Chapter 94: Little Visitor

Blake watched the ceiling for a while. His gaze was drawn to the phone next to him. The phone glowed dimly in the darkroom, the only thing visible on the screen was the clock.

8:00

It was eight in the morning. The only glass in the room brought the glow of the still-orange sky into the room, illuminating the darkroom.

A musty smell hung in the room. If I had to compare this smell to anything, it would be sex. Every part of the room was filled with the intense scent of sex and mating. Not even the tiniest bit escaped the sexual fluids of the two people in the room.

The room was somehow quite familiar. It was quite similar to the sight of that sinful day with Teka. The only thing missing was broken and damaged furniture. The main reason this didn't happen was that Blake and Nejire didn't want to damage their home.

Blake exhaled with a little pride. He was proud because the image before him now contained the same ferocity and passion as the sinful day with Teka. By comparison, aside from the broken furniture, the scene before him was more passionate.

It had to be borne in mind that the sinful night they spent with Teka was created by an aphrodisiac powerful enough to affect even him. But the current image did not have any external factors, only two people had passionate feelings.

How can he not be proud?

Blake glanced at the clock once more. He glanced at the clock again and again, not because he was curious about it, but because he was confirming something he liked.

His passionate moments with Nejire had begun at 7 p.m and ended at 7 a.m. They had made love non-stop for 12 hours, half a day.

Well, that wasn't a problem for him. He was sweating a little, but other than that, there was no sign of fatigue. However, he still began to enjoy doing such things for a long time with the woman he loved.

As for Nejire, she had been sleeping next to him for an hour. She had her bare body pressed against his chest, and her two feet encircled one of his feet. Blake was constantly rubbing her hair with his arm, which Nejire used as a pillow, and a peaceful smile formed on her face with the sense of security that came from his action.

An alarming amount of sperm was flowing non-stop from Nejire's vagina. The amount of sperm was large enough to label Nejire as pregnant at a glance. Fortunately, she had used a powerful birth control pill.

"Fuu…" Blake lifted his chin and let out a sigh of pleasure. For him, who hadn't even masturbated in a year, last night was like a night of purification. The lust that haunted him but hadn't had the chance to get it out eventually dissipated.

However, on the other hand, his lust has increased many times more than before. Last night was a passionate day that he will never forget, and he longed for more.

He didn't think to force Nejire. If she wanted to, they would continue to have rough sex like this, but if she didn't, he would just keep up with her and go at Nejire's pace.

For Blake, sex was not a job of gratification or his life's purpose. For him, sex was a tool to have a good time with the women he loved and deepen their relationships. The pleasure was secondary, and he never thought of enjoying it alone.

Blake combed his hair back with his free hand. He put his hand on the bed and lifted himself.

"Hm!" At least he tried, but the periwinkle energy orb he had wrestled with throughout the night, realizing he was going to go, raised her hand and grabbed his arm. She failed, however, and when she tried to hold him, her hand fell on the bed, fingers rubbing against his skin.

They wrestled all night long and continued to cummed non-stop, making love for 12 hours without sleep. It would be very surprising if she still had power after all this.

''You need to sleep. I'll take a day off for you from school today." Blake touched between her scowls and pushed her onto the bed. Nejire raised her hand again to follow him, but she was "forced" to stay in bed with Blake's light slap on the hip.

Nejire went back to bed with a cute moan. Her lips curled down and she scowled, bringing her body to where Blake had just gotten up. Her pout melted like a piece of snow left outside on a summer's day, a beautiful smile blooming on her face.

Blake smiled tenderly. His eyes narrowed gracefully. After kissing Nejire on the lips, he headed for the bathroom.

He wiped off the dirt and solidified liquids with cold water. He made sure to scrub his body well before leaving the bathroom. They had made love in various positions and shapes all night, almost every part of his body covered with a dried medley of fluids.

After taking a refreshing bath, he put on his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. He kissed Nejire's lips one last time and headed down.

He reached for the towel on his shoulder and rubbed his wet hair. He had cut his hair and was back to his old messy state.

He had decided to keep the long hair on a whim. He didn't have a plan to stay with long hair all the time, he decided to cut his hair while he was taking a bath.

Unlike the others, cutting his hair was not a problem for him. As long as he transferred some speed power to the hair follicles on his skull, his hair would grow back.

He went down the stairs. Drops of water flowed from his skin, which was smoother and whiter than women's. He was familiar with Teka's wake-up routine and didn't feel the need to cover his upper body since everyone else in the house was his girlfriend, except her.

He went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. The girls had a little too much to drink yesterday. Considering they were drinking for the first time, Blake thought they were going to have a violent hangover. So he decided to prepare something good for them.

Bam! Bang! Boom!

Hard knocks and the sound of something hard hitting the wall echoed in Blake's ears. Blake frowned. His body rippled, and the next second he appeared in the underground training ground.

"Hm?" He looked at what was in front of him as he continued to rub his hair with the towel in his hand.

Rumi was training in various ways at the training ground. When Blake appeared in the room, she threw a punch that ripped into the air, followed by a hard elbow strike of the fist. She let her body fall forward, put her hands on the ground, turned her body 180 degrees, and kicked the punching bag.

