From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 734: Accused of Cheating While Naked

The reason Micah fled a few floors down from the penthouse was exactly what he had told Darcy. He was genuinely afraid that one touch from Clyde would make him lose control, dropping his pride along with his pants and begging the man to take him.

That was how horny he had been, especially after tasting the thrill of intimacy. He had heard people warn their daughters to be more cautious of married men than single ones. He had always found it puzzling, shouldn’t it be the opposite? But now he understood. Once that desire was awakened, the man’s horniness would spiral out of control.

The sheer intensity of his desire was overwhelming for him to stay beside Clyde without giving himself away.

His family’s teasing was the second reason. However, he was determined not to appear too eager or easy in Clyde’s eyes. So, he had made a hasty retreat, trying to distance himself from the situation. Those nights were torturous; he tossed and turned, plagued by vivid dreams that left him feeling embarrassed and exposed.

But now he had a legitimate reason to ask Clyde for more without sacrificing his dignity. No begging!

And Clyde, being caught pretending to pass out, would eagerly agree, ready to please him.

With newfound confidence, he extended his foot and placed it on Clyde’s shoulder, looking at him with an expectant gaze.

Clyde’s expression was one of mild confusion as their eyes met.

"Did you forget? Our routine foot massage?" Micah teased, hoping to draw a reaction.

Clyde took hold of his foot, gently squeezing it, and Micah felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He had missed this closeness more than he could articulate. But then, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. Leaning closer to Clyde’s ear, he whispered, "Don’t just use your hands."

Clyde’s eyes darkened slightly, yet he maintained an air of innocence, pretending he hadn’t heard Micah’s provocative invitation. He was the perfect example of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, biding his time for the right moment.

Micah watched as the man continued to just massage his foot, nothing else. It seemed he wasn’t fully sober.

Frustrated by his lack of response, Micah withdrew his foot and strode toward the bathroom. Teasing Clyde when he was under the influence of alcohol didn’t feel as fulfilling; he preferred to see genuine reactions, to engage in playful banter. Not like now. Hmph.... His own hands were enough to satisfy himself. He didn’t need Clyde.

Meanwhile, Clyde was petrified. He was waiting for more teasing from Micah. The mischievous young man liked to flirt with him, push his buttons. But now he easily gave up on him, as if he had other choices for that regard.

Clyde’s somewhat muddled head filled with red alerts. Didn’t they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? Why did Micah behave the opposite?

Clyde never expected to second-guess his ability. Was it really like Georgina said? That his performances weren’t on par with what Micah wanted? That he was really bad at it?

No... their bodies didn’t even join together completely. How could Micah decide he lacked in satisfying him? Until now, was it all what? Pretending? How could that be? Micah had clearly been the more satisfied one.

No! He should get to the bottom of this!

Clyde stood up, a new resolution taking place in his intoxicated mind. If he were completely sober, maybe he would have realised that he was overreacting and overthinking. But unfortunately for Micah, this Clyde was hell-bent on showing Micah he was capable enough.

Inside the bathroom, Micah stripped off his clothes in disgust. They still carried the scent of alcohol from when he dragged Clyde upstairs. Then he turned on the hot water, allowing steam to envelop him as he stepped into the shower. Just as he was lathering his hair with shampoo, he heard a noise behind him. Before he could react, a hand grasped his waist.

Micah jolted, water spluttering into his mouth and nose. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed, wiping his eyes and glaring at Clyde, who had discarded his bathrobe and was now looking at him with an almost pitiful expression.

"Do you not want me anymore?" Clyde asked, his voice filled with an unexpected vulnerability.

Micah was taken aback. What was he even talking about in the middle of a shower? "Huh?"

"You’re not sleeping next to me anymore... and you’re seeing other people. Are we not exclusive? Do you want to date others?" Clyde pressed, his words bewildering Micah further.

Micah stood there, mouth agape, staring at the naked man before him, wrestling with the absurdity of the situation. "What? That’s bullshit! When did I ever do that?"

"You even got his number right next to me!" Clyde accused, pointing an accusing finger.

"Who? Xiao Ming?" Micah blinked, trying to process the accusation.

"See! You’re even on a first-name basis with him, calling him affectionately," Clyde continued, his tone laced with jealousy.

"I was just making a friend! I thought he’d be a good match for Darcy," Micah replied, feeling the need to defend himself.

"Darcy?" Clyde echoed, clearly confused.

