Chapter 64: Accept

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Momo was sitting on a branch of a tree, her legs dangling as she looked down. She had her palms on her sides and was watching the surroundings with changing emotions on her face.

Her heart was warm, covered with a warm warmth that she might have been addicted to as opposed to uncomfortable heat. Butterflies were flying in her stomach. Her gaze was fixed on the person next to her like a magnetized metal.

Her hand was currently being held by that person. His hand, big and strong compared to hers, had no intention of letting go of Momo's.

Blake was sitting next to Momo, waiting for her to gather her emotions. There was great confidence in his gaze as he gazed at the forest, his upturned lips gleaming with an attractive light.

That attitude and expression alone were enough to impress most girls, but that's not what Momo was looking at. What she was looking at was the emotions in his eyes.

His raven-black eyes gleamed with sunlight falling from tree leaves. Like a few precious stones in the coal dust, the sparkles were dazzling. Blake was looking at the world in front of him with love. It was as if he had just gained something very precious to him, and was thanking the world for what he had gained.

Blake squinted in satisfaction. He took a deep breath through his nose. He turned his head slightly and looked into Momo's eyes.

"You didn't answer." Blake grinned painstakingly.

"A-Ah... true...'' Momo stuttered. Her beautiful expression was covered in a sweet flurry. She was so obsessed with Blake's words and actions that she forgot she wasn't responding to his confession.

Her flurry dissipated after a few seconds, and peace and tranquility took its place. She looked into Blake's eyes. Her gaze with similar feelings; shone with love and care.

"I would love to join your harem." She was already a member of them, it was just not official. But Momo knew she was one of them.

Blake treated her the way he treated the others. He was getting her opinion like a member of his family at family events. At the dinner table, there was always a bowl of hot food for her, even though she was out of the family and a guest. They invited her to all the events they did as a family.

There was no way Momo wouldn't understand things in a situation like this. She had long ago realized she was a member- half-member of his harem and was waiting to confess to Blake or wait for him to confess. And what she had been waiting for finally came true, she officially became Blake's girlfriend.

When Momo finally joined Blake's harem, a sense of belonging filled her heart. She remembered a word her mother had said a long time ago.

'Remember my beautiful girl, live where you feel you belong in this life. Never mind our money, power, or influence. Just go where you feel belong. Your family will always support you.'

"Mom, I think I've found where I belong." Momo glanced at Blake, who sighed in acceptance. The hand holding her hand loosened slightly. It just showed how worried he was that she would reject him.

As she delicately looked at Blake, she placed her other hand on Blake's hand and rested her body on his. She rubbed her fingers against his skin, put her palm on Blake's hand, and began to hold his hand from both sides.

Yes, she felt complete.

***

"Oh, it just occurred to me that you're not on good terms with your friends?" Blake looked at her worriedly as they walked through the woods and headed towards their destination. The hands holding Momo's hand clenched slightly. He didn't want his girlfriend to fight or didn't get along with her friends.

If that happened, he could simply isolate her from them and spend time with Nejire and Momo. Still, this applied to someone like him who had a different perspective on society than usual, he know how hard it was for a normal girl like Momo not to get along with her friends.

"Why would you think that?" Momo sweetly held Blake's hand.

Now she was beginning to understand exactly why the girls were so happy all day. Even though she hadn't tasted the "Honey Torture" or "Sweet Bullying" the girls were talking about, Blake's anxiety felt so good.

"I was looking at you from afar and saw that you were unhappy with them." Blake had arrived on the hill where the car was standing long ago. He was killing time under a tree on the hill behind the hill.

When students 1-A came to the edge of the hill, he began to watch them from the top. When Momo got out of the vehicle, Blake had intended to go over to them but stopped as he saw the distressed expression on her face.

Momo's expression was as if she didn't want to be with her friends, or rather she wanted to be with others instead of her friends, and he had some guesses from her expression. Still, he had to ask. If things were different than he thought, he could intervene and isolate her from her friends and devote all his time to her at school.

"Haha… No, it's okay." Momo chuckled heartily. She lightly punched Blake's chest and spoke.

'This is because of you. Your harem is so beautiful that the time I spend with my friends is not enjoyable. I just wanted you to be by my side, that's all."

"Understandable. Each one is more special than the other and increases the desire to be there for you, which is one of the reasons why I fell in love with them." Blake turned to her and, in a gentle way, stuck her nose between his fingers.

"And.. you're one of them."

Blake took a step forward as he lightly pinched her nose. The strength of his body and her hand holding Momo's nose caused Momo to back off step by step. One step, two steps, three steps… after a few steps, Momo was leaning against a tree, looking into Blake's face.

Blake's face was getting close to her every second. Momo blushed with a mixture of happiness and shame, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips as she waited for what was to come.

