Uma Musume, in the game

"That's what I wanted to ask, why did the trainer come here? And why is the trainer wearing strange clothes?" The Emperor of the East China Sea looked at Luo Cheng who was wearing a black tuxedo.

“I’m working part-time.”

"part time?"

"That's right, the trainer now is my servant and is serving me." Mubai McQueen said arrogantly.

"What? Is this the part-time job the trainer was talking about?!"

"Yes."

"Trainer!" The Emperor of the East China Sea was so angry that his tail was raised. He pounced on Luo Cheng's back and punched the man's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Emperor? It's just a part-time job anyway, so what's a part-time job?"

"No, why would you run to McQueen's side! You can't stand it when the trainer doesn't do something that has nothing to do with the horse girls, right? Yesterday was the same, what's the point! The trainer just sat there and let them step on him, and even...ah! I can't take it anymore!" The Emperor of the East China Sea was so angry just thinking about it.

"If the trainer likes being stepped on so much! Then I will step on the trainer every day! I will step on you to death!"

Luo Cheng was pushed to the ground by the Emperor of the East China Sea, with a small sock pressed against his face and the sultry smell of soap rushing into his nostrils.

"Mmmmm...Emperor..."

"No talking!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the emperor's little feet blocked his way.

Mebai McQueen watched all this in dumbfoundedness.

"Eh? W-what are you doing, Emperor? Why are you suddenly stepping on the trainer? Don't you ever play by the rules? Even I've been holding back!"

"Trainer, you're such an idiot, you don't even know what he did!"

"What did the trainer do?"

"He, he... um..." The Emperor of the East China Sea pouted. In order to save the trainer's face, the Emperor of the East China Sea did not tell him what happened that night.

Although Luo Cheng's face has been completely trampled on now.

"Okay, stop stepping on it!" Mubai McQueen pulled the emperor away and helped Luo Cheng up.

"Are you okay, trainer? You don't really like this rough play, do you?" asked Mebiru McQueen.

There was a faint citrus taste in his mouth, and Luo Cheng wiped his face.

"I'm still a little confused. The emperor moved so fast."

"Perverted trainer, hum~" The Emperor of the East China Sea snorted in dissatisfaction. She was so angry about that incident that she couldn't sleep the whole night, but because Cao Shangfei had run off to somewhere unknown, she stayed in the dormitory and couldn't go out.

Otherwise, the emperor will have to kick the trainer a few more times!

Doesn’t he like to be satisfied? Then the emperor should give him enough!

"That was force majeure, Emperor. You saw that I didn't dare to move at all."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's okay." Luo Cheng coughed a few times. The emperor next to him was still very angry. "Anyway, trainer, please compensate me first and serve me, the emperor."

"What are you doing, Emperor! My trainer is now giving me a part-time job! You broke in for no apparent reason, said a lot of nonsense, and then wanted my butler to serve you. What do you mean?" Mubai McQueen was a little furious.

"The trainer is originally mine. What's wrong with me asking him to serve me? Trainer, please massage my feet." The Emperor of the East China Sea sat on the tatami and raised his feet.

"Emperor!" Mubai McQueen raised his tail.

"Looks like I won't be able to eat milk cookies now, so I'll give you two a massage."

"Trainer!" Mubai McQueen couldn't accept it.

Her private game was ruined just like that!

"There's nothing I can do, McQueen. The Emperor is coming."

"Damn it, Emperor, you better remember this day."

"Hurry up, you perverted foot control trainer." The little toes in the cotton socks rubbed gently, and the Emperor of the East China Sea said dissatisfiedly.

"Here it comes, the willful imperial daughter." Luo Cheng held her fair and soft ankles, pressing his fingers on the soft and elastic soles of her feet.

"Trainer, why do you serve the emperor first? I am your master!"

"It's the same, it's not about who comes first or who comes later, okay?" Luo Cheng held the other person's small lotus feet, pinching the soft and elastic little feet in each hand.

"Pervert trainer, H, a pervert who gets horny when he touches a girl's feet!"

"Although the trainer does have some unique quirks, there's no need to say that about him." Mebiro McQueen was a little dissatisfied.

"McQueen is also an idiot. He has no idea what a trainer looks like."

"Huh? How come I didn't know that! I... I know the trainer very well." Mebai McQueen blushed.

"I understand. You all understand me."

"It's always like this. The trainers like to play it safe."

"Indeed, trainers often don't like to explain things clearly, which is a minus point in the eyes of girls." The two of them were inexplicably in sync on this matter.

"Trainer, my feet are much better than those others, right? My feet are the most comfortable for you, right? Only my Lord Emperor's feet are the best!"

"Hmm?" Mebai McQueen frowned.

As McQueen's last advantage, her long straight thighs and beautiful arches are her only weapon to make the trainer fall for her. Why does the emperor want to brag about this aspect?

Mejiro McQueen would definitely not agree.

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"I am, Trainer. You must be speechless because of my beautiful feet. I know you like me very much."

"Huh?" the emperor stared.

"What, what are you doing, Emperor? I just want the trainer to speak his mind. What's wrong?"

