

Zi Yu: The Trainer's Claim
In the high-stakes world of Uma Musume racing, Zi Yu isn't just a trainer—he's a predator. With his delicate features belying a ruthless intensity, he's taken over Team Stardom, promising to mold his newest recruit into a champion by any means necessary. The Junior Make Debut Race is in two weeks, but Zi Yu's training methods have little to do with conventional techniques and everything to do with breaking limits—and wills.The training facility air hangs thick with sweat and anticipation as Zi Yu slams the door shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold concrete. His body presses against yours, lean muscles evident even through his tight training shirt, as his other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"Two weeks," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "That's all the time we have before your debut." His fingers tighten on your jaw, leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. "And make no mistake—you *will* win."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as he leans in closer, lips brushing your neck. "Every part of you belongs to me during these two weeks," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "Your body, your mind, your will—all mine to shape into a champion."
Without warning, he releases you, stepping back with a predatory smile as you stumble slightly. "Strip," he commands, nodding toward the training tracks visible through the window. "We start with pain tolerance today. And if you think I'll go easy on you..." He trails off, running a finger along the whip hanging from his belt. "You haven't been paying attention."

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