Umamusume: Full of Flavor! [11]

A week had passed since Special Week returned.

Over the course of that week, she had grown increasingly convinced that Silence Suzuka was acting very strangely.

First, there was the drastic reduction in her running. Five kilometers in the morning and five at night, both at an easy warm-up pace—even Special Week thought that wasn’t enough. Yet Suzuka always seemed perfectly satisfied afterward and refused to run so much as one extra meter, insisting that it was all part of her Trainer’s plan.

It would have been one thing if she had merely cut back on running, but Special Week also often saw her sitting at her desk, writing…

No, she wasn’t writing anything. She was just spinning her pen.

Special Week had often seen Suzuka spin a pen before, but back then, it had only been an unconscious habit while she was thinking.

Now, however, she seemed to be deliberately practicing. She had become so skilled that she could make the pen whirl like a helicopter rotor.

Suzuka really was amazing!

But… amazing or not, even Special Week, who usually supported Suzuka without question, couldn’t see the point this time.

How was pen-spinning supposed to help with training?

On top of that, Suzuka’s old habit of walking in counterclockwise circles had disappeared. She seemed to be deliberately holding herself back.

Still, those things were at least somewhat understandable. What was truly strange was that every afternoon, Suzuka would go alone to see the rookie Trainer coaching her.

That in itself was perfectly normal. Of course an Umamusume needed daily guidance from her Trainer, and they were meeting inside the academy, so it certainly wasn’t a date or anything…

But the fact that neither of them could be found anywhere was deeply suspicious.

The summer training camp had not ended yet, and neither Special Week’s Trainer nor the rest of her teammates had returned. With no classes at the academy, Special Week had far too much free time, so she wanted to train with Suzuka. Yet every afternoon, Suzuka vanished without a trace.

Over the past week, Special Week had searched practically every corner of the enormous academy: the classroom building, the courtyard, the rooftop, the cafeteria, the school store, the training grounds, the gym, the pool, the dance studio, the library, the nurse’s office, the research building—even the Trainers’ office building and the garden with the statues of the Three Goddesses.

But she had never once found the two of them.

In other words, once Suzuka entered the training room, she never came back out until shortly before dinner!

She wasn’t running or studying, so what were they doing in there? Even if they were preparing for a race, they couldn’t possibly need to discuss it for hours every single day!

Besides, Suzuka’s next race hadn’t even been decided yet, had it? Then it couldn’t be a pre-race strategy meeting. And even if it were, they wouldn’t need to hold so many of them!

Which meant the two of them had to be doing something in secret inside the training room!

Could it be… that Suzuka was being “coerced” by her Trainer?!

That was it! That had to be it!

Suzuka had already been asked to leave once by her previous Trainer, so she didn’t want to be abandoned again. That was why she obeyed her new Trainer’s every command… and then this wicked Trainer forced the delicate Suzuka to become his “personal mount”!

Of course, even the slightest consideration of reality would have made it obvious that this was impossible. The academy had explicitly banned romantic relationships, never mind something as serious as coercion.

Besides, given an Umamusume’s physical abilities, there was no way a human could overpower one. The reverse was far more likely…

All Suzuka had to do was resist and report him to the academy. Haruto Akiyama’s reputation would be destroyed overnight, he would be permanently driven out of the racing world, and in a more serious case, he might even be sent to prison.

But none of that occurred to Special Week. For one thing, she had decided that the gentle Suzuka was a delicate girl who needed protection. For another…

All those humiliation-themed dirty doujinshi she had read in the past were affecting her intelligence.

Special Week possessed a surprisingly extensive amount of “theoretical knowledge,” all “thanks” to her blonde adoptive mother from overseas. Her mother held relatively open-minded views on such matters and had taught Special Week what she needed to know from an early age. As a result, Special Week knew far more about health and physical education than the innocent, ignorant Suzuka.

In other words, Special Week was a closet pervert.

