I was going to publish two chapter today, but I couldn't complete the second chapter. I'll try to publish two chapters tomorrow.
If you see any mistakes, feel free to write. I'll fix it.
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One of the brightest countries in the current world, the country where most heroes flock, hoping to shine and gain fame;
Japan!
Yes, Japan. Japan is such a place, the golden land that shines for mankind, as well as the country that contains many famous and powerful heroes.
All Might, Endeavor, and others in the top 10 were among the heroes recognized and admired by the world, even if they were only japan's top ten, and were more in demand than any other country.
Was it because they were strong? No, there were a lot of people in the world who were as powerful as they were. So the security they provide in Japan? That's no, either.
Then what is it?
All that fame and eyes drawn to Japan was because of All Might itself, a symbol of peace and known as the greatest hero in the world. All Might's reputation in America and his reputation in Japan, the title of No.1 hero, caused everyone to turn their eyes to Japan.
As a result, other heroes gained notoriety, and Japan became desirable territory for beginners.
As a result, people from all over the world were flocking to various parts of Japan and various heroic agencies. Every potential hero who wanted to be famous and world-renowned was going to Japan.
Even U.A., where All Might trained, was enough to attract people there.
Everything was going well for Japan, but there was one thing no one was looking at.
The withdrawal of so many potential heroes to Japan resulted in a high crime rate and a high number of hero shortages in other countries. The heroes of other countries, such as America's No.1 hero "Star and Stripe", are a deficit that they cannot fill no matter how hard they work.
And that's not the only one. Heroism agencies and companies in other countries had trouble finding heroes to protect themselves or possess.
There was a huge shortage of heroes outside Japan, freighters, and vehicles likely to be attacked by villains, heroes who could flock to the scene when their company's confidential information was stolen, or heroes who only had to protect important people.
If someone wanted to have them, they had to pay large sums of money and call the high levels in other countries, or pay a large amount of money and rent them from Japan.
However, this caused great financial and time difficulties for individuals, business owners, or the government.
,
When the problems arose, there was a company that turned the moment into an opportunity and used that opportunity for itself. The name of this company was unknown to anyone involved, but everyone knew the name of the entity that emerged when the opportunity turned
''OHRMG''
The OHRMG founder had given up on heroes flocking to Japan like insects swarming into the light, taking advantage of the opportunity, and instead clung to villains who were suppressed, hunted, and ostracized by society.
Unlike the heroes who are desired everywhere, the villains who can't go anywhere will do anything as long as they are given the opportunity. They would not miss such an opportunity, whether it was to escape from the country they were looking for or to start a new life.
When it comes to following the employer's promises or betrayal, this was something the employer should have thought about. OHRMG was just offering them a way.
Which the companies needed was to protect themselves from the villains who were hurting themselves. So as long as proper steps were taken, the villains could be even more useful to them than heroes.
So, rich people around the world started joining OHRMG and hiring bad guys for their own business.
***
"Something else you want to know?" Wide and simple, but also in the luxurious boardroom, the man who led the meeting finished his speech as he stared fearlessly at the crowd of villains in front of him, with a smile on his face.
As one would expect from a businessman, he finished his work without even sweating under the gaze of such a villain that normally anyone would be nervous about.
A lot of hands were raised from the crowd, each one of them wanted answers to their questions.
The guy turned his head around and pointed at a random person.
"Why did you let us go with triggers? Any one of us could have taken the triggers and run away, which is what they do." The man looked out his eye at the distinct gaps in the seats. There were 120 seats in the whole room, and 90 of them were full and 30 were empty.
"Oh, them?" The narrator glanced at the empty seats, as if contemptuous of those who were supposed to sit there.
"Don't worry about it. Unless the triggers are turned on by us, they will never be able to perform their main function and will be no different from pure water. "An image appeared on the wall behind the narrator.
The image was a 3D copy of the trigger. The man picked up a folding stick and pointed to the device on top of the trigger, which was to show his countdown.
