Chapitre 36: Chapter 36: The End of the Festival, Lilith's Worry and Resolution
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Blake knew the harem relationship was going to cause him a lot of trouble, and he was ready for it. He was ready for fights, jealousies, disagreements, etc. among his women.
But there was a big problem with the women who had assimilated and grown up in the hero society, which gave Blake a headache.
That was that, as heroes, they disregarded their lives for people and threw themselves to their deaths without hesitation.
They threw themselves to their deaths with a smile on their face or an unshakeable belief in their hearts, regardless of who they left behind and how they would feel with their deaths.
Blake didn't have anything to say about that. He wasn't one to say what a true hero could be, but he respected the fact that All Might and others like him took their lives and died in the name of humanity.
But this only applied to others. If it was about Rumi, Nejire, and the other women who were going to come into their life, things were completely changing.
As he said before, Blake wouldn't sacrifice his girls for the sake of a few smiles and the lives of strangers.
Although Blake had such a mindset, he did not know how to change the mindset of his girls, especially Rumi.
Nejire and Rumi grew up in a world where heroes who sacrificed their own lives for others were respected. They had admired someone like All Might all their lives, the importance of life and human life- terms like heroism - were taught to them.
It was very difficult to change the way people who grew up in such a society thought about heroism.
Especially Rumi.
Unlike Nejire, Rumi was a fully-established woman with a complete mindset. Her sanity or mindset was not so easily shaken and changed
Maybe Blake could change her mindset if he insisted, but that's something Blake didn't want.
According to Rumi's wishes, he knew her intention to do so without any regrets. She'd say what she wanted, do what she wanted to do.
If Blake asked her to give up heroism or make her actions for humanity more selfish, she would probably do what he wanted. But he would surely have regrets left behind. He knew she would blame herself for any death or think what might have happened had she done better. This would have damaged their relationship, making things awkward between the two.
In Nejire's case, he would have to manipulate her pure thoughts and become more selfish as a result. But regret and sadness would be more pronounced than Rumi's.
With all this, Blake didn't know how to change the way girls think. He even thought about manipulating their thoughts and instilling selfishness in them at the expense of having regrets.
Blake loved his girls and couldn't hurt them. But if it was their lives, he was willing to manipulate and brainwash them.
He had been thinking about his predicament for a while, and he had never thought that these people, who were looking at him with anger, would bring the solution on a silver platter.
He felt a great burden lifted from his heart, his feelings refreshed.
As he dived into thoughts, Uraraka went on the attack.
"I'll WIN!!!!" She put her fingers together. Her loud voice drowned out the crowd. Each word conveyed her tenacity and how much she wanted to win.
Fvip! Fvip! Fvip! Fvip!
Voices came from the sky. All eyes turned to the sky.
Dozens, maybe hundreds of stones, large and small, were floating in the sky. By order of Uraraka, the stones began to fall like small meteorites.
People were surprised by Uraraka's plan. They didn't think this girl, who was desperately attacking, had such a plan.
Uraraka began to run towards Bakugo. With so much debris in danger, Bakugo had to make a statement.
That one opening was enough for her to win. As long as she could touch Bakugo, he was going to win. A single openi-
Pıt! Pıt-Pıt-Pıt- BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!
Bakugo raised his hand. Small explosions appeared on his skin and went all the way to his palm, creating a chain explosion effect. A deafening sound was heard before the explosion from the palm turned towards the sky, covering the entire sky with a black cloud.
The explosion caused a huge shockwave. The shock wave sent Uraraka flying.
The remnants of the stones destroyed by the explosion were hitting Uraraka's body, but Uraraka ignored them. She was looking at Bakugo with widened eyes. She hadn't even been able to discourage him, let alone hurt him.
She grit her teeth. Her fingers gripping the ground were clenched. She began to run forward, forcibly lifting her trembling body and wanting to give up. She couldn't stop here.
"It's beautiful! Let's get serious, URARAKA!!'' Bakugo shouted before running with a wild smile towards Uraraka, who still hasn't given up.
Uraraka was looking into Bakugo's eyes, which were thrown at her like a wild tiger. Her body wanted to stop, but she knew that if Deku were in this situation, he wouldn't have stopped, so she wouldn't have stopped.
"Ah?" But her body wasn't moving the way she wanted to. Her foot hit her leg, causing her to fall.
Uraraka's body was shaking uncontrollably when she fell to the ground. Her legs were twitching. She tried to lift herself by gathering the remaining power in her body on her fingers, but she failed.
"Still..." If she couldn't handle herself, then she'd crawl towards Bakugo. If she couldn't punch, then she'd bite him. She went with that motto.
