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章 112: Chapter 108: Hanbun-deshi

"O-Oh, I'll try this." Blake shivered when he heard the enchanting voice coming from next to him. He lost focus for a moment. However, he didn't run away like any normal person would, rather he corrected his voice, which was slightly shaking with surprise, and nodded in agreement.

He knew he couldn't escape this situation. The owner of the voice was speaking near his ear, with his Lightning Field and sixth sense, few people in the MHA world could do this, and even if he tried to escape from such a person, he would not be able to escape.

So he decided to try what she suggested to him. Well, who knows, maybe it will work.

"You didn't run away." A small surprise appeared in the voice that made the person want to listen more. Blake asked as he tried out what the woman suggested.

"Can I escape?" His speed might have been high, but it was not absolute. Moreover, he was not invincible; Elemental attacks such as Flame and Ice, mental attacks, and attacks of sufficient strength that could reach him could kill him.

The owner of the charming female voice was too fast for even him to notice, or she could teleport. Could he escape such an opponent?

"If I don't want to, no." Her words were mundane, without confidence or arrogance, as if she were speaking the truth. Blake could even imagine the woman shrugging slightly.

"Then there is no point in running away. "After answering the woman, he gave his full attention to his hand. He was determined to acquire the vibrate ability today.

The vibration was one of the most fundamental concepts of the universe. Nikola Tesla once said, "İf you wish to understand the universe, think of energy, frequency, and vibration." Although the vibration did not make one omnipotent, it could provide a great deal of power.

Everything in this universe has a vibrational frequency. Water, air, and even the human body and organs have a frequency, and as long as a person can hold these frequencies, they can control, bend and possibly destroy them.

There's a lot more to be done with vibration, but Blake's goal wasn't that big of a deal. He just wanted to touch the end of the gate to the great realm called vibration. This would make his body tremble, making his body able to pass through matter.

But it was easier said than done. Flesh, blood, bone, and veins could vibrate, but somehow his hand couldn't get under what he thought was the floor and couldn't vibrate.

"Imagine that your hand is made up of countless cubes. The cubes are all connected and combined to form your hand. These cubes are preventing your hand from passing through objects, and they are your target." The woman's sensitive voice reached Blake's ears. Blake's eyebrows twitched slightly, how could such a beautiful voice exist? It was addictive, it stuck in one's mind and made one want to listen more.

Blake diverted his thoughts, acting on what the woman had said. He thought that his hand was made up of innumerable cubes, connected by thin but firm ties, and their union formed his hand.

He channeled his speed power to these cubes. He thought the speed power was touching the cubes and vibrating non-stop. As the cubes began to vibrate, vibration slowly spread his hand. Until in the end his whole hand trembles.

Brrrrrrrrr!!

His hand began to tremble. His hand was vibrating differently than before. As it lost its general outline, the contours that formed his hand became blurred. His hand was translucent as it became permeable and acquired a fuzzy texture.

"Congratulations on achieving your long-term effort." The mature voice was filled with happiness as if she was the one who succeeded. She clapped her hands together and congratulated him on his success in a small way.

"Thanks, ma'am." Blake opened his eyes and looked at her with a faint smile. The first thing he encountered was a pair of red eyes staring at him with interest.

The two bright red eyes were nicer and brighter than the precious stones. Her eyes themselves were beautiful enough to freeze people apart from the domineering and unyielding gaze she contained. Her purple silky hair went down her waist, while she had groats that landed on her face and nose. With her small, shaped nose, thin lips, and sharp jawline, she left the word beauty pale.

The outfit she was wearing wasn't obscene, it was a pretty closed outfit, but she looked hot and sexy because of her body structure and the way it clung to her body. A pair of beautiful and tight chests, which made Blake especially want to palm and squeeze, tickled the lust of the person and the flame in him. Even Blake, who didn't think with his lower body, wondered how his fingers would feel when he squeezed them.

"I'll see you later." Scathach's farewell woke Blake up from the astonishment he had fallen with his beautiful figure.

