"Come on!! We have to pack our stuff properly!! We won't be coming here for two months!"
"I know! I know!! Do you think we should stock up on condoms as well? Just in case."
Summer is in full swing in Japan at the moment, and the summertime is synonymous with training camp for Tracen Academy: bright blue sky, beaches, swimsuits, and passionate mistakes. Each of those comes in succession after one another, so if you can't get any good swimsuits, then you won't get the passionate mistakes.
This, in turn, has turned Tracen Academy into a warzone where umamusumes are spying on each other to get the latest scoop on current trends. Their main targets are Gold City, Mejiro Ramonu, and Air Groove. Each of them possesses beauty and allure that a normal umamusume could only dream of.
"Hey! Got any information on what kind of swimsuit Gold City will be using?"
"Will she really be using anything other than the academy's swimwear? Last year she only used that, didn't she?"
"Yeah, but she is more bubbly these days. I reckon that this year, she might actually use something different."
"Yeah! She is smiling more! I bet she is scrolling through her catalogues of swimsuits!!"
"Then we have to get the latest scoop!! We will never win against her if she really tries her best!! She will steal our trainers!!"
While the umamusumes are cowering in fear at the thought of Gold City seducing their trainers away from them, the umamusume in question simply couldn't care less. She was indeed scrolling through swimsuit magazines, but it was for a certain red-haired young man. Being a supermodel, Gold City can access designs that might not have made it into public yet, so her weaponry will be more advanced than the normal umamusumes. They have every right to be concerned, but it's lucky for them that Gold City only cares for one man.
Hmm… This one will make it hard for his fingers to get under the bra and cup my breasts, so it's a no. And these elastic bands might give him some more toys. Choices… Choices…
The Golden supermodel can be seen giggling to herself, which strikes fear into the heart of normal umamusumes. No one would get the chance to make a move with their trainers if Gold City were present in her swimsuit.
"What do we do?! What do we do?! Gold City is totally going to steal our trainer!!"
"That's right!! Only Mejiro Ramonu and Air Groove can hope to match her!!"
"Wait!! But will Mejiro Ramonu be participating in this year's training camp? Isn't she retired!"
"You're right!! We're doomed!!"
Tracen Academy will only pay the training camp fee for active runners. Umamusumes who haven't debuted or retired can still attend, but they will need to pay the fee on their own. Since the training camp will be held for 2 months, most cannot afford the cost.
Except for Mejiro Ramonu.
Normally, Ramonu wouldn't bother attending the training camp after she retired, but this year is different. There is a young man whom she simply couldn't afford to let out of her sight after the disaster that befallen him. He can't be trusted on his own, or he'll fall for another dangerous woman again.
A string bikini might be better for him. He'll try to trick me into looking in the other direction as he runs his hands down my body. He then would pull off the knots and try to pretend that it wasn't him. Fufufu~~ I can't wait for that. He is such a bad actor, but that makes him cuter.
The normal umamusumes are going to receive a harrowing reminder of their positions in this world as the Queen prepare her entrance for this year's training camp.
"But we still have Air Groove with us!! She is a vice president, so she will attend the training camp even if she is retired, no?"
"Yeah!! Surely she'll be able to match Gold City!! She isn't called the Empress for no reason!!"
"It'll be the battle of the year!!"
"Wait!! But have any of you seen her in anything but the Academy's swimwear?"
"Ah… Shit… No…"
"AAAHHH!! We're doomed!!"
Unlike what others had expected, Air Groove is currently browsing through swimsuit magazines in the StuCo office. Her eyes thoroughly scan every clothing item on the paper, imagining herself wearing them and how a certain red-haired man would react.
"Hmmm… I can't pick one. Brian, do you know what trainer Igo Heita's taste?"
"Do you have a pulse? That's good enough."
"Anything else?"
"Ass and boobs. His eyes always look at my boobs if I sleep face up, and my ass when I sleep to the side. He thinks he is being sneaky, looking only when I close my eyes."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Hell no! If he wants them, then just grab them! How hard is that!?!?"
"Yeah… That sounds like you, alright. You're not going to buy any swimsuit, right?"
"Already bought mine. Advice. Don't try to mull over it. He's a pervert who gets hard to everything. You're just putting pressure on yourself for no reason."
"I see… What about you, Rudolph?"
"I'll use the Academy's swimwear."
"Forget I asked you anything. It truly left Brian and me to win him over."
"Eh?! What's with the reaction?!?"
"You gained your fangs weeks ago. Where did they go? Who defanged you? I worked so hard for those!"
"Uuhh… I'm the President of Tracen Academy. I can't exactly throw away Academy's uniforms, Brian."
"Once again, bound like a dog. StuCo will never truly be able to commit actual changes, as long as you are in the head. All of our revolutionary ideas will just get shot down as long as it doesn't go along with the Academy's ideals, no matter how good they are."
"That hurt… Brian."
"Then grow a pair!!"
"I'm an umamusume!!"
"Then steal Igo Heita's!! Make him bend his knees and steal them!!"
"Please don't. I need them there."