Kitahara was under enormous pressure right now.
In every sense.
He was starting to regret coming here to rest.
Although he knew Grass Wonder had no interest in him and that this was just a joke between bros...
Bros didn't joke around like this!
He was now seriously suspecting that Grass Wonder had no idea how to maintain boundaries because she had no friends.
For all he knew, she might even be finding this entertaining right now.
But that was not the only fatal problem.
Before Special Week showed up, he had still had a chance to break the awkwardness.
But after Special Week sat on top of him too, he was completely unable to extract himself.
After all, in his heart, Special Week was still a pure, good girl who did not understand this kind of thing.
If he pulled himself out in his current state and she caught sight of it, how was he supposed to explain?
He couldn't.
So he could only endure it.
Also, why are you joining in on the nonsense too, Special Week?!
Although Grass Wonder was sitting on him, at least she was still handling proper work. She just moved her ass every now and then.
But Special Week had come over to join the fun in the first place and had nothing to do.
After sitting down on Kitahara, she stared at the documents in Grass Wonder's hands for a while. Once she found them boring, it was only natural for her to look for something else to play with.
Then what was the most interesting thing beside her right now?
The answer went without saying.
"Sota-san, what did you do? Why is Grass punishing you?"
Special Week lowered her head and kept her voice down.
Kitahara looked at Grass Wonder, whose ears had twitched, and the corner of his mouth spasmed.
She can hear you!
And also...
Special Week's clothes seemed a little loose today.
He did not even have to look deliberately. The moment he opened his eyes, the white fabric stretched over those rounded curves appeared right before him.
It even had lace.
No. Kitahara, you have to hold back...
Kitahara told himself that, and he did indeed hold back, moving his gaze away.
But little Kitahara did not seem to think so. Beneath the heavy pressure above, it stubbornly raised its head.
Gah, don't rub against it!
"Nothing, just a small joke..."
Kitahara squeezed out a strained smile.
"I knew it. If Grass were really angry, she wouldn't be like this..."
Special Week looked thoughtful.
"Speaking of which, Sota-san, why are you here?"
"I wanted to find somewhere quiet and think about some things..."
"What kind of things?"
Special Week bent down. Her long hair fell beside Kitahara's face, blocking out the sunlight.
In the shadows, her expression was somewhat indistinct.
Kitahara took a deep breath, then told Special Week what he had been thinking, simplifying it as much as possible and keeping it to things he could safely tell her.
It was not only to answer Special Week, but also to distract himself.
He had to admit, this move was very effective.
Thanks to his single-threaded operating mode, as he spoke, Kitahara temporarily ignored those strange things, and quite a bit of his arousal faded.
After listening to him, Special Week thought for a while.
Then...
She lay down on top of him.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Sota-san."
She hugged him, an honest, goofy smile appearing on her face.
"All I know is that I'm happy as long as I'm with you, Sota-san."
Looking at Special Week before him and hearing her answer, Kitahara was somewhat moved.
What a good girl. She was simply—
But before he could feel moved for long, he felt a warm, soft friction against his chest.
Special Week hugged him and looked at him. Like a kitten, she began rubbing herself against him.
"Special Week, you..."
SNAP.
The white lace slipped loose, and the area of soft sensation grew larger.
But a certain someone seemed not to realize it, or perhaps was pretending not to. As she rubbed against him, she spoke.
"I don't understand things like the future, or a new era, or change."
She looked at Kitahara. Although her face still wore that simple, honest smile, there was something else in her eyes.
"If I had to rank what I want, then third would be carrots, second would be victory, and first..."
"Would be staying together with you, Sota-san."
Kitahara pulled out a strained smile.
"Um, Spe, could you get up first and then we can talk? I'm feeling a little smothered..."
Special Week was very obedient toward Kitahara.
If he had used an order at that moment, she definitely would have gotten up.
But he had not, so she continued hugging him, staring into his eyes.
Like a young beast staring at its prey.
"Sota-san."
She looked at him, her tone somewhat different from usual.
"Are you going to abandon me?"
The air froze.
Even the faint scratch of Grass Wonder's writing stopped.
Abandon.
It was a very heavy word.
If any other Umamusume had used it, even if they said that word, Kitahara probably would not have had much of a reaction.
Even if it were Neicha, he could calmly tell her that he had properly said goodbye back then, and she had been the one who did not open the door.
But the problem was, she was Special Week.
Although it had not been his intention, back then, he really had abandoned her.
When interacting with Special Week, Kitahara had always tried to avoid that word, lest he stir up bad memories for her.
Yet now, Special Week had brought it up herself.
Special Week's memory was bad. Very bad. She could even completely forget vocabulary she had just memorized the day before after a single meal.
But only this. Only things about him.
Even now, she remembered them clearly, without forgetting the slightest bit.
And now, looking at those eyes gradually turning serious, Kitahara finally realized that.
He had always thought this girl had forgotten. But now...
"Are you going to abandon me again, Sota-san?"
She repeated herself.
"...I never intended to abandon you."
He reached out and hugged her, one hand rubbing her hair.
"What made you think that?"
Special Week's expression was serious.
"Because there are a lot of other Umamusume's scents on you."
Kitahara's hand paused slightly.
"I am a Trainer, after all. I have to deal with a lot of Umamusume..."
"That's not the kind of scent I mean."
She shook her head, and her body swayed with the motion.
"I'm not interested in some new era, or some change. What I want is only to stay by your side, Sota-san."
"I only want you not to leave me behind again."
Special Week's expression changed.
It was one Kitahara recognized, one he had seen on those nights.
A dazed, helpless look filled with fear.
And so, this time, Kitahara truly found it a little hard to breathe.
This was not emotional blackmail. It was not some griefing technique. It was not even an act.
Quite the opposite. The Special Week before him now was the true her after her mask had been stripped away.
The girl who, ever since he left, had never managed to leave those nights behind.
Umamusume held on to love for a long time.
Having a bad memory, forgetting everything—that was all a lie.
She had simply buried those things deep in her heart, avoiding the past.
Yes, Special Week knew bringing up this topic now was not wise.
She also knew that through various methods and maneuvers, she could do better and have a higher chance of taking Kitahara for herself.
But she did none of that.
Because she did not want to use those things on Kitahara.
Even if she was different from before, even if she had become smarter, even if violence raged in her heart.
Only when it came to him, she had always been that obedient, good girl.
That, and that alone, had never changed.
"Kitahara-san, are you going to abandon me again?"
She asked in a trembling voice.
The answer was, of course, no.
But just as the words reached his lips, Kitahara forcibly bit back what he had been about to blurt out.
It was not that he was worried about Special Week. If the two of them were alone somewhere else, even if Special Week outright said she wanted to Umapyoi him, he would still have to deny it first.
But...
Grass-san, Grass-san, move!
Kitahara, who had been enduring it just moments earlier, now wished he could poke Grass Wonder several more times with little Kitahara so she would hurry up and turn around.
Fortunately, this time, Grass Wonder was not completely useless.
She turned her head and looked at Kitahara.
For some reason, her face was very red.
And what she said was also different from what Kitahara had expected.
"I would like to ask as well, Trainer Kitahara. Are you going to abandon Spe again?"
"Of course I'm not!"
Kitahara blurted it out.
"What kind of person do you two take me for?"
Then he saw Grass Wonder nod.
"Very well. In that case, as proof..."
"Please take on Spe's scent here."
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T/N: GRASSWONDER??? CUCKWONDER???????????
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