Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 215. News

I had my hands behind my body, clenching my fists, to avoid roaming or touching something or someone while my mouth was busy.

Henry, exploring, sucking, and nibbling while "helping me breathe," had one hand still buried in my hair and the other on my neck, pulling my head as close as possible while our bodies still had a bit of space between them.

Figured—there was no soft woman’s body that either of us was accustomed to pulling closer, just that of a hard man.

He moaned lightly; his voice had turned deeper, and I opened my eyes slightly at the noise, meeting a half-lidded dreamy gaze with a passion in it that was so raw it made my heart skip a beat and nearly jolted me awake from what I was doing.

There were a few voices outside when the door opened, and we both instantly parted, stepping back as Henry turned to the side so that neither I nor the men entering the room to change clothes could see him.

"I think I strained a muscle."

"I thought it was only for women..."

"It’s exhausting."

"Next is my favorite lesson!"

Some were talking while Anti-Guy and Glasses-Guy hurried to us.

"You are here?" The latter asked.

"Mhm." I looked at Henry’s shirt that had fallen on the floor and picked it up to throw it at him while he was busy showcasing his muscular back.

"Thank you for helping us so much." Glasses Guy, who had no glasses on during the lesson, nodded at me.

"Sure." I watched Henry hurriedly putting his shirt on and took my own off.

We had clearly missed the lesson, so I had to change back.

"Wow, these tattoos are—" Anti-Guy marveled, yet before he could finish, Henry took a big step in front of me, serving as a barrier while I changed my shirt.

"Why didn’t you come out of the changing room?" Glasses Guy asked while I finished getting dressed and moved beside Henry.

Anti-Guy looked at me and seemed to have found his voice again after being startled by the big dog.

"It’s strange in the beginning, but yoga is just like an intense warm-up; you don’t have to feel embarrassed to do it."

Henry didn’t look at me, but his arm landed around my neck again, and I chuckled. His body temperature seemed much hotter than before.

I grabbed his wrist that dangled near my chest. The touch felt much more ’real’ after what we had done.

"How are you doing inside this place?" I asked.

"It is so cool here! The people are nice, and the features and prices—you will also love it here!" Anti-Guy answered. I’d need to change the nickname if he suddenly starts to be pro-government.

"We’ll go change." Glasses Guy took him away, and I grabbed the clothes to put them where I took them from, with Henry also doing the same while still hanging onto me.

We both walked a bit robotically out of the changing room, running into the girls who had also changed in the big room with the nice view, where the teacher collected the mats on the floor.

Red Hair and Chelsea were together, the latter instantly hurrying to us in what seemed an attempt to hug me when Henry dragged me back by my neck.

I chuckled and looked at him, but he didn’t look back at me.

"What happened? And how could you forget me in that world?" Chelsea stopped in her steps and asked worriedly before pouting.

"I’m really sorry." I nodded at her, and she was in the midst of waving it off when Henry intercepted.

"You are here now, aren’t you?" With a slightly raspy voice, he didn’t seem that dazed anymore.

"Sorry." I repeated to her while elbowing the grumpy man.

"Let’s go to the next lesson together."

We exited the room with all three of us going side by side, with Red Hair following after us, as well as Anti and Glasses Guy trailing after they had changed.

"What is the next lesson?" I asked Chelsea.

"We’ll watch the news together; it’s the most disturbing but also chill."

I raised my eyebrows, again baffled. What the hell was going on here?

I looked at Henry, who finally decided to look back, though he instantly averted his gaze when our eyes met.

Suit yourself.

"By the way, won’t you praise me? I knew you were innocent all along." Chelsea leaned forward and grinned at me.

I smiled lightly at her, not in the mood for flirting. First, it would be somewhat of an asshole move, given the people that were present, and secondly, I felt strangely repulsed by the idea of having a girl near me.

Maybe I should move into a forest when I returned to my identity as a free man again, to stay away from everything even remotely female so that the twisted sadistic side of mine, which was mirrored in every one of my counterparts, wouldn’t have the chance to come out.

Sadly, I can’t just off myself because then Kenny2, the official murderer of two women, would receive the power of the giant. So at least I have to wait for no link to exist to avoid making anything even worse.

Unbelievably, he was still alive because I had not received any visions of his life or anything, though I can’t tell how he survived the shadows and everything.

Well, we really are like cockroaches, aren’t we?

Ah, and there was surely now also a link between me and Kenny3.

I can’t die under any circumstances, even if I wanted to free the world from my existence, or I would give these murderers a power nobody should have access to.

"Kenny?" Henry called my name while I mindlessly followed along to where I was brought, not even noticing that we stood in front of yet another white door.

"Are you alright?" Chelsea asked as well.

"Yeah, just tired." I smiled.

The door was opened from the inside, and two female nurses motioned for us to come in.

Inside the room was a big television screen on the wall, nearly covering it whole, and a long table formed like a ’U’ facing the screen.

Henry steered me to a seat at the head of the table, where I sat down beside him. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He inched his chair closer to me and placed his arm on top of my backrest for me to use it as a pillow.

"Sleep if you are tired."

"Mhm." Good dog, though it felt strange, I leaned back and closed my eyes at the comfortable warmth he radiated.

More patients entered until the table was filled when the two nurses positioned themselves on each side of the screen and turned it on.

I watched with the intent to doze off, but seeing the topics, I straightened up in my seat, noticing that Henry also tapped the table with his other arm around my shoulders, unable to look away.

’When will we finally get a stable internet connection again? What about the constant blackouts?’

’Flights are still canceled; we will explain again why you can’t leave the country!’

’These 120 people are still missing—what is happening?’

’With all these young men drafted into the army, do we have to expect a new world war?’

’All these topics and more later; stay tuned.’