That evening, Shirayuki went to Treve's dorm room.
The moment she entered, she was stunned by the scene before her.
The room was filled with messy piles of clothes and casual outfits. Training wear and underwear were scattered across the floor. Japanese textbooks, schoolbooks, milk cartons, dessert boxes, and all sorts of other things were stacked together into precarious little mountains.
On the desk, the lamp's plug had been pulled out and tossed aside, while stationery lay scattered around.
The entire room was a complete mess.
Treve was wearing an off-shoulder top, her pale legs bare as she lay on the bed, swinging her feet and scrolling on her phone. When she saw Shirayuki, she froze for a moment, then hurriedly jumped down.
"Shirayuki!? You're here already?"
She rushed to tidy up the room.
No… it's already too late to start cleaning now.
Also, how did you even make your room this messy?
Treve clearly looked like a pure white lotus flower, yet her room was an absolute disaster. A pair of patterned underwear had been tossed beside Shirayuki's foot like trash. What would the fans who admired Treve think if they saw this?
Shirayuki picked up the underwear and prepared to put it in the wardrobe.
Treve happened to glance over and asked, "Shirayuki, do you want that? You can have it."
"Hah…? No, I don't want it! What do you think I am?"
Shirayuki loudly scolded her.
Treve was actually treating her own underwear as a gift.
Was something missing in her head?
Were foreign uma musume all this open?
I'm a proper person!
Shirayuki held the soft underwear, which carried the scent of soap. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Really?"
"Mm."
Treve had heard that partners sometimes liked keeping each other's clothes close. Maybe Shirayuki had that kind of preference too. As part of comforting her, Treve did not mind giving it to her.
Shirayuki coughed a few times.
Well…
It was not as if she had that kind of clothing fetish.
But she did enjoy collecting uma musume goods. Her wardrobe was filled with uma musume posters, signed photos, and photobooks.
Since she had rarely come overseas and had met one of France's top uma musume, of course she needed to collect some merchandise before going home.
She would just treat this as merchandise.
Shirayuki stuffed the underwear into her pocket.
To repeat, she did not have a clothing fetish. She also had absolutely no improper thoughts toward Treve's underwear. She was simply an uma musume enthusiast who wanted to collect something belonging to Treve.
Besides, Treve had offered it herself.
Therefore, she was innocent.
"Do you want coffee or tea?"
"Coffee."
Treve turned on the kettle.
Shirayuki sat on the chair. The place Treve had just tidied looked almost exactly the same as before.
Could it be that she was terrible at cleaning?
Among Treve's many impressive talents, Shirayuki had finally found a harmless weakness.
Then she had to properly show off.
As the ideal beautiful girl in her own mind, "Shirayuki" had perfect housekeeping ability. She tidied Treve's messy room, organized the bookshelf, and cleaned the floor. Before long, the room became bright and spotless.
"How is it, Treve? Even a 'genius' can't match me in—"
Before Shirayuki could finish, Treve hugged her tightly, rubbing her smooth cheek against Shirayuki's chest.
"Thank you."
She showed an adorable smile that could make anyone's heart flutter.
Again!
Treve always used this method to charm her and interfere with her judgment.
This time, Shirayuki would not be fooled by Treve again.
She had come here to discuss something serious.
Not to get close and cuddle.
Though touching her a little should be fine.
Shirayuki rubbed Treve's ears, and Treve's tail swayed back and forth.
France, your national flower has already fallen into my hands!
No, wait!
Shirayuki pressed down on Treve's shoulders and forced herself to separate from her.
"Treve, weren't you going to give me an answer? What do you think?"
"Mm. My answer. A little comfort… is okay. But formally, I'd like to wait until after the Prix Vermeille."
Hah?
What does "a little" mean?
Full effort is full effort. Can there be a little full effort?
Wait, maybe there can.
For example, using forty percent or seventy percent of her strength.
That could work. If Shirayuki knew what level Treve was suppressing her speed to, she could work backward and estimate Treve's real ability. And since Treve said that the "formal" part would wait until after the Prix Vermeille, that meant Treve would go all out in that race.
