Chapter 153: We Need To Talk, Imprisoned

The hallway fell silent as Blake and the others emerged from the courtroom. For a while, the only things that could be heard in the hallway were the shouts and the pounding of the hammer from the courtroom. As Blake left the room, those voices ceased and the corridors fell silent once again.

Rhythmic and varied footsteps were heard in the court corridors. The clear, harsh footsteps were accompanied by the sound of a multitude of footsteps behind him. A handsome young man appeared at the end of the corridor and started walking along the corridor.

Behind him was a crowd following him with distressed expressions. This rudeness, mostly heroes and cops, was not his followers, but the people who would accompany him to prison.

Where they passed, a shadow fell over them one moment, and the next they were illuminated by sunlight. The fresh sunlight coming from the glass-covered left wall and the fresh air coming in through the open windows near the roof brought a nice scent of wet earth behind it.

Where Blake and the others passed, there were various lawyers, judges, court workers, and ordinary people. Absolute disgust was added to the expressions of these people, who at first were wary of Blake and were uneasy around him. When they met him, their faces were wrinkled.

However, several middle-aged women and young girls were still blushing when they looked at his face. They didn't have any weird fetish or habits, Blake just looked a lot better than he should have.

Blake passed them carelessly. From the beginning, he neither hung up on his expressions nor listened to people whispering about him the moment they passed him. He continued to walk in a straight line, with those who encountered him stepping aside to make way for him.

It didn't take long for them to reach the door. But when they got there, Blake ran into a few people.

The harem group stood in front of the closed courtroom doors, probably waiting for his arrival. Nejire, Rumi, Nemuri, Momo, and Eri holding Momo's hand, and Ryukyu in the front; behind them was Rei and Fuyumi, and at the very back was Teka, head turned to the side, deep in thought. Having adorned themselves with various outfits, the girls looked very beautiful.

A tender smile bloomed on Blake's face as he met them. Ignoring the group behind him, he walked up to them and left them alone.

''You are here. When did you come?" He knew when they had arrived, they were under his watch the moment they entered the courtroom. Still, he asked.

"Well, we were still on the road. However, Teka-nee-san heard that man's words and raged. Finally, we suddenly found ourselves drawn here by her." Momo took a step forward. She grabbed Blake's hand. Blake began stroking her palm with his thumb. She chuckled with a pleasant smile.

"Haha... She was completely bubbling after the man's words."

"Fufu... She originally planned to enter the courtroom and beat that man until he swallowed his teeth, but we blocked her."

"It was difficult at first, but thanks to Rumi we were able to stop her."

"Hohou…" Blake's gaze turned to Rumi with interest. The chocolate-skinned bunny woman was staring at her with a neutral expression, her arms crossed in front of her chest as if it wasn't a big deal. But the tips of the ears were heaving forward as if shouting for praise. There was a secret desire in her eyes.

Blake's eyes shone with a sadistic light. She wanted to make fun of her by ignoring her, but it was no small thing. Stopping the angry Teka required even A.F.O to use a lot of tricky attacks.

However, Rumi was able to stop her on her own, or rather hold her until she calmed down. It was a huge success and deserves praise.

"Come here." He lifted his finger and gestured for Rumi to come. Rumi's eyes widened. She turned her head to the side and pursed her lips. She acted like she wasn't looking forward to this at all, but her steps were a little quick as she made her way toward him.

Pat!

She leaned her head against Blake's chest. Blake placed his hand under her silky white hair and began rubbing her neck. Rumi smiled pleasantly. The extra warmth she felt on her neck tickled her. Her tail began to tremble wildly.

Blake looked at Teka as he rubbed her neck. Teka had a nervous expression, her brows so furrowed that they were touching. Her face was sideways, her arms folded under her chest. She put the weight of her body on her right leg and involuntarily accentuated her sassy hips.

"Hm-Fu…" Teka took a deep breath, exhaling loudly through her nose. The rage at the man's words had not subsided, even now her lungs were heaving with anger, her chest heaving hard, causing two plump mountains to jump.

Blake has decided to leave Teka as she is for now. If she was one of his girlfriends, it would be a pleasure for him to get her unhappy pout off her face. But for now, he would leave her alone. For now...

Instead, his gaze went to Ryukyu, one of the two women who were new among them.

