling cheeks, squeezed her chewy tits. Each hit made her body shudder in pleasure, vibrations pulsing into me.
Limit.
"...C-Coming...!"
Spurt! I seeded her fire pussy deep. My swollen cock throbbed, spewing cum. Like gorging on spicy food—drenched in sweat from the heat.
"Salaaa...!!"
Her moan followed. No dialogue skill, but sex reactions were spot-on. Legs gave out; releasing one hand, she flopped face-down. White cream oozed from her pussy in strings, bubbling.
'...Pound more?'
The flow stopped, tempting me. I could fire a few more shots—wanted to.
But...
"...W-Wow..."
I stopped. Slamming's face was beet-red, melting with excitement from watching the whole thing—barely started.
"..."
And White behind us nagged.
"Slamming, Slamming?"
"...Ah...! S-Sorry...! Master...!"
Slamming snapped out of her sex-education trance, replying a beat late. Like she'd awakened to it. No need to apologize—that reaction was gold.
Time to wrap up.
Slamming's Tackle!
"La...ming!"
Despite her trembling voice, Slamming obeyed faithfully.
Splat-!
CRITICAL!
Coincidence? Critical chance under 5%, yet twice in a row.
No way... for real?
"Ogohgh...!!"
A convincing scream erupted. Eyes rolled back white, Salamander squirted massively and collapsed.
Fire type pulling that much water? White's promising familiar made me unexpectedly envious.
Salamander unable to battle
Slamming gained experience.
"Wha—? My body...!?"
Light burst from Slamming. Unlike debuffs, level-ups had game-like effects.
Slamming learned Water Gun.
She learned a skill right away—why raising Slamming was efficient. Level up, get same-type move immediately.
Winner: Jiwoo
Victory declared post-level-up. With one familiar each, no surprise.
"Ah... Did I lose?"
White fixated on her defeat despite watching her partner get railed. Tougher than she looked.
"W-We won, Master!"
"Yeah. Good job, Slamming!"
Worth celebrating—this monumental first win in this world, simple as it was.
I stroked her head in praise.
"Hehe... Master..."
"Looking forward to more."
Should be heartwarming closure.
"Ah... Did I lose?"
But something felt off.
"Ah... Did I lose?"
No dialogue key pressed? Battle ended, yet she looped.
"Er... Is she always like that?"
Even local Slamming found it weird.
Easy fix, then.
"I'll handle it."
Educating subpar trainers was a true master's duty. Perfect—panties already off, and I'd saved a few loads.