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Mejiro Ramonu, the daughter of Mogami (FR) and Mejiro Hiryu, became the first filly in Japanese racing history to win the Triple Tiara in 1986? She achieved this by sweeping all three legs of the fillies’ Triple Crown at the time: the Oka Sho, the Yushun Himba (Japanese Oaks), and the Queen Elizabeth II Cup. At the time, the Queen Elizabeth II Cup served as the final leg of the Triple Tiara, before the Shuka Sho replaced it in 1996.

This made Mejiro Ramonu the first-ever Japanese Triple Tiara winner among fillies, a feat unmatched for 17 years until Still in Love became the second filly to claim the title in 2003. Since then, only a select few have joined that elite group, cementing Mejiro Ramonu’s place as one of the foundational legends of Japanese horse racing.

Mejiro Ramonu retired with an outstanding record of 12 starts, 9 wins, and 3 losses, earning ¥311,920,100 in prize money. Her major victories include the Oka Sho, Yushun Himba, and Queen Elizabeth II Cup in 1986, alongside multiple important trial races. She was also celebrated for completing what was known as the “Perfect Triple Tiara,” having won not only the three crown races, but all of their major prep races as well an achievement still regarded as one of the most flawless campaigns by a filly in Japanese racing history.

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Mejiro Ramonu(JPN) | JBIS-Search https://share.google/x4lwnZ5Pcicz9mUOq

Japanese Triple Tiara: List of Japanese Triple Tiara Winners. Liberty Island becomes 7th winner of Triple Tiara | Horse Racing Library - netkeiba https://share.google/78sjAXOuEUratGuho

Triple Crown of Thoroughbred Racing - Wikipedia https://share.google/2RtLJYbCosfue2tmf

https://umamusu.wiki/Mejiro\_Ramonu

It had been a long, exhausting day. I hadn’t been home in over a week, caught in the endless demands of a business trip that seemed to stretch far longer than it should have. And through every meeting, every sleepless night, every mile on the road, only one thought stayed with me.

How would my wife of two years greet me when I finally returned?

Would she run into my arms and hold me tight? Would she cry and scold me for being gone so long? Or would she pout, throwing one of her adorable little tantrums just to make me work for her forgiveness?

I smiled to myself at the thought as I drove through the quiet night, my heart growing lighter with every mile that brought me closer to home.

At last, after what felt like an eternity, I finally arrived.

I stepped out of the car, straightened my suit, fixed my hair, and took a slow breath before pressing the doorbell. My pulse quickened with anticipation.

But no one answered.

“Maybe Ramonu is asleep,” I murmured to myself. “Or perhaps she’s still at the Mejiro estate.”

I glanced at my watch. 2:30.

With a quiet sigh, I reached for the door and stepped inside.

The house was still.

As I looked around, the soft glow of the lamps painted the room in gold. The living room was spotless, the air faintly scented with tea and lavender. Even the bedrooms were immaculate, everything in its place.

“Ramonu is probably having tea with Ardan again,” I said under my breath, amused.

Too tired to think much further, I loosened my tie, slipped off my coat, and let myself fall onto the sofa with the weariness of a man who had carried the world on his shoulders for far too long.

I closed my eyes, ready to surrender to the quiet.

And then...

Something soft brushed against me.

Warm.

Delicate.

A touch so light it was almost unreal, like silk gliding over skin. Slender fingers traced my cheek with feather-soft affection, slow and tender, as if savoring the shape of my face after far too long apart.

Then came the scent.

Sweet and elegant. Familiar. A fragrance I knew better than my own breath.

My heart stilled.

There was only one person in this world who carried such a presence.

“Ramonu…”

I tried to turn, but a gentle hand stopped me. Her touch lingered against my jaw, guiding me back as she leaned close, her breath warm against my ear.

Then, in that honeyed voice... soft, sweet, and devastatingly beautiful... she whispered:

“Ara ara… do you have any idea how long you made this lovely lady wait?”

Her arms slipped around me from behind, holding me close, possessive and warm, as if she had no intention of ever letting me go again.

“I’ve been waiting so patiently,” she murmured, her voice velvet against my skin. “Waiting to be loved properly. Waiting to be adored the way only my dear husband can.”

My breath caught in my throat.

Even after two years, she still had the power to unravel me with a single whisper.

I let out a quiet, helpless laugh and rested my hand over hers.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said softly. “For making the only woman my heart belongs to wait so long.”

There was a pause.

Then I felt her smile against my skin.

“Oh?” she hummed, amused. “And what shall I do with such a terribly neglectful husband?”

I turned my head just enough to catch the teasing glimmer in her eyes.

“That,” I said, smiling despite myself, “is entirely up to you.”

Her lips curved, pleased.

“Ara ara… how obedient.”

Her fingers slid slowly down the front of my chest, deliberate and teasing, until they came to rest just above my heart. Then she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips...sweet, slow, and far too brief.

When she pulled away, her gaze lingered on mine, warm and possessive.

“You’ve been gone for far too long,” Ramonu whispered, her voice softer now, more tender than teasing.

Then she cupped my face in her hands and smiled... the kind of smile that made every mile, every sleepless night, every aching second apart feel worth enduring.

“So tonight,” she said, her lips brushing mine once more, “you are mine.”

And in her arms, at long last, I was finally home.

(Pls nbi don't arrest me its a joke)

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Translation: pls return the funds of the Philippine citizens, ramonu kiss me

Welcome, dear Ramonians, to this grand little garden devoted to the grace and splendor of our beloved Mejiro Ramonu.

This subreddit is a place to gather in admiration of her beauty, elegance, and timeless charm to share our passion, our devotion, our talents, and the quiet affection we hold for our radiant Triple Tiara queen.

Here, every post is a small tribute, every work a gesture of love, and every discussion another flower laid at the feet of her noble legacy.

May this community continue to grow into a place worthy of her name - refined, welcoming, and filled with those who cherish her as dearly as we do.

We will continue to cultivate and improve this subreddit so that it may become a more beautiful home for all who admire her.

Upcoming

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Server Post Flair Guide

🌹 RAMONU APPRECIATION POSTING

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🖼️ RAMONU’S ART GALLERY

A hall reserved for fanart, illustrations, and all visual tributes to her beauty.

🍰 TEA TIME WITH RAMONU

For lighthearted posts, memes, and playful moments shared in her company.

👑 TRIPLE TIARA LEGACY

For facts, race history, achievements, and all that honors her noble legacy.

🕊️ ELEGANT DISCUSSION

For serious conversations, thoughtful reflections, and refined discussion.

💌 LETTERS FOR RAMONU

For comics, personal messages, and affectionate works dedicated to her.