Chapter 102: Precious Memories

"So this is our son-in-law?" Father Usagiyama finally turned his attention away from the cow and looked at Blake. He knew from the beginning that he was his son-in-law. Not just because Rumi brought him here, Rumi had already informed them about Blake four months ago.

Blake knew it was his turn. He clapped his hands together to shake the cow hairs off his hands. He walked up to the two of them and spoke.

"My name is Blake, I've been in a relationship with your daughter for a while, and I came to meet you today." Blake hesitated whether to bow. He had heard that it was customary to bow in such situations in Japan, but he was not accustomed to such customs.

Fortunately, his future mother-in-law and father-in-law didn't seem to mind. Stroking her chin, Olga turned around and began to examine him from head to toe. On the contrary, Father Usagiyama only looked at him with a mild expression.

"Hm... oh, a good cion... Oh, he's got muscles as good as Rumi." Olga patted his shoulder as spun Blake around. She put her hand on his back or punched him lightly in the chest. Her fist was powerless for her, yet it made a small 'bam' sound and created a small shock wave that spread through the air.

Blake let Olga do what she wanted. He understood Olga's personality at a glance. She was simple, slightly muscular-head, and did whatever she wanted. She resembled Rumi in many ways, but unlike her, her muscular head affected even her small movements.

Rumi was like her at first, but her movements were more restrained and witty. This aspect was not bad, on the contrary, it had a charm of its own.

''He has a good body. The baby that will be born will be very strong and healthy. There is also no need to worry about the offspring being harmed and the nest being attacked. My little girl has very sharp eyes."

In today's modern times, except for the villain, they didn't have to worry about anyone hurting their kids or worrying about their house being destroyed. Especially on this island populated by the likes of Olga, even A.F.O should think twice before fighting them. [EN: All For One]

But rabbit instincts always told them to protect their baby and their nests. That's why they paid great attention to their grooms or brides from outside or their chosen life partners.

Of course, there were exceptions like Olga and Father Usagiyama, but in general, the people of Usagiyama chose their life partners from among the powerful. This was true for the weak and the strong, each looking for a strong mate who could protect the home.

Of course, some strong people could listen to their hearts and marry weak people because they were already strong.

"Haha, it's a beautiful morning. My daughter came back and brought a good groom with her. Come, let me get you something to eat." Olga slapped her thigh. She turned around with a broad smile. She couldn't be happier today.

Rumi jumped with excitement. It had been a long time since she had eaten her mother's food. Although her taste buds and stomach succumbed to Blake's cooking, her mother's cooking would always be special to her.

She followed behind with a wide smile like Olga's, revealing her teeth.

"That blockhead…" Contrary to them, Father Usagiyama sighed in distress, then rubbed the bridge of his nose. Olga was, as always, Olga. She had put the first idea into action, forgetting to introduce themselves to Blake.

"That musclehead's name is Olga, my name is Ruu. You can call us mom and dad if you want. It's fine with me, and I doubt my muscle-headed wife will say anything. On the contrary, she'll like it." He took a step forward and rubbed Blake's shoulder, who was a head taller than he was.

''Ok, dad.'' Blake obediently nodded. No matter how cold he was to the outside world, he couldn't have any coldness towards Rumi and the other's family. He also felt very close to Ruu personally.

The two were very similar. They had farmer origins, had similar personalities, and very similar ways of treating their women. All this combined, Blake felt close to Ruu.

Blake and Ruu started following the two women from behind. They passed between waving carrot stalks. The singing of birds and the sounds of small animals filled his ears between his steps.

The ground was crushed by his steps. He looked around with a gentle smile. The field consisted of several acres and stretched deep into the forest. Most of the field was planted with carrots, but 40% had different vegetables. A pair of sucklings were chasing each other and playing in the field.

It is said that no matter what you do, you cannot abandon your roots. When Blake saw this scene, he had the urge to spend the rest of his life in a place like this. As a child, he avoided helping his family in the fields in every way possible, but with his current mentality, he could spend his life in such a peaceful place.

Blake's brows furrowed as he watched the scenery peacefully. Unlike the soil on the other side of the field, the soil they stepped on had a darker hue and felt crunchy when pressed.