'' Apart from showing you the countdown, this device also helps to complete the trigger. The trigger must not come into contact with the air until the last component is put into it, if it does, it will be no different from ordinary water. We're going to give you all a card when we leave this room. This card will allow the material to be dripped into the mixture to complement the trigger inside the device, thereby completing the trigger''
'So that's why it happened.' In the man's words, Blake's thoughts were enlightened.
The Q&A phase lasted several hours, and finally the event everyone was waiting for came.
"Now, you will be given a tablet. The tablets given will be written by companies that want to hire you, their region, their business areas, and the jobs they will give you." In the man's words, men in black and glasses began to enter the conference room. Each one was carrying a tablet.
Men in black outfits left the room after handing over tablets to a villain who was startled and triggered by the instant flow of people.
Blake didn't care about the whispers in the environment and focused on the tablet in front of him.
"Woah...". In addition to being a hundred companies on the tablet, there were also requests from agencies and governments in countries other than Japan. [EN: These Companies that can give jobs at OHRMG, not rich people.]
From civil defense to border protection, from stealing companies' passwords to protecting private individuals, all the work Blake could think of was written on the tablet. And the people who gave them these assignments were companies Blake wouldn't even think of.
"Hm?" Blake saw something that caught his attention as he continued to investigate. On top of the tablet was a glowing greyhound logo.
Grumpy Greyhound- Protecting American/Japan- Protecting Japan Companies and Affiliated Agencies- Wanted: Revealing your Quirk.
"Why does one in five want me?" It wasn't that he was going to pick anyone, he was just curious.
"Anyway." Blake couldn't find any motive. After making sure he turned them all down, he waited for the meeting to end.
The meeting ended after a few hours. Almost everyone had accepted the recruitment, and from there they would be sent to various rooms in the building and from there they would be sent to new workplaces. Blake put the tablet aside and left the boardroom after receiving the card that was to be given to him.
As he walked through the spaciously furnished corridors, he had his card read into the mechanism on top of the tube.
Dnnnnn!!
Along with a small mechanical clicking sound, the dripping sound was heard through the tube. Blake could see that the mechanism inside the tube was dripping into a green liquid. With the green liquid mixing with the colorless liquid, the liquid inside the tube turned completely green.
When the process was over, Blake destroyed the mechanism on the tube with his lightning bolts. If what was said was true, it no longer had to come into contact with the air or the mechanism existed. All he needed was to use it.
**
"What's the situation?" On the top floor of OHRMG, there were several people in a room.
The 10 men, each dressed in a clean and neat tuxedo or suit, sat at a round table in the room with a comfortable design, staring at the screens in front of them.
"25 of our offers have been accepted and only 5 have rejected. The reason for one of the rejections is unclear, but others want us to increase our offer." A man wearing a top hat and a clean-cut shave frowned as he looked at the screen.
"2 of them have the potential to be A-level, while 2 have the potential to be S-level. I'm not against increasing the offer for S levels but A levels... I recommend thinking after looking at their Quirks."
"I agree."
"I agree."
"I agree."
Eight of the 10 people in the room agreed with the suggestion of the man in the top hat. Eyes instantly turned to the sleepy man at the head of the table, looking tired at the screen in front of him. The man's demeat was sloppy, unlike that of the people in the room, who didn't seem to care about the meeting, but no one said anything about it. They didn't even try to condemn him.
Because he's the one with the eyes rolling right now. He was one of the richest men in the world, one of OHRMG's top five, nicknamed grumpy hound.
Grumpy Hound was a man in his 30s with upright hair. Unlike his lethargic posture, he had a fit physique and his tired, sleepy eyes glowed with a glimmer of intelligence.
"The last one?" The Grumpy Hound gave a single look at the screen in front of him without looking the men in the eye. He then rested his head on his seat and closed his eyes.
"White, his age, and no other information are known. It has the body structure of a fighter, an extraordinary perception of combat, and the ability to react quickly to changing situations. He's also ruthless and has no mercy for his enemies. We don't know about Quirk. If his Quirk is good, he has the potential to be above S-ranks, if not,He has the potential to become an S-rank only with his combat prowess." The man in the top hat took the position of spokesman for the 9's and began explaining.
