"Three umamusumes in one race… Are you stupid or something?"
"What course of action do you want me to take, Wolfie?"
"Isn't it obvious what she is trying to suggest, dear? She is saying that you should spread them out by their aptitude and pick the strongest to race in the G-one."
"Why are you stabbing me in the back, Gold City?"
3 weirdos can be seen sitting under a particularly large tree in the courtyard of the Tracen Academy. The 3 weirdos consist of Igo Heita, Narita Brian, and Gold City. An unlikely group, but it formed regardless. They are currently berating the young man for his choice to put 3 of his trainees into one race.
"You clearly are an idiot amongst idiots."
"Alright! Imagine this, coward. If you are in one team with The Emperor, do you not want to race with her?"
"Don't bring her into this, bastard."
"BAWK BAWK BOK BOK BAWKWAK!! BAWK BAWK BOK BOK!!"
"..."
The lone wolf is lying her head on the young man's lap, which means she has an easy time taking revenge on him. And she did. She lifts her head and then crashes it down again with extra force.
"Gah!! That hurt!"
"I'll bite next time."
"A chicken peck. It doesn't bite."
"I'll peg you."
"Quite the proposal, but I have to decline. I like to eat chicken, not getting pegged by one. Either way, imagine yourself in a team with The Emperor, named Team Rigil or something like that, will you lose your fangs and become submissive to her?"
"Tch!"
"You hear that, Gold City? That's the sound of a pathetic wolf that knows she is wrong, but doesn't want to admit it."
"I swear to the three Goddesses–"
"Dear, you're biting more than you can chew. We all know that you're the correct one here."
"Hehehehe~~"
"Tch! The potential money you'll get is reduced, dumbass."
"As much as I love money, I can always get it from somewhere else. For example, I can rent my body."
"Ten thousand yen."
"Gold City, I was–"
"One million."
"No. Bad. Bad, Gold City."
"Ten million."
"For the love of the Goddesses… No. I'm not renting my body the way you wanted, so just give up."
"Rent a Boyfriend. We can vlog it and make a series that goes far too long, which would annoy everyone, but still makes money somehow."
"...Oddly specific. But that's still a no from me. Now shut up and go to your classes. You girls can't skip classes just because you feel like it."
"Tch! Who are you? My massive-headed big sister or something?"
"What did you say, Brian?!?"
The lone wolf quickly sat up the moment she heard that voice. Her head turns to the umamusume who is standing angrily. She is Biwa Hayahide, Narita Brian's sister.
Her most defining feature is a magnificent, voluminous mane of ash-white hair that flows like a winter river over her shoulders. The sheer mass of it seems almost to have a gravity of its own, yet it is kept in impeccable condition, framing a face that rarely betrays emotion. On her face, thin-rimmed red glasses don't filter the anger in her golden eyes.
She is known to be an intellectual umamusume, who is also a massive banana lover. But one thing a person must know when interacting with her is that she is very sensitive about the size of her head.
"So that's how you've been addressing me behind my back!"
"Wait! Wait! I can explain!! That was just a one-time thing!!"
"I'm going to stuff you full of vegetables, you little ungrateful loner!!"
"Tch!! You'll pay for this, Igo Heita!!"
The lone wolf sprinted away at full speed with her big sister quickly chasing after her. The lone wolf runs as if his life were on the line, even though vegetables are good for her health.
"Now you should go too, Gold City. If you get bad grades, then you will have less time to train."
"Make me."
"I will stop allowing you to kiss me."
"You're not the one who is in control of that. How about the next time you come over, you'll let me massage you with oil?"
"...suuuuurreeeee…?"
"Deal! Bye, dear~~"
The young man could only watch in puzzlement as the supermodel left his side, joy in her step. Isn't it supposed to be him who is happy about this? Being massaged by a supermodel isn't something one can casually brag about. Only billionaires can even say that supermodels have touched their bodies.
These girls are getting weird and dangerous. I need to do something before it's too late.
XxX-XxX
"So, what's with the sudden visit to Japan, asshole?"
"Calm your tits. You know, I never get any sort of vacation. I'm here for business."
"That's what I'm asking."
In a certain confectionery shop, 3 young men can be seen sitting together. One had red hair, one had black hair, and the last one had silver hair. Each had some amount of desserts in front of them, with the black-haired one having the most.
"Your business always leads to disaster."
"You're one to say."
"So why are you here, too, Freak?"
"Fuck you. He's hunting, and unfortunately for me, he has rented my service."
"Who are you hunting anyway?"
"Someone with the title of King of Curses. Know anyone by that name?"
"No. Is that his internet username? That's a couple of edges away from being a Sonic OC."
"Was my first instinct, but there are lots of people with that username. My higher-ups aren't that stupid to be giving me vague clues."
"Yeah, no… I have no clue. You should ask the mercenary here if it's one of his victims."
"Nope."
"That's as good as you'll ever get off it."
"Sigh… I'm at zero then… I'll be using your service when the time comes, Igo."
"I'm not a mercenary anymore."
"This might concern the safety of your trainees and the world."
"Fucking—Fine… Talking about trainees, how do you get their puppy loves off your back again? Some of them are getting quite scary."
"Look at Mr. Popular."
"Hey, fuck you! At least I have the gall to do something about it rather than letting them hover around with hope that I'll choose them, when in reality I'm too afraid to choose one, some, all, or even none."
"..."
"...*Sluuuuuurrp*..."
"..."
"... Fuck you, man… Not cool."
"You kinda started it, Dya. Anyway, the easiest way to get them off your back is probably by showing them that you're committed to someone else. Just rent a girlfriend. That will most likely work."
"That kinda makes sense."