Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 303. Explicit
Henry’s POV
It started with a simple question.
I had been sitting inside the group therapy session, the chairs arranged in a circle, with my arms crossed and my legs stretched out.
Obviously, I continuously thought of Kenny, even going so far as to close my eyes and visualize his image etched in my mind, letting my gaze wander over his body inch by inch—and I did so in this moment as well.
"I am scared about everything happening in our world. I don’t want to continue with watching the news." Someone complained to the psychopathic therapist leading the group.
The smooth forehead and eyebrows that were not overly prominent, looking especially well-behaved. However, that would change when he challengingly raised them.
"It wouldn’t be good to ignore what is currently happening. Each of us has to confront ourselves with it." The psychopathic therapist answered.
Light brown lashes matching his hair, not overly long, befitting a guy who wouldn’t wear makeup. But they still looked beautiful. His hair was not as soft as a girl’s but felt good to the touch, especially when holding onto it.
"I am scared. Is this really the apocalypse?" Someone else chimed in, and the ’you scare me and I scare you’ game began, with them juggling fears around.
The enchanting eye color, as red as blood, befitting a demon that would steal the souls of humans to feast on them. Or that of a raging god, easily taking the lives of whoever would dare to meet his gaze.
"Yes, what if there is another earthquake? I can’t sleep thinking of it." Someone else whined.
Thin lips—befitting those of a man, which would break into a charming smirk. Lips that were unbelievably delicious, foretelling of the exhilarating taste beyond them.
"At least we probably wouldn’t remember it this time either, haha. Just waking up in another world, haha, haaa, haaa." Anxious laughter from someone else turned into mild hyperventilation.
I also loved his throat and his neck. Not only was it beautiful with the ink, but it had been beautiful even back then; his Adam’s apple was always somehow sexy, a real turn-on to watch it move. And he chose his tattoos perfectly. Even though I hated the fact that someone else touched him to put them on him and that it had to be a woman—no, two women—it was he himself who came up with and drew the motifs, turning his body into his own canvas.
"Everybody is scared in these current times. We are all in this together. This is a global problem we humans have to tackle together." The group therapist assured.
His chest, his abdomen, his arms—all adorned with tattoos, more beautiful paintings on this chiseled masterpiece. His skin was soft, and the muscle beneath hard, making the touch similar to marble. Alluring hands with unique palm lines, a few ticks smaller than mine—easy to grab, easy to hold.
"Still, I don’t want to die, not after surviving so desperately." This time it was one of the twins speaking, the other directly following after her.
"Me too... I don’t want this world to diminish."
From the stomach down, sparse pubic hair, and his cock—of good average size, a bit smaller than mine due to our different body sizes. A bit of foreskin but not a fully enclosed tip. Regrettably, I didn’t really get a look at it when he stood erect because Kenny would turn away from me. When I jerked him off, I was too nervous to take a look at it myself; I also feared he would stop me from continuing if he noticed that I was peeking at his cock.
"What if you could do something to stop the apocalypse?" The therapist suddenly asked.
I snapped my eyes open and stopped my reverie, looking at her.
She seemed to feel my gaze but continued to look at the people sitting in the circle, not turning to me.
"Until the next lesson, I want you to think about it. If you could step up and do something against the apocalypse, would you do it? Would you want to become a hero that is saving others? This will be the topic of our next sessions." She smiled and raised her arms, as if embracing us all together.
I silently stared at her before standing up and leaving. It was clearly the end of the lesson, but the others mostly still sat there and smiled at the therapist.
I went to the spot where Kenny would smoke with me and reached into my white pants to get cigarettes out.
Kenny told Dr. Lawrence that he needed cigarettes delivered when she warned him to be careful about conjuring up things and either destroying or consuming them. She apparently hadn’t forgotten—only that she brought them when Kenny was already gone.
I thought about how Kenny would hold his cigarette while smoking, how he would take deep drags, and how he would exhale the smoke—every action of his so natural and casual, yet all of them so damn mesmerizing.
"I miss you," I mumbled silently, standing in the same spot I had last time, just without the person in question, without having him near enough to kiss him or pull him into a hug.
When I was finished, I dissolved the cigarette butt and went back inside.
I walked to the room for the one-on-one psychological session—the last lesson for today.
Without knocking, I marched in and sat down in front of the sweaty, thin man.
"Mr. Devin, please sit down."
I was already sitting, so I ignored his comment, tapping the armchair with an intact armrest.
"I was informed that you have started coming to the lessons again. I am... happy to have you here."
I indeed took part in all the lessons again. What if Kenny showed up all of a sudden inside Patrick or Harry while I was away? Both had the number of the phone Ethan gave me, but I would feel better if I were around them.
Besides, after going through with my little vendetta, there was nothing else to do. I would still teleport to Mrs. Howard’s mansion every two days to talk to them, even though we were currently at a standstill.
Ethan had tried to find Henrietta since we came back to our world without Kenny, but she was even more deeply hidden than Eugene Jr. and Eugene Senior Lawrence.
Like with the two men, every attempt to find her was stopped by someone saying "national security," "top secret," etc.
After I had been unsuccessful in finding her, I tried to locate my parents—the idea was that wherever they were, Henrietta couldn’t be far.
False. I could indeed teleport to them, giving my mother nearly a heart attack. They had been placed in a little apartment inside a military compound and hadn’t seen Henrietta since the moment they had been separated, which was apparently soon after they had arrived in this world and were questioned. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
It was strange seeing them outside; they had put on a good amount of weight, looking perfectly healthy again.
Now, without them being so emaciated, it was difficult to look at them because they resembled my original parents again. Resembling the image that had long been blurry but was whirled up again by just one look.
Inside the Little City World, I had been too overwhelmed with everything happening, and these parents and I had been completely estranged. When Kenny then advised me that it was okay to be their son while we had been in the Deer Monster World, they already appeared like skeletons.
Now I wanted to truly see them as my parents but felt like I was betraying my real, dead set of mother and father.
I just asked them a few questions and promised to come over once a week, so soon I would have to go there for the second time, and this time I would visit them without a reason.
Perhaps seeing them, no matter how uncomfortable it was, would shorten the wait for Kenny.
"Mr. Devin?" The sweaty psychologist interrupted my thoughts, but when I looked at him, he went silent, not repeating what I apparently had missed.
"...How are you currently feeling?" He eventually asked.
I didn’t answer him.
".....Are you scared? Worried about yourself and your family?"
I was silently tapping the armrest, closing my eyes to continue my journey along Kenny’s body. I thought of muscular thighs—on the slender side, arousing legs overall.
His feet were also smaller than mine, but not as small as a woman’s. They looked, nevertheless, really good. And his ass...
"....Wouldn’t.... wouldn’t it be reassuring if you could..... could protect them?"
It had started with a simple question from the group therapist, and from this moment on, the hints became more explicit, and the lessons changed from fake healing and subtle hints into plain recruiting.
It seemed the people here were in a hurry to get their soldiers.
