“Idiot, hate you, go over there.”

In the television show, the actress playing the horse girl is hugged from behind by the actor. Contrary to the lines, the actress’s ears are drooping happily. The actor also senses her feelings and doesn’t stop hugging her.

Her acting skills are wonderful. She brilliantly portrays the complex character of a horse girl who truly loves him through her lines and expressions. Eventually, the ending theme starts to play, and as the actor whispers sweet words, that day’s broadcast comes to an end.

As I let out a sigh, I clench my hands tightly on my knees. Each time I find myself comparing myself to a situation in a drama and realize that this thought is a form of dependence, I feel disgusted with myself.

I am aware that I’m not good at expressing myself. Even so, I might have unconsciously relied on the trainer who can convey anything.

He always confronts me sincerely. He takes my clumsy words and understands them. I’m always the one receiving help from the trainer.

Despite that, I find myself unable to gauge his feelings. Even though I want to express my gratitude and convey my love, I still don’t understand my trainer after being together for so long.

Because I always maintain a smile, I can’t be sure if this smile is genuine or if I’m just putting on an act. There were times when I wished he had horse ears so that I could easily understand his emotions at a glance, making things so much easier.

However, such an escape route is not permitted. The reason he cannot fully understand the trainer’s feelings is not because he lacks horse ears, but because I do not make enough effort to gauge the feelings of others.

I cannot help but be self-deprecating. I am scared. I can’t even tell whether his always accepting attitude comes from genuine affection or is just a social courtesy to facilitate our relationship.

If this love is one-sided, thinking that it might trouble him makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst.

Chris S. furrowed his brow while resting his finger on his chin. Occasionally glancing over here, he let out a deep sigh and averted his gaze.

In situations like this, it is usually when she wants to tell me something but is hesitating about how to say it or is reluctant to speak. After a long relationship, I can generally sense what she is thinking.

“What’s wrong, Chris? Come over here.”

If I spread my arms and beckon her, she looks over at me with a slight hesitation. From her somewhat hesitant gaze, I can infer that her concerns are likely about me, and that it’s difficult for her to express them. However, the fact that she is in the trainer’s room like this suggests that deep down, she wants to communicate something.

If that is the case, it is a serious situation. I intend to listen to anything, and if there is anything to hold back from me, it is my fault for creating an atmosphere that makes it difficult to speak up.

Moreover, I find myself wanting to fulfill her wishes, not as a trainer, but as someone who personally cares for her.

When Chris-S walked over here, the carpet slipped and she lost her balance. It was not like her usual self. She must have been distracted by something.

However, without having the time to think about such things, I reached out my hand to her to avoid bumping into the table and pulled her close to my side. Caught up in the moment, we fell backward onto the sofa.

As I firmly held her to prevent her from falling off the sofa and landing awkwardly, a soft sensation spread widely against my chest. When I belatedly understood that it was something I shouldn’t touch too much, I hurriedly pulled her body away.

With a firm touch, the sweet scent of shampoo, soft skin over toned muscles, and slender, entwining limbs—all of these were brushed away from my memory as I grabbed Chris’s shoulders and shook her awake. She looked down at me, unusually dazed by the sudden event.

“Are you okay?!”

Even when I called out, there was no response. It was as if all movement had stopped, simply remaining atop my body.

As I try to distance my thoughts from the more feminine aspects of Chris S that I had been consciously avoiding, I focus on her eyes, and eventually notice that her gaze is not only on my face but also occasionally checking down.

Unrelated to my will, the hidden feelings of love I had been concealing were lifting her a few centimeters while pressing against Chris’s belly. It was almost like a physiological phenomenon that I could no longer suppress with my own intentions.

In a hurry to pull my hand away from her shoulder, as if it were a natural consequence, Chrisess’s body fell back onto me, and her chest deformed as if it were being crushed.

“I’m, I’m sorry!”

Even if I apologized, my both hands stretched out into the air could no longer touch her body, and yet not touching her would not change this situation; it was a dead end in every direction.

Moreover, at that moment, I was more filled with the anxiety of whether Chris would dislike me rather than anything else. However, she, on the contrary, seemed happy as she perked up her ears and crawled up on my body, getting closer to my face.

“All right. People, when their feelings… are expressed in their bodies—I’ve heard that from Rob Roy.”

I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but Chrisess had eyes that were not filled with contempt, but rather with a gentle, loving gaze. As we got close enough to feel her breath, I sensed a sense of crisis in her face and tried to pull her away, but my wrists were quickly gripped tightly.

“Same feeling… So happy. I can feel your heart.”

Chris’s long hair fell across her face as our eyes drew closer. The grip I felt on my wrist was strong, and her breath was rough. I tried my best to change this tense atmosphere and made an effort to fill the silence.

“Chris, this is bad…”

At that moment, Chris S laughed. I’ve been watching her for many years, so I understand. She twisted her mouth slightly with joy.

“Ah, it’s getting through.”

As she said that, her hair fell and blocked my eyes. Only the sensation became heightened, and I could feel her lips kissing me hungrily. Her both hands, which were holding my wrist, shifted to hold my hands, intertwining all of our fingers and gripping tightly.

In a time where I couldn’t understand words or expressions, I tried to convey my wish to stop by gripping his hand tightly, but instead, he gripped back even stronger.

I love hair expressions.

I wish humans had emotions that were easier to understand.

I found it.

Being held in a lover’s embrace is nice…

Chris seems so intense that he might injure someone in the heat of the moment.

It’s unfair that only females can’t have their emotions read!

>>13

Even a female human… exists…

>>36

It’s not that easy to understand…

Are you okay? Did it really get through to you?

It’s not a lie that the trainer also loves Chris.

I’m just hiding it a little.

I saw a scene in a romance drama where, while rejecting with words, they were giving the okay with their ears, so it’s just…

No matter what the trainer says, it lacks persuasiveness…

A situation where escaping is impossible.

ChrisS seems like they could give an intense French kiss with a straight face, and that’s nice…

Rob Roy is like,

The drama was a foreshadowing…

Enjoying breasts doesn’t mean it might be bad, right?!

Where did the aging horse girl from Lobrogo go!

It looks like you’re watching a drama that Maruzen would probably like…

I mean, is this actress really acting…?

It looks like Clammbon.

This is the trainer’s fault.

If the source of knowledge is Rob Roy, you never know what kind of abnormal play you might be influenced by.

But you did well.

It seems like they might be influenced to mark with hickeys or even bite marks.

You could say it’s inevitable that this will end…

If Chris-ess were to be dominated by such feelings and start licking me like a puppy while moving their hips back and forth on my lap, I might not be able to take it.

The part that the wise dog showed unexpectedly.

It seems that Rob Roy has become quite the experienced ear due to the synergy with Rice-chan…