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The three of them came out of the bathroom after showering. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Special Week standing right there.
Silence Suzuka: "Spe-chan?"
Lucian: "Spe-chan, you're awake?"
"Trainer-san, you all woke up but didn't call me? And you even showered together..."
Special Week was expressing her jealousy outright.
Being brave enough to voice it—this was a good thing.
"We just didn't want to wake you since you were sleeping so soundly. That's all." Lucian ruffled Special Week's hair. "Go take your shower now, Spe-chan. We'll talk when you're done—there's something we need to discuss."
Special Week tugged at the corner of Lucian's bath towel. "Trainer-san... can't you... keep me company too?"
If Suzuka and Seiun got it, she wanted it too.
If she didn't ask proactively, she might never get it.
"Alright, alright~ I'll keep Spe-chan company a bit longer."
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One "bit longer" turned into another full hour.
No wonder Lucian could always smell bath gel lingering on Special Week—she'd practically marinated in it. He used the same brand himself, yet it never lasted this long on him.
Following Silence Suzuka's suggestion from last time, she had also bought herself a set of comfy home loungewear.
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"You're so slow, Trainer. I'm almost falling asleep again~" Seiun Sky, hands pillowed behind her head and leaning on the sofa, let out another long yawn.
Lucian laughed in exasperation. "Didn't you just wake up?"
"Nap round two~ I still wanna go fishing this afternoon~" Seiun Sky was a true fishing enthusiast—and with her endless patience, she rarely came back empty-handed.
"Lucian-kun, didn't you say you had something important to tell us?"
"Yeah. Let's head back to the bedroom first. We'll talk sitting on the bed."
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Everyone sat in a circle like last time—except Special Week took Lucian's usual spot, while Lucian moved behind Silence Suzuka.
The light streaming through the window blended their shadows together, fusing them inseparably.
"Lucian-kun... is it really something important...?" Silence Suzuka felt the warm breath against her ear and unconsciously hunched her shoulders.
Under Special Week's and Seiun Sky's watchful gazes, she felt a little embarrassed—but she didn't resist this sweet indulgence at all.
Lucian nuzzled into Silence Suzuka's orange hair. "It's important in a way, unimportant in another."
Seiun Sky raised her hand like a claw. "Ooh~ I know this one: 'Listening to you is like listening to you.'"
"Trainer-san, stop teasing already." Special Week wanted nothing more than to be held from behind by Lucian like that—ideally with both her and Suzuka wrapped in his arms.
As for Seiun Sky... honestly, Seiun seemed perfectly suited to be the one behind the Trainer.
"Fine, since Spe-chan is urging me~" Lucian cleared his throat. "It's more like a notice: from now on, we need to be a little more restrained inside the academy. Got it?"
All three horse girls looked puzzled and waited quietly for him to continue.
So Lucian told them everything: the secret information from Grass Wonder that couldn't be shared with others, and the fact that she had coincidentally run into them.
As for the "experience romance" part, he treated it like a joke and deliberately skipped over it.
Silence Suzuka was surprised that her date with Lucian had actually been spotted by Grass Wonder. "Grass didn't say anything else?"
"I told her it was your victory reward. She didn't ask any more questions after that."
"I see..." Silence Suzuka felt a faint unease. Knowing Grass Wonder's information-gathering skills, the other girl had probably been tailing her and Lucian for quite a while.
Could it be that during that date, she and Lucian-kun hadn't done anything particularly intimate? That seemed like the only explanation that fit.
"Ah, expulsion... how could it be that serious? Aren't we all adults?" Special Week covered her small mouth in shock.
Seiun Sky: "Probably just academy rules. It doesn't look good, after all. The academy is a place for studying~"
"Hm? For Seiun to actually say something like 'doesn't look good'... Aren't most of the ones being openly affectionate with Lucian-kun on campus you?"
What Silence Suzuka didn't know was that Seiun Sky had genuinely never been exposed.
"What does 'doesn't look good' have to do with me~" Seiun Sky was completely unfazed. "Besides, all the places where I kiss the Trainer have no cameras. Super hidden. Even if someone finds out, it absolutely won't be me."
Lucian thought it over carefully—Grass Wonder really hadn't mentioned Seiun Sky at all. "Grass didn't bring up Seiun. She mostly talked about Spe-chan."
"Me?" Special Week pointed at herself. "B-but I don't even dare to kiss Trainer-san at school... except for that one time."
It wasn't that she didn't want to. For a kiss demon like her—who could leave Lucian's lips swollen every single time—those brief, shallow pecks were never satisfying. Might as well not kiss at all.
Lucian gave Silence Suzuka's perky rear a light pat, signaling her to step aside for a moment. Then he beckoned Special Week over, inviting her to sit in his lap.
Special Week obediently crawled into Lucian's embrace. Facing Silence Suzuka and Seiun Sky's gazes, she shyly lowered her head. "Trainer-san still hasn't told me the reason yet....."
"Because a while back, Spe-chan was feeling really upset, and you showed it so clearly that Grass's sharp eyes picked up on it."
"So... it was... my fault?" Special Week's hands twisted together anxiously.
She suddenly realized she was repeating the same motion—like trying to tie up the invisible guilt bit by bit, then hide it or throw it away.
"There's no blaming Spe-chan." Lucian's hands settled on Special Week's stomach, sinking into sun-warmed cotton softness.
He first molded a raised oval shape, then gently kneaded the plush mound—like working warm, yielding clay.
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over the soft curve of her belly, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of her loungewear, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Every gentle squeeze sent tiny shivers racing up her spine, her body instinctively arching toward his touch. Lucian's thumbs dipped lower, grazing the delicate waistband, then slid back up to cradle the plush flesh again—kneading, rolling, savoring the way it yielded so perfectly under his hands.
Special Week bit down on her own finger, turning her head to plead with him. "Trainer-san... stop playing with the tummy pudge, okay? You haven't finished talking yet."
"I got carried away. What I meant is, there's no blame—just guilt. That period really made Spe-chan suffer, even though the Trainer was trying to take care of you."
No matter how much Lucian doted on Special Week, his kindness had only deepened her conflicted anxiety, acting as the catalyst for her inner turmoil.
"Mmm... mmm, I forgive Trainer-san."
Seeing that Lucian had no intention of stopping, Special Week gave up resisting and simply melted backward into his warm embrace.
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