...
When the two returned, the sky had already darkened, so they couldn't avoid Tina's nagging.
After dinner, Special Week first went to Tina's room, dealing with Tina's gossip.
"Spe-chan, why so late today?"
"Because I told Trainer-san lots of childhood stories, and before we knew it, we had walked far."
"Anything else happen?"
"No." Special Week's mind was now entirely on Lucian; she didn't even put effort into lying, so naturally, it didn't give her away.
"Alright~ Get some rest early then. Tomorrow, send Little Lu to the station."
"Mm-hmm."
...
Special Week knew Tina's sleep schedule very well.
A little past eleven at night, she tiptoed across the wooden corridor, quietly arriving at the door to Lucian's room.
This time, Lucian's wait wasn't in vain, and Special Week gave him a surprise—new skin.
She was wrapped in a loose yukata, the lacquered obi patterned with unknown flowers. She clumsily stepped into Lucian's room and let out a breath only after sliding the wooden door closed.
"Trai..."
Special Week had just turned around when, unexpectedly, Lucian had approached at some point, pressing her against the door and kissing her, cutting off her words.
The surprise in her eyes gradually melted away as Special Week reciprocated Lucian's kiss.
In the pushing and shoving, the yukata grew even looser, slipping from her shoulders. Lucian's hands traced the curve of her back, pulling the fabric down further, exposing the soft glow of her skin under the lamplight. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a hunger that made her knees weaken, her body pressing against the door for support.
The yukata pooled at their feet, leaving her bare except for the lingering warmth of his touch. Lucian's fingers trailed down her sides, eliciting soft gasps from Special Week as he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his attention.
Special Week pursed her lips and shook her head. "Trainer-san... the light hasn't been turned off yet.... Okaa-san might... wu..."
Her voice nearly spilled out completely, and she quickly covered her mouth.
But Lucian, head buried, couldn't see her expression. "Isn't Spe-chan the one who likes me being more forward? Now that I'm forward, you're not happy."
"I am.. happy, but the light..."
She stroked Lucian's hair, already struggling to form a complete sentence.
"I don't want to turn off the light. It's that simple." Lucian knew about the light, of course. Perhaps from outside now, one could only see an irregular shadow.
Wasn't he afraid Tina might suddenly wake up? Afraid, of course he was.
But the crops in the pasture had long matured, and it was the season of harvest.
There was a forecast for storms, so they had to speed up the reaping.
The fleeting yukata wilted to the ground.
Lucian's mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down her neck to her collarbone, then to her breasts, taking one nipple between his lips and sucking gently at first, then with more fervor, his hand sliding between her thighs to find her already wet center. He teased her folds with his fingers, circling her clit slowly, building the tension as her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.
He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that sensitive spot, pumping rhythmically while his thumb continued its assault on her clit. Special Week's moans were muffled by her hand, her body arching as waves of pleasure built.
Her eyes were sweating, her forehead beading with sweat, her thighs trembling as he brought her to the edge, only to slow down, drawing out the torment, whispering against her skin, "Not yet, Spe-chan. I want to feel you come undone completely."
"Spe-chan, do you remember the question Auntie Tina asked you yesterday? The one you said so shamefully in the afternoon." Lucian gave Special Week a brief chance to catch her breath.
Special Week's blank mind couldn't think anymore, nor did she notice Lucian's sudden change in address; she just responded, "I remember."
He positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her entrance, teasing her with shallow thrusts before finally pushing in fully, filling her with a slow, deliberate motion that made her gasp. He set a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and claiming, his hands gripping her hips to pull her closer.
Special Week wrapped her legs around him, meeting his movements, the friction building an intense heat between them. Lucian's pace quickened, his breaths ragged as he buried his face in her neck, nipping at her skin.
The climax hit her like a storm, her walls clenching around him as she cried out softly, her body shuddering in release. Lucian followed soon after, spilling inside her with a groan, holding her tightly as they rode out the waves together.
...
Only the moon was faithful, because after one or two o'clock, both the shadows and the lights went out.
...
"Spe-chan! Dawdling again! Hurry up, Little Lu will miss the train."
"Coming." Special Week had changed into the outfit from yesterday's pasture stroll.
There was definitely no time for a bath, but luckily, the clothes had no strange smells.
"Spe-chan, what's wrong? Did you twist your ankle?" Tina looked at Special Week's somewhat limping gait and asked worriedly.
The culprit, Lucian, peered through the window, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Mm... I had a cramp when I woke up this morning." Special Week looked at Lucian, her gaze hiding a lewd and obscure meaning only they understood.
He recalled the way she had trembled under him, her legs wrapped tightly as he thrust deeper, her cramps from the intensity now manifesting in her walk.
"Cramp?" Tina frowned.
"Mm! Isn't cramping a sign of growing taller? Maybe I'm going to grow." Special Week changed the topic while getting in the car.
"Alright, hope so~" Tina got back in the car. "Let's go."
Tina drove, humming a tune.
Lucian and Special Week said nothing, one facing the left window, the other the right.
But a certain mischievous tail wrapped around, coiling onto Lucian's palm for him to knead and play with, and to say goodbye.
...
After bidding farewell to Special Week and her mother, Lucian's next stop wasn't another horse girl's home.
Plans always failed to keep up with changes; his plans were often interrupted.
So this ticket of Lucian's was for the return trip—not back to Tokai Teio, but back to his own home.
On the way, Silence Suzuka called.
Lucian put on his earphones.
"Moshi moshi, Suzuka. Long time no see."
"Lucian-kun, next Tuesday, I want to see you at the airport. Don't tell anyone about my early return."
So assertive, so domineering... so scary.
"No one at all?" Lucian asked tentatively.
"No one."
"As you command~ Suzuka-sama." Lucian smiled in relief, actually quite looking forward to it in his heart. "I miss you a bit. It's been a year since we met."
There was silence on Silence Suzuka's end for a moment. "I'll move it up by a day or two."
She couldn't wait either.
"No, no... I'm still out traveling right now. No need to rush."
"Traveling? Who is Lucian-kun with?"
"Myself. Just came back from Spe-chan's place." Lucian said.
That wasn't anything; everyone in the group knew.
Silence Suzuka: "Not continuing the home visits?"
Lucian: "No, a bit tired. Traveling alone."
"Tired? Or tired?" Silence Suzuka knew about Lucian and Special Week's ambiguity. "Forget it, I'll interrogate Lucian-kun properly when I return... Also, I miss you too. At night, thinking of Lucian-kun makes my heart race unconsciously, leading to insomnia, or sadness... Lucian-kun, I want to see you, so much, so much."
"Suzuka, when you return, I'll slowly tell you about all the things that happened this year."
"Mm." Silence Suzuka smiled very sweetly. "And... the matter with the special trainer."
It was precisely for this that she was hiding from the others and returning a few days early.
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