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In the Hazakura Academy dorm’s communal bathroom, Kiyoshiro undressed and entered an open shower stall, realizing as he reached for the shower knob that he’d forgotten to remove his Digivice. So he turned around, hand already working at the Digivice’s wrist strap when he suddenly froze in shock.

The students of the boys’ dorm were fairly accustomed to their dorm leader’s eccentricities, but shrieking and bolting out of the bathroom was a new one.

Open track jacket flapping and bare feet slapping the floor, Kiyoshiro held the jellyfish under his arm as he rushed down the hall. “What’s the matter, Darling? Did I startle you?” Jellymon asked, followed by her usual snickering. Kiyoshiro turned a corner to empty hallway and dropped to a kneel, holding Jellymon out in front of him.

“You can’t go into the bathroom! This is a boys’ dormitory!”

“So what? Nobody but you can see me when I’m like this anyhow.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Oh, don’t be so embarrassed. It’s not like this is my first time seeing everything. I’ve explored the bathroom plenty of times before. You just never had your Digivice on, so you never noticed.”

Kiyoshiro turned his eyes away. “When you say you’ve seen ‘everything’…”

“Humans get caught up on the weirdest things. Is it that big of a deal if I see your penis? Really now.”

Kiyoshiro flushed and sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a response. She had a point though, she wasn’t human. Gammamon, who was much more like a child, aside, would Tsukiyono be comfortable bathing or dressing with Angoramon around? They’re monsters, he reminded himself, so they really shouldn’t be held to the same standards as humans. Finally, he let go of Jellymon, stood, and said, “Please at least give me a warning if you plan on hanging around where I can’t see you. I already received more than enough of your hauntings before, remember?”

Jellymon shrugged her tentacles. “I suppose I’ll allow you that exclusive privilege.”

“Thank you very much,” Kiyoshiro replied. “Say, Jellymon-sama, you used to go out most nights, but you’ve been hanging around the dorm for days now. Don’t you have anywhere you want to go?”

Jellymon crossed her tentacles and looked away. “I’m just taking a break from all my studying. Even someone as intelligent as me needs a break every once in a while.” She shot a glare at him. “Or do you not like having me around? Is that it?”

Kiyoshiro held up his hands in defense. “Don’t be silly. Of course I love having you around!”

“You should say it’s a pleasure!”

“Yes! It’s a pleasure!”

And really, he did enjoy Jellymon’s company. Despite his efforts to live the normal Japanese school life, he often felt set apart from his fellow students, and meeting Jellymon had come with the comfort of companionship. But there still came times when he, like anyone, desired a little privacy. And privacy was in short supply these days. It was starting to get to him.

“You really like your manga, don’t you?”

Kiyoshiro shrieked, bolting upright in bed, the pages he’d been perusing slammed shut and crammed against his chest. “J-Jellymon-sama,” he stammered out, “back already? Didn’t you have something to do tonight?” He laughed nervously, and as Jellymon floated in through the window, he slipped the doujinshi under his comforter.

Jellymon landed on the foot of his bed, and after Kiyoshiro pressed the button on his Digivice to materialize her, she popped out of her bell. “It’s boring tonight. Nobody’s doing anything, so I came back.” She clasped her little fingers together and smiled wide. “Aren’t you happy? You get to enjoy my company all night long now!”

“Great,” Kiyoshiro absently replied, but when Jellymon whipped his ankle lightly with a tentacle, he corrected. “Yes, that’s wonderful! It’s just...”

She scowled, floating right up to his face to repeat, “Just?”

Kiyoshiro sucked a sharp breath, leaning back against the wall while Jellymon’s tentacle pressed accusingly against his chest. Hand under the blanket, his fingertips slid across the laminated cover of the doujinshi. It arrived new in the mail a few days ago, and he’d been eager for the opportunity to finally read it.

“Just, I kinda thought it was about time you had yourself another crazy, dangerous adventure. You know, one that would inadvertently get me tangled up in something horrifying afterwards? And we’d have to clean up your mess, then pretend it wasn’t your fault. It’s just been a while, is all. Don’t you prefer having fun out there over hanging out here, in my room, every single night?”

“Aww, Darling. Don’t you worry one bit about not living up to my adventurous lifestyle. If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be here!”

“Oh.”

Kiyoshiro failed to hide his disappointment, but Jellymon seemed satisfied, grinning and humming as she moved about the room. Kiyoshiro had been reading by the soft glow of the hexagon wall LEDs, so when she flipped the switch, the bright overhead light stung his eyes. It was like the final nail in the coffin of his ruined mood.

There was no way he could read now. Not with Jellymon in the room. Even her seeing the cover would be humiliating. So while her back was turned, Kiyoshiro slipped the ‘zine out from under the blanket and crammed it up the front of his pajama shirt. He just needed to make it to the shelves and hide this volume among the others, in the special drawer just for such content.

Hunched forward, he turned and touched his feet to the floor, carefully rising and tiptoeing toward the shelving unit. Jellymon was still facing away, looking toward the door like she was considering going out. Yes, Kiyoshiro thought. Even if that means you’ll be haunting the dorms, even if that means I fail as dorm leader for letting you, please let me have my night to myself!

But that won’t be happening, he admitted to himself, slotting the booklet in place and carefully, quietly, sliding the drawer shut. Jellymon turned around at that moment, and he jerked his hand away from the drawer and dropped it to his side.

“So,” she began, “what do you want to do with me tonight?”

“Honestly,” Kiyoshiro said, shoulders slumping, arms dangling weakly as he walked back to the bed, “I just wanna go to sleep.”

