Chapter 226: Yes Lolita Umadacchi
"I’m heading out to the welcome party!!!"
"Have fun."
"No, stop me if you’re my husband!!!!!"
"Why?"
In the suburbs of Tokyo.
In the home we set up a short distance from Fuchu, where Tracen Academy is located, her lively voice echoes again today.
The owner of that familiar voice is, of course, my wife—well, strictly speaking, my future wife, since we’re still only engaged—Hoshino Wilm.
It’s been five months since she graduated from Tracen Academy.
As planned, after leaving the Ritto dorms upon graduation, Wilm moved into this house—the one I gave her about three years ago on her birthday, and which we gradually furnished together over time.
At the same time, I also left the trainer dorms and made this place my base.
As a trainer affiliated with Tracen, it would normally be a problem for me—treated as faculty—to be in a relationship with a student.
…but now that she’s graduated and is legally of age to marry, those restrictions no longer apply.
We haven’t made it public, but we’ve started living together.
That said, we haven’t officially registered our marriage yet.
Wilm may be legally able to marry now, but she’s still active in the racing world, and she also needs to adjust to university life.
Things are still too hectic for us to truly settle down.
She understands that herself, so she told me there’s no need to rush into marriage—we can take care of that later.
So for now, we’re essentially in a common-law marriage.
…Though she still casually throws around “wife” and “husband.”
All I can do is smile wryly and hope she doesn’t let it slip in public.
Leaning back in my chair, I take a sip of coffee and reflect on everything we’ve been through—on my wife, whose physique hasn’t changed even after reaching full maturity.
After graduating earlier this year, Wilm enrolled in a nearby university.
Top-tier racing Uma Musume—those who reach the Dream Trophy level—often earn, during their active careers, the equivalent of an average person’s lifetime income.
Wilm is no exception.
In fact, as someone at the very pinnacle, her earnings could easily push that figure into an entirely different bracket.
Because of that, many choose not to attend university, or instead enroll in specialized institutions to focus entirely on racing.
…but Wilm said, "I couldn’t graduate in my previous life, so this time I want to properly finish university."
And so, she chose to enroll.
Compared to her overwhelming racing record, her academic performance was… decent enough.
Still, there’s no university that would turn away Hoshino Wilm.
Through a recommendation, she was accepted into her desired school.
That was about a month ago.
Between campus life and our new home, we’ve been getting used to this new routine.
Of course, we haven’t neglected preparations for the summer Dream Trophy.
Watching past races, gathering data, analyzing current conditions and countermeasures, making contact with other Dream Trophy teams—
On Wilm’s side, as usual, she looks after her juniors, learns from her seniors, and competes among the top ranks.
Our racing life is set to continue for a while longer.
…but talking about all that right now would be a bit tactless.
This is a peaceful moment, after all.
Now then—Wilm’s new daily life: university.
The biggest difference compared to high school is, of course, freedom.
Choosing courses, selecting a major—deciding what to study and how to spend your time is now up to you, rather than being imposed.
But with that freedom comes responsibility.
If something goes wrong, it’s on you.
…But setting that aside.
One of those choices is club activities.
Building a new community outside of academics—spending your time and energy on something.
In other words, a kind of introduction to “finding a hobby.”
As an athlete, Wilm still has to dedicate time to maintaining her body.
But now that she’s fully matured, her body is complete.
All she needs to do is maintain it with daily stretching and exercise.
With Dream Trophy races being relatively infrequent, she’s gained a fair amount of free time—enough to feel bored if she did nothing.
So, I suggested she try joining a club.
And what she chose was… the literature club.
I was a bit surprised—she never struck me as much of a reader—but she laughed and said, "In my previous life, I was pretty much an otaku. I actually like books, including light novels."
Now that she mentions it, she does have deep knowledge in that area.
Even her connection to Uma Musume probably stems from that side of her.
Naturally, if even I was surprised, her fans were even more so.
Apparently, when she showed up during recruitment, the person in charge of explaining the club activities literally fell over in shock at the sight of the strongest racing Uma Musume in history trying to join.
Well, that’s only natural.
If a racing Uma Musume joins a club, you’d expect something sports-related.
No one would imagine her choosing a small literature club.
And now, back to the present—mid-May, early afternoon.
I was working through my now-routine tasks while relaxing at home with Wilm, who didn’t have afternoon classes.
Tonight, there’s a welcome party for new members of the literature club—a freshman mixer.
And for some reason, Wilm is reacting very strongly to it.
"You should just go."
