Bab 159: Chapter 155: Simple But She Couldn't See.
I am sorry for the delay. I find it hard to even breathe a moment these days, and by the way, it's a bit difficult to write an episode. I hope you can understand.
Anyway, enjoy.
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"Why are you here?" The glowing moonlight was coming through the window, illuminating this part of the dark prison bars. He was painting a certain area on the floor white. Lying on the iron wall-mounted bed with his exposed, muscular arms tucked behind his head, Blake asked.
"Of course to see you~~?"
''Why?''
"I wanted to see you~~"
''Tell the truth.''
"I want to drink your blood."
On Blake's lap was Toga Himiko. She was wearing an orange prison suit like Blake. Her eyes were curled into two crescents, her straight yellow eyes glowing in the dark room like two little lanterns. She had a smile that was wide enough to reveal her sharp canine teeth. Her cheeks were in the reddest form possible.
As the ''blood'' word came out of her mouth, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva. But this was just the beginning. Her eyes were losing focus. She was constantly wiping the side of her lips so she wouldn't make the mistake of drooling on Blake.
Haa!! Fuuuu!! Haaaa!! Fuuuu!!
Deep breathing sounds echoed out of the room and into the corridor. Their voices were very similar to those of a horny woman, and it was, and just drinking his blood made her go crazy.
She did her best to collect her thoughts, staring at Blake with unfocused eyes. Her sleeve was drooling from wiping the spittle from her mouth, but she didn't care. She aligned her other hand in front of her mouth and started wiping her saliva.
Blake crossed one leg over the other, silently watching her movements. A few strands of his white hair swayed in front of his face, his witty eyes gleaming in the darkness with intelligence as wide as the universe.
''Can I drink I-I-Drink-Drink-Shrwpppp*? Just a drop. One drop is enough." There were hints of pleas in her gaze and a desperate desire in her voice. It was clear how much she wanted it.
Instead of answering the girl, Blake took his gaze away for a moment. He raised his hand, cutting off his skin with a small lightning strip. A drop of blood slowly formed on his finger. It was redder and cleaner than normal blood.
Swish!
Toga couldn't hold himself back any longer and jumped forward. Blake didn't pull his hand back, allowing him to do what he wanted. Toga was already in front of Blake's finger, resembling a shark that was thrown into its prey with its canine teeth.
Hapu!!
She bit his finger and began to suck Blake's finger. Of course, she did not dare to annoy him, biting him. But the suction force that Blake felt through the girl's mouth was not small at all. If she did this to a normal person, 5/0.5 of the blood in his body would already be gone.
The drop of blood on his finger couldn't stand the suction, and bowing to Toka, it entered her mouth and disintegrated when it went down her throat.
''MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <333333 ''
She groaned wildly, not thinking for a moment after. Her moaning was heard not only in the room but also outside. For a moment, all the sounds ceased, and her moaning reached the ears.
She brought down Blake's hands holding hers and hugged her arm with both of her arms. Stars appeared in her upright yellow eyes, her yellow eyes suddenly turned into a field of stars. The pupils moved back, to the back of the skull. The feeling of satisfaction and fullness that she could feel in her entire body, combined with the taste of blood, almost passed out.
"What did you do to that trio?" Blake asked, ignoring her plight. It was impossible for someone in this state to answer, but after Toga heard the words, she lowered her suction power but did not stop sucking on Blake's finger.
''I dğd, throgğh I didtn newd to afteğ wğat yğou diğd. If I hah jush leğf dhem, dhey wouğ hav dieğ ağywğay... (I did, though I didn't need to after what you did. If I had just left them, they would have died anyway.)
"Very well." Blake nodded in satisfaction. After her words, another drop of blood began to flow from his finger. When Toga noticed this, she frantically tried to suck both of them, but for some reason, she couldn't suck the blood.
"The corpses?"
"I left it in that room as you said." [EN: It's a bit difficult to write like the above, so I'll write it properly like this, but remember that Toka is talking with something in her mouth.]
Dip!
The number of blood drops increased to three.
Toga's expression trembled, a line appeared in her pupils from right to left. Her cheeks were sunken from the oversucking, desperately trying to suck Blake's finger like a baby hungry for breast milk.
However, Blake did not let go of the drops of blood. He tilted his head back, his white hair covering his eyes. His eyes, visible through the hair, gleamed faintly.
"There's something I've always wondered about. If you answer that, I'll give you 3 drops of blood."
Blake spoke in a seductive tone. His piercing gaze tingled the skin of the Toga, lured by his offer. A crooked smile that she couldn't control appeared shakily.
"OK." She began to shake her head wildly, like a toy dangling inside the vehicle. Without hesitation, she agreed with a bright expression. She had to answer a question, and she would get another drop of the delicious blood she was addicted to. It was an overwhelming win.