He crawled under the covers, back to the room and blanket pulled over his eyes. Jellymon frowned. This wasn’t what she hoped to return home to.

Kiyoshiro could hear Jellymon shuffling about the room, but he was determined to ignore it and will himself to sleep. Maybe he could wake up before her in the morning to read, among other things. It wasn’t ideal, but he was getting desperate.

“Oh no, this is bad. If you keep it up like this, I’ll go crazy,” he heard Jellymon say, though he had no idea what she was talking about. “It’s no use. My body has already memorized Senpai’s shape.”

Kiyoshiro sat up. “What are you talking abou--”

“Oh Senpai! I’m gonna come! If you don’t stop, I’ll come!”

He shrieked, lunging out of bed and, blanket wrapped around his waist, crashing to the floor. Jellymon floated down to him and held the erotic doujinshi open in front of his face. Black and white images of the kouhai character naked among splashes and sprays of bodily fluids filled Kiyoshiro’s vision.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted, snatching the manga out of Jellymon’s hold. He wanted to hide it away, but he had to untangle himself from the covers first. A task made difficult while clutching the incriminating paraphernalia.

Jellymon put her hands on her hips. “Is this what you were doing with your night? Getting all heated up over a doujin?” Kiyoshiro was decidedly not looking at her while fighting his leg free from the blanket. “And a kouhai-senpai relationship, no less. Is that what turns you on? Is that another otaku fantasy you’re attempting to live out by becoming the dorm leader?”

The untangled Kiyoshiro darted across the room and opened the closet door, nearly tossing the doujinshi in, but being unable to stand the thought of damaging a piece of media, sat it carefully atop a folded blanket instead. He shut the door and barricaded it with his body, but when he turned around, he found Jellymon floating by the shelves, special drawer pulled open, another ero-manga in one tentacle and the case for a pornographic visual novel in one hand. Kiyoshiro made a sound like a squeaking hiccup.

“Maids and butlers. High school girls in after-school clubs. You humans can make anything perverted, can’t you? Hey!”

Kiyoshiro managed to tear the manga and game from his partner’s grasp just before his nerves and embarrassment reached their apex and he collapsed to the floor. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked in a voice dripping with exhaustion. “You’re cruel.”

“I’ve been studying humans since I came to the human world, you know. And I think the amount I’ve learned is really deserving of the highest praise. I even know all about biological reproduction. But the more I learn, the more I realize…” Jellymon frowned, sitting on the floor with legs and arms crossed. She huffed. “It’s so frustrating!”

“Tell me about it,” Kiyoshiro said with a sigh. He knew all about feeling frustrated, but he had a feeling Jellymon didn’t quite understand that sort of frustration.

Regardless, Jellymon did tell him about it. “The more I learn, the more I realize I don’t understand.”

Seeing Jellymon so sincerely troubled was a novel sight. One that sobered Kiyoshiro and replaced his concern for himself with concern for her. He mirrored her posture without realizing it, sitting on the floor with arms and legs crossed.

“Well, what do you not understand? I can probably explain it to you. As a denizen of the human world and a college graduate, I do have the proper education after all.”

Jellymon looked up at him with a pouty scowl. “Do you even understand what I’m asking about?”

“Sure.” He cleared his throat, trying not to reveal how uncomfortable the subject matter actually made him. This is purely clinical, he reminded himself. Nothing to blush about. “You’re asking about sex. It’s a perfectly natural thing for biological creatures.”

“You’re blushing.”

Kiyoshiro sputtered, “J-Jellymon-sama!”

She snickered and petted his knee. “Now, now, Darling. No need to be embarrassed. Like you said, it’s perfectly natural, right?”

He groaned, but trying to recover his integrity he removed Jellymon’s hand from his knee, holding it loosely in his fingers while he cleared his throat again. “Yes. Perfectly natural. It’s how we reproduce.”

“You think I don’t know the most basic part?” She was purely scowling now, no pout. “Why do you read these sex-laden manga then? Why do you play games where you toil and spend for the mere possibility of seeing pictures of a girl taking her clothes off, just to start the grind all over again for the chance to see another girl take her clothes off instead? Why do you watch videos of other people having sex? Or not even having sex. Just playing with their dicks and pussies in ways that have nothing to do with having babies?”

Kiyoshiro didn’t know if his face had ever been hotter. And what was with ‘dicks and pussies’? He knew she was highly skilled and knowledgeable, but these vulgar colloquialisms were a shock. And the way she exposed every type of perverted entertainment he enjoyed… He let go of her hand and put his sweaty palms together.

“Might I ask how you’re so knowledgeable about my sexual preferences, Jellymon-sama?”

“I look at your Internet history, obviously.”

He hung his head. “Obviously.”

“And it’s not like you hide your physical pornography either.”

He snapped his head up. “I don’t keep them out in the open, you know! I put them away in their own drawer for a reason! Respect people’s privacy! And don’t look at my Internet history either, please!”

“Fine, but you have to answer me this.”

“Anything!”

“Do you want babies?”

Again, she hit him with that utter sincerity which sapped his ego. “Babies?” he repeated.

“Yes, babies! You look at pornography because you’re biologically driven to have babies, right? So you must want babies. That much is obvious.”

The accusation was so incredibly innocent and relieving that Kiyoshiro couldn’t suppress his laughter. Jellymon crossed her arms tightly, frown deep and cheeks going dark pink.

“In all your research, you must have learned that people have sex for reasons other than having babies. They do it because it’s pleasurable. In fact, with science and medicine as advanced as it is, it’s very easy to prevent pregnancy as an option altogether. There are plenty of methods of contraception, plus safe ways to terminate unwanted pregnancies. In fact, I’d theorize that pleasure and romantic connection are more common a reason people have sex nowadays than purely procreation.”

