Half of a Umamusume

"Please take off your clothes, brother, and lie on the bed!"

Chapter 67: The Taste of My Brother

"Brother, does Mi Yu's hand feel good?"

"Well, it's very comfortable."

"Don't move, brother. Mi Yu will help you."

Riding on his back, Mi Yu used her white little hands to knead Fujiwara Chiye's shoulders, and her fingertips slid from his arms to his waist. The warm, cool and smooth touch gave Fujiwara Chiye goose bumps all over his body.

"Are you feeling cold, brother?"

"It's... not bad."

Mi Yu picked up the quilt and covered Fujiwara Chiya's waist with it.

Fortunately, he was lying down. Fortunately, Fujiwara Chiye covered his face. If he was lying down, he would not be able to face anyone.

"Where did Mi Yu learn massage?"

As if to divert attention, Fujiwara Chiya asked.

“On TV.”

"It's amazing, the technique... is very good." Fujiwara Chiye felt the smooth little hands rubbing his skin.

"Mi Yu is practicing. Ulala said that Mi Yu's massage can definitely make Brother-sama happy!"

"Ulala?"

"She is Mi Yu's friend."

After hearing the compatibility result of Dai Kenfukulai last time, Mi Yu decided to take the initiative to improve Qianye's favorability. The other party has already said that her feelings will not be smooth sailing, and the person standing in front of her is undoubtedly Fujiwara Shirayuki!

Perfection, Bai Xue and her brother are perfectly compatible. Mi Yu absolutely cannot accept such a result. She wants to resist the fate and prove that she is the sister worthy of her brother.

Fujiwara Shirayuki is just a guy who popped up halfway and has some blood relationship with her. How can he compare to the relationship between her and her brother!

"Brother, your muscles are so beautiful..."

Mi Yu gently stroked the muscular contours of Fujiwara Chiya's back as he lay prone, and exclaimed in admiration.

"Because I've been exercising recently."

Fujiwara Chiya replied, suppressing the itch in his heart.

"Of course I can't compare to Uma Musume."

He trained only to prevent himself from being kicked to death by the horse girl by accident one day, just like the time when Fujiwara Shirayuki first appeared, he was kicked directly in the face.

So in order to survive in this school, health is the most important thing.

"Brother, you don't need to compete with Uma Musume. Mi Yu will do whatever Brother wants to do for you."

Mi Yu shook her arms, which were as slender as white lotus roots. Although they were thin and tender, she was able to lift Fujiwara Chiye up.

"You are so reliable, Mi Yu."

"Yes, Mi Yu wants to be the most capable sister to my brother!"

With a smile on his face, Mi Yu massaged Fujiwara Chiya's back.

Oops, I feel a little sleepy.

At night, being bathed in this way by Mi Yu made Fujiwara Chiye feel dizzy and he couldn't help yawning.

"If you want to sleep, please take off your clothes first. After you fall asleep, Mi Yu will cover you with a blanket."

"That's not necessary. Mi Yu should go back and rest early."

If someone saw him getting a massage from a loli while he was naked, he would die on the spot. Not to mention that he was naked, if someone saw him with his bare chest being ridden by Mi Yu, they would definitely call the police.

Fortunately, it's not daytime, and there won't be anyone here in the middle of the night...

"Qianye."

"Fuck!"

With lightning speed, Fujiwara Chiya raised his hand and pressed Mi Yu on the bed, then pulled the quilt to cover her. His speed was so fast that all the magic masters were eclipsed. Just after Fujiwara Chiya hid Mi Yu, the door opened, and a man with a resolute face and messy hair walked in.

"Yota!"

"What's wrong, yelling?"

"No, nothing. What are you doing? You come here in the middle of the night without even knocking on the door."

"Didn't I say hello to you?"

"You've called me, but you should at least knock on the door first..."

"Why bother? Your door isn't locked anyway." He laughed and sat on the sofa. "What's the matter? Are you doing something shameful secretly?"

“Ha! How is it possible…” Fujiwara Chiye quietly leaned inside.

"What are you here for?"

"I wanted to play poker with you, but I didn't expect you to go to bed so early." Looking at Fujiwara Chiya who was wrapped in the quilt, Katsumura Yota picked up an orange and started eating. "Weren't you always a night owl until two in the morning?"

"I didn't do that, did you see?"

"I logged in at 2am and saw you were still in the game, lying to me."

"Fuck, are you sick? You're not going to work tomorrow, are you? You're playing games late at night."

"No, how dare you say that to me?" Katsumura Yota started eating the orange.

You little bastard, why don’t you leave?

Fujiwara Chiye wanted to curse, but Mi Yu was right inside his quilt!

