Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Red Digivice Diaries ❯ Casanova Part 1: Daisuke's Groove ( Chapter 20 )

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Red Digivice Diaries

Entry 20 - Casanova Part 1: Daisuke's Groove

By: Lord Archive

The concept of Digimon and most of the characters in this work of fiction belongs to Toei Animation and Akiyoshi Hongo. Since Toei has all but dropped Digimon completely, I shall do with them as I see fit.
Steve: Nooooo! The orgy scene I'm in is delayed a chapter?! There is no justice.
Daisuke: I see no problem.
Steve: Of course YOU don't. You're why MY scene got delayed.

This series includes sex between fictional characters, who are not based on real people. The characters involved may be stated as being under the age of consent and perform acts of illegal sexual practices, but they are fictional and do not have any real age or ability to commit real crime. Descriptions of digimon mating may be considered bestiality, but they are fictional creations and not real animals.

There are a few sexual fetishes in this chapter, but nothing that would be considered extreme.

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Touch upon the ecstasy of sex, and you'll crave more of it. The torture of pleasure burns your body as a tension builds up within. Higher and higher you go, longing to fall over the edge into a deep bliss. Yet, it's missing. Try as you might, the final damn refuses to break. The want, the need to feel the pleasure of orgasm is all consuming, but nothing you try seems to work.

I've tried and tried to find release. It just won't come. I've tried almost everything, but nothing seems to work. I'd love to ask my parents or friends for advice, but sex is not something you can request help on. Especially me. It would shock them to know that _I_ want relief. That _I_ would do such dirty things. If they knew my secret wants, they would think I'm sick and shun me. I can't deal with that. Yet I still want to do those dirty things, to feel the pleasure that's being denied to me.

I just can't take it anymore. I must find release. I have to feel it. I need it. There looks to be no other option. If I want to know what is being denied... I'll have to submit myself to Motomiya.

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Daisuke fidgeted in his seat. He tried not to think about the other girls in his class, but he couldn't help but think about tonguing them, fucking them. He tried to grin and bare with the feelings the feedback from V-mon was giving him. After all, his partner had put up with him having sex several times a week. Now it was his turn to deal with horniness when he could not relieve himself. Though, he wondered if V-mon was timing his encounters with Sorcerymon to be at the same time Motomiya was stuck in classes on purpose.

"Mr. Motomiya," called out the pencil-neck, four-eyed, geek of a math teacher. "Solve the math problem on the board."

If Daisuke had been any other guy, he would be very embarrassed to go to the front of the room with an obvious erection. However, half the girls in this classroom personally knew what his dick looked like erect, a couple of them thanks to Hikari's birthday party. It still didn't stop the giggles or finger pointing as he went to the board.

"Smaller than advertised," Reiko jokingly whispered with an evil smirk from the back of the classroom, not pleased that her 'date' with the boy had become public knowledge.

"It's not the size, it's how he uses it," Yukimi retorted quietly, seated next to her. "And I only did anal with him."

"Maybe I should go for a full 'date' with him. It was unbelievable just doing oral," Dachi wondered. Just remembering what she had done with him and Miyako at Hikari's birthday party caused her blood to rush with excitement.

Musume sat next to the whispering girls, and blushing badly from their comments.

Daisuke quickly went through the math equation and finished it off with excessive chalk strokes in an attempt to impress the girls. Maybe he could get a girl someplace quiet during lunch.

"A good effort, but a number multiplied by zero is zero," the teacher corrected.

Daisuke sagged. He could always try to track down Miyako for a quickie.

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V-mon had to have been in rare form that morning. Daisuke's cock was stiff and painful as it pressed against the confines of his pants. He needed relief in a BAD way. As lunch started, he bolted out of the room to hunt for the one girl he knew could fully help him with his problem.

Motomiya found the lavender-haired girl amidst a gaggle of girls exiting her classroom. He called out to her, "Hey, Miyako! Can I talk to you?"

Miyako glanced over and didn't fail to notice his tented pants. She remembered the 'talk' he had with her the day before. "Sorry, Daisuke. Can't 'talk' now. Got a class project to work on."

Motomiya whimpered like a whipped dog as she walked down the hallway. He debated what to do now with his first choice unavailable. He could go hunting to see if any of the girls he had previously been with wouldn't mind a quickie. However, there were problems with them: Reiko and Misame had let him know from the start that their sex romp had been a one time thing, Ai had thought it was 'true luuuuuuv' and took him a week to beat her away, Subaru had shit for endurance and would be out in minutes, Mimoji was a screamer that'd let the whole school know she was being fucked, Megumi had gotten a serious boyfriend, and Yukimi also had gotten a boyfriend on top of only wanting anal sex.

Daisuke thought about the other possibilities from the girls he knew. Dachi was an option, but he'd have to track her down which would take time. Musume was out, considering she was likely a louder screamer than Mimoji. Of the remaining girls he knew well enough to make take a chance with were either the prudes in his class, like the class president, or were already involved. Even if she was at school, he wouldn't have counted Noriko, considering she was infected with a Dark Seed and would be more likely to remove his balls with a spork than kiss him. He sighed, realizing he had but one option left for immediate relief at the moment: his right hand.

Motomiya scampered off to the men's locker room, which he knew would be empty during lunch. Quickly he made his way to the locker assigned to him for the football season. Pushing aside the short sleeved shirt and shorts of his uniform, he pulled out some gel that doubled nicely as lubricant.

Pulling down his lower cloths, Daisuke applied the creamy aid and set himself to his task. He moaned slightly as his hand slid up and down. He longed for the real excitement, and regretted having to make due with the pale imitation.

Daisuke leaned back as his hand sped up, but then he froze. He looked down the row of lockers to see what he would swear was a mirage. There before him was a girl bent over and advertising her own lack of lower clothes. Whoever she was, she obviously didn't want him to know who she was as she literally had a bag over her head.

"If you're offering, how can I possibly refuse?" Daisuke commented as he stood up, shed his shirt, and approached the mystery girl.

Her only response was the come hither motion she made with her right hand before she fingered herself, making it clear to the boy exactly what she wanted. When she felt his left hand on her bare hip, the girl returned her right hand to the wall, bracing herself for what she expected would follow.

Despite the urge to plunder the eager girl, Daisuke explored her with the fingers of his right hand. Teasing her with his whispery touch while at the same time testing her to see if she was ready. His increasingly moist and sticky fingers told him that she certainly wanted him, and that this probably wouldn't be her first time. He also doubted she was one of his previous conquests as while he had screwed a few girls with black pubic hair, the pattern of her sexual tuff was different than the ones he could remember.

