Kneading the Second Familiar & Rival: "Me, to a guy like that...!"
"Knead, knead, knead...! 'Me, to that, that kind of...!'"
I squeezed the milk carton with its nipple buried deep. Black by name, but her skin and tits were just as snow-white as White's. If we're talking tits alone, she was on par with her fellow rival White.
"To a guy like thaaat...!"
When I pinched her areola, a piercing cry erupted. Wider and darker than White's, that vast expanse of areola still hid its nipple from view.
Well then.
Smack... smack... smack...!
I continued the caress with my mouth, substituting for my fingers. Truth be told, sucking tits wasn't really my thing. Sure, when I was just watching, I envied it and wanted to do it myself—but once I actually got to, it was a letdown.
Of course, the first time was great. Suckling greedily on huge breasts is instinct for any male mammal. But after a few rounds, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
...In the end, it's just the taste of flesh.
The musky scent unique to females was alluring, but if that's all, kissing and savoring the inside of her mouth offered way more variety in texture. And when you're sucking tits to enjoy them, being too close means you can't appreciate the full luscious curves or the way her body heats up from your teasing.
If it's touch you're after, burying your face between both tits and rubbing your cheeks against them is pure bliss. Since they lack much personality, they seem to respond better to hands anyway. Plus, kneading with your hands lets your mouth attack other spots—which is a big reason I don't suck tits as much.
"M-My tiiits...! That kind of...!"
But right now, hearing Black's moans, I had to retract that claim. Was it because they were inverted nipples, or was Black just extra sensitive to tongue and saliva? Either way, one thing was clear: she was weaker to sucking and biting than plain fondling.
I licked the center of her sunken breast. Tickling the tiny dimple inside with my tongue tip made it quiver visibly, swelling up more than before in response.
Then I vacuum-sucked that spot like a storm.
"To a guy like thaaaat...!"
With her explosive moan, the nipple emerged. I pulled my mouth away and greeted the shy little thing.
"...Hah..."
A low breath escaped me at its cute appearance. Pink against her rough demeanor and dusky areola. Brighter and smaller than White's.
Fucking hot.
Unlike her tough exterior, she was super sensitive. Inverted nipples that didn't match, now popped out on those jiggling tits. And the ribbon panties peeking through her torn stockings.
The pale pink fabric soaked darker with her juices.
"Me... to a guy like...!"
Her words said one thing, but her body twitched everywhere, begging me to shove it in already. The flesh exposed through the ripped stockings quivering was proof enough.
Giving in to impulse, I tore the stockings fully and shoved her panties aside. Her pink pussy peeked out, slick and shy like her nipple.
I pressed my cock against it.
Squish!Sluuuurp...!
I thrust in all at once. Her churning walls—fitting for a rival—were a masterpiece rivaling White's. Opposite strengths, maybe. It felt tight and springy at first, but once the tip slipped in, it melted around my cock, proving her virginity with every inch.
"Hic...! Sob... K-Kuh, uuuugh...!"
Black's eyes rolled back from the invading pressure, her body arching backward.
"Haa... haa..."
Meanwhile, Sylph panted hotly with rapt fascination, eyes glued to the action.
Those contrasting gazes fueled my arousal. I rocked my hips.
Slap...! Slap...!
Skin met skin in rhythm with our breaths. The entrance clamped hard, but inside, her walls eagerly hugged my cock. Clear wrinkles and ridges wrapped my shaft gently yet vividly, her body heat and juices creating sticky friction everywhere.
Is this what they mean by firm outside, soft inside?
Squish, squish, squish...!
Right tit done, time to balance things out with the left.
"Me...!"
Maybe because I was pounding her pussy, it was already peeking out a bit. Pinch!
"To a guy like thiiiis...!"
The nipple perked up at the pinch, her cry ringing out. Her defeat lines hit just right, making me think the devs nailed it.
Each utterance doubled the pleasure. Watching her defiant lips twist in ecstasy filled me with conquest from head to toe—and her pussy tightened in sync.
"Nngh...!"
Beside me, dutiful Sylph fidgeted awkwardly, thighs clenched and rubbing together nonstop. Like Slamming, she probably didn't even know what masturbation was. Difference being, she didn't know how.
"M-My lord...!"
She straightened up hastily when I looked, but her face was beet red, breaths ragged with a sweet scent wafting each exhale. And the faint wet spot on her uniform...
It let me guess just how potent her lust and talent were—mouthwatering.
Playing dumb, I asked casually, "Sylph, why are you squirming your hips like that? Hard to focus?"
