I'm in Teresin, dedicated to playing badly

Given her usual handsome, nerdy appearance, Shinji Kitahara would find it difficult to even see her as a woman; at best, he could only see her as a man with breasts.

If Rudolph could occasionally display some feminine traits, one could say he had a touch of womanhood.

Sirius's entire body, except for the protrusion of his chest, is basically presentable as a man.

In that situation, even if he did agree to Sirius's request, it would still be impossible...

"I'm done washing up. How's your data organization coming along?"

Shinji Kitahara turned around, about to answer, but suddenly stopped.

A delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Slightly damp strands of hair fell down the side of her face.

Her once dashing face now possessed a unique beauty, accentuated by her water-drenched eyelashes and slightly flushed cheeks after a shower.

Her clothes were no longer her usual androgynous attire, but rather a soft, smooth dress with lace trim and a semi-transparent design.

She was even wearing the same style of gloves.

Her jewel-like eyes watched him silently, and upon seeing his reaction, they revealed a satisfied smile.

"What, are you engrossed in watching?"

Shinji Kitahara fell silent.

He was less fascinated and more shocked.

It's like waking up to find that the guy in the bunk above you has turned into a woman.

I can't quite accept it right now.

"...I didn't expect you to wear this kind of clothing in private."

"Ah, this isn't mine."

Unexpectedly, Sirius symbol shook his head.

"Although I do plan to get a set, I don't know which one is right for me, so I haven't bought one yet."

Shinji Kitahara was taken aback.

"Whose clothes are these?"

"Rudolph's."

Sirius symbolized a smile.

"Didn't I tell you? That guy's only thinking about getting you into bed; he's already got the props ready..."

"But my chest feels a little tight."

Shinji Kitahara fell silent.

Although he didn't think Rudolph liked him, based on his understanding of her, he felt that this was something Rudolph was capable of doing.

After all, that guy's thinking is indeed quite abstract in some aspects.

"Stop messing around, Sirius."

"I didn't make a scene."

Sirius glanced at the documents on the table.

“Looks like you’ve finished taking care of things. Let’s go to Rudolf’s room.”

"...No, why do we need to go to her room?"

"Didn't you say that? Okay, okay, stop dawdling and let's go."

Chapter 311: Symbolizing Twins

Five minutes later, in Rudolf's room.

"I'll sleep on the sofa."

Shinji Kitahara tried to lie down on the sofa.

But before she could get there, Sirius pulled her into bed.

Dude, there's a limit to jokes. You really want to sleep together?

Yes, even when you're lying in bed, face to face with Sirius.

Shinji Kitahara still believes that Sirius is holding a grudge against him because of what happened before.

Forget it.

"Good night."

Shinji Kitahara turned around and closed his eyes.

After a while.

A pair of hands hugged him from behind.

Something soft pressed against my back.

The feel and temperature are so clear beneath the thin clothing.

No, Sirius, you...

But before Kitahara Shinji could speak, something else pressed against his back.

"Kitahara, do you remember what we talked about, about my days at the Symbol House?"

Sirius rested his head against Shinji Kitahara's back, his voice low.

Shinji Kitahara stiffened.

"...Of course I remember."

Although they didn't spend that much time together, Sirius had told him a lot about symbolic home during their past conversations.

She herself, the symbol of Rudolf, the symbol of speed, and the bizarre operating logic of the symbolists.

Survival of the fittest, the winner takes all.

The strong possess everything, whether it be money, honor, or power.

The weak deserve nothing; they are discriminated against, insulted, cursed, and regarded as a disgrace.

It can be described as family Darwinism.

Although the situation has improved considerably in recent years, that's only in recent years.

Rudolph and Sirius unfortunately grew up a few years ago, during the most eccentric period of the entire Symbol family.

To be honest, Sirius is not a weakling in the symbol family, as he is considered one of the twins alongside Rudolf.

But she never liked the atmosphere of a symbol of home.

He disliked even more the emperor, who was called one of the twins alongside him, but who always overshadowed him.

Cold, oppressive, brutal...

Sirius wasn't born with this personality.

After all, if we divide them by faction, creatures like horse girls are born as lawful good.

Sirius is the same.

Before he grew up, Sirius was a bit of a tomboy, but not nearly as much as he is now.

But she grew up in the Symbolist family, specifically during the period when she was most obsessed with Symbolism.

The atmosphere around me can't be described as harmonious; it's more like a collection of valuable items.

They kept repeating to her that she had to become excellent, even more excellent, or else she would be trampled on by others.

They became increasingly demanding of her, forbidding her from having this hobby or that hobby, and even scolding or punishing her for occasionally showing some sympathy for the weak.

Symbolists need no sympathy, no weakness, and certainly no weaklings.

All they want is to win.

But Sirius's suffering didn't end there.

If these kinds of sufferings are something that every member of the Symbolist family must experience equally, then there is another kind of suffering that belongs only to her.

That pain is called the Rudolf symbol.

Yes, Sirius is not weak. He is talented, hardworking, and was even brainwashed by the Symbolists' creed at one point, and actually became a member of the Symbolists.

But it is precisely because of this that she is so eager for victory, and that she suffers more than others after each failure.

The name "Gemini" was initially a compliment to her, but over time it became more and more of a curse.

'What twins? There's only one rising star, Rudolph, isn't there?'

'No matter how hard that kid tries, he can't catch up with Rudolph; the difference in talent is obvious...'

'What a disgrace! What a twin! Does she even deserve to carry Rudolf's shoes?'

She is stronger than many people and is considered one of the top performers in Uma Musume.

The problem is that the object she always compares herself to is Rudolf.

If we were to compare him to the current version of Rudolph, Sirius might not be suffering as much.

The problem is that when they were known as the Twins, Rudolph's personality hadn't changed yet, and he was still a top-tier nobleman.

Relying on his strength, he was arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone, and his gaze towards Sirius was always filled with arrogance.

—Until one day she became so arrogant and domineering towards her own mother, and was severely beaten by Speed ​​Symbol before she finally restrained herself.

Back then, Sirius felt like it was living in hell every moment, every second.

Then, she met him.

The old woman didn't say who the other person was at the time; she just told her that she had found her a trainer.

Sirius was somewhat resistant to this new trainer at the time.

In her view, this so-called new trainer was nothing more than the old woman wanting to concentrate the family's resources on Rudolf because she thought he was better, and then just finding someone from outside to fool her.

But this time she was wrong.

Sirius had never met that person, but based solely on those words, she could tell that he must be a guy who was very good at deceiving young girls.

He might even be a jerk.

Even without meeting her, he could see the softest spot in her heart just from certain information.

Then, with warm words, she gently soothed and healed the wounds that symbolized her home.

For a horse girl raised in a normal environment, those words might make her feel comfortable, but that's about it.

But Sirius is different.

For her, living in that hellish state of suffering, the small comforts found in those words were like a bottle of water to a traveler wandering in the desert.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to sustain her.

She knew something was wrong, she knew she might have been deceived, she knew the other person might not be as good as she imagined...

She knows it all.

But she was about to be crushed by the pain.

So she took the hand that was offered to her.

So he became the belief that kept her going.

From initial disgust and aversion.

Reach a state of calm halfway through, and accept it.

And finally, unwavering conviction.

She began collecting those notes, writing down his words word by word, and thinking of him as she fell asleep in the quiet of the night.

She started to work hard, even desperately.

It wasn't about winning anything, but because the old woman told them that the winner among them would be able to meet that person.