"He'd make a good dog. What's the reason for the rejection?'' Upon hearing the information, the eyes of the Grumpy Hound shone with interest.
"He didn't specify. We found out that he had rejected other companies and agencies and he did not give any reason for any of them." The guy in the cylindrical hat frowned, he didn't understand why Blake turned down such an advantageous offer.
"Hmm...." The Grumpy Hound began hitting the sides of his chair, as he only does when he was bothered.
Grumpy Hound's repetition of his habit caused nine men to freeze where they were. None of them dared to breathe in a heavy tone.
"Anyway, let him go. His loss." The Grumpy Hound stopped after a few minutes and shrugged his shoulders. His frowns and slightly wrinkled face are back to his old tired self.
"It's true. If he doesn't show up, it's his loss. It means he missed a great opportunity."
"People are really blind nowadays."
"Isn't it?"
Eight of the nine men flattered the Grumpy Hound for a while before one of them looked at the screen in front of him. Eye walls filled with slight wrinkles- he continued to stare at Blake's mask for a long time before curling into a subtle expression. It was like he was looking Blake right in the eye.
The meeting continued with speeches. Each of them gave their opinions on where to appoint the villain they had just hired and exactly how best to use the villain. Even the sleepy-looking Grumpy Hound got out of his sleepy state after a while and returned to his professional form.
A few hours passed and everyone headed for their rooms. Looking deeply at the masked photograph of Blake, the man exited the meeting and quickly made his way to his room and entered the room after confirming that no one was following him.
After entering the room, he sat in his chair and began to watch the walls in the quiet room for a while.
"3...2...1." Counted backward from three in the quiet room. As soon as the count ended, the red light on the edges of the cameras in various parts of the room went out.
After waiting a few more minutes to be sure, the man pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
Dııt! Dıtt!
"Hello, brother. What's wrong? Why did you call me?'' A man's voice could be heard yawning from the other side of the phone.
"We don't have much time. Answer my question. Do you still want to join the Hounds?'' The man stood up and began to listen cautiously outside the room.
"O-Of course I do. Who wouldn't?'' The man on the other side of the phone answered after doing his best to stabilize his trembling voice.
The greyhounds represented nine people under the Grumpy Hound. No OHRMG member, especially him, wouldn't want to miss this opportunity.
''If you really want that, you need to convince the person in the information I will send you shortly to join us."
"Do I have to convince someone? Is there a specific reason?' If he had a reason, he might be more motivated to convince the person.
"Yes, the Grumpy Hound wants him. When he turned down his offer, he repeated his habit." For others, the habit of Grumpy Hound might not have mattered, but for those who watched Grumpy Hound closely, his habit was of great importance.
"You say habit..." The person on the other side of the phone has gone quiet. After a while of silence, he answered. "Okay, I'll convince him. Make sure you put me in the hounds."
"Leave it to me." When his brother agreed, he rubbed his chest gently before exhaling a sigh of relief. By his brother's ''various'' persuasion methods, there was a good chance that Blake would join the Grumpy Hound. The only problem was his identity and information like that, but that wasn't his problem from now on.
"Can I use any method of persuasion?" The voice of the man on the phone suddenly became sly.
"Yes. If he doesn't accept it to the end, you can use whatever you want. After all, the media and heroes don't take the death of a villain so badly. Maybe they can even thank us."
"I get it, brother. I'll do my best."
When the phone hung up, a smile adorned the man's face, reflecting the enthusiasm in his heart. He wanted to be happy like a child right now.
If his brother could recruit Blake, his brother wouldn't be the only beneficiary, as he had a chance to advance one step further and rise to #1 among the Hounds, the man with the top hat.
If this happened, not only would his influence and wealth increase, but he would become one of the greatest. He would be as strong as Endeavor and the other heroes, he could do whatever he wanted in terms of potency and wealth, even without physical strength.
Who knows, maybe he could even replace Grumpy Hound.