BAMM!!

With a loud slap, the punching bag split in two. The iron filings stuffed inside the sandbag spread into the air, the iron filings following Rumi's feet illuminating the room like a comet.

Whether it's Rumi or Blake, they stopped training with sandbags a long time ago. They were falling apart before they could even withstand their simple attacks, and the feeling of hitting was disappearing day by day. The idea of ​​a punching bag filled with iron powder had occurred to Rumi.

Blake had no problem with that, so he opened up his entire budget to her and said she could take as much as she wanted.

What is the result? At the edge of the room were dozens of sandbags filled with iron powder, and more were hidden in secret compartments.

Blake shifted his gaze from Rumi to the edge of the room. The edge of the room, the right corner to be precise, contained the remains of over 100 sandbags. The floor was covered with iron dust that glowed under the light.

Blake cast a glance at her troubled face. Rumi was breathing heavily as if she was trying to suppress something and trying to bring herself into the fight. Her chest heaves violently, a subtle reddish tint showing through her chocolate-colored skin.

Blake disappeared from where he was. He left behind a white stripe running towards Rumi. The white lightning stripe followed a curved path along the road and reached Rumi.

Rumi's erect ears trembled, her ears turned to where the hoarse voice came from. She strengthened her feet and jumped.

The next second a hand appeared, punching the area where her spine had been the second before. If she hadn't jumped, this punch of frightening power and momentum would have shattered her spine.

Rumi turned her body in the air. She grabbed Blake's arm with one hand, turned her body a full circle, and kicked him in the face. Her wild smile, which can't tell when it came out, looked beautiful in her white hair that fluttered uncontrollably.

Time seemed to slow down, Blake held his hand in front of his face and slapped it lightly, pushing it aside. His body shifted in a tenth of a second. He was currently hanging on a handstand upside down, his kick aimed at Rumi's face.

Rumi's eyes widened. In another second, she retracted her kick. She bent both legs and intended to kick Blake in the stomach.

Blake retracted his kick in another second. Their bodies were still suspended in the air, but due to the speed of their fight, their fight was moved from the ground to the air.

He let go of Rumi and fixed his hands in front of his stomach. As his fights were in midair and he had to forcefully turn his body over and over, he had no choice but to surrender to gravity. All he could do was connect with Rumi and wait to pick up her momentum.

However, Rumi immediately withdrew her attack. She had realized Blake's intentions and quickly changed her attack method, bending her body forward and…

She headbutted him.

Tud!!

Blake did not dodge the attack. They were very close to each other, in the air and being held by Rumi. Most importantly, he did not want to use his speed when fighting her, he liked to fight with pure combat instinct and reflexes.

The attack brought a shock wave behind it, strong winds swept away the iron filings from the ground. Blake's body hit the ground hard. The entire training ground was shaking violently.

Iron filings on the ground were lifted into the air, the ground cracked and a crater was exposed.

The two at the center of the crater looked into each other's eyes. Blake rubbed a hand on her cheek. Rumi clamped Blake's hand between her cheek and shoulder and began rubbing her cheek with his hand.

"Good morning." She grabbed Blake's good hand with both hands. These hands, which had worked as hard as her, were somehow very soft but did not feel envious. It was just another of the mysterious and private aspects of the man she loved. Her amorous and flirtatious gaze fell on Blake.

''Good morning. That's enough education. It's time for dinner." Blake said in a firm tone as he looked at her tenderly.

"Okay." She said so but showed no sign of getting up. Rather, she buried her head in her shoulder, her ears taking their usual place on Blake's face. She wrapped her legs around his waist and acted perkily.

Blake shook his head with a helpless smile. He put his hand on the ground, lifted himself, and cleaned the dust off himself and Rumi.

He left her as she was. He picked up his towel from the floor, whipped it, put it on her shoulders, and headed for the kitchen.

As he approached the kitchen, he set her down on the living room sofa. He placed one of the juicy carrots in her hands to nibble on. After rubbing the tip of one of her ears between his fingertips, he went to the kitchen.

Rumi looked at the juicy carrot in her hand. Her lips curved upward. She shook her head with a mocking expression. In her life, only Blake could treat her, the proud and fighting mad Rumi Usagiyama, like a baby bunny.

She didn't seem to have a problem with it, as she hungrily ate the carrot in large bites. Hmm, the carrot was quite tasty and juicy. Bunny ears twitched with interest, she had to ask Blake to buy more of these.

Blake watched the woman eat the carrot with interest for a while. Rumi held the carrot with both hands, closed her eyes, and ate it with a small smile as if savoring its flavor. Her ears were going back and forth.

Blake stopped watching her after a while and walked into the kitchen with a pleasant smile. Watching his lover for a while, his energy was renewed and his sleep disappeared without a trace.

He raised his arms and stretched. A small breath escaped his lips. He was thinking about what to do as he took out the plates and pots.

After thinking for a while, he decided to go with breakfast. For the girls' livers, which had weathered overnight, he would make a salad with lots of tomatoes. Egg foods for headaches, toast with honey to support their falling sugars, and lots of water.