''See me? Will we see you in the future? More importantly, why did you bring me here in the first place? Is there something you want from me?" He tilted Blake's head to the side. He had realized that Scathach was a very powerful person since she had been able to come to him unnoticed.

Don't underestimate the Lightning Field, every bit of information from this field was being passed on to Blake. From the smallest stone to the movement of a speck of dust, everything was under his control and knowledge. Completely ignoring this, Scathach had managed to get close to him and hide from him until she call out to him.

Blake even had the pretentious thought that Scathach was watching him without hiding from him, but he wouldn't have known it until she said it herself.

He also thought that this place was created by him, at least strong enough to force him here. Blake didn't think he could help such a person but decided to ask anyway.

"Yare~ Yare~, a rather curious and careful student…" Scathach smiled faintly at Blake's questions.

The word 'student' caught Blake's attention, but he decided to ask it after his answers.

"There is something I ask of you, but this is for much later, you must first gain enough power. As for the interview, we will see you in the future as I would like to have you as my student. Well, if you want." While Scathach was firm and firm on most things, when it came to recruiting students, she left the decision up to her students.

Once, when Cú Chulainn came to her to train him, after testing him, she asked for his consent many times and checked to see if he was sure he wanted to be her disciple.

"Student huh…" Blake considered her words as he looked around. He wasn't opposed to being someone's student. He didn't mind being someone else's disciple if it could benefit him.

This was especially true of speed power.

Researching speed power on its own was quite difficult. He didn't know what to do, didn't know the full potential of his speed power, as he hadn't read the flash comic or anything like that in his previous life. He was on a dark road, walking alone with no guides or illuminators like a lantern.

It was his first encounter with Scathach, and she had already unraveled the talent he had been dwelling on for a long time in a few words. Either she knew the speed power, or her experience was too much to understand the problem at a glance, in two cases enough to get Scathach as her teacher.

However, he couldn't take someone he saw for the first time as his teacher. That was common sense and logic.

"There's no need to think so much. We'll meet here a few times and I'll teach you something. If you are still determined to reject me, you can reject me at any time." Scathach raised her beautiful finger like a precious artifact and tapped Blake's forehead to interrupt his thoughts. As Blake's gaze cleared, she explained with a faint smile.

''Ok, then. Thanks in advance." Blake nodded. If she wanted to lure him here later, she could forcibly pull him. Instead of complicating things, he decided to find a middle way. Also, even if he eventually rejected her, his strength would have increased over and over again.

"Again, See you soon, Hambun-deshi." Scathach raised her hand. She smiled at Blake intently as she said an awkward nickname. Her body slowly disappeared, and after a few seconds, she left the area.

Blake opened his mouth to say something but staggered before he had a chance to say anything. This didn't usually happen, he couldn't stagger with speed power or pass out naturally. But he couldn't keep his eyes from closing, his body forcing him to fall into the arms of unconsciousness.

He continued to wobble for several minutes before passing out. His steps were moving in random directions, the previous stepping on a different ground than the next. His thoughts darkened, and his vision was blurring more and more. At the end of 5 minutes, his body fell forward, and his body dispersed in the air before it touched the ground.

''Haha. He even endured it." Before the area endured and vanished, a burst of joyful laughter was heard across the white realm. The sound was spreading more and more in the field, the field was getting smaller as it disappeared. However, even the collapse of the field could not prevent the happiness in the voice.

**

The melancholy mood of the morning hit the bedroom of the Blake household. The warm air that warms the person and makes him sleepy enters through the window and envelops the quintet lying in bed. The chirping of birds entered the bright orange sky and added a different flavor to the melancholy atmosphere in the room.

"Nnng…" A small purr could be heard from the bedroom. Looking into the room, one could see a girl blinking her eyes with huge breasts that girls her age shouldn't have. Her loose hair flowed down her shoulders like her sisters and spread over the chest of the man she was lying on.

Fine-looking eyelashes, like grains of wheat, flickered, and the girl opened her eyes. Her gaze was not clear, yet her blurry gaze could not hide the gleam of intelligence behind it.

The girl raised her sensual figure like a succubus. She placed her hips on the man's calf below her and braced herself by resting her hands on his abs. Her back made a small curve. Her lean, mouth-watering tummy was exposed along with the curve.