Contemplating with his heart burning with the flames of desire, the man had stars in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling before laying himself down on the bed.
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"I can finally be one of the greyhounds." In Japan, in a hotel that is one of the sub-branches of OHRMG, a man in his 40s was talking alone in his room.
The man was wearing a comfortable bathrobe and droplets of water were hanging all over his body, indicating he had just come out of the bath. The water dripping from his wet hair was soaking his skin, but the person did not feel it because of the warm room.
"It looks like I need to get serious." The man fell hesitantly before going to bed, but when he thought about what was coming if he could convince Blake, he wiped his hesitation and lay on the bed with his newly acquired determination. If he's a little daring, there were a few other people in the world who could find White's true identity.
He, Yamazaki Sumito, had a Quirk that allowed him to visualize the appearance of the people he wanted as long as he had access to general information. Because of this and his persuasion skills, his brother gave him this assignment.
But Quirk's biggest criterion was his images or knowledge of the person he was looking for when he recently appeared. The older the information provided, the harder it was to see the image.
"White, white, white." Yamazaki used his Quirk and repeatedly called out the name of the person he wanted to think about. He thought about White's general structure and the information his brother sent him and his photo from the meeting.
Quirk's active. A 3-D copy of White's sitting position in the meeting appeared before his eyes. His black hoodie was right in front of him, down to the smallest detail, he could even see the white mask with the line just above his cheekbone and the dust stuck to his shoes.
"Let's see, let's see. What do you look like?'' Yamazaki began examining the image in front of him.
"1.90 Height. Maybe 1.92." If it was the world before Quirk, millions of people in Japan would have already been eliminated, but during this period, 6'10", only thousands could be eliminated. [EN: Japan's average height is 1.70 for men and 1.50 for women]
Yamazaki continued to investigate. While paying attention to her clothes and anything that might be a clue, his eyes were attached to his shoes.
"Isn't this one of those shoes that's popular with teenagers?" Blake's shoes were shoes of a brand called Nix, which is popular at the moment.
Just this detail had greatly reduced the age range.
Yamazaki took a seated position so as not to miss any detail. Lying in bed was best for him, as Quirk was putting a strain on his brain every second, but right now he had an opportunity he couldn't compromise on. A little lightheadedness, or perhaps fainting, was a small sacrifice compared to what was to come.
Yamazaki's eyes narrowed like an eagle staring at its prey, seeking any flaws in Blake's body or details that could help him identify his true identity.
After searching for a while, he decided to look at Blake's back. Since he intended to investigate to the smallest detail, he had to search everywhere that could contain potential details.
He supported himself in bed with his hands and began to crawl forward. Instant dizziness hit Yamazaki, but he grits her teeth, persevered, and continued to crawl.
"Hm?" As he walked past Blake, his eyes remained on his body, and that's when he saw something. It was a very small thing and it was a very small detail that seemed difficult even in the position it was in.
"White hair?" The inside of Blake's mask, which covered his face, had a small part of the light hitting him. As Yamazaki passed Blake, he glanced at the part of the light hitting it, and there he saw a small clump of hair.
Realizing that he had found a decisive detail, Yamazaki rejoiced like a child. Butterflies were flying in his stomach like a girl who had just fallen in love. His heart was full of exuberant emotions as he opened the way for greater wealth and power.
"No, I need to calm down. I may have found a decisive detail, but I must investigate it to the smallest detail." He calmed himself down with deep breaths and continued to research
Yamazaki spent several hours tirelessly searching but found no details. Despite this, Yamazaki did not feel disappointed, there was nothing in his heart except a fresh sense of achievement. He was a man who made millions of dollars his whole life, but he never felt the sense of success he had in his life.
After checking his body for the last time, he quickly went to his phone and dialed a number. He didn't feel the previous feelings of dizziness and nausea, or the current headache, because of the sense of achievement that was gushing out of his heart.
