Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Everyone was holding a weapon, their faces beaming with eagerness.

"Chiyo? Where are you—"

As Cherry Blossom Laurel, who was making the bed, straightened up and before she could finish speaking, a white unidentified flying object whistled down and landed precisely on her face.

"Pillow Fight—! Everyone joins! Charge!"

At the command of the Sakura King, it was like the sounding of a battle horn.

The scene transformed from bedtime preparations to indiscriminate fighting in three seconds.

"Take a good look at Little Laurel!"

Sakura King roared and charged toward Sakura Laurel Crown, their horse ears intertwining in mid-air.

Although the black-haired twin-tailed girl on Sunday moved gracefully, she was extremely ruthless.

The pillow in her hand drew a perfect arc and struck Akashi Tsubaki precisely on the back of the head, who was watching the commotion.

"oops--!"

Akashi Tsubaki was so badly hit that she stumbled and almost fell into the blankets.

She turned around, clutching the back of her head, a fierce battle raging in her pale purple eyes.

"Oh, so you're even going to attack the trainers now?"

She grabbed the pillow beside her and charged into the fray like a general leading the charge.

Maya Heavy Cannon was like an out-of-control bomber, rampaging through the room, waving the pillow in her hand with great force.

"Maya Heavy Cannon—Target Lock—Fire All Missiles—!"

She shouted out some cringey lines and threw a pillow at Super Little Bay, who was smiling and folding clothes in the corner.

"oops--!"

Super Bay was caught off guard, and the clothes in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

A hint of helplessness flashed in her blue eyes, but then a dangerous glint appeared in her gentle smile.

"Really... Little Maya, this isn't good—if you don't go to sleep obediently..."

"There are no bystanders on the battlefield!"

Maya Heavy Cannon slammed another pillow down on him.

"I'm going to get angry."

Super Little Bay sighed, and picked up the pillow from the ground with seemingly slow but actually quick movements.

Although she didn't really like pillow fights, she still gently retaliated.

Fumino Naze had already retreated to the far corner of the room, arms crossed, watching coldly from the sidelines.

She seemed to be shielded from view; surprisingly, no one dared to throw pillows at her.

"Trainers should come too!"

The pillow from Super Small Bay flew onto Fumino Naze.

Okay, now we have it.

Poetry and wine are enjoyed while sitting cross-legged in one's own spot, trying to minimize one's presence.

Her black horse ears were tucked back; she didn't want to participate in this childish game and just wanted to stay quietly.

As long as I don't move, they won't be able to see me.

As long as I don't move—

"Little wine—! Take this!"

A lively cheer came from the side.

Poetry and Wine unconsciously turned their heads, and a rapidly enlarging white object was reflected in their pupils.

Snapped.

A muffled thud.

The pillow landed squarely on her face.

It wasn't very strong; it felt weak and limp.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Even the Sakura sisters, who were fighting each other, stopped what they were doing and secretly looked over here.

Poetry and wine remained motionless, still in the position of being struck.

strangeness.

Despite being hit, Poetry and Wine looked at the Diamond Treasure with strange eyes.

Based on past experience, this sudden shock should have triggered a chain reaction in her already fragile body.

Shoulders will ache, neck will be stiff, and a dull pain, as if bones are grinding against each other, will spread up the spine.

but……

Nothing at all.

There was no pain or discomfort.

The only thing that felt funny was the soft, squishy texture of the pillow hitting my face.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

Slowly and stiffly, she removed the pillow from her face, her long black hair, streaked with white highlights, falling messily across her forehead and obscuring her eyes.

My body... seems to be recovering?

Starting in the evening, the persistent pain gradually subsided.

She thought it was just an illusion, a temporary relief brought on by the sea breeze and rest.

But now, after being hit like that, she suddenly realized—

The feeling, like someone had stuffed shards of glass into the cracks of her bones, has really faded a lot.

Diamond Treasure stood two meters away from her, maintaining a throwing posture.

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The silver-gray horse ears swayed back and forth merrily, and the light green eyes gleamed with the light of a triumphant prank.

A malicious, even provocative smile was on Lingzuan Qibao's face.

"Hehe, I won!"

"..."

Poetry and wine slowly raised their heads.

Her feelings were complicated.

On the one hand, being hit in the face with a pillow is something that deserves a beating.

on the other hand……

She discovered that in a corner of her heart, a long-lost urge to stir had welled up.

That impulse almost disappeared after she returned to the world of the script.

After all, I was in excruciating pain all over my body.

But now—

Since it doesn't hurt anymore.

Then...

Poetry and Wine's usually lifeless black eyes suddenly ignited like a spark thrown into dry tinder, instantly bursting into a dangerous flame.

Her black tail slapped hard against the tatami mat, making a sharp "smack" sound.

"Qi, son."

Her voice was very soft.

"You're finished."

The next second, the black figure that was sitting cross-legged sprang out like a cheetah hunting its prey.

"Waaaaah! Little Jiu's angry—! Run!"

Diamond Treasure let out a scream and turned to run away in a panic.

But poetry and wine came much faster than she had imagined.

How long has it been since I've experienced this kind of speed?

Poetry and Wine grabbed the pillow beside them and flicked their wrist.

The pillow flew out with a whooshing sound and landed precisely on the back of the Diamond Treasure.

At the moment of impact, she didn't experience that tooth-grinding pain in her arm.

It really doesn't hurt anymore.

This realization eased some of the gloom that had been building up in Shi Yujiu's heart.

"oops--!"

Diamond Treasure staggered from the blow, and before she could regain her footing, Poetry and Wine had already caught up behind her.

"Little Jiu, you've gone too far—! You actually used your full strength!"

"You started it."

The sounds of poetry and wine were unusually tinged with a hint of laughter.

It carried a hint of wicked pleasure.

That's rare.

She gripped the pillow as if it were an executioner's axe.

"You can't hit so hard!"

"This is nothing."

Poetry and wine brought a slight upturn to his lips.

My body doesn't hurt as much as it used to.

She was also in a bad mood during that period.

All the frustration and pent-up emotions in your chest, the feelings of disgust and helplessness towards your own body, can be released in this moment.

It was just a pillow fight anyway.

It was just a joke anyway.

Since that's the case—

Let's make a real scene then.

Her black horse ears stood up high, like a hunter finally awakening from hibernation.

"I haven't even started my revenge yet."

"Whoa—! Help—! Someone's trying to kill Ma to silence him—! Guiguan, save me!"

Diamond Baby shouted exaggeratedly as it darted around the cramped room, nimbly weaving through the other horse girls who were engaged in a chaotic battle.

Poetry and wine relentlessly pursued them.

Her movements were no longer as slow and languid as usual.

The long-lost feeling of her body obeying her commands filled her with a strange sense of exhilaration.