"You don't want our private moment to be interrupted, do you?" Contrary to her thoughts, Blake whispered in her ear instead of kissing her. Momo opened her eyes, looked over Blake's shoulder, and realized what he was talking about.

Right behind Blake, a few feet from them, behind the bushes, was a monster. İt was two meters tall and ıts body was made of earth, soil needles coming out of ıts back from various angles.

It stood on both feet with ıt back to them, surveying the surroundings. It could only see them when ıt turned at a 180-degree angle, but this did not happen due to Blake's positioning.

They had been looking at each other all along, never taking their eyes off each other for a second. Still, it was surprising that Blake was able to know the beast and its point of view.

"Hm." Momo nodded. As Blake said, she didn't want their private moments to be interrupted. But it's not like she was not disappointed. She thought...

Blake smiled as if noticing the girl's hidden sadness. He put a finger to her lips before whispering. He began to caress her lips, which were full and smooth, a healthy pink, with his fingers.

He brought his face close enough to touch their noses. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he stroked her lip, his charming gaze was studying Momo. The two were close enough to feel each other's breath and smell their body.

Momo's heart was beating with timid excitement like a gazelle. Blake's breaths caressed Momo's face, and the heavy breaths she could feel against her skin made her skin turn red even more. She inhaled Blake's masculine scent. She must say, it didn't smell bad at all. On the contrary, it smelled very good. Unlike sweat and various scents, it was a unique scent that was as addictive as the scent of the forest.

"I'd like to do this at a more special moment. For example, when we are alone... without anyone interrupting us... just the two of us... alone... passionately... without stopping and without having to stop...'' Blake's word was covered in the charm of a demon. With each word, his voice gradually muted and he began to whisper the last words so that only she could hear them. His black eyes shone with lust and desire.

His whisper seemed to be covered in honey, the effect getting stronger as he lost tone, affecting Momo more. Each word made his heart flutter with excitement. Even her neck reddened at the last word. She took both of her hands caressing Blake's hand and squeezed it excitedly.

She thought it could be very beautiful. Kissing alone, non-stop, unaffected… was a demon contract worth signing, and Momo's entire body was burning with excitement and anticipation for the moment.

She nodded wildly.

"It's good. Good girls should be rewarded. Even though I don't reward you now when that time comes...'' Blake put his finger to her chin and raised Momo's head slightly.

"I will make sure to reward well. Let's go for now."

"Hm…" Momo muttered fondly. Her gaze at Blake was scorched with warmth, her expression the same as that of a girl melting with love.

Blake grabbed Momo's hand and started walking through the trees. Momo recovered after a while, walking alongside Blake with a healthy rash on her face and great anticipation for their special moments.

**

Three hours passed. The sounds of screams and explosions continued to come from within the forest, and the areas close to the explosions continued to tremble. Contrary to the clear skies, a fierce battle was raging in the forest, and the disciples, no matter how strong they were, were getting rout after rout.

The creatures in front of them were controlled by pro-hero Pixie-Bob No. 411. Pixie-Bob's experience and habits to her Quirk were incomparable to those who had just begun to train their Quirks in earnest.

Of course, every student in this forest would pass her by one day, perhaps closer than the thought that day. Unfortunately, that day was not today, and every one of them, including Bakugo, was being beaten up.

Except for Shoto.

Shoto had spent his days in Teka's training. The Ice Quirk was still uninspired, on the contrary, the Fire Quirk had been trained many times over two months.

What was the result?

Shoto was resting on a tree branch. With one foot resting on the tree, he was shaking the other foot lazily. He had an apple in his hand that was unknown where he got it, and he waved his hand towards a certain place as he took a big bite of the apple.

Strong flames encircled his arm for a moment. A moon-shaped wave of flame shot out from his arm and severed the head of the earth monster that lurked in the far distance, burning it so that not even the dust remained.

Shoto took another bite of the apple. Only the litter of apple remained. He tossed the apple into the air, flicking the gravitational apple the next second as it passed right in front of his face.

A small spark came out of Shoto's fingers and touched the apple core. As the apple stick flew through the air, it turned into a ball of fire and pierced through the eye of a monster 15 meters away, causing its head to explode.

This was just a part of Shoto's development and his friends were stunned when they saw his cool demeanor. Especially Izuku's eyes were shining. He was burning with the desire to write what he saw on paper, unfortunately, the paper on which he wrote the hero's information was not here.

But that wasn't the main issue.

Three hours later, Blake and Momo were out of the woods and walking towards the group that was looking at them, or rather Blake, with disapproving looks.

They could have done this a long time ago. The strength of the jungle monsters was not worth mentioning to Blake, and to Momo they were more than just snacks. Momo had a thousand ways to beat them.