The girl quickly shoved part of the canvas bag masking her identity into her mouth, not to dampen her moans but to keep herself from speaking. He was taking longer to start than she had expected him too. She had expected him to give her a wild quickie, not a drawn out experience. When she felt his right hand leave her, she tried to steady herself again. She almost groaned in disappointment when she thought it was his thumb that was now pressed into her, but then she felt his right hand on her other hip. She bit down harder on the bag to drown out her growl. She could feel him inside her completely and his size left a LOT to be desired.

Daisuke started to rock his hips against the girl's backside. He started slow but increased his tempo as he went, watching for any sign from the girl that he was going too fast or too rough. He got none. In fact she seemed to encourage him to go faster and harder. He was all too eager to please as he let himself go.

Now the girl could see why the boy had gotten a reputation of being a great fuck. He had gone from being a cheap dildo to a vibrator with the settings broken off. While he may not have the size to offer, he certainly had technique. With each thrust, the angle he entered her changed. She couldn't get used to a repetitive pattern as he had none. The speed and force of which he impaled her caused her to fall forward. She might've hit her head on the wall, yet his hands moved to protect her. He didn't even lose any momentum from the fall, quickly returning to pleasuring her by fucking her on the floor like some wild dog.

The sudden grunt from the boy and the convulsive movement inside the girl almost made her want to scream in outrage. She wasn't done yet. She wanted more, and was more than a little surprised that Daisuke didn't stop. She could feel his cum inside her as his dick smeared it inside her canal, yet he only slowed for a few seconds before continuing to torture her with pleasure.

Daisuke frowned. He knew the girl was enjoying this, yet she was still being left wanting. No girl had taken him this long to get off. He slipped his hands underneath the girl. His left hand accidentally popped a button off her now sweat drenched school blouse as it snaked its way under her bra. His right hand slithered between her legs to join the fun there.

The impromptu gag fell from her mouth and her moans echoed loudly. How would her parents like to see their top grade daughter getting anonymously fucked like a bitch in heat in the boy's locker room? Wouldn't they love to know of her stash of sex toys or that she had prostituted herself off searching for release? Release of her responsibilities, expectations, and tensions. While this wasn't her true self, neither was her faux image of being a model student. Yet, despite her previous attempts, she had never known the 'greatest of pleasures.' Even dirty old men fucking her hadn't done it. Now, finally, FINALLY, she was feeling what had been promised.

Daisuke removed his hands from under the now boneless girl. He smiled for giving her such powerful feelings that it left her half-asleep and panting hard. He pulled himself free of her and spread her rear. Gently he eased himself into her other hole to finish things off for himself. She gave no protested as his hips spanked her. The girl's moans had given him a hint to her identity, and if he was right-- fucking her up the ass was damn near a dream come true. He pounded her hard, his theoretical revenge was now pleasurable reality. He would have such fun with her after this. Leaving his gooey deposit in her rear, he pulled away from the girl.

The girl shakily sat up. Her hands patted the ground for a moment before she found her lower clothes and quickly put them on. She shambled to her feet and felt along the wall as she made her way around the corner and out of the locker room.

Daisuke wondered if his guess was true or not, but then smirked at what he saw on the floor. The loose button from her blouse. Between the sweat and other stains on her shirt, that would be final proof to who was the latest entry into his little black book of conquests.

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Motomiya grinned wolfishly as he returned to his classroom. He was RIGHT! There in the center of the front row was little-miss-perfect class rep fussing with her appearance and upset at the clinginess of her puke green blouse. Now how to have fun with her without letting everyone know what she did. After all, if a girl wanted to remain anonymous, he would keep it a secret. Especially as it meant an increased chance to do her again later. He just wished Reiko told him she wanted it kept private, not that she did a good job of covering up their encounter.

Ninami looked away from the leering the boy, but said nothing in fear even as he approached her desk.

"Ya know, class rep, you should really wear a leotard if you're going to do gymnastics. Your school uniform isn't good for the sweat, and I certainly didn't mind the free peaks when your ass was in the air." Daisuke then placed his hand on her desk. "Besides, ya lost this."

Ninami's hand was immediately at her blouse after the boy removed his hand revealing a lost button. Her face flushed dangerously finding that it had indeed been lost from her shirt.

Daisuke merely walked away from her, rather pleased with himself. Embarrassed her, but still let her save face... for now any way.

Takeru didn't buy Motomiya's lines for a minute. "You're unbelievable."

"Yep," Daisuke chirped.

Meanwhile Ninami had been swarmed by her friends.

"How could you flash your panties to that pervert!" one chastised. "He'll dog you to go on one of his 'dates' now."

"He's an annoyance, but he'll eventually go away," another countered. "I know you like gymnastics, Ninami, but why didn't you tell me you were practicing! We could use more girls on our team."

Ninami frowned. "I can't join any after school clubs. You know I have enough trouble being class rep and watching after my little brothers."

"Maybe your parents can work something out. You'd be great on our team. I'm sure of it!"

Anymore arguments were derailed by the school bell signaling the end of lunch. Their history teacher gave the class rep a thoughtful look before beginning his lesson.

Ninami was quite thankful for the start of class. Motomiya had certainly surprised her. He was as good a fuck as the girls had claimed, and he had somehow managed to tell her he knew who he had screwed yet did so in a way that anyone listening wouldn't know the truth.

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"Ah, shit," Takeru cursed, looking at his D-Terminal.

"What?" Daisuke questioned, surprised at the outburst. The answer came when Takaishi showed him the email, and Motomiya promptly cursed up a storm.

The message was just plain horrid. Iori had dark evolved Armadimon while they were at school. They should've known something was up with Noriko being absent. It was too much hope that she really did have the flu as the homeroom teacher had reported earlier.

"What are we going to do about that?" Daisuke asked.

"He's going to need time to come to terms with what happened," Takeru replied. "I'll drop by and see him after I make sure Hikari hasn't done anything."

Daisuke nodded. "I'm sure she already went to see Iori."

Takeru shook his head. "Not what I was talking about. Hikari's mood swings have been... irrational lately. Yesterday she wanted to redecorate the apartment and tried to convince Tailmon to shred the couch so she could throw it out."

Daisuke blinked repeatedly. "Never thought I'd say this, but... better you than me."

Takeru let out a hollow laugh before running off for home.