"It’s a welcome party! They’ll make me drink, get me drunk, take me home, and I’ll get NTR’d!?!?"
"What is that wildly suspicious scenario straight out of an eroge?
Besides, your literature club is officially recognized, right? These days, any club that forces alcohol on underage students wouldn’t be approved by the university."
I’d already done a background check, of course.
The literature club at her university is completely respectable.
They meet twice a week to discuss stories they like or share what they’ve written.
They also publish a club magazine twice a year with members’ contributions.
There’s no bullying, no excessive hazing, and no history of harassment toward new members.
No forced participation that would interfere with Wilm’s racing.
The current members don’t have any shady backgrounds either.
In short, it’s a normal, small club you could find anywhere.
A perfectly suitable group for someone like Wilm to join.
That’s why I can calmly sip my coffee without concern.
If there’s one possible issue, it’s that Hoshino Wilm joining might cause a bit of internal friction.
But that would happen in any group.
She’s the strongest in the world—she’ll always stand out.
She’s good at handling herself, so that’s something she’ll have to deal with on her own.
"I-is that really okay!? Me getting along with other guys!?"
"Stopping your wife from building new relationships would be worse.
I want to be a good partner—someone who supports you, not dead weight holding you back."
"Ughhh… that’s completely reasonable!! Ayumu, you’re going to make such a good husband someday! Well, you already are!
Wait, no, that’s not the point! What about jealousy? Possessiveness!?"
"I trust that you wouldn’t betray me."
"Well, obviously. If that ever happened, I’d bite through anything to see my feelings through."
"I’ll have you all to myself at night anyway."
"Mm—!? …W-well, yes, that’s true, but still—!"
Her earlier agitation vanishes as she blushes and fidgets.
She’s so easy.
Honestly, isn’t my wife just a little too cute?
If she walked around town, talent agencies would line up to scout her.
Well… she’s already basically an idol.
Anyway, there’s another reason I’m so calm.
"Also, Uma Musume are resistant to toxins."
"Well… yes? That’s what people say, though I’ve never really experienced it."
"And alcohol, in excess, is basically a toxin."
"That’s true… wait—does that mean we can’t get drunk!?"
"You can get tipsy pretty easily, but getting completely wasted doesn’t really happen."
That’s right.
Uma Musume don’t get blackout drunk or suffer severely from alcohol.
So there’s no chance of her being forced to drink until she collapses.
…Well, there are exceptions.
Once, when I was still in elementary school, a Uma Musume working under Horino got drunk while I was pouring drinks for her and started doting all over me.
She turned pale and apologized profusely after sobering up—but she was clearly drunk.
So it’s not that they can’t get drunk at all.
It’s just that it takes a very relaxed state, combined with the atmosphere, to reach that level.
And Wilm only truly lets her guard down around me, so there’s no problem.
"So yeah, you don’t need to worry about being forced to drink.
Even if you drank enough to give a human alcohol poisoning, your body would probably process it somehow.
Though honestly, you shouldn’t be drinking anyway—you’re famous. It could turn into a scandal."
Wilm might not look it, but she’s actually quite serious. Even if she were pressured, she probably wouldn’t drink.
That’s what I thought—but it seems her confusion over this newly learned fact has taken priority.
"Why??? How does our body even break down alcohol???"
"No idea…"
The bodies of Uma Musume are full of mysteries, with many aspects still not fully understood in theory or principle.
I mean, if you’re going to question that, then your whole “territory” concept is just as much of a mystery.
"...Does that mean we’d be fine even drinking non-beverage alcohol?"
"Don’t. Absolutely don’t. That’s not a joke."
"I mean, I won’t, but still."
Precisely because their bodies are so mysterious and not fully understood, their limits are impossible to measure.
If she started messing around like that, my stomach wouldn’t survive the stress.
"Anyway, I’m confident you’ll come back safe. I trust you.
But if anything happens, don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ll come right away."
"Okaaay. …Though I’m not even leaving until later this evening.
Hehe, it feels nice being trusted by such a reliable husband!"
With that, my wife wraps her arms around me as I sit in my chair.
I thought this back in France too, but when we’re alone, she really melts—like all her restraint and mental brakes just disappear.
"By the way, about going home this year—"
"Ah, right. When would that be?"
"After Takarazuka. Once the June Dream Trophy is over, let’s head back for a bit.
There’s Laurel’s Arc race this year too, and things will get busy after that."
"Maybe I should take a leave from university and go with you as your supporter…"
"Nope. Stay here and take care of the house."
