I became a Digimon, changing the world every month

Chapter 94 The eve of the decisive battle
Moss applauded and congratulated Angewomon for going through the physical and mental training, but received no response from Angewomon.

No, in fact, silence is also a response.

It's like the calm before the storm, which accumulates energy for the coming storm.

The next moment, this energy exploded.

"You bastard!"

The physical fatigue in the first twenty-four hours is nothing. The mental torture in the last twenty-four hours produces a variety of feelings and moods such as anger, regret, impatience, grief, comfort, etc.

Angewomon is going crazy.

Mo Si caught Angewomon's fist and said meaningfully: "Only after going through the training of 'slashing the flesh with a sword and slashing the soul with a heart' can one become a truly strong man."

Angewomon watched as her angry punch was easily caught, and then heard what Mo Si said, she laughed out loud in anger: "What do you mean by becoming a strong man? I still can't beat you."

Mo Si smiled and said, "Because I am stronger, just a little bit stronger than you."

"..." Angewomon was speechless.

Is it really just a little bit stronger?
Angewomon expressed doubts about this. In the previous 24 hours of fighting, Moss did not get red in the face or out of breath at all, and even gave her strength from time to time.

This level is definitely not just a little bit stronger!

Just then, Goblinmon ran over happily and shouted, "Sister, we found a mansion."

Moss asked, "Oh, is there a bathhouse?"

"Yes." Goblinmon nodded.

Mo Si smiled when he heard this and took Angewomon's wrist: "Let's go, let's go take a bath."

Angewomon was unable to resist Moss's power and could only allow herself to be dragged to a mansion.

Mo Si concentrated and sensed that there was no unusual atmosphere in the mansion. He went in and took a look. Although there was a lot of dust, the facilities were complete.

There is a mansion in this desolate place. If it were in the human world, this situation would be completely unreasonable and could even be the beginning of a horror movie.

However, this is the digital world.

In the digital world, there can be vending machines in the rainforest, telephone booths on the beach, and electric poles in the desert, so it’s no big deal to have multiple mansions in the wasteland.

Moss pulled Angewomon into the women's bathhouse.

"What kind of training is this?" Angewomon was nervous. "Are you trying to make me relax first so that you can attack me suddenly?"

"Good advice, but now is the time to really relax." Moss said as he began to take off his equipment and battle suit.

When Angewomon saw this, she realized that she was really relaxed, but she did not take off her clothes like Moss, but turned into Tailmon.

Moss suggested: "Keep Angewomon in this state and treat it as normal, so that you can train to full power."

Tailmon tensed up and said, "Isn't the training over?"

Mo Si said: "Practice is endless, and daily life is also a kind of practice. Well, that's it, quickly turn into Angewomon and help me rub my back."

If it was just Tailmon, it wouldn't be interesting.

"...The latter sentence is the real purpose." Tailmon's eyes twitched, but he still concentrated and released energy, evolving into Angewomon.

Then she began to take off her battle suit, and after a while, except for the eight wings on her back, she was no different from an ordinary human woman.

Just a little taller.

"You have a teardrop mole." Mo Si's gaze moved from bottom to top, finally landing on the corner of Angewomon's left eye, where there was a small black dot.

Angewomon looked at herself in the mirror and found that she did have a teardrop mole. Then she looked at Moss, a face that looked very similar to hers, but without the teardrop mole.

"Does this... mean that I come from darkness?" Angewomon gently stroked the teardrop mole.

"It's just individual differences. Don't think too much. Sit down and I'll rub your back." Mo Si pulled two stools over.

"Didn't I just rub your back?" Angewomon was subconsciously a little alert.

Mo Si asked back, "Do you have any experience in this area?"

Angewomon remained silent.

Mo Si smiled and said, "Sit down."

Angewomon had no choice but to sit down with her back facing Mosi.

Moss picked up a towel, dipped it in water and shower gel, and gently placed it on Angewomon's back, rubbing it between the base of the wings and kneading out white foam.

In the steam of the bathhouse, Angewomon gradually relaxed and said, "Thank you, Senior."

Mo Si paused and smiled, "We both benefited from each other. You got exercise and I enjoyed it very much." Angewomon was silent for a moment and laughed dryly, "What you said before was really just a way to put psychological pressure on me."

Moss said, “Not entirely.”

"Which one is true?" Angewomon's heart tightened. It couldn't be the one Karer said, right? This one definitely couldn't be it.

Moss said, "The one about wanting to turn you into a collection."

Angewomon gave a wry laugh and didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just another joke.

After a moment, Angewomon blushed and said, "Senior, didn't you say you were just rubbing my back?"

Both hands are over the armpits!

"This place needs cleaning, too," Moss said.

Angewomon said, "Here... I can do it myself, Senior, now it's my turn to rub your back."

Mo Si had no choice but to withdraw his hand, turned his back to Angewomon, and said while receiving the scrubbing: "I caused you a lot of mental torture before, and I feel bad inside too. As an apology, you should do the same to me."

Angewomon chuckled and said, "I won't be polite."

Tailmon has been following a group of dark Digimon since he was a child. In the dark world, there is no politeness or humility, only decisiveness and plundering.

Even if it evolves into Angewomon now, its personality will not change easily.

She rubbed her senior's back in the same way, put down the towel, and then her foamy hands followed his steps and passed through his armpits.

Grab the senior's thigh...

Then, there were rhythmic sounds in the bathhouse, like crying and complaining.

Angewomon pondered for a moment and said, "Senior, you seem to be enjoying this."

Mo Si lay in Angewomon's arms, not trying to hide anything, but answered directly: "Yes, it is true."

Seeing her being so direct, Angewomon was at a loss as to what to do.

Then he sighed helplessly and said, "Senior, are you a pervert?"

There are quite a few perverted Digimon in the digital world, such as various Digimon that use feces as a means of attack - Snotmon, Poopmon, Abelmon, etc.

She was no stranger to these kinds of small-fry Digimon, although they were in different directions, they were all perverts.

But now, the senior lying in his arms is a pervert in another way.

As members of the same kind, there are huge differences not only in appearance but also in personality.

This was an eye-opener for Angewomon.

Moss chuckled and said, "You are too narrow-minded, Angewomon."

——So you didn’t deny that you’re a pervert?

Angewomon grumbled inwardly, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Moss said, "Someone once said: A warrior fights, rests, eats, and of course has intercourse... Oh, you probably don't understand the meaning of the last word."

“I really don’t understand.” Angewomon said.

The way Digimon reproduce is different from that of creatures in the human world, so there is no demand in this regard, and naturally there is no research in this area.

Mo Si smiled slightly and said, "Let me, your senior, teach you."

Angewomon declined: "I think that's a shame."

Although I don’t understand, I can still guess a little.

"Is that so? What a pity."

Moss asked Angewomon to get a basin of water to rinse off the foam on their bodies, and then asked Angewomon to hold her in a princess hug and walk into the bathtub.

Angewomon did as she was told and looked down at her senior's expression. She always felt that she was enjoying some kind of happiness that she didn't know about.

But this happiness probably involves that word, so it’s better not to understand it.

Walking into the bath, surrounded by warm water, holding a senior in his arms. Because the senior was smaller than her, Angewomon felt that the senior was like a younger sister.

How nice it would be if it always stayed like this.

Angewomon thought so and leaned against the edge of the bathtub with her arms spread out. After forty-eight hours of rigorous training, she finally felt unprecedented relaxation.

Next, we have to find the vampire beast!
(End of this chapter)