When Mizuno heard Gold Ship declare that they were no longer brothers, there was no mistaking it—his heart shattered.
It felt like one of those melodramatic romance dramas, where two guys who used to share a bed, feed each other, do everything together, suddenly turn into bitter rivals fighting over a bad woman—Fortune—even coming to blows.
If he had a choice, Mizuno would never want things to break off with Gold Ship. He’d rather keep messing around, bantering, and being best bros forever.
But for a higher goal, there was nothing he could do to salvage what they had.
This was a trial—a test from the past. Growing up meant overcoming your childish self, and sometimes, letting go of even your best memories to protect someone else.
Still, right now, Mizuno had a serious, immediate problem…
Why, exactly, was Broshi’s way of breaking up their brotherhood trying to Uma Pyoi him?
“Huh?!” Mizuno stared up at Gold Ship, straddling him, as a bead of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth and landed on his chest. He freaked out.
“Oi—Broshi?! What are you doing?!”
“Heh, what do you think?” Gold Ship wiped away the drool, hand drifting across his chest muscles.
“Obviously, I’m going to do you. I’ll keep going until you give in!”
“This is a joke, right? Tell me you’re joking?!” Mizuno’s voice wavered.
“A joke?” Gold Ship snorted, eyes cold as she started pulling at her clothes. “Then just treat it like a joke. Same as all those times we played Uma Pyoi—just lie there and let me handle things up top!”
“Oi!”
Mizuno’s face turned ghostly white as he watched her strip down to her underwear. He couldn’t believe his best bro was actually about to jump him.
But from her deliberate movements, the seriousness burning in her eyes, he could tell—this wasn’t a bluff. This time, Broshi was absolutely serious.
“No, no way!” Mizuno yelped in panic.
Getting your bro to take your first time… That was too much.
Imagine it—being so close to a guy friend you’ve promised to be each other’s best man, and then one night he climbs into bed, says he’s going to take your virginity for you—how is that not terrifying?
Sure, Gold Ship was a stone-cold beauty, probably the prettiest girl at all of Tracen, but with her unhinged behavior and Mizuno’s complete “bro filter,” he’d never thought of her in any romantic way.
But now, to be Uma Pyoied by his own bro? Mizuno just couldn’t accept it.
“Now you’re scared?” Gold Ship leaned in, pressing those two soft mounds—barely contained by her black lace bra—against his chest, eyes burning, fixed on Mizuno’s panicked face.
“If you don’t want me to Uma Pyoi you, hand her over.”
“No!” Mizuno shook his head, deadly serious.
“Then that’s that…” Gold Ship’s eyes narrowed, both hands cupping his face as she asked:
“You ever kissed a girl before?”
“No…wait—mmph!!”
Before he could finish, Gold Ship’s lips were already on his.
“?!”
Mizuno froze, then started to struggle, but there was no breaking free from the grip of a teenage Uma Musume. He was completely pinned.
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The kiss, fully dominated by Gold Ship, went on for thirty seconds before she finally broke away.
Mizuno lay there, limp, staring up at the ceiling, eyes hollow.
He couldn’t believe it—or rather, he didn’t want to believe it. Even after being surrounded by so many dangerous Uma Musume, he’d kept his first kiss all this time—only to lose it to the person he trusted most, his own bro.
“Gulp…”
Gold Ship swallowed, cheeks bright red.
“Well? That’s your punishment for not listening. Still want to refuse me?”
“I can’t give her up…mmph—”
He tried to speak, but Gold Ship silenced him with another kiss.
This one lasted over a minute. When she finally stopped, her horse ears twitched, her tail wrapped tightly around his leg, her breath coming hard, and her blushing face more captivating than ever.
“Gonna hand her over?”
Mizuno only shook his head.
So she doubled the punishment—a two-minute kiss, relentless.
“Hand her over?”
Gold Ship’s question came again, and her meaning was clear: if he refused, she’d keep going, longer each time.
“Wait!” Mizuno’s eyes filled with tears. “Broshi, please—stop now. If you apologize, I’ll pretend this never happened…mmph—”
…
Three minutes later, Gold Ship finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva stretching between them.
She was crying now too, tears streaming as she stared down at Mizuno’s hopeless face, her own heart twisting.
She didn’t want to ruin their brotherhood over a bad woman either—but if she wanted to protect him, if she wanted to take the servant’s burden herself, she had to crush his pride first.
So she grabbed his face, leaned in, and kissed him again.
…
Five minutes later…
“Haaah—”
Gold Ship pulled back, exhaling like she’d finished a workout.
“Broshi…you didn’t even ask this time…” Mizuno muttered weakly.
If he’d refused, he could at least understand why she punished him. But this time, she just did it—what was that supposed to mean?!
“Doesn’t matter!” Gold Ship licked her lips, eyes unfocused.
No wonder he’s Uma Mint. Not only did he smell like carrots—his spit tasted sweet. Way better than S-Grade Honey Drink.
He was never going to give in, so five more minutes of kissing would have to count as punishment for not confessing.
“Still not gonna agree? Guess the punishment needs to get heavier.” Gold Ship sat up, fingers reaching eagerly for Mizuno’s belt.
Alright then, time to get serious.
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