The small hands were hugging his waist, and the hot breath was blowing on his back. Fujiwara Chiye was a little scared. Would she suffocate in there? If Yangta saw it, his reputation in Tresen would be completely ruined.

This big mouth tells everything.

"My senior invited me to play billiards this Sunday. He asked me to come over and ask if you want to come with us and have a drink to celebrate."

"Celebrating what?"

"Uma Musume won GII, and he still felt unsatisfied after celebrating with his own Uma Musume, so he wanted to go out for a drink with us."

"No, I have the chairman's order not to drink."

"Who are you trying to fool? Last time, you were drunk and late, and the chairman raided your house. Everyone in the group went crazy, calling you the number one person who angered the chairman, the little troublemaker prince."

"Stop giving me weird nicknames. If I drink again, the chairman will really deduct my salary."

"Okay, then I'll tell the seniors that the chairman's mother is very strict and won't let you go."

Katsumura Yota stood up.

"By the way, I'm willing to admit defeat on the opera matter. Tomorrow I'll do double the work, and you can have fun as you please!" He shook his head as if he was out of anger, "But you won't be so lucky next time."

After saying something cruel and incomprehensible, Katsumura Yota left the room.

After the footsteps disappeared, Fujiwara Chiye hurriedly lifted the quilt.

"Mi Yu, are you okay?"

"call……"

Mi Yu, with a red face, showed his head.

She gasped and came out.

At this time, Mi Yu was soaked all over, and her school uniform was translucent and stuck to her body, revealing the white underwear underneath.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Fujiwara Chiye's eyes almost popped out.

"I'm sorry, Mi Yu, I just..."

"Mi Yu knows." She fiddled with the bangs stuck to her forehead, "If Mi Yu is seen, my brother will be troubled."

"It's not a big deal, but if that kid finds out, there will definitely be all kinds of rumors, and you definitely won't like it."

"Yes, then this is also a helpless move by my elder brother." Mi Yu smiled, "Mi Yu will not disturb my elder brother from beating people tonight, Mi Yu will leave first."

After saying that she stood up.

"Wait, Mi Yu, you'll catch a cold if you go back like this."

Fujiwara Chiya rummaged through the closet and took out his coat.

"Put this on."

It can just cover Mi Yu's whole body.

"Yes."

After putting on his shoes, Mi Yu nodded goodbye to Fujiwara Chiya, then left the room.

When she reached the corridor, Mi Yu stopped and silently lifted her collar and put it in front of her nose.

"Brother, your taste is... wonderful."

Chapter 68: Trasen Celebration

Time came to the end of the team selection, in the classroom, Mejiro McQueen stood on the podium.

"We need to decide on the content of the event. Who has any ideas?"

After the tense and exciting exam, it was finally time to relax, which was the celebration of Treson.

Every class must have an activity content.

For example, the two classes next door hosted the Butler Cafe and the Haunted House, which had distinct personalities.

So Mejiro McQueen also started to work without being left out. After all, Tresson’s celebration is not only for students in the school, but also for teachers, trainers and spectators.

"I have an idea."

Good opera stood up.

"what?"

"Why don't we have a fashion show? Each of us can show off our beauty and let the audience judges give us the scores. Of course, the champion of this event will definitely be the noble and beautiful me!" Good Opera began in a rhythmic voice.

"We have to make the clothes ourselves, which doesn't take that long." Mejiro McQueen rejected it on the spot.

"What else do others think?"

"How about a wrestling match!" Condor raised his hand, "Let's have a passionate fight. The audience will definitely like this kind of show!"

"It's too violent, that's not okay either."

"What!? Violence!" Condor slammed the table.

"Wrestling is an art. How can you say it is violence? It is a kind of beauty, a beauty of strength and form! I will never allow you to define wrestling as a rough bare-handed fight!"

However, Mejiro McQueen was not going to pay attention to Condor's protests and continued to ask others.

"Does anyone have any other ideas?"

"If you ask me, just clear the room, put a bed and pillows in it, and anyone who is tired can come and take a nap. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Qingyun Tiankong said lazily.

"How could anyone want to sleep here!"

"Yes, that's me." After saying that, Qingyun Tiankong lay down on the table and fell asleep instantly.

Mejiro McQueen covered his face.

"Is there no reliable person in our class?" Her eyes fell on Fujiwara Shirayuki in the front row.

By the way, Bai Xue once said that she was from the Metropolitan Sakuramachi School. In that case, she should have done some research on this aspect. After all, the celebration of that school is quite famous.

"Shirayuki, do you have any ideas?"

Mejiro McQueen said to Fujiwara Shirayuki, whose attention was completely focused on Fujiwara Chiya.

"……I?"