In a hidden underground room beneath a remote wasteland—one not detectable by any scanning equipment—Mizuno lay trapped.
Though, to be fair, he'd come here half-voluntarily.
When Gold Ship had tossed the burlap sack over his head, Mizuno wasn't particularly panicked; he'd assumed it was just one of Broshi's usual pranks. Instead of struggling, he'd decided to humor her, curious about where she'd take him this time.
Besides, he was feeling pretty sleepy anyway—so he'd just shut his eyes and drifted off.
But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a soft pink, heart-shaped bed, inside a carefully furnished underground bedroom.
The room was brightly lit, fully equipped, and reminded him of the Couple Room at the Special Education Base. Above him was even a skylight, showing a tranquil blue sky occasionally crossed by flying birds, giving the illusion that this was merely a comfortable hotel on the surface.
But Mizuno knew this was fake. The "skylight" was nothing but a screen looping scenic footage, designed to trick him into believing he was close to the surface, when in fact, he could easily be dozens of meters underground.
Opposite the heart-shaped bed stood an enormous mirror, clearly reflecting Mizuno's image.
But Mizuno knew this, too, was a trick—just like those mirrors used in police interrogation rooms. It was a one-way mirror: he couldn't see beyond it, but anyone in the adjacent observation room could closely monitor his every move.
In other words, the room on the other side of that mirror existed solely to spy on him.
There was a large steel door installed for the room's owner to come and go freely—but obviously, Mizuno, as a captive, had no hope of opening it.
He sat dumbfounded on the bed for a good half-hour before he fully grasped the situation: his dear bro, Gold Ship, had imprisoned him in a basement.
Hey, Broshi—what the hell is this?! Are we even still in Japan?
Wasn't this supposed to be just a joke, a playful pretend-kidnapping? Did she really need to put this much effort into it?
Unfortunately, this wasn't a joke. Mizuno quickly realized his odds of ever leaving here were effectively zero.
"Mizuno-dono~, time to eat~ Open wide now, say 'Ahhh~'."
At the dining table, Gold Ship affectionately leaned against Mizuno, clinging to his arm while gently lifting a spoonful of food toward his mouth.
"Mizuno-dono~, it's bedtime~"
Gold Ship, wearing only a thin nightgown, sat gracefully atop the heart-shaped bed, smiling sweetly at Mizuno as she gently patted her soft, inviting thighs, signaling him to lay his head there.
"Mizuno-dono~, bath time now~"
Gold Ship, dressed in a revealing bikini, exposing plenty of her flawless pale skin, guided Mizuno toward the bathroom, a washcloth in hand—clearly intending to personally scrub his back.
What was worse, Mizuno couldn't refuse!
Even if he firmly protested, insisting on bathing alone, Gold Ship would simply lean against the bathroom door and carefully watch his every move.
So Mizuno could only awkwardly cover up his vital areas and rush through the humiliating task of washing himself under her watchful gaze.
Moreover, in this place, Gold Ship strictly forbade Mizuno from using his Doctor's Outfit to hide himself. He was required to fully expose his true face at all times.
Gold Ship had warned him clearly: either he removed his hood willingly, or she'd happily strip off all his clothing herself.
After weighing his options, Mizuno reluctantly surrendered and removed the hood that concealed his Uma Mint body constitution.
This was the first time he'd spent such an extended period openly revealing his Uma Mint scent—especially with an Uma Musume constantly watching him, day after day.
Although there was no clock or calendar down here, Mizuno roughly gauged from his internal clock that he'd been imprisoned for about five days.
In these five days, aside from watching Mizuno bathe, Gold Ship hadn't really done anything inappropriate. If anything, she treated him with incredible care.
Whatever food he wanted, she cooked. Even if he deliberately requested tricky dishes, she would quietly learn how to make them, serving them flawlessly the next time they ate.
Whenever he wanted sleep, she never disturbed him. Instead, she would quietly lie beside him, resting her head gently on his shoulder, and occasionally even sing a soft lullaby to help him drift off.
Every now and then, she'd give him relaxing massages, soothing the accumulated fatigue of recent weeks.
Rather than being imprisoned, Mizuno felt more like he was trapped in a luxury hotel room with an extraordinarily attentive maid, enjoying an enforced vacation.
Here, he didn't need to worry about work or training—he simply had to accept the tender care and service of a beautiful girl.
And none of this was an illusion. There was no chakra he needed to gather to dispel it—everything was entirely real, a dreamlike paradise carefully crafted by Gold Ship herself.
Yet, despite how comfortable and seductive this life was—an idyllic fantasy any normal man might surrender to—Mizuno still desperately plotted his escape, eager to return to that terrifying place called Tracen Academy…
Because he hadn't forgotten: there were still several girls back at Tracen, waiting anxiously for him!
Missing Urara's race had already let them down badly. He absolutely couldn't afford to miss Rice Shower's and Tokai Teio's races too, disappointing everyone all over again.
He had to at least appear once, if only to reassure them he was okay!
"Broshi… I want to go back."
During yet another meal, Mizuno finally voiced his request clearly to Gold Ship, who was gently feeding him at the table.
"No can do."
Gold Ship shook her head firmly, bluntly refusing his request.
With a gentle smile, she placed the spoon back onto the table, turned toward Mizuno, cupped his cheeks in both hands, and stared straight into his eyes.
"It's too dangerous outside. You're much safer here…"
"As long as you stay here, you can eat whatever you want, sleep whenever you wish, and even have me taking care of you—twenty-four hours a day~"
"Oh, really? Sounds perfect..."
Mizuno narrowed his eyes skeptically, before switching to a serious expression and deeply asking the question that'd been on his mind all along:
"So tell me then—what's the catch?"
Mizuno knew well that achieving anything beautiful required paying a certain price.
You want apples? You plant apple trees.
You want good grades? You have to study hard.
The same principle applied here: Uma Musume stuffed their trainers full of nourishing food, but afterward, those same trainers inevitably ended up "feeding" them back, fulfilling their own needs…
Yet strangely enough, Mizuno sensed that what Gold Ship wanted from him was not his chastity.
If she'd truly wanted that, she could've easily forced him onto the bed anytime, toying with him until he was utterly helpless…
But Gold Ship hadn't made any moves like that at all. Instead, she kept treating him gently without asking for anything in return—like a lifelong girlfriend dedicated solely to his comfort.
Based on what Mizuno knew of Gold Ship, this felt terribly wrong!
Sure, they'd sworn brotherhood—but even sworn brothers clearly settled their debts. Back when Gold Ship promised to protect Mizuno, she'd done so only after he gave her a toy alien spaceship as payment.
That meant what Gold Ship wanted this time had to be something critically important—just not his chastity.
"Catch?" Gold Ship chuckled softly, as though waiting for Mizuno to finally ask that very question.
"It's actually quite simple…"
Gold Ship opened her arms, lovingly wrapped them around Mizuno's neck, and brought her face extremely close to his. Her voice dropped into a dangerously dark whisper:
"Hand over the Goddess of Fortune."
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T/N: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??????????? THIS ISNT BROSHI!! THIS THIS HAS TO BE MISFORTUNE!