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"Bailey-chan, why are you back again?" Lucian saw the thin layer of worry clouding her face and knew she had something on her mind.
"Trainer..."
Lucian set his backpack back down. "Come in first. Take your time—tell me slowly."
"Okay." Dextrous Bailey sat across from Lucian and lowered her head into silence.
To be safe, Lucian still stood up and closed the rest room door. "Why do you look like you did something wrong? Today's Bailey feels a little unfamiliar to me."
Dextrous Bailey's hands underneath clenched the hem of her skirt tightly. "Trainer, should I... consider retiring?"
Lucian's motion as he reached for the water cup clearly paused. After slowly taking a sip, he asked, "Was it today's test that hit Bailey hard?"
If he remembered correctly, Dextrous Bailey was in the same group as Special Week—her finish time was just over a second behind Special Week.
"Yes... but not entirely." Dextrous Bailey lifted her head. "Trainer, Spe-chan and the others joined the team at the same time as me, but no matter what I do, I can't seem to catch up to them."
"You know—last year's several G2 races, I lost them all. I didn't even qualify to face them on the track anymore." Dextrous Bailey poured out her grievances; tears began leaking slightly from the corners of her eyes.
"Bailey-chan... come here first—hug." Lucian opened his arms.
Dextrous Bailey wrapped her arms around his waist. "Mm!"
"As your Trainer, I will always support whatever Bailey-chan decides." Lucian gently patted her back. "Chasing dreams is important, but accepting reality is important too."
"But... but I've already tried my absolute hardest, yet the distance between us seems to keep growing. There's no way to catch up."
"Trainer, I don't want to be the kind of racer who quietly slips away after a race. I... I'm afraid of the disappointed looks from fans, afraid of the boos."
Dextrous Bailey raised her red, wet eyes. Tears fell like broken strings of beads, one after another, staining the floor black.
Through the tears, everything looked blurry—just like the fog-shrouded world inside her heart, where she could see nothing.
"Trainer... I seem a little afraid of running."
"Mm, I know. I know all of this." Lucian comforted her warmly. "Then what about after the race—when I wait for you in the exit tunnel to greet you? Would Bailey-chan be afraid of that too?"
"No, no." Dextrous Bailey's cheeks twitched; she shook her head frantically. Her pouting lips formed a perfect bald-baby-cap shape. "Trainer, thank goodness for you. Meeting you is really wonderful."
"Bailey-chan, running is something you've persisted in since you were little—how could you not love it? What you're afraid of now isn't running; it's racing."
"If racing no longer makes you happy right now, of course I support your decision to retire."
"Or is it that only racing can make you run?"
Lucian had always advocated for his horse girls to run freely—for themselves. If racing became an obstacle to that freedom, then don't race.
Under Lucian's words, Dextrous Bailey's tangled thoughts gradually unraveled.
Her physical condition and race results were both telling her one thing—her peak seemed to have passed; it was time to descend the mountain.
"How about it—did you understand what I said?"
"A little... Trainer, let me hug you a bit longer."
"Gladly."
...
The quiet, beautiful atmosphere was eventually broken by a "guu guu" sound.
Lucian awkwardly covered his stomach.
Dextrous Bailey broke into a smile through her tears. "Trainer, hungry?"
"You heard it yourself—still asking."
"Trainer, shall we go out to eat?"
"At this hour... will you still make it back to the dorm in time?" Lucian removed her blindfold; he instantly lost himself in her golden, shining eyes. "Still so beautiful."
"Of course I'll make it." Dextrous Bailey rubbed her cheek against Lucian's hand. "I'm also very willing to let Trainer see... I like the way Trainer looks when he removes my blindfold."
"Haha, what's so likable about that?"
Dextrous Bailey shook her head. "That's not the blindfold I meant."
Lucian didn't continue that thread. "Feeling better now?"
"Mm." Dextrous Bailey nodded. Her nimble tail wrapped around Lucian's arm like a vine.
"That's good." Lucian stroked the fur on her tail, feeling Dextrous Bailey's body tremble slightly as if receiving an electric shock. "Actually, in this life of yours, there can be many more things that make you happy. After retiring, don't limit yourself to just running."
"Mm, I know... Trainer, right now... I already have something that makes me happy—to do it with Trainer."
"Isn't it still dinner?"
"Dinner can be quick." Dextrous Bailey stood up and pushed Lucian down into the chair.
Ever since he learned that Seiun Sky had once spied on him massaging Silence Suzuka, Lucian had felt the rest room was no longer a safe place.
What if they were caught again? What if the one who caught them was a stranger horse girl? Besides, what he and Dextrous Bailey were doing now wasn't a massage.
"Mmm... Tra... Trainer... you like... tail... right?"
