Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 488. 1438
I can’t believe I have stuff running down my legs.
I can’t believe this creepy fact that it was Henry’s cum is somehow turning me a bit on.
I can’t fucking believe yesterday happened and that I STILL OWE HIM, albeit feeling more crushed than after a fight with a monster.
And I can’t help feeling super paranoid that that place down there had now really loosened up beyond recognition, given that it couldn’t even hold in a bit of liquid.
After cursing Henry out for staying behind and laughing at me, I stood under the hot water for some time before finally gathering the courage to check.
Oh? Somewhat normal? A bit swollen but not as bad as I had feared? Closed up like we like it?
Haaah.
I let go of a long breath and started washing for real—and the ’spilled juice’ was eventually wiped from the ’floor.’
The hot water also did wonders for the dull pain at the end of my stomach, my arching hip joints, and my trembling leg muscles.
Very good. Fucking unbelievable that I have to deal with the aftermath in the first place when having an UPGRADED body.
Anyway... to summarize, I didn’t feel practically more gay after last night—not that I felt gay before, on the contrary—so doing it didn’t feel like that big of a deal anymore... besides earth-shattering orgasms and having gathered the best kind of jerking-off material for the next hundred years, which mostly entailed Henry’s expression and impressions of his body...
I was a newly born man after washing up, and while drying my hair, I checked how far Henry was in the adjoining room.
Not hearing a trace of him near but instead just paper rustling upstairs felt unsettling, so I directly teleported.
While explaining my sudden arrival before asking what he was doing here, my gaze fell on the stacks of paper in an outside 100×80 cm trunk.
I stopped, my heart thundering, and ignoring the distinctive ache in my joints, I crouched down and looked through the mountains of papers—all carrying my name.
"Apparently, Ethan brought them from the center."
Yeah, how could I not recognize the same style as the love letter I had received from him during our one year apart?
Just that apparently the stack of papers I had received was the tip of the iceberg—now confronted with so many more ’love letters’ than I had known existed, I felt touched badly.
Not only do I owe him 1x inside me, but also a big trunk of paper plans.
I spoke, then saw him smile, then reached for him.
Like a good puppy and not showing any pain he himself was feeling, Henry moved from sitting on the floor into a crouching position to then lean over, his face resting securely in my palm.
I caressed him.
"I like the gift, very, very much." Feeling a bit choked up, I didn’t let go of the cheek nuzzling itself deeper into my touch while letting my gaze wander back over the trunk.
I want it. I want to take that trunk of love letters with me.
I want to keep it close to look at it and feel it.
So much sincerity and pain gathered in one place; it was breathtaking.
Somehow, I could understand Henry’s paper-hatching now.
"You want to catch up?" Henry asked, his paws holding onto my palm as he adorably and devotedly rubbed his face against it.
"Yeah. I feel the very urgent need to do just that." And to take away all the sorrow lingering behind from that time-
"Alright, I will eagerly wait for you."
"Mhm, do that. Though you won’t be able to hatch a trunk of drawings."
"A pity ..." As if everything precious needed to be stored close to his stomach... wait.
"Did you do the cum-sandwich-sleep position in an attempt to hatch me?"
"AHAHAHAH, I don’t know~ I was asleep~~" Henry repeated ’cum sandwich’ a few times as if liking the term.
"We’ll get the trunk after finding a place to stay in the capital later." I gathered the paper stacks carefully and placed them back again before closing the trunk.
I conjured up a simple but sturdy lock usually used for cellars, and after testing and confirming that it could be used to lock the trunk, I asked the puppy,
"Four digits?"
"Fourteen and... hm~... thirty-eight." Henry chose with a tilt of his head and a scorching glance.
Alright.
After locking the trunk and placing it in the only spot near me that was hidden, under the desk, I pulled Henry up.
"Ethan said we should take with us what we need."
He naturally found his place behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
"So we will directly go from work to the others?"
"Yeah."
If it was like this, we couldn’t go immediately, as I wanted Henry to get rid of a few things.
I checked my phone—we should have already left by now.
I dragged Henry downstairs and stopped in front of my door.
"Get your black box and contact lenses."
Henry leaned over and kissed my cheek a few times before obediently going to his room.
Meanwhile, I went into our room and got the box, lubricant, and booklet from on top of the bathroom mirror before taking the ’Ren business card’ from on top of the washing machine, where I had placed it at some point, probably before washing.
After putting the towel around my neck away, I met the puppy in the bedroom.
I touched his black box, then stuffed mine into his arms.
"Get rid of them."
"So you let me loosen you up personally next time?"
Hearing him put emphasis on ’next time,’ I chuckled.
"No way in hell. I’ll conjure it up. I don’t want this stuff lying around or to take it to work."
While I spoke, I went to the bed and got the dirty covers from it to then throw them on the floor.
"Get rid of this as well."
"Yes, sir." Henry’s power was as efficient as always, though he looked alarmingly reluctant to get rid of the sheets...
But I stared him down until he got rid of them as well.
In the end, he only held his contact lenses up.
Seeing his eyes, he had put them in already, so I didn’t touch the empty package to be able to conjure them up again in the future.
I told him to pocket it, and when I wanted to say we should go, Henry went for the closet to take the drawings and secure them—where else? —under his shirt and waistband.
I chuckled before telling him he should just teleport to me instead of a specific place, then I counted down and appeared in a side alley near the city hall.
Henry appeared behind me and hung on me while we walked across the big, empty, multiple-laned street to where we and Ethan stood.
When Ethan spotted us, he took a long look at us before finally nodding when we were close enough.
He checked his wristwatch.
"Good morning." He didn’t reproach us for being slightly late but hurried when walking up the steps.
"Good morning." I matched his speed, and Henry let go of me to walk beside me.
When we entered the city hall, there was still a short line of people in front of us.
"Why was the trunk in your room and not mine?" I eventually asked Ethan while waiting.
Henry laughed, and Ethan froze—maybe at my tone, which came out a bit sharper than intended, or at the fact I did know about the trunk in the first place.
He pushed his glasses up.
"I wanted to... hide them before I asked the owner of the papers what to do with them, but many things happened in the meantime. I apologize." Not defining if the owner was the one who had written them or the name written on them, he gave a polite smile.
"Mhm, no worries." I nodded and motioned for Ethan to step forward—he was the next in line.
Ethan got over with it, and when Henry and I stepped forward, the receptionist’s eyes stayed on our faces longer than in the days before.
Apparently even she noticed that Henry had become more handsome than before, with a sexual appeal that made one want to lock him up.
The moment I raised my hand to snap my fingers at her yet again, she continued asking questions; her glitching immediately stopped before I could make a point.
Henry snatched my raised hand and planted a kiss on it in a very obvious manner, as if to declare ownership.
The receptionist’s eyes went wide before she hurriedly looked away and gave us the conjured-up IDs back.
I took them and dragged Henry away.
"Don’t be so gay," I hissed as we followed Ethan, who had turned and walked ahead to the buses.
"She looked at you," Henry shrugged while clinging to me.
"Nope. She looked at you. "I elbowed him while we stood in the next line.
"Are you—"
"Be quiet," I interrupted him before he could start the annoying jealousy game once more.
Inside the bus, Henry pulled his phone out and started typing while holding my hand the whole time.
I leaned on his shoulder and watched his fingers move.
He was typing a long text, warning of the soon downfall of the city.
"Ah, you’ll send it now?"
"No, just preparing it for later," he whispered back.
I glanced at his face, back at his fingers, and the expression he wore last night flickered in my mind like a bolt of lightning, sending electricity through my body.
Damn it!!
I already want to do it again.
