...
At 2 a.m., Lucian gazed at the self-satisfied smile on her face.
Ever since learning that racehorses might reincarnate into this world, Lucian had thought about making amends for past mistakes.
But after spending time with the Uma Musume around him, he gradually understood—failing to cherish what was in front of him would be the true betrayal of her.
"Trainer, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Seiun Sky was patted on the cheek and surprisingly woke up.
She leaned onto Lucian's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"You ate your fill, so of course you slept soundly."
"What do you mean ate my fill..." Seiun Sky propped herself up, her nightgown slipping down to reveal her snow-white shoulders. "Could it be the Trainer is hungry right now?"
"Not that hungry, I guess..."
"Oh~ If you're hungry, there's conveniently a Suzuka here ready to be slaughtered."
"Be careful she hasn't fully fallen asleep yet. If she wakes up, she'll arrest you again like last time."
"T-That last time was an accident!"
This time, it wasn't Seiun Sky's glass cannon attribute to blame.
If it were in front of an uncovered glass window, probably many people would blush.
Seiun Sky's nightgown slipped lower, pooling at her elbows as she straddled Lucian's lap, the faint moonlight catching the soft curve of her breasts. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs tracing slow circles over warm skin.
"Still hungry, Trainer?" she whispered, rocking forward until her slick heat brushed the length of him. A low moan escaped her lips, breathy and drawn-out.
Lucian's fingers tightened. "Starving." He guided her down, inch by inch, savoring the way her walls fluttered around him. Seiun's head tipped back, a soft, trembling moan filling the quiet room as he filled her completely.
She began to move—slow rolls of her hips, deliberate and unhurried. Each downward glide drew a quiet gasp from her throat; each lift left her clenching, reluctant to let go. Lucian's hands slid up her waist, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing stiff nipples until she whimpered.
"Like that?" he murmured, voice rough. "Tell me."
Seiun leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. "Love how you stretch me… so deep." Another languid roll, and she sighed, the sound melting into a moan as he met her halfway, thrusting up just enough to nudge that spot inside her. Her rhythm stayed steady—slow, savoring, every slide deliberate.
Sweat beaded between her breasts; Lucian licked a slow path up her sternum, tasting salt. Seiun's fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there as she ground down harder, breath hitching. "Right there… don't stop…"
He didn't. His hips rose to match her pace, each thrust measured, drawing out her pleasure in long, shuddering waves. Seiun's moans grew softer, more desperate, until her whole body tensed—then shattered around him in a slow, pulsing release. Lucian followed moments later, muffling his groan against her neck as warmth spilled deep inside her.
"As long as the Trainer doesn't help Suzuka."
"I didn't help her either. Seiun could have easily broken free from me."
"I-It was me who didn't want to break free, okay?"
"It's rare for Seiun to be so honest." Lucian turned sideways and shared another romantic embrace and kiss with Seiun Sky. "It's getting late. Time to sleep."
"Can the Trainer hold me while sleeping?"
"Mm."
"I feel like every night, there's the Trainer's scent on me."
"What, does Seiun dislike me now?"
"Of course not." To prove her words were true, Seiun Sky hugged Lucian even tighter. "Trainer, good night."
"Good night."
...
After the New Year, Lucian took the Uma Musume on a tour of Dragon Country.
The icy and snowy world of the northeast, the gentle misty rain of Jiangnan, the mirror-like natural salt lakes of the northwest, the towering snow-capped mountains of the southwest... In these beautiful places, they all left their footprints.
The last night of the return trip was spent in an inn in a thousand-year-old ancient town.
When the photos taken were posted to social media, they attracted likes and comments from many acquaintances.
Mejiro McQueen, Nice Nature, and others were naturally envious to the extreme, seemingly regretting not hopping on this spontaneous train.
Tokai Teio even showed off by video-calling Mejiro McQueen. "My queen~ Why just like and not comment? Jealous, huh~"
As the eldest daughter of the Mejiro family, Mejiro McQueen always carried a certain... tsundere air.
"Hmph, if I wanted to go, I could go play anytime."
"Oh~ But I still think traveling should be with friends..." Tokai Teio said this and suddenly paused, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward Lucian, who was editing photos at the computer.
Traveling didn't necessarily have to be with friends, but it couldn't be too lonely either. A trip for two would be just right.
Tokai Teio liked the experience on the green train during this trip.
Back then, her soft sleeper was in the same compartment as Lucian's, right across from him. She could see Lucian's sleeping face just by turning sideways.
"I didn't say I was going alone, and it's not like no one would accompany me." Mejiro McQueen didn't notice Tokai Teio's inexplicable pause and thought she had finished speaking.