She raised one hand and rubbed her eyes with her palm. Her gaze was getting clearer. Her pupils drooped, falling on the white-haired youth who was sleeping indifferently with her adonis-like figure.

Her eyes squinted with love, curled into a crescent shape. She put one hand on her cheek. Her smile darkened the sunlight coming through the window. She hung her head, tucked her hair behind her ear with her finger, and pressed her soft lips to the hard chest of the man she loved.

Despite Blake lying naked, she couldn't understand how his body got so hot. Even her lips, which she pressed and continued to press, remained cold below his perfect body temperature.

"Well, anyway, that's one of his mysteries…" Momo pressed her lips to his chest once again. This time she deliberately made it hard so that a sweet redness appeared on the area of ​​her lips.

Momo put her hands on her sides and raised her head proudly as she admired her masterpiece. Even though there was only one, it was a huge advance for her.

Because that was her way of marking her territory.

It may sound silly, but it was something girls loved to do. Each of them liked to mark their territory in various ways.

Rumi was marking Blake's face and left breast with her body odor and bunny ears. Momo had marked her territory with her lips for the first time today.

Her gaze shifted to Nemuri, who had just joined them. Her eyes widened. Surprisingly, even Nemuri had marked her territory by biting Blake's left shoulder.

"Take this, Chomp*. That's the punishment for pissing me off... Hapu*" No, she seemed to take her anger out on Blake sweetly rather than have her mark her territory. She bit Blake with her little tiger teeth and grinned mischievously.

Momo turned her head slightly and looked at Nejire, who was lying on Blake's shoulder. Nejire had both of her arms wrapped around Blake's arm, and her leg was tucked between his legs. She was sleeping with a sweet melting smile as she inhaled Blake's scent.

Nejire hadn't marked her territory, because she didn't need that. Well, Nejire was Nejire and would always have a place on Blake's right arm. So for her, it would be fair to say that she marked his right arm with her presence.

Momo raised her arms and stretched deeply. A sweet murmur escaped between her closed lips. She glanced at Blake and her sisters before getting out of bed in the warm sun.

It wasn't like she wasn't jealous of Nejire. Every girl in the house knew that Nejire held a special place for Blake. When they asked Blake about this, even he said he didn't know why, but that Nejire was intolerable to him.

She understood that. Nejire's boyish nature was unbearable even for her as a girl. If she was a man, she couldn't help falling in love with her.

Still... she was jealous of her. To occupy such a big and important place in Blake's heart was something Momo wanted to do.

Momo shook her head as she slipped on her school uniform. Jealousy isn't the answer, Blake hated their bad feelings for each other, and she didn't want to hate her future sisters and future half-mothers of her children.

She enjoyed their current relationship and sisterhood very much.

Momo bit the hairgrip tied her hair into a barbed ponytail as usual, then took the hairgrip with one hand and tied her hair. She checked herself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing out her clothes and fanning her spiky ponytail style with her hand, she checked herself in the mirror one last time.

"Hm, nice." Ordinary, but nice. As always but unforgettable. After confirming her style, Momo nodded in satisfaction and headed outside.

At the dinner table, she took the Bento prepared for her. Also at the table were Nejire, Rumi, Fuyumi, Nemuri, and the Bento made for Eri, who had recently joined them. She carefully placed it in her bag.

She was at the door in a few steps. Putting her bag on the floor, she put on her shoes and whispered as she smoothed her shoes with one finger.

"I'm going out." She whispered, even though she knew she wouldn't get an answer. The words reminded her that she had a home to return to.

''See you.''

''Take care of yourself.''

"Rumi-chan, wait for me outside the door. I will come soon. Yawnn*''

'Don't wait for her, she looks like she's going to sleep. I'll bring her. Do what you want.''

"Take care Shoto for me."

''For me too~~~''

But surprisingly, everyone in the house responded to her. Staying in the same room, Fuyumi, Teka, and even the normal human Nemuri greeted her. Most of them sound sleepy, yet they said a few words from upstairs to send her.