Daisuke grabbed his stuff and left for the locker rooms to begin football practice. He paused when he heard a mousy voice beg, "Excuse me, Motomiya... Can I ask you something?"

Musume fidgeted under the boy's gaze as he nodded to her request. "I... I was... um... wondering if... you were... well... doing anything... um... Saturday?"

Daisuke blinked repeated. Hikari's sweet and innocent friend was asking him for a DATE?! She certainly knew what his dates usually included from the slumber party. "I'm free after the football game. Did you want to go out with me afterwards?"

Musume blushed deeply. "Yes.... I'll wait for you at the bleachers after the game."

"Sure, thing." Daisuke grinned. He'd certainly take her to a love motel as he knew she'd be screaming her head off, assuming she didn't decline to go all the way. "I've got to go practice now. Talk to you later."

Musume blushed and waved slightly.

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Hikari enjoyed the sun on her face. She wasn't about to sit home when Daisuke was playing a home game. Especially after a typhoon brushed past Tokyo the day before. After assaulting Okinawa, the remnants were little more than a day long of very heavy rain and strong wind, but it still left her shut into the apartment. The storm had given Iori and his team an extra day in the Digital World, considering their classes were canceled ahead of time in the fear of the rain, winds and the strong possibility of tornadoes.

The best thing about typhoons was that the following day was usually beautiful, weather wise at least. While just about everything was wet, there was little in the way of heavy damage for Tokyo. Daisuke was going to be rather muddy after the game though.

The one thing Hikari wasn't entirely pleased with was that her increasing waistline was no longer 'in her head.' While she took the loss of her waistline and a gain of a kilogram over a month ago as a sign she was starting to show, now it really was the baby showing. Something that others were now commenting on. It was one thing for Takeru to notice and rub her belly, but was something else entirely when Miyako and her sisters did it. There was one highlight to the recent changes, every once in a while she would feel a twitch from her baby kicking. She still couldn't describe the feeling she got when she first felt her baby just as she was about to take a nap.

Takeru walked beside his young wife, carrying a few bento for their lunch. She was starting her fifth month of pregnancy and this was supposed to be the 'calmest' she would be of her pregnancy. He hoped not. Sure she wasn't puking several times a day anymore, but her mood swings hadn't gone away. If anything, they had gotten worse. When she declared they were going to watch Daisuke's football game, he wasn't about to argue. Though he wished she could've made up her mind on what to wear faster. It took her an hour to decide coveralls and a T-shirt made her look 'less pregnant.' Getting Tailmon to come with them hadn't exactly been a treat either, but she really needed to get out of the house having only been outside once in the past four months, and that was for the wedding.

The thoughts of the young couple were interrupted by the sound of a monstrous yawn. Ahead of them was Daisuke, looking half-dead on his feet.

"Long night?" Takeru insinuated.

"Not in that way, unfortunately." Daisuke stifled another yawn. "V-mon got into some trouble in England in the middle of the night and I managed to evolve him from here. Guess his dinner date with Sorcerymon and William went rather bad."

"I'd say," Miyako piped in, arriving from behind Daisuke. "Have you seen the news?"

"Sorry, didn't check the message board this morning," Hikari replied.

Miyako shook her head and pointed at an electronics store across the street. "No, I meant the NEWS."

They turned to look at the large screen television in the store window just as the image on it panned from a reporter over to a destroyed and partially frozen mansion and then zoomed in onto V-mon being treated by paramedics with Sorcerymon standing next to him.

"Ah, shit," Tailmon summed up for them.

"Koushiro's going to be throwing a fit," Takeru commented with a morbid tone.

"I thought the governments were blocking news concerning digimon," Hikari added.

Daisuke groaned. "Guess this one got through the cracks. No wonder I feel like a punching bag."

Miyako draped herself over Motomiya. "I know how to pick you up a bit for the game."

Daisuke grinned and suddenly looked a lot more awake. "Thanks. It'd be a good appetizer for my date later too."

"Date?" Miyako blinked. "With who?"

Daisuke laughed nervously as his eyes darted toward Hikari. "Doesn't really matter, does it?"

Miyako started to drag the boy off. "Oh, you'd better tell me." She then waved with her free hand. "See you at the game."

Hikari waved back, while blinking in confusion. "Isn't Daisuke dating Miyako?"

Takeru sighed. "Not exclusively."

Hikari looked at her husband blankly. "I know he's been with a few girls before, but hasn't he stopped that yet? I mean, they are lovers, right?"

Takeru frowned. "Kind of. But Miyako and Daisuke don't exactly want commitment. And considering she hasn't been faithful to him either...."

Hikari shook her head. "They could end up with a LOT of problems that way."

"Yeah, but it's not really our place to do anything," Takeru replied. "They aren't the kind of people who'd take kindly to being lectured. Sora certainly tried."

"I guess...." Hikari tried to think of something to do for her friends.

"Now that is settled, can we get to the field already?" Tailmon groused. "If you're going to drag me out here for lunch, I'd like to have it some time today."

"Sorry," Takeru replied reflexively. Two moody girls in the house made it more of a survival instinct. Right now Tailmon was especially agitated because she was away from her egg. It was a minor miracle getting her here even knowing Patamon would stay home and guard the egg with his life.

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Fucking Miyako was like a force of nature. A whirlwind of kisses and touching as the two bestowed tortuous bliss upon one another. Despite they knew this would only be a quick lay to reeve Daisuke up for the game, their actions were that of a wild tornado.

As quickly as the pair had started, a grunt from the boy signaled the end of it. He held himself against the gasping girl as he filled the rubber protection within her. He then slowly pulled himself out of her, taking his collected seed with him. Not to leave her wanting, he knelt between her spread legs and kissed her tenderly where her legs met. His tongue explored her, his salvia heating her already sweating body. Gentle experienced touches coaxed her to the edge, and a puckered kiss sucking upon her most sensitive spot pushed her over.

Daisuke sighed. He was certainly ready to go again, but now time was becoming a serious issue. He had to get down to the locker room to meet up with the team soon or he'd get in trouble with the coach. Reluctantly he put his missing clothes back on, and noted that Miyako didn't exactly look eager to end the romp either.

"Are you going to tell me now who your date is with?" Miyako demanded.

Daisuke shrugged. "Musume."

Miyako blinked. "You asked HER out?!"

"Nope." Daisuke grinned. "She asked me. Just didn't think Hikari should know about it, though."

"Screw half your class, why don't you," Miyako muttered.