"Then tell me. Why are you so attached to me? So much so that you went to prison with me?"
Toga's eyes widened. She showed a slight hesitation, but the hesitation shattered as Blake began to pull his hand back in the third minute of unanswered.
She grabbed Blake's arm. Blake raised an eyebrow and nodded, indicating her speech.
"I'll tell you, but you won't hate me, okay? (In an incomprehensible tone.)''
Blake nodded. Toga pursed her lip, running her lips over Blake's finger. She turned her eyes away and began to speak.
"Because you're the 'Beat up Maker', it only takes one punch for the wounded and bloody people I love to appear. That's what you did that day. Bam, Boom, Pop, Pat; blood and flesh everywhere. You looked like a prince, my beloved prince charming." Toga, like a pure maiden dreaming of a prince charming, put her hands on her cheeks and closed her eyes, thinking of that day with an abnormal blush. But like her personality, even her prince charming was crooked.
But no matter how crooked it is. The love in their eyes was real. Her wavy eyes were clear, two small hearts could be seen deep within her yellow pupils. It wasn't a desire for her blood, it was not a twisted love, it was a love that came from the bottom of her heart.
And Blake understood at a glance that this love was not inferior to girls. And that was the strangest thing, this crazy girl had developed a love for girls alone.
"Are you serious?" Blake asked once more to be sure. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze sharpened. He was looking into her eyes, reading her intention.
Meeting her watchful gaze, Toga trembled slightly, Blake's sharp eyes piercing through the darkness tickling her skin. But that lasted a moment, the next moment she grinned from ear to ear as she continued to bite Blake's finger. Her eyes narrowed with pleasure, her little movements making her two cute buns bounce.
"Grin* I never lied about my love."
In time, she had fallen in love with several people, and whenever she fell in love with someone, she would shout fearlessly, brag about what she wanted to do to that person, and show her love without lying.
Blake was well aware of that, this crazy girl was the last person to lie. The thing inside her skull worked completely differently, its logic worked differently from the others. She could do what she wanted, kill what she wanted, say what she wanted, and she would do it with a psychopathic grin on her face.
She was like Blake, but a psycho version.
Pat!
Dıp! Dıp!
Blake slammed his finger on the girl's palate. Drops of blood fell from her mouth on the girl's tongue. Smiling freely, the girl's expression fluttered, and her eyes widened. Her body began to tremble. The power she gave her teeth was cut off. She fell on her back into the space between Blake's legs.
She was staring blankly at the ceiling when the ripple on her face stopped. Even the small twitches had ceased, the pupils had lost their focus and light. The only thing moving in her body were throat movements caused by her frantic swallowing. As if she wasn't the only one who didn't want to miss a single piece of this flavor, even when she passed out, her body was trying to taste the remnants of the blood piece.
Blake shrugged his hand lightly, brushing off any remaining drool from his finger. He put his free hand under his head and closed his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He waited for Scathach to pull himself into the white space.
In a place like this, of course, he wouldn't waste time staring at the ceiling. They would have preferred training from Scathach in the white field rather than a single second spent here.
Time began to pass between the different states of the two people lying in bed in strange ways. As they closed into their world, something completely different was happening elsewhere.
***
"Blow. Blow strongly. Throw out all your sadness."
''SNURTTT!!!!!!*'''
"Very good, let's put this aside."
"I found the towel. Let me wipe your face."
"I'm starting makeup"
A black limousine was driving silently through the streets in the dark of night. There was no trace of the old crowd in the streets. The human population was much less because it was night and what happened the other day.
The inside of the limo wasn't as quiet as the outside as we drove through the deserted streets. In the back seat, with Teka in the center, the girls were lined up, making her do various things. Normally not passive and serious in the smallest area of life, Teka quietly obeyed their orders.
Nejire was cleaning her nose with a napkin against her nose. Teka closed her eyes and gave a strong blow. Nejire threw the snot-filled napkin in the trash. Fuyumi came up to them in a bent position and walked to the girls with the towel she found in the limo.
Teka nodded, then Fuyumi covered her face with a towel and began wiping it gently. Teka's face was not well from what she had experienced tonight and she was crying. It had to be cleaned.
After wiping her face, Nemuri, who had been waiting with her make-up kit since the beginning, started her make-up.
While various things were happening at the rear, the front of the car, separated by glass, was quieter. Eri was sitting between Rei and Ryukyu. The two women, unfamiliar with the make-up that takes place in the back, had decided to sit in the front and accompany Eri.
"Waahhhhh... What is this?"
"The button that opens the vent on this vehicle."
"So what is this?"
"This changes the surface of the seats in the back of the car. If you click once, it turns into a leather sofa, if you click twice, it turns into a bed, if you click three times, it turns into a comfortable chair. It is currently in leather seats."
