Uma Musume: Wine Red Chapter 195: Skull Crusher

"We would like to offer our gratitude for hosting us on your yacht, Mister Ciga Fujita."

"Uuh… Yeah…"

"The pleasure is all ours, Miss jiro Ramonu. We hope you and Mister Igo Heita slept quite well last night."

"Fufufu~~ Of course we did. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Uuuh… Mmhhmm…"

The next morning rolls in, and the ti of parting between the 2 parties has co. Normally, one would be refreshed and reinvigorated after a good night's sleep, but it seems that it was just the umamusus who were reinvigorated, while the n look like they have wandered in the desert for 40 years.

Ciga Fujita looks exactly like a stickbug. His skin stuck close to his bone, his eyes sank into his eye sockets, and his body swayed from the weakest wind. The young man doesn't look as dry as the older man, but he doesn't look that much better. The thing that stood out about the young man is the shape of his face. It's as if he had been sleeping with 2 heavy ball-shaped objects on his face. He looks exactly like that one Squidward where he lies flat on the ground after being sat on by Patrick.

"Then please excuse us. Let's go back, dear."

"Yes…"

Ramonu drags her victim into the speedboat to get back to the training camp inn. The captain quickly set off once the pair had properly sat down.

"My head… hurt so bad…"

"Many would die to be where you were last night, dear."

"I could've died, UMA!! I felt my skull cracking and molded into the shape of your butts!!"

"You were quieter last night. Perhaps another round of correction is needed."

"WAIT!! WAIT!! RCY!! RCY!! I don't want to die!!"

"I love hearing that from you. Would you be willing to record your wail of despair in a professional recording studio if I pay you ten million?"

"You monster. I've never t soone as evil as you are."

"Says the bastard who kept blue-balling last night."

"To be fair, you were cuffed up and unable to fight back. That's a pri opportunity to turn bitches who are always high and mighty into what they truly are."

"And you say that I'm evil."

"I never said that I'm not evil. Just because sothing makes my dick hard doesn't an other things won't."

"You certainly have a way with euphemism. I would love to learn more from you."

"I take pride in that."

The speedboat finally reached the dock it had left last night. The pair disembark and imdiately enter the waiting car, which wastes no ti speeding up once the pair has sat comfortably.

"Mmh… My throat still hurts, dear."

"Go drink a ginger drink or sothing like that."

"Do you not feel guilty since you were the one who caused it?"

"Nope! Seeing you on that tal stock was perfect–especially with the muzzle on your face that forces you to open your mouth."

"And hearing you beg for your life was adorable. I wonder if I can make you do that again?"

"Fuck you."

"I asked you to do that last night, coward. Regretting that decision now, do you? Too bad. Not letting you in."

"I wonder if Air Groove is down for so fuck."

"..."

"..."

"Give your face."

"Wait! Wait!! Not fair!!"

The young man intercepted Ramonu's hands as they were about to grab his head. He knows what she'll do, and although many would kill to be sat on by jiro Ramonu, the young man values his life more than most.

"You can't win against an umamusu, dear."

"Kuh!! Anything else!! Not that!! Please!!"

"I'm compelled to give you rcy, but I sadly have run out of that."

"What if I buy you more?! I can give you more!!"

The young man beca more desperate as he was evidently being pinned down more and more. Both of them know that the young man has so little to bargain with that it's basically a free-for-all for jiro Ramonu.

"Hmm… Oohh~~"

"Ah… I don't like that look. What is brewing in your mind, you bwitch?"

"Ooohh~~ You're going to love it. I can assure you."

"Sit on my face. I would rather suffocate to death than whatever you are planning."

"Ufufufu~~"

"Please."

"Keep begging, dear. I love hearing your desperation."

jiro Ramonu rests herself on the young man's body now that both of them are lying on the couch of the car. Ramonu hums to herself as she feels the young man's racing heart on the side of her face, while the young man dreads whatever the umamusu is brewing. Knowing how wicked the supermodel can be, images of horrifying punishnt flash through the young man's mind.

"Dear, about the second thing you asked last night."

"Sigh… Mister Fujita said that he'll do as much as he can on the JRA side. Outside of that is mine."

"Ours. It's not only your obligation, but also mine. Stop being a selfish prick and forget that I'm standing next to you."

"Well, you get what you paid for, Ramonu. You paid for a dick, you get a dick."

"Indeed, I did. Sad the dick rarely ever listens to ."

"Hey! I'm doing my part in making our dream co true!"

"Not exactly who I'm talking about, but yes, you did. Sigh… I'll be accompanying you to greet them at Tokyo Haneda airport, and that's a period. No buts."

"You have big butts, but I agree that there would be none of those buns."

"..."

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"..."

"AAAARRRGGGHH!! WAIT!!! WAIT!! NO!! NO!! MY HEAD!! MY HEAD!! YOU'RE CRUSHING MY HEAD!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

*CRACK*