"Not counting oral with Dachi and anal with Yukimi as half, Musume will make for half of the thirteen girls in my class." He then gave a small demented laugh. "And a quarter of class 1-C. May just end up doing half the freshman girls before the year's done."

Miyako punched Daisuke in the shoulder barely light enough to be considered a joking punch. "Not funny."

The pair left the cleaning supply room they had used for their rendezvous, and practically ran straight into Daisuke's guidance councilor.

"Well, you look rather awake now," Uremeshi growled.

Daisuke laughed. "Yeah, Miyako really knows how to get the blood flowing."

"I'm sure she does." Uremeshi folded his arms. "And what kind of 'pick-me-ups' does she offer? Cocaine? Speed?"

Miyako glared death. "I'd NEVER touch that shit."

Daisuke looked disgusted. "Why would I bother with that crap? I get enough highs off life and sex."

"I'll be watching you two. I won't have you dragging the school down," Uremeshi warned.

"Go ahead, but you'll be surprised at what you might find," Daisuke retorted as he walked off for the locker room.

Miyako shook her head and followed him, muttering, "Either digimon or free peep shows."

It did not escape the two that the guidance councilor went into the cleaning supply room to search for his evidence. They were rather curious as to what the guy's reaction would be when he found the only thing they left behind: a freshly used condom in the garbage.

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Those watching the football game would have a hard time accepting that Daisuke was a freshman. The skill and control he displayed as he kicked the white and black ball, setting up shots for others and being in the right place to accept passes to shoot at the goal. To the spectators, the boy seemed wasted on a lowly public school when a more prestigious school could take him to the Nationals with a team of similarly talented players.

For Daisuke, there was no better place to play than for Odaiba, especially when his friends came out to cheer for him. Odd as it seemed that Hikari and Takeru were once again counted as his friends. Just last year he could truthfully say he hated their guts for being lovers and they had never bothered to tell him despite that they both knew he had a serious crush on Hikari. Yet now he was excited to see them in the stands cheering him on. He was a little annoyed that Ken wasn't here yet, but he apparently had an odd habit of being late to football games.

As the game entered the second half, Ken had arrived but Daisuke was getting a little worried about his date. Musume had yet to make an appearance. It wasn't until a penalty kick against his team a few minutes in that he finally spotted her, sitting on the far side of the crowd of the visiting team's parents and well away from Hikari and others from their school.

Daisuke sighed as the penalty kick scored, making the score tied at three apiece. He then smirked as the game resumed and the team captain sent the ball over to him. Time to impress Musume and all of the other girls watching.

Daisuke started running. From the way he moved, one would think he wasn't dribbling the ball with his feet. He threaded his way around the defenders as if they were standing still. When he approached the end of the field, he didn't bother to give a feint and rocketed the ball to the far upper right corner of the goal.

Many of the opposing players had a sudden sense of deja vu, remembering Ichijouji similarly trashing their defenses before his month long disappearance and subsequent fall from fame. They then blinked when they noticed amongst a group of rowdy home team fans was the devil of elementary school football, Ichijouji Ken, cheering on Motomiya by his personal name.

Despite the close game, the idea of Ichijouji training one of their opponents upset the moral of the visiting team. A fact that did not escape the Odaiba Junior High team. Daisuke moved to the forefront of the action. Dripping with mud and sweat, he stole balls and took command of the team. Two more times he invaded the opposing team's field and launched the ball into the goal.

By the time the visiting team realized Motomiya wasn't quite at the level Ichijouji had been at his prime, the damage had been done. The game ended at six goals to three, and Odaiba victory.

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Musume fidgeted as the seats quickly thinned out. She was rather thankful that Hikari and the students from her school hadn't noticed her. She wasn't one for sports, which would raise questions as to why she was there in the first place. The answer to that had to remain a secret.

The young girl knew what happened during Motomiya's dates. It was why she had asked him, even though the thought of what they would be doing soon also scared her. More than once she considered canceling the date, but that would only delay the inevitable. Eventually she would have sex with a guy, and Motomiya was rather good at it. Better than the mindless groping of an inexperienced boy which had led Reiko to go to Motomiya to get sex 'done correctly,' especially after a string of arguments led to the girl to break up with her boyfriend.

As time began to drag waiting for Motomiya to arrive, Musume's resolve increasingly grew thinner. The fear of someone spotting her and asking question she didn't want to answer gripped her tighter. It wasn't exactly exciting sitting in the bleachers watching grass dry either.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Daisuke called out.

"That's okay." Musume stood up and smoothed out the short skirt she was wearing. She appraised the freshly showered boy, thankful he had taken the time to get cleaned up despite her wait.

"So... Where do want to go first? Movies? Arcade? The park?" Daisuke questioned.

Musume blinked in confusion. "I, ah, thought...."

Daisuke frowned. "If you want to skip the date and go straight to a love motel, that's fine with me. But I thought you'd like to make more out of this."

Musume blushed. All she had heard about his dates was the sex. She didn't think he'd actually treat it as a full date. She had to admit, she liked the idea of it being more than just going to bed. There was still one problem. "I'd like the date, but... I don't want anyone to know."

"Easy enough. We just don't have the date in Odaiba. After all, by now Takeru's working at the laser tag arena at the mall. But Tokyo has many other districts we can have fun at," Daisuke replied. "We'll just take the subway. And if there's classmates on the train, just act as if we're not together."

"You've done this before," Musume noted.

Daisuke grinned sheepishly. "Reiko and Miyako aren't the only girls I've done from our school. So, what will it be?"

"We really should've planned this ahead of time... but how about a water park?" Musume questioned. "We can meet up at the station near it after we've grabbed our swimsuits from home."

Daisuke nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me. Just one question, which one?"

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Musume glared ever so slightly as she watched Daisuke flirt with girls on the subway. They both had managed to grab the same train, which thankfully meant neither of them would have to wait once they arrived at their destination. Yet she could do without the boy she would be sleeping with in a few hours was trying to line up a date for tomorrow. She just couldn't believe how bold he was being, going as far as fondling the girl through her skintight shorts.

Daisuke grinned lecherously. "Not wearing panties, eh?"

The girl blushed. "Tomorrow at two o'clock. At Nerima station."

Daisuke nodded. "See you then." He patted the girl's ass, and then moved toward the door. The train squealed to a stop and it was time to disembark.

Musume slowly followed after him, not feeling entirely safe yet as some others who got on at Odaiba station were still on the train. It wasn't until they were a block away from the subway that she moved to walk next to Motomiya. "How can you pick up girls like that?"

"Confidence," Daisuke replied simply. "People respect it. If you're sure of yourself, others will follow."

