Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Red Digivice Diaries ❯ Discoveries ( Chapter 7 )

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Red Digivice Diaries

Entry 7 - Discoveries

By Lord Archive

Rated NC-17 for graphic sex. If you're under eighteen, do not read this.

Warning! This part contains sexual situations that may upset some readers. Do not read this if you have a narrow-minded view on how sexual relations should occur. I hold nothing but characterization sacred. As long as I can portray characters close to what they are in series, I don't care what they do or what happens to them.

Digimon belongs to Toei Animation Co., Fox Kids, Saban Entertainment, Bandai, and so on... and is used without consent. I'm only borrowing them I'll return them as soon as they release uncut episodes with original Japanese language and subtitles.
Daisuke: What?! They'll never do that!
Archive: It's not my fault they won't cater to their market.

Romantic-ish relationships involved: Kouyako... sort of and some minor references to other couples.

Japanese names to English: Koushiro = Izzy, Miyako = Yolie, and Daisuke = Davis

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"I thought you didn't approve of hacking," Koushiro commented.

Miyako leaned over him to see what was on the screen. "It's not that I approve or disapprove of it. It's just I never had anyone teach me how. All I've ever been able to do is play around with the hardware of a computer."

"Well, besides a few tricks, I'm self taught." Koushiro tried to steady his hands, since while he had gotten used to people reading over his shoulder-- he never had to deal with a girl's breasts being pressed against his back as well.

Miyako blinked. "You've hacked military sites and you're self taught?"

Koushiro nodded. "It just takes practice and working knowledge of the operating systems involved."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Koushiro shivered uncontrollably as Miyako ran a hand along his side. He looked at her, his face mere centimeters from hers.

Miyako saw confusion and longing in Koushiro's eyes. She tilted her head forward and started to kiss him.

Koushiro stiffened in shock and then slowly melted into the sensations her lips were giving him. He began to kiss her back.

Miyako broke the kiss and looked shyly at him. "You want to...." She glanced at his bed.

Koushiro tried to say something. No girl had ever offered him THAT. He was kind of interested in Miyako. He certainly wouldn't mind having sex with someone. However, first times were supposed to be special.

Miyako shifted, causing her breasts to rub against him.

Koushiro nodded like an idiot.

Miyako smiled and pulled him out of the chair. She guided him to his bed and laid down.

Koushiro looked down at Miyako, unsure of what to do. He leaned down and began to kiss her.

While Miyako was enjoying the kiss, she wanted more. Hoping to give Koushiro a hint, she pulled his shirt up.

Koushiro broke off the kiss to remove his shirt. He shuddered slightly as she ran her hands across his bare skin. His hands shook as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and took it off with some help from her.

Miyako removed her bra and tossed it on the floor. Noticing that Koushiro wasn't moving but staring at her bare chest, she decided to prod him along by grabbing his hands and placing them on her chest.

Koushiro gulped as he began to massage and knead her breasts. Touching and examining her nipples, he was amazed at how stiff and responsive they were. He leaned down and began to suckle on her right breast.

Miyako moaned from the feelings Koushiro was giving her. However, she had to wonder if he was trying to give her a hickey on her breast. He continued to lick and twirled his tongue over her breast.

Koushiro frowned internally noticing that her nipples were no longer erect. He wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. He switched to her left breast, hoping that would help.

Miyako hummed slightly to herself as she thought of how to help him, she unbuttoned her pants.

Koushiro noticed and began to sweat. He placed his hand nervously at her pant zipper and pulled it down. He expected her to slap his hand away, not lifting her hips to make it easier to remove her pants. He swallowed heavily and pulled them off her.

Miyako grinned as Koushiro's eyes locked on her lavender panties. Not wanting to lose momentum, she unbuttoned and pulled his pants down. She failed to stifle a giggle upon seeing his boxers with pineapples emblazoned on them.

Koushiro laughed in embarrassment. Initially he tried to cover himself, but then asserted some control and kicked his pants off.

Miyako grabbed him and pulled him down on top of herself. She kissed him hungrily while rocking her hips against his.

Koushiro groaned as his cock swelled to a size larger than it had ever been before. He could not believe what he was feeling. In some ways he wanted it to end, but in others he did not. He stopped kissing her and pulled off his boxers, chucking them across the room.

Miyako quickly slipped off her panties, spreading her legs eagerly for him to finish this.

Koushiro blinked. "You dye your hair?"

Miyako looked at him with a confused expression. "What? You thought lavender hair was natural?"

"I've seen weirder things." Though black pubic hair on a purple haired girl did look odd.

"Shut up and let's finish this."

