so quiet around here.

Working. . out? I'm one of the strongest knights. . . why should I.

I don't. . . Have things to let out. I'm searching for my right place.

A nice sweat helps to feel better. . .? I guess. Where do I begin with?

His eyes suddenly caught by that pit, almost taking a step forward. He looked puzzled. "Punching bag." He turned around towards it, before landing a punch. "Like. . . That?"

He turned around again, looking at his hands, before approaching the punching bag again. A nice couple punches, before some other ones, and again, till he started sweating. "Ah. . ."

Giving punches again, but slowly taking longer looks at those pits Until he's giving soft punches again, clearly distracted Of course he's staring at them again..

Stopping right away, he got closer as requested. Way sweatier than before, he stopped right before Bulkmon. "You. . . know?" Still staring at thar sweaty body.

no one can defeat him.

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listening to some anti-virus type dude. . .

He will.. He's aching to find his purpose, maybe he's meant to get filled by him..

Use him like he's meant to be used. Maybe he will feel so good he won't leave Callismon side for a long time—

ah— feeling his pecs being groped makes him pant, almost blush, like he's unable to do anything.. It feels so good, why..

Exactly. . . The thought of being handled like that, feeling weaker. . . It's making him pant yet again

Yes. . . . . .being a lesser digimon's property is all he can think of.

Level 99 Blackwargreymon. . . Why don't you take away some of those levels— ?

Thank you. . . so much. . Being at level one, yet looking like a powerhouse, makes him feel good. . .