But there was more than one Bakugo in her unfocused view. Which one should she attack? While beating one was hard for her, now a few had appeared.
"Ah..." Between her thoughts, she felt a touch on the back of her neck. The light in her unfocused vision began to fade. Before her vision completely darkened and fainted, she felt a warm, peaceful and safe warmth, similar to her father's hug.
"Dad..."
...
"Since Uraraka can no longer move, Bakugo is considered a winner and moves on to the next round." Blake took Uraraka to carry a princess. After announcing the winner, he jumped off the stage to take the girl to Recovery-Girl.
Normally, when one side won the round, screams would be heard, people would shout with joy and excitement when someone went to the other round. However, no one opened their mouths. Everyone was staring in surprise at Blake, who had left, or rather at the unconscious girl in his arms.
"Those who speak, after today..." Aizawa's advice has begun. After explaining Bakugo's and Uraraka's situation, he explained how, as a referee, Blake could not move unless someone gave up or, as he said, there were no injuries.
People, especially heroes and civilians who insulted Blake, shrank in Aizawa's words. Aizawa's words were like arrows that pierced their hearts and fueled feelings of shame.
Nejire looked at people shrinking with shame, and a well-known smile appeared on her face.
Bee…" She sticks out her tongue and touched her finger lightly under her eye. She started sticking her tongue out at people blushing with embarrassment.
When Blake returned, the fighting arena was refreshed before matches resumed. Since there was no one else to do this job, Cementoss renewed the field by holding his stomach and trying not to vomit.
Izuku Midoriya and Shoto, both sides, entered the revamped field.
Their fight has begun. The two's fight was as devastating as Uraraka and Bakugo's. Explosions and ice crystals were flying around, and the shock wave carried the cold air around, giving viewers a chill.
The explosions brought with it mild cries. Small cries of pain erupted from Midoriya's mouth, whose fingers were constantly broken.
"This is getting serious. Blake, you have to stop it now, or Midoriya will suffer greatly."
Blake didn't answer Midnight and continued to stare at the battle with a fixed expression. Midoriya's fingers had turned from black-red to purple, and everyone who saw it knew that if he didn't receive treatment, he would never be able to use his fingers again.
According to Blake, Midoriya could still fight. As a teenager obsessed with being like All Might and having done it all his life, he didn't think he'd give up so easily. On top of that, with their meeting with Shoto, his heroic instincts were triggered and he should have been trying to help Shoto.
How did he know you were seeing Shoto? Rumi saw them talking during the little break and passed it on to him.
"You're going to be a 1st using half your power? Do not talk nonsense! Everyone here is trying their best to be #1."
PAM!
Midoriya's fist, wrapped in red veins, hit Todoroki in the stomach and sent him back.
The world slowed down for Shoto. Memories of his childhood days rushed into his mind in waves. It occurred to him how his father separated him from his sibling just because he was different.
His body was flying through the air, his body was shaking from the cold that consumed him from the inside. The pain in the area Midoriya hit, had struck was being transmitted to his brain regularly to awaken his distracted mind. But none of them mattered to him.
The memory of his mother talking to her mother and burning his face filled his mind. The horror and fear in his mother's eyes as she looked at him, the day when half his face burned, various memories were constantly flashing before his mind, confusing her thoughts.
"I will reject... my father's power." His trembling arms were trying to lift his body. He could hear the crackling sound of ice coming from his joints and bones. He spoke in his hoarse, muffled voice.
"İts your power... isn't it?''
"Hah..." Todoroki's vision has changed again. The words of All Might, which he watched with his mother as a child and which have been etched in his mind ever since, "Quirk is not about family ties, but about the development of one's blood and body" came to mind.
"My grandson..." Pleasant, heartwarming, and caring words of maternal affection were all he could hear. He thought of the woman who introduced herself as her grandmother.
She did not look at himself in fear and did not see him as a toy or an object. A pair of sky blue eyes that saw him through her own life and blood was in stark contrast to the pair of sky blue eyes he feared and hated.
"Her Quirk looks like this too." Now that he thought about it, wasn't his grandmother's Quirk supposed to have something to do with fire, too?
When he thought about it, this cursed talent didn't seem so bad after all. Using that power to honor his grandmother... wasn't a bad idea.
All his confused thoughts were erased in an instant. He wanted to use the fire inside him to not lose that warmth that he didn't want to lose, that he only felt for a moment, but that he already wanted more
"You can be a hero too." His mother's words came to mind. yes, he wanted to be a hero like All Might when he was a kid.
