He never imagined that even soone like Symboli Rudolf would encounter such a situation…
After their impromptu gathering, though nothing about their respective predicants had changed, Kitahara Sota's mood brightened considerably.
It was akin to a student anxious over unfinished howork arriving at school, only to discover the class representative and honor student hadn't done theirs either.
Even if the outco remained the sa, realizing he wasn't alone in his misfortune brought considerable comfort.
Moreover, Kitahara imagined the unluckiest person here wasn't any of the three at the izakaya, but rather the poor soul scheduled to et Rudolf.
Not only was she a notoriously formidable Uma Musu, she was also of the Symboli bloodline.
Coupled with being forced into it by family, her mood would definitely be sour. That poor fellow might very well end up experiencing firsthand what "the Emperor's wrath" truly ant.
And that was an optimistic estimate.
On the pessimistic side, if Rudolf took a liking to that unfortunate fellow instead—then that would be truly catastrophic. They might find themselves dragged into the Symboli family's underground chambers by the very next day.
After ntally lighting three sticks of incense for this hypothetical victim, Kitahara returned to the dorm.
Opening the door, he was greeted by the familiar lively scene that had beco the norm over the past few days.
Special Week and Oguri Cap sat on the couch, enthusiastically discussing all things related to food.
Agnes Digital and Agnes Tachyon each had a laptop—Digital typing away furiously, while Tachyon sipped tea, engrossed in so academic research paper.
Nice Nature wandered around the room, diligently searching for any remaining areas that might still benefit from her tidying, or perhaps just sothing else to do.
As for Grass Wonder, she was seated next to Eclipse, who was spacing out as usual, holding a phone and several docunts, diligently handling Black Forest-related work.
"You're working hard," Kitahara said appreciatively.
"It's alright. Honestly, it's quite enjoyable, not tiring at all," Grass Wonder responded with a gentle smile.
She ant it sincerely.
Though she'd never previously had managent experience, organizing chaotic affairs neatly turned out to unexpectedly suit her.
And as far as managent difficulty went, it was considerably lower than she'd anticipated.
There were two reasons.
One was naturally thanks to her own abilities.
The other was the irresistible incentive she'd offered those local Uma Musu.
Being a keen observer of human nature, Grass Wonder quickly grasped the true motivations of those young local Uma Musu the mont she took charge.
Grand ideals like providing opportunities for ordinary Uma Musu or improving security and communication were secondary. Their primary motivation was clearly Kitahara Sota himself.
Perhaps one day, when Black Forest beca genuinely influential, things might change.
But currently, rather than a platform responding to ordinary Uma Musu's aspirations, Black Forest more closely resembled Kitahara Sota's personal fan club.
However, these two identities weren't contradictory—after all, Kitahara Sota himself genuinely represented their aspirations.
Grass Wonder simply capitalized on this. With her proximity to Kitahara, she effortlessly controlled the hearts of those young Uma Musu, providing them precisely what they desired.
Especially since she had Agnes Digital, a professional fan club president who knew a little of everything, supporting her work.
From exclusive news, rchandise, to private candid shots—her resources comprehensively satisfied every fan's desire.
anwhile, a certain soone remained entirely oblivious, still marveling at how efficiently Grass Wonder handled matters, silently congratulating himself for choosing the perfect candidate.
The reason he hadn't entrusted Agnes Digital with running Black Forest was because his ultimate goal wasn't to operate a fan club. Kitahara genuinely aid to build an organization to represent ordinary Uma Musu voices, which required a managent style different from that of a fan community.
Thus, after a brief conversation, Kitahara sat before the computer, assisting Agnes Digital with tasks and managing Black Forest affairs simultaneously.
Grass Wonder, anticipating she might need his opinion on so matters shortly, sat next to him, planning to consult directly when those issues arose.
However, before those questions erged, Grass Wonder noticed an error in her earlier work that required redoing half the plan. She promptly reopened the files, concentration deepening.
Ti passed quietly as they worked diligently.
Then, Kitahara felt sothing brushing repeatedly against his arm.
Soft, silky, neatly layered, carrying a faint, refreshing citrus fragrance…
Though it felt slightly different from Special Week's hair, Kitahara instinctively grasped it, gently rubbing it between his fingers.
He was about to ask Special Week to stop distracting him during work—
But just as he opened his mouth, the unfamiliar texture at his fingertips made him pause.
Wait… Grass Wonder was sitting beside him, and Special Week couldn't possibly reach his arm from that angle.
Then what exactly am I holding…?
An ominous feeling welled up inside. Turning his head stiffly, he saw a small tuft of brown fur he was currently holding.
And it wasn't hair.
It was well-known that apart from common human taboos and sensitive spots, Uma Musu had two additional sensitive areas.
