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Tokai Teio was the first to enter the changing room. She called out through the next curtain, "Trainer?"
"Not here either?" Special Week also walked in.
"Maybe the trainer just took Urara out for a walk and forgot his phone," Silence Suzuka suggested, thinking this was quite possible.
After all, Urara hadn't gone out much all day and might have pestered Lucian to take her outside.
Surely Urara and Lucian weren't in the hot springs too?
"What about the big dinner then? The trainer promised to prepare a big dinner tonight~" Tokai Teio's mind was still fixated on that.
However, no one considered the possibility of anything bad happening due to Lucian's temporary absence.
"Hey, look, what's this?" As they were about to leave, Special Week suddenly noticed the clothes in the basket. "The trainer's change of clothes? And also..."
"They must be old clothes~ Spe-chan, let's go~" Tokai Teio left without even looking back.
"Alright, Suzuka, let's go too."
"Mhm." Silence Suzuka gave the clothes a suspicious glance.
When she left in the morning, she had caught a glimpse and remembered that the underwear on the floor wasn't this one.
...
The three left the changing room and turned off the lights on their way out. The room dimmed, and the closet inside grew even darker.
No one could have guessed that a tree and a koala were hiding inside that closet.
"Trainer, you can talk now, trainer, trainer..." Urara whispered, finally removing her hand from Lucian's mouth. "They're all gone~"
Lucian took a deep breath, but it wasn't satisfying—the air wasn't fresh, filled instead with Urara's scent.
"Urara, let's sneak out quietly, okay?" Lucian proposed.
In this cramped space, he not only felt unbearably hot but also couldn't see whether the dark aura around Urara had dissipated due to the pitch-black darkness.
"No, I don't want to leave! I want to stay here!" Urara outright rejected the idea. She also took a deep breath, finding it utterly satisfying. "Trainer, you smell so nice."
"Let Urara kiss you again. I love you the most, trainer, the most..."
Urara's kisses were inexperienced, and for once, she was surprisingly well-behaved, not letting her hands wander.
But to stay clinging to Lucian, she had to wiggle upward every now and then.
"Urara, I still need to go prepare dinner. Don't you want to eat?"
"No, Urara's already having her dinner right now." Even while speaking, Urara refused to stop kissing Lucian. "Trainer, hold me. Otherwise, I'll get tired."
Lucian had no choice but to support her petite body.
Their breathing grew increasingly heated, and the oxygen inside the closet seemed to dwindle.
Lucian had just taken a bath, but his back was already slick with sweat again. The even more excited Urara was completely drenched, her hair sticking to her face, damp and sticky.
He grunted softly, lifting Urara up again as she began to slide down.
Lucian had lost count of how many times he'd done this.
But this time, Urara's expression suddenly froze in the darkness. She stopped kissing Lucian and voluntarily pulled away from his embrace.
She crouched down, gazing up at him with a dazed smile:
"Trainer, Urara isn't stupid at all."
…..
Her eyes glinted in the faint sliver of light that crept through the closet's slats, a mischievous spark dancing within them. She crouched lower, her petite frame nestled between Lucian's legs, her breath hot against his skin.
Lucian's heart pounded, his body tense as Urara's small hands reached for him, her fingers deftly tugging at the waistband of his towel. "Urara, we shouldn't—" he started, but his words dissolved into a sharp inhale as her lips brushed against him.
"Mmmph," Urara hummed, her voice muffled as she pressed her lips to him, her tongue flicking out in an exploratory tease. The sound was wet, deliberate, and sent a jolt through Lucian's core. Her hands, soft but firm, gripped him, guiding him into her mouth with a slow, savoring motion. "Trainer tastes so good," she murmured, her voice vibrating against him, drawing a low groan from his throat.
"Urara…" Lucian's hands found the wall behind him for support, his fingers digging into the wood as her lips worked him with a mix of innocence and eagerness. She wasn't skilled, but her enthusiasm was overwhelming—sloppy, fervent, and utterly devoted. The wet slurp of her mouth filled the closet, mingling with the soft, rhythmic moans she let out each time she took him deeper.
Her tongue swirled, teasing the tip before she pushed forward, her throat tightening as she tried to take more of him. "Mmmph!" she gasped, pulling back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him as she caught her breath. Her eyes flicked up, wide and gleaming, seeking his approval. "Is Urara doing good, Trainer?"
Lucian's head tipped back, a strained "Yeah… you're doing… so good" escaping him. His voice was rough, laced with need, and it only spurred her on. Urara's hands joined in, one wrapping around him in a gentle, stroking motion—a classic handjob combo that made his knees weak. Her fingers moved in tandem with her mouth, slick and relentless, as she alternated between deep, throat-tightening plunges and lighter, teasing licks.
