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

Her gaze fell on the track, and a dazzling light shone in her purple-gold eyes.

P.S.: I'm about to get to Python; I only just discovered it on my bookshelf.

After all that effort, I still have to raise the succubus myself.

[1v1 Orange Daily Life]

Even if I feel empty sometimes, there's no reason for me to have sex with someone.

Whether she uses her hands to get things done, buys toys to pass the time, or even if she grows old alone, it doesn't really matter to Chihiro Watanabe.

Even so, on a whim, she picked up the little succubus who had fainted from hunger on the streets of Tokyo and took her home.

"Since she's a succubus, she should be quite good at it, right? As for looks alone, I should be considered presentable?"

A seemingly happy transaction where everyone got what they wanted, but the little guy inexplicably got angry and almost tore the house down.

Honestly, she's a succubus, yet she's as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

"Alright, let's find another deal."

Chihiro Watanabe is responsible for feeding the little succubus, providing sustenance for this down-on-his-luck visitor from another world. In return, she has the power to command Angelica Lorraine once a day.

Seeing the silly succubus nod in agreement, Chihiro smiled. With just one command a day, even a proud demon from another world would eventually become an obedient dog dependent on its owner, right?

Many years later, Chihiro, holding the little succubus tightly, suddenly fell into deep thought: Back then... who turned whom into a puppy?

Also known as "The Succubus Girl Must Want to Be My Little Dog"

Thanks for the Python code!

Main character: Chapter 284, there's a third level to go.

"Because I want to become stronger."

Narita's voice echoed across the training ground in the early morning.

The morning light shone on her profile, making her vibrant face appear even brighter.

“This debut competition is really important to me.”

She paused for a moment, then clenched her hands in front of her.

"I want to prove that I can also become an excellent racehorse girl."

Poetry and wine listened quietly, without saying a word.

"so."

Narita turned his head and looked at her intently.

Her golden hair swayed gently with her movements, shimmering softly in the morning light.

"I would be very happy if Mr. Jiu could come and watch my match."

"The reason is still the same as before."

She smiled happily.

"Having friends in the audience gives me more motivation."

friend……

This word once again pierced the hearts of poetry and wine.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

The words were stuck in my throat, and I just couldn't say them.

In the end, the black-haired girl didn't say anything.

"Then I'll go train now."

Narita waved and turned to run towards the track.

Her steps were light and quick, her golden ponytail swaying merrily behind her.

"Saku-san, remember to eat breakfast properly."

Her voice came from afar.

Poetry and Wine watched as her figure gradually appeared on the opposite track, the morning light shining on her, making her figure look exceptionally dazzling.

She lowered her head and looked at her hands.

A breeze swept across the training field, bringing a touch of coolness.

Poetry and wine intertwined, black hair with white highlights was blown by the wind and floated gently in the air.

'friend……'

'Do I really deserve it?'

……

The classroom was quiet.

Only the teacher's voice echoed on the platform, along with the occasional sound of turning pages and the scratching of pens on paper.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting bright patches of light on the floor.

Poetry and Wine sat by the window, their gaze fixed on the view outside.

Outside the window is the school's playground, and in the distance, a corner of the training field can be seen.

Her gaze was unfocused, staring blankly at other places.

The teacher was talking on the podium, but she didn't hear a single word.

The scene from this morning kept replaying in my mind.

A figure running on the track.

The opponent is full of energy and charging forward.

And the unwavering light that shone in her purple-gold eyes.

'She really loves running.'

Poetry and wine are thoughts in my heart.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk unconsciously.

One, two, three...

'I……'

She looked down at the notebook on her desk.

The notebook was completely blank, without a single word.

How much longer do I need to recover?

As she pondered this, she looked down at the notebook on her desk.

"Poetry and wine are companions."

The teacher's voice suddenly rang out.

Poetry and Wine looked up and found that the teacher was looking at her.

Can you answer this question?

The teacher's tone was calm, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"..."

Poetry and wine fell silent for a few seconds.

She had no idea what the teacher had just asked, or even what lesson the teacher was teaching.

Her gaze swept across the blackboard, which was covered with dense formulas and text.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

She said it in a calm voice.

The teacher frowned, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.

But he didn't say much, just shook his head and called on the other students to answer the questions.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads and continued to stare at the desk.

Her fingers began to tap lightly on the table again.

……

The cafeteria is quite lively during lunch break.

Everywhere was filled with the laughter of the horse girls and the clatter of plates, along with the aroma of food.

Poetry and Wine carried their trays through the crowded streets and sat down in the far corner of the cafeteria.

She placed the plate on the table and looked at the food on it.

The meal includes rice, grilled fish, vegetable salad, and miso soup.

The portion was much larger than usual.

This is lunch prepared according to a nutritional conditioning plan.

'Finish it all...'

She said to herself with a sense of helplessness.

"Dr. Yamada said we must follow the plan."

She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of grilled fish, and put it in her mouth.

The fish was very tender, with a subtle soy sauce aroma.

The taste was not bad, but her appetite was still not very good.

After a few bites, she felt a bit bloated in her stomach, and the feeling of fullness came quickly, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

'no……'

She shook her head.

You must finish it.

She put down her chopsticks, picked up the miso soup, and sipped it slowly.

The warm soup slid down my throat, bringing a touch of comfort.

But the feeling of fullness still didn't disappear.

She picked up her chopsticks again and forced herself to keep eating, bite by bite.

Rice, vegetables, fish and meat...

"Jiusang!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from the side.

Poetry and Wine looked up and saw Naritaji walking over with a tray of food.

The class monitor had a bright smile on his face.

"Can I sit here?"

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine nodded, and Narita sat down opposite her.

She placed the plate on the table, then glanced at the plate of poetry and wine. Her eyes lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Sakura ate so much today!"

Her tone was clearly filled with joy.

"..."

Poetry and wine remained silent, continuing to eat with their heads down.

She picked up a piece of vegetable, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.