Ryukyu was standing one step ahead of Teka with her hands folded under her navel and a pleasant smile. Her eyes were closed, Blake wasn't sure how she could see it that way.

Blake let go of Rumi and headed for Ryukyu. The girls withdrew from them with pleasant smiles.

"Hm?" Ryukyu tilted her head, silently questioning Blake's intentions. Blake came in front of the beautiful woman. He scrutinized her from head to toe, starting from the tips of her toes.

Like the others, this new lover was a resplendent beauty. She had a curvy body that even her humble and gentle personality could not hide. Her slender waist was slender enough to be comfortably wrapped in one arm, her breasts fit snugly in his hands, but were slightly larger. Her hips are a bit overshadowed, but that was complemented by her beautiful legs.

Her distinctive straight yellow eyes gave her an exotic air. Her exposed shoulders were a healthy pink and glowed with a mouthwatering light.

The most appealing part was the bite mark Blake gave him. It might seem strange to others, but guarding the bite mark, as if revealing her owner, was a subtle move that would seduce most men.

Blake gave her a seductive look, licked his lip, and bowed his neck. Although Ryukyu didn't understand what he was doing, she didn't back down or reject his move, letting him do what he wanted.

Blake brought his face close to hers, bent his finger, and stroked her cheek. A sad feeling appeared in his eyes. This surprised the girls, especially Ryukyu. She took Blake's hand, pressed it to her cheek, and spoke.

"What's the matter?" She asked with unconcealed concern.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the love you deserve. And even though I marked you as mine." He rubbed his finger on her cheek. He pulled his finger down, reaching for her chin, leaving a warm mark on her soft cheek. Then he turned to the bite mark on her neck.

"M-Mhm~~ It's okay, I-I understand your situation. That's fine " Everywhere his finger ran, Ryukyu's heart trembled. The area of ​​skin Blake's finger touched was burning under it. A small rash appeared on her cheeks, her ears turned red. She groaned involuntarily.

The corner of Blake's lip curled up. He liked her answer. He also liked her blush. That was the best part about having new girlfriends, he loved discovering their faces that belonged only to him and would reveal only to him. Like Ryukyu's ear blush, for example. This was the reddest yet most adorable ear blush he had ever seen in his life.

Blake stopped when he reached the bite mark on the woman's neck. He traced a circle around the bite mark with his finger.

Ryukyu's slender body visibly trembled throughout. Her legs became weak, and a sweet electric current from the area Blake had touched suddenly spread throughout her body.

Blake lowered his head, pulled back his hand, and stuck his mouth out to the bite mark. Between the gazes of the girls and heroes, he bit once more just above the bite mark.

Ryukyu's eyes widened when Blake did this. The pupils of the eyes shrank. Her body trembled wildly. Her hands involuntarily went to Blake's back. Her fingers closed, clutching Blake's clothes.

''Hey! Stay away from her." Several heroes worried that Blake would do something to Ryukyu. After all, he had bitten her. They stepped forward, intent on stopping him.

But the girls wouldn't let that happen. They intended to stop them and explain the situation before anything specific happened. They knew Blake's act wasn't bad, he was just doing something that only the two of them could understand.

GRRRRRR!!

Before they could move on either side, a roar from the depths of one's throat, unlike the roar of any creature in this world, came out of Ryukyu's lips. The girls stopped in the middle of their steps, the heroes and the cops stopped moving, and they all looked at Ryukyu.

"Grrrrrr!!..." Ryukyu snarled at them, or rather the cops and heroes. Her teeth were clenched together. Her hands were in Blake's hair, rubbing it. Her vertical yellow eyes shone with anger and ferocity that a gentle and humble woman like her should not have.

They had a strange feeling that if the heroes and cops took a step further and spoiled their sweet moments, nothing good would happen. They couldn't make sense of their feelings, this expression, looks, and emotions were not like Ryukyu.

A quick note, once female Dragons choose their male, they become attached to them. Although they loved a lot about them, one of their favorite things was the sweet moments with their man. Although these moments changed from female dragon to female dragon, one common knowledge was that no one survived who spoiled the sweet moment of female and male dragons. And it was made by females.

At this moment, these people were about to spoil their sweet moments. Ryukyu's newly experienced instincts were activated, taking control, showing fangs and claws to those who would spoil their sweet moments.