One was their ears—delicate enough to require protective coverings until maturity—and the other…
…Was precisely what he was currently holding, a wonderfully soft tail.
Unlike ears, which beca less sensitive with maturity and occasionally touched playfully among friends (unless extrely sensitive, like Agnes Tachyon's), tails were another matter entirely. Not only sensitive but awkwardly positioned.
Even among close friends, deliberate contact was rare, let alone between opposite sexes.
Yet here Kitahara was, holding and stroking Grass Wonder's tail.
Kitahara had to admit, Grass Wonder's tail felt incredible.
Probably due to ticulous daily care, her tail surpassed even Special Week's famously silky hair in softness, smoothness, and texture. Rubbing it gently produced a soothing rustle, coupled with a calming fragrance that gently lted away fatigue.
But it was still her tail!
In public, this act would unquestionably be considered harassnt—equivalent to touching soone's thigh or even rear.
Fortunately, Grass Wonder seed completely engrossed in her work and hadn't noticed yet. Perhaps it was only because she was concentrating so intensely that she'd missed her tail brushing against Kitahara's arm in the first place.
Carefully, Kitahara lowered his hand, gently returning the tail to its rightful position, and slowly released it.
He breathed a sigh of relief, refocusing on the screen and attempting to resu work.
But just seconds later, as he placed his hands on the keyboard, that sa familiar sensation brushed against his arm again.
Feeling the gentle, silky touch, Kitahara's eye twitched. He took a deep breath, deciding to ignore it completely, pretending it wasn't happening.
Yet as soon as he made this decision, the brushing sensation suddenly stopped.
But before Kitahara could sigh in relief, Grass Wonder's tail gently lifted, wrapping around his arm in a delicate, affectionate manner—then softly rubbed back and forth.
Grass Wonder-san, what are you doing?!
Kitahara's composure shattered instantly.
Though the sensation was undeniably pleasant, the issue was—it was still her tail!
He'd never even touched Special Week's tail, only once briefly touching Eclipse's out of curiosity.
But Grass Wonder was being…
He could clearly sense the trust and affection conveyed through her gentle movents. He understood they'd grown closer recently, perhaps leading her to treat him like a trusted friend or even brother.
Yet no matter the reason, it was inappropriate. If soone else saw this, misunderstandings—or worse, accusations—could easily arise.
But he couldn't just push her tail away, either.
Uma Musu tails were notoriously sensitive—not gentle like ears, but reflexively sensitive. Disturbing Grass Wonder's concentration with a careless movent might end with him flying across the room with cracked ribs.
But leaving it was equally impossible. Besides being inconvenient for work, the risk of discovery was too high.
Maybe gently alerting her would help…
Feeling the warm, affectionate sensation on his arm, Kitahara coughed lightly, cautiously addressing her.
"Um, Grass Wonder-san, are you having trouble over there?"
At his words, the tail around his arm seed to grow even happier, though Grass Wonder herself remained fully absorbed in her files, answering without lifting her head.
"It's fine—just correcting a minor oversight. I'll finish soon."
"If you're tired or overwheld, please let know. I'm here to help…"
"Don't worry, this much is manageable. You've already helped imnsely."
After a pause, Grass Wonder continued,
"By the way, Kitahara-san, I noticed you've seed troubled financially lately. Why not use the Black Forest platform for so earnings?"
She quickly elaborated on the idea—producing rchandise, photo collections, similar to idol-related ventures.
However, Kitahara decisively declined without hesitation.
"No, thank you."
Grass Wonder was confused. "Why? It's legal, ethical, and would benefit everyone involved…"
Kitahara sighed, carefully explaining the struggles faced by local Uma Musu—the financial strain, limited resources, and his unwillingness to add to their burdens.
Finishing his explanation, Kitahara softly concluded,
"If they're okay, that's enough for ."
Grass Wonder's movents completely froze.
She now understood perfectly why so many Uma Musu adored him—beyond his extraordinary skills and past kindnesses—it was simply because he was Kitahara Sota.
After a long silence, Grass Wonder sighed gently.
"Kitahara-san, do you realize your actions can be dangerously unfair sotis?"
"...Eh? Unfair?" he responded blankly.
Grass Wonder sighed again, helplessly amused.
Already unfair enough through his words and actions, his obliviousness only made him dangerously enticing…
She raised her head, intending to consult him again—and froze imdiately.
Right in front of her eyes, a familiar brown tail playfully entwined Kitahara's arm, happily swishing.
Wait… Whose tail is that?
After quickly ruling out every possibility, only one remained.
Realization dawning, the tail instantly froze.
Grass Wonder's expression solidified, her mind blanking in horror.
My tail…just what in the world have you been doing?!
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