"Hello, what did you want, sir?" The phone rang several times and the other side picked up the phone
"Tell me about all 5-foot-10, white-haired people in Japan. Especially those who have the potential to be the bad guy." When Yamazaki stopped talking, the noise began to rise from the other side of the phone.
''Quirk?''
"Unknown. Does it cause any problems?'' Yamazaki responded with frustration. One of the biggest obstacles was that White's Quirk was unknown.
"Yes, but we will do our best. Is there anything else you want us to do?''
"If possible, see if he has made any purchases recently. Especially from the Nix brand."
"It's understood. I'll start working right away."
Yamazaki hung up the phone and threw himself into bed after randomly throwing it at one side of the room.
"I'm going to be one of the hounds." This idea was a dream for Yamazaki. It occurred to him when he got into this kind of thing. He was a small moneylender and made money by threatening people, now he was about to become one of the Hounds
"It doesn't matter what method I use. I can't screw this up." Yamazaki's eyes shone in a decisive and cruel light as he swore he would never ruin a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
**
"It's all over with this. Do you have anything left in your house?'' Blake put it in the last box and asked Nejire.
"There's nothing.'' Nejire thanked Blake as she wiped her sweat.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore a loose-up outfit, while underneath she wore a pantsuit that revealed her hips. With the fabric tied around her arm, she looked both pretty sexy and pretty cute.
"I'll take care of the rest. You can go to Ryukyu." While Blake was talking to Nejire, he opened one of the boxes.
His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. The box contained a selection of underwear, and what caught Blake's eye was the black lace panties and suspenders, in stark contrast to Nejire's.
Whistle*
Blake whistled loudly enough for Nejire to hear. He had never thought that his adorable girlfriend would wear or possess black lace panties and garter. But now that he thinks about it, it could be quite hot with Nejire's body.
"Hm?" Nejire turned her head where the whistle sounded and froze when she saw Blake looking inside her box containing "special" materials.
Patpatpat!
She came in front of Blake with quick steps and threw herself on top of the box, her body completely covering the box.
"B-Blake, t-this isn't what you see. I-I...'' Nejire's face turned red as she tried to explain herself.
Blake didn't answer her. His mind was now filled with an image of Nejire, wearing only these clothes.
"It's going to look good, it's going to look absolutely good."
Blake's unfocused eyes and revealing emotions made Nejire blush up to her ears. Unlike her heart beating like a motor, he was filled with pleasant warmth.
"Is that what you think?" She asked in a low voice as she looked under Blake's eyes with a timid gaze like a gazelle. Her fingers clenched the box she was holding.
"Yes. You'll look beautiful and hot in them." Blake's thoughts deepened. Nejire's shame-sleaze face, white and soft skin like milk, black garter, he wanted to see as much as he thought.
"Then..." Nejire gently buried her head in a cardboard box. The words came out of his mouth one by one. ''On our first… would you like me to… wear it?"
''...'' Blake froze again as a warm silence filled the room. Silence carried neither a warmth nor a scorching warmth, a silence that carried an invisible lust.
"I want to."
''...'' Nejire didn't answer. An invisible lump had lodged in her throat, and it was something she couldn't throw if she wanted to. That's why she just shook her head.
"I'll arrange the boxes when I arrive. Now I need some air." Blake decided to get some air so he didn't throw himself at her. He stood up and came out without looking back. He left behind a Nejire, whose redness had reached his neck and stood still in shame.
**
"The garter is the most dangerous weapon that mankind has ever created..." Blake took a deep breath to soothe the lust flames in his heart.
If he hadn't left the house, something very hot would have happened in the house and he wanted it, but...
"Not yet. I shouldn't do anything I might regret later." Blake and Nejire were used to kissing and stuff, but they didn't go one step further for three years. This was because Nejire wanted them to share their first on her 18th birthday.
But that's not why Blake left home. There was a completely different reason...
"When the time comes..." Blake shook his head and gave his thoughts away. For now, they had to be separated for a while to dispel Nejire's shame and lust in his heart. In the meantime, he needed something to do.
"I must visit Rumi. I haven't been near her in a while." When Blake thought of the war-mad bunny woman, a warm smile appeared on his face. He hadn't seen Rumi since the event started.