"Woah~~~ This?! What is this doing?''
"Little Mistress, this is opening the beverage bars in the back."
''Really? Wow~~''
And good thing they did. So they could now see the expression on Eri's face and her childish demeanor. For middle-aged women like them, watching the cute demeanor of young children meant quality time where they could release all their tiredness and stress and enjoy their maternal instincts to the fullest.
An undisguised compassionate look settled in her squinted eyes. Her small hands were clenched into fists involuntarily, swinging them up and down. Her mouth was open wide, her eyes gleaming with a childish sense of discovery. She was making cute "Ohh~~~~" sounds with every new thing she learned, constantly asking questions.
The driver calmly answered her every question. Apart from being ordered by Teka to treat her and the other two as he treated her, he had loved the little girl very much and it was a pleasure for him to answer her question.
While two different events were taking place inside the limousine, the Limousine was moving at a steady pace towards Tartarus. It passed through the empty streets, the light of the re-electrified street lamps reflecting off its black surface, revealing its sharp lines.
It passed through the streets, where people were many in one street and few in the other. It was never fixed. But if there was one constant thing, it was the people looking out the windows. People were testing blood pressure, seeing if they would go out.
The people the limo passed by, whether heroes or normal people, turned to look once more. The latest model limousine was very eye-catching as it swept through the streets like a noble eagle.
It didn't take long to reach Tartarus. Its travel speed was quite high for a limousine, and while doing so, it did not disturb the people inside and made very little noise. It was obvious that there was a quality piece among the limousines. After a half-hour journey, they arrived in Tartarus.
The vehicle stopped in front of Tartarus. The police, who stood guard in front of the Tartarus gate, decided to check the identity of the lead person, but when they saw the volcano sign on the hood of the vehicle, they did nothing but bow in reverence.
Click!
The front door of the limousine opened. Eri, Rei, and Ryukyu went out. Seeing this place for the first time, Eri lifted her head and stared at the massive walls in amazement. She looked like a small ant in front of the huge walls, she could feel the serious air emanating from Tartarus.
Rei and Ryukyu came behind her. Rei's eyes widened slightly. The impact of Tartarus on humans was not light. This gigantic slab of concrete, housing the most notorious criminals, exuded an oppressive atmosphere that reminded one of how small one is.
Unlike her, Ryukyu was in good shape. She had personally brought a few villains she had caught before. She didn't react big as Rei, because she was used to seeing the piece of concrete.
Click!
The rear door of the vehicle was opened by the driver. The girls' eyes turned to it. All three made confused expressions. The male cops around, and even the heroes who let the villain through the door, blushed and their breathing became heavy.
There were no words to say to Teka in her evening dress. Her noble beauty combined with her perfect features formed an extraordinary beauty. Beautiful enough to make even women's hearts flutter, each piece seemed to have been carefully thought out and shaped by God.
But there was a small change in her, and that change brought with it a huge impact.
Teka never wore make-up at the normal time. The main reason for this was that make-up would not make her beautiful, on the contrary, it would make her ugly. It was an insult to put chemicals on her already best face.
And Teka had passed through the master's hand in the last half hour. Having devoted years to the art of seduction, Nemuri had the qualifications to teach most makeup, artists. It was a simple thing for her to put on light make-up that would emphasize the beauty of the person without affecting the beauty of the person.
At this moment, this mastery was manifesting itself. Teka's complexion had turned a small amount of white. Thus, her full cherry-red lips, sky-blue eyes glowing with dim blue light, hair made of shiny lava, and the black-red rose made of lava in her ear stood out.
The puffiness under the eyes had disappeared, it was impossible to see no matter how deep. Small black lines drawn to the corners of her eyes, connected to her eyebrows, drew one's attention to herself and prevented her from looking carefully.
Other than that, nothing was done. As it was said before, with a little make-up, Teka's beauty was perfect. It was impossible to find a woman more beautiful than her in this world. No woman in the same city, in the same country, on the same continent as her, had the right to call herself the most beautiful woman.
There was only her. The moon and stars were her spotlights, the nightfall was the stage for Teka to shine. The bridge and other unnecessary building pieces were just a few bits of color that were there to reveal her beautiful figure.
Water, air, sky, moon, and stars, everything has lost its beauty and harmony in her presence.
That's how a little touch of makeup changed Teka. Even if that wasn't the case, she would have achieved this level of beauty spontaneously in a few days/weeks thanks to the speed power Blake had transferred to her body. It was only a matter of time.
The girls came out after her. Rumi, Fuyumi and Nejire were okay. However, Momo and Nemuri came out with troubled expressions.
Momo had been renewing her makeup supplies for Nemuri the entire time. She felt a little awkward from creating so many makeup items one after another. After going through Blake's training, she wasn't tired of creating so many things in such a short time. She was in no way affected by her Unlimited Fat Lipids ability. Still, creating so many things in such a short time had caused a small mess in her stomach.
