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.