"You don't look well, trainer. You look suspicious normally, but now you just look like an escaped criminal."
"McQueen, you're asking what is coming to you. I just want you to know that."
The day of the first leg of the Triple Crown is just around the corner. The Satsuki Sho, a 2000-meter race, will be held in April. Most would focus entirely on the physics of the Uma Musume and overlook the ceremonial aspect of the race. The racewear that will catch the attention of the watchers.
For a Mejiro, that simply wouldn't flow. For a family whose name strikes awe into the heart of many, looks are something they have to take into account when dealing with crowds. There's a famous saying that everyone has heard even before they were born.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
But everyone alive knows that is simply impossible. Eyes are the most dominant sense people have. Before your brain could even produce a single thought, your eyes already dart over the subject's body and decide on what kind of person they are. Of course, those preconceptions are simply wrong, but you can't exactly change everyone, can you? Instead of changing everyone, a smart person would turn the tables against them by using their own instinct for advantage.
Unlike the bum Igo Heita, McQueen cares about what others think of her. She is carrying the name of Mejiro after all. And that will also make it so that she fills the hole in the young man. A perfect fit for each other.
"What do you think of my racewear design, trainer?"
"Hmm… It makes me want to lick your belly."
"Seriously?! Why can't you be a proper trainer?!"
For the young man, McQueen's racewear was something that she had seen hundreds of times before. She is one of the first Uma Musume in the game after all, and she was the first protagonist of the game story. Her racewear is basically the introduction to the whole game.
Most would be in awe at McQueen's racewear, but the young man only feels familiarity with it. It reminds him of the time of frustration at how annoying it was to train McQueen since her moods can shift even at the slightest breeze.
As for McQueen, she was incredibly happy. Even though she sounds annoyed at her trainer's response, it was the best response she could have hoped for. It's basically saying that, if given the chance, he will impregnate her, right? He'll corner her somewhere secluded after the race when she doesn't have any stamina to resist him anymore. He'll push her down and tear off her clothes. He'll then force himself and his massive, meaty rod onto the young and fragile Mejiro lady. Forcing her to carry his children.
Yes!! Yes!! I'm sure that's what he'll do!! There is absolutely no way he won't do that!!
"Can you at least praise my dress?"
"For what? It's you who is beautiful, McQueen. Not the dress. All dresses look gorgeous as long as you are the one who wears them."
"..."
The young man's casual tone somehow makes it strike McQueen's heart even deeper. It's as if he were stating a fact of the world rather than trying to win points with her.
Push him… Ride him… Straddle him… He is asking for it. He has given consent by flirting.
"By the way, what's the ETA to the mall?"
"Just a little bit more… a little bit more…"
"Cool."
The young man wasn't focused on his side, where the young Mejiro Lady was coming toward her. The fact that they are in the back seat of a car means that the young man is locked in a confined space. His scream wouldn't pierce the Mejiro's car's luxurious sound mufflers, nobody would see the horror through the tinted glass, and the driver wouldn't help him at all.
"A little bit more… Haaaah… A little bit more…"
The young Mejiro Lady crawls silently toward the young man. It's like watching a documentary when predatory cats stalk their prey and slowly creep forward, so as not to startle the food. Her mouth is open, her eyes are locked in, her breaths are spaced out, and her legs are ready.
"Haaah… Haaaaah…"
Her mouth is inches away from the young man's neck. Her hands would lunge at his wrists, pin him down, and resist his struggle. She is stronger than he. Nothing he can do will save him from her.
I am not at fault. If he doesn't want it, then he shouldn't flirt with me. It's all his fault. He is the problem, not me. I'm only acting the way he wants me to act. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine. His fault. Not mine.
"If you want to take a nap, I suggest not."
The young man wasn't looking to his side to see McQueen's deranged look. He just sensed that she was close to him, and so he thought that she was getting sleepy. He instinctively put his hand on her head and gently pushed it onto his shoulder.
"Mmmhh… Sure…"
Maybe next time. I still have plenty of time.
The starving beast lowers its fangs and rests its stimulated brain. She sits next to her trainer, slumping her body onto his, and enjoys the warmth of his body on her cheek. His smell is faint and distant, but McQueen's strong nose can still taste it. It reminds her of something, but her mind can't craft the picture clearly.
"Mmmhh…"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing… It's probably nothing."
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"Look at you, catching people's attention. Moving up in the world, McQueen?"
"And you make them avert their eyes, trainer. How does it feel to be so scary?"
Walking side by side in the mall, the pair starts to notice how their fame is affecting their surroundings. A member of a famous family entering the first leg of the Triple Crown would always attract attention. Eyes would be glued to them from their family's reputation alone.
Naturally, people would attempt to ask a member of the famous family about a lot of things, but that person is being accompanied by a dangerous-looking man. People quiver the moment his eyes land on them. Hoping that he didn't notice them staring at him.
"That must be the bodyguard."
"He looks like he eats a baby for breakfast."
"Do you think he ever regrets all the people he killed?"
"He must be a part of the Yakuza."
"Let's sneak away."
I'll kill them. I will seriously kill them.
"Fufufu~~ Please guard me, Mister bodyguard."
"I'll kiss you in public, McQueen."
Do it. I dare you. I double dare you. I triple dare you. Do it. Do it. Do me. Do me in front of everyone. Claim me like before. Claim me in front of everyone. Announce who I belong to. I dare you.