Nemuri closed her eyes and took a deep breath as her hands rested on either side of her hips. Her chest swelled violently and descended. The soothing glasses she used at home bounced slightly. She was working non-stop the whole time and was a bit tired because of it.
Teka lifted her head to look at the massive concrete in front of her. She did her best not to misrepresent anything in her statement. She knew from the moment they crossed the bridge, perhaps even before, that she had been in Blake's sight. The girls had warned her about this.
Momo, who knew his strength best, said that it was thanks to a field of unlimited lightning connected to Blake's strength and brain. As soon as things in the field touched the lightning, their existence and information about them, including the things they spoke, were assimilated by the lightning and carried to his brain.
It was something Momo didn't quite understand either. She had told her that she was still in the research phase but basically, once they got close to Tartarus they would be in Blake's sight. And from this side of the bridge, she was covered with a strange sense of being watched.
Therefore, she had to be careful and not show any contrary expression.
''Let's go! I want to see Blake~~'' The strange feeling broke as Nejire jumped forward. Nejire jumped forward on tiptoe. She had her hands clasped between her hair and waist. Her periwinkle hair bounced every time she jumped. A huge smile hung on her face at the thought of seeing Blake. She was shaking her head between jumps.
The girls and Teka stared for a moment at the fearless girl bouncing off in front of them, gradually approaching the huge slab of concrete. They sighed wearily and shook their heads at the same time with bitter expressions. With a girl like Eri among them, Nejire was acting even more like a child than she was. Even in such a seriously sheltered place, she could jump recklessly with a smile on her face.
Well, that was quite natural considering the person protecting it. As far as Nejire was concerned, she could do whatever she wanted. Whoever would prevent her from doing what she wanted, thanks to the person protecting her, would face a very painful end.
It was felt even by the police guarding these gates. From the moment Nejire started bouncing on her fingertips, they were covered in a small but sharp sensation. They couldn't stop her, even if they did, they couldn't stop her from her intention. If they wanted to keep their souls inside their bodies and their bodies in one piece, they had to let her pass.
Nejire continued to bounce off this carelessly. Her body was lifted into the air, and her hair was bouncing, falling back to her toes the next second, while her hair was whipping the air and flowing down her shoulders, back in place.
"Hı-hmm!" Her smile was priceless, but her smile got bigger as if she was aware of something. She didn't need to open her closed eyes, she could feel the huge arms protecting her from the storm and anything that could happen, and it made her feel warm.
Nejire walked past the cops, who continued to stare ahead, playing the fool. Doors made of pure steel and various materials had been opened at an unknown time, allowing Nejire to walk through the door and walk among the tall buildings. If a person looked closely, they could see an excessive amount of sweat dripping from under their helmets. They averted their gaze and completely ignored the girl passing by.
The girls watched her go. They nodded and followed her. Rumi jumped on tiptoe, suddenly appearing between the two men the girl was passing. She landed on the ground, her hair falling uncontrollably over her shoulders. She lifted her head and walked in, ignoring them.
She was followed by Momo, Fuyumi, Rei and Eri, Nemuri. They went in one by one, only Teka remained. Teka watched as they entered Tartarus, one after another. She was alone in an instant.
Teka continued to stare at Tartarus. After staring for a while, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She closed her eyes and stepped forward, step by step closer to Tartarus. The closer she got to Tartarus, the safer she felt. It was as if she was approaching someone who should have been with her anyway, and that person was now welcoming her with open arms.
This brought a smile to her face. Yes, that's how it should feel. This is how she should have felt from the start, even in her marriage. She should feel safe, warm, and most importantly at home.
She came through the door, went through the door, and entered. She headed for the deepest prison entrance, where Blake was located.
***
A small smile formed on Blake's face as he lay on the bed. He placed his hands behind his head on either side of the bed and lifted his body. He turned his waist, put his legs on the floor, and stood up. He looked over his shoulder at Toga, who was unconscious on the bed.
Toga was still unconscious with her eyes open. There was no light in her pupils, she was staring at the ceiling with a stupid expression. His swallowing continued as he had for the last 40 minutes, without stopping for a moment.
Blake left the girl as she was and headed for the bars. He came to the railings and stepped forward. He was behind bars when his step was finished. He turned right on his heel and headed for the outer door.
This prison area where Blake was located, unlike the isolated area where they tried to place him when he first arrived, was a prison with mid-to-high rank villains. Each villain was locked in with the help of Quirk Locks attached to their arms.
Blake's location was located at the end of the second floor. After dealing with three insignificant cops, he had left the room and settled in at random. They had finally left him alone as he had slammed the cops against the wall who had been trying to stop him the entire time.
