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

The mud and water on his clothes kept dripping onto the ground, leaving a trail of messy marks.

She walked for an unknown amount of time before arriving at a corner.

There was little light here, and it was so quiet that only her own breathing could be heard.

The air was filled with a musty, dusty smell.

Poetry and wine came to a halt.

In the darkness, she slowly turned around, her back against the cold, rough wall.

Her knees suddenly lost their support, and she slid down the wall little by little until she finally collapsed onto the ground in a disheveled state.

The black-haired girl hugged her knees with both hands, curling her body into a tiny ball.

She ripped off her mud-covered hat, threw it hard on the ground, and then buried her face deeply in her knees.

Main character: Chapter 354 Someone's about to drop a little pearl

The story begins with a slight twitch in the shoulder of a black-haired girl.

Then came a hoarse whimper, like that of a wounded animal.

Poetry and wine try to suppress their voices, but they still can't hold them back.

"Why should I..."

She muttered to herself, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Poetry and wine still evoke memories of the great opera, its figure flashing like a shooting star on the outer road, and Narita Road's perfect cornering through the mud.

This damn rainy day...

The black-haired girl began to hate her own cowardice.

The stubbornness I had been feigning was shattered in the face of that dazzling orange.

"Ugh... Damn it..."

Tears streamed down her face.

Hot tears welled up in her eyes, sliding down Shi Yujiu's somewhat pale cheeks, constantly washing away the dried grayish-brown mud on her face.

In a dark corner where the spotlight couldn't reach, she hugged her trembling legs and wept bitterly.

'But I'm really not willing to accept this...'

……

On the other side, Orihime, who also avoided the crowds and noise, was walking alone deep into the labyrinthine underground passages.

A faint, enthusiastic cheer could be heard from above.

Ai Mu Shiro strolled through the passage, the hem of her victory dress still dripping dirty water, and her body ached.

She walked through the shadows expressionlessly, her deep purple eyes filled with deathly stillness.

The thought of having to work with the opera and Naritaji to set up the winner's stage made Orihime feel even worse.

Just as she was about to turn into the side road leading to the underground parking lot.

A faint sound suddenly reached the ears of Orihime, who admired her.

"Waaaaah..."

Is someone crying?

The one who admired Orihime stopped in his tracks.

Her dark brown horse ears twitched slightly in the dim light, pinpointing the source of the sound.

There seems to be something in the dead corner at the end of the corridor.

Wait, could this be some kind of terrifying urban legend?

Like a female ghost in a dark basement?

Unfortunately, Orihime wasn't interested in any of this; she figured it was probably some little pony girl who had lost a race who had secretly dropped her little pearls here.

'If you lose, you lose. What's there to cry about...'

The thought crossed his mind, but Orihime shook her head and quietly walked over.

She moved quietly, like a silent night cat, as she crept closer to the mottled wall outside the blind spot.

Peeking out slightly, and using the dim, yellowish light of the emergency lamp overhead, Aiko Orihime was able to see the scene in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, her deep purple pupils dilated slightly, and her breathing involuntarily slowed down.

It's about poetry and wine.

The girl, who always had a cold expression, was now slumped on the dusty floor, completely lacking any decorum.

She tossed the hat of her winning outfit aside like trash, covered in dust.

Poetry and Wine clung tightly to their knees, their bodies curled into a tiny ball, their thin shoulders trembling wildly with each violent sob.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Waaah..."

This was the first time that Ai-hime had ever seen such poetry and wine.

Wow, there's even a hidden version.

Normally she's incredibly stubborn, but now she looks as fragile as glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Ai Mu stood quietly at the boundary of the shadows, without uttering a sound.

She gazed at the girl in front of her in silence, her feelings becoming somewhat complicated.

'how so?'

His original thoughts were put aside, and now, feelings of pity and heartache welled up in his heart as he admired Orihime.

Just then.

"despair."

A soft sound.