''Looks fine. Let's go with this." He acted as he decided.

He cut more than ten tomatoes into cubes. He made a vitamin C-rich salad with lettuce, a little lemon juice, arugula and parsley, and a few veggies. He cut the bread evenly and placed them in the toaster.

He placed the pan on the stove and turned on the fire. He took the eggs and broke the egg with one hand while he was busy with something else. After he spread the egg in the pan, he began to fry it.

He filled a bowl with honey. He stopped, and after thinking for a while, he decided to add some kinds of jam to a few bowls. How could his girls be satisfied with only honey?

Mama Blake stepped in. He wanted to fix their hangovers, and on the other hand, he wanted to fill their stomachs.

The food was being prepared one after the other, the dinner table was getting more and more full with each passing second. Blake filled the pitcher with water and placed it in the middle of the table.

Rumi watched as Blake prepared the meals. She had her arm resting on the back of the sofa, her head resting on her arm and she was supporting her head with her hand facing the ceiling. She exhaled tenderly. Watching Blake cook with a focus was a satisfying and beautiful activity.

Rumi's willow-like brows furrowed. A sad expression appeared on her face. She had trained through the night and paid no attention to anything else to suppress certain instincts and desires.

As a result, she was currently suffering from intestinal problems.

She put her hand on her belly. After giving Blake one last glance, she headed for the bathroom.

Ding Dong!

The bell rang in the hall. Blake, who was in the kitchen preparing the meals, ignored the bell, thinking that Rumi would be looking at the door. After grating the skins, he peeled off the skins of the fruits and threw them into the juicer.

Ding Dong!

The bell sounded once again. Blake poured the juices into a glass, tossed in a pinch of grated peel, and added a little sugar for flavor. When he finished their juices, he placed them in the fridge to keep them cold until the girls woke up.

Ding Dong!

Blake's brows furrowed. He stuck his head out of the kitchen door and looked inside. He didn't see a rabbit woman opening the door.

"Rumi, can you look at the door?"

''...''

"Rumi!"

''...''

"Haah..." Blake called out to Rumi twice, but the other party didn't answer. He realized that there was nothing he could do. Wiping one hand on the towel, he headed for the door.

He opened the door and prepared to speak to the person who knocked on the door. However, he did not see anyone. He tilted his head slightly.

Leaning forward, he looked to either side of him, but no one was there. The front of the door was as desolate as the street, empty from the rising sun.

"A-Ano…" Blake was thinking of closing the door. A voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head to where the sound came from.

A girl was standing there. Her small body was just over a meter long. Her cream-colored boots fit her perfectly. She wore a white ruffled white shirt and a red apron with gold buttons on either side of her chest, over black socks made for children.

She had bluish, dirty-white hair that went down to her waist. Her hair was parted in the middle, flowing down her shoulders.

Her most notable feature was her small horn above her right eyebrow.

Similar to Rumi, she had red eyes, but unlike the fearless gaze of the unyielding bunny woman, she had a timid and hesitant look. Combined with the persistent fearful expression on her face, she looked like a little rabbit that might run away from a sudden movement in her surroundings.

"A-Ah…" The girl took a step back when she met Blake's gaze. The hand holding the strap of her purse with a pink flower hanging on it clenched. Her joints turned white. She stopped before speaking.

"T-This is… Gokugoku* XXXXX address?" The girl swallowed nervously. The black eyes staring at her were too heavy for her. Her little body began to tremble, and a great panic began to rise within her. [EN *: Goku, swallow effect.]

''Yes. This is it." Blake couldn't make sense of her sudden panic. However, so as not to startle the girl, he took a step back and smiled.

"..." The girl did not answer. She was holding the strap of her bag with both hands to calm her trembling body, tilting her head from side to side, thinking about what to do in this situation.

After a moment of silence, she managed to gather her courage and spoke, looking into Blake's eyes.

''I-I'm sorry. I-I must have been wrong. G-Good morning and go-goodbye... sir." The last word was out of her mouth against her will. Although Blake's handsome face made a simple good first impression on her, she panicked because of the long mental torture and involuntarily called him "sir".

She turned around and took small steps away from the door. But that didn't help at all. The gaze she could feel on her back burned her back and made her timid heart beat violently. She wanted to run away from here, it was difficult for her to breathe like an asthma patient.

She reached my pavement. She lowered her stance and looked over her shoulder at Blake to check if he was still looking at her. He was still there, but it looked as if he intended to close the door.

"Huff…" She took a deep breath, then slipped her small hand into her bag. She took out a piece of paper and looked at the address written on it.

XXXXX (Address Location)

This was the position she knew and man approved of. She's confused. That was the address the Onee-chans gave her, but she didn't remember them talking about the most handsome onii-san she had seen by far.

"What should I do?" She rubbed her little horn with her fingertip to show her confusion. It was one of her little habits.

After thinking for a while, she decided to go back and contact onee-chans. However, at that moment, she heard a voice interrupting her thoughts.

"Hey, are you Fuyumi's student?"