Ah... Did I Lose? – Claiming the Victor's Prize
After our first battle ended, “Ah... Did I lose?”
“Yeah, you lost.”
As the winner, it was only right to impart some wisdom to the loser. Things like the proper mindset for a familiar tamer. Or the world's obvious common sense—that victors had the right to do whatever they wanted to the defeated.
“Ah.... Ah... I-I lost...”
A flush crept over her face of utter defeat under my touch. Even through her sleeveless shirt, I could feel the plush give of her full breasts. A touch bigger than Salamander, a touch smaller than Shifon Dog—the perfect size. The kind you could grip fully in one hand, making it all the more fun to squeeze.
Having fondled them plenty over her clothes, it was time to strip off the shirt.
“...Oh...”
I'd guessed from her lace panties, but her bra was downright lewd. Her outerwear looked vaguely like gym clothes at a glance, but her underwear was the slutty strap kind perfect for immediate nighttime athletics. Maybe White had secretly been anticipating an event like this defeat all along.
Smoothly... to meet those expectations, I stripped her bare from the lace bra to her tennis skirt.
...A work of art.
It was a body that drew a gasp of admiration. Seeing the nude form of what looked like a “real human” made all the difference. Unlike familiars like Shifon Dog or Slamming, her skin was utterly hairless, smooth as fine porcelain. Stark white, with pert pink nipples that popped against her curves.
“I... l-lost...!?”
As sensitive as their color suggested— a light pinch on the nipple drew a lively moan into her line.
Her joints and muscles tensed in cringe, hips bucking back to reveal her secret folds in sharp clarity. A pink pussy laid bare inside, the same shade as her nipples but deeper, glistening with a hint of arousal.
I dropped my pants, freeing my still rock-hard cock. It hadn't even cum twice yet, leaving it drooling eagerly as I stood it up.
“...Fuu...”
But not yet. It'd feel great slamming in now, but I needed to let it ripen a bit more. Likewise, I preheated her pussy with my fingers, savored her smooth, hairless underarm, and held back. The scent of the defeated bitch in heat—sweat pooled there, fragrant and tasty. A natural lick sent tremors through her, growing stronger by the moment.
Now it was time.
“Ahh... I...!”
Now.
“Lost... aaahh...?! Aa... ahn...!”
I gripped it, aimed with force, and thrust in. As my cock plunged deep, I drove the final nail into her declaration of defeat. The pleasure was worth the wait. Her pussy wrapped and sucked me in like no virgin ever could. Was this what they called a masterpiece pussy? As my third woman, I had some basis for comparison now. Hands down the best I'd experienced. It started soft and welcoming, then clenched midway with exquisite stimulation.
“Ahn...! I... l-lost...? Hn, hut!”
Considering White was a personality-less living onahole, this was pure talent. Plus, she nailed the vibe. Victorious male tamer unilaterally ravaging the defeated female tamer. Imagining her lines, it'd go something like this:
‘Ah... Did I lose?’
‘You know what to do when you lose, right?’
‘...B-but... N-no... Eek...!’
Of course, in reality, there was zero resistance, let alone refusal. But imagination filled those gaps nicely. Like this:
‘Your body’s being plenty honest despite all that “no.”’
‘...T-that’s not... hagut...!’
‘Your mouth and pussy are saying different things. Which should I believe?’
‘S-stop...! W-we’re... best friends...!’
‘There’s no such thing as friends between men and women...!’
“...Mmph... Nngh...! Mmmph...!”
I sealed her lame excuses with a kiss. No dialogue output meant deeper immersion in the roleplay.
‘...Should I pull out then? If you want.’
‘T-that’s...! Hagut...!’
‘Better decide quick...? You’re squeezing so tight, I could cum any second.’
‘B-but...!’
Each thrust brought waves of pleasure. I'd thought I'd built some stamina after two rounds, but this premium pussy had ejaculation creeping up fast.
“Ahh...!”
Moan, then block her mouth and insert the line.
‘C-cum inside...! Fill your best friend’s loser womb with a superior tamer’s baby batter...!’
Splat... Splurt... Spluuurt... The highlight erupted in a gush of semen. As my second load after Salamander, it was thicker, filling her like jelly.
“...Haa...”
Felt amazing. Imagination really was the ultimate onahole.
“...Hut...”
But something felt off. A moan seemed to echo from elsewhere.
Salamander was knocked out cold, so...
“...Aha.”
I knew the culprit at a glance. There was only one possible perpetrator.
“...Hngt... M-Master...?!”
It was Slamming. I'd forgotten she was watching in my immersion, and apparently so had she.
“...S-sorry...! I-I couldn't help it...! I don't know why, I just...!”