Having stood for a long time, Aimo Orihime instinctively shifted her ankle, and the heel of her high-top boots gently touched the ground.

The faint sound was unusually clear in the deathly silent basement.

The crying stopped abruptly.

"Who?"

Poetry and Wine suddenly stiffened and sat up in alarm.

She lifted her tear-streaked face and stared intently at the corner like a frightened hedgehog.

The motion sensor lights turned on because of the sounds of poetry and wine.

The dim light flickered, illuminating Orihime's expressionless face.

Eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere instantly became suffocatingly awkward.

Poetry and Wine's eyes trembled violently, and his brain exploded with a buzz.

The side of her that she least wanted anyone to see was now being seen.

A strong sense of shame and anger at having one's disguise torn apart surged up instantly.

"...What are you looking at?"

Poetry and Wine haphazardly wiped her eyes with her mud-stained sleeves, trying to regain her former natural composure, but her hoarse sobs and trembling voice betrayed her.

Ai Muyu didn't speak, but just watched her quietly.

"I told you to stop looking!!"

As if bluffing, the voices of poetry and wine suddenly rose in volume.

"Get out of here... Get out of the way... Who let you in? This is none of your business! Get out of here!"

As she cried out, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her body trembling from sobbing so much.

She huddled even tighter, trying to block the gaze of those who admired Orihime from seeing her.

Ai Mu looked at the girl in front of her who was crying and chasing people away, but didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The frustration that stemmed from the defeat turned into tension.

'They were already trembling with fear, yet they still wanted to chase them away...'

She understood that although Poetry and Wine seemed to be really trying to get rid of her, they might actually ask her to stay with them after she left.

Ai Mu lowered her eyes, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Her gaze flickered for a moment as she looked at Poetry and Wine's trembling shoulders.

The fragile double image of poetry and wine inexplicably overlapped with that of her "sister".

Ai Mu Orihime sighed.

She did not heed the urge of poetry and wine to turn away, but instead stepped out of the shadows.

"Tap, tap, tap."

My boots pounded on the puddle, and I made my way step by step toward that dark corner.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out of the way?!"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Poetry and Wine panicked even more. She buried her face in her knees and pleaded anxiously.

"Please...please don't look at me with pity..."

The footsteps stopped in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, a faint scent of lavender laundry detergent, mixed with the cool smell of rain, wafted over.

Ignoring the dust and mud on the ground, Ai Musashi knelt down on one knee before the poetry and wine.

Although she always appeared aloof, her heart, also bound by heavy shackles, understood the weight of pain better than anyone else.

"It's really ugly."

The voice of the woman who admired Orihime was cool and aloof.

Before Poetry and Wine could react, a pair of soft yet strong hands slipped through Poetry and Wine's wet black coat and forcefully pulled her into a warm embrace without a word.

Main character: Chapter 355 Go Cry

Poetry and wine suddenly opened their eyes wide, even forgetting to cry.

Her cheek pressed against the cool fabric of Orihime's decisive outfit, and her nostrils were filled with the other's fragrance.

A hand wearing a half-finger glove reached across her back and gently pressed against the back of her head with an awkward yet extremely gentle force.

"Let me go..."

Poetry and wine struggled instinctively for a moment, then placed their hands on the shoulders of the woman who admired Orihime.

"Don't move."

A somewhat helpless voice rang in her ears as she admired Orihime.

"You don't want anyone to see your face? Then hide here."

"You've been wandering alone for so long... so please... consider me your older sister."

This statement completely shattered the last pretense of poetry and wine.

The black-haired girl's hands, which were resting on the shoulders of the girl who admired Orihime, slowly lost their strength and finally fell limply down, instead gripping the fabric of the other girl's clothes tightly on the back.

"It was so close...it was so close..."

Poetry and wine buried their faces deeply in the embrace of the woman they loved, Orihime, their hoarse voices filled with grievance and resentment.

She found an outlet for her fear of deep water and her frustration with failure.