Back at Tracen Academy, Logan headed straight for the Student Council office.
He needed to clarify the conditions for signing a Horse Girl. And the only person qualified to answer that was the Student Council President herself: Symboli Rudolf.
If Seiun Sky was a hidden treasure chest waiting to be found in the bushes, Rudolf was a daily login bonus stationed at a fixed coordinate.
Players only visited fixed NPCs when they had nothing better to do. And Logan, famously, had nothing better to do.
Opening the heavy oak door, Logan saw the legendary "Emperor" seated in the center of the room.
Her long, silky hair was a rich chestnut brown with a golden sheen, marked by a crescent white streak similar to Teio's. Her amethyst eyes radiated authority. As the only undefeated Triple Crown winner in Japanese history, Symboli Rudolf naturally exuded an aura of oppressive dignity.
Initially, Logan had felt that pressure too. But after months in the Glitch World, his impression of Rudolf had shifted from "Dignified" to "Firm."
Specifically, her waist and thighs. They were exceptionally toned, perhaps the best in Tracen. Stroking them felt like sinking his fingers into memory foam—soft yield followed by firm, elastic resistance.
Despite years of weathering the harsh elements of the racetrack, her skin was as tender as a newborn's. When she sweated, she didn't smell like effort; she smelled like unpolished jade and honey.
Rudolf's skin actually tasted sweet.
And perhaps because of the gap moe—the contrast between her public stoicism and private vulnerability—Logan found her breathy whispers during their... sessions... more captivating than anyone else's. Her voice, usually commanding, turned magnetic and smooth.
As Logan entered, those beautiful purple eyes lifted to meet his.
"Good evening, President Rudolf."
Seeing him, the Emperor broke character. The stern mask melted into a gentle, welcoming smile. She stood up, guided Logan to the sofa, and poured him a cup of tea.
She sat next to him, their shoulders brushing.
"Is something the matter, Trainer Logan? Visiting so late."
"I have a question." Logan took a sip of tea, leaning casually into her shoulder. "If I want to sign a contract with a Horse Girl, what's the protocol? Do I just get her signature and hand it to the Chairwoman, or are there prerequisites?"
"Didn't you sign Teio?"
That was a starter Pokémon. It came with the save file.
Obviously, he couldn't say that. He improvised. "I felt the second time might be different."
Rudolf stirred her tea thoughtfully. "The process is standard. Submit the signed form to the Student Council. We coordinate with the instructors and transfer management rights to the Trainer. If you have a student in mind, bring the application to me. I'll handle the paperwork personally."
"I see." Logan nodded. "What if I want to sign a Horse Girl who already has a Trainer?"
"...Who?"
"You."
Logan looked her in the eye. "If I wanted to sign you, what would I have to do?"
Rudolf's eyebrows shot up. Her surprise lingered for a moment before dissolving into an amused smile.
"In that case, if both the current Trainer and the Horse Girl consent, a transfer is possible. However, Trainer Logan... I wouldn't recommend it. My Trainer retires next year. I am his final legacy. I wish to see him off properly."
"Makes sense. I understand."
"Once he retires, I can transfer my training rights to you. But be warned—I won't be running in the Classics anymore. I've moved on to the [Dream Trophy] league. Training me would just add to your workload without much glory."
"That doesn't matter. I just want you."
Whether in the Glitch World or Reality, he wanted Symboli Rudolf.
Having Rudolf meant having the Student Council. It meant convenience. Even without his "Admin Privileges," having the Emperor by his side would let him walk sideways through Tracen like a crab.
"Then, come next July, I will inform my Trainer."
That easy?
He wasn't just speedrunning life; he was speedrunning the political meta of the academy.
Logan was certain her easy compliance was due to her affection stat. He couldn't recall the exact number, but it was high. Seventy-something? Maybe nearing eighty?
Having confirmed the mechanics, Logan left the Student Council. He decided to find someone to sign tomorrow as a test case.
After the door clicked shut, Rudolf remained seated. She stared at the teacup Logan had left behind—the one his lips had touched.
She hesitated. Then, with trembling hands, she carefully lifted the cup to her own lips.
Just as she tilted it, the door burst open.
"Kaichou! (President!)"
Tokai Teio sprinted in, vibrating with energy. "I went out with Trainer today! He bought me new shoes!"
Rudolf froze. Slowly, awkwardly, she lowered the cup back to the saucer while Teio launched into a breathless recount of her date. Rudolf patted Teio's head, forcing a smile, while internally screaming.
Outside the main building, the sky was pitch black. Students were filtering back to the dorms.
It was the witching hour.
Who should I pick for tonight's sleepover?
In the Glitch World, this was his daily gacha pull. He would grab a random student and drag them to his room.
Blind box mechanics.
Trapped in a silent world, it was the only entertainment he had.
He spotted a dark silhouette standing alone in the shadows. He approached.
"Eh..."
A soft sigh carried on the night wind. Logan took her hand and led her back to the staff dorms.
Under the bright lights of the lobby, he finally saw her clearly.
Skin so pale it was almost translucent. Golden eyes that glowed with an eerie, spectral light. Hair blacker than the night itself, cascading down like a waterfall to cover most of her body.
Manhattan Cafe. He had pulled a regular.
She was one of the few "Max Affection" girls. If Yayoi and Tazuna were maximized for convenience, Cafe was maximized purely for Logan's fetish.
He loved the "Yamato Nadeshiko" aesthetic—long black hair, pale skin. She looked like a fragile, exquisitely carved porcelain doll. She seemed so delicate that Logan always held her with extreme care, afraid she might shatter.
Cafe looked at him, confusion etched on her face.
"Trainer Logan... this is the Staff Dormitory. Did you bring me here for a specific reason?" Her voice was soft, slow, and ghostly.
"Sleepover."
"Sleep... over?" Cafe blinked her star-like golden eyes. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly.
"Mmh. Or you can choose option B: Chat with me. Tell me something, Cafe. Anything. I'm feeling a bit different today."
Logan stared at her.
"...Trainer. The moonlight is beautiful tonight. Let's walk outside for a while. The night breeze is pleasant. Coincidentally... I also have a few words I wish to speak to you."
In the Game World, Cafe was always stoic—a beautiful, silent doll that fit his aesthetic preferences perfectly.
But now, she simply smiled at him. And that small, gentle expression left Logan stunned.