However, this desire faded with his father's education. In order not to fulfill his desires, he gave up this desire and buried it deep in his icy heart.
"I want to be a hero too." he wanted to be for his mother, and she wanted to be for his grandmother. He wanted to be for himself.
Shoto Todoroki wanted to be a hero.
"Don't let your blood limit you. It's okay to be...
who you want to be.''
SVOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Lush flames rose from his body and into the sky. The color of the medium has turned light-red, orange.
The heat started to rise, skipping degrees. The column of flames that emerged from Shoto's body and rose into the sky covered half the arena. The temperature of the flames was high enough for spectators watching from the stands to feel.
The hairs on the faces of the viewers were burned, their faces slammed with pain due to the heat. All the spectators tilted their heads back, except for two.
A crooked smile appeared on Enji's face. He was holding his will to maintain his current position and not shout his son's name. His son had finally accepted his power, using his power to surpass him and become the most powerful hero.
"That's my grandson." Teka had a proud expression on her face. Her lips were curled up, her arms clasped under her breasts and one leg over the other, unlike people who stood up to escape the heat, her posture indicating that she would not move.
The warmth she could feel on her face wasn't even one percent of her lava and flames, but the heat she could feel was a great achievement for a young man like her grandson. She was proud of her grandson.
"How stupid would you be to help your enemy? Don't blame me for what's going to happen."' Half of Todoroki's face was engulfed in flames. The lush flames continued to rise from his body into the sky.
He took a step forward, and bone-freezing ice began to rise from the ground with his step. The ice was as cold as the flames that shot out of his body and warmed the space, not losing to the flames from any direction.
Ice crystals, incendiary flames, and Todoroki in the middle of the two were a sight worth seeing.
Cvhaaaaaaaaa!!
A mixture of breaks and crying could be heard from Midoriya's body. With the ear-scratching sound, the left leg of his pants was torn.
''Blake!''
"I get it, I get it. I'm going."' Blake monotonously answered the anxious Midnight's shout before jumping onto the stage.
Bzzt!! Bzztt!!
His phone was ringing, but he didn't need to pick it up. He knew who was calling.
"There's a pretty soft part underneath your rigid personality," Blake wanted to look at worried Teka's face. But this wasn't the time.
Things went completely different than he expected and thought. He didn't expect things to get so serious and grow.
His steps turned into quick steps, his quick steps into running. The events that unfolded in an instant were like a slow-motion movie to him. He could easily see Midoriya's twisted and decisive expression, Shoto's slow-moving lips, and rising hand.
Suffocating steam hit him in the face. When his body was completely covered with steam, he increased his speed and appeared between the two.
''Ah!''
''Ah!!''
Midoriya and Shoto's statements have changed. They didn't think anyone could be among the attacks where great devastation was certain.
Before they could react, their views began to turn.
Blake grabbed Midoriya's arm and, after putting it under his armpit, took to his free hand Todoroki, who was covered in a layer of flame that could melt the metal and turned orange and put it under his arm.
Pam! Pam!
Two small explosions echoed on stage. The small shockwaves erupted from the pair's hands, which were pinned to the bottom of Blake's arm. [EN: I don't think Midoriya can punch the air like All Might so early.]
Blake, knock out Midoriya. Before the adrenaline in his body is gone...''
"I know." Blake moved fast. He put his finger behind the young man's neck and pressed it. Midoriya fainted without reacting.
Midnight came to them. After confirming that Midoriya had fainted, he declared Todoroki the winner. Midoriya was too battered to continue the next round. Even if Recovery Girl's treatment was done, his arms wouldn't heal in an instant.
After the Todoroki win, Blake led Midoriya to the infirmary. Midnight offered to take him herself, but Blake moved the boy to the infirmary, saying it wasn't necessary.
...
Blake raised his arms and stretched as he made his way to the tournament field. When he thought about what he'd just done, a smile appeared on his face that would cause the girls to blush to the ears. [EN: No homo.]
He solved another problem that had been on his mind for a long time.
"It's weird." Stopped. He looked around carefully. Today was going better than it could have been. First, he met a character he loved, then he solved the problems that had been on his mind for a long time.
Nothing was going to happen to him soon, was it?
Blake shook his head. He decided not to think about such paranoid things. He brushed aside his careful attitude.
"Use your flames, you hanbun-bastard" Blake entered the field. It was a scream that drowned out the noise of the audience who greeted him.
He turned his eyes to the duo fighting in the arena. Bakugo's eyes were bursting with flames as he looked at Shoto. Red veins lined the periphery of his iris. His mouth was tightly closed, and if he tried any harder, his teeth could have been torn apart.
