Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 479. Carott

Feeling Henry appear beside me, I grabbed his wrist and jerked him to myself so that he’d have to look at me.

Henry grinned, his eyes glued to my lips as he placed one hand against the tree trunk behind me.

"So assertive?" He tilted his head, listening for any possible danger around us without looking away from me.

I leaned against the tree and scrutinized him, unsure how he would take the news.

I had reacted on instinct just now; in the end, there was no reason to, nor anything I could do.

We were here already, and things were how they were.

"You don’t want me to look?" Henry bent down, coming damn close.

"Then I won’t."

His obedient words gave me an untimely thrill.

I cupped his face and placed my lips on his for a kiss and a lick.

"You can look, but you aren’t allowed to feel hurt." I breathed in his breath and continued,

"But if you get hurt anyway, I’ll get you cotton candy."

Henry chuckled and placed his forehead against mine, his fingers finding my chest, tapping on the spot right above my heart.

First two times, but then more taps as if he couldn’t stop himself.

"Alright." He turned his head, and I saw him still for a second when he spotted his mother’s clearly pregnant figure.

"Ah."

I followed his gaze and watched as Mrs. Devin talked to a little blonde girl.

The smile on her face was genuine and relaxed—not like I had ever seen her before.

"Now she really looks like her..." Henry whispered.

"Like your mom?" I whispered back.

"Yeah, I think. But my mom was probably younger... and prettier."

"Yeah, I bet she was." I hummed, feeling his finger still on my chest.

Henry had to have the prettiest parents of his counterpart because he turned out to be the most beautiful of them.

Mrs. Devin here in the garden should be in her mid-forties, but she looked older due to the hardship she had gone through. It’s not easy to get pregnant at that age, not easy to carry the child out—but looking at her state, it shouldn’t be that long until she gives birth.

"I’m glad," the puppy hummed.

"I can’t really be a son for them, and Henrietta never had the right to be their daughter. I hope they can find peace like this." He said so, but he looked a bit lonely.

I combed through his fur with my hand.

"Alright. Do you want to talk to them and warn them or go home?" Though we were in the garden of the Lawrence mansion, we surely would find a way to talk to them if we wanted to.

"No, the Lawrence family will keep them as long as they don’t have Henrietta. They will bring them out of the city. I will talk to Martin on Sunday to make sure of it... besides..."

"Besides?"

He turned back to me and smiled.

"If I suddenly appear in front of her, it could send her into early labor."

I nodded.

"Then let’s go?"

Henry bent down and kissed me, his tongue entering without any question to make itself at home.

When his hand wandered to my crotch, I grabbed his hair and pulled him away to raise my eyebrows at him.

Henry chuckled and burrowed his head in my neck, not caring if his hair was pulled.

"It’s been so long..."

"Has it? Aren’t you jerking off every morning?" I took a few breaths to seem a bit more collected.

"That’s just because I am..." he licked his lips.

"...losing control of my imagination while using the kit."

"Oh? You want to get fucked by me that desperately?" I chuckled and pulled him away again, and this time, he let it happen.

There was a fervent, crazy look in his eyes, together with a stubbornness that couldn’t be concealed any longer—an untamed but shackled spirit was hiding under the (mostly) obedient demeanor.

I tilted my head to look at him, seeing the need he had for us finally doing it.

And I could finally see how desperate he was for the assurance of a commitment.

"Alright." I smirked.

"Hold out two more days, will you?" I tapped his chest twice while staring at him, and he laughed tremblingly.

"I will. I am a good puppy, aren’t I?" He again put his forehead against mine.

"The best. Such a good boy." I patted his head, and he sighed in bliss.

I really love these small sighs that make him seem so much like a real puppy that only wanted to get petted.

"You will go first. Count down," I commanded.

Henry didn’t argue with me for once and leaned back, making the rock ’n’ roll sign with one hand and a victory sign with the other while counting down.

I sighed, and I imitated him to the puppy’s overflowing joy before he disappeared from my sight.

A really unpleasant feeling I just can’t get accustomed to.

I looked back at the pregnant woman and her husband; everything they talked about since we were here was about nonsensical stuff like the summer heat, the flowers, and the movie they were watching tonight.

Well, I also hope they get a bit of peace out of the new baby. I will have to come back at some point and look into their future to make sure they will stay happy while getting them away from the Lawrence clan sometimes in the future.

"Five, four, three, two, one." I repeated Henry’s words and teleported back to my room.

Instantly arriving, instantly engulfed in a big warm hug.

"Hungry?" Henry asked, and I nodded, though I still stayed a bit longer like this before pulling him out of the room.

The kitchen was empty, but we had enough food held warm for us.

After we sat down and started to dig in, Henry eventually spoke, right when I was starting to get paranoid about him being more affected by the little visit today than I had hoped.

