Uma Musume, Master of Love

Uma Musume, Master of Love

Author: Gentle Breeze and Misty Rain

Introduction:

She traveled through the world of Uma Musume and was adopted by the Satomi family. When she arrived in Tresen, she was shocked when she ran into her roommate. He was so strong that he couldn't defeat the monster, and the scent of horse mint was refreshing.

Since I can’t win, then I won’t try to win. I’ll just go for the triple crown!

Alas~ The main focus is on a flexible race walking~ I came to Treson for only three things, to make money, to make money, and to make money from Tama!

Although I have the Love Master System, I am born to be rebellious!

Love? Wrong! It's a love obstacle!

What? Dajingjing wants to invite me to run the Triple Crown together?

Humph! I won’t go~ I won’t go~ Not only will I not go, I will also annoy her to death with my nonsense every day!

——However, it was not until the great shock pressed Huiyi Baiju under him that Baiju realized that he seemed to be Ma Bohe as well...

[The introduction is weak, please move to the main text]

IF Chapter 1: Adorable Ice Sculptures on the Street

The crowds at Shibuya Crossing finally thinned out at 3 a.m.

Beside the Hachiko statue, the blue, pink, and purple neon lights shimmered like watercolors against the snowy backdrop.

The snow was climbing up everything around them at a rate of three centimeters per hour, including the small figure crouching next to the bronze statue, who remained motionless, almost becoming a statue made of snow.

The mechanical sound of the convenience store's automatic doors opening and closing cut through the night. A clerk in a camel coat sprinkled salt on the steps. The smell of de-icing agent stung my nose, like someone stuffing a wad of cotton wool into my trachea. White steam from oden wafted in from inside the glass curtain wall; radish and kelp floated in the broth, the aroma of food mingling with the cold of the snow, as if even the smell had been frozen away by the cold.

Stray cats along the Shibuya River crawl into cardboard boxes, ice crystals forming beads at the tips of their whiskers. The fluorescent light from vending machines seeps into the snow, turning the untouched beverage cans a phosphorescent blue.

The snow statue suddenly exhaled, condensing into white smoke in the air. She seemed to see the white smoke she exhaled being sliced ​​into pieces by the buildings of Shinjuku, turning into December moths that flew towards the eternally smiling idol, Uma Musume, on the advertising screen.

I'm so envious... I'm really so envious...

The mournful strains of a saxophone drifted from the subway tunnel, the coins in the case frozen solid. An elderly musician huddled in the ventilation vent, icicles hanging from his hair. Red coral earrings from Atahai swayed beneath his faded woolen hat, like unmailed love letters frosted in a mailbox.

The coral red of her earlobe burned a halo on her retina, and Xue Xiang suddenly remembered the last time she worked overtime in her past life.

The office heating made the humidifier humidify, and the blue light from the computer screen reflected the image of the 24-story office building.

Back then, she was called Bai Yihui, or rather... she is still called Bai Yihui now, her thoughts counting the second hand of her racing heart as the shredder shovels away contracts.

Her body temperature was being drawn away along her spine. She looked down at her silvery-white eyelashes covered in snowflakes—this was the fourth day since she transmigrated, and the horse girl body in this other world still retained the memories of her previous human life.

The inner side of the ear tip started to turn bluish, like frostbitten satellite debris.

The vending machine's deep blue light washed over her ankles. She counted her heartbeats, waiting for dawn, but could clearly hear the crisp sound of icicles growing in her veins.

The old musician suddenly took off her earring. As her frozen fingers brushed against the snowflakes on her forehead, tiny cracks appeared in the coral pattern, revealing a gap in spacetime.

It's unclear which winter night it was, but the dean carried the feverish Huiyi across the long snow track, the asphalt road gleaming coldly under the streetlights from the de-icing agent.

Fragments of memory scraped against her nerves, and she finally curled up into the posture of a cub, letting snowflakes fill the gaps between her eyelashes.

When the vibration of the first tram arriving at the station in the morning reached her, Bai Yihui's breath was already as thin as a layer of cellophane.

The giant screen in Shinjuku is still playing the smiling faces of virtual idols, while the pale golden hoofprints unique to the horse girl are emerging on the snow, vaporizing into stardust as her body heat dissipates.