"I wouldn't know...." Musume replied uncertainly.

"Listen, Musume, if you don't stand up for yourself, others will walk over you," Daisuke advised. "It surprised me when you asked me for a date, but it was really a good thing for you. You made a decision and took a chance. Maybe it could've turned out bad and the school found out about it, or maybe you'll have one of the best days of your life. Yet if you never asked, you'd be sitting at home and nothing bad could happen, but neither would anything good. You've got to live life."

Musume stared at Motomiya. She then let out a short laugh while shaking her head. "And here everyone thinks you're just a dumb jock."

Daisuke smirked. "I'm not dumb, just don't see the point of school. I've learned a lot more from my adventures in the Digital World than I ever would in a classroom. I know what I want to do with my life, and school's not helping with it."

"To be a sport's star?" Musume questioned, a little surprised that he would so casually mention the other dimension to her, despite that he knew she had learned of it from Hikari's slumber party.

"Nah, a ramen-ya owner," Daisuke replied with a goofy grin.

Musume giggled. "You're something else, Motomiya." She then sighed. "School still has a point for me. I don't know what I want to be."

Daisuke let out a small chuckle. "Here I was thinking you wanted to be a housewife. Keep your options open and make your own decisions for yourself. It is your life, after all."

Musume smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Arriving at the water park, the pair found it surprisingly slow for a Saturday. But with the typhoon from the previous day, a few of the park's attractions were closed for minor repairs and many office workers were at work today to deal with the missed work instead of taking the family out for a day of fun.

Daisuke paid for their way into the water park, and they split up to change into their bathing suits. Musume caused him to wait a few minutes before she finally came out wearing a simple navy blue one-piece. It was rather tight against her body, displaying her child-like figure. Her chest was almost perfectly flat and while the crotch marked the contours of her sex, there was little-to-no indication of hair. Not that her childish appearance mattered to him. He loved the female form. With boobs or not, girls still had the one thing he desired most: a cunt.

Musume blushed under his lingering gaze. "Erm... Sorry I don't have much to look at...."

"Nonsense," Daisuke purred as he approached and moved behind her. "I like what I see."

Musume flushed and let out a surprised squeak as she felt his finger stroke her between her legs. Before she could react, the finger was gone. She turned to look at the smiling boy. "Motomiya...," she breathed a little harshly.

"So what first?" Daisuke questioned. "Paddle boats are out. They're still fishing a couple boats out of their pond."

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Musume just couldn't figure out Motomiya. One minute he was a goof ball, the next he'd say something rather insightful and wise, and then he'd molest her. They had just doubled up on a water slide and he had slipped his fingers under her suit and into her! She had to adjust her suit after crashing into the pool to keep from displaying herself. And before she could express her displeasure at being publicly pleasured he splashed her, laughed and rushed out of the pool declaring it was time to eat.

Musume pulled herself from the water and chased after him, slapping him with some force on the back while laughing. He was acting too much like a cute child who didn't know he did anything wrong to stay angry at him despite her embarrassment.

The pair turned the corner toward the park's eatery just in time to hear an angry shout of, "You stupid brat! Look what you did!"

A young boy of five or six sat on the ground and began bawling his eyes out as ice-cream melted over his head. The one who yelled was eleven or twelve, towering over the little kid and red faced in anger.

Musume frowned at the scene as the angry boy began demanding rather vulgarly for the little kid to pay for the ice-cream. She then blinked as Motomiya pointed at her and then the little boy. Before she could say anything, Daisuke interposed himself between the two kids.

The angry kid was taken aback. "What the fuck you want? This is between me and stupid shit."

"Only one looking stupid is you," Daisuke retorted. "Really, do you think a five-year-old has any money to pay for an ice-cream? Just go soak your head in some cold water to calm down and then buy yourself some new ice-cream and be careful with it." He finished his statement by placing a five-hundred yen coin in the boy's hand.

The upset boy looked dumbly at Daisuke and then the coin. He looked around and saw that the boy he had yelled at was now nowhere in sight. He slowly turned around and walked off. His reasons for being angry taken away, and the crazy guy who had given him the yen didn't seem like someone you'd want to fuck with.

Daisuke nodded to himself noting that Musume had taken the boy away as he had wanted. He then checked his pocket and frowned what little money he pulled out. "Damn, this date is costing more than I thought."

A woman looked around, and then called out, "Shinji!"

"Little boy with red trunks and brown eyes?" Daisuke asked her.

The woman nodded. "Yes."

"Should be back in a minute. Some kid tripped over him and gave him an ice-cream hat," Daisuke informed. "Musume is helping him wash up."

It was only a few seconds later that Musume returned with the boy.

Shinji ran to the woman, squealing, "Mommy!"

"Are you okay, dear?" the woman questioned.

Shinji nodded and pointed at Motomiya. "He scared away the meanie."

Daisuke shook his head. "Nah. I just took away the reasons why he was upset. All he wanted was his ice-cream, so I gave him the money to buy a new one. So no harm done."

Shinji blinked in confusion. "But you coulda beat him up."

"Just because I could doesn't make me right, just stronger," Daisuke corrected. "And ice-cream or a few hundred yen isn't something to get worked up over, let alone get into a fight. Now an evil vampire digimon looking at you hungrily is something to be upset about! Especially if there are no friendly digimon around to help you!"

Musume shook her head in wonder while stifling a giggle as Motomiya was exaggerating his movements to the point he mimed looking scared and then scanning for someone far away.

Shinji's mother smiled and held Daisuke's hand. "Thank you for protecting my son."

"It's was nothing, ma'am," Daisuke replied.

Shinji waved good-bye as his mother led him away.

Daisuke present a crisp and dry thousand yen note the woman had just given him. "Time for dinner."

"I suppose I'm desert," Musume commented, and then blushed shyly at what she had just blurted out.

"It's always the quiet ones." Daisuke chuckled. "And, yes, you'll be a most delicious desert."

Musume flushed a deeper red, but made no response as she had created the verbal landmine and stepped on it.

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"Now, Musume, we don't have to go here if you don't want to," Daisuke told the girl softly.

Musume almost glared. "After all the times you touched me today...." She shook her head, approached the automated teller and put in her own money to pay for three hours.

Daisuke blinked. "I would've paid for it." Though for only an hour in a room not designated for 'messy sex.' But if Musume wanted to go all out, he wasn't about to argue.

Musume didn't look at him as she grabbed the key from the machine. "My decision, Motomiya. I'm just making it clear." She turned and looked at him fiercely. "I want to have sex with you. Now more than ever."