"Sure~" Momo opened the door. She let the sunlight in. The sunlight streamed down her shoulders, illuminating her. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. It created an enchanting image.

She went out the door, people in the house did not fall asleep until she had left that street. Even Nemuri, who is the sleepiest, and Rumi, who likes to sleep with the warmth Blake gives her, did not close their eyes until they left that neighborhood safely.

When Momo left the street, the girls took turns returning to their sleep.

It took several long minutes for the girls to finally fall asleep. Rhythmic breathing sounds filled the room again. The heartwarming atmosphere seemed to have settled into the room permanently.

Blake managed to separate the girls from himself as a result of long efforts. His most formidable opponent was Rumi, whose territory had expanded. It had taken him 15 minutes to separate the conjoined rabbit, who was leaning all over his chest and didn't want to leave him.

He patted Rumi's hips. After kissing each of them on the lips, he headed down. Understandably, his thoughts were somewhat complicated.

As he headed for the door, his finger caught on the knit sweater that was in sight. Blake hadn't realized he was doing it, even though he had taken the sweater with him. He was staring absently ahead, thinking about what he had just experienced.

He didn't think about why the glamorous woman wanted to have him as her student, why she was helping him for free, or why she was looking at him as if she were looking after something very precious to him while she was helping him. These were confusing and needed to be thought through.

But what he wondered was, how exactly would he help that woman? What did she want him to do?

He descended the stairs in his thoughts. One foot was on the stairs, one hand resting on the wall, the other still holding the sweater. He swept his pensive gaze across the room to check if Fuyumi and Teka were awake.

There was nobody. Blake walked down the aisle, his free hand wandering over the seat. He sat in the single seat in the living room. He tilted his head back and started stroking the sweater as he stared at the ceiling.

Time passed, and seconds turned into minutes. But no one showed any signs of awakening. The girls were sleeping comfortably with the warmth and lingering scent that Blake had left in the bed.

Tap! tap!

In Blake's thoughts, the sound of footsteps filled his ears. He lifted his head slightly, looking through his hair at the person coming down the stairs.

Teka was walking down the stairs while rubbing her hair. It was obvious from her half-open eyes that she was sleepy. Her hair was brown, unlike the usual time, it looked like cooled lava. However, the roots of her hair were slightly yellowing, showing signs of warming.

Contrary to what was normally a head was short. Teka looked like she was the same height as Blake as she liked to wear high heels, but was a head shorter than him. Her actual height was 1.69.

Despite all this, she had not lost a single piece of her beauty, nobility, and arrogance. Her upright head looked arrogantly at the whole world, her brows furrowed as if she would remain furrowed until the end of time, with a sternness that would make anyone bow their heads.

Her royal blue, faintly glowing eyes held deep friendships that belonged only to their close ones, but an infinite distance and coldness towards strangers.

She was wearing perfectly sitting white pajamas. The two huge mountains stood tall in majesty, making the outfit look tighter than it was. Under her pajamas, she only wore a pink-colored pajama bottom that could not hide her hips.

Her feet were bare, exposing her spotless skin. Her cute little fingers, her art-like foot, were exposed.

Attitude, figure, personality, more, she was revealing with her whole body the word perfect in every way. She had no flaws or weaknesses. She was pure grace and beauty that normal people wouldn't dare approach.

She could collide with the woman Blake saw in her sleep, who wanted to take her as her student.

Teka descended to meet Blake's eyes. She nodded her head slightly and then headed towards the kitchen.

Blake nodded in response to the woman's greeting, then continued to stare at the ceiling. Alone in the darkened hall, he stared at the ceiling, clutching the sweater with both hands and holding it tight.

Having finished making herself a coffee, Teka left the kitchen. She had another coffee in hand for some reason. She opened her mouth to call out to Blake, but the next second she closed her wine-red lips.

She entered the hall, taking particularly weak steps not to make a sound. After placing the coffee in front of Blake, she sat down on the sofa and took a sip as she quietly waited for him to organize his thoughts.

