The sensation—something he had never experienced before—made Kaito shudder twice. The tip of his pen slipped, carving a slanted line across the training plan.
Tokai Teio whispered softly into his ear, her breath brushing against his skin."Trainer, I'm helping you relax. I heard that nibbling on someone's ear feels really good—helps ease the mind. So, Trainer… how does it feel?"
"…Pretty nice."
Her usually childish, milky-sweet voice now brimmed with a distinctly feminine charm. The soft arms wrapped around Kaito carried the citrus scent of her body mixed with the faint saltiness of sweat. Combined with her pale, smooth skin, it felt like a delicate dessert laid out just waiting to be tasted—something that made him want to bite down without thinking.
Kaito let himself enjoy Teio's care.
"Why don't you rest here today?" she said gently. "Don't worry about the debut race. I'll definitely win."
Tokai Teio stroked his head tenderly.
This had happened before. Back then, when Kaito grew bored, he would adjust training values again and again, endlessly rearranging combinations in search of the optimal solution. Once he found it, exhausted, he would flop down onto Teio's thighs, roll over, and fall asleep. At times like that, Teio would reach out and stroke his hair.
For a moment, Kaito had thought Teio had truly come alive. But after a few strokes, she would stop moving again.
This world felt like an extension of the game world—illusory, uncertain, with no clear line between real and fake.
"Trainer… Trainer…"
As Kaito drifted through memories, Tokai Teio's voice grew more heated. It was as if she'd become addicted—nibbling his ear repeatedly, her arms tightening little by little, as though she wanted to merge with him completely.
Uma Musume bodies were soft, and Tokai Teio was exceptional. Her legs were so flexible they could bend back past her arms, her muscles like cottony jelly—irresistibly pleasant to the touch.
That was only when they were relaxed.
Once they exerted force, those same muscles turned as hard as steel.
"T-Teio… easy… easy…"
An overwhelming pressure bore down on his chest. Kaito struggled to breathe. Something was wrong—Teio's eyes were unfocused, a strange light flickering within them. Just ears weren't enough anymore. She lowered her head.
"Chu~"
Warmth spread across his neck.
This was bad…
Kaito swallowed hard, a certain image flashing through his mind—the heart icon that appeared once affection reached its maximum.
"Ah~" She bit into his neck like a vampire.
"Teio! Wait—let's go to a room first! You're not planning to eat me here, are you?! I haven't even eaten you yet! Licking is fine, but don't bite!"
Teio ignored his struggle completely.
He couldn't break free at all.
As a human, overpowering an Uma Musume with brute force was simply impossible.
While her mouth kept moving, her hands didn't stop either. She unfastened his buttons, clearly preparing to take him right there—when suddenly, a familiar lazy voice drifted over.
"Hey~ okay, okay, that's enough. The Trainer's plenty relaxed now. No need to keep going, Teio."
Seiun Sky tugged lightly on Teio's ear.
"Eh?" Interrupted mid-spell, Teio blinked. She looked down at the Trainer in her arms—and saw the glistening saliva on his neck. Reality came crashing back.
Bang—her face flushed bright red in an instant.
"T-Trainer! I just… um… there was dirt! You had dirt on you! I was just licking it off!"
What was I even doing?! Teio cried out internally. There was a dangerously enticing scent coming from the Trainer—something that made her lose her reason, drove her to kiss him on instinct.
By the end, she'd even thought about devouring him right there, making him give her little foals—
Am I insane?!
"It's fine," Kaito waved it off. "I don't mind. Lick all you want."
He really didn't mind Uma Musume forcing themselves on him. He did it all the time, after all. If you're comfortable, I'm comfortable.
What Kaito feared was speaking and getting no response—that would make him feel like he was trapped in The Truman Show. That kind of loneliness was truly terrifying.
"Oh my~ even that's fine?" Seiun Sky said lightly, then immediately sat down on Kaito's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and mimicking Teio, kissing his neck.
"Sky?! What are you doing to my Trainer?!"
"Can't you tell? I'm doing it right in front of you~"
"Hah?!"
"Oops, sorry, that slipped out. Anyway, Teio, you helped the Trainer first, so now it's my turn. Any objections?"
"That's not how it works!" Tokai Teio snapped. "I caused trouble for the Trainer, so I'm the one who should make it up to him!"
The two of them closed in from front and back, sandwiching Kaito between them.
The citrus scent of Teio and the floral fragrance of Sky filled his nose. Their arms tugged at him from opposite sides. It was a scene every man dreamed of—
—but this was Tracen Academy. This was an Uma Musume school.
As they pulled, Kaito heard a sharp cracking sound from his own body.
"Y-You two… stop—ngh… seriously… I'm gonna die… do you hear that?! My body's making really bad noises—"
Crack!
Another sharp pop.
His shoulder went numb.
The two girls, completely fired up, continued their tug-of-war. It was torture-level force. Even though Kaito trained daily to toughen his body, compared to Uma Musume, it was nothing. He felt like he was about to be stretched into a "Z" shape.
I'm done for… I really can't take this… is this how the game ends?!
Desperate, Kaito reached out and grabbed Sky.
"Yah~"
A soft cry escaped her. Seiun Sky immediately let go, and Kaito seized the moment to wriggle free from between them.
That was close!
He'd almost been torn in half by two Uma Musume!
Wasn't the Uma Musume world supposed to be one of the safest isekai settings?! Why was his life in danger?!
Seiun Sky clutched her skirt, her eyes spinning. Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.
"Trainer…" she said, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed. "I didn't expect you to be so bold—grabbing me without hesitation. Don't you have any sense of restraint? I'm starting to wonder if you've done the same thing to Sky-chan before… when she was sleeping."
He had.
Kaito could still vividly remember the scent of dandelions clinging to Seiun Sky—a terrifyingly addictive aroma. That was exactly why he'd asked Teio to help him quit Sky in the first place.
He knew her inside and out.
Restraint? If I restrained myself any more, I'd have restarted the game by now.
Kaito took a deep breath.
"I'll remember what happened today," Seiun Sky said, pressing her skirt down as she sat beside Tokai Teio. "Next time, I'll make sure the Trainer experiences what it feels like… to be the one getting completely handled."