At least... at least he wasn't getting out of prison. With that in mind, they let Blake do what he wanted.
Blake went downstairs. He stepped into the wide field. There were various villains in the space, but none dared to look at him as he monotonously passed between them.
He walked past Blake's villain. No matter how bulky or fierce they looked, the men he passed kept their heads down or avoided looking at him.
A three-meter-tall man with Quirk Locks on his arms, legs, and neck as Blake passed him was shaking like never before in his life. The three-meter man reacted like a small child when the shadow of the 1.90-meter man fell on him and started to run away with big steps.
Anyone who was in Blake's way was getting out of his way and running. Apart from watching Blake's brutality and coldness on TV, they had witnessed it firsthand last night. Blake had thoroughly "warned" them not to cause himself unnecessary trouble.
Blake made his way through the villain to the exit door. Two policemen greeted him. They were standing in front of the door, wearing protective clothing that covered their entire bodies. Someone raised their hand to stop Blake. Blake stopped, looked up, and looked at the cops with half-closed eyes. They were shaking wildly, holding themselves back from running as they stared at Blake. He did his best to talk.
"W-W-W-Where are you going?" His voice trembled as he spoke. It was very difficult for him to look into Blake's half-open eyes. That's why he asked while looking at his toes.
"I have a visitor," Blake said with a small smile. The cops bowed their heads. Have a visitor? Shouldn't they be the ones saying that?
''But-''
Crshh!!
"Blake has a visitor!"
crsh!
He tried to tell Blake this but was interrupted by the word from behind the door. The slidable iron opening where the cops outside could talk to the cops inside was opened with a small voice, after the police outside said he wanted to, he closed the opening.
The police were silent. As he stared at Blake's neutral expression, greater fear emerged in him. Even though Blake had been here the whole time, he knew there was someone out there waiting for him. This either showed that he had a web of knowledge surrounding Tartarus, or it showed that he had the power to see outside.
Regardless, this move deepened his fears for Blake.
After Blake was sure he had their answers, he paid no more attention to them and walked between them. He knocked on the door twice. The iron opening opened with the sound of "Hsh!".
"!!!" The person on the other end made eye contact with Blake. Blake parted his lips, his cold gaze fell on the man. The man took a step back, his pupils trembling wildly. A pitiful "Hiii… Hmm…" sound came through his clenched teeth.
''Open the door.''
The man shook his head wildly. The iron opening closed the sounds of unlocking echoed. The gazes of the villain and the cops shifted to Blake, who was waiting outside the door.
The door opened, and Blake stepped forward and stepped into the prison corridor. The door closed behind him. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, whether it was the villain or the cop.
A pair of dark purple eyes continued to stare at the paper Blake had come out of from the fourth floor. She sat on the edge of the balcony where the door was closed. She rested her arms on the balcony railings and rested her cheek on her arm, staring at the door where Blake had disappeared.
"Which way?" Blake came out and turned his head. It was quite sheltered in both directions, with cops lined up every ten meters. Security cameras and automatic weapons hung from the ceiling every fifty meters. He knew where he was going, but he didn't want to scare the cops anymore by being full as if he had control over this place.
"To the right." Behind him, watching Blake turn his head from side to side, the man replied in a shaky tone. Blake nodded and, paying no attention to them, turned right and started walking.
He looked very conspicuous in his orange prison outfit as he made his way down the hall. The cops were dressed in blue and black and shone like a sun in the middle of the white corridor. Especially since he was resting with his hands free at his sides, unlike a regular criminal, he had no Quirk Locks.
But none of them moved as Blake passed them. They ignored the handsome young man in the orange overalls, turning their heads. As if it were preordained, whoever Blake passed by would turn their head the other way.
Blake's footsteps spread across the white hallway. The clear, harsh footsteps caused the police, who were far away from him, to squint their eyes at him. When they realized who it was, they broke out in cold sweat.
Blake even encountered a few heroes in the meantime. These heroes were dragging a few villains after them and taking them deep into the prison according to their threats. Some villains were trying to escape as they were dragged along, while others bowed their heads helplessly, showing that they had given up.
The heroes couldn't understand why a criminal was waving around like that as they passed Blake. At first, they intended to drag him along with them, but when they saw who it was, they cast aside their intentions and started running.
Between these images, Blake turned right at the crossroads that divided into four and approached the place where he would meet the girls. At the end of the corridor in his sight was a door, which he reached in a few steps. He put his hand on the doorknob and opened the door.
The first thing he encountered was a huge glass of glass separating the two sides right in the middle of the room. The glass was reinforced with layers of toughened glass, even a small amount of metal, for everyone to know. There was no way the bad guys with locked quirks could break it. On either side of the glass were chairs and tables for the parties to sit on, and the means to transmit their voices to the other side were placed on top of the tables.
