Master, Let's Do That~
This place, thick with grass and trees, was the Beginner Real Mob Field.
Any adult past a certain age could walk right in — no complicated restrictions, no strict procedures. It was the signature habitat of wild Real Mobs, the starting ground where countless aspiring tamers first set foot, each carrying their own grandiose dreams of overnight fortune or glory.
And right now, I was roaming every corner of this vast beginner field alongside the clueless Rookie Owner who'd captured me, testing our coordination against every wild mob that caught our eye.
Somehow I'd been reborn from the world beyond the monitor as a Real Mob inside an adult game, and on top of that, I'd been snatched up by a total amateur tamer. An absurd situation. But if I didn't want to get discarded as dead weight or sold off somewhere else, I had to prove my skill and my worth myself.
That didn't mean I planned to meekly accept this and become some obedient monster batting its eyelashes. My body might have taken the form of a female Real Mob, but my essence, my reason, and my pride were still unmistakably human.
I would never accept a fate of being dragged around as someone else's toy.
Even if the system put the reins in the tamer's hands, I would cling to my human pride and agency until the end — and I would climb to the summit of this world. That stubborn resolve surged up inside me.
If I couldn't become the world's greatest Real Mob tamer, then I'd become the strongest Real Mob of all and flip the whole board instead.
"Pulnyangi, we'll build up our experience step by step and win the annual World Mob tournament fair and square! Got it?"
Even while searching through the underbrush, my owner reached over and stroked my hair as he pleased, spouting hopeful ambitions with eager eyes.
I scowled inwardly — With your skills? Win what, exactly? — but the fact that he was aiming for a stage as ambitious as the World Mob tournament wasn't a bad thing.
Something squelched and wriggled in the distance.
A slime-type wild Real Mob came into view, lazily crawling through the brush in jelly form. The moment I spotted a beginner monster with no aggression gimmick at all, and the instant my owner's order dropped, I pushed lightly off the ground and shot forward.
Thwack—!
Before it could even react, the sharp kick I launched struck dead center in its body. The wild mob's eyes spun in circles as it collapsed cleanly to the ground, out cold.
Fortunately, the ragtag wild Real Mobs inhabiting this beginner field were well within what pure hand-to-hand first strikes could handle — even without any special techniques of my own.
I still didn't know exactly what abilities humanoid Real Mobs possessed, or what skills I might eventually awaken and use. But I kept finding monsters first, knocking them out, steadily stacking experience and honing my combat instincts.
We were diligently scouring every corner of the field and racking up experience when the first unexpected crisis finally hit.
Any player who'd ever touched a Real Mob game in this setting would have heard of it — the notorious Newbie Cutter, the vicious thug of the beginner field. A Kickrani, with its bizarre deer-like appearance, tore through the dense grass and charged at us with murderous momentum.
"Kyaaak—!"
For a beginner monster, its speed was insanely fast and ferocious. I tried to respond to my owner's panicked combat command, but its freakish velocity blew right past my expectations.
I did everything I could to cling to my human pride, deflecting its kicks and fighting back — but the Kickrani's lightning-fast hind-leg strike filled my entire field of vision.
Wham—!
"———?!"
An overwhelming impact I'd never felt before slammed straight into my abdomen. My light body lifted clean off the ground and smashed roughly into a rock wall. The sudden hit drained the strength from my entire body, and my senses began to slip away. Frustrating as it was, my still-immature physical abilities simply couldn't absorb a clean hit from that thing.
My vision flashed and grew distant. Right before I blacked out completely, a cool sensation brushed my fingertips — and my body dissolved in an instant into mana particles, absorbed into the ring-shaped Binder on my owner's finger.
Time passed in the darkness. The faint vibration I'd felt inside the Binder's hazy space finally stopped, and the particles of light surrounding me released.
What greeted me outside the Binder wasn't the cold night wind of the field, but the cozy, soft bed of the Town Inn. My owner gently laid me down and stroked my light-green hair with an expression that said he was desperately, mortifyingly sorry.