"The land is barren. Are you planting too many carrots, Dad?" Hearing Blake's words, Ruu averted his eyes. He scratched his cheek with his index finger, speaking in a timid tone.

"Rumi said four months ago that she would come and bring her boyfriend with her. When I heard that my daughter, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, was coming, I was so excited that I dropped the loop and planted some of Rumi's favorite carrots." Ruu explained with a wry smile.

Listening to Ruu's explanation, Blake rolled his eyes as he continued to stare ahead and nodded with a mocking smile. The more he talked to his father-in-law, the more he realized that they resembled him.

"Well, I guess doing something like this once wouldn't affect the soil that much." Blake, who was thinking about Rumi, agreed. Ruu was surprised by his son-in-law's reaction. He looked at his face and realized he had similar intentions. He patted Blake on the back with a know-it-all expression. He felt closer to his son-in-law.

Blake came home with Ruu. The house was a two-story wooden farmhouse. Although it was a farmhouse, its structure resembled a summer villa. It was quite spacious and there was no dirt on the exterior.

The inside of the house was completely different from the outside. The building, which looked like a villa from the outside, looked like a place where you could spend your life peacefully with the person you loved inside. The living room furniture was laid around the television. There was a fake animal skin rug on the floor. Various family photos hung on the walls and the tables.

Olga and Ruu headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal to welcome their daughter and newly arrived groom. As soon as Rumi entered the house, she took a few steps and threw herself on the sofa. She wrapped the pillow in both her arms and buried her head, closing her eyes with a peaceful smile.

Blake smiled and shook his head. After stroking Rumi's head, who was smiling and resting her eyes, he started to look around.

It might have been a shameful act, but he was curious about Rumi's childhood.

Blake was constantly turning his head and looking around as he walked. His hand moved slightly, transforming into an afterimage in a tenth of a second, the picture frame on the table a few feet from him disappeared and reappeared in his hand the next second.

He wiped the top of the picture frame even if there was no dust on the frame. His fingers stroked the glass gently as if touching a precious vase.

The photo in Blake's hand was Rumi's childhood photo. Rumi, three or four years old, was sitting on his mother's shoulder, smiling from ear to ear. She looked very happy as she held a large carrot in her hand. There was no trace of the warrior and fight-hungry Rumi of the future.

There was. Blake could see the faintly fight-hungry smile on the corner of her lip. This smile would form her future lover, Rumi Usagiyama.

With a slight sigh, he carefully put the picture frame back in its place. He turned to look at other photos.

Blake was unaware, but all his movements had been seen by Rumi. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowed. Her ruby-colored eyes gleamed tenderly. She licked her lips. She didn't know how much love he wanted to fill her hard beating heart with. She had thought that she wouldn't be more in love with him than she is now, but every little move made her feel more attached to him.

It is said that unconscious movements reflect the person, and Blake's actions just showed how much he loved her.

Hm, her heart was already his, but with each passing second, Blake was continuing to expand into the unknown depths of her heart. She buried her head in the pillow, an uncontrollable smile forming on her lips.

Minutes passed as Blake checked the photos and the meal was ready. A delicious smell emanated from the dining table. A variety of vibrantly colored dishes were piled on the table.

Meat with carrot sauce, salad, fruit and vegetable plates, juicy beef ribs on mashed potatoes, fish soup, boiled crab, fruit salad, freshly squeezed juice, and more. As would be expected of a mother, Olga revealed all her skills for the sake of her daughter's visit.

And the food was quite delicious. Rumi, whose stomach, like his heart, was taken over by Blake, thought the food was delicious. Maybe it was the effect of the mother's hand and the love that touched the food.

The four of them had a pleasant time during the meal. Rumi talked about what she has done in the last ten years. She also told them how she got into a relationship with Blake and how she increased her power.

Of course, she didn't tell them about their harem relationship. Rumi did not know how her family would react to this relationship. They had a chance to oppose them. That's why she wouldn't tell them, at least for today.

After the meal, Rumi left home with her mother to visit relatives she had not seen for a long time. Blake went out for a tour of the farm with Ruu.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The crickets made their pleasant sounds, and the scorching heat warmed the earth. The wet air, heated by the sunlight, evaporated, creating suffocating air.