"I'm telling you!!! When the other side did not react, he roared furiously, his eyes squinted. Flames were coming out of every hole in his head.
Shoto continued to look at Bakugo while maintaining his constant, callous expression. The emotions conveyed by his gaze were complex.
He didn't say any words. Bone-freezing airwaves began to emerge from his body, and ice began to appear in the parts of his feet that he stepped on.
"DAMN IT!!!" Bakugo roared. His throat, irritated by shouting, sounded a little treble, and it made him look funny in the current situation. But right now, he's too angry to care.
Shoto continued to do what he did. He continued to use his ice Quirk while standing where he was.
"Grrrrr..." Bakugo grits his teeth. The squeaking sound was echoing from his teeth, and if he kept squeezing a little more, he would break his teeth. His testimony represented pure anger.
Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang
He fixed his palms behind his back. He blew up a series of explosions from his hands.
He soared into the sky, raised his right hand, and used his Quirk.
His body turned slightly in the air, repeating the same move, turning his body. He was rotating his body in a spiral, surrounded by a smoky cloud.
Ice appeared on the right side of Shoto's body, and lush flames began to burn on his left side.
"That's it! That's it!'' Bakugo threw himself forward with a satisfied smile.
''Howitzer İmpact!''
His turn is over, his momentum is at its peak. After sending all the power into his palm, he aligned his hand with Shoto.
Shoto raised his hand to cover the attack but lowered it the next second. The lush flames disappeared as if they never existed.
When he thinks about it now, neither Bakugo nor that man was worth using their flames.
The two were like two halves of an apple. Their purpose of strength and self-proof had painted their eyes, that's all they could think of, and they were like rabid dogs ready to bite anything that would stop it.
They were callous to anything but power and were willing to do anything if they were to attain power. By using his fire against such people, he did not want to pollute the flames that had acquired a new meaning.
When Bakugo's hand touched the aligned ice in front of Shoto, a huge explosion occurred.
The ice that covered the arena began to disintegrate with the big bang. A huge shock wave and the wind it brought were constantly caressing the faces of the audience.
Present Mic began to tell what had happened with his loud voice. As the dust cloud left behind by the blast slowly dissipated, his voice grew louder and louder.
Tensions had reached their peak. People stood up and stood on the edge of the stands in the hope of seeing who the winner was. Each wanted the dust cloud to dissipate as soon as possible and see the winner of the tournament.
"Ha?" A bewildered voice was heard. The cloud of dust eventually dissipated, and Bakugo's testimony appeared, trying to make sense of his plight.
"You put out your flames." His eyes sharpened and the checkers appeared in his eyes.
He forcibly lifted himself off the ground and ran towards Shoto. When he got to him, he grabbed his collar and pulled the unconscious Shoto.
"Don't be silly! Didn't I say there's no point in winning like this? The damn-'' His hand was opened to indicate that he was going to use his Quirk. If someone didn't stop him, his anger could cause unwanted things to happen.
Pat!
He continued to shout in a treble, irritated voice until he felt a grip on his shoulder. With the edge of his blazing eyes, he looked at the person behind him, his eyes glowing with a red light.
"Let him go." A pair of eyes, as bright as his, but unlike his, as cold as Todoroki's ice, met Bakugo's gaze.
"Let me go, you bastard. I have something to talk to this hanbun-bastard." He tried to shake his shoulder and throw it over his shoulder, but he failed. The squeeze of the hand he felt on his shoulder became stronger.
"I said, Let him go! " Cold words made him shudder. His spine trembled uncontrollably, and he was surrounded by a fear he'd never experienced before.
"I said I have-'' But that was Bakugo. Even in the worst case, he was the one who kept cursing in his opponent's face. He went back to Blake and yelled, but halfway through his words, he lost control of his body.
Svosh!! BAMM!!
Bakugo was sent to the other side of the arena like a kite with a severed rope and hit the wall. The saliva was flying uncontrollably through his mouth, leaving the remaining air in his lungs. His vision went dark and he passed out after a few seconds.
Blake began checking to see if Shoto had any injuries, regardless of the child he threw, Midnight, Momo, and others who gave him unbelievable looks.
"Fuhh...". Normally, he'd walk past it or not, but after his promise to Teka, he had to take care of the kid. Luckily he had nothing, after exhaling a sigh of relief he embraced the boy and took him to the infirmary.
...
[EN: Although the sports festival is of particular importance, it is not of such great importance. That's why it was so fast, it's going to slow down a little bit from here.]
