Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 371. Demonstration over

"What did the government or the military do until now to get rid of the rats?" I asked while staring down at that cat-rat-dog-like thing and trying to overcome the disgust to touch it.

The question was, was touching that really worse than a torso-hill?

Yet, the memory of the torso-hill felt far away, as if I had seen these scenes in a movie or had dreamed about them, while that thing in front of me felt awfully real.

"We released a chemical gas, tried ultrasonic sounds, placed poisoned traps throughout the city, and put the citizens under house arrest to hunt the rats continuously for a week straight. At last we tried to lure them in one location with livestock," the staff sergeant recounted.

"Nothing worked?" I raised my eyebrows. Luring them into a trap with fresh flesh was also my first thought.

With my power, I could easily replicate them and screw the government over, yes, but then the city would still drown in rats.

I, for one, didn’t want to live with them.

Zombies, although a very nice detail to your usual apocalypse, weren’t very nice the moment their population took overhand.

So I want to see neither rats nor zombies when walking out of my house.

"They are fast, and they reproduce quickly. They are able to conceive not long after being born; additionally, they are smart." The staff sergeant looked at the pinkish monster on the table with nearly something like appreciation.

"A very powerful fiend and hunter."

I grimaced seeing the old man so tender in front of a little monster and exchanged a look with my grandma, who had her face scrunched up as well and pointed at her temple, as if telling me that the staff sergeant was lost for good.

I suppressed a chuckle, while Danny and Jordan laughed out loud, interrupting whatever the old man was thinking about.

Clearing his throat, he continued to explain.

"No matter the form of poison, it didn’t work on them; ultrasonic sound didn’t provoke any reaction, and only a part of them was attracted by the fresh livestock... it appears they prefer human flesh—this is information that wasn’t made public."

Well, that was that.

"And the military didn’t try to use humans as bait?" Henry scoffed, his head placed on top of mine.

"...The results hadn’t sufficiently reduced the number of rats." He answered, this time not denying it.

Henry and I chuckled but let it go.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, there was a knock on the door, and Emma told us that the food was ready.

"Take a shower before you dirty my dining room!" My grandma instantly found a way to further disturb the silence with her favorite activity—mobbing me.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Everyone start eating first. Kennith and Henry, you stay for a moment." As the clear matriarch and person with the money, house, and food, everyone heeded her words and went out until there were only us three, Kitty, and the hairless monstercat left.

Even Ethan had left, and it was strange without him there to intervene if things got heated and we’d start another screaming match.

My grandmother turned around and grabbed her walking stick that leaned against her throne, as if she was preparing to beat someone.

Leaning against her stick, she looked at us.

"Henry, stand straight." It was a clear command, and Henry obeyed and let go of me.

"Why can the others go eat ahead of us?" I asked her, feeling hungry.

"The bodies are gone completely?" She ignored me and stared up at Henry as if she were the taller person here.

"The bodies, including every grain of sand that had touched them." He reported as if she was his master, and I didn’t like that.

But I could teeth-clenchingly overlook it because the demon queen was probably everybody’s master.

"Good work." She nodded and let herself plop down on the throne, as if a huge weight had fallen from her shoulders.

"Don’t worry; I won’t go to prison, at least not until I am a free man again." First, we had to screw them over and get my innocence back; then, for all I care, they can come up with new charges because I won’t get them another five hundred thousand rats and will just use violence to solve whatever problem they have with me.

"Do you want to anger me to death??" She half-screamed.

"Yes. Then I’ll have the house to myself." I nodded, and when she raised her walking stick, I took Henry’s wrist and made a run for it.

"DON’T SPREAD THE SAND EVERYWHERE!" My grandmother bellowed after us.

We were in our room in no time; the fast fingerprint lock was a big help as well and would also keep anyone chasing after us out.

"Let’s shower and eat. Ah, we have to hang up the laundry." I pulled my shirt over my head and went to the bathroom.

Can’t believe we washed the laundry a few hours ago; it feels like that was in a different life.

Not hearing an answer, I turned around and found Henry leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching me get out of my pants as if I were putting on a show for him.

"Do you crave pain?" I asked him, immediately regretting the question.

Henry’s eyes wandered from my boxers to my stomach, over my chest, to my throat, until he met my eyes.

"Yes."

"I knew you’d say that. Go shower in your bathroom; I am too hungry for your antics." More importantly, in my room was a not-as-large freestanding bathtub just like in his room.

That meant if I turned to Henry while inside, we would be really close, with both of our cocks really near to each other.

And if I turned around, he would have his cock dangerously close to my ass, and I didn’t want to give him any strange ideas.

Additionally, the showerhead wasn’t coming out of a wall like it had been with the rain shower in the center but was at one side of the bathtub placed on a pole, so there wasn’t even enough space for us to really shower together.

"Mhm..." Henry hummed deeply, not stopping his ogling until I threw him out of the bathroom.

"Let’s shower together; I will behave!" He whined when I pushed him out and closed the door in his face.

"Yeah. Sure. Go shower, then hang the laundry up, and bring your clothes over so you can change here."

He stopped misbehaving and happily left after hearing the last part.

When I was finally alone, I got rid of my boxer shorts and turned on the water, only to find that I was a bit turned on—as if I had expected something.

I closed my eyes and cursed yet again; if this continued, we would both constantly run around with our best parts standing.

Well, what would you expect from young and horny guys? We were both still at the end of our teenage years, and I think I was officially already twenty years old?

I had my eighteenth birthday inside the center, and since then two years had gone by, so I was really fucking twenty for the world.

Henry had been two years older than me, so he was now twenty-two.

Time flies by—especially with time differences at play.

When I finished washing up and got into fresh clothes, I felt like I had been born anew.

My first fucking shower since lying down for a week.

I should have done that directly after waking up, but because we didn’t really sweat and rarely stank after leveling up, showering had lost its importance.

It felt as if time was going by much slower for our bodies.

We could go longer without eating, drinking, using the toilet, or getting greasy.

Because of the giant, we know that it is indeed possible to live for hundreds of years, and I and Henry had surely also added to our lifespan.

Just maybe it wasn’t like this, and we won’t live longer than our bodies were supposed to exist, but we are just moving slower through our limited timespan, and because of that, we will be around much longer than other humans.