In the part of the glass where Blake was, there was no one on the other side of the glass. Even the cops had left the room. When Blake stepped into the room, he became the only presence in the room.
There were many people on the other side of the glass, but they all longed for the presence of one man. As soon as Blake entered the room, they began to wave at him. One of them, who couldn't take it anymore, rushed forward and pressed the button of the voicemail tool, and shouted.
"Blake~~ I missed you so much~~~"
Blake entered the room. He threw his hand back and closed the door behind him. Nejire's voice, glowing with pure happiness, echoed through the speakers. Blake smiled involuntarily, hearing Nejire's voice making him soft, making him smile involuntarily.
Nejire, leaning on the table with both hands, closed her eyes after shouting the sadness inside and monotonously raised both her hands in the sadness of a woman who lost her husband. It was clear that she wanted to hug him.
Blake came to the window. He looked at the girls behind the glass, standing side by side looking at him from behind the glass. Right to left, Nemuri, Momo, Rei, Eri, Ryukyu, Rumi, and Fuyumi holding her hand, lined up behind Nejire.
However, one person was missing. And Blake knew where this person was, so instead of asking where she was, he spoke with a small smile.
"You spoiled girl, it's only been one day and one night since I left you. ' Blake pressed the big button on the sound transmission device with his finger and spoke into the microphone. He scolded the girl with a tender smile. However, the warmth he had as he stared at her didn't make his scolding at all serious.
Nejire sweetly bit her tongue and bore the rebuke. She admitted that she was spoiled, as Blake had said. And as a spoiled girl, she demanded to be pampered even more. But she couldn't hide that she missed Blake. It was too cold without him, and this little girl wasn't strong enough to withstand this weather.
"Blake~~ It's very cold. I need your warmth. Also, my energy... I'm running out of energy. I need you to recharge me." Nejire threw herself on the table and spoke in a pathetic tone. Her face was facing the surface of the table, her hand reaching for the glass as if holding on to the last hope, and stroking the glass surface.
"I'm not a charger." Blake exhaled with a wry smile. As he looked at Nejire, who was desperately trying to reach him, who was very dressed in his role, he felt the urge to tap her head, but the glass between them prevented it.
"No, you are." After Blake's words, Nejire threw the role aside, suddenly looking up and looking at Blake.
"I'm not." Blake lowered his head and pressed his face against the glass. His smile became more attractive.
''You are. ' Nejire brought her face close to the glass. On the contrary, her cheeks slightly puffed up, and with a stern expression in her way, she was arguing that she was right.
"I'm not." Blake brought his face closer. His smile grew softer, his tone free of harshness at all.
"You are, for me." The expression caused Nejire to smile unconsciously. Still, she defended her right to the end and stood by her opinion. She brought her face close to the glass.
Their faces were so close that the only thing separating them was thick glass. They were looking into each other's eyes as if there was no thick glass, and they were having a small argument their way. However, their demeanor was more like a flirtation than an argument.
Blake watched her expression for a moment. Finally, he sighed helplessly and nodded in agreement.
"Hahhhh~~ Okay, I am." Who was he to reject Nejire? His determination, hard as unshakable mountains, melted like snow in the sun when he saw her puffy cheeks. He raised his hands to show that he had lost and admitted his defeat.
"Hmm, you know what's good for you. ' Nejire lifted her head in triumph, her hands on either side of her waist in an arrogant tone. She kept breathing through her nose. She looked so cute.
Blake couldn't take it anymore and stretched out his hand. His hand began to tremble, and with a small noise that bothered the ears, his hand lost its outline and became blurry. He stretched his hand forward, his hand passed through the layers of joined glass.
When his hand moved to the other side, it regained his clarity. It regained ıts old features, his hand, as clean as women's, but with masculine textures, was once again visible. But his wrist, which had passed through the glass, was still trembling.
This was something Blake developed while working on his vibration. When a part of his body passed through the place he wanted to pass, it stopped vibrating and solidified, the parts still inside him continued to vibrate.
He placed his clearing hand on the hair of the girl acting with cute arrogance and stroked it lightly. Nejire's arrogance vanished, putting her hands on Blake's and pressing them into her hair. She closed her eyes with a peaceful murmur and savored Blake's warmth that she hadn't felt in sooooo long.
Blake leaned his body forward. His body gradually vibrated, losing its general contours. He stepped forward, and half of his body passed through the stuff. He took another step. He went through the thick compacted glass and appeared on the other side. His body stopped vibrating. He stood in front of Nejire with a tender smile as one hand rested in his hair. He was rubbing the girl's hair the whole time.
"If you feel lonely and cold again, just call me. I'll be there to warm you up." Blake leaned into her ear and whispered passionately. His voice contained palpable lust.