"Th-That's not...! It's not...!"
She stammered, probably clueless about her own state. Too distracted by her lower belly to concentrate, yet too hooked on the scene to look away.
"S-Sorry...! I've only shown this shameful display and made lame excuses..."
"Nah, not scolding you..."
"Meee... Hoot... Ooooh...!"
Black's line cut in midway. Hot as it was, enough was enough—it was losing its edge.
"...!"
Then a great idea hit. I pulled a pair of panties from my pocket. Gray ones—from the passed-out Gnome.
"To a guy like...! Mmph...! Mmmph...!"
I balled them up and stuffed them in her mouth like a gag. Her defeat lines cut off; only muffled screams leaked out.
Sadistic thrill surged—especially knowing it was her stolen familiar's panties.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...!
Did she like it deep down? Her pussy clenched even tighter around the gag.
Gonna cum. But first.
"Wanna see up close?"
I asked Sylph.
"...Pardon?"
She looked flustered, as expected.
"Might help you focus better."
"Th-That..."
She couldn't deny it, deep in thought.
"Mmph... Nngh...! Mmmph...!"
Black's gagged moans didn't faze her—in fact, her breathing quickened wildly, instinctively getting the appeal.
"So, wanna watch?"
"Y-Yes, please...!!"
Perfect answer. As reward, I hoisted Black up. Heavy, but worth it—the position and gravity drove my cock deeper than before.
Bottoming out made her convulse wildly. Her waist bowed like a bow from the friction hitting her cervix; gagged screams turned to sticky nasal whines.
"How's that, Sylph?"
"...Aah..."
No need for words—her score was clear. Witnessing the raw sex up close, her lower body gave out, desire overwhelming her.
Splash...! Splash...!
I gripped Black's ass tight, thrusting so Sylph could clearly see my cock plunging in and out. Each upward slam made her entrance quiver, swallowing me whole.
Slapping flesh, Black's leaking moans.
"Haa... haa... My lord...♡"
And Sylph's desperate expression. Couldn't hold back anymore.
Here it comes! Splurt, spluuurt...!Spurt, spluuuurt...!
My cock throbbed, pumping seed into the womb of this arrogant TS rival who despised me. Pulling out with a wet pop, she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.
Her ravaged hole gaped limply, my hot load spilling out in shivers.
The conquest and satisfaction from that sight. This is sex.
"...Hah... Whew..."
But pleasure's price was steep. Cold sweat trickled down my spine, every muscle screaming in pain. Overwhelmed by fatigue, I slumped to the floor like Black and Sylph.
"A-Are you alright, my lord...!"
"Yeah... No biggie."
Not empty words—it really wasn't. I'd overdone the final thrusts. Who knows how many loads I'd blown today, facing four girls? Not passing out was a miracle. My balls felt utterly drained. Impressive I'd lasted this long.
"I'll be fine after a bit."
"But my lord..."
True enough. Screen transition would restore some stamina.
"...Don't tell me, because of me... you pushed too hard..."
She didn't buy it. Denials only deepened the misunderstanding.
No point arguing—I recalled Sylph to her card without fuss.
My first battle with Black ended refreshingly.
*
Screen transition. Black—who'd just been gagged with panties, leaking cum, and trembling—now stood prim and proper.
"...Don't get the wrong idea."
She snapped at me defiantly, as if nothing happened.
"If I hadn't been worn out from those prior fights, I'd never lose to a loser like you."
Recalling Gnome's thick HP bar, it was bullshit—but now that we'd fucked, her tsundere vibe felt kinda cute. She was a tsundere, after all.
"Who the hell are you? Why use that kind of power for this?"
White, who'd only watched, demanded sharply.
"...To become the world's strongest familiar master. That's all I gotta say."
"You think that way makes you a good master?!"
"Hah! Fine if you beat me, but a loser preaching? Laughable."
"...Kuh, that's...!"
Black covered her face in her signature chuuni pose. Her pendant necklace dropped before me.
I had to pick it up for the story to progress. Game mechanics required interaction.
Still.
"...To become the world's strongest familiar master. That's all I gotta say."
"You think that way makes you a good master?!"
"Hah! Fine if you beat me, but a loser preaching? Laughable."
"...Kuh, that's...!"
Repeating the same lines until I grabbed it felt off. Made me dwell on being dropped into this fabricated world—reality hit hard. Maybe worse since we'd all fucked.
"Phew..."
But I'm an optimist. Before picking it up.
"Nice."
Stripping them naked let me compare my rivals' bodies directly. My gloom lifted fast.