"Thank you for protecting my grandson, Blake." Teka turned to Blake and thanked him as he rested his hands at the bar table.
"I didn't do that much. Especially in the last part...'' He shook his head with a bitter smile.
"There was nothing you could have done to him. We both know that." Teka smiled politely. He put his hand on Blake's head and rubbed his hair lightly.
This gesture might have been humiliating if it had been done by another woman, but considering Teka's real age and Blake's respect for Teka, it was nothing more than a kind expression of emotion.
"If there's no problem for you, there's nothing wrong with me." Blake kept sipping his drink.
The sports festival ended with Bakugo winning first place. Blake wanted to enjoy the festival with his girls at the end of the event, but his actions must have attracted the hatred of people, so that whispering behind his back, staring at him, etc. throughout the festival. Things had left the festival with the girls because he had lost the enjoyment of the festival.
The trio had gone to Blake's house, but the girls had sent him away on the grounds of having a few conversations with each other.
Left alone, Blake had called Teka and asked if she wanted a drink. They decided to meet in Abu&Wei.
That was the summary of the current situation of the duo.
The two continued to have their daily conversation. They talked about how their day went, their thoughts, and today's event, and if someone who didn't know the two came here, they'd think they were a married couple.
Thing!
Between the two's conversations, a ringing sound was heard hanging at the door, informing the people inside that someone had entered. The two continued to talk, ignoring the ringtone.
"Oh, are you here too?" Blake and Teka turned to the sound. The person calling them was someone they both knew.
"What are you doing here, Lilith?" Blake rolled his eyes to the side in dissatisfaction, frowning.
After their last meeting, he decided to distance himself from Lilith. Especially since she kept her stupid expression and didn't say anything to him.
"Don't be like this, Blake, I'm sorry about the last time." Lilith reached out to Blake in a couple of bounces and threw herself at him, trying to hug Blake.
Pat!
However, her jump was blocked by Blake. He blocked Lilith's face with his hand and pushed her away.
"Don't jump me, we're not that close and I don't intend to be."
"Come on, I'm just trying to make things right between us. And the best way to do that is to hug." She grabbed Blake's arm with her four limbs. No matter how hard Blake tried to shake her off, she insisted on leaving
"When did you turn into something like this? I liked your old mysterious, hypocritical self more." An ugly expression appeared on his face. The girl clung to herself like a leech, and no matter how much force he used against her, he couldn't get her out of his arm.
"If you're willing to settle things between us, I can go back to that me.'' She took her head out of Blake's hand. The masked smile when they first met was settled on her face.
"Now that I think about it, keep it that way. You're so scary like that."
"Heh..." Blake heard Teka giggling as he tried to throw Lilith out of himself.
"Do you think that's funny?" Blake glanced at Teka out of sight. His expression was challenging Teka.
"Yes, quite." Teka accepted the challenge. She rested her chin on her arm and gave him an assertive look. A pleasant smile bloomed on her face, showing that she was amused by Blake's condition.
"Then take it." He turned around and threw the girl, who was clinging to his arm, at Teka.
"Lilith, Teka wants to catch up with you. Go hug her."
"Oh, is that so?" Lilith looked at Teka and jumped. "Let's hug, Teka-chan."
"I won't take it." Teka flicked her finger. A little piece of lava came out of her finger and fell into the chair on the other side of Blake. Her body disappeared where she was and reappeared in the chair the next second.
"Che... None of you are hugging me, I'm not going to talk to you." Lilith settled herself in Teka's chair, puffed out her cheeks, and after looking at the two of them reproachfully turned her head.
''Oh, is that so? Thank you." After thanking Lilith with a grateful expression, he turned his back to her and started talking to Teka.
Teka and Blake kept talking like Lilith wasn't there. Lilith was patient at first, but as time went on, she began to stare at the pair. She saw that they didn't care about her, her cheeks puffed and she turned his head.
''Aren't you going to ask why... I came here?'' She put her arms together in front of her chest and aimed to get their attention like a child.
"No, please stay the same." Blake waved his hand at her at random, then continued to talk.
"Mooo~ I'll tell you even if you don't want to." With a bright smile, she raised her finger and began to explain.
"I came here because I want to apologize to you. Also...'' The lead was not of interest to the pair, but the second half prompted Blake to immediately turn to the girl.
"I'm also here to cure her illness."
Blake turned to the woman. His eyes sharpened like a predator staring at his prey.
"Teka-san, if you're okay with it, I want to listen to this person." Blake got serious. The solution to Nejire's problem was something he could listen to even if it came from an enemy.