Jellymon jumped at him, her little fists pushing against Kiyoshiro’s chest. “I. Know. That!” She forced him back with each word, her feet planted uncomfortably on his gut and both tentacles gripping the sides of his shirt. He was leaning way back now, palms flat against the floor behind him, Jellymon’s spittle on one turned cheek and winced eye. “Of course I know people have sex for pleasure! I researched all of that and even watched it a few times at the love hotel in the city. I know lots of things you can do with one, two, three, even seven people!”

“Just what kinds of things have you been watching?” Kiyoshiro asked, wiping the side of his face on his shoulder. And blushing because he wondered what kinds of things she’d watched him do when he wasn’t aware. Surely nothing since he’d started wearing the Digivice, he hoped. “Respect people’s privacy, please,” he repeated. “Wait, so what’s the problem then? Why do you think I’d wanna have babies?”

Jellymon’s face softened, looking anxious as she turned her eyes away and slid off him, sitting before his lap with her hands gripping his knees. “You’ve never had sex, have you?”

“Well, no.”

“But don’t you want to?”

He grimaced. “You really ask some embarrassing things like they’re nothing.”

“Answer me.”

“Sure. I mean, at some point.”

“Then, if you don’t want babies, it shouldn’t matter if…”

He sat up, heart beating hard in his chest, anxious for her to finish her thought.

“if the one you did it with…”

A knock came to the door, along with the whining calls of an underclassman, and with a yelp of surprise, Kiyoshiro leapt to his feet. “Coming!” he called too loud, fingers trembling as they found the button to de-materialize his partner.

Jellymon watched annoyed at Kiyoshiro attending to the needs of the younger student. With a somersault, she retreated into her bell, and when Kiyoshiro closed the door, he found himself alone in the room. “Jellymon-sama?” he said to no reply. He scratched his head, wondering just what that was about, feeling a mixture of disappointment and pure relief that she’d been interrupted.

She didn’t come back the rest of the night or the next day either. By evening, Kiyoshiro was beginning to worry, especially since neither Amanokawa and Gammamon nor Tsukiyono and Angoramon had seen her either. The others seemed sure she was getting up to some mischief and would reappear at any moment. Angoramon said something about a coveted jellyfish being lost among the many fish in the sea. Kiyoshiro supposed they were right – though he didn’t understand Angoramon’s proverb – and tried not to worry. But since worrying was among his top talents, he settled on getting to bed early and sleeping the time away until Jellymon’s return.

He couldn’t shake their last conversation, even considering asking Angoramon about Digimon procreation. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask. What if they got the wrong idea? It wasn’t worth the risk. Do Digimon even have genitalia, he wondered.

Jellymon spent the night floating through the rooms of the love hotel, watching couple after couple kiss and hump and screw and fuck. One-night hookups hiding their addresses from each other next door to first-time lovers escaping the thin walls of their respective apartments. She watched. She watched, and she longed.

She sat on the cold, lacquered surface of a wooden dresser and watched the display across the room: a lanky young man hammering away at his petite girlfriend. There was something ridiculous about the act of sex. It was silly and undignified and caused people to make stupid sounds and expressions. And yet when she watched, her own breath grew heavier in sympathy of theirs. And when she imagined herself in place of the lady, and her darling in place of the boy, she felt hot and tingly all over.

Biting her lip, she reached between her legs and whined at what she felt there. Smooth, black skin, pleasant to touch but lacking the equipment to really experience what she longed for. Still, she stroked herself, petting the phantom labia she imagined she could almost feel. Stroking over the fantasy clitoris that throbbed beneath her fingers. The sensations had become clearer and clearer each night she replayed the fantasy in her mind.

The only thing she didn’t love was the smell. The rooms in the love hotel, which began with such pleasant, perfumed fragrances, would grow pungent by the time the couples were finished. She preferred to recall her darling’s scent. The way he smelled when she hovered close by. The way his bed smelled after she’d been out all night. It was a musk that wasn’t wholly unlike the smells that filled the hotel rooms, but she wasn’t put off by his at all. Not at all.

She heard the lady cry out and opened her eyes to watch the boy bury himself in her, his ass cheeks clenching tightly as he grunted. And Jellymon felt something like a climax approaching for her as well. An intense feeling building up within her. Something foreign and overwhelming and forbidden to her very construction, and with all those thoughts rushing to her as quickly as the climax… she couldn’t reach it.

Disappointed and frustrated, Jellymon returned to Kiyoshiro’s room to find him snoring in bed. She wrapped a tentacle around his wrist and pressed the button to materialize. Startling awake, Kiyoshiro yanked his hand away with a yelp.

“Oh,” he sighed in relief. “It’s you.” He yawned and stretched against the bed before propping up on his elbows. “Where have you been? I was getting worried.”

“Just doing some research,” she said from within her bell.

“Research?”

“You know when I want to learn something, I have to learn every bit of it. I have to be the best at any subject that interests me, after all, because I am the best.” She popped out of her bell and sat heavily on Kiyoshiro’s lap, directly on his groin.

He gasped, elbows slipping and dropping him onto his back. “Jellymon-sama!” He reached to push her off, but she caught his wrists in her tentacles.

“You agree that I’m the best, don’t you? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” She rocked her hips.

Kiyoshiro gasped, gritting his teeth and gripping his sheets. “Yes, yes, it’s the truth! But please get off of me!” Quickly, he thought, before… But the rush of blood was too quick.