"Yeah, you know he’s single. I thought it would be nice to help him move on," Micah explained, hoping to diffuse the tension. "These past days I was introducing people to him all the time. Didn’t you know?"

"So, you’re not mad at me then? You’re not trying to replace me because I am lacking, right?" Clyde asked, his voice softening slightly. The tight feeling in his chest disappeared the moment the misunderstanding cleared.

"Do we really need to have this conversation right now?" Micah sighed, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over him. He wasn’t really listening to what Clyde was saying. He just wanted to placate the man and send him away. "No, I’m not angry."

As his gaze roamed over Clyde’s body, he felt a rush of heat. He could feel his body responding, the tension building.

"Then let me wash your back if you are telling the truth," Clyde said, stepping closer, his intentions clear.

Micah’s gaze fell on the saluted soldier on Clyde’s body, where it was pressing against his, and his heart skipped a beat.

Micah’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He instinctively raised a hand to stop Clyde. "No, I’m good."

His other hand instinctively moved to cover himself as he met those pale blue eyes filled with unfathomable determination. His chrysanthemum tightened in fright.

But Clyde was undeterred. He deftly flipped Micah around, dispensing some shower gel onto his hands and rubbing it into Micah’s back. Micah shivered, realising that Clyde was even more unpredictable and needy when drunk.

Clyde’s hands moved down from Micah’s back to his neck, sending shivers through him. They trailed lower, reaching Micah’s waist, where Clyde began to tease the dimples just above his bottom, making his legs feel weak.

As if he had discovered a new toy, Clyde continued to explore, squeezing the dimples playfully. His hands ventured further south, and he murmured, "This area could use some cleaning too."

Micah gasped as Clyde poked him, catching him off guard. Before he could react, Clyde trapped him against the wall, teasingly prodding him further.

That wasn’t all. Clyde’s other hand went forward and smeared soap on his little brother too. Micah looked at those long pale knuckles wrapping around his desire and flushed red. The image of those beautiful bony knuckles exploring his entrance flashed in his mind, making steam rise from his ears. It was damn too sexy!

Micah felt the most intense stimulation in his life. Especially when Clyde lifted one of his thighs, thrusting his arousal against him.

The sensations of Clyde’s hot, hard body against him while being poked and touched made Micah’s head spin, and he let out a low moan as pleasure coursed through him. Clyde didn’t relent; he continued to pry, eventually slipping a finger inside him.

Pain and desire flooded Micah’s mind, releasing a week’s worth of pent-up longing. He instinctively pushed his hips back, urging Clyde’s finger deeper, and soon, the bathroom tiles were slick with evidence of his release.

As clarity washed over him, Micah cursed, wanting to turn and smack Clyde, but the man’s iron grip held him firmly in place. Clyde’s breath was hot against his ear as he added another finger, stretching him further.

"What are you doing?" Micah gasped, feeling overwhelmed.

But Clyde was relentless, adding yet another finger, exploring every inch until he found that special spot. He was determined to make this raw rice completely cooked into a soft ripe one. The moment Clyde’s fingers pressed there, Micah lost all coherent thought, a wave of electricity shooting through him, leaving him blank for a second.

"I should have done it sooner...." Clyde whispered, his voice ragged.

The only thing Micah thought before going limp was how the fuck he ended up like this? Wasn’t he supposed to be the jealous one? Catching his boyfriend going to the bar alone? Making himself vulnerable for others to take advantage of? Messing with him acting completely drunk?

Then how the hell was Clyde the one acting like a mad dog, devouring him, acting possessive, claiming him as his own?

When Micah finally opened his eyes again, he found himself enveloped in a warm embrace, the sound of a hair dryer humming softly above him. He felt a hand running gently through his silver hair. Clyde, noticing that he was awake, leaned down to kiss him, his pale blue eyes filled with a mixture of desire and unfulfilled longing, as if he were waiting for Micah to fully awaken so they could continue where they left off.

Micah’s heart skipped a beat as his back turned cold. No way he was letting this man anywhere near his delicate flower with that massive junk! Just three fingers and he felt so full he thought it would tear in any second! He wasn’t ready, not mentally, not at all! Especially when Clyde was partially drunk! He wasn’t masochistic, either! Thank you very much!

He instinctively closed his eyes again, playing dead. Clyde chuckled softly but didn’t shake him awake. Instead, he turned off the hair dryer and waited patiently for Micah to truly fall back into slumber.

It was then that Clyde made up his mind. He planned to take Micah to a quiet resort that night, determined not to let him slip away again.