And strangely, Ryukyu didn't go against these instincts, unlike the first time. She liked the sweet feeling of letting go of the disappointment caused by the monotony of her new relationship with Blake, and she didn't want anyone to spoil it.

If that happened, even though she didn't kill them or seriously injure them, she wouldn't hesitate to take control and throw a few punches.

Amid events, Blake continued what he was doing. Now and then he would force his teeth and use a little too much force to let her groan pleasantly. Ryukyu her his eyes fixed on the heroes the entire time, not even letting them experience muscle twitches.

"Mhaa…" He pulled his mouth back in a watery voice. This refreshed the bite mark on Ryukyu's neck that was closing in. She had a small red spot on her neck as he was sucking on it while biting it. The bite mark was covered with saliva. But neither side had a problem with that.

Blake lifted his head and looked at her passionate face. Ryukyu was watching him with eyes filled with desire and mating instinct that did not suit her at all. The cute blush in her ears splashed across her face. She bit her lower lip lightly, trying to hold herself back.

"You were delicious." He licked his lips. His sensual tone and passionate gaze made the woman close her eyes and savor the sweet trembling. She spoke with a beautiful smile.

''Thank you. Whatever you want.''

"Sure, I will."

Blake tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at the group, who was looking at the woman next to him with puzzled expressions. He grinned and whispered.

"I didn't expect you to do something like this."

"I didn't expect to do something like this either." Ryukyu scratched her cheek with a wry smile. She didn't expect her to do something like this. She didn't even know she had a side like that. It was a side that didn't fit her at all, but she didn't feel alienated. It was somehow natural to her.

"You can only show that side of you to me, My Female Dragon." Every possessive word from Blake made Ryukyu's heart flutter. She liked it so much that he marked her as his own that she couldn't put it into words.

She placed her hand over her heart, her crooked happy smile making her red cheeks even more attractive. Her eyes shone with meltingly hot happiness, she parted her lips and answered.

"Of course… erm… hm…." She thought for a moment to find the correct form of address. She could see that Blake was playing a little trick from his words, and she wanted to accompany him with the right tone.

"Lord… Husband?" She frowned and tilted her head as she finished the first half of her words. She wasn't quite sure of her words. For her, the word seemed very natural, but a little old and respectful. There was a royal formality that did not fit Blake's harem. But somehow she felt that she had to say it like that.

"Lord Husband? It has a good timbre but is very outdated. If you're going to address me like that, just say Dear Husband or just Husband." Blake winked at the woman. Ryukyu covered her mouth with her hands and giggled sweetly. She shook her head.

After Blake kissed her forehead one last time, he passed the girls. Regardless of the people watching, he gave Nejire a small but passionate kiss that was special to them. He gave Nemuri a juicy and fiery kiss, a short but quarrelsome kiss to Rumi that looked like a battle inside the mouth, and a short but meaningful kiss to Momo.

When it was Fuyumi's turn, he unconsciously leaned forward. Fuyumi's face lit up. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and waited for the kiss to come. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, it seemed she would finally get it.

Blake stopped midway through his movements. He looked at her kissing face.

"I'm still mad at you. No kisses for you." He pulled back and exhaled through his nose. He tossed his hair and walked past her.

Fuyumi slowly opened her eyes and watched Blake walking away. Her shoulders trembled, and a small chuckle escaped her lips. Small teardrops appeared at the corners of her eyes as if she had been relieved of a great burden.

She laughed instead of resentful because Blake's attitude was too funny to her. Blake's sullen childlike demeanor showed that his cold demeanor had broken and he was starting to forgive them, but as he said, he was still angry with them which meant that they had to try a little harder to reach him.

And she would gladly do it. Especially after seeing Blake's childish demeanor, she was even considering chasing after him like a spoiled high school girl.

"Hufff…" Rei placed her hand on her heart and exhaled. She was worried that Blake would still show her the solid ice side, but the ice cracked and began to leak the warmth of the sun it had been hiding inside.

While waving the liberation flag in her hand to the sky, "Youth" aligned her hand to her forehead with an honorable expression. They were saved. Life would be better after that, bright days awaited them. Small tears were dripping from her stern expression, like a soldier who had successfully survived a great battle.