The room was filled with silence again. The two people were hanging out in silence in their way. It took several moments for Blake to organize his thoughts. Teka was sipping her coffee gracefully during this time. Her eyes were closed the entire time, perhaps seizing the little moment and entering a semi-asleep state, perhaps taking this opportunity to organize her thoughts.

"I should have beaten those kids worse..." After a long while, one corner of Blake's lip lifted and he spoke.

Teka scowled, sharp but pleasant as a willow branch. She opened her eyes, her royal blue eyes exposed like two crystals illuminating the room. Her lip moved slightly.

''Why?''

Blake lifted his sweater so Teka could see it and turned it around. Teka turned her gaze to the sweater. On the back of the sweater, several stitches were ripped and torn. It was invisible unless carefully looked at, but once noticed, it was a detail that spoiled the integrity of the outfit.

"Oh, how impressive." Teka's eyebrows twitched pleasantly, she nodded appreciatively.

She had heard what happened yesterday from Fuyumi. She knew how U.A. used the Big 3 to break the arrogance of 1-A students and why Nejire had called Blake. She was aware of the source of the damage to Blake's suit.

Teka was the one who knew Blake's power best. No one could even touch him, or his clothes except for herself and a few others, if he didn't want to, but it was admirable that the 1-A students damaged Blake's outfit, while he was careful not to damage it.

It seems that this generation of U.A. had shiny jewelry.

As Teka daydreamed about the peaceful future, she remembered what Fuyumi had told her. Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Blake, who was staring at the sweater. She lifted the coffee mug from her lips.

Fuyumi had told her how Blake favored Shoto. As his brother-in-law and selfish man, it was only natural for Blake to do this, but Teka, who had lived for many years, sensed a slightly different meaning behind Blake's act.

She had a feeling he was doing it for herself. She knew it was an arrogant thought, but she couldn't help thinking that way.

''Give it to me. I'll fix it for you."


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章 113: Chapter 109:

Momo took her seat in the classroom, carefully placing her bag under her desk. Normally she would have done that, but today she put it in with extra care. Because in her bag was the Bento that Blake had prepared for her.

Her first lessons were with Ectoplasm. To prepare for her math lesson, Momo took out notebooks, pens, and other supplies from her bag and placed them neatly on her desk, then took the opportunity to look around.

Most of the students had dead eyes, looking around vacantly. Some were asleep with their heads on their arms. Even Midoriya and Ida were looking out the window and thinking deeply.

None of the girls spoke. Even Mina, who normally talked the most among them, was thinking about something while sitting on her bench.

Momo nodded with a wry smile. There were some things one couldn't interfere with. In the case of Mina and the others, they had to get over this defeat on their own.

Momo feared that as a result of this thought, her relations with the girls would deteriorate again. Actually, he wasn't that scared, but he still didn't want to lose his friends.

If they ever broke up with her again, this time she would end her friendship with them, never to return. She wasn't desperate for a friend, she just wanted to spend her high school time with her friends.

"They look so bad, don't they, Momo-chan?" Toru Hagakure, sitting next to Momo, called out to Momo. Momo looked at the girl, rested her chin on her hand, and answered as she watched.

"Yeah, they look pretty bad. But as long as they can get through this, they'll make great progress." Momo pressed her cheek with her finger. She turned her gaze from the students to Toru.

"Toru-chan, have you been in fight? I didn't see you fighting." Although Toru was invisible, her small movements stood out more than the others. However, Momo couldn't see any moves or oddities made by Toru.

"Ah, hahaha…" Toru laughed shyly, scratching her head with her invisible hand.

"The thing is, I was there. When Ida attacked, I intended to sneak up on Blake from behind. But just then, Blake's fist hit Ida and then his fist hit me. I passed out with that punch and was unconscious throughout the entire fight."

Momo chuckled lightly. She hadn't think of such a thing. Now that she thought about it, she realized it could happen. If this had actually happened, it was understandable why Toru was in a better mood than the others.

"Don't laugh, Momo-chan. It's embarrassing." Toru frantically waved her invisible arms, which were evident in her clothes. The embarrassment in her voice was clearly noticed by Momo. She covered her mouth with her hand and continued to watch the class as she chuckled silently.

