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Digital loved it when Trainer complimented her — despite how much she deflected in lieu of her precious oshis, it was quite the open secret. THIS, on the other hand...
Agnes Digital:
"...T-Trainer-san, isn't this— er, unnecessary?"
Digital tried (and failed) to avert her blue eyes from Trainer's as she was straddled against his waist. Heart hammering in her chest, her thighs anxiously shifted up and down (and little did she know, Trainer was quite fond of how her thighhigh's fabric felt against the bare skin of his own thighs). Cheeks rosy, Digital nervously held her left hand to her mouth to cover her lips in embarrassment — It was only natural for someone unaccustomed to intimate situations such as this.
Though, the irony was hard to ignore:
So quick to love, yet completely crumbles when loved back.
Quite adorable, isn't it~?
Trainer takes hold of Digitan's wrist, his grasp firm yet comforting. He gently pulls her hand down from her mouth, uncovering that beautiful, bare face of hers.
Yū:
"I've told you before, and I'll say it again, Digitan — I love you. Please, stop undermining yourself. You're the prettiest girl in the world."
Agnes Digital:
"—!!"
Digitan squeaked, struggling to register such authentic words of love — and the fact it's directed towards her, of all people...? N-No, that just wasn't right! Digital wasn't important! She didn't need any spotlight! Surely, something like this should be said to an umamusume much more deserving—
Trainer slips his arms around Digital's waist, blowing away the fog in her head. He slowly pulls her down until their faces are not too far apart. Trainer shuts his eyes, leans in, and...
...smoooch~!
Digitan's mind goes numb as Trainer pressed his lips against hers. She tensed up for a second, but relaxed just as quickly.
Agnes Digital:
"Mh~! T-Traihnr-snn..."
Her eyes flutter shut as she melted into his embrace — Trainer runs his hands up Digital's back as they start to make out, relishing the vanilla taste of her lipstick. They both start to get frisky. Trainer's hands slide down towards Digital's lower back, grasping the curvature of Digital's backside while she got a handful of his burly chest.
Yū:
"Auh..."
He pulls away to catch his breath. A strand of saliva hung from his and Digital's lips. He brings a hand to her face, cupping her cheek and gently brushing it with his thumb — her cheek was so warm and felt so good...
Yū:
"Fuck, Digitan... You're so pretty..."
Agnes Digital:
"T-Thank you..."
They exchange loving, tender gazes, Trainer especially admiring Digital's bright, blue orbs as he admires his lover's face.
...And then they had sex.
The end.