A week had passed since Special Week returned.
Over that time, she found Suzuka acting increasingly strange.
First was the drastic cut in running volume: five-kilometer morning runs and five-kilometer evening runs, both just warm-up jogs.
Even Special Week thought it was “way too little,” but Suzuka wore a completely satisfied expression and refused to run even an extra meter, insisting it was exactly what her Trainer had planned.
If that were all, it would’ve been fine, but Special Week also kept catching Suzuka at her desk… writing?
No, not really writing.
She was just spinning her pen.
Special Week had seen her spin pens before, but back then it was just an unconscious habit while she was thinking.
Now it looked like deliberate practice, she’d gotten so good she could make the pen spin like a helicopter rotor.
Suzuka really was amazing!
But… even someone as blindly supportive of Suzuka as Special Week couldn’t help feeling this made zero sense.
How did spinning pens help training?
On top of that, her old habit of walking in counter-clockwise circles had vanished too, like she was consciously holding back.
That part was still somewhat understandable… but what was truly weird was that every afternoon, Suzuka would go off alone to meet the rookie Trainer responsible for training her.
Honestly, this wasn’t unusual either, Uma Musume obviously had to report to their Trainers daily, and they were on campus, so it definitely wasn’t some secret date or anything… But the fact that neither of them could be seen anywhere was suspicious as hell.
With summer camp still ongoing, Special Week’s Trainer and teammates hadn’t returned yet, classes were canceled, and she had nothing to do.
So she figured she’d train alongside Suzuka… but every afternoon, Suzuka disappeared.
For an entire week, Special Week had basically toured the whole academy: classrooms, courtyards, rooftops, cafeteria, convenience store, training grounds, gym, pool, dance studio, library, infirmary, research building, even the Trainer office building and the Three Goddesses statue garden.
Still nothing.
That meant Suzuka went into that training room in the afternoon and didn’t come out until dinner!
No running, no studying… what were they even doing in there?!
Even pre-race prep didn’t require hours-long daily meetings like this!
Plus, Suzuka’s next race wasn’t even scheduled yet.
So it couldn’t be a strategy meeting.
And even if it were, you didn’t need to hold them this many times!
They had to be secretly doing something in there!
Wait… Was Suzuka being “pressured” by her Trainer?!
Yes!
That had to be it!
Because she’d been told to quit once before, Suzuka was probably terrified of being abandoned again, so she obeyed everything this new Trainer said… and then this evil Trainer forced poor, delicate Suzuka to become his “exclusive mount!”
Logically speaking, Special Week knew it was impossible.
The academy had clear rules against romantic relationships between Trainers and Uma Musume, let alone something worse like coercion.
Plus, with an Uma Musume’s physical strength, a human couldn’t possibly overpower her, it’d be the other way around… If Suzuka resisted and reported him, Kenji would face instant social death, permanent expulsion from racing, maybe even jail time depending on how serious it got.
But Special Week didn’t think that far.
She saw Suzuka as gentle and delicate, a girl who needed protecting, and plus… her “knowledge” was heavily influenced by those mature doujins she’d read before.
Special Week’s “theoretical knowledge” was surprisingly extensive, thanks to her foreign blonde adoptive mother, whose views were relatively open-minded.
She’d taught Special Week necessary basics early on, so she knew way more about sex ed than clueless Suzuka did.
In other words… Special Week was secretly a bit of a pervert herself.
But she approached it with a critical mindset and strongly disliked anything impure, even if it was for procreation, the messy details still felt filthy to her!
She believed Uma Musume should be pure beings born under the blessing of the Three Goddesses.
And as long as they had that blessing, they could have kids without going through any gross stuff anyway!
What Special Week didn’t know was that the Three Goddesses’ blessings were actually incredibly rare and precious… The odds of a normal family producing an Uma Musume were basically lottery-level.
Wanting to reliably create one was nearly impossible… unless you had a “seed.” But that wasn’t something ordinary Uma Musume would ever learn about.
Anyway, unable to find Suzuka and her Trainer anywhere, Special Week’s anxiety had reached its peak.
In her imagination, Suzuka was already flushed red and completely overwhelmed by the evil Trainer… While part of her secretly wanted to see that pitiful Suzuka, her sense of justice for her best friend ultimately won out over her dirty thoughts.
She decided she absolutely had to rescue Suzuka, so this afternoon, she’d secretly follow her and expose the evil Trainer!
Special Week didn’t realize she was basically at “stalker beginner” level now.
So that noon, after eating lunch together as usual, Suzuka bid farewell and headed toward Kenji’s training room while Special Week quietly trailed behind.
Once Suzuka entered with a bright smile she’d never shown her before, Special Week crept up to the door, crouched down, pressed her ear against it, and started eavesdropping.
Uma Musume ears were three times more sensitive than human ones, capable of hearing higher frequencies, and she could clearly hear everything inside.
“You’re here, Suzuka.” “Yes… Thank you for today as well.” “Let’s start with the basics like usual.” “Understood.”
This sounded like normal training?
But why do it inside a closed room?
If it was strength training, wouldn’t the gym be better?
Just as Special Week wondered this, her ears picked up Suzuka’s breathy moan.
“Mm…!
Trainer… I’m… gonna…!” “Hold it, Suzuka.
Almost done.” “Yes…!” “Lift your leg higher.” “Understood… Mm…” “Higher.
At least high enough to rest on my shoulder.” “Yes…!
I’ll… endure the Trainer’s weight!”
No no no!
This was definitely past “starting out”!
If she didn’t burst in now, when would?!
So Special Week immediately kicked open the door and shouted:
“Suzuka!
Don’t be afraid!
I’m coming to…!” save you.
Her words cut off short because the scene inside was nothing like the heavily censored image she’d imagined.
It was “riding,” alright, but not in the way she thought.
Suzuka was doing a plank on a yoga mat, while her Trainer sat cross-legged on her back holding a stopwatch.
A normal plank was too easy for an Uma Musume, she could hold it all day, so adding weight made sense.
On top of that, Suzuka had her left leg raised high with her heel resting on Kenji’s shoulder, supporting herself only on her right foot.
It was a plank-with-leg-lift variation, which drastically increased the difficulty.
“Huh?
Spe-chan?
Ah…!” Thump.
Distracted by Special Week’s sudden entrance, Suzuka lost her balance and face-planted onto the yoga mat.
Kenji quickly stood up to avoid crushing her lower back.
Fortunately it was a plank Suzuka was doing… otherwise that impact would’ve been brutal.
“Ugh…” Thump.
Realizing the truth was completely innocent, Special Week also dropped to her knees in an OTZ pose of pure embarrassment.
She suddenly realized it had all been her imagination… and she was actually the lewd one here… What had she even misunderstood?!
I’m not a horny Uma Musume with unsatisfied desires… I’M NOT!