Lucian's heart trembled; his whole body seemed to soften under her touch.
Her tail—after Lucian's nurturing—had greatly improved flexibility, capable of many things most horse girls couldn't do.
Dextrous Bailey broke the kiss with a wet pop, her golden eyes half-lidded and glowing with heat. She slid down between his legs, knees pressing into the floor, fingers deftly undoing his belt and zipper with practiced ease.
She tugged his pants and boxers down just enough, freeing his already hardening cock. Her warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin before she leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.
Lucian inhaled sharply.
She wrapped her lips around the head, tongue swirling lazily in circles, teasing the slit before sliding lower, taking more of him inch by inch.
Slurp...
Slurp...
A low, throaty moan escaped her throat as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.
"Mmmph..."
Lucian threaded his fingers into her hair, not guiding, just holding, feeling the silky strands slip through his grip as her head began to bob.
She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight up his spine.
Hummm...
Her tail curled around his thigh, the soft fur brushing teasingly against his skin while the tip playfully flicked against his balls.
He groaned, hips twitching upward involuntarily.
She pulled off with a lewd, wet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip.
"You're already so hard, Trainer..." she whispered, voice husky. "Do you like my mouth that much?"
Before he could answer, she dove back down, taking him deeper this time, nose brushing his pubic bone as she swallowed around him.
Gulp...
Gulp...
Lucian bit his lip hard, head falling back against the chair.
She worked him with slow, deliberate bobs, tongue pressing flat along the underside, tracing every vein, every ridge.
Slurp... slurp...
Her hand joined in, fingers wrapping around the base she couldn't fit, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the small rest room.
Schlick... schlick...
Dextrous Bailey moaned again, louder this time, the sound vibrating through his length.
"Ahhn..."
She pulled off once more, gasping for air, lips swollen and shiny.
"Trainer... touch my tail... please..."
Lucian reached down, fingers sinking into the thick, plush fur at the base of her tail. He stroked firmly, feeling the sensitive skin beneath quiver.
Dextrous Bailey shuddered violently, a high whimper escaping her.
"Nnngh... yes... there..."
Her tail tightened around his leg as she lowered her head again, sucking harder, faster.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Lucian could feel the pressure building, heat coiling low in his belly.
But she seemed to sense it; she slowed, pulling off with a soft pop and climbing back into his lap.
She straddled him, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties already pushed aside.
Her slick folds brushed against his cock, coating him in her arousal.
She rocked slowly, grinding her clit along his length, coating him further.
"Mmm... Trainer... I want you inside..."
Lucian gripped her hips, guiding her down.
The head nudged her entrance, then slowly—agonizingly—slid inside.
She gasped, head falling forward onto his shoulder.
"Ahh... so... full..."
Inch by inch she sank, until he was buried to the hilt.
Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and wet and impossibly tight.
She stayed still for a moment, breathing hard, letting herself adjust.
Then she began to move.
Slow rolls at first, hips circling, grinding down in deep, lazy figure-eights.
Pah... pah...
Soft, wet slaps echoed each time she lifted and dropped.
Lucian thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm.
Thrust... thrust...
"Ahhn... Trainer... deeper..."
She braced her hands on his shoulders, picking up speed, bouncing now.
Pound... pound...
Her breasts bounced beneath her top; Lucian tugged the fabric down, freeing them.
He captured one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, tongue flicking.
Suck... suck...
"Nnngh! Yes... like that..."
Dextrous Bailey rode him faster, tail thrashing behind her, occasionally brushing against his thighs or curling around his waist.
The chair creaked beneath them.
Lucian switched to the other breast, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue.
She cried out, walls fluttering around him.
"Ahh... ahh... I'm... close..."
He slid one hand between them, thumb finding her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles.
She bucked hard, pace turning frantic.
Pound... pound... pound...
"Trainer... Trainer... gonna... cum...!"
Her whole body tensed, back arching, tail stiffening straight out.
She came with a broken cry, walls clamping down rhythmically around him.
"Nnnaaahhh!!"
The sudden tightness dragged Lucian over the edge.
He thrust up once, twice, then buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a low groan.
Spurt... spurt...
They stayed locked together, panting, trembling.
Dextrous Bailey collapsed against his chest, nuzzling into his neck.
"Trainer... that was... amazing..."
Lucian kissed the top of her head, arms wrapping around her.
"Mm... you were incredible, Bailey-chan."
She smiled against his skin, tail lazily curling around his wrist.
After a long moment, she lifted her head, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"...We should probably clean up before someone really does walk in."
Lucian chuckled breathlessly.
"Yeah... probably."
But neither of them moved just yet—content to stay tangled together a little longer in the warm afterglow.
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