Leaving three relieved girls behind him, Blake walked in front of Teka, who was the only one left, still unnerved, and stood one step away from her. He looked into the eyes of the woman, who was a few inches shorter than him, but Teka was looking ahead with a nervous expression, her head turned to one side and not looking at him.

"How's your body?"

"..." Teka did not answer directly. She glanced at Blake from the corner of her eye. She blinked, rolled her eyes, and spoke.

''I am good. Thanks to you, I have become much better than I was before." As she said, thanks to Blake, she not only got rid of the pressure and stress in her body but also regained her youth. She was much better than before.

"That's good to hear, but I have to confirm that you're okay." Without another word, Blake reached for her hand and grabbed the tips of her fingers.

Teka's pupils twitched. She hadn't expected Blake to do something like this all of a sudden. But she neither pulled her hand away nor shrugged Blake's hand. Most of her resistance to Blake had been broken by her mood swings, and she could tolerate such small gestures.

Other times, the only person who could touch Teka's body was the man she loved, her husband, Yoshino. Other than that, anyone who tried to touch her body would have to spend the rest of her life in bed.

But Blake was the only man besides her husband who could touch her body repeatedly, over and over again. He even went even further and entered parts that no one could have dreamed of, let alone touch.

She blinked, clasping her hands, then stared at Blake, who was studying her intently. Her gaze softened. This person had consistently managed to break through her resistance and walls, crossed the boundaries that should not be crossed again and again, and while doing so, he had gained a place in her body, heart, and soul without disturbing her.

And now they were here. Blake was worried that his tigress had been harmed and was examining it carefully. And the female tiger did nothing to prevent it, obediently letting the male tiger examine her.

Teka even had a small, charismatic smile as Blake studied her. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, she couldn't hide that she was enjoying this warm feeling of care.

"Okay, I checked. You don't have anything." Blake breathed a sigh of relief. Between Teka's gaze, his focused expression softened, and a small smile blossomed on his face.

Teka's little smile widened, her fingers unconsciously entwining Blake's. Blake didn't say anything, even if he noticed it. Continuing to hold her hand, he lowered his hand and looked at Teka.

"Blake... you're a very sinful man, you know that? You really know how to impress a woman." Getting to the point where she could make someone else's heart beat so hard, Blake was a man to be commended. His charm wasn't just about his looks.

One corner of Blake's lip curled up. He knew how powerful his charm and power to impress women was, but...

"As long as my charm affects the people I want to impress, I see no problem with being sinful."

''Well...''

"Girls and you."

''... Che*''

Teka clicked her tongue, turned her head violently to the side, and her hair swept forward. Her lava hair caressed Blake's cheek, but his skin was unharmed. It was as cool as a summer breeze, it didn't feel like lava at all.

"Haha…" Blake chuckled lightly. He turned around and walked towards the group. When he got in front of them, he headed for the door.

He came to the door. He put his hand on the door and pushed it lightly. Sunlight illuminated his face. He didn't come out, instead, he looked out the door for a moment and grinned slightly.

"Girls, you are not allowed to go outside. None of you will even look outside unless Teka allows it. You're going out the back door with her, understood?" He turned his head over his shoulder. The sunlight coming through the door illuminated his handsome face.

The girls looked at each other. They nodded, though they didn't understand why Blake said that. For the girls in the harem, Blake's stern side was irresistible. The newcomer Ryukyu couldn't stand against Blake; Rei, on the other hand, was essentially a calm and obedient housewife. There was no question of breaking the word of her husband, or rather the man she loved.

Teka still refused to look at Blake. Her head was turned in the direction Blake wasn't, her arms were under her chest with her body weight on one leg. She didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Blake.

But when Blake stepped forward and intended to go outside, she responded.

"Hm, leave it to me."

Blake stopped mid-step. The next moment he continued walking. Now that Teka agreed, he didn't have to worry about the girls. It was such a relief to know that there was a tigress to protect them while he was away.

Even though two very similar people were looking in different directions with their backs to each other, their unwavering faith in each other connected them with an invisible bond. Blake had a free smile that showed his confidence in her. Teka, on the other hand, refused to look at Blake with a small smile for having someone with such naive trust in her.