In the final retinal image, a meteor streaked across the sky above Yoyogi.

As snowplows rolled across the Shibuya River at dawn, people noticed that the snow-sculpted horse-ear shape was melting.

As meltwater seeped into the city's veins along the winding drainage ditch, a surveillance camera in a 24-story office building captured a bizarre moment—the computer at workstation C-7 started up on its own, the cursor flickering across a blank document like the pulse of a dying person. A drop of water drooped from a withered pothos vine, reflecting the silvery-white eyelashes of a horse in the morning light.

Bai Yihui's last auditory experience was the dull thud of the snowplow's rollers rubbing against the ground.

The sound reminded her of the old pencil sharpener in the orphanage of her past life, where the director would always hand her colored pencils to her frostbitten palms: "Xiao Hui's snow scenes are the most beautiful." At this moment, the snow in Tokyo was seeping into her increasingly transparent fingers, like sketch lines erased by an eraser.

As the elderly musician buried his coral earrings in the snow, a street corner security camera flashed with noise.

A shop assistant in a camel-colored uniform pushed open the door and peered out, seeing the afterimage of a young horse running in the icy mist—pale golden hoofprints blooming into fleeting lotuses on the asphalt road, each step precisely overlapping the commuting footprints once left by an office worker.

At the melting snow-covered intersection, half-melted icicles clung to the paws of the Hachiko statue. As the morning rush hour crowds once again blanketed the streets, no one remembered the snow sculpture. Only in the bottom shelf of the vending machine, in the hot drink compartment, lay a frosted hundred-yen coin, its heads facing up, a picture of cherry blossoms in full bloom.

The first possible IF ending!

Freshly baked!

IF Chapter: Free IF: Three thousand strands of black hair, yet unable to grow old together with you.

[The IF author is a fan named Mengyan; this is a great IF that makes the cuckoo bird's stomach churn.]

[Considering that some readers might not see it if it's placed in the IF section, I've put it here as usual. The main text will be updated as usual today.]

Each IF statement is essentially independent.

"Hey, Deep, what do you think our relationship is right now?" Huiyi nestled in Da Zhenhan's arms, her already delicate body appearing even more fragile in comparison. Da Zhenhan could feel Huiyi's body temperature through their pressed skin, and in the silent moment, her heartbeat became especially noticeable.

Greatly shocked, she knew she should say those two words directly, but several times she opened her mouth and ultimately remained silent. It wasn't that she was stage fright at this moment, in the center of the stage; rather, it felt as if an invisible hand had covered her mouth, preventing her from uttering those two words. She didn't understand why she felt this way. Even though she was about to pass through a long winter and welcome the new spring, at this moment, she felt as if she were standing in a desolate forest, looking at Huiyi in her arms, a strange sense of loss welling up within her.

Deeply shocked and speechless, she reached out to touch Huiyi's flawless hair, but Huiyi stood up at that moment. She missed, only feeling a gentle breeze on her fingertips, unable to touch Huiyi.

"What do you think...what is our relationship?" She withdrew her hand in shock, staring blankly at her pale, cold hand, which had once been warm, but now seemed to have been swept away by the wind.

“Deep is really cunning~ At a time like this, are you going to throw the problem back at us?” Huiyi turned around and smiled at Da Zhenhan, but Da Zhenhan could clearly feel the deep dejection hidden in the smile.

That expression pierced Da Zhen's pounding heart, and she hurriedly spoke, as if trying to salvage the person before her, "Yes..."

"You're lovers, right?" Huiyi said the word faster than her, the word that represented their relationship. "Deep is such a blockhead~ If you'd been any later, I might have been snatched away by someone else, you know?"

"I...I'm sorry," Da Zhenzhen lowered his head in shame. At this moment, it was indeed he, as Duma, who should have said it, but for some reason, he had a feeling that if he said it, Huiyi would vanish.

"It's okay, I don't care about these things, but... I still prefer to hear Deep say it himself, okay?" Huiyi used a look that only people who are mutually in love or deeply in love can understand when she saw the great shock.

"We are lovers, Huiyi," Da Zhenzhen mustered his courage and embraced Huiyi, whispering firmly in her ear. The warmth of the beauty in his arms gradually dispelled his illusions, but the bleak autumn wind did not leave; it lingered there.

