Back at Tracen, Kaito moved swiftly through the halls, heading straight for the student council.
He wanted to ask about the conditions for signing contracts with Uma Musume—and naturally, the person who could answer that was the student council president herself, Symbol Rudolf.
If Seiun Sky was Tracen's hidden treasure, waiting for Kaito to find her, then Rudolf and the others were like treasure chests—always in the same place every day. People only opened these chests when they had nothing better to do.
And coincidentally, Kaito had nothing better to do every day.
Pushing the door open, he saw the legendary Uma Musume seated at the center of the student council room: the renowned undefeated Triple Crown champion, Symbol Rudolf.
Her long hair, a rich chestnut streaked with gold, shimmered like silk. Like Teio, she had the crescent-shaped white highlight on her forehead. Her radiant purple eyes carried a quiet authority, and her presence exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.
At first, Kaito had felt intimidated by her. But over time, his impression had shifted—from awe to… desire.
Rudolf's waist and thighs were full and firm, the kind that ranked first-class in Tracen. The moment he touched them, the soft flesh seemed to pull his fingers in, only to bounce back with a supple, almost teasing resilience.
Years of wind, rain, and countless grueling races had done nothing to diminish her body. Her skin was as soft as a baby's, glowing like polished jade when she sweated, imbued with a gentle, sweet scent. Rudolf's skin was sweet—and perhaps because of the contrast with her fierce reputation, her breathing sounded even more enticing, a deep, smooth, almost flirtatious cadence.
As Kaito stepped into the room, those violet eyes turned toward him.
"Good evening, President Rudolf," Kaito greeted politely.
Seeing him, Rudolf's expression softened into a gentle smile, entirely at odds with her stern reputation. She stood and invited him to the sofa, pouring him a cup of tea.
Sitting side by side, shoulders nearly touching, she asked,"Is there something you wanted, Trainer Kaito, coming here so late?"
"I have a question for the student council president," Kaito said, sipping his tea and leaning just slightly closer. "If I want to sign a contract with an Uma Musume, how do I go about it? Do I get her signature and hand it to the council, or are there other requirements?"
"You've already signed with Teio, haven't you?" Rudolf asked.
That one had been automatic—he hadn't actually signed. Of course, Kaito couldn't say that outright. He fabricated a small excuse. "I think the second method might be different."
Rudolf stirred her tea and took a delicate sip before explaining,"The process is actually the same. After the contract is signed and handed to the council, we coordinate with the instructors to transfer management of the student to the trainer. If there's a student you're interested in, you can submit the contract form to me—I'll handle the paperwork."
"I see," Kaito nodded. "And what if I want to sign a contract with an Uma Musume who already has a trainer?"
"…Who?"
"You," Kaito said simply. "What if I wanted to sign a contract with you?"
Rudolf raised a brow, momentarily surprised, then a playful, intrigued smile curved her lips.
"In that case, you'd need the consent of both the trainer and the Uma Musume to handle the transfer. But… I don't think you should do that. My trainer retires next year. I'm his last student. I want to see him off properly."
"I see, I see."
"You could take over my training rights after he retires, but even then, I wouldn't be able to participate in competitions. I've already shifted my focus to the Dream Cup. Training me would only add extra burden for you."
"That's fine. The main thing is, I want you."
No matter whether it was the Rudolf of the game or the real-world Rudolf, he wanted her.
And having Rudolf meant having the student council at his side. Even without the game-world permissions, with her nearby, Kaito could practically move freely in Tracen.
"By July next year, I'll notify my trainer."
Just like that?
Not only had he fast-forwarded his life, but he'd essentially speedrun the game of Uma Musume itself. Kaito was certain her willingness was tied to her affection level—he vaguely remembered it being around seventy, maybe closer to eighty.
With the contract clarified, Kaito left the student council office. He decided he'd find someone to sign tomorrow, wait out the month, and see how things developed.
After he left, Rudolf returned to her seat. She glanced at the half-finished cup of tea Kaito had left, hesitated, and carefully lifted it. Just as she was about to sip, Tokai Teio barreled in.
"President!" she called, her voice adorably childish, plopping down beside Rudolf. "I went out with the trainer today! He bought me new shoes!"
Teio chattered on excitedly, recounting the day's events. Rudolf patted her head, slightly embarrassed, and set the tea aside.
Outside, night had fallen. Students gradually returned to their dorms.
It was night-owl time.
Who should he invite to spend the night tonight?
Every night, he would pull someone into his room. Like opening a blind box.
In this isolated world, Kaito had nothing to do but pass the time with Uma Musume.
Spotting a dark figure nearby, he approached.
"Huh…"
The evening breeze carried a soft sigh. Kaito led her back to the dorm. Inside, the light fell across her face, revealing her pale, almost translucent skin, her golden eyes shimmering faintly in the dark, and long, midnight-black hair cascading over her body like a waterfall.
Manchester Teahouse… one of his familiar favorites.
She was among the few Uma Musume he held at maximum affection. While Yayo Akikawa and Shuka Tezuka had practical reasons for their proximity, Teahouse was purely personal preference.
Kaito loved black, straight, long hair. Her flawless pale skin and flowing dark hair made her look like a sculpted work of art. Her body was delicate, fragile—he held her with utmost care.
Seeing Teahouse's puzzled expression, Kaito paused.
"Trainer Kaito… this is the dorm, right? Why bring me here?" she asked softly.
"To spend the night with me."
"To… spend the night?" Her golden eyes, like twin stars, blinked curiously. She gripped his hand a little tighter.
"Yes. You can choose the second option too—just stay and talk with me. How about it, Teahouse? Tell me something. I'm not the same tonight as usual."
He looked at her.
"…Trainer, the night is beautiful. Let's walk outside, feel the evening breeze. I happen to want to talk to you too."
In the game world, Teahouse had always been calm and distant. Here, simply smiling at him made Kaito pause, caught off guard.