Half an hour aside, they could be out of this forest in 10 minutes, but Blake didn't want to draw too much attention to their superiors, or rather Momo's.

He knew how oppressive and invasive this heroic society could be in the name of goodwill and integrity. Especially at the head of the U.A., Nezu had a crazy mindset and was worried that he might interrogate her if they got too much attention.

Rather, he was worried about what he could do to them. If they questioned his girlfriend too much and hurt her feelings, he could do undesirable things to them.

Blake decided to spend time in the woods to avoid all this. Momo didn't refuse a one-on-one date and a jungle walk, so she kept up with him.

It was exactly 12:30, the sun was in the open sky, illuminating the earth from the top. The songs of the birds combined with the rustling of trees create a peaceful atmosphere.

Blake and Momo kept talking. When they came to the front of the group, Aizawa opened his mouth and spoke.

''Blake-kun, you can't do that. Even if you are a semi-teacher, you are still a teacher and you cannot favor or help any student. I understand what your intentions are, but you mustn't hinder Momo's development for your personal feelings." With tired eyes, Aizawa took a brief but meaningful glance at the two of them joined hands.

Blake's harem relationship was known not only to the U.A., but also to people who regularly followed the events in U.A. Nejire Hado, Rumi Usagiyama, Momo, and perhaps Midnight were each known to either be in Blake's harem or be a target.

So much so that people who admired Blake, his looks, or his unusual actions started a fan page and started a discussion about his harem targets and potential people.

Yes, there was a section that admired Blake. This world was not black and white and was found in people who loved Blake's cold demeanor and ruthless side.

Aizawa and other teachers had recently learned of Blake's harem. They didn't support it, but they didn't meddle in him and his relationship.

But this relationship began to undermine the development of Momo, who could become a great hero in the future, Aizawa had to say something.

The training session they prepared for the students was not always something they could do. The number of the villain was increasing day by day, and as a result, the time they could educate students was diminishing. Moreover, soon the students would receive their Provisional hero licenses and be able to intervene in villain events.

After that, their time to train them would be shortened. Forest Camp and times like that were gold to them, and Aizawa didn't want Momo to be deprived of it just because of private feelings.

"True... It was an important education for the students, wasn't it?'' Blake shrugged. Instead of answering Aizawa directly, he returned to Momo.

"Momo, I took this opportunity away from you, are you mad at me?"

"Angry? No, I don't care." Momo waved her hand in a moderate expression. Her fight in the woods was going to do her no good. As they walked through the woods, she saw a few of them fighting and realized they wouldn't force herself.

"Did you see that? The person said she didn't care. There's nothing wrong with it." He pointed to Momo with a justifiable expression before walking past Aizawa and the group.

Aizawa grit his teeth. He wanted to stop Blake and send Momo back, but he didn't.

First of all, Momo was already capable of beating him. Aizawa didn't think it was a fluke. He watched the recordings that day, saw how clear and precise Momo's movements were.

It was clear that she had planned what she would do in the exam, and the planning stage was one of the key points in heroism. Momo had done it almost flawlessly, and Aizawa had sincerely acknowledged his defeat after watching the recordings that day.

As things stand, Momo didn't have to attend the first event of the forest camp. If they hadn't lost their surprise factor, maybe they could have pushed her, but they had lost the surprise factor.

Also, Blake had no intention of leaving her, nor did she have any intention of leaving him. Aizawa had no choice but to helplessly let this event slide.

Blake and Momo walked side by side, almost reaching the door of the building, as Aizawa stared at the backs of the two with mixed feelings and conflicting thoughts. However, at that time, a child appeared in front of the duo.

He had a short stature like Mineta. He was wearing a button-down collared shirt with short sleeves and dark shorts. He wore a red cap with two golden horns on the front.

The boy had strangely frowning eyebrows and an undisguised hostility in his eyes. As he looked at Blake, he clicked his tongue with frowns.

And he punched Blake's balls.

"Hey, watch out. If you want to meet someone, do it with your mouth. You can accidentally damage people's family jewelry." Blake frowned slightly at the boy's vicious gesture but ignored it, ignoring whatever a child did as long as it didn't go too far.

He caught the boy's fist and, with a slight movement, directed his punch aside. He then tapped the front of his hat to block his vision and walked past while rubbing his head.

"Tsk" Kota clicked his tongue, quickly picked up a stone from the ground, and threw Blake's head.

He hated heroes, mostly those who wanted to be heroes like Blake, and he was particularly frustrated that Blake didn't take him seriously.

"Pat*" With a low voice, Blake grabbed the stone with the back of his hand without turning around and randomly tossed it aside. He opened the door, joking with Momo and not looking back for a second as he walked in.

The door was slowly closing, Momo and Blake flirting. The two of them had happy expressions, but Kota's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at them right behind them.