"Yes, ma'am." Koushiro wasn't about to argue with that. He placed the tip of his penis to engorged lower lips and slowly pushed in. He shuddered, feeling her warm flesh grip him.

Miyako groaned happily, feeling all eighteen centimeters of his love wand pressed deeply within her. She grounded her hips against his encouraging him to continue.

Koushiro didn't need much encouragement at this point. He pulled back and pushed in again. The sensations were brain numbing, but for once he didn't care to think.

"Faster..." Miyako gasped. "Deeper...." She writhed under him as he attempted to do as she requested. His hips pounding against hers in an instinctual rhythm.

Koushiro's cock constricted as he fought the urge to orgasm. His thrusting became erratic. He pulled out of her entirely and failed to go back in. He quickly grabbed his manhood and rammed it back in, barely losing momentum.

"Oh... yessss...." Miyako groaned as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her cum coating his member with her womanly fluids.

The spasming cunt was too much for Koushiro, with a final grunt he emptied his life seed into her.

Miyako panted. "That was great."

Koushiro was trying to catch his own breath. "Yeah... sure was." He enjoyed how she was playing with his hair while they stared into each other's eyes. However, there was something nagging on his mind. "This wasn't your first time, was it?"

Miyako frowned and turned her head away. "No... it's not."

"Um, can I ask...?" Koushiro trailed off.

"It was Daisuke." Miyako sighed. "He was in bad shape after seeing Hikari and Takeru... together."

"I know." Koushiro nodded. "I thought he worked it out of his system by having Imperial Dramon pound on that Skull Greymon. Did you have to have sex with him?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. He was going on about how no girl would have sex with him, or even kiss him. I thought he was considering suicide, so I proved there was at least one girl who'd have sex with him."

Koushiro sat up and shook his head. "I don't think that was the best thing you could've done."

"I know, but at least he's not suicidal anymore."

Koushiro looked away from her. "Miyako... are you going to have sex with him again?"

"Well, not if we're going to have a relationship," Miyako hesitantly ventured.

Koushiro smiled and nodded.

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I had no clue what it was like to have a girlfriend. I was terminally shy. Asking a girl for a date filled me with more dread than facing an impossibly powerful digimon. I still can't believe that a relationship would just drop into my lap, literally.

Truthfully, I'm not sure if I can trust Miyako to be faithful. I'm not the first guy she's been with, and that guy was only a few days before she had sex with me. However, I don't think I can really afford not to try. She's the last girl that I'm really interested in that wasn't involved in a relationship. If I don't go for her, she could end up with Daisuke or Ken.

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"Koushiro, can we talk?" Mrs. Izumi asked.

Koushiro turned away from his computer. "Yes, Mom?"

Mrs. Izumi looked like she was about to sit on the bed, but then changed her mind. "I think we should talk about your relationship with Miyako."

Koushiro nervously sweated. "Um, what about it?"

"Don't you think you're going too fast with her?" Mrs. Izumi asked with concern in her voice. "You weren't even dating her, then you start... having sex with her everyday for the past week."

Koushiro blushed and turned away. "Mom! How could you spy on me like that?!"

Mrs. Izumi folded her arms. "If you want privacy, you go to a love motel like your father and I do."

"Most of the time."

Mrs. Izumi blushed, but her face hardened. "This isn't about my sex life, son. It's about yours."

Koushiro glared. "I don't see how it's any of your business."

"While you're sleeping in my home, you better believe it is my business!" Mrs. Izumi shouted. "You're in no position to be having sex with a girl. There is no way you could possibly pay for the care of a baby if you get her pregnant."

"We've been careful." Koushiro didn't think his mother needed to know the first time was unprotected.

"Protection is not a hundred percent effective."

"It's been good enough for my friends."

Mrs. Izumi laughed angrily. "And if jumping off a cliff was good enough for them, would you?"

"Of course I would." Koushiro gave her an evil looking smirk. "I've lost count on the number of times I've done just that."

Mrs. Izumi glared and wished she had a normal son for once. "Until you act like a mature young adult, you are not my son!" She slammed the door as she left.

Koushiro blinked several times, her proclamation slowly sinking in. "Real stupid, Koushiro. Real stupid." He sighed. "I could've dealt with that a lot better."

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Koushiro watched his computer download a program while eating a take-out meal of ramen, since his mother was ignoring him to the point of not making him dinner. He turned around when someone knocked on the door. "Yes?"

Mr. Izumi walked in. "Can we talk, son?"

"This is about my argument with Mom, isn't it?" Koushiro asked sadly.

