"Trainer, your muscles are pretty nice."
Gold Ship used essential oil to work open Fujiwara Chiya's back, clicking her tongue in admiration as she did.
Enduring her old-man-like comments, Fujiwara Chiya's eye twitched.
"Thanks for the compliment."
When something was abnormal, there had to be a catch.
The moment Fujiwara Chiya saw that Gold Ship had prepared essential oil and a massage outfit, he felt that her purpose was definitely not simple. Faced with Gold Ship's invitation, Fujiwara Chiya decisively refused.
However, Gold Ship did not care what he said at all. She simply slipped straight into the room.
As expected of the world's freest uma musume, she never looked at anyone's expression before doing anything.
After being exhausted all day, Fujiwara Chiya no longer had the energy to argue with Gold Ship. Once he made her promise that she would not secretly do anything bad, he went along with it.
Besides, Gold Ship might be unhinged, but she could still keep a promise when she made one.
Probably.
"Trainer, this slender waist of yours is just like a girl's."
After finishing his back, Gold Ship's hands moved to Fujiwara Chiya's waist, rubbing along both sides.
Her lively fingers massaged his skin while sliding over it. Fujiwara Chiya endured the waves of pleasant comfort and silently praised her.
Gold Ship, this girl, is way too good at this!
"My waist is a standard male waist."
"Shouldn't a standard male waist have a little belly in front? Why don't you have one? Not only do you not have a belly, you don't really have much muscle either."
As she said that, Gold Ship's oil-covered hands brushed over Fujiwara Chiya's sides a few more times. The smooth comfort made Fujiwara Chiya's thighs tense.
"You're like a dancer. Ever thought about going into dance, Trainer?"
"Why are you talking so much? Also, keep your hands under control."
"I'm deepening my bond with Trainer. I have to say something, right?"
Gold Ship patted his back.
A trainer who could bare his shoulders and let an uma musume massage his back was probably one of a kind in all of Tracen. Fujiwara Chiya had never heard of any other trainer deepening bonds with an uma musume like this.
And with topics this outrageous, too.
"I've been searching for Trainer's secret all this time, and in the end, I discovered it."
"Discovered what…?"
"Trainer, you're really pretty lewd, aren't you?"
"Hah?"
"Come on, every time during training, you stare at uma musume's waists and hips. When you pass by a lingerie store, you look at the outfits on the mannequins, and you even look like you want to reach out and touch them. Every time Rice Shower comes to your room, she leaves looking all flushed and glossy. It's clear that Trainer has reached a certain level of carnivorousness. Plus, Trainer is only interested in uma musume. No matter how pretty human girls are, you don't give them a second look. All I can say is, your job and your preferences are a perfect match."
"Don't just make up nonsense over there!"
Pinned beneath Gold Ship, Fujiwara Chiya defended himself.
"When I look at uma musume, I'm observing their movements. For the clothes, I'm looking at the brand. As for Rice Shower, that's… well, um…"
"Admit it, Trainer. Your true nature is lewd."
"No. Impossible. I'm a very rational man!"
"Reason is helpless before desire."
As she said that, Gold Ship raised her hand and lightly smacked Fujiwara Chiya's backside.
"Ugh! Gold Ship!"
"I'm giving you a massage. Patting helps relieve fatigue. You run so much every day, so your lower body must be exhausted. I'm helping you relax. Aren't you grateful?"
"If you're relaxing something, it should be my thighs!"
"Don't question my professionalism."
"What professionalism? You don't have any!"
"What's wrong, Trainer? You won't let me pat you? Did it hurt, or did it excite you?"
"What the hell, why do you sound exactly like a perverted uncle?"
"I am currently digging deep into the desires inside Trainer's heart. Your true nature is that of a breeding stallion."
"Cut it out!"
"Oh? Then let me touch you a few more times, and afterward, turn over so I can check your condition. I'll do what you said and help relax your thighs."
As she spoke, Gold Ship's hand slid down along Fujiwara Chiya's waist and began massaging near his inner thigh.
Fujiwara Chiya's whole body immediately went tense.
That was way too close!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"See? What did I say? Heh… Trainer, just admit your lewd nature already."
Gold Ship shook her head.
"I knew you didn't have good intentions with this massage. After all that, it turns out you only came here because you couldn't find anyone else to mess with, so you decided to mess with me!"
Fujiwara Chiya stopped her increasingly dangerous hands.
"This isn't messing with you."
Gold Ship clenched her fist.
"Every day, I see Trainer covered in dirt and exhausted, while I can't do anything to help. After painful reflection, I wanted to do something for you. In the end, I thought of using talk therapy and massage to help you relieve stress. Don't you feel it, Trainer? While chatting with me, your soul has been purified."
"All I feel is that you labelled me as some old pervert."
"Trainer, do you dare turn around and say that?"
"…That is a normal physiological reaction every man has. I refuse to explain further."
Gold Ship snorted.
"How could Trainer's little thoughts possibly escape the eyes of the great Gold Ship-sama? I, Gold Ship, have long since seen through everything."
"Then you really are amazing."
Fujiwara Chiya yawned.
Although Gold Ship spoke like a perverted uncle, she was still unmistakably an uma musume. Her small hands felt soft, tender, and comfortable against his body. Behind him, she patted and kneaded him with just the right amount of strength. Under Gold Ship's palms and the essential oil, the fatigue from the day gradually faded away.
Fujiwara Chiya began to feel drowsy.
Gold Ship silently closed her mouth.
Ten minutes later, Fujiwara Chiya drifted into sleep.
Watching the man's body rise and fall with his breathing, Gold Ship climbed off him.
She used a towel to wipe his body clean, then turned him over.
"And he still says he isn't lewd."
Gold Ship glanced downward.
If the fabric had not been sturdy enough, it probably would not have held up.
Maybe the reason Trainer had become more and more feminine was because all his male characteristics had concentrated in one place.
It was honestly impressive that Rice Shower's small frame could handle him.
Where did all of that even go?
Gold Ship covered Fujiwara Chiya with a blanket.
Today, she really had come to help Fujiwara Chiya relax.
Lewd or not, Gold Ship had never said there was anything wrong with Fujiwara Chiya being like that. On the contrary, she felt that a trainer who was this straightforward was much better than those indecisive types.
At first, Gold Ship had only thought this trainer seemed easy to fool, and that teasing him in the future would probably be interesting.
She had not expected his personality to suit her taste so well.
"Still, if you want to capture the great Gold Ship-sama, it'll be a little difficult."
Since you've worked so hard, I'll give you a little reward.
Gold Ship took off her hat.
Her smooth silver-white hair slipped down along her shoulders. Her face looked very similar to Mejiro McQueen's, also carrying the features of a young lady from a good family. It was just that normally, she was always baring her fangs and claws, so no one could tell.
A quiet Gold Ship was extremely lovely.
Kneeling at the head of the bed, Gold Ship's beautiful pink eyes shimmered faintly. She closed her eyes, preparing to reward Fujiwara Chiya with a kiss.
"…Hm? Gold Ship, what are you do—gh!"
The pleasant sensation vanished.
Fujiwara Chiya opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could see anything clearly, his forehead took a direct heavy blow.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Gold Ship blew on her fist.
The soft, graceful look from just now disappeared completely.
"You really can't let your guard down for even a second, huh, Trainer?"