"You dared to say it, that's great!" Huiyi chuckled, her smile as bright as a spring day that melts away ice and snow, yet offering little warmth.

"Huiyi, don't go!" Da Zhenzhen hugged Huiyi tightly, as if trying to stop him from leaving. She didn't understand why she felt that Huiyi would leave, but her body had already acted.

Upon hearing this, Huiyi's body trembled slightly. He then gently patted Dazhen's back and said, "It's okay, I won't leave. What are you thinking about? We're lovers, destined to be together forever."

"Um... I'm sorry, I overreacted." Da Zhenzhen forced a smile, a smile so contorted it made Huiyi almost laugh. "What? That's worse than crying, isn't it? If you're going to laugh, just laugh properly! I love being deeply happy. A deep smile is infectious; even I find myself smiling along with you unconsciously. Of course, it's a genuine, cheerful smile, like this."

Huiyi gently pushed the corners of Da Zhenhan's mouth with her hand, helping Da Zhenhan to smile, a smile that belonged only to her.

"Deep has a beautiful smile," Huiyi seemed quite pleased with the smile, and she left a light kiss on Deep's forehead. "This is a reward for Deep. Always be cheerful, okay?"

"Yes, I will." Looking at the lovely woman before him, Da Zhenzhen finally revealed a genuine, happy smile.

But as he prepared to kiss her back, the scene before him shattered like a mirror. "Stay cheerful," Radiant's voice seemed to still echo in his ears, but when Da Zhenhan reached out to touch Radiant in front of him, he found nothing.

"Brother-in-law, it's time to go!" Da Zhenzhen woke up with a start, looking at her hands in disbelief, while Guangzuan beside her seemed unfazed. "Did you dream about my sister again?"

"...Yes," she said, her voice heavy with shock as she lowered her hands. The dream she had just experienced was so real, so real, that she didn't want to leave it behind and wanted to remain trapped in it forever.

"I'll wait outside the court first. Brother-in-law, you should also get ready early, we should leave." Guangzuan left the living room, but before she was completely out the door, she stopped and looked back at Da Zhenhan. "Don't dwell too much on the past. If your sister saw you like this, she would be very angry and upset, wouldn't she?"

After Guangzuan finished speaking, he looked at her silently for a while with a slightly pitying gaze before walking out the door. Da Zhenhan, on the other hand, followed a routine like a walking corpse, washing his face and brushing his teeth, changing his clothes, going back to his room to get other clothes to wear, and finally leaving the house.

Crown and Diamond were already in the car. After Da Zhenhan sat down, the driver started the car. No one said a word the whole way; they were going to see Huiyi.

Every year on this day, this little place becomes a bit more lively, but to be honest, it's just that there are more people. Most people don't talk much; some sit quietly to the side, some stand in front of the tombstones, and some pace back and forth silently.

Da Zhenhan glanced around briefly; almost everyone had arrived this year. Upon seeing Da Zhenhan and his group, the others silently made way for him in the center. Da Zhenhan walked slowly and heavily to Huiyi's side, sat down gently, and said nothing. No one wanted to break the silence, just as everyone longed to return to the joyful times of the past.

Time passed slowly, and everyone gradually left. How much time had passed? A mist began to rise from the forest.

Crown helped the sobbing Dazzle back into the car, leaving only a profound shock still lingering in the air.

"So, 'to be together forever'... is 'to long for each other forever'... Huiyi?" After everyone left, Da Zhenhan looked towards the horizon and slowly spoke, "You said... you liked me most when I was happy, because then you could see my cheerful, genuine smile, and then you'd be infected by it and laugh along, the two of us laughing like fools... Hey, if I smile now, a genuine, cheerful smile, can you laugh with me? Laugh with me... like fools......"

Tears welled up in Da Shen's eyes. "Hey, Huiyi, please come back... please let this nightmare end, hey... Huiyi, if this is a prank... I give up, anything is fine... come back, come back, Huiyi..."

A gentle breeze slowly rose in the tranquil forest, caressing Da Zhenhan's face, wiping away his tears, before drifting away into the distance, leaving Da Zhenhan alone, sitting beside Huiyi, silently sobbing.

These three thousand strands of black hair, yet we could not grow old together.