"Well, yes." Mr. Izumi sighed. "From what I heard, neither of you handled it very well."

"Sorry, I was just...." Koushiro trailed off trying to think of what to say.

Mr. Izumi sat down on the bed. "I understand. You were embarrassed that your mother would be talking to you about that."

"Er, well, I guess." Koushiro fidgeted. "Maybe a little worried too."

"That she would try to force you to end your relationship?"

Koushiro nodded. "Yes."

Mr. Izumi laughed. "If that was the case, we'd have done something as soon as we knew that you were having sex with her."

"Why didn't you?"

Mr. Izumi sighed again. "Well, Miyako is a nice enough girl. We wouldn't mind it if you do end up marrying her. You do plan to marry her?"

Koushiro laughed nervously. "Um, ah, of course...."

"You could've been more firm with your answer."

"Why wouldn't I want to marry her?" Koushiro scratched the back of his head, still forcing his laughter.

"Because your relationship is only built on sex," Mr. Izumi answered flatly.

"Huh?" Koushiro blinked in confusion. "Dad, she's a great friend. We do a lot of things together."

Mr. Izumi shook his head. "Not since last week. All you've done is have sex with her. Don't you want more of a relationship than that?"

"Of course I do, and it is more than sex." Koushiro glared.

Mr. Izumi got up and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "I don't want to argue with you, just give you a little advice. Be careful, son. You've never had a relationship like this before. Just, please, take some time and actually make more of a relationship with her. Find out if you really want to be with her for the rest of your life. But, don't continue this if it is only about the sex and nothing else."

Koushiro turned around. "Dad, there is more to it than sex. Don't you trust me anymore?"

Mr. Izumi nodded. "I trust you in a lot of things, son, but I still want you to be careful about this. If you make a mistake, you could ruin not just your life, but hers as well."

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A fancy restaurant and a table for two. Nothing could be more romantic, at least that's what Koushiro hoped. Since they arrived, they hadn't really talked much-- just eat and play footsie while gazing into each other's eyes.

"You really didn't have to do this, Koushiro." Miyako pushed her plate aside.

Koushiro laughed nervously. "Well, I thought I did. With the way our relationship is now, taking you out to a place like this was the least I could do."

Miyako smiled at him. "But isn't this a little expensive?"

Koushiro scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry about it."

"If you say so."

Koushiro shifted since Miyako was still playing footsie with him. "So anything new?"

"Well, Daisuke has stopped pining after Hikari finally. He was a little upset that I'm going out with you now, though." Miyako looked a bit perturbed. "And he's been flirting with almost any girl he sees."

Koushiro frowned. "Anything else?"

"Well, let's see. Ken's been moping around, but that's hardly new. Iori asked all sorts of questions about sex. He still can't seem to understand having sex for pleasure."

"Well, sex is also to progress the species."

Miyako nodded. "I know, but that's all Iori seems to understand, but he'll learn soon enough."

Koushiro raised an eyebrow. "You're not planning to 'teach' him, are you?"

"Ew." Miyako shuddered. "Kou, he's ten. It's not even legal. Ew."

"Sorry." Koushiro sighed.

"Don't worry about it." Miyako waved it off. "Any thing new with you?"

Koushiro reluctantly nodded. "My parents know about us."

"They do?" Miyako gulped. "What did they have to say?"

Koushiro smirked. "Mom thinks I'm being too immature with this. Dad doesn't mind, but wants me to be careful."

Miyako sighed with relief. "Had me worried there for a second."

"Sorry." Koushiro glanced at the clock. "If we're going to see the movie, we should leave now."

"There are other things we could do," Miyako suggested seductively.

Koushiro pulled at his collar. He could tell what she was referring to, but he was trying to have a real date. "Maybe later."

Miyako blinked. "Maybe?"

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Koushiro raised an eyebrow. Whoever made this Sakura Diaries movie was certainly perverted. Though his own perverted thoughts were certainly being enhanced as Miyako rubbed his upper leg.

"Koushiro... let's go someplace else," Miyako breathed into his ear.

There was no arguing with her at this point. He nodded and followed her out of the theater. Being in the entertainment section of town, a love motel was only a short walk away.

Once inside the room they rented, Miyako shut and locked the door. Eager to begin, she kneeled in front of Koushiro and pulled his pants down to his knees. Smiling at his already rock hard erection, she took him into her mouth.

Koushiro groaned as tongue played with his lower head. He even enjoyed the sound of her slurping as she sucked on him. Her fingers rubbing his balls gently and with growing practice. He couldn't stop his hips from bucking if he wanted to.