"I'm sorry, Pulnyangi… I'm such a beginner that my reactions were slow, and recovery potions and wound-treatment items were too expensive, so I couldn't even buy you any… I'm really sorry…"
Watching him bow his head and apologize from the heart for putting me through hardship because of his own inexperience left me feeling a little bitter — and strangely moved at the same time.
Fortunately, a Real Mob's body had absurdly high base recovery. Lying on the inn's soft bed and getting some sleep, my wounds and pain eased at a visible rate.
When I finally stirred and opened my eyes, the first thing that entered my vision was my owner, curled up uncomfortably on the floor in one corner with nothing but a thin blanket draped over him, sleeping like a shrimp.
Ha… Kid's a softie, I'll give him that.
In this harsh adult-game world where most rotten-tempered tamers treated their captured Real Mobs like livestock or slaves for working off sexual urges, an owner who put me in the bed and slept on the floor himself was practically the living embodiment of peak kindness.
But the warm feelings didn't last long.
For some reason, heat had been flaring up from deep in my belly, and every inch of my skin had grown so hypersensitive and flushed that I could barely stand it. A tight, tingling pull in my lower abdomen. The merciless sensation of my most private place growing wet and slick.
In that moment, a system setting from this game that I'd completely forgotten flashed through my mind.
Wait… thinking about it, when a humanoid Real Mob takes serious damage and their stamina bottoms out, plain rest is too slow for full recovery — you need Essence Charging with the owner to restore them completely… right?!
The inexplicable heat rolling up from my stomach left me short of breath, my skin burning hot. My body flushed red on its own as instinctive need surged all the way to the top of my head.
I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed down from the bed and poked the sleeping owner's shoulder with a finger to wake him. Twisting my body, shame flooding through me, I still couldn't help striking a pose that instinctively begged for his cock. My human reason tried desperately to hide the expression soaked in humiliation and lust — but my body refused to cooperate.
"Mm… Pulnyangi? What's wrong, does it still hurt somewhere…?"
Standing in front of my owner as he rubbed his eyes and sat up, the last thread of my reason snapped clean. Overwhelmed by an impatience I could no longer suppress, I let out a pleading, whimpering cry that wasn't human speech at all, and pressed myself close against him as if demanding his essence.
And then I presented my hips to him.
My owner seemed to finally realize that my injuries were severe enough that Essence Charging was urgently required.
"Ah…! You're short on essence, that's why. Sorry — I'll take care of it right away!"
Without hesitation, he pulled out his cock, approached the female making such shameless demands, and began the act of supplying essence amid the stimulation pouring through my entire body.
Thrust—!!
The second penetration I'd taken in a female body.
You'd never have believed I'd only had my first experience yesterday — this female pussy swallowed my owner's length without the slightest resistance.
Ugh… t-too much stimulation…!
My efforts to protect my human pride lasted only a moment. As the hot sensation filled me all the way to the depths of my belly, I surrendered completely to instinct and cried out.
"————!"
Spurt— spurt—
My owner didn't disappoint. He pumped the essence I needed deep into my body again and again.
Until I stopped responding entirely.
How much time had passed? The heat subsided, and my dazed mind gradually cleared. The wounds and exhaustion across my whole body vanished as if they'd been a lie, and vitality returned.
Feeling my tail sway and my head go pleasantly dull, I let out a sigh. I'd wanted to protect my pride as a human — but I couldn't deny that I'd felt pleasure while taking in that essence.
Ha… Fine. Admit it. Like it or not, I've completely adapted to this body.
Bitterness and a strange sense of relief crossed paths as I slowly began accepting that I was living as a female Real Mob.
No — I even found myself thinking I was lucky to have met such a kind owner.
If a poacher had caught me, I might have been sold to some brothel somewhere in this world. If some shady organization had grabbed me, I might have ended up as a test subject or a crime mob.
Yeah… this is better.
Of course I'd hoped to arrive in this world in a human body. But this… wasn't so bad either… right?