He accelerated and wandered through the alleyways to the wooded area where Rumi resided.
The woodland was inside Rumi's patrol area and was also there in the house where Rumi lived.
The patrol zone was the "protection zones" where a hero had to visit regularly, and each hero had a patrol zone. Rumi didn't want to waste her time on such empty things, but she accepted it because of her duties as a hero.
The graceful white lightning danced in his eyes, his body rippled slightly and he disappeared.
**
bam!
Bam!
BAMM!!
The walls of the only house in the wooded area trembled violently. The house and its surroundings were shaken by a collision, and a sandbag-shaped dent appeared on the north wall of the house.
"Huuu... Hu...'' Inside the house, a woman with chocolate-colored skin tone, muscular limbs, and body structure, and surprisingly a fluffy rabbit tail with a pair of rabbit ears, was taking deep breaths.
Her huge mountains were quite distinct, though subdued in a tight training suit, and every limb was well-trained, as were her distinctive six-packs. She wasn't overly beautiful or cute like other women, but she had a beautiful, wild, unyielding, and charismatic face that attracted everyone.
Especially her eyes that glow with wild glow and ears that tremble due to boredom.
This was none other than Rumi Usagiyama, who was ranked 6th in the Japan hero rankings.
In addition to having a distressing expression, Rumi was in a bad mood and training to dispel that bad mood.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Rumi repeatedly hit the punching bag in front of him to quell the annoying sensation in his chest
"Could something have happened? He hasn't been here in a week." Rumi carelessly punched the second punching bag and her fist went into the punching bag.
"Did he go to underground battles again?" The sound of meat hitting the punching bag at home continued to reverberate. Every kick, every punch, took turns scrapping the sandbags, but Rumi didn't care.
Her fists quickened with every second she was in deep thought. After a while, the silhouettes of her arms and legs remained. She hugged one of her two favorite things to get rid of her fluctuating emotions;
Fight.
Each punch produced a small shockwave. With the sound of her fist hitting sandbags hanging side by side, the area where she punched the sandbags collapsed, torn, or shattered, and the sandbags became useless. [En: Like Aqua]
PAT! BAMMM!!
She put her hands on the ground, turned her body, and kicked the punching bag with the little momentum she gained. With the sound of kicks echoing throughout the house, the punching bag was split in two and sent to the wall of the house.
"What made you so angry, Rumi?" In the room filled with the bare sound of the meat hitting the punching bag, a voice extremely familiar to Rumi was heard.
Rumi's ears trembled when she heard the voice of the person she had become quite familiar with and developed feelings with over the past three years, and returned to where the sound came from.
She turned her head and saw that Blake was looking at her with interest.
On one jump, she came in front of Blake and started sniffing Blake, ignoring the "what are you doing?" look directed at her.
"Sniff... Sniff... You went to underground wars as I thought." He pulled Blake to herself and sniffed. She could smell the fight coming from Blake in every breath she took.
"Yes?" Blake tilted his head to the side. Thanks to Rumi's strange feelings taking the fights, he couldn't and didn't want to hide from her that he was going to wars in any way. But why was she so resentful?
"Without inviting me!" Rumi grabbed Blake's collar and brought his face close enough to touch their noses. That's what she cared about.
She knew Blake wouldn't be beaten or injured in any way in underground battles. There was no way that someone she saw potential and trained herself could lose to those half-trained bad guys. It was in vain for her to worry about Blake.
It was a criminal offense that he didn't invite her, even though he knew how much she loved wars, battles, and fighting, especially the battles with Blake.
"Oh... haha."' Finding out the reason, Blake curled up into a pleasant smile. He brought their lips together slightly, which were almost touching, and stared longingly into the chocolate-skinned bunny woman's eyes.
"I get it. I'm the one who's wrong here. So how do you want me to apologize?'' He brought his lips a little closer. The pair were less than an inch away from touching their lips. So close he could smell the pleasant smell of the woman's breath and the aspirations of her sweat.