Miyako could tell Koushiro was about to orgasm, and when he finally gave his apologetic grunt-- she was ready to swallow his cum. It was rather salty and hardly the best thing she ever tasted, but she still enjoyed it.

Koushiro stumbled to the bed and watched as Miyako began to slowly strip in front of him. He could tell she didn't have much skill at doing this in an erotic fashion, but that hardly mattered. It was a private show, which made it all the better.

After Miyako finished, she grinned upon noticing Koushiro's growing manhood. He was almost ready. "I think you're overdressed."

Koushiro helped Miyako remove his shirt and began kissing her in earnest. He fell backwards as she forced him to lose his pants and boxers.

Miyako had been wanting to do this for hours now. She reached over and grabbed a complimentary condom from the night-stand. She quickly tore open the package. She stroked his sticky member and then rolled the protective plastic over him. She nodded to herself and then mounted her lover.

Koushiro gripped the bed sheets and groaned as his cock entered her sweet pussy. Warm flesh encasing his condom covered prick, once again raising feelings he could never find words to properly explain.

Miyako began to bounce on his rubber coated love wand. Loving the sensations of being filled so completely. She preferred the feeling of hot flesh to hot flesh, but she's wasn't about to become 'Mommy' Miyako any time soon.

Koushiro clenched his teeth, vainly trying to hold on, hoping not to cum too soon, but he failed. He grunted as he filled the condom with his love juices.

Miyako continued to test the bed springs as she rode Koushiro like a horse. As he began to shrink in her, she finally found release to her sweet agony and orgasmed. After she regained control of herself, she smiled down at him.

Koushiro smiled sadly back at her.

Miyako pulled away from him, but noticed the condom failed to stay on Koushiro's spent penis. "Awe geez, I hope this doesn't leak." She carefully pulled the used condom from her vagina.

"I hope so too." Koushiro moved to the far side of the bed.

"Is something wrong Koushiro?" Miyako asked.

Koushiro sighed. "I think we just proved my father's point."

Miyako blinked. "What was that?"

Koushiro looked at her. "Do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that?" Miyako demanded.

"One I have to know." Koushiro bowed his head. "Do you love me, or do you have sex with because I'm good at it or that I'll put out."

"Kou-chan, you're very special to me." Miyako touched his cheek. "If I just wanted good sex, I'd be with Daisuke, not you."

Koushiro pulled away. "But do you love me?"

"I... I... I'd like to think so." Miyako sighed. "But, I don't know... what love really is. I like everyone, some more than others, but truthfully I'm not really sure what love feels like. Kind of funny that I'd get the digimental of love."

Koushiro let out a short laugh. "Just like Sora. She didn't understand love much either when she got her crest. She thought her mother hated her when all her mother was doing was being overprotective because she loved Sora. It doesn't change that you can still feel love."

Miyako nodded. "Yes. Sometimes I think I'm in love, but other times I'm just really confused."

Koushiro looked into her eyes. "If you're not sure you love me, then why do you have sex with me?"

Miyako looked away. "Well... because I think we could spend the rest of our lives together. Grow old and have kids, all that nice stuff. I doubt I can do that with Daisuke, and Ken turned me down."

Koushiro blinked. "You tried to be with Ken before me?"

"Oops, did I say that...." Miyako blushed and covered her mouth. She then bowed her head. "Um, yeah. I went to Ken first, but he already knew I had slept with Daisuke and turned me down."

"Miyako...." Koushiro trailed off.

Miyako turned away. "You're dumping me, aren't you."

"Sort of." Koushiro sighed. "I don't want our relationship to be just about sex. If we're going to be together, it's because we both know we love each other." He placed his hand on her shoulder as he heard her sob. "I still want you as my girlfriend, but I think we should stop being lovers for now."

Miyako wiped away her tears. "I can live with that."

Koushiro smiled and kissed her, but stop when her hands began to roam. "Miyako...."

"We can't even play around a little?" Miyako frowned.

Koushiro shook his head. "Can't you just be my girlfriend? Do you have to do things sexually?"

Miyako got off the bed and stood up. "I'm sorry. I... I don't know if I can do that. I.... Maybe we should just break everything off."

Koushiro brought his knees to his chest. "If... if that's what you want. Perhaps we should think about this first."

Miyako nodded. "Yes, that would be good."

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"Koushiro!" Miyako called out as he walked onto the school field.

Koushiro waved. "Hi. What's up?"

"We need to talk." Miyako grabbed him by the hand and ran off with him, leaving Taichi and Sora wondering what that was about.

Koushiro gave her an appraising look as she dragged him into the sport's equipment shed. "You're not planning on seducing me, are you?"

