While Mizuno’s consciousness was pulled into Fortune’s mindspace, from Gold Ship’s point of view, Mizuno had just rolled his eyes back in shock and fainted dead away on the bed, motionless.
“Playing dead?” Gold Ship narrowed her eyes suspiciously, not buying for a second that Mizuno’s nerves were so weak he’d pass out just from a little threat.
To test if he was faking, Gold Ship leaned close to his ear, whispering ambiguously:
“Mizuno-dono…”
“Trainer~”
“Darling~”
“Honey~”
She ran through a whole list of sweet nicknames—any other time, they’d have Mizuno popping his eyes open, frantically begging her not to Uma Pyoi him…
But now, nothing. Not a twitch, not even when she experimentally licked his earlobe—just the same unresponsive, unconscious state.
“Really scared him out cold?” Gold Ship’s mood faltered.
Her plan had been to scare Fortune out by pretending she was going to do Mizuno for real.
Based on Mizuno’s reactions earlier, she knew that goddess was awake, probably hiding somewhere in his body, watching the situation unfold.
So, threaten Mizuno, make him feel in real danger, and Fortune would probably pop out to rescue him.
But Mizuno passing out completely—this wasn’t in the plan.
If the “employee” is KO’d, how was she supposed to draw out the real boss?
Was she supposed to just sit here and wait for him to wake up, then threaten him all over again?
“Guh…”
Gold Ship stared at Mizuno beneath her, eyes lowered, drooling from the corner of her mouth.
This guy was the same type as her: totally weird, nothing like a normal person. But when he was quiet, he was a full-on beautiful boy.
Gold Ship brushed her finger over his lips, remembering that sweet taste just moments ago. Her thighs fidgeted, a wild, uncontrollable urge welling up inside.
Maybe… she should just quit pretending to threaten and really do it…
Anyway, Gold Ship didn’t think she’d ever like any other boring man. No matter how excellent someone else was, if they didn’t match her wavelength, if their hearts didn’t sync, they could never become her kind—never set foot in her “alien territory.”
And, in her mind, Mizuno was never getting out of this basement, never touching another woman except her…
So—
Might as well go all the way now! Take his first time for real!
Three times—no, ten! Try it ten times just for fun!
She wasn’t even into sex, honestly!
Choosing to abandon thinking and follow her species’ instincts, going wild with a human—she’d always found that boring. As the original alien weirdo, there were so many more interesting things she could be doing.
But Mizuno’s Uma Mint scent was just too much! Totally irresistible! Even she couldn’t suppress the urge to attack him when he was totally defenseless—especially after tasting his saliva.
She didn’t like sex, she told herself—this was just hands-on research, a little experiment in biological reproduction, and maybe to find out what pregnancy felt like. Definitely no personal feelings involved!
As for scaring out that Fortune goddess, she’d deal with that after scratching this itch in her belly!
“Why hesitate? Let’s do it!” Gold Ship panted, face flushed, her brain frantically telling her ovaries to pump out hormones.
Her species’ urge to breed, amplified by Uma Mint, sent her desire to make a baby skyrocketing. That was why, in Mizuno’s mindspace, the warning light was so quickly turning red.
Even if they were closer than blood brothers…
“Bro, you smell amazing!” Gold Ship’s eyes spun like mosquito coils, mind almost completely drowned in desire.
Her instincts drowned out reason. Gold Ship surrendered, becoming a slave to Uma Mint.
Judging by her cycle, she was right at her ovulation peak—if she “jumped” him now, there was no question she’d get pregnant.
Well, she always thought being the only alien on Earth was lonely, so why not make more of her kind with her best bro? Fill her lonely “alien territory” with new kin!
Any child she and her bro made together would definitely match her frequency—
They had to!
“Bro, lend me your genes!” Gold Ship made up her mind: no more pretending.
But just as her hand reached for Mizuno’s most important part, a clear, lively girl’s voice rang out in her ear.
“Stop right there!”
With a sprinkle of starlight, a golden-haired goddess appeared in a rush, floating out of Mizuno’s body and dropping to her knees on the bed—helping clutch at Mizuno’s waistband.
“Keep your hands where I can see them!”
Fortune’s sudden arrival instantly snapped Gold Ship out of her hormone fog.
“So you finally decided to show yourself?” Gold Ship shook her head, banishing her illicit thoughts.
If that goddess hadn’t shown up now, she really would’ve gone through with it.
Just one second later, and she’d have become something way more than just “best bros” with Mizuno…
Gold Ship raised her head, sizing up the golden-haired goddess beside her—one who looked eerily similar to the evil god from the warehouse, but with a totally different aura. She grumbled, annoyed:
“So you’re that useless ‘unqualified boss’ Mizuno-dono always complains about? Fortune?”
Gold Ship tried to poke Fortune, but her hand passed right through—just as expected from a being made of energy.
“Hey! Mind your words! How am I unqualified? I’m a capable, caring boss—nothing like the way he describes! Right, servant?”
Fortune turned to Mizuno, whose consciousness had just returned, seeking backup.
Mizuno didn’t answer, just shot her a look of utter disdain.
“Servant?!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Mizuno went along with her, but his expression was pure scorn.
Gold Ship’s eyes narrowed; that was all the confirmation she needed that Mizuno was being squeezed dry by this goddess.
I can’t let Mizuno-dono suffer anymore… Gold Ship bit her lip, making up her mind.
She suddenly flung herself over Mizuno, wrapping her arms around his neck, using her body to shield him, then looked over at Fortune, excitement bright in her eyes:
“Goddess of Fortune, there’s something I want to tell you!”
“I’m strong—really strong! Way stronger than this guy!”
“As an Uma Musume, I’m physically better, and unlike him, I don’t have this Uma Mint body that forces me to hide all the time.”
“No matter if you want me to run races, risk my life fighting evil gods, or just mess with me for your own fun—whatever! I can handle it! I’m way more useful than him!”
“Let me take his place—make me your servant!”
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