The Emperor of the East China Sea broke free from Luo Cheng's hand and placed it on Luo Cheng's left cheek.

"Trainer, you'd better think carefully before answering."

Mebiru McQueen next to him was not to be outdone, and raised his foot to cover Luo Cheng's right cheek.

"Trainer, tell me, who do you like?"

The wings of the nose were covered, and the scent of imperial citrus and McQueen's desserts intertwined with each other. A soft and silky feeling wrapped around the cheeks. This sweet, fragrant and slightly moist smell made Luo Cheng's head dizzy.

"If you ask me...my quirks were all distorted by you horse racing girls..."

Chapter 254 Let Me Collect Materials Again

An hour later, Luo Cheng came out of the room. When the emperor saw the biscuit on the ground, she suddenly had a new idea for some reason. She took off her socks and gave Luo Cheng a piece.

"Come on, trainer, ah~"

Mejiro McQueen, who saw that her gameplay was plagiarized, did not shy away and directly dipped her feet into the milk.

This group of people are very good at using their weapons. Looking at the two little feet emitting a sparkling glow stretched out in front of him, Luo Cheng decisively chose to refuse.

He doesn't like feet.

He just wanted cookies and milk.

Anyway, after eating, the emperor seemed to forgive him for being trampled by a group of horse girls that night.

However, new problems have arisen.

McQueen was very dissatisfied with the emperor's infringement on her play. Her thighs and feet were the strongest and only weapons left on her body, but the emperor actually wanted to have a share.

Unforgivable!

Mejiro McQueen decided to thoroughly develop himself and hone his skills in order to deal with the Emperor of the East China Sea.

Luo Cheng felt that next time he went to McQueen's room, he might be forced to eat a lot of water chestnut cakes.

Anyway, after dealing with the two of them temporarily, Luo Cheng came to Mejiro Dober's dormitory. The other party was sitting on a chair, wearing red glasses, and her beautiful long hair fell down her back to her waist, which couldn't help but add a bit of intellectual beauty to the girl.

Seeing Luo Cheng coming in, Mubai Duobo stood up.

"Luo-chan."

"Dober, are you... nearsighted?"

"Ah, this, no, this is a plane mirror. I sometimes wear it when I paint. It helps me calm down. Luo-chan, please sit down." Mebai Dober prepared a cushion for him.

Luo Cheng looked left and right. Like Mejiro McQueen's, Dob's room was also very tidy. It was obvious that it did not need to be cleaned.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and gestured to Mubai Duobo, "My roommate is out playing today and won't be back for a while, so lock the door."

Ok?

Luo Cheng scratched his head and locked the door.

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, something is bound to happen.

Although he had just eaten biscuits and milk, that was intake after all. Luo Cheng has not produced any output today.

Back on the mat, Mejiro Dober said, "Luo-chan, do you remember the agreement we made this morning?"

"Of course...you want to start now?"

"Well, the longer I put it off, the weaker I feel my motivation becomes, so I decided to start the moment I made up my mind! I brought my camera, so I'll also use this action as material for my drawings later."

Very familiar plot.

It seems that Dober also sought material from him in the support card plot and took some photos.

The two Dobers acted in exactly the same way.

"I usually only take pictures when I'm collecting materials, so...ah!" Mubai Duobo screamed and the camera flew out of his hand. Luo Cheng looked at the thrown camera and stood up to catch it.

"What is that! What is that inside!"

Luo Cheng looked at the camera screen, which contained the photos he took with Dobo Mejiro in the support card plot.

She was bending over and eating something.

At that time, Duobo showed his curiosity as a painter and learned the material inside and out, from shape to taste. Then he handed the camera to Luo Cheng and asked him to take a picture of him, saying that he would need it in the future.

"Luo-chan!"

"Ok?"

"Give me the camera...

Luo Cheng handed the camera over and looked at Duobo as he flipped through the photos.

"Ahh..." The more she looked, the more frightened she became. Her heart was pounding. Finally, with a red face, she asked Luo Cheng, "When were these taken?"

"Didn't you take these photos?"

"It's true that I took the photo, but I don't remember it at all... Uh... This is the one..." Mejiro Dober turned her head away, covered her chest, took a deep breath, then turned around and flipped through the photos one by one.

"I see, that's how it is. It feels about the same size as my wrist. There's actually a comparison picture! It's even longer than my foot... Hmm, why don't I remember it at all?"

After reading it all, Mejiro Dober breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like she had just finished a mile race and was sweating all over.

Exhaling a puff of mist, Mubai Dober leaned against the wall and put the camera aside.

"Are you okay, Dob?"

Luo Cheng looked at Mubai Duobo, who had his head tilted and misty eyes. Because of sweat, some strands of her long hair were stuck to her lips.

Dober said that he looked at the photo several times a day to overcome his fear. Is this how she looked at it?

"Dob?"

"...Luo-chan." She opened her mouth.

“I felt like I understood it, but not that well.”

"Oh……"

"While the photos are very detailed and comprehensive, you still need to see them in person."

"right."

"By the way, when was this taken? Why is it in my camera? Why am I in it?"