"Tomorrow, we’ll hide the carrot in the morning, but not on Saturday... then we will do it directly before we do ’it’ in the evening."

Oh, the fucker was just horny; I thought too much.

"Do we call it like this now? ’Hiding the carrot?’" Did he have to constantly be so extra cringe?

"Yes. It’s a good cover." He seemed convinced enough.

I pressed my lips together.

"It is the most gay expression I have heard in my life. So no fucking way."

"It is a very heterosexual way of speaking about things without naming them."

"Say ’gay sex’. Say the word, and it will be less gay than that carrot thing." Before I spoke, I used my super hearing to make sure nobody would hear our conversation, and I whispered just to make sure.

Henry finally cringed but nevertheless regained his cockiness way too soon.

"You want gay sex that much?" He whispered back, and I was in disbelief at what a perfectly fine dinner had turned into.

I elbowed him, and he whined, so the topic was over, or so I thought.

"Did you internalize what I said first?"

"I can’t forget this gay conversation even if I wanted to." I agreed, and he stared at me in the most annoying manner until I chuckled and threw a verbal ’yes’ at him.

Only then did he continue to eat.

When we were finished, I told him to go shower in his room while I went for a shower in my own.

When I was in my pajamas, I went to the kitchen to get the puppy pudding in addition to the conjured-up cotton candy I planned to give him later together with another little surprise.

After really finding some in the fridge, I took it and walked outside, noticing a figure that was slowly walking down the staircase.

Looking up, I met intense blue eyes, short hair, and a tall, thin figure.

What the fuck?

She stared at me, and I stopped in my tracks as well.

"You... you are alive?" Henrietta asked me, her face in visible disbelief.

"..." I was speechless for a second.

Why is she ’normal’ again? Why the fuck can she stand up and talk bullshit, and why is nobody with her to drag her back into her bed?

"You don’t remember yesterday? You have already seen me."

She shook her head, falling into a short daze as she took another step downward, clothed in white pajamas that were too big for her.

"How did you come back... from where I sent you?" She asked quietly, grabbing the railing of the staircase with both hands.

"Long story." I chuckled.

"Thank you for sending me back then and for bringing the others out." That was what I said, but I was in reality asking myself if I should knock her out.

I really feel unwell all over with her wandering alone through a house with weapons—fuck—and a kitchen that had knives.

"You are really alive... You also look a bit older." Her finger slid along the railing as she took down the rest of the steps.

I hummed, getting a bit paranoid.

"When did you wake up?"

"Just now." She said before she came to a halt, standing in front of me.

"So nobody talked to you?"

"No. You are the first."

It really pissed me off how she was taller than me, looking down as if assessing me.

Back at school I didn’t really mind that much; now it made me angry, and did I mention paranoid?

"Henrietta, how about a truce? We all hurt each other, but we also saved each other. If you stay with us, we’ll feed you."

"You will feed me?" She raised her hand as if she wanted to touch my neck, but I stepped back while getting really annoyed.

"Nope. My grandma will feed you with ordinary food as long as you are nice."

She stared at me for a few seconds before her eyes rolled back, and she fell.

I stepped forward instinctively but managed to stop myself before catching her.

Instead of helping, I watched her fall on the floor and confirmed that it was genuine unconsciousness.

Man, I really don’t wanna touch her.

I listened in for Henry, to hear him step out of the shower, and cursed internally.

I teleported upstairs and knocked at Ethan’s door.

He opened it with half-wet hair as well.

"Henrietta just talked to me at the end of the staircase before falling unconscious?!?"

"She is awake?"

"And she talked... more or less coherently. Please get someone to get her and supervise her."

I teleported back to Henrietta but was sadly too late; Henry had just opened the door of his room with a towel on his head.

"I told Ethan to get her," I informed him while making a bit of a bow around the blacked-out girl on the floor with pudding in my hands.

"What did she say?" Henry’s face turned creepily blank.

"Fuck." After cursing out loud, I repeated the whole conversation.

"She wants to eat you? No need for anybody to get her." He laughed darkly and stepped forward, looking ready to drag her up by her short hair.

I stopped him.

"Either dragging her up violently or getting cotton candy and delousing me. Choose one." I didn’t mention the pudding because it was obvious that there would be... well... pudding.

He froze before looking at my freshly washed hair.

Knowing what he wanted to say, I put pudding 1 under my arm to have a hand free for conjuring up a handful of half-dry plaster, which I showed to him.

"..."

"Cotton candy and delousing you." He eventually made his choice with a meek voice and a bowed head, the towel covering his eyes.

"Mhm, thought so." We already heard someone coming to bring her back, so I let the half-dry plaster disappear for now to pull him into our room.