Jellymon shivered at the hardness that grew against her sensitive underside, and she glided across the soft fabric of his pajama pants. “Oh my, Darling, you’ve gotten so hard all of a sudden.”

“That’s because you’re sitting on it,” he said weakly. She was holding his wrists down at his sides, and when he tried to wiggle free, he was reminded of her strength as she held him firmly against the mattress. “We really shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t. It’s against dormitory rules.” In his struggle, he ended up bucking his hips, which was a grave mistake. She moaned out almost mockingly while he bit back a moan of his own.

“Human boys sure are horny creatures. But who can blame you, having a Digimon as beautiful as me around? Say, Darling, you agree that I’m beautiful, right?”

Kiyoshiro whimpered, trying to will his cock not to throb against her pressure. “Of course. The most beautiful.” He took a sharp breath, head spinning. “I’ve never seen a more lovely Digimon.”

Jellymon huffed, bouncing off and slamming back down. With a hollow ‘oof’, Kiyoshiro’s head lifted off the pillow, and he groaned.

“Just Digimon?”

“Huh?”

“Do you only find me lovely compared to other Digimon? Is that why you need dirty games and manga? Even though you want sex. Even though I’m right here. Is being human a requirement?”

She was asking too many personal questions. Questions that required much more contemplation than what he could give in this overwhelming situation. In all his flustered frustration, all he could do was cry out, “Just what are you trying to do?!”

“Just giving us both what we want. Now let me see what you’re working with. I have to make sure it’s adequate, after all.”

She snickered, sliding back and grabbing at Kiyoshiro’s waistband, and he shut his eyes before the front of his pants were yanked down. His exposed cock throbbed. His face burned, knowing she was examining him. He peeked to find her staring. Inspecting. He felt like a show dog or something, being judged and graded, and at this point he didn’t know if he could handle it if she decided he wasn’t up to snuff.

“Is it adequate?”

Her eyes flicked up to him, snapping her out of her contemplation. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms. “It’ll have to do.”

He frowned, but then a thought occurred to him. “Hey, Jellymon-sama. Do you-- I mean, can Digimon even have sex?”

Jellymon’s face went dark pink. “What a rude and invasive question!”

“What about what you’re doing to me?!”

Her small hand gripped beneath the head of his cock, and he choked back a whimper. She was still holding his wrists down. “Jellymon-sama,” he called out breathlessly, “I’m really not sure about this.”

“Why not?” She sounded hurt, but then she turned her words smug. “I can make you feel really good. Really, really good.” She stroked his cock just beneath the head. “Doesn’t it feel good when I do this?” She added her other hand.

“Uh… Uh-huh.” He raised his hips in a helpless attempt to feel her grasp along more of his length. “But more,” he panted, “more would be even better.”

“More?”

“All the way up and down.”

“You’re so greedy.” She stopped stroking to squeeze at his head. “It’s all spongy here.”

“How can you call me greedy?”

She scowled at him, but then smirked. “Very well. I’ll show you just how giving I can be.” She licked her lips, fang denting her shiny bottom lip. Then she stuck out her tongue and gave his tip a tentative lick that sent shivers through Kiyoshiro’s body. “Tastes funny,” she said.

Stretching her mouth open, she took the head in and suckled. Kiyoshiro sighed, head falling back.

“Jellymon-sama. Please. Please.”

“What is it, Darling?”

“What I said before. More. Deeper.”

Jellymon hesitated. Even if she didn’t praise his size, comparing her own stature left her unsure if she could actually go ‘all the way up and down’ as he’d described. The thought of not being able to do something annoyed her. Not that Kiyoshiro was the type to gloat or say ‘I knew you couldn't do it,’ – at least not to her – but, well, she didn’t want to give him the chance to even think it. So she stroked her hands along his length and said, “Oh, very well. I suppose you’ve been obedient enough.” She licked her lips again and stretched her mouth open wide, taking him into her mouth, sucking him, bobbing shallow at first, her hands stroking where her mouth didn’t as she slowly took him deeper. His sighs and needy moans spurred her on. The sounds he made and the way his body reacted, all tensed muscles and quivering belly, got her even more heated and tingly than the hotel patrons. Even his scent and taste, which she feared would be too much, worked on something primal in the back of her brain. But once she had a good portion of his length in her mouth, she stalled.

She could feel his tip approaching her throat, and tears pricked her eyes. His musk had grown so strong that she feared what might happen if she dove deeper. Would she be able to breathe? What if it became unpleasant, and she couldn’t continue? That seemed like failure. And unfair. She didn’t want that. She wanted more, but her body hesitated despite her desire.

Her hesitation was forcefully broken when Kiyoshiro suddenly bucked his hips, striking the back of her throat. Jellymon gagged, popping off in a coughing fit, a tear rolling down one cheek.

“Sorry!” Kiyoshiro said, flushed and panting. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Slowly, Jellymon’s coughing settled, and she wiped her cheek with her palm. “I understand,” she replied, voice scratchy until she cleared it. “You simply can’t control yourself against my amazing technique.”

Kiyoshiro turned his head and spoke low. “You really talk big for someone who’s never done this before.”

“What was that?” She grabbed his foreskin and tugged hard.

Kiyoshiro gave a pained bark, knees kicking up and knocking Jellymon forward, onto his torso, her thighs catching around the sharp angles of his hips. The heat of his cock pressed against her sensitive groin, and the mewl that slipped from her lips surprised her as much as the pleasure she felt.

