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"It was last night... Urara wanted to go sleep with Trainer, but then I saw Seiun Sky."
"Urara thought she was just going to the bathroom, but she actually went into Trainer's room... Later, Urara heard Trainer and Seiun kissing sounds."
"Seiun even said she likes Trainer... Wuwu... If Trainer likes Seiun, does that mean he doesn't like Urara anymore?!"
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After holding it in all day, Urara clung tightly to Lucian, pouring out all her grievances through tears into his ear. Her little mouth kept going nonstop, never pausing.
Actually, Lucian had already understood the reason for her sadness the moment she spoke her first sentence.
After all this, it turned out Urara had also wanted to sneak into his room at night but was beaten to it by Seiun Sky.
"This matter..." Now that he knew the cause, Lucian found himself at a loss for how to comfort her.
He gently patted Urara's back. "Even if Trainer likes Seiun, that doesn't mean he doesn't like Urara anymore. He would never abandon Urara."
"It's not the same, it's not the same..." Urara suddenly pushed Lucian away with surprising strength. "Urara isn't stupid! If Trainer really likes Urara, why have you never kissed Urara?"
"Why can you do that with Seiun?"
"Urara doesn't want this kind of liking..."
Urara's face darkened as she slowly backed Lucian into a corner.
The long-lurking black mist surged forth once more, pitch-dark like ink, filling Urara's pupils.
Fear rose in Lucian's heart, and he instinctively retreated.
He discovered another use for his blessed eyes—right now, he could clearly sense Urara's extreme emotional instability.
The dark aura spreading behind her was like countless writhing tails, dancing wildly as they enveloped him from all directions, as if ready to devour him whole.
Lucian kept stepping back, but his heel suddenly touched something cold—he had reached the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat.
He realized these horse girls didn't turn into zombies or yanderes for no reason.
They could easily overpower him!
"Is Trainer scared of Urara? No... Urara likes Trainer so much—the kind of liking where I want to be Trainer's wife."
After backing Lucian into the corner, Urara didn't advance further. Instead, she lifted her face, dark as still water...
Then, suddenly, her lips split into a smile, like a wound carved by a knife, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lucian.
Yet the dark aura behind her grew even stronger, like a raging inferno.
"Urara..." Lucian gulped, his mind racing. "Trainer never said he doesn't like you. And he never said his liking for you isn't the kind you're thinking of."
Honestly, Lucian had never seen Urara as a daughter or a sister—that kind of cliché dynamic.
As for those who did treat her like a daughter...
Lucian: Father-in-law, I humbly ask—is it safe to park my ghost fire downstairs?
"Then why didn't Trainer..."
"It's not something you can just do whenever! Otherwise, wouldn't Trainer just be some careless, frivolous person? Seiun's actions... were like how Urara wanted to come sleep with Trainer."
Explaining further was pointless.
Lucian had once read novels about yanderes and knew he had to take control, to be dominant and suppress Urara's yandere tendencies before they fully manifested.
He didn't want to end up like that guy Makoto or Louis XVI—no, his fate would probably be worse than Makoto's, comparable only to Shang Yang's brutal execution.
With that thought, Lucian didn't hesitate any longer. He pulled Urara back into his embrace.
Despite her earlier overwhelming aura, Urara didn't resist as he held her.
"Now, let Trainer explain what kind of liking he has for Urara, okay?"
Lucian pressed his lips to Urara's, displaying his skilled kissing technique as her pupils trembled in shock.
Her pale, paper-like lips were now being carefully colored by Lucian, as if he were an artist.
He guided Urara, letting their lips drown in each other...
The passionate kiss was like a sudden downpour, falling softly yet steadily, bit by bit extinguishing the black flames behind Urara.
Her pitch-black eyes also seemed to gradually regain clarity, though her lips, now moistened, still lacked color.
It was working!
Just as Lucian prepared to press forward and completely dispel Urara's extreme emotions, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed, followed by a cacophony of voices.
"Trainer isn't in his room?"
"I knocked earlier—no one answered."
"Urara isn't in her room either."
"She's not in the kitchen either. Did they go out? Or are they at the hot springs?"
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Lucian stiffened, releasing Urara's lips as he nervously glanced toward the changing room's entrance.
He was so close to succeeding—why did they have to come back now?! He absolutely didn't want to be seen by everyone like this.
"Trainer..."
Her voice was no longer as cold and weak as before.
But the result wasn't necessarily better for Lucian.
Because now, Urara exhaled scorching breaths, her lips curling into a sickly smile. Though her voice was soft, it trembled, as if concealing endless desire and madness.
Lucian could almost see two solid pink hearts in Urara's eyes—and right at their centers, his own reflection was engraved.
"Not enough... Urara wants more kisses, more and more..."
Urara wasn't deaf to the voices outside.
She refused to let anyone ruin this moment, so she grabbed Lucian's wrist.
Before Silence Suzuka and the others could find them, Urara dragged Lucian into the changing room's closet.
The closet was tall enough for Lucian, but it was so narrow that only by pressing Urara tightly against him could they both fit.
Since Lucian couldn't crouch, Urara clung to him, lifting herself up like a vine coiling around a tree.
"Trainer, Urara still isn't satisfied... More kisses..."
"Trainer, do you hear me? Hurry up and kiss Urara."
"If we're quiet, no one will notice."
Another one who had tasted the forbidden fruit and now craved more.
Urara was like a starving beggar, throwing herself into the arms of bread, devouring it desperately.
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"Trainer?"
The curtain to the men's bath was pushed aside again.
Silence Suzuka and the others had returned, filing into the changing room one after another.
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