Wrapped in a warm, enveloping sensation, Kaito's eyelids twitched.
These horse girls sure knew how to invent new games. Back in the original game, their mouths barely moved—only the Emperor would flick her tongue to issue commands. Now, with Kaito not giving any sign, hoping she'd stay quiet, she was going at it instead.
And not just that—she was intense about it.
"Is everything okay?" Noticing the odd look on the man's face, Yayoi Aikawa touched his forehead. It was a bit warmer than normal. "Rest in your room today. I'll make you some porridge."
With that, Yayoi Aikawa headed to the kitchen.
"Trainer... mmph..."
Now that she knew their feelings were mutual, Manchester Tea Party had zero reservations. After all, she'd already crossed that special line with her trainer—what was a little more?
Gurgle, gurgle... pop...
To mask the sounds, Kaito curled up his body, making sure Yayoi Aikawa wouldn't spot anything off.
No, this won't do... Kaito clenched his fists, enduring. If she found out, it'd be a disaster. With Yayoi Aikawa's affection maxed out too, the room would turn into instant hell!
Even that aloof Seiko Sky could probably drag him to his death. Yayoi Aikawa and Manchester Tea Party were likely just as lethal. Kaito took back his earlier words—this horse girl world wasn't safe at all. To them, humans were fragile as insects!
Don't be too blatant. At least not when they're fully conscious.
Kaito's muscles twitched.
"It's ready."
Yayoi Aikawa returned with the porridge, and Kaito's heart skipped a beat. He subtly shifted forward, angling his body to hide what was going on inside. Luckily, her petite frame blocked the view from outside—no obvious tells.
"Ah~" Yayoi Aikawa scooped up a spoonful. Kaito twisted his head awkwardly to sip it.
Gurgle, gurgle...
"Won't you face me? That position looks uncomfortable."
"My right shoulder... it's sore..." Kaito tugged at his collar, swallowing hard, sweat beading on his forehead.
Once he finished, Yayoi Aikawa set the bowl down. "Take a nap soon, and you'll be fine for today."
"Got it. Thanks, Chairman."
Inside, it was total chaos, yet here he was pretending nothing was wrong. What kind of punishment game was this?
Kaito recalled that handbook line, highlighted in bold: Approach horse girls with caution.
After months living in this game world, he'd shoved it to the back of his mind. Now he got it—it wasn't about those doll-like puppets who couldn't resist. It was these horse girls with full agency and thoughts of their own.
That book was like a player's guide to the game world—what to do, what to watch out for. But Kaito wasn't the type to read manuals. He'd instinctively ignored all the contact warnings, zeroing in only on the flashy race schedules.
Looking back, those warnings probably meant keeping distance from horse girls, capping affection at safe levels.
But back then, who had time for that? Higher affection was always better, right? Like stats—max it out for bonus talents. These maxed-affection horse girls were the same; hearts popped up above them, and Kaito thought it looked pretty nice.
After the meal, Yayoi Aikawa didn't rush off. She sat on the bed's edge, gently stroking Kaito's head as she opened up.
"You've been working so hard lately, Kaito Trainer. This must be from overexertion, right?"
"Maybe."
Kaito couldn't exactly say. Hard work? Sure.
But not the kind the Chairman meant.
"If you run into any trouble, tell me. As Chairman, I'll help with everything I've got."
"I'm honored."
Her cute, easy-to-tease loli exterior clashed completely with the maternal comfort she radiated. It left Kaito wondering—what did she remember about how they'd met? The game world mirrored reality, but the system erased or rewrote his certain actions.
Wouldn't that cause logic gaps? The Chairman herself, popping into a trainer's office all the time? No matter how you sliced it, it didn't add up. Kaito called this the "real world," but all the illogical behavior proved it was just as artificial.
Didn't anyone notice how weird this world was?
Everyone seemed to accept the anomalies like normal.
Where exactly had things gone wrong?
The man closed his eyes, his breathing steadying. Yayoi Aikawa leaned down, slowly wrapping her arms around Kaito's neck. She inhaled deeply from his body, her eyes glazing with bliss.
This scent is amazing! Undoing his collar, Yayoi Aikawa swallowed hard. She fed herself a suggestion: He's sweating so much—he must be hot. I'll get on the bed and cool him down with my body.
That's right—it's the Chairman's duty! She couldn't stand seeing an employee suffer. Just as Yayoi Aikawa moved to mark Kaito with her own scent, her phone rang, startling her.
"Hello?" Yayoi Aikawa answered, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Chairman, word from Central. There are a few key points for this year's races—they want you in a meeting."
"Got it. On my way."
Yayoi Aikawa hung up and glanced at the "sleeping" Kaito. She stood with a pout.
No chance today, huh.
But it could wait.
He was her employee, after all. She could drop by anytime.
Once Yayoi Aikawa left the room, Kaito let out a massive sigh of relief. That call was a lifesaver—if she'd pulled back the covers, he was done for.
Bluntly? Dead. Politely? Game over.
Rustle, rustle... The black-haired girl poked her head out. After being cooped up so long, her body glistened with fragrant sweat, strands of hair clinging to her pale, pristine chest. Her slender neck and delicate collarbone looked like the masterpiece of a master sculptor, drawing Kaito's gaze with their raw human allure.
Her small mouth wriggled, followed by a loud gulp.
"Trainer... can I take a shower?"
Blushing faintly, Manchester Tea Party licked her lips, letting out a satisfied burp. A look of contentment spread across her face.
What a great day.
"Yeah, go ahead."
Manchester Tea Party slid off the bed, her bare feet pattering softly to the bathroom.
Horse girls' mouths were impeccably clean—they brushed meticulously every day. No food bits, no weird smells. If anything, it was a sweet, body-scented flavor.
Dressed now, Kaito sat on the bed's edge. His mind was crystal clear, the world sharper than ever.
The reason horse girls were aggressively pursuing him? He'd skipped the whole relationship-building phase back in the game world. Now they were all in post-conquest mode.
Not just the world—incomplete. Even the sour-sweet romance story was broken.
How did my isekai turn into this mess...?