Sex? Review?: The Curren chan only i know.
She’s late.
She’s had a lot on her plate these last few weeks. Between school, training, and keeping up her social media presence, she’s had hardly any time to rest. I only recently graduated myself, so I understand how stressful this balancing act can be, but I feel like she’s pushing herself too hard.
After training today, she had a meet-and-greet with her fans to attend. I pleaded with her to reschedule it, but she said she needed to do this — that her fans needed to see she was still doing okay.
She got 4th place in our first race of the year a few weeks back. She doesn’t let it show, but I can tell it’s been eating away at her inside. After all, we had already discussed the possibility that this might be her last year racing.
At the end of last year, I noticed she was potentially at her peak and talked with her about it.
“Even if I’ve hit my peak, I want to give everyone one last year of Cute Curren blazing down the track!”
She told me that with a smile.
I promised her I’d do everything I could to make it happen.
Now we’re off to a rough start.
I have to try harder.
I hear the front door open.
Normally she startles me by yelling, “Big bro! I’m home!”
But today was different.
What startled me was the silence.
I walk into the living room and see Curren-chan standing there, head lowered. She couldn’t hide the tears dripping onto the floor. I rush over to check if she’s hurt.
Choking on tears, she manages to mutter:
“I’m sorry… I cracked.”
For a moment I’m confused. Then it hits me.
I pull out my phone and check Umastagram.
Just as I expected, Curren was trending.
There were videos from the meet-and-greet, all showing the same moment: a young umamusume walks up to Curren and says:
“I’m enrolling at Tracen next year! I can’t wait to race alongside you!”
You can see the exact moment Curren’s heart breaks.
We hadn’t told anyone yet. There’s no way that poor girl could’ve known what she was about to do to her.
Curren apologizes to the young fan and announces that this will likely be her last year competing.
The crowd panics as Curren quickly makes her exit.
I turn my phone off and look back at the uma standing in front of me.
Even though she’s trying to hide it, I can see everything written across her face.
She’s sad. Tired. Angry.
“I tried so hard… I couldn’t be the Cute Curren everyone needs me to be.”
Now, I’m not exactly great at comforting people, but I try my best.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
I regret saying it immediately.
A fist slams into my face as she screams:
“YOU DON’T GET IT!”
I boxed in high school, and I can confidently say I’ve never been hit that hard before.
I think I blacked out for a second somewhere between the punch landing and the moment I almost hit the floor, but I manage to catch myself. I touch the side of my face just to make sure it’s still there.
I look up at Curren.
Her face is filled with utter horror.
But not for the reason I thought at the time.
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…”
She can barely get the words out.
I slowly pull myself back to my feet and reassure her as quickly as I can.
"I’ve taken worse beatings before. This was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
I lied.
That really hurt.
I thought I was gonna die.
Curren stares at me. Relief flashes across her face for just a moment before it twists back into pain again.
Then she just stands there silently for a full minute.
Finally, she says:
“Big bro… can you let me be selfish, just for tonight?”
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
I say it without really understanding what I just agreed to. That is, until her right hook crashes into my side.
A punch. A kick. Then another punch.
A fracture here. A broken rib there.
I stand there while she lets everything loose on me.
Eventually my body can’t take it anymore, and I collapse onto the floor flat on my back.
Curren climbs on top of me and starts driving her fists down into my face.
Before my eyes swell shut and consciousness slips away, I get one last look at her expression.
She’s smiling.
The same smile she always wears.
And then I realize something.
That look of horror earlier wasn’t because she hit me. It was because she realized she enjoyed it.
I fade away.
I wake up in bed. Everything hurts. Though honestly, not as much as I would’ve expected considering everything that happened.
I glance to my left.
12 PM.
Good thing it’s the weekend. No training with Curren-chan today.
…Curren.
I turn my head to the right and see her sitting at the end of the bed, seemingly just waking up herself.
She notices me staring.
“Good morning, big bro! Thanks for the wonderful night\~” She stretches casually.
“I had Tachyon come by and drop off some of the medicine she gives her trainer whenever her experiments get a little… messy.”
“You should be good as new soon, but you still need plenty of rest.”
Then she gives me a devilish wink.
“After all… I’ll be counting on you to take responsibility for what you’ve done, big bro\~”
I accidentally awakened something inside her.
And maybe…
that’s not such a bad thing.
10/10. Better than sex.