Daisuke shrugged. "As you wish." He then followed behind the girl as she led him to the room. It looked like a sparse Japanese bedroom with a western bed. The floor gave the look of wood, but was anything but that, while the bed sheets were plain off-white that were easy enough to change and clean. The last customers could've taken a shit on the floor or bed, and there would be no way to tell. Which of course was the point of a messy sex room, though he doubted Musume understood that.

Despite her determination, Musume was frightened at what she was about to do. But after a few hours at the water park with Daisuke touching her whenever he could had made her extremely aroused. If a girl didn't storm off after being fondled the first few times, there was no way she could end the date anywhere else but here.

Daisuke noticed the girl was starting to get nervous. Though experience told him asking her again if she was sure about this would translate into her trying to take control of sex, and her inexperience would only lead to her hurting herself. It would be best if he lead the way.

"Musume, would it be all right if I kissed you?" Daisuke questioned knowing that some girls oddly placed their first kiss as being more important than who took their virginity.

Musume could only nod. Her anxiety increasing with every second. Soon she would be naked in front of this boy, and yet tomorrow a different girl would share his bed. Part of her mind screamed that she should stop this, but the rest of her had been yearning for this ever since she watched Motomiya have sex with Miyako and Dachi at Hikari's birthday party. The tiny voice of protest was further muffled when his lips landed upon her own.

Daisuke was about to break the kiss, noticing how she wasn't really kissing him back. But then her arms snaked around his body and she let herself go. This was definitely her first kiss, but she was quickly getting the right idea. Her tongue invaded his mouth first, and he was all too eager to taste her breath as well. She then pressed her flushed body against his.

Musume broke away from the kiss as her heated body failed to support herself, causing her to fall onto the bed. She gazed up at the boy and saw unbridled lust in his eyes. He shucked his shirt revealing his lean and muscular upper body and then he leaned over her.

With her lower legs slightly spread and hanging off the side of the bed, he could see her white panties under her skirt. Already a dark spot of moisture was forming on them and he meant to make them much wetter before he removed them. He smiled at her before showering her lips and neck with light pecks while his right hand worked to unbutton her blouse. When that job was done, he parted the white imitation silk and found only flesh.

Musume giggled a little at his questioning look. "Didn't see a reason to put the training bra back on..."

Daisuke shock his head at the bra size comment, but the extra piece of clothing would've only gotten in the way. His hands glided over her recently exposed flesh, massaging her in a way that was anything but relaxing. He kind of wished there was more to her chest as it was barely softer to his probing finger than his own. He might've decided to neglect it if her barely audible squeals of pleasure didn't let him know that, yes, this was a girl he was touching.

Musume never had a guy touched her in such a manner. She was the last to bloom of her class and until now no guy had even looked at her in such a way. She had almost gotten upset about NOT being molested on the subway trains like most of her classmates had been. But now there was a boy touching her, making her feel wanted, lusted for and special. All that mattered to him right now was her.

Daisuke removed the rest of his clothing before climbing onto the bed and straddling the girl's waist. She had a confused look at what he was offering, but her hands came and touched him. Slowly she stroked his length. After a heated eternity of her gentle caress, he guided her hands into doing more.

Musume thought his penis looked smaller than she remembered, and was rather surprised at how hot is was to her touch. It felt extremely hard, yet there was slack to some of the skin that moved as she tugged on him. She followed his coaxing and sped up her movements. Soon she was making him moan, giving him pleasure. The idea that he was enjoying this made her all the hotter and aroused.

Daisuke rocked his hips over her stomach as her administration continued. Her gentle and soft hands firmly pulling on him and the innocent look of wonder on her face was surprisingly erotic for him. He then laughed at her stunned expression when he came, showing her face and flat chest with his white goo.

Musume pouted cutely as his penis continued to slowly ooze out his seed. "That wasn't nice."

Daisuke took a finger and scooped a strand of his spunk off her face and then had her taste it. He laughed again as her face scrunched up and she spit the stuff back out of her mouth right onto the bed.

"That's disgusting!" Musume protested.

"Guess that rules out a blow job," Daisuke joked.

"No fucking way," Musume stated furiously.

The girl's look of anger, that she swore, and cum still on her face and hair made him laugh even harder. She was thought to be the most innocent girl at the school, and having her here like this forever destroyed the image of her being pure.

"I don't think this is funny," Musume growled, which helped make her look like a cute irate little girl if you didn't count the evidence of sex.

"Oh, I don't know. It's pretty funny seeing YOU cum covered and swearing. No one would believe me if I told them about this," Daisuke countered. "You should really laugh more." He then held his hands up like his fingers were weapons and then he brought them down to the girl's sides and began to tickle her without mercy.

Musume managed to stifle herself for a few seconds before Daisuke found where she was especially ticklish just under her ribs. She squirmed beneath him as his onslaught continued. Her hands desperately tried to pull his arms away, but she was at a complete disadvantage. But then she felt something stir within her. "Stop or I'm going to pee!"

"Really?" Daisuke questioned and immediately hopped off the girl.

Musume gasped for breath, thankful for the reprieve. "Wha?" she called out as Motomiya yanked her skirt and panties down her legs. Soon she was naked before him, and an embarrassed flush crept over her body.

Daisuke gave her a quick once over. Considering her childish figure, he was not surprised at the small tuff of pubic hair she sported with strands that weren't long enough to curl up. She was definitely the least developed girl he had ever been with. Not that it mattered to him but the fun she wanted to share with him, and he certainly had a great idea.

Musume blinked as Motomiya once again sat on top of her, but this time on her chest and facing away from her. If he was expecting her to lick his ass, he had another thing coming. Her eyes then widened as she felt his fingers once again at her sides. "Motomiya, NO!"

"Yes!" Daisuke grinned, tickling the girl mercilessly.

"Stop it! I'm going to pee! Stop!" Musume protested while laughing from his assault. Her red face stopped being from short of breathe, but embarrassment and the tickling became much less effective as her body's tension relieved itself onto the floor.

Daisuke leaned forward and gazed in slight wonder at the almost clear stream of water spewing forth from just above her pussy. He spread her flesh to get a better look and touched inside her to feel the piss leave her body.

Musume covered her face. "That's so disgusting."

"Nothing sick about your body cleaning itself," Daisuke retorted.

Musume wanted to gag as he licked her piss off his fingers. She then boggled as he climbed off her and knelt between her legs and on top of her piss puddle. She tried to draw her dirty legs closed, but he would have none of that.

