Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 263. Cake
This time, Dr. Lawrence didn’t come for us in the morning, which was also a reason we could eat breakfast in peace. When I looked at my cracked watch, I saw that we would have a one-on-one therapy session tomorrow anyway. I could flip the coin on her, looking into the future, while thinking of asking her for advice regarding my current psychological state.
Dr. Lawrence’s last piece of advice regarding my leg was a good one.
After giving even a bit of attention to it, it didn’t hurt that much anymore, and since the table in my mind had shown the two sides, my powers had been divided; it didn’t hurt at all.
But that doesn’t mean I am able to take a look at it and eventual scars. For that, I can remember far too vividly how it felt as it was crushed between the giant’s teeth, in addition to the rest of my journey through the giant’s insides.
The certainty that I had lost a body part, something I couldn’t face then, was also something I couldn’t face now.
"Kenny, are you listening?" Chelsea asked me.
"Yeah. I am not angry at any of you or something; no need to explain."
Glasses guy cleared his throat.
"You looked livid yesterday."
"Yes, I’ve never seen you like this," Chelsea chimed in.
So? I looked at her. What do you want me to say?
She changed the topic soon enough, while Henry still behaved like a kicked puppy. He didn’t stop with that timid and insecure behavior, constantly watching me even more than usual.
Should I really kick him so that he will be alright again?
Inside the changing room, after we showered, I took my time to put my clothes on, with the puppy naturally waiting for me.
When we were alone, I turned around after putting on my shirt.
He sat on the bench in the middle of the locker-like shelves.
I grabbed his jaw with one hand, squishing his cheeks.
"What can I do so you cheer up again?" I asked him, a bit more annoyed than I wanted to be.
He just looked at me, his face looking comical, but his eyes just silently staring back at me.
Ah, I don’t like kicked puppies; I don’t like them at all.
They shouldn’t mope around but jump around and annoy their surroundings.
I bent down and put my lips on his pursed ones before I squeezed his jaw open so that I could let my tongue slide in.
Maybe saliva really had some power, similar to my blood, because Henry seemed to be retrieved from the dead fairly quickly.
He stood up and, again, like always, buried his hands in my hair, bringing me closer.
If I had known it was that easy, I would have done that in the morning.
How the fuck does he manage to taste that good? That’s not normal, and neither is the velvet feeling his tongue had, as well as his soft lips.
Fucking unreal and addictive—yet he clearly showed no signs of turning into a girl.
If he were a girl... Well, he would probably look like his sister, but rather than doing anything even remotely related to what we were doing now to her, I would prefer to cut my tongue off and suck on a wrought iron.
But that wasn’t all. Even the fact that I raised my head instead of bending down was something I was now accustomed to. And now it would probably feel strange to have small hands shyly holding on to my neck or clothes instead of big palms with long, slender fingers grabbing me so forcefully, hungrily, ready to devour me.
Swallowed and devoured.
Fucking similar to the giant, yet it would surely be different if the perpetrator was Henry.
Yet both were terrifying just the same.
Though, the more time passes, the more I look forward to the horror Henry will further ignite in me.
And again, how can a man’s mouth taste so good? How can his sliding, rubbing, sucking, and exploiting feel this exciting?
I heard steps, and then the door was pushed open. Luckily, I managed to distance myself from Henry soon enough and turned around, trying to regain control of my breathing again.
"What?" Henry growled at the intruder while our backs were facing and he was turned to the door.
"There... there is a visitor for Mr. Howard." The male and buff nurse’s voice sounded all meek all of a sudden.
I turned around and came to Henry’s side.
His jaw was clenching... oh.
Did he think it was Elli who came to visit me?
I glared at the nurse until he stared at the floor.
I had just managed to cheer my puppy up, and now this bullshit.
"Let’s go. He comes with me." I took Henry’s wrist and walked past the male nurse.
Meanwhile, I already knew where the visitor room was, and I went there.
If this visit has to happen, then let’s get it over with.
I wasn’t angry with Elli, even if she had at one point believed the murder stuff.
Back when Jordan told me on the phone about her reaction, I was a bit disappointed, but not more than when this Haruka girl had recorded our conversation while I asked her questions about Henrietta.
So, there was neither a reason to apologize nor to kick my dog because of some nonsensical reunion or some other shit.
I marched into the room, and there was indeed a young woman, but it wasn’t Elli, and beside her sat a mummy, staring wickedly at me.