She sat up, hands gripping Kiyoshiro’s thighs behind her, and they both looked to where his cock poked out from under her: his maroon flesh contrasted against her black body. She rocked atop him, her skin soft and hot, making his eyes roll back, but when she gave a long whine he looked at her, face pinched as she straddled him.

“It’s not fair!” she cried out. “This isn’t enough! Why don’t I get to do what I want?”

Kiyoshiro frowned. He knew it. She didn’t have the right parts for this act after all. And seeing her so distraught over it was painful.

“It isn’t fair!” She raised her tentacles, pounding against the bed with Kiyoshiro’s hands in tow. “There’s nothing I can do here! I can’t change the fact that we’re made different and I can’t feel what you feel! I can’t make you feel what I want you to feel either, and it isn’t fair!”

“Jellymon-sama,” he spoke softly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to--”

“Would you rather we didn’t?!” She said it like an accusation. As though his words were an insult.

“Of course not! Just looking at me can tell you that!” The embarrassment at what he was saying was evident on his red face, but he didn’t look away. His arms rotated in the tentacles’ grasps, turning his hands palm-up, and he curled his fingers around her soft appendages. “I want to do this with you.”

“I want to make you feel good, like humans do!”

“I want you to feel it too, Jellymon-sama!”

“I wanna feel good, too!”

For a moment, it was like their pulses synced. Around his left wrist, Kiyoshiro felt his Digivice pulse as well, and Jellymon began to twinkle all over. But it was around her waist that the twinkling grew so bright that it concealed her body. Jellymon gasped at the strange sensation fizzing through her. But it was a familiar sensation. One reminiscent of growth. Of evolution. They both watched in awe as the lights slowly fizzled out.

“What happened?” Kiyoshiro asked. In lieu of verbal response, the lightly panting Jellymon, still mesmerized as she looked down at herself, leaned back and angled her hips forward.

Kiyoshiro couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What was once featureless, black skin now featured a pair of plush lips, parted to reveal the dewy inner lips and swollen clit, both a lovely deep magenta.

After a moment of gawking, Kiyoshiro snapped his eyes to Jellymon’s. “Where did that come from?!”

Jellymon snickered, turning her head coyly as though this wasn’t entirely new to her as well. “Impressed? Isn’t it the most lovely pussy you’ve ever seen?”

“It is.”

He didn’t say it the way he usually replied, where he barked his response in accordance with his role. She knew he wasn’t saying it to appease her, or to avoid reprimand. It flustered her. “Don’t act like you’ve seen so many. All the pussies you’ve seen were on screens.”

“Still.” He sat up against the wall, causing Jellymon to lose balance again and tumble onto her back against his thighs. His hard cock under her lower back was a little uncomfortable and angled her to one side. Her tentacles’ hold on Kiyoshiro’s wrists went loose, and he slipped out, moving his hands to her, sliding them under her hips and lifting her up. When his thumbs touched down on her puffy lips, she shivered. Blue human eyes pierced shiny, Digital black as he silently spread her lips. Then his gaze returned to her pussy – now exposed and uncomfortably cold – and he poked his tongue out before lowering his face.

The touch of his tongue to her unprepared pussy felt almost sharp, running up her slit and across her clit, sending jolts of sensation so powerful they made her body jerk, writhing against his lap. Whining through gritted teeth, Jellymon slap-wrapped one tentacle around Kiyoshiro’s head, the other around an upper arm. Her fingers dug into his thighs.

“Ki-- Kiyoshiro! Wait!” He lapped fervently, hungrily, eyes shut and breath huffing and puffing while a low growl played in the back of his throat. “Hunyaa! Kiyoshiro, wait!” The tentacle around his head tightened, tugging the hair beneath it as it pried him back. “Hold on a minute!” she shouted, firm and loud as she shut her thighs, her calves squeezing his neck.

His eyes snapped open, slick lips parted. He blinked through his stupor. “What’s the matter?” he finally asked.

Jellymon spoke breathlessly, but fiercely. “Can’t you do that more softly?”

“Was I being rough?”

She crossed her arms, staring up past her slanted body at him. “You were.”

Kiyoshiro licked his lips. Her flavor coated the inside of his mouth and it made his stomach flutter. He wanted more of it. Wanted her to fill his sinuses. So he nodded. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

He lowered his face again, breathing deep her scent as he went, and this time, trying to keep his tongue soft, he dragged a fat lick between her puffy lips.

The previous cold was replaced by soft, wet heat that dragged nicely across her sensitive hole and over her hard, twitching clit. She mewled, waves of pleasure dancing through her body. She hugged Kiyoshiro’s head with her thighs, quickly being reduced to a moaning, shuddering mess.

Kiyoshiro’s cock twitched, aching every time Jellymon’s hips bucked. He moaned through his mouthfuls, growing delirious with every taste and noise and movement. The only things that kept him alert were Jellymon’s increasingly erratic hip thrusts, which forced him to keep recalculating his lapping. Jellymon began to babble something like directions. “There. More. Harder! Higher! Not that high!” Directions that were impossible to follow because she was bucking wildly against his face.

“Oh, geeze,” Jellymon grumbled, exasperated as she floated upright, apparently dissatisfied with Kiyoshiro’s performance. “Let’s try something else.”

Kiyoshiro made little noises of discomfort at the way she repositioned herself, clambering over him, hands gripping his hair while she dug her knees into his shoulders and let her weight down on him. Finally, after some finagling, she forced him down onto his back and straddled his face. He peered up at her with an anxious look in his eyes, and Jellymon snickered down at him in return.

“Lemme have that tongue again, Darling,” she cooed, and naturally, Kiyoshiro complied.