"Time to clean you!" Daisuke announce before placing his mouth to her sex.

"Motomiya...," Musume breathed harshly, but was quickly finding herself out of breath again. She could not believe what she was feeling. Sweat beaded over her body as his tongue explored her. Swishing around her entrance and then between the folds and into her, he tasted her in a way she found arousing yet very dirty and unclean. She wanted to ask him to stop, but she couldn't find her voice as only squeals of pleasure escaped her mouth.

The entire date was but a build up to this event. Because of Musume's inexperience and lack of development, she needed to especially be prepared for when her virginity was taken. She needed to be both aroused and relaxed. She couldn't be nervous or self-conscious either. While making her take a piss had worked to ease the anxiety in her body, it unfortunately made her a bit too embarrassed. Eating her out hadn't exactly soothed her, but it was making her too aroused to care.

Musume pouted only dimly aware at the sudden loss of sensation from between her legs. Her glazed eyes looked pleadingly at the boy now standing over her. Her desire was answered with something larger than his tongue penetrating into her. A high-pitched squeal of approval ripped from her mouth as he slid in and out of her. She writhed and panted for breath as her sweat coated body was willingly plundered. Lost in the wondrous sensations, she screamed and her body convulsed. Her hips rocked bucked against his, her pussy convulsed hard along his length.

Daisuke held his hands over his ears as the girl continued to shriek in the throes of orgasm. If the girl had a digimon partner, she'd be a Harpymon. After a few moments, Musume finally calmed down and he continued with what he had started.

Musume was amazed at strange clarity and detachment she had. The intensity was beyond what she had expected. She had hardly been aware that Daisuke had taken her virginity. There certainly hadn't been any pain to it that she could recall. Even now he was moving inside her body. Probing deep into her and once again winding up a wonderful and intoxicating tension throughout her being. Before she could lose herself, she felt him stiffen and jerk. The low moan escaping his mouth confirmed to her the new warmth she was feeling within herself. She had gotten him to orgasm as well.

"Everything you were expecting?" Daisuke questioned.

Musume smiled tenderly. "You surpassed that before we even got here. I will never forget this."

Daisuke leaned down and kissed her briefly. "Oh, I'll make sure of that! We've still got over two hours left."

Musume squeaked as Daisuke launched himself at her. He prodded her into action. His tongue wrestled with hers as their hands roamed over each other. Then he was the one laying on the bed and she was on top. She began to bounce on his lap, making him slide inside her.

Daisuke kneaded her ass, guiding her into a rhythm that both of them would enjoy. Once again she was squealing higher and higher. If the love motel walls weren't sound proof, people would wonder if he was screwing a pig or something. Definitely not one of his better lays when combined with childish looks and submissive tendencies. Even now her hands only press against his chest to keep herself sitting up.

Musume's arms strained as she rode the boy beneath her. Already tired from her first time, her body protested. Yet the need and want of pleasure was all consuming. As the haze of tortuous bliss increased by the second, her body cried out more. She began to lose all conscious thought and then her eyes rolled up into her head as her body continued on autopilot. Her screams of ecstasy echoed in the room before she slumped forward, passing out from her exertion.

Daisuke sighed as he rolled her off him. He tenderly stroked her peaceful face and then inserted himself back into her. He wasn't about to be left hanging, especially as V-mon was screwing Sorcerymon at the moment. Considering he hadn't been far from his own release, her hot, slick hole quickly caused him to cum. He then smiled at the sleeping girl, letting himself catch his breath. She really did have a simple body with her own beauty. He stroked her side and traced his fingers over her chest, flicking her right tit with his thumbnail. Then he began to rock his hips against her once again, taking advantage of the available girl.

Even asleep, Musume began to emit noises as pleasure built up inside her. Daisuke paid her little mind, driving himself hard against her exposed inner flesh. Harder and faster his hips swung, unminding of her. With her asleep, even he considered this more as being masturbation than sex. But her soft and innocent looking body begged to be plundered and he did. With another shuddering grunt, he came into her wanting sex for a third time. As he coaxed his orgasm along, the tension in her body snapped as well.

Musume choked and coughed, suddenly awake and tingling with all sorts of sensations from toes to hair. She wondered how she got under Daisuke, but threw away her question as meaningless. "I don't think I can go again," she gasped out.

"I can think of something to do that isn't as intense. For you, at least." Daisuke grinned lecherously, fingering her ass to clue her in on what he meant.

"Absolutely not!" Musume protested. "I don't know how Yukimi can even consider doing something so filthy! Sex is one thing, but that's just gross."

Daisuke sighed. He wasn't going to press his luck anymore. Sure he could go for more, but it seemed that V-mon was also done. "Fine. Why don't you shower up and go home? I'll follow afterwards."

Musume nodded. "Good idea. Wouldn't want to go home on the same train." She then leaned over and gave the boy a quick kiss. "I had a wonderful time, Daisuke. I can't thank you enough for it."

Daisuke placed his finger on her mouth. "I had a great time too. But you better get back in the habit of calling me 'Motomiya' or people will get suspicious."

Musume giggled. "I'll try. But you've become someone very special to me." She slipped off the bed and gathered her clothes before entering the attached bathing room. She quickly stuck her head back out. "One last thing, Dai... _Motomiya,_ clean up my piss!" With no further warning she pitched a towel at him.

Daisuke shook his head, knowing the love motel had cleaners that would take care of it. However, it was best not to argue with a girl over a simple job. It was less hassle in the long run.

Musume let the shower stream water down her body, enjoying the cool spray wash over her. She smiled remembering his touch, his wanting eyes, and his manliness inside her. She didn't feel entirely clean, being sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids, not all of them her own. But she was quickly being invigorated as soap washed away the stains of today's adventure. When she left the shower, she left clean and at peace with herself. This had truly been a day she would always cherish.

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A shorthaired girl tilted her head as she looked at a strangely shaped furry animal. "Reiko, what is that?"

"Isn't it obvious, Subaru? It's a stuffed bear," Reiko replied with a smirk. "Higashi got the idea for it from Card Captor Sakura. Seems he's a closet Clamp fan."

"Doesn't look like a bear to me. A two-humped camel, maybe, but not a bear," Subaru returned. "Besides, I thought you broke up with him."

Reiko absentminded petted the plushy. "I did, because he was taking me for granted just because I had slept with him. He wasn't even good at it. Then I did Daisuke to make him jealous. And it certainly worked. He went all out on me last weekend. And considering the school was 'kind enough' to tell my parents I'm not a virgin, they didn't object to me spending the night with him."