Miyako flinched and turned away. "Remember what we talked about at the end of our date?"

Koushiro gave her a puzzled look. "How can I forget?"

"I'm sorry... but it is over." Miyako sighed. "I've... gone back to Daisuke... sort of."

Koushiro blinked. "You're sleeping with him?"

Miyako nodded and glanced shyly at him. "Yes, but we're not exactly going out either."

Koushiro placed his hand on her shoulder. "Miyako, please be careful. I'd hate to see you hurt."

Miyako forced a smile. "Don't worry about me, and I'm sorry if I've hurt you. We can still be friends, right?"

"Of course."

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I still can't quite come to terms with every that happened between Miyako and myself. She's a special girl and part of me would still welcome her to my bed. I'm just not sure if that's my heart talking or my dick.

We never did say that we loved each other. That should've been my first clue that our relationship didn't have much meaning. I know now we weren't really in love. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt when we broke up, but I'd imagine the pain should've been a lot worse. It certainly wasn't the pain Daisuke or even Ken displayed after learning that Hikari had chosen to be with Takeru.

I can tell Miyako was hurt because of this. I'm worried about her. She's been acting like a nymphomaniac and if she's not careful, she'll end up in a lot of trouble. Her having sex with Daisuke and not dating him especially troubles me. After finding out about everything, Sora certainly seemed ready to offer some 'advice' to Miyako. I hope she helps and doesn't make it worse.

About the only good thing I can say at the moment is that my parents are proud of me since I got myself out of that relationship before anything bad happened. At least I hope nothing bad happened, like an 'accident.'

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Koushiro looked up from the computer he was working on in the lab as he heard a girl cry out in frustration. He glanced at the program that refused to work, and then at the girl with long black hair and nicely developed chest. He decided the program could wait a little bit. He walked over to her. "Having problems, um, Ayashi?" He wasn't entirely sure he remembered her name correctly.

Ayashi glanced up. "Yes. I've been trying to upload an image to my web page but it keeps freezing."

"At least it hasn't crashed." He glanced at the screen. "You might want to close some of those windows. That's probably causing the system to bog down."

"But I need some of them since I'm trying to fix the page too."

"I see." Koushiro unconsciously placed his hand on her shoulder. "Oh, that's your problem."

"What is?" Ayashi blinked.

"You're using the wrong kind of transfer." Koushiro canceled the transfer and typed in a command. "You need to set it to this, otherwise it thinks you're only sending simple text."

"That's it?" Ayashi stared at the screen.

"That's it." Koushiro nodded. "If there's anything else you need, just ask."

"Sure." Ayashi then joked, "Have a computer virus I can 'borrow.'"

Koushiro raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Why?"

Ayashi paused for a moment, as if debating on telling him. "My last boyfriend couldn't understand 'no' until I demonstrated why some girls wear high heels."

Koushiro blinked and then flinched. "That would strike with minimal surface area. Ouch."

Ayashi nodded. "But I still want to pay him back for how far he got."

"May I ask?"

Ayashi turned away and glared. "He ripped my shirt off and fondled me with all the skill of a clamp."

"I have a better idea." Koushiro sat down at the terminal next to her. "What's his name?"

"Tenkowa Takato," Ayashi said as if she cursed. "That's the last time I ever date someone because my friends thought we'd look cute together."

Koushiro chuckled. "Heard that one before." He typed away at the computer.

"What happened?" Ayashi questioned.

"Apparently that's how she found out he was gay."

Ayashi laughed. She then bent over to see what Koushiro was doing and gasped. "How'd you hack his web site?"

"It's real simple once you learn how." Koushiro smirked evilly. "Now what should we do with this?"

"Upload some porn?" Ayashi offered.

Koushiro thought about it. "He would get expelled for that since this is a school web site. Sounds good to me." He then turned to her. "Know of any pictures I can use?"

Ayashi shook her head. "Just search the web."

Koushiro shrugged. "I guess that'll have to do, using his log in ID, of course." He typed in a search and frowned. "I thought these were bad when I didn't ask for them. How many porn sites are there?"

Ayashi smiled. "Billions."

Koushiro paled as an image uploaded. "Oh, my. I didn't think you could do that with a goat."

Ayashi whistled. "Well, the girl giving that horse a blow job certainly has a big mouth."

"Sure does." Koushiro typed away. "We'll just copy these over, and remove any credit to the original site so they can be pissed at him too."

Ayashi nodded. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"I wouldn't want to be on yours either." Koushiro smirked.

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Author's Notes:

This is not the last time you'll see Ayashi in this series.