The webs of fate, woven in that sinful night, touched each other after so much effort. It took a long time for them to touch each other, but when these two identical threads of fate were gently twisted and tied together, they seemed stronger than even the strongest thing in the universe.

They twisted, tangled, and slowly formed, trying to form a knot. One of the bunny ears formed, the red threads of fate softly forming the second bunny ear without harming each other.

But that was it, there was one last thing preventing the knot from forming. As long as this obstacle was removed, the threads of fate would come together and form an indestructible bond.

"Teka." And that obstacle appeared. The door was closed with a small "Gwrl" sound by the last person to leave. The girls were left alone. Someone opened their mouth to say something, but a shout from the end of the hallway stopped them.

Yoshino, who was halfway between Hawks and Endeavor when they turned around, turned towards them when he saw Teka. His speed was increasing every few meters, he could even run if he wasn't afraid of revealing a pathetic sight.

''Che*''

''Tsk*''

Nemuri and Rumi clicked their tongues when they saw him, their faces wrinkled with contempt. Other girls had bad expressions. Bathed in Blake's selfish love, they couldn't look at him with good eyes after what Yoshino had done.

However, they didn't say anything. Rumi waved her arms folded in front of her and stepped out of their way. The girls followed her. Fuyumi and Rei left after telling Teka that they were waiting a few meters away and that she could talk as much as she wanted.

Teka watched the girls go, turned her head, and looked at her husband who was coming toward her. It was impossible to understand what she was feeling, a lot of emotion was going through her eyes.

Yoshino was unaware of these emotional shifts. After all the hate he had accumulated today, meeting Teka was like an oasis in the desert for him.

''How are you? I was very worried to see you like that. Does it hurt anywhere?" He came in front of Teka, his worried questions unraveling as he walked. He reached out to take Teka's hand.

Like Blake, he was doing it because he was worried and wanted to control her in his way. Besides, nothing should have been more natural than holding his wife's hand.

His hand came closer and closer to Teka's hand. He would finally be able to hold this hand again. Starting from here, he would fix his mistake of yesterday, then all the mistakes he had made so far. He would put their relationship back in time.

Who knows, maybe they'd have kids again. Once the thought settled in his mind, it took root in his brain. Yes, a second child and a newborn uncle to their grandchildren was the best way to improve their relationship. They were both still young, thanks to the drugs, and they could have had another child, maybe even a second, but that would have been too much. He decided to set that aside for now.

He should have held her hand first and sincerely apologized.

Swosh!

But before he could even do that, Teka withdrew her hand. At the same time, they looked at Teka's withdrawn hand. Neither of them expected Teka to do this.

"E-erm... T-Teka, I know what I did was terrible. You're probably heartbroken but I'm really sorry. I was too weak to help you…" Yoshino's lips twitched, and he spoke hoarsely. Teka's action worried him, so he tried to explain himself.

However, Teka was not listening to him. His voice slowly faded for Teka and eventually disappeared, unable to hear any more of their conversation. She lowered her hand, which she had pulled back, and brought it before her eyes to look at her hand.

Nothing like this had happened before. When Blake took her hand, she didn't feel the need to pull it back. On the contrary, she was happy when their fingers held together. But when the man who was her husband tried to hold her hand, it was strange that she had withdrawn her hand.

'Oh, I understand.' She closed her hand. She smiled with a sense of awareness. Now that she had a chance to think about it, she realized some things.

"Yoshino, we need to talk." She spoke while still staring at her hand. She lowered her hand, looking into Yoshino's eyes. Trying to explain himself, Yoshino's words were cut short.

"A-Ah, talk? S-Sure, let's go somewhere and talk." Interrupted, Yoshino was stunned but didn't mind and accepted with a wry smile. He didn't realize he was panicking, he had no good feelings about this talk. Still, he agreed and intended to hold Teka's hand.

However, this time, before he could do that, Teka put her hand on her waist and hid it from him, and continued her words.

''Not today. I've been through so much at night and all I want is to go home and rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

Yoshino's expression crumpled even more as Teka withdrew her hand again. His face turned ugly as if he had eaten a piece of shit. However, he quickly gathered his expression and nodded with a small smile.

''OK fine. Where would you like to talk?''

"Where…" Teka put a finger to her chin and began to think. It didn't take long to find a place. It was the perfect place for what she was thinking of doing.

