Chapter 94: I'm Going to Kill You!
Currently, Mizuki commanded a rather formidable small army. Over thirty Agumon stood alongside more than thirty Tyrannomon, forming a solid wall of Champion-level strength. Backing them up were two Dobermon, two Megadramon, four Monodramon, and over ten BlackGatomon, all sharing that same Champion rank.
Then came the heavy hitters at the Ultimate level: LadyDevimon, MetalGreymon, a viral blue MetalGreymon, and SkullGreymon.
Finally, standing at the absolute pinnacle was Belle—his BeelStarmon—radiating the overwhelming presence of a Mega level.
In total, his forces numbered over ninety Digimon.
Preparing a feast for nearly a hundred ravenous monsters all at once was a monumental undertaking. Pots bubbled, grills sizzled, and mountains of ingredients piled high. Fortunately, the Digital World operated on the fundamental laws of data. As long as one possessed enough mental fortitude and processing ability, generating a massive quantity of dishes did not require a literal copy-paste cheat code. It just took focus and a bit of elbow grease.
Not to mention, Mizuki now had Belle acting as his highly capable sous-chef.
"Xiao Bei, this is the last dish, right?" Mizuki asked, wiping his brow.
"Mm, just set it over there. I will carry it out in a moment," she replied.
Watching Belle bustle about with such an obedient, endearing demeanor, Mizuki wiped the grease and dirt from his hands with a rag. He stepped close, reaching out to gently pinch her soft cheek.
"Thank you, Xiao Bei. You have been an incredible help today."
"Hmph, hmph, of course!" Belle proudly tilted her chin upward, a smug little smile gracing her lips. "After all, I have been secretly practicing my cooking skills in private, you know."
Without warning, she closed the distance and pounced directly into Mizuki's arms, burying her face against his chest. "If Mizu really wants to thank me, then give me a proper hug!"
She peered up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, if a kiss is on the table, that would be even better, I say!"
"Alright, alright. Anything you want," Mizuki chuckled, his tone dripping with doting affection.
He reached up, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the mask resting on Belle's face. Gently, he lifted it just enough to expose her smooth forehead. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against her skin, before carefully sliding the mask back into place.
He pulled back, offering a warm smile. "How was that?"
Silence stretched between them.
Belle stood completely frozen. Her eyes were wide, her pupils trembling slightly. Perhaps she had only been teasing and never actually expected Mizuki to follow through with such smooth execution. Throughout the entire process, her brain seemed to have short-circuited.
A few seconds passed before reality finally caught up with her.
With a soft puffing sound, a literal cloud of steam erupted from the top of her head. Her cheeks flushed a violent shade of crimson.
"Mi... Mizu..." she stammered, her voice barely a squeak.
"Hm?"
"Please... please do it again, I say!"
"Again?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow, a helpless but amused smile tugging at his lips. He shook his head slowly. "While I would love to agree to that, Xiao Bei, we are out of time."
He pointed over her shoulder. Following his gaze, Belle spotted a small group of Digimon trudging toward their makeshift kitchen camp.
Seeing the interruption, she puffed out her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mmm! These guys really know how to pick the absolute worst time to show up... I say."
"Alright, don't pout. We will have plenty of chances to do it again later," Mizuki coaxed, reaching out to poke her inflated cheek with his index finger. "Besides, we have all the time in the world ahead of us."
That simple promise worked like magic. The sulky shadow vanished from Belle's face, replaced instantly by her usual radiant sparkle.
However, before Mizuki could withdraw his hand, Belle suddenly opened her mouth and lightly clamped her teeth down over his finger.
Mizuki blinked in astonishment. Under his surprised gaze, Belle's small, warm tongue dragged playfully across his skin. She released him a moment later, immediately wrapping both of her arms securely around his elbow.
"Hm hm! That is my payback for Mizu's surprise attack earlier, I say!" she hummed, leaning her weight against him.
"Yes, yes. Xiao Bei is the absolute best," Mizuki replied, his eyes softening as he looked at the bright, cute smile on his partner's face.
Just as their daily dose of affectionate banter came to a close, the approaching group of Digimon finally arrived.
Leading the pack was LadyDevimon. Yet, despite her usually striking, dangerous aura and her sleek black leather attire, she currently looked like a withered husk. Her shoulders slumped, her wings drooped, and her skin lacked its usual dark luster.
LadyDevimon was completely burnt out.
Through sheer force of will, she dragged her exhausted body forward, forcing herself to stand upright before Mizuki.
"Your Excellency Mizuki..." she rasped, her voice dry and hollow. "I did not fail in my mission."
As she gestured weakly behind her, several Digimon stepped out from the shadows. Five Monochromon, one BlackAgumon, and three standard Agumon lined up in front of the camp.
These were the nine 'big guys' from their previous encounter, now successfully subdued and recruited.