Of course, the sun and the stifling air did not affect Blake. One of the pluses that his skin development added to him was the increase and decrease in the temperature applied to his skin (His skin can withstand higher and lower temperatures than a normal human skin can.)

In addition, his pores were more open than normal and his skin respiration had become better. As a result, he did not feel breathing problems or choking like others experience in muffled weather.

However, unlike him, Ruu seemed to be having a bit of a problem in this weather. Blake noticed this, standing between Ruu and the sun the entire time until the girls came back, shadowing him with his body.

Because of this gesture, he couldn't see the pleasant smile on Ruu's face. It was the kind and heartfelt smile a real father would show. Maybe he was accepting him more and more with every little move Blake made.

"Hey~ We're here." After a few hours of work under the sun, Rumi and Olga came back. Blake slid the hoe into the ground and put his foot on the side of the hoe. He combed his hair back with one hand and looked at Rumi.

Rumi had changed her clothes. She was wearing a short-sleeved pink summer outfit. Her sleeves and waistlines were covered with ruffles. The pants she wore underneath had cuts on her right knee and left calf.

She wore a tan hat that covered the sun. There were holes in the top of the hat that wouldn't block Rumi's ears, and her ears were sticking out at the tips.

"We brought something to drink," Rumi called to them with a smile that outshined the sun behind her. She lifted the bag from her hand, and the juice bottles jingled. Little drops of water were running down the tops of the bottles, glowing with delicious orange color.

Rumi came in front of Blake with the drinks. First, she looked at Blake, then she looked at the sun. She took off her hat and put it on Blake's head and took the drink out of the bag.

Blake lowered the tip of the hat with his finger and blocked the sunlight from his eyes. He watched as Rumi eagerly poured him a drink.

Watching this image from afar, Olga and Ruu smiled tenderly and were lost in their little world.

It was over in a few minutes. The little family headed home. Olga had said that she would prepare a meal as sumptuous as their lunch to reward the men's hard work.

During the meal, the sun finally set. The stars revealed themselves as the night sky was covered with a soft black color. Blake headed to the bedroom, accompanied by Rumi.

Olga had wanted to give him an extra room, but the two said they were already sleeping together and moved to Rumi's room. He still remembered Olga's knowing smile as Blake moved further and further away from them.

With a single push, Rumi opened the door, pulled Blake out of his hand, and entered her room once more, where she hadn't been in ten years. Stale air gave way to fresh air.

It must be said that Rumi's room was filled with items that proved to be her room. One side of the room was strewn with pictures of heroes. At the top was a full-length poster of All Might.

Unlike a normal fan, there was a huge "Targets" inscription at the top of the wall. In particular, All Might was surrounded by a black circle, with a daring inscription "Punch Your Face and Take Position" with an arrow next to it.

Blake's shoulders trembled, and he chuckled with a small smile. This writing and the wall were pure Rumi. If only he could meet little Rumi, he would not hesitate to spoil her all his life.

Unlike a normal fan, there was a huge "Targets" inscription at the top of the wall. In particular, All Might was surrounded by a black circle, with a daring inscription "Punch Your Face and Take Position" with an arrow next to it.

Blake's shoulders trembled, and he chuckled with a small smile. This writing and the wall were pure Rumi. If only he could meet little Rumi, he would not hesitate to spoil her all his life.

Other than that, there were things around the room that the boy Rumi might have. The closet at the side of the room was filled with bodybuilding items that little Rumi could use. A sandbag covered with patches hung in front of the window.

Rumi froze at the first step she took into the room. Her heart burned with a sour sense of nostalgia. This feeling in her heart was very disturbing, for the corners of her eyes were getting teary because of this feeling, and she was getting closer to crying with each passing second.

She turned towards the wall. She raised her hand and ran her fingers along the walls. The scraped boards, the jagged feel of the lines drawn on top of the posters, or the feel of poster papers that wear and tear over time made her remember the old days.

At that time she had marked, drawn, painted, or scribbled on each one with childish enthusiasm and courage. She still remembered telling each person on the posters on the wall that she would do different things. She would beat some, crush some, and make some cry.