"I'm fine with it." This is the first time Teka has seen Blake get this serious. The relative of the person mentioned thought she was perhaps a family member, and that made her like Blake more.
"Start talking. I don't want unnecessary words." Blake turned himself to the girl and stared into her eyes.he grabbed his collar and pulled Shoto unconscious.
"Gohom*" The girl cleared her throat with a fake cough and started talking.
"First of all, I apologize for what happened last time. I didn't expect this to happen, and I didn't get a chance to react because I was too surprised to tell you anything that happened. That's why I want you to forgive me.''
"If you can heal her, I can end the conflict between us." Blake shook his head.
Blake's negative attitude towards Lilith came from her actions at the time of the fire.
He also knew that Lilith had nothing to do with the fire and that she didn't call him on purpose at the time. After all, Lilith, even though this universe has a representative spirit, she had no way of knowing what might happen in the future unless there was a pre-written future.
If Blake hadn't come to the world of MHA, maybe she'd know the future. But that's because the whole story of the future was written by her. She had in mind what was going to happen, but with a variable like her, the future became more uncertain, and Lilith lost that advantage.
Even so, He knew from her reaction as Nejire approached death that Lilith knew about all the major characters. Just when Nejire called him, her bewildered expression showed that she thought Nejire would not be in such a situation and that unexpected events took even her by surprise.
This is where Blake's attitude towards Lilith came from. If she had said something to him instead of being surprised and silent, he could have prevented permanent damage to Nejire.
Because of that second or two, Nejire had to fight the disease for the rest of her life.
Nejire's illness occurred a few days after they left the hospital. If Nejire overuses her Quirk, damage to her weak body occurs, and small but effective diseases that occur after the attack, such as asthma, shortness of breath and excessive coughing, weakness, appear.
The doctor said that these diseases would follow Nejire for the rest of her life, and there was no way to fix it.
This was the reason why Nejire was covered in a cold sweat, short of breath, and weak during the tournament. With Nejire's years of training, this shouldn't be a problem as long as he wasn't overusing her Quirk.
Even if she did, she shouldn't have faced problems like asthma, shortness of breath, etc., the only problem would be an extreme weakness.
Blake has been abusive towards Lilith ever since. With his speed, he could change a lot of things in five or six seconds, but because of her stunned, the woman he loved would have struggled with the disease for the rest of her life.
"Okay, I'm on it." Lilith snapped her finger without taking any precaution as if she didn't mind Teka watching her.
Snap!
"It's supposed to be fixed by this." Lily turned around to see Blake's bewildered, happy and grateful expression. Her chest was raised triumphantly, and her hands were resting on both sides of her waist.
However, it was Teka who greeted her, who looked at her with disdain and ridicule
Teka pointed her side with her finger. Lilith followed her finger and saw that Blake was already in the middle of going out. He put his phone in his ear, waiting for the call to open.
"Mhmmmmm..." Lilith puffed up her cheeks like never before. She started kicking the air.
Her cute, resentful demeanor changed with a thoughtful expression. Her wobbly feet became rhythmic to accompany her thoughts.
She's starting to think about whether that's enough to be forgiven by Blake.
She hadn't done Blake any favors that could have prompted her to be forgiven. All she did was end the problem of which she was a small part. She sort of fixed her mistake.
Blake said he'd forgive her, but there was a chance he wouldn't, and she didn't want it.
She had her reasons for not wanting it. And she didn't want those reasons to happen to her again.
'If I give him something he wants...'' She looked at Teka, who was sipping her drink. She knew one of Blake's wishes because she was watching him. If his mindset was like that of the Harem King, he would be very pleased with what she did and forgive herself.[EN: He's talking about the harem request, not Teka.]
'No, that's not going to happen.' She shook her head as the thoughts came to mind. Unlike the Harem King, Blake was more rigid, caring for each of his women, and overly concerned with his relationship with them. If she put her plan into action, he might not be so happy
'But... if I use it...'' Lilith thought of something she'd bought a long time ago. If she used it, even someone like Blake couldn't resist it and had to submit to her fate.
The result would still be the same, and it would take the lead in satisfying one of Blake's desires. In the future, when they didn't remember the incident at all, she could say that she did it and make amends.
Lilith thought the idea was brilliant, but she didn't realize that what she was doing would cause her big problems when she was found out by Blake in the future.
Lilith's starting to activate her plan.
She didn't need to do anything, even though she was starting to act. It was enough for her to just stand there and maintain her sullen demeanor.
After a few seconds, her eyes lit up. She was done, so she just had to back off and watch what was going to happen. She would show up when the time came and say she did it, that she didn't need to thank her.