Subaru leaned in. "How was he this time?"

"Better, but he's still no Motomiya. At least he was trying this time." Reiko laughed. "But I'm teaching him a few of Daisuke's tricks, so he'll get better. At least Higashi not only agrees to wear condoms, but insists on it."

Subaru frowned. "How long was it again before we can check?"

Reiko's expression flattened. "About six weeks. And yes I'm aware it's still too soon for me to check."

Subaru fidgeted. "I wasn't talking about you...."

Reiko glared. "You didn't!"

"I did," Subaru replied sheepishly. "You kept talking about how great it was, so I thought...."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Reiko demanded.

Subaru giggled a little. "I kind of don't remember much. I passed out. But I had a great time up until then. He's really something else."

Reiko sighed. "He certainly is. Too bad he's too wild to be roped down. He'd make a girl real happy."

Subaru nodded. "But for now it's best to get the pony ride while you can."

"It certainly is a PONY ride, but still a wild one," Reiko joked, causing both girls to laugh.

Ninami had been doing finishing touches on a few projects for the class and overheard everything. She shook her head at the pair. There was something she had noticed of the girls who had been with Daisuke, that somehow their lives had improved even if there was no way he could've have done anything directly to help the girl. For Reiko it was getting her boyfriend back, Subaru had been displaying more confidence lately, and Mimoji had overcome her nervousness and started singing openly and beautifully. Then there was herself and she had an appointment to keep.

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Daisuke arrived in the gym after football practice ended, and he was certainly pleased with what he saw, the school's gymnastics club. Tight, form fitting leotards that looked more like body paint on some of the girls. But it didn't take a genius to realize why he had been asked to be here. Shakily and inexperienced on the center mat was the one who invited him. She wasn't the best of the girls participating, but not the worst either. Knowing that the team had started up weeks earlier, that said something about her potential considering this would be her first day.

Too soon for Motomiya the practice session ended, but he remained in the gym waiting for the girl to return.

"Thought I'd show you my gymnastics while in a leotard this time."

Daisuke smirked. "I still prefer it without any clothing and as a two person sport, but you were looking good out there, Ninami."

"If I practice hard enough, I might be able to compete this year, but next year for certain," Ninami replied. "I still can't figure out how my parents learned I was interested in this, but they've arranged sitters for my little brothers so I can practice."

Daisuke smiled. "That's great."

Ninami nodded. "Yes, it is. And I somehow think getting fucked by you had something to do with it. I can't explain why I feel that, I just do."

Daisuke shrugged. "Stranger things have happened."

"I guess. I just wanted to thank you.... To thank you with the one thing you can be first at for me." Ninami walked up to Motomiya, leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the lips. She felt herself heat up as their intimate contact continued, especially as his hand began to massage her rear.

Daisuke frowned slightly as she broke away. "You never kissed a guy before?"

Ninami shook her head. "Not on the lips at least... just other places. I had sex to feel good, to be dirty. Kissing someone was something I wanted to save for someone I actually liked. While I thought it would be to my boyfriend, it felt right for me to give it to you. No matter who I had sex with, it never truly felt right."

"I see," Daisuke said, not quite understanding the girl.

"Now I have what I want, Daisuke. I can finally be a gymnast. Something I would've given anything short of my family for, and I got it thanks to you." Ninami grinned devilishly. "I would've given you another sex romp, but I don't need that kind of release anymore." She waved her hand toward the gymnastic equipment. "What I've been yearning for is there."

Daisuke let out a sigh as he shrugged. One more girl who didn't want seconds. He had to wonder if he was so good, why he didn't get more repeat girls. But then new girls always seemed to line up at his door anyway. "I'll be sure to root for you when you compete."

Ninami nodded. "I'd like that."

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It would be impossible to describe Daisuke. He is everything girls have boasted him to be and more. There is something about him that makes you want to submit yourself to him. To let him ravish your body with his wanton desires.

Yet, despite how good he is at sex, how attractive he makes a girl feel, being with Daisuke is more of a once in a lifetime event. That it is an intoxicating experience best done once in order to prevent becoming addicted to it. To keep from ruining ourselves of ever willing to settle for a lesser man.

The time spent with Daisuke and all he's done for me will stay with me forever. I now have my piece of mind. I have found my release. I can go on with my life with a clearer mind.

My future is open to me, and I somehow have Daisuke to thank for it all.

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Author's Notes:

Originally, 'Casanova' was meant to be one solid part. However, at twenty-two pages per MS Word, I decided it would be best to split the chapter into two parts. For those of you waiting to see a Daisuke/Miyako fucking festival, that comes next chapter. And fetishes will run rampant for that scene.

One of the things foreign countries have found weird about Japan is that they have women only subway cars. But the need for them is very real and not due to segregation. The crowded conditions of the subways have lead to situations where men can molest a woman and it is impossible to be proven without the man confessing. Surveys have found that more than fifty percent of women have been touched sexually on the subway trains, and that the usual victims are teenage girls.

Coming soon:
Chapter 21 - Casanova Part 2: Uncertain Mother
Sorcerymon is with egg, and Daisuke believes he might've gotten a girl pregnant. The problem is: Who? While he wonders who the mother might be, the pregnant girl thinks about the situation she has found herself in.



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Story Content:
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Odaiba, Japan; Edmonton, Canada
Each carrying dozens of chapters and establishing ties and references in other series: a replacement author would have to pick up where the original author left off. Some editing may be done to smooth transition and changes, but the integrity of the original author's work must remain.

Large amount of information:
Mt. Morris, Michigan USA; San Isidro, Argentina
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Belem, Brazil; London, England
While Belem may not have the chapter count, it would be near impossible to edit out the existence of Pedro and Carlos from other Diaries Universe stories. A replacement author should continue where the original author left off, but the possibility to rework the team and characters is possible as long as the new story remains consistent with existing team references found in other Diaries stories.

Minor Diaries Continuity Existence:
With a few minor appearances in other Diaries stories that can be easily edited. A replacement author can restart the team from scratch. Though it may help to try to use any information from those appearances to build characters around that to help keep them established. This applies to detailed teams with no authors as well.

Self Contained Small Establishment:
With only a couple chapters and next-to-no crossover appearances a replacement author may restart the team location from square one. Whether or not to use any of the previous author's works would be up to the new author. (Unless mutual agreement between Lord Archive and the original author is made to remove team entirely.)