"How about the Night Star?"

' Night Star? Ok, very good. Time?''

''7 p.m.''

''I'll be there.''

After nodding, Teka walked past Yoshino and went to the girls, leaving him alone. The girls greeted her with bright expressions, ignoring Hawks and Endeavor, and headed for the back door.

Teka wasn't going to let the girls out the front door, as Blake had said and entrusted to her. She had a sense of what awaited her there, and like Blake, she didn't want the girls to see it.

Yoshino watched their departure with mixed feelings. He bit his lower lip, turned away with a distressed expression, and intended to leave. He had to prepare himself by tomorrow and make amends by properly apologizing.

He arrived at the exit door of the courthouse. Without thinking too much, he opened the door.

''THEY IMPRISONED HIM''

''YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH''

''YESSSSSSSSSSS''

The first thing that greeted him was the simultaneous shouting of thousands of people. It was so loud that it created shock waves, which damaged the eardrums.

The streets were full of people. It was possible to see people in every little place, even on the tops and windows of buildings. Nothing could be seen except the black ocean of thousands, tens of thousands of people.

Worst of all, each of these people's faces was almost covered with shadows, all that could be seen were red eyes glowing with evil emotions and mouths that were the source of murderous shouts. Even if he wasn't the target of tens of thousands of red eyes, being watched by the eyes made his skin tingle and his body numb.

He staggered back, his eyes dark from the enormous pressure. If Endeavor hadn't caught him in time, he would have passed out on the spot. Others weren't in so good shape either. The aura that emerged from the union of tens of thousands of people was no joke. But unlike Yoshino, they stood by their pure will.

He kept himself awake and looked at the crowd once more. Now he understood why the girls were following behind.

**

GYYYKKKKK!!

The shrill sound of the vehicle's brakes echoed in the street. The police vehicle stopped sharply, and the vehicle tilted forward. After drifting a few meters, it stopped in front of Tartarus. With the sound of two "Claps" the doors opened and several people came out.

These were some cops and Blake. The cops had thrown themselves out and began to flee as if fleeing a radioactive leak. Blake watched them go over his shoulder, then they headed for the entrance to Tartarus.

Unlike the courtroom, this time the heroes and the police had arrived long before him, waiting for them at the entrance of Tartarus. When they saw the fleeing cops, they sighed and shook their heads.

Blake came up to them and entered without waiting for them. The group followed him from behind, it had become their little habit.

Blake in the front, the heroes and cops in the back, into Tartarus. The first thing to greet them was the orderly line of cops, every 10 meters on either side of the corridor. They were lined up with their heads held high, their hands clasped behind their backs.

Blake and the group passed between the disciplined police group. Blake knew a little bit about Tartarus since he'd been here before, and now they were going to the area beyond the prison courtyard where he nearly killed the Toga disguised as Kyudai.

Even Tartarus was divided within itself into divisions and regions. While the first area was for the shallower villains, the deeper they went, the more isolated and desolate but well-protected areas were reached.

Accompanied by his group, Blake repeatedly crossed large prey and took 10 minutes with his normal gait to reach the deepest part.

After 10 minutes, they reached the place where there was no other room or person 100 meters back, and at the end, it was just the heavily guarded iron door. The only living beings were two policemen standing guard on either side of the door, and a policeman standing one step away from them in front of the door.

"Here, put these on." Blake and the group arrived. Someone called out from behind Blake. Without looking at the man, Blake brought his hand back and touched the suit the man was handing him.

Bzt!!

There was a small sound of lightning, Blake vanished, and a white line appeared in his place, turning one full circle. With the white circle disappearing, Blake appeared, wearing an orange prisoner suit.

The overalls-shaped prisoner suit had short sleeves, and Blake's well-developed arm and stony muscles that could be seen with a single glance were in contact with the air. The prisoner's suit fit perfectly on him, allowing him to distinguish his well-built body from under the suit.

Since white goes well with any color, orange neither suppressed it nor made it stand out. On the contrary, the white color was more domineering, so the messy hair was the first thing that caught one's eye. His sharp-faced face pointed chin, and pretty features were particularly prominent with the one-piece outfit.

"Other than this?" Blake asked without turning around. He had his clothes tucked between his arm and chest.