"Uuu… waiting for your husband to come back from a trip is actually pretty lonely, huh…"
"I haven’t even left yet."
When I spoke to Wilm, who was sitting on my lap, she immediately understood my meaning and responded playfully.
A bit of a tangent, but—
Wilm’s parents have already passed away. And yet, apparently, they still linger as spirits, watching over her.
According to Masa, they may have even “leveled up” from wandering spirits into something closer to guardian spirits.
Honestly, it feels like they have no intention of passing on until they see their grandchild.
Well, Wilm gets a little embarrassed about it but is still happy, and it seems they’re protecting her from harm—so personally, I’m grateful.
In any case, since her parents are gone—and her childhood home has been demolished—there’s nowhere to “return” to in the usual sense.
If anything, it would be more accurate to call it a visit to her first hometown.
That’s why, when we say “going home,” it refers to visiting the Horino main family.
It’s been three years since we decided to formally welcome Wilm into the Horino family during her first senior year.
She approached learning etiquette, manners, and our customs with strong motivation—and now she’s mastered them to a remarkable degree.
The Horino family is relatively modern for a distinguished house, but there are still certain traditional expectations.
And the way Wilm earnestly rises to meet them… honestly, it feels like she’s an angel who descended into this world. Is it really okay that I get to have her all to myself?
She’s been learning refined speech—what she calls “capital language”—and how to carry herself without leaving openings.
A gentle smile, reading between the lines of others’ words, responding with carefully chosen phrasing, paying attention to every gesture—
She’s not perfect yet, but she’s already more than competent.
To begin with, her achievements and abilities leave no room for doubt.
As she is now, I can proudly say, "She’s my partner."
A member of the Horino family—someone I can call family without hesitation.
So then, what’s her relationship like with the Horino family?
"Ah, if we’re going back, maybe I’ll ask Mother to teach me cooking again. I can show her how much I’ve improved over the past six months."
"I think my brother will be back this June too. He finally got some time off."
"Oh, your brother too? It’s been a while since I’ve seen him—I should thank him for everything."
It’s extremely good.
You often hear about tension between a wife and her mother-in-law, and my mother can be hard to read, so I was a little worried.
But—
Wilm is naturally very capable, and being a reincarnator likely helps as well. She’s incredibly good at maintaining the right distance with people.
On top of that—or perhaps because she once struggled with family relationships—she’s always thoughtful and considerate toward family.
From the outside, there’s nothing about her that could inspire dislike.
As for my mother—though I don’t know why—she’s taken quite a strong liking to Wilm.
The same goes for my brother. He’s said, “If anything happens, I’ll help however I can.”
As for my father… I’ve come to realize he’s a bit awkward.
He still seems unsure how to interact with Wilm.
Well, it’s understandable. When the strongest Uma Musume in history suddenly appears and becomes your son’s destined partner and future wife, confusion is only natural.
Still, it’s not like he dislikes her. If anything, he shares the same positive feelings as the rest of the family—it’s just taking him time to adjust.
If there’s any issue, it’s probably with the branch families.
Thanks to what Wilm and I have accomplished—and my continued achievements—the entire Horino lineage is currently thriving.
And when that happens, there are always those who become blinded by ambition or seek further advancement.
…Well, yes.
Let’s just say the pressure for “future offspring” between Wilm and me has become quite intense.
I understand where they’re coming from, but this is still a matter between husband and wife.
I’d appreciate it if they respected our pace a bit more.
Anyway, Wilm doesn’t hold any negative feelings about returning to the Horino household.
And that, more than anything, makes me happy.
My family in this life is precious to me.
Putting aside ability, I was honestly a mess emotionally—but they supported me without a single complaint.
They’re a beloved family I owe my life to.
So the fact that the woman I love gets along so well with them…
That truly makes me happy.
"Thank you, Wilm."
"Huh? That was so sudden, I can’t even hide my confusion. What’s this, Ayumu? Are you overwhelmed by how precious it is to share your life with me?"
"Exactly. Being chosen by you—and choosing you—makes me unbelievably happy."
"W-what’s that supposed to mean—! Geez… hehe, I’m happy too, so it goes both ways!"
Smiling brightly, she wriggles happily on my lap as I pull her into an embrace.
Honestly… really.
Out of all possible versions of Horino Ayumu across every timeline, I’m probably the happiest one.
…Well, if I had to complain about one thing—
It’s just that, because of Wilm’s youthful appearance, I end up getting labeled a lolicon.
But I’m perfectly normal.
It just so happens that the Uma Musume I fell in love with has a petite, childlike build.
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