Young Rumi had plans for how to beat each hero. She was so daring and fearless that she believed she could beat All Might and thought there was no one stronger than her.

It progressed. She came to the punching bag. She clenched her hand into a fist and punched it with little force. The metals holding the sandbag, rusted from years of unused use, made a harsh squeaking sound.

This punching bag was her biggest playmate and her worst enemy. She even remembered what she called it back then. Its name was "The Beaten Man" and ıt was little Rumi's archenemy.

The patches on her bore memories of the first time she got stronger. When she got stronger for the first time, her kick pierced the punching bag and her foot got stuck in it.

Rumi continued to wander around the room with a sense of nostalgia that pervaded her entire body. She once again lifted the first dumbbell her family had bought her. Even though it was too light for her, she felt very heavy emotionally when she looked at her. It was as heavy as she felt the first time she lifted it, even with her current strength.

She touched, handled, or looked at many things in turn. Each of them had different meanings and feelings for her.

On the island of Usagiyama, villains were not usually seen as the majority of the island population were heroes, but when she was 5 years old, a villain appeared, and this ordinary mask she was holding was the one used by the first villain she had defeated.

Rumi put the mask back on. Stepping forward, her fingers swept the mask, and her fingertips drew a small semicircle over it before breaking off the mask.

Looking back now, this room meant a lot to her. Because each of the items in the room either carries their first or they were items that hosted very precious memories for her.

Precious memories...

Rumi looked over her shoulder at Blake. Blake was sitting on her bed looking around, examining the items that made up Rumi's childhood. Even though he noticed that Rumi was staring at him, he didn't give a damn and let her spend as much time alone and immerse herself in her feelings as she wanted.

Rumi came to the bed. Blake intended to turn his head to look at the woman but stopped with lips pressed to his lips. Rumi leaned her body against Blake's back, fingers brushing his sharp chin. Her index finger ran along his chin and her hand settled on his cheek.

Their tongues whipped each other, competing for supremacy. Rumi closed her eyes and instantly began to enjoy it. Blake closed his eyes too, letting the girl do what she wanted.

"Grgg!" His fingers tightened on the edge of the bed. Rumi's free hand gripping Blake's shoulder gripped Blake's dress tighter, crumpling it.

Blake thought it would end here, but Rumi didn't seem to want to stop. She pulled Blake by his chin and laid her body on the bed.

Blake placed his hand on the bed, aligning his body above Rumi. His majestic figure completely covered Rumi. He opened his eyes slightly and looked into the ruby-red eyes of Rumi, who was looking at him with tender feelings that were about to materialize.

A small white dot danced full circle inside Rumi's red eyes. Blake quickened his movements. He stuck her tongue to her palate and squeezed it completely. Rumi's sweet saliva spilled into his mouth. He made sure to swallow it until there was nothing left.

His eyes narrowed tenderly. He put his hand on her cheek. He ran it along his cheek, which he never understood how it could be so soft and so firm and tense, at the same time. His hand moved along her cheek, fingertips brushing her neck.

He dug his finger into the satin-like hair. An enchanting feeling enveloped his skin as his fingers pushed through her hair. White hair fell from his fingers like grains of wheat and spread across the bed.

Blake put his fingers on Rumi's roots and pulled her towards him as he gently stroked her. Their kiss suddenly became stronger. The two's lips locked like a vacuum sucking each other.

Rumi locked her arms around Blake's neck. She hugged him as if she wanted to be one with him.

A few seconds passed. Rumi slowly pulled back her arms. She placed her palms on his chest and lowered them across his chest. She stroked carefully his eight packs. Her hand was getting lower and lower.

Rumi's gaze became increasingly gentle and eager. As her hands were about to touch his lower region, she stopped, parted to two sides, and began stroking his back from both sides, moving along his armpit

Blake and Rumi broke up after a few minutes. Their tongues were bound together by a thin strip of saliva. They took deep breaths as they stared at each other, their tongues sticking out from time to time.

Blake caressed Rumi's tongue with his tongue. Their deep breaths caressed each other's faces. Their breasts heaved violently, staring at each other with near-embodiment desire.

Blake took Rumi's tongue in his mouth and sucked for the last time before speaking.

