From Myotismon's memories, Daniel knew the original had sent Gatomon across the Digital World days ago to recruit powerful, battle-hardened Digimon into his forces—especially any mature, strong females who could bolster his army.
"Myotismon-sama... I'm sorry. The recruitment isn't complete yet. Please, just a few more days..."
Gatomon knelt, her voice soft and pleading—almost kitten-like. The cuteness nearly made Daniel relent.
He admitted it: fantasies of her evolved form burned in his mind. And right now, this white-furred, cat-eared Gatomon was adorable in a way that made anyone want to protect... or claim her.
But he steeled himself. "Useless. Such a simple task, and still unfinished? The old punishments weren't enough. Time for a real lesson."
Gatomon's pure eyes met his—filled with hope, dreams, defiance. No wonder the original feared that gaze.
"Demon Blood Whip!"
Excitement surged. Practicing on someone who wouldn't resist? Ideal. And it would start the process of breaking her—beginning with that holy ring.
A blood-red whip materialized in his hand—coiled, glistening, pure crimson power. Strength flooded him the moment he gripped it.
Damn... the old Myotismon really was a sadist. Just holding this thing is intoxicating.
Snap!
The whip cracked toward Gatomon. She didn't flinch. Eyes showed resignation and quiet strength. This was familiar territory.
"Mm..."
The lash struck her rear—snow-white fur marked with a thin red line. Daniel didn't stop. Each strike targeted sensitive areas with precision.
"Gatomon... let me train you into the perfect, obedient pet. That way, I'll always have control."
He swung again, the whip dancing like a serpent. At first, sharp pain—strength draining, body going limp. But gradually... the sensation shifted.
After the sting came heat. Tingling. An unfamiliar itch and warmth that was nothing like before.
Daniel kept going, mastering the moves. Enemies weren't just LadyDevimon—there were countless threats in this world.
"Myotismon-sama... I won't fail again. Please... mercy..."
The strange feeling invaded Gatomon's mind, terrifying her sealed heart. Pain blended with alarming pleasure. For the first time, she truly submitted. This Myotismon was far more dangerous.
"Already giving in? I expected more resistance."
Achievement rushed through Daniel. A newcomer like him had done what the original couldn't.
"From now on, don't call me Myotismon-sama. Call me Master."
He wrapped the whip around her slender neck, tightening just enough.
"M-Master... please forgive Gatomon..."
Her voice trembled, pitiful and endearing. Daniel almost wished she were already evolved—Angewomon, mature and divine.
He yanked the whip, pulling her close. With his other hand, he grasped her tail and lifted her small body effortlessly.
"Since you've admitted fault, this ring is mine now. Your punishment."
He slid the holy ring free and stored it instantly in the Ring of Faith's inner space—only he could retrieve it.
Gatomon's eyes widened in horror as the ring vanished. She felt stripped bare, secrets exposed.
"Enough. Return to recruiting. In a few days, I'll lead the campaign myself—starting with crushing LadyDevimon's faction."
Daniel flicked his cape and strode out.
Gatomon's fur bore red welts, but no serious harm. Surface marks only. She'd recover fast.
"Master... has changed so much. Not the same anymore. Crueler... yet the strikes weren't as brutal as before."
In the past, such a "lesson" would've left her down for days.
Gatomon sighed, expression conflicted, and slowly left the chamber.
Stepping outside, Daniel felt the first rays of dawn. The sun rose—fiery, relentless.
To his old self, it was warm comfort.
To this vampire body? Deadly poison.
Pain seared exposed skin. He hissed and retreated into shadow.
Priority one: new mask. Or eternal night rule.