"Grandma." I said, feeling how Henry relaxed.
I took a seat across from her at the big round table, asking myself why my grandma brought a strange woman who didn’t seem to function as her bodyguard.
My grandmother pointed at the woman as if she were cursing her with her withered finger.
"Expert in skin recovery." It was as if the word ’tattoo’ was too filthy for her to even utter.
Henry laughed but went silent when my grandmother’s eyes landed on him, utterly unamused.
The woman walked around the table to my side, and Henry, who had just relaxed in his seat beside me, instantly straightened up in alarm.
The woman looked contemplatively at my throat, the only tattoo she could see while I was clothed.
She held her chin and said,
"Mr. Howard, nice to meet you." She didn’t look away from the tattoo while speaking. "Mrs. Howard already told me about the mistake you regret so greatly, though I must say, they are really well done. The best work I have seen so far."
I raised my eyebrows at my grandma, who looked away, either grumpy because she was caught lying or because my oh-so-ugly skin disfigurement was praised by the expert she brought herself.
But she gathered herself rather quickly.
"What can you do? He regrets it now. So they have to disappear."
The woman nodded.
"We can do that; it will take a few sessions. I also have to see the other tattoos. Please take off your shirt."
"No." Henry shot out.
I pointed at him.
"He said no, so no."
"DO HIS WORDS MATTER?" My grandma blew her top.
"Yeah." I nodded, crossing my arms.
"If he said no, then I can’t do a thing."
If Henry was sacrificing himself for me, then I would make the most of it.
He smirked with delight, leveling the death glare my grandmother gave him, while his smile turned politer with each second.
Though even the old dragon should see the smugness in it, alongside the very polite ’Fuck you.’
I burst into laughter, while my grandmother motioned for the doctor to come back to her side.
It looked like my grandma and I were getting a divorce, sitting here in a war of wills, alongside our attorneys.
"Since my grandson desperately wants to get rid of them, how many sessions will they take? Ah, he also has such a monstrosity on his back." My grandmother ignored everything that had been said and turned to stare at me while speaking to the woman beside her.
"Alone for the throat, we would need around 10 sessions." The woman answered.
"Good, then we will start with this. When is your next free appointment?" My grandma asked, her lips pursed.
"We could make it next week—"
"How about tomorrow?" The dragon interrupted. "Write down what you need, and everything will be delivered here."
"Tomorrow...should be difficult—"
"I’ll pay you twenty times the original price." She smacked her lips while throwing money at someone who surely wouldn’t ever lay a hand on my otherworldly, dearly loved tattoos.
"Oh...oh! Yes, tomorrow is perfect!"
"Good, and make all ten sessions tomorrow. I want to look at him without feeling more disgusted than necessary."
I burst into laughter.
"Not gonna happen."
My grandmother went silent for a long time, scrutinizing me.
"This procedure will happen, either with or without force."
"You think you are stronger than me? Ha!" I chuckled.
She slammed the table, which instantly turned askew.
"You brat, you think you can overpower your elder? HA!" She imitated my indignation, that petty old hag.
"Pfft. That’s all?" I slammed the table as well, and it broke down, even a small dust cloud emerging, while the woman jumped up and screamed.
Henry burst into laughter, while the dragon was ready to spew fire.
"I’m sorry, I currently have no space for another patient." The tattoo removal woman hurriedly grabbed her bag that had fallen on the floor.
"I have to go, and I think I will also close the office soon to go on a vacation. I’m sorry, Mrs. Howard."
Under my grandmother’s murderous gaze, the poor woman left the room as if running away.
The dragon slammed her walking stick on the floor, yelling at the door,
"COME IN!"
Two young and handsome bodyguards came inside with a big cake, candles lit and everything.
Had the old hag gone senile? I stood up and saw that on the cake, in big red letters, there stood, "Happy 18th birthday, Kennith!"
Ah...today was my birthday? And it was even my real age, not the incorrect ones that would forever stand in my documents.
Damn...I felt a bit touched. That old mummy wasn’t so bad, was she?
Touched until... I saw my grandma go to the cake and throw it to the floor. The bodyguards hurriedly stepped on it to ensure the lit candles wouldn’t start a fire.
My birthday cake....
"GANGSTERS DON’T EAT CAKE!" She announced at a volume that nearly deafened the whole building before storming out of the room.