Blake arrived after a few minutes. He had a nice smile on his face and his hands holding the phone were slightly squeezed. Anyone who saw him could tell he had received good news.
He came between two women and sat down.
"Thank you, Lilith. There's nothing left between us."' He took his drink and held it up to Lilith. Nejire was healed as Lilith had promised, with no disease or damage left behind.
"Eh?" Lilith shook her head in amazement. She hadn't thought that Blake would forgive her... so easily. Was what she had just done for nothing? Should she take it back?
'No, that's not necessary. It doesn't have to be a bad thing.' After some thought, she decided not to do anything.
If she was pardoned this time, she'd use it as a trump card for a future problem with Blake. After all, she didn't want to have another "Martin Crisis".
Blake began to sip his drink.
"Hm, why are you looking at me so carefully?" While Blake was drinking his drink, he turned to Lilith and asked. Lilith's been staring at him from the moment he sat down.
"I-I'm looking at if you've forgiven me." As soon as Lilith realized her mistake, she turned around. She was so focused, she almost showed up.
Blake shrugged his shoulders and didn't focus more on her. He forgave her, but that didn't mean he intended to talk to her. Instead, he decided to talk to the woman next to him.
As the pair continued to drink and talk, Lilith quietly left after looking at them for the last time, or rather what they were drinking. The two were so immersed in their conversation that they didn't even notice she was gone.
Time passed and their drinks went down. They asked Teka's uncle for the second one and continued drinking.
As time went on, their faces blushed as if they were drunk. But the pair didn't notice, all they saw was the other one's face was red.
Blake decided to stop here. Teka's face was as red as her hair, the redness was now so unhealthy.
He knew that she was drunk and decided to stop here so that something wrong would happen and not hurt his relationship with Teka.
"Uncle, we're leaving." After he called the bartender, he got up from where he was. When he stood up, his body had closed Teka's view, so neither of them noticed that there was a distinct handprint left in the area where Blake was holding the bar table and that he had been forcibly removed from the board.
"Do you want my help, Teka-san? You seem a little drunk." He called out to the woman who had been staring down at the ground for some time.
"N-No, you don't have to. Thank you."' Teka thanked Blake without looking at him. She continued to swallow the blood from the bite of her lip.
"Then let me escort you to your destination." Blake didn't want to leave her alone. Even though he knew what a strong woman Teka was, physically or mentally, he didn't want to leave her alone when she was this drunk.
"Ok." After taking a deep breath, she looked at Blake and confirmed it with her usual steady, tough, and charming voice. Although her face was red and it was clear that she was drunk, her tough and strong personality was as good as ever.
Blake couldn't understand why the woman's voice suddenly sounded so good. His eyes went in turn to her mouth-watering plump lips, to her two huge mountains, to her slender waist that he could wrap with one arm, and to a pair of perfect, soft calves.
'What am I thinking?'' Blake shook his head to throw away the flame that had accumulated in his lower body. He took deep breaths and tried to clear his thoughts.
Blake and Teka went out with an unwitting rash on their faces and started going to the hotel where Teka had been staying in recent days.
Tak! Tak-tak! Tak-Tak! Tak-tak-tak!
As they walked along the road, Teka's steps began to become uneven. Her legs were clamped for a reason and she was moving in small steps.
"Stop, please stop, Teka-san." Blake stepped in front of her to stop her and raised his hand. Ignoring the frowns that turned to him, he pointed to the approaching taxi.
"Look, a taxi is coming. Since you're drunk, why don't we take a taxi?"
Teka shook her head before smiling slightly. Blake kept calling her drunk, but he didn't know about his face. His cheeks were completely red and he was walking robotically to avoid falling, each of his steps was open. Even in such a situation, she said that she was the one who got drunk...
İt's pretty cute.
Blake raised his hand slightly. The taxi stopped in front of them after it slowed down.
Blake opened the door for Teka. After shaking her head in the sense of thank you, she took the back seat. Blake got behind her.
"Where are we going, ma'am, sir?" The driver glanced in the rearview mirror to look at the passengers. But the next second he fixed his gaze before him. One glance at Teka was all it took for something in his lower body to rise. [En: Heh, weak.]
"##### Hotel." She didn't look at the guy when she told him where they were going to go. She turned her head out, pressed the button that opened the window with her finger with too much force.
The window's open. The wind, which could cause the person to shudder slightly and cling to their clothes, slammed into Teka's face. She was constantly breathing to regulate her warming skin and messy thoughts in a different way than usual.