Each and every one of the students seemed devastated, a palpably muffled atmosphere hung in the classroom. It suppressed the person, making it more difficult to breathe and speak. No one was speaking, they were trying to get over their yesterday's defeat in the silence.

Apart from Momo, there were a few people who were in a good mood in this situation. One of them was Shoto, expressionless, looking around indifferently. The other was Toru next to her, and the last one was Asui, who "died" in a single attack yesterday in the fight.

She was in a bad mood too, but unlike the others, she died in a single attack yesterday and didn't fight anymore. Apart from her, every person who died had joined the fight again after a certain time.

The person who participated in the fight the most among them was Mineta. Every time he died in fight, ignoring Blake's words, he got up again and tried to fight him.

Even Midoriya hadn't tried to fight back as hard as he did. Yes, he too had joined the fight over and over again, ignoring the rules, but Mineta was by far the one who stood up and fought the most.

Don't get wrong, it wasn't because he had great perseverance or indestructible determination. Rather, it was that he couldn't take it anymore and fought Blake to the death. He had shed tears, sweat, and blood the entire time, frantically throwing purple plastic balls at him.

In particular, he had spilled a great deal of blood. He was the one who took the most beatings from Blake, and as a result, his mouth and cheeks were full of swelling and bruises, his eyebrows were popped, and his eyes were covered with black panda eye stripes that even Recovery Girl couldn't heal.

In Momo's thoughts, the door opened and the teacher walked in. But he was not alone. Next to him was the small Nezu. He was wearing an elegant suit, his hands came in behind his back, and he watched the surroundings silently.

His brows furrowed more each second he continued to stare at the classroom. A sigh escaped his lips. The atmosphere in the classroom and the mood of the students were their works.

"Anyway…" Nezu nodded and prepared himself to speak. All they could do was go further, with full confidence that in a few days the students would be able to get out of this mood and make great improvements.

Nezu's thoughts were true, each of them would get over it in a few days. They would be more determined, more indestructible and unyielding than before, never again so arrogant and despising the people of the outside world.

After all, they were the main characters and that's how it was supposed to be.

...

Unlike at school, the situation at the Blake household was more moderate. Neither the girls nor Blake had given it a second thought, since the incident had nothing to do with anyone's family.

The morning heat was coming in through the open windows, and the scent of flowers and herbs filled the hall. The sounds of animals coming in through the windows and the wind tinkling tree leaves formed a beautiful melody.

Teka was fixing the problem with Blake's sweater, holding Blake's sweater in one hand, a thin stone needle in the other, and a piece of brown thread attached to the needle.

The fine needle in her hand was made of solidified lava. Teka had gathered several lava hairs from her hair, absorbed the heat from the lava and solidified it into a needle.

The thread attached to Teka's needle consisted of lava in her hair. Her hair had turned red-blond long ago. The thread was coming out of one of the strands of hair pinned behind her ear, getting darker with each inch and turning brown at the part attached to the thread.

Blake was worried at first that it would ruin the outfit, but when he touched the brown solidified lava thread, he realized that it was as delicate and soft as a hair. It was of higher quality than the material used to knit the sweater.

Teka was throwing one stitch over the other, as time went on the little problem with the sweater disappeared and the sweater got better. It wasn't a difficult thing to fix, but Teka did it very easily and smoothly.

It was surprising that a business woman like Teka was so skilled at knitting. This was not an understatement. Blake had never thought that a queen who ruled the world like Teka would rise to the level of being such a master at knitting.

'You don't have to be surprised. I have a son and four grandchildren. Although I did not personally see my last grandchild, Shoto, I raised four children in total. I'll knit them booties, clothes, and so on." Teka said after winding the brown yarn over the needle with one finger. She hadn't looked at Blake the entire time.

"Oh…" Blake leaned his elbow on the arm of the armchair, rested his chin on his hand, and made a faint sound of surprise before continuing to watch Teka.

The upright figure sitting in the armchair was patiently straightening his sweater for him. Moreover, instead of sending her to a tailor as normal rich women would do, she did this by hand. Her dignified figure shone in the faint light of the morning lights.