IF Volume: Free IF: A Journey of Disqualification

[Warning: This IF scenario is completely unrelated to the main storyline! Viewers under 18 years of age should watch with parental guidance!]

[No connection whatsoever!] [And...Cooco Bird is here to ask for a full subscription, meow!]

[Keep going...but it's an abyss—!!]

It's not too late to turn back now!

[Author's weight: 650KG]

According to the Chronicles of Trésor's Beauties, Glittering White was originally slated to compete in the Arc de Triomphe after Crown, but due to the excessive strain of Crown, she was instead sprinted to the Longchamp Chapel, creating another legendary moment. Her companion, Great Shock, suffered from acclimatization issues in France, mistakenly ingesting medication during treatment, and thus had her Arc de Triomphe result cancelled. Afterwards, the two beauties gradually drifted apart due to their different racing styles, and their relationship became merely a formality.

However, this history has been romanticized; the truth is that this couple was completely out of place in romantic France...

A luxury hotel in Paris, France, on September 20.

Huiyi Baiju struggled to open his eyes, trying to bring back his body, which had been overexerted the night before and was now fully back to its natural state; the flush on his body had not yet completely subsided.

Ever since Great Shock arrived in Paris to prepare for the Arc de Triomphe with White Horse, White Horse, who hadn't seen him for a long time, has been frantically asking Great Shock for food every day, eating every dish Great Shock has prepared until his belly is full. Great Shock is happy to oblige and accepts everything offered.

Thinking of this, Baiju's little mouth twitched in comfort, and she sighed contentedly before slowly getting up, tidying herself up, and heading to the Longshang Arena.

Kitahara finally arrived in Paris today, and his first task was to test the French adaptation and training results of Shiroko and Da Shock. Da Shock's Torrena had other commitments in Longchamp and couldn't make it.

"Today's scheduled test is the 1200-meter chase test. We'll check the results and report back to URA. You and Da Zhenhan will do it together."

Baiju and Dazhen agreed, finished warming up, and went onto the track.

As the Kitahara flag was lowered and the gates opened, the white horse sped onto the track, skidding close to the gate. The Great Shock was clearly a step behind, falling half a horse's length behind.

"Every time I watch the white horse start from the gate, I am amazed that a perfect start is nothing more than this."

But Huiyi Baiju knew he was in trouble. Starting the race stretched his thigh muscles considerably, and his lower abdomen, which had been bulging and contracting countless times over the past few days, suddenly throbbed with an untimely, pleasurable electric current. Now, every time he lifted his leg, he had to endure this stimulating torment. Thinking that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, Baiju increased his pace. But even though it was only 1200 meters, the finish line marker seemed so far away.

Kitahara noticed that Shiroko's pace was much faster than in Yasuda, leaving Da Shenchang far behind. He thought to himself, "Shiroko's escape methods are even more ferocious now, but can he hold on for such a high-speed escape at the Arc de Triomphe?"

Having crossed 600 meters, the white horse had already pulled ahead by more than ten horse lengths with all its might, but every muscle in its body was screaming with excitement, as if countless electric currents were coursing through its veins. The white horse could only pray that it could still control its body until the finish line; it couldn't care less about the terrifying reaction that awaited it afterward. So it simply tried its best to speed up!

"1000-meter mark... 54.8 seconds! The white horse has actually broken the European sprint record in 1000 meters, and has already opened up a huge gap of 20 horse lengths!" Kitahara was still shocked by the white horse's speed, but the next second, Kitahara's body was filled with fear and trembling.

The great shock was astonished by the speed of the white horse, but it also felt that the white horse's posture was a bit strange. This desperate posture seemed very abnormal. However, the first priority was to catch up with it. Only by catching up could they find out what had happened!

After a kilometer, Baiju finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body about to be controlled by the electric current. Thinking that he absolutely couldn't fall while running at full speed, Baiju used the last bit of strength to slow down his pace, raised his upper body to ensure that his body could still maintain its balance, and then—he was met with the terrifying tide.

Every muscle in his body was stimulated by the electric current, spasming with excitement. The white horse was forced to raise its head, its eyes turning white, and its white hair was scattered and flying everywhere as its muscles trembled. It was as if it was showing a beautiful side on the racetrack. If it hadn't stopped its steps completely for a few seconds, it would have almost scared Kitahara to death.