In that case, Shirayuki could still arrange the general direction of her training over the next half month.
Thinking this, Shirayuki nodded.
"How much will you use?"
Treve blinked.
She did not fully understand what Shirayuki meant, but she understood the word "how much."
Was Shirayuki asking what time they should start?
Treve thought for a moment and said, "Nine."
Ninety percent?
That was almost full strength.
Shirayuki was very happy. She took Treve's hand.
"Good. Then there's no need to wait. Let's do it tonight. Change your clothes and come find me. I'll wait for you."
Treve understood the words "I'll wait for you."
Her face turned red, and she softly replied, "Mm."
After returning to her room, Shirayuki changed into her training clothes.
She sat on the bed, waiting for Treve to finish preparing and come over.
Time passed minute by minute.
Shirayuki yawned.
The sky outside had already gone completely dark, and there was still no sign of Treve.
So slow…
Not only was Treve bad at housework, she was also this slow with training. The last person who wasted this much time was Meisho Doto, and her housekeeping ability was also disaster-level.
Taking off her shoes, Shirayuki lay down on the bed.
Hearing the ticking of the clock, Shirayuki closed her eyes.
That morning, Chiya had once again been thoroughly beaten down by Bayley's training and was completely exhausted. He had gone back and fallen asleep early. Shirayuki was also affected by Chiya, and now that she was lying on the bed, drowsiness quickly came over her.
Seeing that Treve still had not arrived, Shirayuki decided to rest her eyes for a while and relax her body. Treve would wake her when she came.
Shirayuki curled up and gradually began breathing evenly.
At some unknown time, the sound of clothes rustling came from inside the room.
Opening her eyes slightly, Shirayuki looked toward the bedside in a daze.
She saw Treve in a white sleep outfit. Under the moonlight, her pale skin looked clear and soft, with faint girlish pink at her joints. Her figure was lightly outlined beneath the fabric.
Treve raised a finger to her lips.
"Shh… Sorry, Shirayuki. I'm late."
Why is Treve in my room?
My room…
No, I should be sleeping with Chiya.
There's only me here.
In other words, I'm dreaming…
Shirayuki closed her eyes again and fell back asleep.
The bed creaked softly.
Treve lay down beside her.
"Tre… ve…"
Hearing Shirayuki murmur her name, Treve smiled.
After Shirayuki left earlier, Treve's master had come by. She had greatly praised Treve's clean and tidy room, even calling it the greatest miracle of the twenty-first century.
Dealing with her had delayed Treve for quite a while. When she returned, she found Shirayuki already asleep.
She must have fallen asleep while waiting for her.
Treve felt a little guilty.
She looked at Shirayuki's face and noticed that she was wearing training clothes.
Does someone wear this to sleep?
Treve tilted her head.
She thought Shirayuki had probably worn the wrong thing.
How careless. Her housework ability was clearly so strong, yet she was careless about this kind of thing.
Treve gently brushed aside Shirayuki's bangs, her lips curving slightly.
Training clothes would not do. They were dirty, and sleeping in them would not be good for her skin.
Treve prepared to help Shirayuki change.
She unzipped the jacket and removed the outer layer. The girl's delicate skin was revealed beneath.
Looking at Shirayuki's smooth stomach, Treve's heart began to beat faster.
Come to think of it, she had promised Shirayuki that she would comfort her tonight.
But Shirayuki had fallen asleep.
Even so, Treve did not want to break her promise. If she had agreed to do something, she wanted to follow through.
Besides, she and Shirayuki had accepted each other. It should be fine to take care of her a little, even while she was asleep.
Thinking this, Treve leaned down.
She caught the faint, enticing scent on Shirayuki, something like milk and flowers mixed together.
If she remembered correctly, the videos had done something like this…
Treve lowered her head and gently touched Shirayuki's stomach with her lips.
Lying on the bed, Shirayuki shifted slightly and made a comfortable sound, then hugged Treve's head.