"Y-you should put these on." The policeman's voice trembled, the speed Blake unleashed startled him.

Blake raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder at the policeman. Several policemen stood a step behind him, holding steel handcuffs five meters thick. The weight of the steel handcuffs was obvious at a glance, Blake instantly realized that they were all exactly a pound.

"Okay." He shrugged. He took the suit he had tucked between his arm and his chest and handed it to a policeman. The police tried to pull the suit, but Blake wouldn't let it. The policeman's backward body was thrown forward and he met Blake's eyes.

"If something happens to these clothes, your days here will not be peaceful at all." His bone-chilling cold voice made the cops and heroes shiver. His raven-black eyes, like the depths of space, with great intelligence, shone with a sharp light. As the cops were gripped by a cold feeling, the police officer who caught Blake's eyes could feel the Grim Reaper's scythe around his neck.

He had to give an answer that would satisfy him. If he didn't do that, he would die right here.

"Y-You can be sure, even if I die, these clothes won't be damaged." He had to give that assurance. And luckily he did, when Blake heard that, he nodded and let him go. The man who had been tugging at the clothes all along staggered and fell to the ground. But the entire time he had kept the clothes on his chest, not even letting them get covered in dust.

Blake clasped his hands in front of him and spoke. ''Go on.''

The cops looked at each other, nodded, and walked over to Blake. At first, they were worried that he might do something. They approached cautiously, one step at a time. After confirming that they didn't do anything even when they came near, they breathed a sigh of relief and began putting on their Quirk Locks.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

They threaded the locks through several places, in turn, Blake's arms, feet, neck, even waist. They fixed it with the sound of "Clap" by pressing a certain key of the locks connected to Blake. Then the locks tightened loudly with a "BAM!!" sound.

Normally, these times, the villain would at least groan weakly. But Blake remained calm the entire time and continued to watch them.

One of the cops stuck a muzzle on Blake with a disappointed expression. He tucked the locks of the muzzle around the back of his head and locked them in the back of his hair.

Blake didn't make any noise or interfere with them the entire time. He let him do what he wanted and put him under lock.

The more locks the cops put on, the more relaxed they were. An extra lock on Blake was a relief for them. With each lock, they exhaled as if a weight had been lifted from them.

Finally, they put Blake in a wheelchair and tied him to the wheelchair. Then a policeman began to take him to the door. There was no trace of his old fear. When he got to the door, he handed Blake over to another cop.

'Your work here is done. This notorious criminal was finally locked in the locks of justice. Please get back to your work, thanks for everything." Before the policeman entered the closed room, he turned around and bowed to all the cops and heroes.

"We leave that to you. Please don't be lazy watching him."

''You can be sure of that. None of us will be lazy during the watch. I swear this on my honor."

'Then we're leaving. Good work.''

''Thank you. Sayanora.''

The police kept bowing the entire time. After putting Blake under lockdown, there was a noticeable relief from the heroes and the cops. Some of them were closing their eyes, they were sleepy after recovering from a great deal of stress and all they wanted was to go home and sleep.

Unfortunately, none of them would have a good night's sleep for a while. Blake aside, there was a lot of work and wrapping up to be done. After leaving here, other things awaited them all.

After they left, the police started pushing the wheelchair Blake was sitting on. He pushed the wheelchair through the door. He turned his head slightly to the right and nodded to the man by the door. Then he did the same in the other.

The two men nodded and went in with the man who had led Blake in.

The room was quite large, furnished in pure white like the hallway, with nothing but guns and cameras mounted on the walls. But for some reason, these guns and cameras were tilted down as if they were closed.

The three men looked at each other, and one of them went to the door and looked out. After confirming that no one was there, he closed the door and locked it. He nodded to the people inside.

"Finally!!" The man driving Blake's wheelchair left Blake at random. The wheelchair advanced a few meters and stopped.

"Hey, calm down. If you get so excited, you will miss the moment."

"Yes, there is a whole lifetime we can have it. ''

"That's why I'm yelling. There's a life we can have it. I can shout, be fast or slow."

The men began to talk loudly among themselves. Blake, facing the wall in front of him, could hear them picking something up from the side of the room. When he listened carefully, he realized that it was an iron baton or something like that.