"Slurp… mmm…" Her sounds grew louder, as she lost herself in the act. The closet seemed to shrink around them, the heat of their bodies making the air almost suffocating. Lucian's hands found her hair, not guiding but simply holding, his fingers threading through the damp, sticky strands as she bobbed her head. Each moan she let out sent vibrations through him, pushing him closer to the edge.
"Urara, slow down," he managed, his voice hoarse, but she only giggled, the sound muffled as she took him deeper still, her throat constricting around him in a way that made his vision blur.
"Fuck…" he groaned, the word slipping out unbidden as his hips bucked involuntarily.
Urara pulled back just enough to speak, "Trainer's making such nice sounds," she purred,
"Urara wants to hear more." Before he could respond, she dove back in, her mouth enveloping him with renewed fervor, her hands working faster, slick with spit and sweat.
The combination was too much—her eager mouth, the wet slurp of her lips, the tight grip of her hands, and the soft, needy moans that spilled from her throat. Lucian's control unraveled, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. "Urara… I'm—" he warned, but she didn't stop, her eyes locked on his as she pushed him past the point of no return.
Lucian's body shuddering as Urara stayed with him, her mouth working through every pulse, every shudder, until he was spent. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied hum, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with triumph. "Mmm, Trainer's dinner was so sweet," she teased, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Lucian leaned against the wall, catching his breath, his mind a haze of pleasure and disbelief. "Urara… you're…" He couldn't find the words, but she just giggled, crawling back up to snuggle against him, her body warm and damp against his.
"Urara isn't stupid at all," she whispered, kissing his chest lightly. "Urara knows exactly what Trainer needs."
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By evening, Lucian and Urara finally emerged from the changing room.
Urara had returned to her usual harmless self, the dark aura around her completely gone.
But Lucian had sacrificed a lot.
Literally, he had sacrificed countless lives.
To be safe, Lucian didn't wear the clothes from the basket. Fortunately, Urara had been wearing casual clothes when she arrived.
The other horse girls were watching TV again when someone's peripheral vision caught sight of the two and called out.
"Urara, where did you go this afternoon?" Rice Shower approached, noticing that her friend seemed much better after not seeing her all afternoon.
How to put it... it was that kind of feeling where she seemed both happy and exhausted.
"Rice-chan~ I went to the mountains with the trainer this afternoon~"
"Is that so? Neither of you brought your phones, so we couldn't find you earlier."
"Forgot to bring them~ Sorry for making everyone worry. But nothing bad happens when I'm with the trainer~"
Urara skipped closer.
Rice Shower suddenly pointed at her cheek. "Urara, what's this on your face? It looks sticky."
Urara froze, instinctively furrowing her brows in panic as she quickly wiped it away. "T-this is... honey. We saw a beehive earlier and got some honey."
"Yeah, yeah, and then we got chased by bees all the way back. Luckily, we weren't hurt," Lucian chimed in hastily. "I almost couldn't outrun them, but Urara covered for me a few times."
This also explained why Urara's hair was so sticky.
"Hachimi?!" Tokai Teio's keyword was triggered, and she instantly perked up. "Wild honey? Was it tasty? Sweet?"
"Sweet, so sweet!" Urara grinned at Tokai Teio.
"Did you finish it all? Didn't bring any back for us to try? We bought so many things," Tokai Teio said, pointing at the large shopping bags nearby.
"We ate it all. There wasn't much to begin with—not even enough for Urara alone."
"Aw, okay. Next time, let's go look for some together," Tokai Teio said regretfully.
Lucian, standing nearby, couldn't bear to listen to this conversation.
That's... not something you should just taste randomly...
"Lucian-kun, you didn't get stung, did you?" Silence Suzuka walked over, concerned.
Strange, why did she smell something familiar...
"No, I got away in time."
"Trainer~ I bought you a new shirt. Try it on later," Seiun Sky said as she approached.
"Trainer-san, I bought you one too..." Special Week added timidly.
"Spe-chan got me one too?" Lucian was surprised.
"Mhm! Because trainer-san prepared a racing outfit for me, and I won my race and earned money, so I wanted to buy something for trainer-san too," Special Week said, lowering her head shyly.
"Thank you, Spe-chan. I'll try it on after dinner."
"Okay."
Tokai Teio rubbed her belly and chimed in, "Trainer, hungry~ Where's dinner?"
"I'll start preparing now. But dinner will be late tonight, so everyone can snack on something else first." Lucian wouldn't go back on his promise to them.
During this time, he also needed to take care of his health and replenish his nutrients properly.
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