"Fuuu... Oh, my... Fuuu... Haaaa...'' Her breathing went up so Blake could hear. Blake couldn't help but put his hand on her forehead while staring anxiously at her.
"Are you all right, Teka-san? Do you want to stop by a hospital?''
''!!!'' Blake's touch exacerbated the instincts and desire within Teka. As the speed of her heart accelerated with his touch, the bottom of her skin was exacerbated by a pleasant heat. She could feel her underside getting too wet.
"No need, thank you." She couldn't believe that she had reacted like that to Blake's touch. She repeatedly reminded herself that she was a married woman and that she had a husband waiting for her. Deception aside, it was quite wrong for her to even desire another man.
She grabbed Blake's hand and pushed it. After fixing her unevenly dangling hair behind her ear, she put her arm around the armchair and began resting her head on her arm. It would be best for her to think of other things until she reached her goals.
Blake nodded and turned in front of her after the woman's approval.
Neither of them realized that their hands were still not letting go of each other and that they were getting tighter.
Time passed and the vehicle approached its target. The two's breathing began to get heavier. Their hands were conscious now, and even if the two of them knew about it, even if they wanted to quit, they couldn't.
'Let her go, Blake. You can't do things like that to her, she already has someone she loves." Blake forcibly suppressed his instincts, expelling the flames and desire that sought to take over his mind and body, then let go of her hand.
Teka's hand followed Blake's hand unconsciously. But when she realized what she was doing, she stopped halfway there.
Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe that she was approaching the person she had met for a while like this.
Blake got out of the car fast. The wind hitting his face helped him to think straight a little bit. He walked over to Teka, who had already exited the taxi, and they entered the hotel.
He could tell from the lobby's furnishings that the hotel was a luxury place, but he was not in a position to appreciate the details.
His eyes were fixed on Teka. He strained her bouncing breasts with each step, his palms itching to squeeze these two great mountains. He wanted to bite her mouth-watering, lightly lipstick-decorated lips and stick her tongue inside. He wanted to beat the rippling hips with her steps, and he wanted to scatter the hidden oasis hidden inside those hips with his tool.
His desire had taken over his thoughts, but the little piece of logic that remained in him held him back.
Teka and Blake headed for the elevator without telling the receptionist anything and went inside. Teka touched the button with the number 50 representing the top floor.
Thing!
The subtle sound, representing the sign of a beginning, was heard and the door closed.
Teka was giving Blake evasive looks, while Blake was giving him evasive looks. As time went on, the inside of the elevator was covered with a warm atmosphere that aroused desire. The duo's deep breaths were like heat-fueling harnesses, and with each breath exchange, the atmosphere became warmer.
20... 21...22
The numbers were one after the other, and the elevator adventure, which was tortured for the pair, was getting long. It was the first time Teka had seen the elevator that she had been rising so slow.
Babump! Babump! Babump!
She wondered if blake could hear her heartbeat. Her heart, which wanted to break through her chest, sent fire to her limbs with every beat, and this fire caused her skin to heat up even more.
Her impatient, eager, and lustful gaze turned to the number that represented the solid. Fortunately, they were already 45 and there were only five floors left.
Ding
They came to the last floor as each breath grew longer and heavier. Blake followed her to the only door in the hallway.
She pulled out the card that would have opened the door with her hand trembling. After reading the card to the door, she opened the door in one move.
"T-Then I'll see you." She gently pushed the door and turned around after throwing one foot in.
"Y-Yes, it was a good day. Good night." Blake forced himself to smile. He forcibly opened his clenctioned hand and turned around after waving at her.
"H-Hey..." He heard her voice as he was leaving. Her voice had lost its stern tone. In a word, it was fascinating. It had a tone that caresses the ear, and it is possible to feel emotions such as lust, desire, coquetry that arouse their desires.
After taking a deep breath to control himself, he closed his eyes and turned around.
"What was it, Teka-san?"
"Do you want to come in for a drink?" Her words caused him to open his eyes, and what he saw when he opened his eyes forced Blake to cross the border he didn't want to cross.
Teka was leaning against the door, her head slightly tilted back. Her gaze, beckoning to Blake, shone with lust. One of her hands was holding the doorknob, resting on the other leg.
Her exposed skin was covered with sweat drops. Her sweat-stained skin looked ethereal as the light hit her. One of her legs was tilted to the right, while the other was slightly spread.
The hand resting on her leg lifted the hem of her dress slightly, opening the closed part of her legs that Blake wanted to see more of.
Blake, swallow deeply. He shook his head, went to Teka, and went inside.
Teka entered the room with Blake. She leaned her waist against the door and, without looking back, pushed the door shut with both hands.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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