“Now you can talk, right?”
Hishi Amazon tossed the torn-off tape aside, folded her arms, and continued asking Mizuno curiously, “Why aren’t you scared?”
Logically speaking, anyone who got kidnapped and taken to an unfamiliar place would inevitably be afraid. They would either scream themselves hoarse or tremble all over. That was how it always went on TV.
But not only had this guy not panicked, he even had the leisure to observe his surroundings. Should she call him brave, or just plain stupid?
“Sigh…”
Faced with Amazon’s question, Mizuno’s expression shifted slightly, and he could not help sighing. His tone was heavy with worry. “It’s fine, I guess. Mainly because I’m used to it.”
“Oh? Used to it?” Mizuno’s answer made Hishi Amazon even more curious, and she leaned closer. “Have you been kidnapped a lot before?”
“More or less.”
“How many times?”
“Uh… I haven’t counted. Probably five or six times already.”
“Huh?!” Hishi Amazon was stunned by Mizuno’s answer.
Five or six times?! Was this guy the heroine of some Mary Sue novel? Was he born with a natural constitution for getting kidnapped?
But thinking about it, that was normal too. Who told this guy to smell so good, as tempting as a carrot coated in golden honey? Add in that face of his, which made an Umamusume’s protective instincts surge, and that voice that made her lower abdomen heat and itch—if he had not been kidnapped by a few Umamusume before, it would almost be a waste of that body of his.
“Guh…”
Though Hishi Amazon really wanted to ask how Mizuno had escaped his previous kidnappings, as she smelled the sweetness drifting from him, an even more curious question immediately rose in her mind, one she wanted Mizuno to answer.
“Tell me the truth. Are you a carrot spirit?” Hishi Amazon planted her hands on her hips and leaned down, her presence aggressive. Only, she herself did not notice that this posture left the front of her chest a little exposed, allowing Mizuno to see things through her collar that he should not have seen.
B92, spaghetti straps, black-and-white stripes.
“Huh?” Mizuno froze, then awkwardly looked away. “What do you mean?”
“I mean it literally!” Seeing Mizuno avert his gaze, Hishi Amazon thought he was feeling guilty, so she pinched his cheek and forced him to look this way.
“The carrot smell on you is way too strong! You’re practically a carrot that turned into a spirit!”
“That… is probably a coincidence…” Mizuno found that he could not turn his head away, so he could only shift his eyes outward in opposite directions like a flounder. The handsome young man instantly looked a little mentally challenged.
“How could it be a coincidence!” Hishi Amazon frowned and plopped herself down on Mizuno’s knees. Then she grabbed the hand he had cut earlier, pointed at the carrot-shaped bandage on his finger, and pressed him aggressively. “Your blood is sweet! When I got hurt before, I tasted my own blood, and it was obviously salty, but your blood is as sweet as honey. How do you explain that?”
“Uh… I drank too much Honey Drink…”
“Liar!”
Because Mizuno’s excuse was far too strained, Amazon did not believe him at all and silently labeled him a liar in her heart.
“You’ve tricked a lot of people, haven’t you?” Hishi Amazon narrowed her eyes dangerously.
“Uh…”
Mizuno lowered his head guiltily, unable to refute it.
For his own benefit, or for someone else’s, he really had told plenty of lies. That much could not be denied. As for exactly how many people he had tricked… did you remember how many slices of bread you had eaten?
“Hah! I got it right, didn’t I!” Hishi Amazon happily raised her head, her Umamusume ears bouncing atop it. She felt proud of her clever self for seeing through the other party’s lie.
“Hmph-hmph-hmph~”
Just as Hishi Amazon was immersed in her victory, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind her.
Hishi Amazon looked back and found that Fuji Kiseki had returned.
“Huh? Why are you back so soon?”
Fuji Kiseki shook her head, took off her mud-stained shoes, neatly placed them on the shoe rack, then stepped onto the wooden floor in her white socks. “I had not gone far when I received word from a kouhai.”
“Security at the academy has started getting very tight. President Rudolf has gathered a large number of security personnel and is searching everywhere inside the academy for traces of us.”
“And that little blue-rose Umamusume seems very angry. I probably can’t get anywhere near that side while carrying this.” Fuji Kiseki took the Fortune sachet from her pocket and tossed it onto the table.
“Rice Shower!”
The instant Mizuno saw Rice Shower’s sachet, he got so worked up that he tried to stand.
“Don’t move!” Hishi Amazon immediately straddled Mizuno’s stomach and pinned him down hard, threatening him fiercely. “Stay here quietly! Don’t even think about going out and harming other Umamusume again!”
“Harm? How could I possibly harm Umamusume?” Mizuno argued.
“Really?” Fuji Kiseki leaned against the wall and looked down at Mizuno from above. “Do you want to know how exactly I found out you were the mysterious man?”
Then Fuji Kiseki told them everything: how she had smelled the strange scent in the air, followed it all the way to the Student Council, and overheard Symboli Rudolf, Air Groove, and Maruzensky discussing last night’s great battle.
“Hah?! He did it with President Rudolf and the others?!” Hishi Amazon cried out in shock, her cheeks instantly coloring with the shy blush of a girl with no experience in such matters. The way she looked at Mizuno also gained a trace of disdain. “So you’re a scumbag!”
“I was forced!” Mizuno argued with every bit of reason he had. “And I’m a pure-love guy! I’m not the kind of scumbag who refuses to take responsibility for girls and throws them away after using them!”
“Don’t believe you.” Hishi Amazon curled the corners of her mouth in disgust. “You had relations with three Umamusume in a row, and you’re calling that pure love?”
“That…”
Mizuno was briefly at a loss, unsure how to explain.
Normal pure love was one-on-one. If it developed into one-on-many, then it did seem like it had somewhat strayed from the category of pure love…
But that was not the point. The point was that Mizuno had been forced!
“If I say I’m the victim, would you believe me?” Mizuno’s expression was serious, his attitude sincere.
“…”
But Fuji Kiseki and Hishi Amazon merely exchanged a look, then shook their heads.
“Guh…”
Mizuno was deeply wounded, tears spinning in his eyes.
What was wrong with this era? Why did no one believe victims even when they told the truth?
“Ahem!” Seeing Mizuno looking all teary like that, Hishi Amazon forcibly suppressed the urge in her heart to pounce on him. Folding her arms, she delivered her righteous judgment.
“In any case, there’s no way we’ll let a dangerous guy like you go out and keep harming Umamusume! And we won’t let you have impure relations with any other Umamusume either! You’re staying here with us forever!”
“As for whether we’ll be seduced by you and end up putting our hands on you…”
Hishi Amazon swallowed, but still proudly puffed out her chest.
“Hmph! On my honor as a dorm supervisor, don’t even dream of it!”
T/N: welp time to seduce them
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