"You actually pulled it off?" Mizuki's gaze swept over the newly acquired troops, carefully assessing them before his eyes settled back on the trembling form of LadyDevimon.
His expression softened into genuine gratitude. "You have worked incredibly hard, LadyDevimon."
He took a step forward, opening his free arm toward her. "You look exhausted. Do you want a hug?"
The effect was instantaneous.
Upon hearing those words, LadyDevimon's fading crimson eyes ignited with a blinding, fanatical luster. The exhaustion vanished from her posture. In a flash of data, she rapidly compressed her form, shrinking down until she reverted into the small, feline shape of BlackGatomon.
Without a second of hesitation, she launched herself through the air, diving straight into Mizuki's waiting embrace.
"Wuwuwu! I knew Your Excellency Mizuki would understand my suffering!" she wailed, rubbing her face vigorously against his chest. "Just hearing you say those words makes all the hardship and exhaustion completely worth it, meow!"
Meow?
Mizuki tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features as he looked down at the black cat crying loudly in his arms.
Belle had a deeply ingrained habit of adding "I say" to the end of her sentences. Did this BlackGatomon possess a similar verbal tic?
Yet, upon closer inspection, Mizuki realized something. While Belle's tic was a constant, everyday occurrence, this feline only seemed to drop a 'meow' when she was in a state of extreme emotional agitation.
As Mizuki pondered this linguistic quirk, he completely missed the drastic shift in BlackGatomon's demeanor.
Buried against his chest, the supposedly 'tear-streaked'cat now wore a highly subtle, incredibly smug grin.'Just as planned,'she thought, her nose twitching as she took a deep, greedy inhale.'Hiss hiss... Your Excellency Mizuki's scent... so fragrant... hiss hiss...'
Her secret moment of bliss was violently shattered by a familiar, utterly clueless voice ringing out across the clearing.
"BlackGatomon? Why are you making such a perverted face while buried in Your Excellency Mizuki's chest?"
The voice paused, then added with genuine, innocent concern, "Are you planning to not spare Your Excellency Mizuki's butt either? Is our suffering not enough for you?"
BlackGatomon froze. Her smug grin shattered into a million pieces.
Slowly, she turned her head.
Standing just a few feet away was an Agumon. He possessed a remarkably simple, honest face—the kind of face that looked as though the word 'gullible' had been stamped directly onto his forehead. He had appeared out of nowhere and was now tilting his head, examining her with wide, curious eyes.
Mizuki stared at the Agumon.
Belle stared at the Agumon.
The newly recruited Digimon stared at the Agumon.
BlackGatomon stared at the Agumon, her eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated horror.
An eerie, suffocating silence descended upon the camp. Neither human nor Digimon dared to breathe. The crackle of the cooking fires suddenly sounded deafening.
Mizuki was the first to break the heavy atmosphere. He cleared his throat, his expression carefully neutral, though his eyes betrayed a hint of deep, awkward amusement.
"Ahem. Well, regarding that... BlackGatomon."
He looked down at the cat still resting in his arms. "While I do not make a habit of prying into the personal hobbies of my companions... targeting butts and such... it is really not quite appropriate, is it?"
BlackGatomon stopped breathing entirely.
When she looked up, Mizuki's exquisite features remained as gentle and tolerant as they always were. He wasn't angry. He wasn't disgusted.
But for BlackGatomon, that gentle tolerance was a thousand times worse than anger.
An unmatched, crushing wave of shame crashed over her. The sensation was horrifyingly specific. It felt exactly like a teenager being caught in the middle of a highly compromising, self-gratifying act by their sweet, caring mother.
The mother wouldn't scold them.
The mother would just sigh softly, close the door, and quietly leave a box of tissues and some protein supplements on the dining table—a mental image so vivid it might as well have been a viral internet meme.
Under the crushing weight of that specific, agonizing humiliation, a very vital string inside BlackGatomon's mind violently snapped.
"Me..." she whispered, her voice trembling with dark, murderous intent.
"Me?" the honest-looking Agumon echoed, tilting his head in confusion.
"MetalGreymon..." she growled, her claws slowly extending from her gloves.
"Yes, I am MetalGreymon," the honest Agumon nodded, confirming his true identity despite his current devolved state.
He opened his mouth to ask another question, but he never got the chance.
BlackGatomon exploded out of Mizuki's arms like a coiled spring. Her eyes burned with demonic fury. She brandished the razor-sharp claws on her gloves, her fangs bared in a feral snarl as she launched herself directly at his face.
"Damn it! I am going to kill you, you absolute bastard!!!!!"
Seeing the sheer, unhinged ferocity of BlackGatomon's approach, the honest Agumon let out a yelp of panic. He spun on his heels and bolted, his stubby legs kicking up dirt as he sprinted for his life.
Yet, even as he ran, he couldn't help but yell back over his shoulder, "Eh?! Why are you so mad?! Are you trying to attack my butt again?!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"[Lightning Paw]!!!"
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