Jellymon moaned softly at the wet heat on her clit, warmth blooming in her lower belly when she rocked her hips and led that plush, velvety muscle over her most sensitive bits. A thick mixture of saliva and Jellymon’s juices spilled out the sides of Kiyoshiro’s mouth, and Jellymon’s hugging thighs went slippery. Crying out in need of deeper pleasure, she gripped his hair in her hands and ground her pussy harder across his face, slathering him with her juices, making Kiyoshiro’s eyes roll back, his mouth and nostrils filling with Jellymon’s overwhelming essence.

He moaned, his ignored cock twitching in the cold air as Jellymon rode his face, thrusting harder and faster until she was bouncing off of him, her muff coming down hard on his nose at times and making his eyes water. He wondered what happened to ‘gently’, not even sure if he was administering the licks at this point or simply offering his tongue for her use, but if the way she was carrying on – moaning high between gasping, shuddering breaths – was any indication, he figured it was working.

But he wasn’t satisfied with such a sedentary roll. For whatever good it did for a Digimon, he wanted to touch her. He lifted his hands, running them up her small, taut tummy, fingers tracing around her chest; and when his fingers swept across stiff nubs, she cried out, thighs clamping around his head as she bore down hard.

Both panting heavily (Kiyoshiro through his nose only as that was all he could manage), their eyes met. Deep pink colored Jellymon’s face. The hard nipples beneath Kiyoshiro’s fingers were also new to this sort-of evolution. He took them between his fingers and gave a tug, and Jellymon cried out again.

“Darling!” she called, riding his face in a smoother rhythm now. He licked up and enjoyed the feel of her nipples against his fingers.

She panted and moaned and rocked her hips, and against any sense or control Kiyoshiro’s own hips raised from the bed, his aching cock searching for pressure, any pressure at all, and finding nothing but frustration. He was left thrusting into cold air while she rode him, and soon that low growl began to play in his throat again, the mattress springs squeaking beneath him.

Heart pounding and chest rising and falling fast, Jellymon felt something building deep inside her. The need to chase it and catch it grew strong, but so did the fear of this new, overpowering sensation. I’m going to come, she thought, almost in panic. I’m going to come and then what? What if it hurts? But before she could slow down, Kiyoshiro twisted her nipples and swirled his tongue around her too-big clit, and suddenly every joint in Jellymon’s body locked up, reducing her movements to jerking shivers.

“Kiyoshiro!” she cried out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her climax crashed over her like a tsunami. She shouted while grinding out the breadth of her orgasm against Kiyoshiro’s face, her tentacles taking his hands away from her chest because it had become too much.

Her shout died down, leaving her dazed and panting as she slid off his face and fell onto her back across his torso. Little pulses continued to make her body jerk. Aftershocks, she thought. They really do feel like shocks.

They stayed like that for a while, Jellymon rising and falling with each of Kiyoshiro’s heavy breaths not unlike her own.

“Was it acceptable?” Kiyoshiro asked after some time.

Jellymon replied with a drowsy hum before floating off of him. She laid herself down on the bed beside him, head propped up on her hand, facing him with a satisfied grin. She reached out to pet his head. “It was.”

“I’m glad. So then…” he glanced down. “would it be possible to,” he struggled with the wording, “finish me, too?” Jellymon’s exhaustion rang clear in the sigh she responded with. “I mean, it doesn’t have to just be me!” he quickly continued. “Didn’t you start this with the desire to take it further? And we don’t know how long your current, err, evolution? Whatever it is, we don’t know how long it’ll last, or how easily it can be achieved again, so if you wanted to experience more, we could if… if you wanted to.”

Kiyoshiro winced at his own desperate rambling. But then Jellymon smirked. “Oh, very well. You deserve my compliments for a job well done,” she said, then turned and spread herself open for his viewing pleasure, and he swallowed thickly, her strong flavor lingering. “And there’s no better compliment than being granted access to a pussy as amazing as this. Don’t you agree?”

“I agree very much.”

Jellymon snickered, floating down the bed as Kiyoshiro stripped his pajamas the rest of the way and took position on his back. “Aren’t you eager,” she teased, and if he weren’t so aroused he might have felt more shame for his unabashed excitement. She hovered over his erection and wrapped a tentacle around the base, eliciting a needy whine from her darling. Holding his dick upright, Jellymon found herself seeing it in a different light. Now that she planned to have this thing inside her, it seemed larger than before. The foreskin had drawn all the way back, looking too snug beneath a purple head, and thick veins stood out along the shaft, which throbbed powerfully in her grip. She tried not to imagine her brand-new pussy tearing apart, but the mental image was persistent.

“Is everything okay?” Kiyoshiro asked.

Jellymon tore her thoughts away from tearing. “Just going slow. Don’t want you blowing your load the moment you’re inside me.” Holding him steady, Jellymon lowered herself until his tip pressed between her slippery lips, and she shivered with a sigh, surprised at how nice she found this simple sensation. His pressure against her opening.

“You’re warm,” Kiyoshiro said. He reached out and covered her hips with his palms.

She put her hands on his. “It’s about to get a lot hotter.” With her feet on the bed on either side of his hips, Jellymon angled her hips back then forward then back again, slowly getting used to his tip pressing against her. But the moment she felt herself stretch, she began to float as if by instinct.

Why are you so scared of this, she chided herself. You’re a monster who can shoot electricity and battle it out with other monsters no problem. Why should this be any more of a task?

She was distracted from her anxiety by Kiyoshiro’s hands kneading at her hips, as well as the sounds of his heavy breathing. She found him watching her with parted lips and a hazy gaze. “Are you seriously getting this worked up just from touching?” She smirked. “That really turns me on.”

