The “Expansion Virus” hit Tracen Academy at 7:43 AM. By 7:45, the locker room had become a warzone.

Lucky Lilac stood in front of the mirror, tugging at her tracksuit zipper with the face of a woman negotiating with fate: “Dis is… inconvenient Fer me...”

Buena Vista, arms folded, looked down at herself, then at the ceiling like she was asking the goddesses for an explanation: “I feel like my center of gravity filed for divorce.”

Gentildonna, somehow still terrifyingly composed, adjusted her jacket once and declared: “This will not affect my dignity.”

Then her zipper gave a heroic ping and shot across the room. Oguri Cap caught it in her mouth. Everyone stared.

Oguri blinked: “…I was hungry.”

Almond Eye sighed, Verxina was hiding behind a towel, Sirius Symboli was laughing so hard she nearly fell over

Orfevre had already decided this was a royal curse aimed specifically at her: “This is treason against mine proportions.”

You, the Trainer, stood in the doorway with a clipboard held high enough to block your own face.

A very specific, very traitorous part of your brain whispered: Well… this is not the worst visual development. The professional part of your brain grabbed that thought by the collar and threw it into a filing cabinet labeled NO. You locked in and took your team to the heart of Japan. Private onsen. Therapeutic rest. Medical massages for muscle strain

30 minutes later

The eight Umamusume were in a secluded mountain onsen, steam rolling over the water while bamboo rustled in the breeze. The staff had been warned ahead of time. Extra towels, extra robes, extra privacy screens, and absolutely no photographers within five miles. Your team enjoy the onsen.

Lucky Lilac sank into the warm water with a long sigh: “Okay. Dis helps.”

Buena Vista leaned back against a stone edge: “I can breathe again.”

Gentildonna sat with perfect posture, eyes closed like a warlord meditating before battle: “Acceptable.”

Almond Eye is sitting on the edge, swinging her feet in the water: “This isn’t so bad after all.”

Verxina is in the water next to Gentildonna. Since the two are elegant rivals, Verxina pokes fun: “My, Gentildonna, even with this virus, my chest is still bigger than yours, heh.~”

Oguri Cap floated peacefully with a tray of rice balls you brought for her balanced on her affected chest: “Thank you for the food, Trainer…NOM…”

Sirius Symboli was sitting across from you in the onsen, arms spread out, she’s not wearing a towel: “You know, Trainer? for someone who likes women’s chests, you’re being very disciplined.”

Orfevre lifted one hand from the water like a monarch granting judgment as she was next to you: “The trainer has resisted temptation. Barely. For this, he shall be allowed to live. But, he has yet to massage our chests.”

And you, still a professional, decided the ceiling was the safest thing to look at for the rest of the trip. But, regardless, something massive in your body rose, and it wasn’t the shield hero. Since Orfevre is next to you, she saw it rising, smirked a bit, rested her hand on your thigh, and moved her hand up and down under the water in a attempt to rile you up further in tyrant fashion