While I was under the 6-hour observation to make sure I didn’t become a simp, I had time to come to terms with my fuck up. After the first two hours, the pain wasn’t so bad. My ability to sense the dragon power charging through my veins got easier. Once I could sense it, I learned a couple lessons quickly. First, don’t try to bottle up or stop the power. Dragon power liked to move and ripped through any mental barriers I put up. Second, I could tweak the direction the power traveled, sending more power to one section of my body over another. It was a learning experience, and I couldn’t turn it off. My body felt like it was burning like a big chunk of coal. Only I regenerated.

Dragon Power I: Beginner 25%

Regeneration III: Beginner 0.25%

The more I tried to manipulate dragon power, the easier it felt for my body. Of course, it still hurt like hell, but something else was present to distract me.

Alice, the Black Dinofu, had a weakness for thigh rubs. I was happy to rub her big sexy thighs and play with her tail. No, I still wasn’t a simp; I had my line separating us. I wanted to explore her body and feel up her scales without risking my sanity. She was unbelievably smooth and warm to the touch. Rubbing her was soothing.

“You know the second we leave this city, you will have to be a powerful tamer.”

“Yea, it's dangerous out there,” I said.

Her cheerful voice held an edge to it. “No, it's mating season, and there are bands of savage males thirsty for Waifu pussy. I can feel my power inside you, but it’s not enough. You need to build your harem fast, or you will die, and I’ll be popping out eggs like a conveyer belt. They will rape me over and over while they force you to watch until they get bored and kill you.” I nodded slowly.

I needed a weapon, preferably a gun, to help turn the tide. My hands left Alice’s thighs, and I got up.

“Hey, why did you stop,” Alice asked. 

“Shut up, I’m thinking,” I said and thought about all the child support my mother wasted on age regression injections. Memories of a childhood I never had came to the forefront of my mind driving me to rage. She denied me boxing lessons so she could look my age to get stuffed by Tyrone. I nodded my head; the answers were obvious. Tyrone’s gang had guns that were illegal in the city. A plan started to form as I thought about the odds of getting a jump on Tyrone. He wasn’t hard to figure out; he was probably fucking my mother all day. Such an act held no threat of losing his mind.

He had to die, and I would put him down. I approached Alice and rubbed her snout. She licked my hand and giggled at me. She licked her lips when I pulled my still hardening meat stick out of my pants.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Alice said.

I shoved my dick in her mouth, and she slurped it with her tongue. Then, she opened her mouth, licked my tip with her wet hot tongue, spread her legs, and pulled at the side of her cunny lips. Her dark lips spread to reveal a tight pink flower, a tiny pinprick of a urethra, and a slow swelling clit.

“Are you sure you want to start something already? You barely found your line last time?” Alice asked.

Alice was already flooding my mind with her fire, like standing in front of an erupting volcano. Still, that ass didn’t lie, and her pussy didn’t either. Besides, I had to do something to distract myself from the burning.

I laid on the bed, slipped a finger in her mouth until she parted it, and then jammed my dick inside. She closed her mouth and slurped me with her tongue. I slapped her butt harder than before, but she only shook her rear for more. I leaned in, ran my tongue over her clit, and slipped two fingers into her wet cunny. After she slurped them to the knuckle, I searched for her favorite bundle of nerves. She tasted salty with a bit of a tang, and her cunny quivered while my tongue lathered her clit.

Her mouth was warm, and Alice quickly lathered my balls with her while sucking my meat stick deeper. Finally, Alice curled her tongue around my cock and really started sucking.

I had to keep a watch on my line while she sucked on me, or else she might overwhelm my mind. Even a blowjob was dangerous. I didn’t want to end up like those simps, mere parts of a waifu destined to mutate into an obsessed monster. So, I slapped her rear and grabbed her tail.

The thick appendage felt heavy in my hand and so warm. My hands glided across her scales as I tried to avoid cuming too quickly.

If not for the taste of her clit, the smell of her hungry cunny, and the sweet treatment of her tongue, I might have distracted myself. Instead, I thrust hard against her tongue. Alice opened her mouth wider and lunged forward. I felt my meat stick slide down her throat when the heat and the tightness of her throat took hold; I couldn’t control myself. I exploded in her throat as she closed her mouth and sucked on my balls. Alice slid me slowly out of her throat and played with the head of my dick, slurping the last of my spurts.