Nejire's ear twitched sweetly. The redness that started in her ear, where Blake's harsh breath hit, spread to her cheeks. Her gaze lost focus, and she suddenly began to crave too much for Blake to "warm" her.
in the middle of the night, for hours, until the sun takes its place on the hill, back and forward, in various positions, perhaps a little hard, she wanted him to warm her up. Her lower body began to tickle and get wet.
Blake grinned knowingly when he saw the girl's expression, covered with passion. He pressed the girl's face to his chest to make sure no other man saw it. The face she had seen belonged only to him.
Blake spoke to them one by one as he passed the girls. He passed them all, pressing Nejire to his chest. The entire time, Nejire had her body pressed to Blake's chest by him, clutching his outfit with both hands. She was constantly inhaling his scent, doing nothing to quench the flame inside her.
While Blake was talking to the girls, he came in front of Rei and Fuyumi.
When the two women met his eyes, they were filled with hope. Last time, Blake had clearly shown signs of softening, with a little effort, they could win his pardon.
And they wanted that very much. Fuyumi missed her daily conversations and banter with Blake. She liked the gestures he made to embarrass her. She wanted to be embarrassed by Blake, even if she didn't say it. She wanted him to treat her as her beloved lover, to hold her in his arms and hug her, sometimes for no reason at all.
She wanted her Blake back.
Rei, on the other hand, needed her Prince Charming. She had no issues before she was with Blake, but after being her girlfriend, she tasted the honey trap that the girls just didn't want to get out of. Honey was very delicious, it warmed the inside of it as you ate it, and it made her want to eat more. That's why his absence was even more painful than the years she was alone.
Two women came before Blake. Fuyumi raised her head, while Blake simultaneously lowered and looked at the girls. Fuyumi frowned, exhaled through her nose, and her body instantly pressed against Blake's chest.
Blake unconsciously raised his right hand and brought it to her hair. It was a reflexive act, it was so natural for him to do it that he just did it. He stopped midway through his movements.
But before the girls gave him a chance, Rei grabbed the airborne hand with both hands and held it like it was the most precious thing. When she looked at Blake, the fossilized love that only he could reveal, but which would not be lost to anyone, was reflected on her face.
Blake's hand stiffened. He turned his head. He didn't try to pull back or push Fuyumi away as it was Rei who was holding her hand. He just stood there and refused to look at the girls.
"I'm sorry, Blake," Fuyumi said in a hoarse voice, burying her face in Blake's chest. She hung her head back, pressed her chest to her chin, and gave Blake a wounded animal look.
She didn't say anything else. Two simple words were enough to express her feelings. Her sadness, her loneliness, and the emptiness and longing she felt in his absence could fit into these two words. She cocked her head against Blake's chest, her scarred animal eyes gleaming with various emotions, tearing apart Blake's anger towards them.
Rei brought Blake's hand in front of her face with a precious smile. Her fingertips were running over the hand. It was only a hand, but even holding it gave him a borderline sense of security and protection.
"I'm sorry, Blake." Similar words came out of her mouth as she looked at Blake's hand, then her face, as if it were the most precious thing in her life. Her gaze shone with precious emotions.
Blake's expression grew increasingly troubled. He clenched his teeth and tried to resist the forgiveness that rose in his heart but eventually failed and gasped.
"Just... don't do this again. Otherwise, you won't be able to get away easily." He wanted to punish them even more, but he couldn't take it any longer. The faces of the two women lit up. They gripped Blake tighter. Fuyumi's expression was worth seeing, her face softened with a sense of relief. Her eyes curved tenderly.
"Mhm~~" They nodded at the same time. They could even write a deed that they wouldn't do such a thing, as long as Blake would forgive them.
Blake looked at the girls with a satisfied smile. He no longer ran from them or turned his head. The tense muscles he felt in Rei's gripped hand relaxed. This caused the girls to breathe a sigh of relief.
They were forgiven.
Blake talked to the girls for a while, then looked at Nejire. The redness on the girl's face had disappeared, and although the flames of lust burned deep in her eyes, he didn't have to worry that no one else could see her passionate expression before.
He left the girls. He passed the group and headed towards the woman who had been behind the group all along. The girls did not stop him. However, their expressions contained a slight concern. They were worried that Blake would notice.
Blake came in front of Teka. The beautiful woman looked from head to toe. Teka was showing off her body in all its majesty in a glamorous evening dress. She wore a fur coat on his shoulders. Only two toes were visible from her black high heels. Her ears were filled with earrings and she wore a stunning necklace around her neck.
It was perfectly normal Teka, but there was a big difference. There was light makeup on her face that made her look even more beautiful than she was and made her beauty even move Blake's heart.
The main feature of makeup is to bring out the beautiful parts of her face. Her perfectly proportioned nose, full blood-red lips, and azure eyes glowing with the dim blue light were accentuated by various small touches. Her skin was pale, which gave her a pristine air.