His eyebrows rose in understanding. He instantly understood their intentions.

"Ahhhh... We're going to have so much fun with you, B~~LA~~KE" The man reached behind Blake in a few strides and tapped his elbows on his shoulders. He moved forward with a sudden load in his wheelchair.

The man stared at him, eyes shining with sadistic light, thinking he might get any sound from Blake, but no sound came from Blake. He clicked his tongue, rolled his eyes, and pulled up his sleeves.

"Blake, from what I saw on TV, you were so arrogant when you got a life sentence. But you know what? Life imprisonment is a very boring sentence." One of the men was walking in front of Blake on his left. He didn't stop talking between his steps, his voice taking on a nasty amusement towards the end of his words.

He came in front of Blake and bent his knees so he could be at eye level with him. He placed his hands on Blake's knees, tilted his head forward, and looked more closely into his eyes.

"But don't worry, we'll help you make sure this life sentence isn't boring at all. Various ways." On closer inspection, the man had a distorted expression on his face. But his scars were fresh, free from the wrinkles one must have who made such expressions. Something had happened recently.

When the man didn't get a reaction from Blake again, he kicked his leg. The wheelchair tried to back up but was caught by the man behind it.

Tsk* YOU'RE SO BORİNG!"

The man didn't say anything else. Just as Blake thought they were about to take action, an iron baton appeared before his eyes.

"Are you scared?" Baton disappeared and was replaced by the face of a young policeman, who has a creepy smile.

'But don't be afraid. The place to be afraid has not yet begun. Che* You're much more handsome when you look closer, and it pisses me off." The police wanted to talk by looking at Blake's face, but when he saw his handsome face, he was pissed off. Wouldn't normal villains be crooked people with crooked faces and disgusting expressions? Why did Blake look so good? The muscular figure and pleasing face he could see made him question whether they were of the same sex.

The man ran his finger through the strings of the iron baton cord and started waving it on his finger. He was complaining in a whisper about the injustice of life.

Blake raised his eyebrows, unable to understand what mood these idiots were in. However, this move was misunderstood by the other party.

''Hm? Are you trying to ask why we're doing this?" The man to his left tilted his head. His expression wrinkled with sadness. Tears appeared on the sides of his eyes. His lips were trembling.

"Because the people we love died today. My only parent, my mother, died, and his brother and his fiancee died. And ALL BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU." His roar echoed off the walls and was heard once more. His voice was trembling, and he had trouble speaking because of the lump in his throat. During his speech, he pointed alternately the man to Blake's right and the man in front of him.

The two didn't stop his crying or stop his yelling. One bent his thumb and started biting, the other swallowing deeply and holding back his crying.

"Ighh…" The man quickly wiped his eyes, as if not wanting to show Blake his pathetic side. He gripped the iron jockey harder, his knuckles turned white.

"The people you killed today… they should have come to justice and punished, then come here and be tortured by us. But none of this happened because of you. Their deaths were in vain." He looked at Blake as if he was the one who had killed them. He was unaware of his distorted mindset and illogical words. Even if he did, it was unclear whether he would care.

He raised his hand above his head. Raising the flag that marked the beginning of many of his villains' painful fates, he spoke a final word.

"Therefore, today and every day from now on, you will pass through our hands and be subjected to various tortures. Your destiny will be pathetic even than that villain. You will want to die but we will not allow it, you will want to live but we will not allow it. While you're going through these, don't forget to repent for the bad things you've done." He said this with a strange self-confidence. It was as if he had complete faith that he could do these things.

The Quirk Locks Blake wore were one of a kind. Only A.F.O had worn them before, even the old models he wore, and the latest models Blake wore were more effectively suppressing the Quirks and making them impossible to use.

According to them, Blake should not have been able to use his power, which was so restrained by Quirk Locks, and should be at their mercy. And these evil cops, forgetting their mercy outside the door, didn't have very good plans against Blake.

"Let's get started." The man lowered his arm. The iron baton before Blake's eyes seemed to grow with each passing moment. The cold iron glowed coldly in the light from the ceiling. The iron baton, which had seen blood many times before, wanted to see blood once again.

PATT!!!

And blood spattered, crimson flowers bloomed on the ground. The red blood grew in the form of a small pond on the ground. Part of the room was completely painted red.