Once again, I checked my line and ensured she didn’t cross it. Fortunately, it was still there, with only a little fraying along the edges. Mentally, I forced her off the edges and fixed it back. Once I was sure my line was fine, I pulled my dick out of her mouth. I was already hard again, ready for another round. Regeneration had helped me increase my recovery time for a price.

I was starving. My stomach felt like it was touching my spine, and my ribs were exposed. Fortunately, there was a banquet after this for all the successful tamers. So all I had to do was not die until then.

Another few hours went by, handled mostly through exploring Alice’s body. I couldn’t sleep, and the hunger pains were getting to me. Time was nearly up, and all I had to do was last a little longer.

Dragon Power I: Beginner 45%

Regeneration III: Beginner 0.45%

I closed the skill screen in my mind’s eye when the door opened. Professor Cacao stood in the doorframe with a proud smile on his face. There wasn’t any security with him, which meant I passed my first taming session. That was amazing. Cacao tossed me my tamer ID and a change of clothes.

“Get dressed quickly and come meet the rest of the tamers of your generation.” Professor Cacao said.

I stumbled to get the clothes on me quickly. They felt far too loose for me with the way my body was wasting away. I needed some meat on my bones, or there wouldn’t be much left of me after a while. Then, all I had to do was talk to some people who would probably die the second they stepped out of Jackson City’s walls.

The journey between here and Carthage through the forest separating the city killed 90% of first-year tamers. Some tamers waited months before leaving the city. Others waited a decade before leaving. Those who waited so long never amounted to much. If I wanted to be ahead of the game, I needed two things. The tamer starter kit Professor Cacao would give us and guns. Fortunately, most rank 1 monsters and waifus were still susceptible to small arms fire.

Unfortunately, there are rank 2 and even a handful of rare rank 3 in the forest. Fortunately, the maps given in the starter kits have marked territories of those monsters. So, normally if I stayed clear of them, I was unlikely to get killed. But it's mating season, and they are unlikely to stick to their territories. So, what I needed more than anything was speed and firepower.

That led me back to Tyrone’s gang with their guns and drug money. A few had their tamer license, and a waifu Tyrone included. So long as they paid Professor Cacao a cut of their profits, they were allowed to exist in Jackson. Killing them and taking their guns and money was a dangerous prospect. If there was one person I didn’t want to know what I was about to do, it was Professor Cacao.

I stepped into the lobby, where other tamers stared at me with their own waifus, either sitting in their laps or sucking them off. Some of the waifus stared at Alice with absolute hate in their eyes.

“Wow, someone managed to tame one of the black Dinofus.” I turned my attention to a brown-haired guy around age 16, the same as me. He had a smirk on his face that reminded me of Professor Cacao. However, by the white canidfu rubbing her tits on his back, I knew who the MVP of the Jackson tamers was.

“The name is Alex Cacao, but it's Tamer Cacao to you. I will be the first of our generation to complete my training with the 9 Geass region sects and become a Waifu Emperor like gramps.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not if I beat you first. It takes more than money to become a Waifu Emperor.”

“It’s good that I have talent and luck on my side then. You talk big for someone barely on their feet. But I know how to show you your place. Gramps has a regulation ring a few rooms down; we have time for a match before the banquet. What do you say, or are you all talking?” Alex asked.

A smile lit up on my face. This was my chance to see how I measured up against one of the chosen of this generation. Alex was trained by the best money had to offer and was talented to boot. In-game, if he isn’t killed early, he will become a Waifu Emperor. Fortunately, all he had were the Ice Claw, and Jotun Power I. He was unlikely to have any Day attribute abilities.

“I accept; let's have a match before we eat.”

“We have a fight on our hands.” One of the tamers shouted. Two security guards shrugged and led us and everyone else to the ring.

“Zoran, this might be a bad idea. You aren’t in any state to fight. I’ve sucked most of the life out of you already.” Alice said.

“Yea, but I need to see where I stand. This will be good for me.”

I also had a theory. Since arriving in this world, I found that if I focused on something I could remember it perfectly. Forums I read years ago came with absolute clarity. What would happen if I tried to copy the fighting style of someone trained by the best? How much could I learn in a single match?