“I can tell.”

“How can you tell that?”

“Because you’re really wet. Incredibly wet. I can’t believe how wet you are.” Suddenly, he tugged her down at the same time that his hips left the bed, and when Jellymon felt his head slip inside, she sucked a sharp breath, slapped her tentacles around his forearms, and pried him off while quickly lifting away. His cock slapped against his lower belly.

“If you do that again, I’ll punish you!”

“What did I do?”

“Tried to rush things. I told you, we have to go slow so you don’t blow your load.” She laid his arms down by his sides, then returned to holding his cock upright with a tentacle.

“S-sorry,” he stuttered, and when Jellymon pressed herself against him again, he threw his arms over his eyes, trying to keep his hips down even as she teased him at her edge.

“What’s wrong, Darling?”

Kiyoshiro shivered. “It feels like I’ll slip right inside if you just slide down.”

Jellymon could feel what he meant. She was so wet and slippery, and his cock head felt surprisingly soft against her considering how hard he was. He was still throbbing in her tentacle grip. When she thought about it, it hadn’t actually hurt when his head popped in. It was surprising more than painful. I’ll press down, she told herself, and if it hurts I’ll just pull away.

Kiyoshiro felt her wet heat coming down on him, her tight hole slipping over the tip, almost engulfing the head, and he shoved his hands into his hair, gasping and aching for her to envelop him. “Jellymon-sama,” he breathed, “please keep going. I can’t take it much longer.”

She tried to hide her hesitance with a snicker. “So impatient.” She pressed lower, feeling the widest part of his head stretching her open; and before she had time to really consider it, he was halfway inside her, throbbing and making her twitch and squeeze around him. She paused abruptly here, panting lightly.

She felt stretched and sensitive, and it was achy in a way that wasn’t wholly unpleasant. And yet she stayed frozen, gasping at each throb they shared.

“Jellymon-sama,” Kiyoshiro whined, his pained gaze set on where they were connected. Jellymon couldn’t help but feel endeared to him. The way he was working so hard to do as he was told. Told by her. The way he was so tortured by his arousal. Arousal for her. But even that devotion had its limits, and Kiyoshiro couldn’t help the way his hips raised from the mattress.

Jellymon was quick to float up and whip him on the side of his raised ass with a tentacle. He dropped back down quickly, but not without a tortured groan that made heat bloom in the pit of Jellymon’s belly. Her eyes squinted against the lovingly sadistic smile she placed on him. “Not so fast, Darling,” she said in a low voice, nearly a whisper, before placing her hands down on his pelvis and lowering herself again, this time enjoying the way she stretched around his head each time she bobbed her hips up and down. Each time he popped in and out of her, he gasped, hips twitching up to chase after, only to find himself teased in that most shallow depth.

“I can’t believe how good it feels right at the entrance like this,” Jellymon said, starting to move faster, breath flowing fast through her mouth twisted up in a grin growing more delirious the more she rode that precise point of pleasure. Kiyoshiro’s chest was heaving, and he looked near to tears. “Aww, Darling, do you not like it? I can always stop.”

He shook his head so fast Jellymon had to stifle a laugh, though she did so poorly. “Please don’t stop,” he said, breathless. “I want more. I want…”

“Mm, I think I only need this right here.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh, I could almost come from this. Maybe I’ll keep going, yeah, just like this until I do.”

Kiyoshiro tossed his head back, a sound that was a mix between a moan and a wail coming out of him. He was clutching his pillow, sweat peppering his face, and yeah, maybe there were tears too. Jellymon might have thought she could come like this, but he was sure he’d catch on fire before he got there. He felt dizzy and painfully hard, but even when he lost all control and thrust high off the bed, Jellymon managed to float with perfect accuracy to keep herself polishing his knob and knob only. “Jellymon-sama,” he whined, thrusting until he was practically doing bridge exercises and Jellymon was chuckling at him. He was nearing something. A climax, perhaps, but not the kind meant for love making. The tease, the strain, they were so overwhelming he felt he could faint.

Jellymon tossed her head about, slowing to catch her breath. She wiped the sweat from her cheek with the back of her hand and said, “I’m getting worn out playing with you. I might have to take a break--”

“Jellymon.”

“Eh?”

Head back, the chords in Kiyoshiro’s neck stood out on either side of his pointed Adam’s apple. He panted heavily, chest rising and falling. Then he dropped his chin to his chest, and Jellymon froze, chilled by his piercing, maddened eyes.

“W-what’s wrong, Darling?”

“Limit Break!” he called out, hands shooting out and catching Jellymon by the upper arms.

“What are y—hunyaaa!”

Kiyoshiro’s cock slammed deeply into her, her pussy flush with his groin for the first time. She gritted her teeth and saw stars that had no time to fade before she was lifted up and slammed back down once again, crying out at the intrusion boring into her. After a third such assault, she whipped her tentacles around Kiyoshiro’s wrists, and Kiyoshiro released her arms, took her tentacles between each thumb and index finger, and wrapped a length around both hands like reins. He yanked roughly, pulling Jellymon’s head down as he thrust up into her, both of them crying out.

With her tentacles firmly wrapped around his hands, Kiyoshiro got to his knees and grabbed the dazed, panting Jellymon by her torso. She grabbed at his hands, and when he throbbed inside her, her pussy walls clenched, her fingertips biting into the backs of Kiyoshiro’s hands.

“You’re squeezing me inside,” he said, voice a low rumble. “It feels incredible.” He lifted her and slammed her back down, lifted her and slammed her, pulling squeaks and cries from her as her head bobbled about.