"Kiss*...You survived... Kiss*... for now... kiss*'' Between each word, he kissed Rumi'S lips. The meaning behind his words was clear. When they left the house and reached their home, Rumi would become a real woman.

Rumi closed her eyes, indulging in Blake's love with a charming smile. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she listened to her heart beating with enthusiasm for the man who covered her with his majestic figure. Her ears were already encircling the skull of the man they loved.

Blake put his hands under Rumi's waist. Rumi's waist stretched out like a bow, with her head and hips touching the bed. Her movement was so smooth that Blake wanted to hold her like that for a moment.

Blake lifted her and placed her on his chest, taking one last kiss from her lips. He extended the kiss as long as he could. He extended the kiss as long as he could and bit Rumi's lower lip before pulling it back, pulling it with a force that wouldn't hurt her.

Blake felt that was not enough. How could this closeness be enough with his beautiful, hot girlfriend who attracted him in every way? He licked her lips to ask for more, but then the phone rang.

He took the phone out of his pocket. He glanced at who it was. He saw that it was Momo, he picked up the phone while continuing to chase Rumi.

After all, both sides are his lover, so there is no problem with his move. But the next second he suddenly took action.

Rumi did not understand what was happening. Only in an instant did she see her head rest on Blake's shoulder, Blake's clothes and her own were instantly smoothed out, plus the thread of saliva binding their tongues snapped.

"G-G-Good evening, Blake-onii-san." Rumi heard the voice from the phone. The caller was Eri. She understood why Blake spoiled their good times. She rested her chin on Blake's shoulder and glanced sideways at the phone.

"Good evening, Unicorn. How are you?''

"Oh, Rabbit-onee-chan, good evening." Eri's shy expression suddenly brightened. Unlike Blake, she was more sincere and comfortable talking to Rumi. Every time she spoke to her and the girls, there was a smile from the bottom of her heart.

She was well aware of this and just thought it unfair to treat Blake differently. Being a smart girl, she had asked Momo for a phone and hoped she could break the little wall between her and Blake.

She had heard how Blake was called outside. Two-faced, treacherous, callous, murderous, and similar names were just a few of the names that stuck to him.

But she didn't believe it.

Maybe she'd have worried if she'd heard Blake called that before they met, but after meeting him she realized he wasn't that kind of person. He was neither emotionless, murderous, nor treacherous.

Blake was just too indifferent and cold to the outside world. As for the treacherous words, he thought it was made up by the villain.

At least he thought so. Contrary to the word of other people, he preferred to believe someone who treated her well. Or because she had no family members, her broken and lonely heart needed to believe in someone.

She didn't know, but she preferred to believe Blake. Eri thought that someone surrounded by good and kind women like Nejire, Momo, Nemuri, Fuyumi, and Rumi wouldn't be a bad person.

''How was today? Did you like the food? Did someone bully you?" Rumi asked question after question. Her soft smile was replaced by a serious expression. She looked like a mother rabbit worrying about her daughter.

Eri bowed her head and obediently answered all her questions with a gentle smile. She was tapping her index fingers together, a little red on her face.

Blake watched the two's interactions. He wrapped his arm around Rumi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. He tilted his head back, continuing to hold the phone for her.

The girls kept talking, Blake stroking Rumi's hair and staring at the ceiling throughout their conversation. After a few minutes of talking, the door behind Eri opened.

"Eri-chan~~ are you here? Oh, are you talking on the phone?" Fuyumi, with a towel on her shoulders, opened the door and walked in. She rested her chin on Eri's head and glanced at the phone.

"Blake, Rumi! Good evening." Fuyumi greeted the two with a warm smile. She had a very sensitive tone, especially when looking at Blake. She had seen him only this morning, but it felt like a long time ago.

'Good night, my beauty How was your day?" It was Blake who spoke this time. He lifted his head slightly. His raven-black eyes, covered with white hair, locked onto the phone screen, his gaze filled with care and compassion. In the room, which was getting darker and glowing only with the moonlight reflecting off the glass, looked like two bright black holes to the girls on the phone.

"Well, at first- oh, wait. I will call the others. So everyone can tell you about their day."