Blake just sat there and watched Teka. He didn't say a word, or make a single move or move that bothered Teka. His gaze of admiration and secret affection was fixed on Teka's dignified figure.

He wasn't looking at her two great mountains or her one-handed waist or her hips, not even her mouth-watering legs. Blake watched Teka's face the entire time with a small smile.

Teka was well aware of this. She continued to knit indifferently, threading the needle with her finger when necessary. With her stern expression and relentless movements, she might seem unimpressed, but storms were brewing inside her.

She was aware of Blake's attitude towards her. She was always aware of these feelings, which began on that sinful day, perhaps later.

She was a queen, de facto ruling the world and sitting on the world. As a queen, she had long ago acquired the ability to see the hidden emotions of people and had honed them for years. How is she not aware of Blake's feelings?

But being aware and responding to it were two completely different things.

Although Teka was aware of Blake's pure love from the beginning, she could not reciprocate him. Yoshino had disappointed her many times, crushed her heart, and said cruel words to him, still she could not leave him and have a relationship with another man.

[EN: Soon this situation will end.]

Despite everything said above, she couldn't do it. The relationship, which lasted more than half a century and almost a century, was not something Teka could easily throw aside.

And despite all this, she was still in love with Yoshino. Although she was confused, her emotions were mixed, and she kept a storm in her heart every day, her love for Yoshino was as strong as the first day.

Well, maybe there were cracks. Too much, but still holding on to this love.

In short, she couldn't reciprocate Blake's feelings.

However, despite this, she hadn't said anything to Blake, hadn't interfered with his feelings. If it had been anyone else, she would have pushed him away, even if it meant beating him.

But Blake was her old good friend, son-in-law, and a man who loved her silently. He didn't bother her, didn't give her bad looks, didn't helplessly confess his love to her. He silently loved her, watching her lovingly on the sidelines and silently supporting her, as he did now.

"Blake…" Teka bit her lower lip. Her hand stopped moving, she lowered knitting kit and gave Blake a confused look. She had a slightly helpless, soft expression on her face.

Although she didn't want to interfere with Blake's feelings, she had to tell him to let her go. Blake's precious and generous feelings should have gone to her grandchild or other women he loved. It was a waste of his dedication to herself, for which she received no recompense.

''Yes?' Despite realizing what Teka was about to say, Blake did not back off or run away. He looked into her eyes, a faint smile hung on his face.

"..." Teka's fingers trembled as she looked at Blake. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She lowered her head, her eyelids slightly closed.

"Isn't it in vain?" That was all she could say. She didn't think Blake had done anything wrong. One could love whatever one wanted, and it was heartless to mess with or scold him, as long as it didn't offend the other party. Blake's undisturbed affection, in particular, made it more impossible for Teka to scold him.

''Hmm? Vain? No, definitely not. Like I said before, every second is worth it." Blake placed his hands on both arms of the chair and stood up. He headed for the kitchen, leaving a few words behind him as he passed Teka.

"And there will be no other example."

His words caused lightning to flash through Teka's mind, and her emotions stirred even more. For a moment she forgot what she was doing and stared blankly at the hall.

She had realized the meaning behind Blake's words. Blake was telling her that he was giving her great favour, and that there would never be another woman in his life for whom he would be so passive. That word alone revealed Teka's place his heart.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her heart ached as if there was a boil in her numb heart. Her fingertips were numb from the emotional pain, and her depression was growing.

"Yoshino... if only you could be 5% of Blake's..." Teka once again compared her husband, who had disappointed her repeatedly, to Blake. If Yoshino had acted in their relationship as much as 5% of Blake, she wouldn't have that kind of feeling right now. She could have rejected Blake harshly.

As the two of them finished their conversation, the sleepy Fuyumi descended the stairs. This was also the reason why Blake stopped speaking, he didn't want it to be known to the others until the two of them had their private matters settled.

Coming down the stairs, Fuyumi's plain pajamas were wrinkled and her hair disheveled. Her eyes were closed as she walked and she was rubbing her eyes with her hands.