For someone saying “stop,” her actions weren't stopping. She'd been groping her breasts and crotch in masturbation just moments ago. Even now, she squirmed bashfully, rubbing her thighs like she hadn't finished properly.
“M-my body feels weird...! I know it sounds like an excuse...”
“Nah. It's fine.”
“...M-Master.”
Those words moved her; she paused her self-pleasure for a moment. But stopping there would be unsatisfying.
“Doesn't your pussy feel itchy and tingly for some reason?”
“...Y-yes...! H-how did you know?!”
I knew from that pure yet slutty reaction.
“It's natural. Don't worry. It's actually good to move your body however you want.”
“R-really?”
“Yep.”
This was my philosophy too. Desire was the driving force of life. Libido was a legitimate desire.
“If you want, you can keep going while watching me finish her off.”
“...I-is that okay?”
A nod, and she immediately resumed groping. Like me, she was faithful to her lusts. From her talk, she'd just awakened to sex, yet she'd figured out masturbation on her own. The more I watched, the more rewarding she was to raise.
“Ah... Did I lose?”
“Looks like it still needs solving.”
“...Y-yes, th-then...”
A few more thrusts wrapped up the battle. Watching Slamming's masturbation grow more skilled filled me with boundless energy, even after cumming repeatedly. As her master, it was invigorating.
Sung Ji-woo fell back to the training field upon opening his eyes, as the above text faded.
Battles mostly worked like this, it seemed. I got the gist.
“Amazing! The location changed too... Wow! She's already dressed!”
The one more amazed than me was Slamming, the otherworlder. Her innocent eyes scanning around innocently made it hard to believe they'd been watching my discipline-cum-fuck session while masturbating moments ago.
“Good match. Winners get a cut of the loser's prize money.”
“Oh, really...!”
She nodded along to every word from the PhD NPC, as if she had no concept of this world being a game.
“I lost this time, but next time I'll win for sure!”
“W-we'll train hard so we don't lose either!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
It really felt like [Dialogue] with them. Humans were social creatures, after all—even just us three made a decent society.
“Now, for you promising future ‘tamers,’ I've prepared this.”
The Magic Engineering PhD held out handheld mirrors in both hands. Impressively, they didn't slip from his grip.
“...Is this a mirror?”
White grabbed the left one and asked. Naturally, I took the right.
The text popped up right after acquisition—system items always announced like this.
“Heh heh, my latest invention: the Familiar Pokedex!”
“Pokedex? It's not a book?”
“The power of magic engineering is incredible.”
True enough. A staple line from this series too.
“Register scanned monsters to fill it, but it also handles comms, time, maps, photos, and videos.”
“The power of magic engineering is incredible~!”
“...Is it that impressive?”
“Kinda.”
Back when this game launched, it was sensational—no smartphones widespread yet. In-game, it was a core feature enriching gameplay.
“And take these cards too.”
White got hers first, then five were handed to me.
“These are...”
Monster Cards, same as the one used on Slamming. Difference: these screens were blank black.
“Throw them at wild monsters to make them your familiars!”
There was only a chance, of course. But I knew the tricks—no need to listen.
“As a magic engineering PhD, I ask you: catch every familiar and complete the perfect Pokedex!”
This could be seen as a clear condition too.
Main Quest: Clear the Game
🎁 Reward: Unlock All Permissions
Clearing the game in Monworld meant beating the evil organization in the main story to become Monster Master. But hardcore players considered completing the Pokedex the true clear. With trading unclear here, my starter dex had two empty slots for sure.
“Yes, Doctor! We'll catch them all!”
“Fill it to a certain point, and I'll reward you for your adventures.”
No reason not to, with rewards on offer. I'd figure it out along the way.
“Well then...”
Suddenly.
Wheeeeooooweeeooooweee!
A siren blared, just like in the original—from inside the lab.
“What? No way...”
Someone rushed out: the PhD's assistant.
“Doctor, someone intruded into the lab!”
Then block the thief, you idiot leaving an occupied building empty. Forgot your brains on the way out?
“Disaster! We must catch them!”
With that, the PhD and assistant rushed back in.
“Ji-woo, let's check it out!”
“Got it. You okay, Slamming?”
“Yes, let's catch the thief!”
Like a scene from a kids' cartoon—recalling her slutty defeated face from before made it oddly arousing.
Inside the lab:
“Hmph, handling stolen familiars so well...”
“Return our lab familiars!”
We witnessed these so-called academic PhDs get utterly schooled in their field within seconds. The real star had broken in through the window, headplanted on landing with a ridiculous thud, then sprawled out.
“You're weak—that's your fault. The weak always get taken from.”
My other fuckhole and rival, Black. Also a mobile toilet. She bolted out the window right after.