The 'Red' Digivice Diaries
Entry 20 / War Diaries Entry 20B - 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. All rights reserved.
This series includes sexual situations 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 some sex fetishes referenced in this fict, but nothing excessively gross or disturbing.
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.
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 touching them, being with 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 tented pants. However, half the girls in this classroom personally knew what he looked like naked, 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.
V-mon had to have been in rare form that morning. Daisuke 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 screwed, 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 chop sticks 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.
Daisuke quickly set himself to his task. He longed for the real excitement, and regretted having to make due with the pale imitation.
Daisuke leaned back as he enjoyed himself, 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 herself. 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.
There was no question the girl was willing. Her attempts to stifle her moans failed. But she was quickly beyond caring, only giving passing thought to what her parents would think of her having wanton sex with a guy she didn't even like, just to feel the promise of pleasure. To find relief from the pressure in her life that dirty men with money had failed to do for her. And with Daisuke she finally got it, even if it lasted for just a moment.
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 had a good guess who that may have been, but then smirked at what he saw on the floor. A 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.
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 lay 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.
"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.
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.
Sex with 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.
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.
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 morale 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.
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?"
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. 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.
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."
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! 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 mess 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.
"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.
Before long their clothes fell away. Daisuke took his time knowing that her youth and inexperience would be an issue. She was the least developed girl he had been with, yet he still made sure this was something she'd never forget.
Musume was amazed at the 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. She gazed at him with tired eyes, savoring what she had been longing for ever since Hikari's birthday party.
"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.
Musume blinked awake and tingling with all sorts of sensations from toes to hair. She wondered what just happened, but threw away her question as meaningless.
"You okay? You kind of passed out there," Daisuke questioned with worry.
"Yeah, but 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, rubbing her butt 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 the mess!" 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 everything else he did to her. She didn't feel entirely clean. 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.
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.
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 having sex with 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."
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.
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.
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.
Next in timeline:
War Diaries Entry 21 - Injustice for All
War Diaries Entry 22 - Nightmares
Diaries Movie - The Greatest Meeting (Posted seperately from War Diaries and The 'Red' Digivice Diaries.)
War Diaries 23 - What Dreams May Come
* The 'Red' Digivice Diaries Entry 21 / War Diaries 23B - Casanova Part 2: Uncertain Mother
Cassanova is one full story with a six plus week gap between the end of RDD Entry 20 and start of RDD Entry 21.