He fucked her faster, hips rising to meet her each time he yanked her back down. The air filled with sounds of moaning and wet slapping, and Jellymon’s juices dripped down Kiyoshiro’s balls, staining the sheets below. Through her incessant high moans, Jellymon whimpered out, “Daarliing!” She felt so full of him, his cock dragging along her walls and tickling some vague place deep inside her that shot pleasure from her lower belly to the crown of her dizzy head and tips of her curling toes. On top of that, her clit had become so hard that each time she slammed into his pelvis was a direct dose of deliriously wonderful pressure. It’s just like they say in the ero-manga, she vaguely thought. I’m really going to go insane.

Then a thumb brushed across a hard nipple, and Jellymon cried out a long, loud, “Hunyaaaa-haaa!”

“Oh no,” Kiyoshiro gasped, his grip tightening, thumb pressing down on Jellymon’s nipple as on a button. He could feel her walls clenching around him, compressing more tightly than he thought possible and absolutely drenching him. Her drawn-out wail was a maddening sound, and with a set jaw and pinched face, he somehow pumped Jellymon even faster, thrusting even more frantically, panting harder and faster until his eyes slammed shut and his movements stuttered to a near halt. Then he buried himself to the hilt and let out a loud, strained groan as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Jellymon didn’t know she could feel so full. So warm and so wet. Kiyoshiro let out a fainting sigh and fell onto his back, pulling Jellymon along with him.

Jellymon, lying across Kiyoshiro’s chest, raised and lowered with each heavy breath he took, alternating from her own exhausted panting. His grip had gone loose, so she slipped her tentacles free with the little strength she still possessed. Kiyoshiro lifted his left hand, dropping it heavily, comfortingly, on the back of her head. She buried her face in his chest and smiled.

“So how was it?” she asked, peeking up at him. He was so drained that he could only manage to open one eye. “Everything you dreamed it’d be?”

“More,” he replied, voice wavering with exhaustion. “So much more.”

“Yeah. I told you I’d be great at this, didn’t I? Looks like I was right yet again.”

“Yes! The best!” he responded properly. “You’re the best, Jellymon-sama.” He couldn’t keep his eye open anymore, so it fell shut, face pointed to the ceiling while little breaths flowed past slightly parted lips.

Jellymon’s usual snicker came out as more of a giggle, which she hid in his chest. She curled up, pulling her body into her bell. Kiyoshiro’s thumb stroked her jellyfish head, and she wrapped her tentacles around him and squeezed until he grunted, then she stayed that way.

She felt the shift when it happened, but it wasn’t until waking the next morning that she reached between her legs to find her vulva gone. Her nipples had hidden themselves again too. She and Kiyoshiro talked about it a lot over the next several days. Her sort-of evolution and how it happened. Human influence, they figured. And their combined emotional and physical states. The inquisitive duo that they were, it wouldn’t be long before they studied it further.

But the study itself would be long. Very long. Kiyoshiro didn’t know if he could survive if it went on any longer. For the fifth day in a row, he found himself lying stark naked on his back, Jellymon’s ass planted firmly on his face. Her feet, crossed at the ankle, were resting on his stomach while she bounced on his face. His hands were pinned under his head, beneath his pillow, on Jellymon’s order that they weren’t to come out until she was finished with him.

“Keep working that tongue, Darling,” she ordered, then laughed as she sent a little zap of electricity out of her tentacle to Kiyoshiro’s erection. It leapt from his belly each time she shocked it in different spots. “Look at it jump! What a horny boy you are.” She stroked her tentacle along the underside of his cock, but when he chased after it, hips lifting, he only got a strong shock for his trouble, his cry of agony muffled by Jellymon’s muff. “Naughty boy!”

Her laughter devolved into sighs of pleasure. Her nipples stood out on her chest, and she chanced a touch of her own fingers over them. Too much, she thought. On the first couple of nights of this five-night stint, she learned Kiyoshiro couldn’t be trusted to keep his hands off the overly sensitive nubs, hence the order to keep his hands pinned. A shame, she thought, since their first time his fingers on her nipples had been so incredibly pleasurable that she credited her second orgasm primarily to them. But bordering on painful as they were now, his hands would have to stay put. That’s fine, she thought, playing with him like this is way more pleasurable anyhow!

She rocked faster on his face, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of hair. “Yeah, right there! Oh, Darling, you’re gonna make me come like this. I’m getting close!” She shocked his cock and watched it leap again, the sight of its twitching and the sound of his muffled groaning driving her closer to climax.

Kiyoshiro gripped the pillow. His face was so wet with their shared fluids and her hips were rocking so fast that he knew she was close. Knew tonight was about to end the same as the previous four. Jellymon would climax, leaving his face marked by her scent, then she’d pet his head and say he did a good job before turning into a jellyfish and floating out the window, leaving him alone and pent up with only his hand as a mediocre substitute.

Jellymon slowed to a stop. “Darling?” she asked, turning back to look at him. “Why’d you stop? I was so close!” His hands shot out from beneath the pillow, fingers grabbing Jellymon’s stiff nipples, and she gasped sharply. “Hey! I said keep those hands pinned! Wha--” Jellymon yelped, forced to move forward when he tugged her nipples, and she stumbled when he sat up.

Sprawled between his legs, she turned her head back and shot a scowl at him, fang pressing deep on her lower lip. “What are you doing?!”

“Limit Break!”

“Have you heard about the ghost in the boys’ dorm?” The rumor began to spread around campus. “The one that cries out late on quiet nights? The one that calls Hunyaa.”