As soon as she entered the same environment with Blake, she was locked into Blake. She turned towards Blake, her eyes still closed. She came in front of him and rested her head on his firm chest and rubbed her face.

Blake smiled warmly. He started rubbing her messy morning hair. Fuyumi muttered softly, wrapping her arms around Blake's waist and continuing to rub her face.

A sadistic glint appeared in Blake's eyes, he approached the sleepy Fuyumi's ear and blew lightly, then spoke.

"Fuuu*... Good morning, baby. I was so lonely at night without you."

Fuyumi jumped lightly, her little ears twitching violently and continued to twitch with Blake's exhale. A sweet blush appeared on her face, the rash spread to her ears and gradually took on a deep red hue. Fuyumi buried her head in Blake's chest.

"Not being able to hold you like this at night... fuu* Falling asleep with your thoughts... fuu* You're so cruel~" Blake continued to exhale without mercy. Fuyumi's ears continued to twitch sweetly until she looked so small in front of Blake's figure. Her face was getting more and more red.

A small smile bloomed on her face. She threw a weak punch at Blake's chest. Even though Blake's words were fake, it felt so good.

Slap!

"Don't think I'm lying. I feel really lonely without you." As if her thoughts were heard by Blake, Blake grabbed her plump thigh with one hand and squeezed. His fingers dug into her flesh, the soft flesh coming out from between his fingers.

How could the timid Fuyumi dare to deny Blake after these words? She shook her blood-red face head wildly, and she grasped his hand to stop him.

She liked it when Blake held her like this, and she wanted to stay that way longer, but worried that if she did, her brain might melt from the blood and heat splattering on her head.

Blake smiled sarcastically, his sadistic gaze getting even more intense, but he restrained himself. That's enough sugar boosts for today, he had a long life to bully this girl.

He squeezed her hips once more before releasing them. He let go of his hips. He looked at the sleepy girl and spoke.

'I'm a little thirsty. Can you make me some tea?" Blake asked with a slight smile.

"After bullying me like that, you've got the face to want it." Despite saying that, she escaped Blake's arms. After stretching a little, she made her way to the kitchen.

"What kind of tea would you like?"

"Hm... I want to drink something light today."

''OK. Sit down. I will prepare it for you."

Blake returned to his seat. Teka was back to normal when Fuyumi walked in. She even took the initiative to talk to Blake and used simple words to talk about everyday topics. Blake accompanied him, talking to her as he waited for Fuyumi to make some tea.

The two of them had such conversations sometimes, and Fuyumi, accustomed to it, did not suspect anything. She entered the living room with a tray of tea. She poured tea first for Teka, then for herself, and finally for Blake, then put the tea pot on the table and waited for the others to wake up.

The girls were waking up and going down as time went on. Nejire ran towards Blake with her eyes closed and sat on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder, then continued to sleep.

The girls nodded with a helpless smile and joined the others for tea.

After an hour, Eri came home. Blake left the sleeping Nejire in the single chair to prepare the dinner and headed to the kitchen.

After preparing food, they set the table and sat down to eat. The meal was enjoyable for each of them, especially listening to Eri, who is becoming more talkative, about her daily life with childish excitement.

After the meal, the girls took turns getting their Bentos and left the house to go about their daily lives. Nejire and Nemuri went to school, Fuyumi and Eri went to primary school, while Rumi left home to complete their daily routine and return home as soon as possible.

Blake watched the girls go through the door. He waved to each of them along the way. He watched the girls under the pale blue sky, which had turned yellow. When they were out of sight, he turned and headed downstairs.

"She's downstairs, isn't she?" Blake kept going downstairs, in response to his question. Behind him, she heard Teka's voice struggling with her emotions.

"Yes, she is."

''Good. Let's question this troubled girl for a bit." The downstairs door opened. Blake's black hole-like eyes gleamed with cold killing intent, like two lanterns piercing the darkness.

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I want to explain something in this chapter. The main character is not willing to wear a green hat for Teka's sake. NTR, Cheating and its genres will never be found in this series.

Blake is willing to passively watch her and not actively recruit her into the harem without making a move for Teka's sake, and as it is said in the episode, there will be no more examples.


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