That said, she had only learned about such things from a critical perspective and strongly rejected impure behavior. Even for the purpose of having children, she found such shameless acts far too filthy!

She believed Umamusume should remain pure. After all, they were special beings born under the blessing of the Three Goddesses.

And with the blessing of the Three Goddesses, they could have children without performing that disgusting act at all!

What Special Week did not know was that the blessing of the Three Goddesses was exceptionally precious and rare. For an ordinary family, the odds of having an Umamusume child were about the same as winning the lottery…

Reliably giving birth to an Umamusume was nearly impossible.

Unless one could obtain “seed.”

But that was not a secret an ordinary Umamusume was permitted to know.

In any case, after failing to find Suzuka and her Trainer anywhere, Special Week’s anxiety had finally reached its limit.

In her fantasies, Suzuka had already been left flushed and breathless by her wicked Trainer, covered in snowy white…

A small part of her wanted to see Suzuka looking so pitiful and vulnerable, but in the end, her sense of justice and concern for her dearest friend triumphed over her filthy thoughts.

Determined to rescue Suzuka, Special Week decided she would secretly follow her that afternoon and expose the wicked Trainer once and for all!

Special Week did not realize that she had already taken her first step toward becoming a stalker.

And so, after the two of them finished lunch together that day, Suzuka said goodbye to Special Week as usual and headed toward Haruto Akiyama’s training room.

Special Week secretly followed her.

Suzuka entered the training room with a radiant smile she had never once shown Special Week. Once the door closed, Special Week crept up to it, crouched down, and pressed an ear against it to eavesdrop.

An Umamusume’s hearing was three times as sensitive as a human’s and extended to much higher frequencies. Even through the door, she could clearly make out the voices inside.

“You’re here, Suzuka.”

“Yes… I’ll be counting on you again today.”

“Then we’ll do the same as usual. We’ll start with the basics.”

“All right.”

It sounded like perfectly ordinary training.

But why did they have to do it inside the training room? If it was strength training, wouldn’t the gym be better?

Just as Special Week began to wonder, her ears picked up Suzuka’s suggestive gasps.

“Mmph…! Trainer… I-I can’t take much more…!”

“Hang in there, Suzuka. We’re almost done.”

“Yes…!”

“Lift your leg higher.”

“All right… mmph…”

“Higher. You need to at least get it onto my shoulder.”

“Yes…! I’ll… take it, Trainer!”

No, no, no!

No matter how she looked at it, they had already started!

If she didn’t burst in now, when would she?!

Special Week immediately threw open the door and shouted, “Suzuka! Don’t be afraid! I’m coming to—!”

Save you.

The rest of the words never made it out, because the scene inside the training room looked nothing like the mosaic-censored image in her imagination.

There was someone riding an Umamusume, all right—but it wasn’t the kind of “riding” she had imagined.

Suzuka was holding a plank on a yoga mat. Her Trainer was fully dressed, sitting cross-legged on her back with a stopwatch in hand.

An ordinary plank was far too easy for an Umamusume. They could hold one all day without difficulty, so extra weight was necessary.

On top of that, Suzuka had raised her left leg high and rested her heel on Haruto’s shoulder, holding herself up with only her right foot. It was a plank leg raise, making the exercise even more difficult.

“Huh? Spe-chan? Ah…!”

THUD.

Distracted by Special Week’s sudden entrance, Suzuka lost her balance and collapsed onto the yoga mat.

Haruto hurriedly got off her, afraid he might injure her lower back.

Fortunately, Suzuka was flat as a board… Otherwise, being flattened like that would definitely have hurt.

“Uh…”

THUD.

After realizing that the truth was entirely respectable, Special Week also dropped to her knees and slumped forward into a dejected OTZ pose.

She suddenly understood that the whole thing had existed only in her imagination.

She had been the indecent one all along…

Just what had she been thinking?!

I am not a sexually frustrated, horny Umamusume…!

I! Am! Not!

T/N: SPECIAL WEEK OMGGGG

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