"We would like to offer our gratitude for hosting us on your yacht, Mister Cigame Fujita."
"Uuh… Yeah…"
"The pleasure is all ours, Miss Mejiro Ramonu. We hope you and Mister Igo Heita slept quite well last night."
"Fufufu~~ Of course we did. Isn't that right, dear?"
"Uuuh… Mmhhmm…"
The next morning rolls in, and the time of parting between the 2 parties has come. Normally, one would be refreshed and reinvigorated after a good night's sleep, but it seems that it was just the umamusumes who were reinvigorated, while the men look like they have wandered in the desert for 40 years.
Cigame Fujita looks exactly like a stickbug. His skin stuck close to his bone, his eyes sank into his eye sockets, and his body swayed from the weakest wind. The young man doesn't look as dry as the older man, but he doesn't look that much better. The thing that stood out about the young man is the shape of his face. It's as if he had been sleeping with 2 heavy ball-shaped objects on his face. He looks exactly like that one Squidward meme where he lies flat on the ground after being sat on by Patrick.
"Then please excuse us. Let's go back, dear."
"Yes…"
Ramonu drags her victim into the speedboat to get back to the training camp inn. The captain quickly set off once the pair had properly sat down.
"My head… hurt so bad…"
"Many would die to be where you were last night, dear."
"I could've died, UMA!! I felt my skull cracking and molded into the shape of your butts!!"
"You were quieter last night. Perhaps another round of correction is needed."
"WAIT!! WAIT!! MERCY!! MERCY!! I don't want to die!!"
"I love hearing that from you. Would you be willing to record your wail of despair in a professional recording studio if I pay you ten million?"
"You monster. I've never met someone as evil as you are."
"Says the bastard who kept blue-balling me last night."
"To be fair, you were cuffed up and unable to fight back. That's a prime opportunity to turn bitches who are always high and mighty into what they truly are."
"And you say that I'm evil."
"I never said that I'm not evil. Just because something makes my dick hard doesn't mean other things won't."
"You certainly have a way with euphemism. I would love to learn more from you."
"I take pride in that."
The speedboat finally reached the dock it had left last night. The pair disembark and immediately enter the waiting car, which wastes no time speeding up once the pair has sat comfortably.
"Mmh… My throat still hurts, dear."
"Go drink a ginger drink or something like that."
"Do you not feel guilty since you were the one who caused it?"
"Nope! Seeing you on that metal stock was perfect–especially with the muzzle on your face that forces you to open your mouth."
"And hearing you beg for your life was adorable. I wonder if I can make you do that again?"
"Fuck you."
"I asked you to do that last night, coward. Regretting that decision now, do you? Too bad. Not letting you in."
"I wonder if Air Groove is down for some fuck."
"..."
"..."
"Give me your face."
"Wait! Wait!! Not fair!!"
The young man intercepted Ramonu's hands as they were about to grab his head. He knows what she'll do, and although many would kill to be sat on by Mejiro Ramonu, the young man values his life more than most.
"You can't win against an umamusume, dear."
"Kuh!! Anything else!! Not that!! Please!!"
"I'm compelled to give you mercy, but I sadly have run out of that."
"What if I buy you more?! I can give you more!!"
The young man became more desperate as he was evidently being pinned down more and more. Both of them know that the young man has so little to bargain with that it's basically a free-for-all for Mejiro Ramonu.
"Hmm… Oohh~~"
"Ah… I don't like that look. What is brewing in your mind, you bwitch?"
"Ooohh~~ You're going to love it. I can assure you."
"Sit on my face. I would rather suffocate to death than whatever you are planning."
"Ufufufu~~"
"Please."
"Keep begging, dear. I love hearing your desperation."
Mejiro Ramonu rests herself on the young man's body now that both of them are lying on the couch of the car. Ramonu hums to herself as she feels the young man's racing heart on the side of her face, while the young man dreads whatever the umamusume is brewing. Knowing how wicked the supermodel can be, images of horrifying punishment flash through the young man's mind.
"Dear, about the second thing you asked last night."
"Sigh… Mister Fujita said that he'll do as much as he can on the JRA side. Outside of that is mine."
"Ours. It's not only your obligation, but also mine. Stop being a selfish prick and forget that I'm standing next to you."
"Well, you get what you paid for, Ramonu. You paid for a dick, you get a dick."
"Indeed, I did. Sad the dick rarely ever listens to me."
"Hey! I'm doing my part in making our dream come true!"
"Not exactly who I'm talking about, but yes, you did. Sigh… I'll be accompanying you to greet them at Tokyo Haneda airport, and that's a period. No buts."
"You have big butts, but I agree that there would be none of those buns."
"..."
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"..."
"AAAARRRGGGHH!! WAIT!!! WAIT!! NO!! NO!! MY HEAD!! MY HEAD!! YOU'RE CRUSHING MY HEAD!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
*CRACK*