But Blake only paid attention to this for a moment. All his attention was on her eyes.
There was always a great storm in the depths of Teka's beautiful eyes. She would constantly shine in a way that indicated she was dealing with complex piles of emotions, and even if she focused on the person, she would often have brooding and emotional turmoil and would lose some of her focus.
Whenever she looked at him, especially after the sinful night, she would take a distant demeanor so as not to get close to him. That attitude had recently been broken and disappeared when Blake took a place in her heart.
Yet she was always in a great dilemma. It was as if she had two paths in front of her and she didn't know which one to choose. Sometimes her gaze on her was very pleasant, sometimes it was distant from him.
If there was someone else in her place, she/he would have been broken amid so much emotional turmoil, but this tough woman was living it daily and continuing her life normally.
But today, strangely enough, her gaze on him was very clear. The truth was staring right into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes, glowing with the dim blue light, shone with emotions that surprised Blake. Blake unconsciously grasped her hand, eyebrows raised, reaching a conclusion that surprised him.
"Teka... you-"
"I came to you, Blake." With a small smile, she grasped the hands holding hers. Blake's eyes widened. His gaze fell on her hands. Whether it was her words, her clear gaze, or her actions, it was clear that Teka was not lying. She had indeed come to him, she had chosen him.
His puzzled expression melted, replaced by a pleasant smile. He placed his hand on her cheek as he continued to stare at her.
Teka was surprised at first but did not refuse. She couldn't do anything like kiss directly, it had only been tens of minutes since she had split from her husband, and she couldn't cross that line with Blake in an instant. She knew that Blake wouldn't cross those lines unless she wanted to. But she could handle harmless touching a cheek or holding hands, maybe even a hug.
Blake lifted his thumb and stroked her cheek lightly. Teka closed her eyes, pressed her hand to Blake's, and savored the moment with a peaceful expression. Blake's thumb got dirty with white makeup, but neither cared. Blake spoke as he continued to caress her cheek.
"I'm glad you chose me. I think you'll be glad you chose me because you cried because of that, huh?" Blake brought his thumb under her eyes with a mocking smile and wiped it from right to left. The white makeup was erased, revealing the slight puffiness behind and reddened under the eyes.
Teka's eyes widened, the next second she was relieved of her surprise and she sighed with a pleasant smile. Blake bent his index finger and didn't hold back, even as he exposed the other under-eye bag.
"How did you notice?" She acted so well, she didn't reveal that she was crying in any way. Nemuri had done her part by doing a good job and camouflaging her dire face. It was also natural for her to put on makeup as she went to talk to her husband. She couldn't understand how Blake had noticed that she was crying.
'You want the long answer or short answer?" Blake said something only they would know. He grinned meaningfully.
Teka's eyes widened. That's the way of answering…they had given a similar conversation when they first met. She knew from Blake's grin that she had done it on purpose. She smiled involuntarily. So she remembered that.
"Long first, then short please," Teka spoke as if she was intrigued. She was curious as to the two answers of the white-haired youth, as she had been when they had met a year earlier. Blake realized that she was keeping up with him, putting on the confident expression of the day before saying either answer.
"Today you would have to choose between the two of us. You will break up with your husband if you choose me, and of course, you'll be sad when you leave your relationship for 64 years, 5 months, 17 days, and 19 hours. But that's not enough to make you cry. Chances are that pathetic bastard must have done bad or heartbreaking things to the point of making you cry, and you'll come back to someone who hurt you in person. For Yoshino, this comeback will be when you hit him in the face with things he didn't even realize, and you'll be crying unknowingly while doing it."
Blake had explained everything clearly as if he was there when he said his words. He was aware of Teka's personality and had used it to make a clear guess, even though he wasn't there. There was no need for a short answer, he had already guessed most things right.
"Short answer." Teka's eyes sparkled with precious emotion. She didn't care how accurately Blake had guessed. Like the previous time, she wanted him to leave her bewildered with a short answer.
Blake put a finger on her cheek before speaking. His voice took on a deep tone, emotions pouring out of his voice. Because of his head's length, he had to keep his head down when talking to her, and the corner of his lip curled up.
"You're wearing make-up."
Teka's eyebrows rose, and the next moment her face lit up with understanding. What Blake said was true. Anyone who knew her well knew that Teka didn't need to make up. Wherever she went, no matter how serious she was going, she didn't need to make up.
But oddly enough, she wore makeup today. Whatever excuse she used, she who doesn't wear makeup even on special occasions could be wearing makeup for one reason.
To hide his bad face.
It was that simple, and she was so anxious not to reveal anything to Blake that she didn't realize the problem was so simple.
"Haha... I got caught."
Status Power Mingguan
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