By the time Shirako recovered, he saw that Dahenzhen, without much thought, had overtaken him. Ignoring Kitahara who was rushing towards him, Shirako tried to catch up with Dahenzhen as quickly as possible, but a few seconds of hesitation had already put him at a disadvantage. In the end, Dahenzhen crossed the finish line with a four-horse lead. Kitahara also barely caught up.

"Baiju, are you still feeling unwell? This accident might prevent you from competing!"

Baiju recovered from the excruciating pain, a relieved smile on his face: "I'm fine. I must have just been flying too fast and got a cramp."

The man seemed to have discovered something, hesitated, and finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence: "If someone gets cramps after the 1200 meters, shouldn't we reconsider the Arc de Triomphe? Are we worried about injuries?"

Kitahara said seriously, "Did you exhaust yourself too much after winning the championship and couldn't support the long-distance escape? You just sprinted across the 1000-meter line at full speed and your time was 54.8 seconds, which is already a European record. But you cramped up, which wiped out your advantage. In the end, your time for the 1200 meters was only 70 seconds. With this performance, you probably can't escape the Arc de Triomphe. If you had known, you should have recovered beforehand and run the mile race instead."

Bai Ju thought about how frightening the waves had been just now. If something like that had happened at the Arc de Triomphe, it might have caused an accident. He couldn't say anything to insist anymore, since he had brought it on himself and his body was still reliving the experience.

Kitahara pondered what would happen to Shiroko if he withdrew from the Arc de Triomphe race, when suddenly his eyes lit up: "Shiroko, you escaped very well in the 1000 meters just now. There's a short G1 race on the same day as the Arc de Triomphe, the Longchamp Cathedral race, which is a 1000-meter straight track. You'll definitely be able to win it!"

Bai Ju anxiously awaited the trial, but a turning point arrived, and he readily agreed: "Okay, 1000 meters, I'll definitely escape beautifully!"

The official account of Shiroko announced that due to excessive exertion from her victory at the Grand Prix de Triomphe, she has cancelled her participation and will instead compete in the Grand Prix de la République. Fans expressed their disappointment but also their understanding. A horse girl with 4G1 ratings in half a year—this is unprecedented in Japanese horse girl history!

However, the great shock became the Arc de Triomphe's only hope, and heavy pressure suddenly descended upon it.

Baiju knew that the Church Tournament was far less physically demanding than the Arc de Triomphe, and his body was itching to get a little more active. It wouldn't be too much to reward himself a little, would it?

The training is intense every day, accumulating pressure, and only Baiju's charisma can slightly ease my tense heart. It's perfectly reasonable for me to get closer to Baiju and increase my favorability towards her.

The couple spent several incredibly romantic days in the romantic city.

The day before the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix. Baiju and Da Zhenhan conserved their energy for the competition, only briefly touching the grass to feel the moisture before resting. Upon returning to their hotel room and changing out of their sportswear, Baiju wrapped his arms around Da Zhenhan's neck and whispered in his ear, "My appetite is getting bigger and bigger, you need to satisfy me, okay?" Then he went into the locker room, making a rustling sound.

Da Zhenhan had been indulging in pleasure with Baiju these past few days and was starting to feel a bit exhausted. But Baiju was just so adorable; he wanted to spend every single second with him. Thinking of this, Da Zhenhan made up his mind, took out the Horse Leap Z pill from his pocket, and some pills that seemed to be called XX-Naphthylamine. After swallowing the pills, Da Zhenhan felt full of energy; tonight would definitely be even better.

That night, Baiju truly transformed into a glutton, consuming all of Da Zhenhan's creations, his belly bulging high. Da Zhenhan, aided by external forces, worked tirelessly throughout the night, satisfying Baiju. Tonight, the two were filled with unparalleled joy.

In a daze, there was a rapid knocking on the door. "Baiju! You overslept! We need to get to the competition venue right now!" It was the anxious Kitahara outside the door.

Bai Ju jumped up in fright and replied quickly, "Okay, okay, I'll get it done right now and get ready to come out. You wait outside, don't let me bump into you!"

Bai Ju looked at his swollen belly, thinking that it would take some time for it to deflate, and then thought about the oversized shirt of the final battle suit. He made up his mind, ignored his belly, and put on the final battle suit.