"Uuuhhh… My body…"
The pack of wolves finally let him go once they reached Tracen Academy. He can still feel their fangs on his body. Each hole they pierce mocks him for his powerlessness. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen.
If this keeps up, I might as well sell my body to them for some cash. Sigh… There's no way I can get any lower than this.
The young man instinctively retreated to his team room, a room where he knows he has control over. Unlike the Tracen Academy, where lionesses roam freely and pounce on anyone with zero regard for consequences, his team room is where actual public morals can be upheld, since he is the one with authority there.
*Sssshhkkk*
"Ah! Welcome, trainer."
"...I will impregnate you, McQueen."
Entering the room, the young man is met with a celebration. Cakes, snacks, and drinks are piling up on the table. The team hasn't had any accomplishments as of late. In fact, it's quite the opposite.
"Fufufu~~ You still have a girlfriend, remember? You can't do anything to me unless you dump her, my pathetic trainer?"
The young man must be delirious from all the torture he had endured because McQueen is more sultry than usual. Her skirt looks like it is shorter than usual, her uniform seems like it is two sizes too small, and the way she walks really emphasizes her big butt. The young man thought that he was a blind fuck ass for never noticing how wildly her hips were swaying with each step.
McQueen… wasn't like this before, right? Is this the symptom of blood loss? I never heard of this before.
The young man forced himself to sit down and try to calm himself. He can't help but be fully aware of the bulge in his pants. He has been in some, what many would consider, a lucky pervert situation. Although he would like to rebuke, since he feels like his life was on the line most of the time, he knows how lucky he was to be surrounded by nothing but beauties. The bulge in his pants is proof of that.
"Ah~ Here is the decoration."
"Kuh!!"
The young man doesn't know if McQueen is torturing him on purpose or not. The young umamusume suddenly bends forward right in front of him. Her suspiciously-shorter-than-usual skirt climbed higher up her body. It's to the point where the young man gets a good view of her peachy white ass.
Goddesses fuck!!! Why is she wearing a thong?!?! OGURI FAAAAAT!!! I don't know how, but I have a feeling you're involved in this beautiful bullshit! I don't know whether I should thank or punish you for this…
The young man leans forward to hide his raging boner and to get a closer look at McQueen's ass.
Hehehe!! Just like Teach Digital said, he is drooling all over me.
"Ah… This would be useful."
McQueen turns to the side while widely shaking her ass. She feels completely exposed, but also excited at the same time. Having his eyes only on her again is a sensation she missed. With the growth of the team, it's been some time since the last time he have his eyes only on his first trainee, his first love, and his destined one.
Go on… Regret your decision. This is what you're missing by dating some random woman, pathetic man.
"Ah! My loser Trainer, would you like to test the cake first?"
"Hmm? Sure."
"Of course, my small fry trainer."
Alright, time for some corrections.
The young man decided that enough was enough. He lifted his hands high and swung them down at full force on McQueen's smooth ass cheeks.
*SMACK*
"KKYYYAAAA!!!"
The young man didn't stop his advance. He grabs the thin thong and pulls her toward him. McQueen was forced to follow his will because the thong would snap if she tried to fight him.
"You think you can win against me, huh?"
The young man whispered to McQueen's ear seductively when her ass landed on his lap. McQueen's body froze when she felt something hard on her butt. She is not pure enough to not know what that is, and what it means when that thing gets hard.
Aahhh… I'm going to have a baby… I might push things too far… Maybe we can opt for using a caesarean section birth.
McQueen had already offered herself to the young man as he put his arms around her body, preventing the surrendering young umamusume from escaping.
"This is what you want, right? Turn around and look at me, pervert."
The young man grabs her waist and turns her around. He can see how red her face is, probably understanding where this is going.
"It's too late to regret it now, my perverted noble."
The young man pushes his face deep into the lady's personal bubble. He gently grazes his lips against her cheeks, kissing while not kissing her at the same time. He makes sure to enjoy the noble lady's reaction–quivering, shivering, and whimpers. The young man makes sure to savor McQueen's reaction to realizing what a big mistake she just made.
"Such smooth skin. Can't wait for it to be blemished by my doings."
The young man slithers his arms behind her back, and then his left hand grabs a good hold of McQueen's hair. He gently pulls McQueen's hair to lift her chin and gives him more access to her neck.
"Mmaaahh~~"
"That's more like it."
The young man's tongue slips out of its cave and devilishly grazes McQueen's skin. The young man then began to slide his face down until his face was all up on McQueen's neck. He planted his lips, sealing it down, and then suck on her trapped skin.
"Mmmmaaahhh~~ Tra–Trainer~~"
"Mmmmhhhh~~ Aah!! You have my mark now, pervert. This is what naughty girls get."
"Aah~~ Ah~~ Please~~ Correct this naughty girl more~"
McQueen unfastens the ribbon of her outfit, which loosens the collar. The noble lady shrugged her shoulders to expose more of herself to her beloved partner.
"Trainer~"
"McQueen~~"
The young man circles his arms around the young lady's waist, and pulls her in while the young lady cups the young man's face. They both closed in on each other, shutting their eyes as they waited for the moment their lips touched.
*SSSHHHKKK*
"Hello!! Urara is here!!"
New skill acquired! [Projectile Dysfunction] has been learned! You may now flick up to 100 Kilograms of weight with your dick.
"KKKYYYYAAAAHHH!!!"
The surprise intrusion caused the young man's body to jolt. This, in turn, helps increase the blood flow to the young man's mighty trunk and causes him to have a powerful boner. The power of his genital was enough to throw McQueen off his lap, over his head, and land behind the couch.
"Eh? Are you okay, trainer?"
"Ahaha… Yeah…"
What kind of stupid ass skill is that?!?!?!?!?