"Pay..." His heart began to accelerate when he felt Blake's heavy breathing. She turned her eyes to their almost touching lips.
"Hm? What do you want?'' Blake asked as if he could not see the focus of her eyes.
Rumi's insides tickled with Blake's every breath. While the flames of desire burned in her heart to savor the saliva she had been drinking for a while, her rabbit ears curled up on the head of the youth who had captured her heart and began to stroke her hair, and her tail was trembling much faster than it normally would.
"How about kissing me?" She gave Blake a provocative look and got a little closer. The two's lips were slightly touching each other.
Blake looked Rumi in the eye. Rumi, who was hesitant at first, decided to show her seriousness.
"Chu*" Blake held the girl's head with both hands and kissed her forehead instead of her lips.
"Get on the couch. I'll get you towels and water." After he told her with a warm smile, he headed for the closet and took a glass of water.
Rumi rubbed her forehead, which carried the warmth of the kiss, as she looked at Blake's back. As a pleasant smile floated over her face, she headed to the sofa with his excited feelings.
Blake came in with a towel and a water bottle. After handing Rumi the water bottle, he began rubbing her sweat-sobbing hair with a towel.
Her tail was trembling excessively as Rumi took a few sips from the bottle.
"You know... I have no problem being a mistress." Rumi hesitated for a few seconds before finishing the sentence. She'd rather be his wife than a mistress, but if it made things easier, she had no problem being a mistress, a concubine, or whatever it was called.
As long as she could be with Blake, she didn't care about the rest.
"It's not going to happen. I'll talk to Nejire as soon as I can. It's just...'' Blake's hands stopped. As a painful look appeared on his face, vague emotions engulfed his heart.
"Nejire is not like other girls. Except she's very attached to me, she's very naïve. She's going to be hurt so much if I bring this up right now, but if I do in the future, she's going to get hurt more. Just... I don't know what to do."'
After Blake dried her hair, he sat next to Rumi and hugged her.
"Give me more time. I will share this request with her as soon as possible."
Rumi looked at Blake's face, full of mixed emotions. A gentle smile appeared on her face and she grabbed Blake's cheeks with both hands, then quickly kissed him on the lips.
"You can say it anytime you want. You don't have to push yourself." Like she said before, she didn't care about the rest as long as she could with Blake.
It was the first time in her life that she had ever been so attached to someone other than fighting, apart from loving someone so much. For the first time in her life, she was thinking about anything other than war, fighting, heroism, or training, and she didn't want to lose it. Even if she was going to be sad in the end, she wanted to go all the way so she wouldn't have any regrets on her deathbed.
"Thank you." After rubbing the woman's hair and both ears the way she likes it, something that happened recently came to mind. "Look at this..."
He grabbed Rumi's hand on his cheeks and took it to his belly.
Rumi looked at the man he loved with strange eyes. When she was going to ask him why he was doing this, she froze, her hands involuntarily rubbing Blake's muscles. As enthusiasm appeared in her testimony, she scanned Blake's body with her hands.
"No way..." She checked the places where her fingers touched him over and over again. Her smile grew with each check. The laughter leaked out of her mouth.
"HAHA... You're back to 0, in your strongest form." Those were the best words to describe Blake's condition. As the limits of his body's development potential were exceeded, he returned to zero with all his strange.
"We're starting training. Right! Now!'' She grabbed Blake's hand and started dragging him to the practice area.
Blake didn't resist Rumi. He followed her from behind as he looked at the exuberant smile on his face.
Meanwhile, the character does not regret cheating on Nejire. Those who have read the previous series know that the main character wants a harem and has a hard time explaining it to Nejire. So don't get it wrong and don't worry, this won't last long. He will reveal it soon.
And the next part will be about the development of the relationship between the main character and Rumi. Rumi and Blake's relationship is one of my favorite relationship developments after Nejire and another upcoming character. That's why I want to devote a chapter to it.
Don't forget to give power stones if you liked it, also don't forget to "review" the series. And if you liked it, add to library
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