Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 380. Talents

No reactions from the girls inside, just the screeching rats.

Should I go kill the rats now?

And what then? Would the following silence down there be preferable to the unmoving women?

I don’t know, so fuck this.

I stood up, and Henry closed the door again, then hugged me from behind.

"Let’s go inside and wait for the boss," I said, dragging him with me to the broken entrance door.

Hmm, if we put the door in the right position, they shouldn’t be able to spot the damages immediately and run away in alarm, though we could catch them instantly.

Well, no matter what we or they do, the moment we hear them arrive, their chances to survive will be zero~.

"Are you still tired?" Henry whispered into my ear.

Well, shooting a few guys helped with the sleepiness, but I’d love to close my eyes until the boss comes home.

Still, knowing the reason he asked me that and feeling embarrassed, I stepped back a bit, and that was on Henry’s foot.

"Behave." Today I had held the leash too loose, then too tight—you can’t do it right either way.

When we were inside again, I put the door back in place while Henry whined in my ear before he put his head on mine and watched me fiddling.

Somehow, the door didn’t close perfectly, even after forcing the lock inside the door again. It wasn’t perfect, which for whatever reason peeved me.

"Why am I the one doing that when a pickpocket is here?"

"Ah, that hurts! Am I not more than a pickpocket for you?" He tightened his hold on me.

"How could that be?" I chuckled.

"You are also annoying."

"It’s part of my charm." He shrugged shamelessly.

"...It somehow is, yes." I gave in again and let the door be a door before pulling Henry to the couch.

He let himself fall back and pulled me with him so I sat on his lap.

"Yeah, not happening." I stood up halfway and plopped down beside him.

"I want to cuddle you..." He dropped his head again, and I felt a headache coming.

I pulled his mask down, together with mine, before I leaned back and conjured up a cigarette.

It feels like forever since I smoked the last time.

I didn’t have time to even take a drag when Henry snatched the cigarette, so I conjured another up without commenting on it.

"When we are home," I finally drawled out, fighting the fatigue although I didn’t do much today.

"Okay, you promised. Come here." He pulled me down sideways so that I could use his lap as a pillow.

"That’s alright, isn’t it?"

I changed my position so that I could lie on my back comfortably with my legs dangling from the armrest of the couch.

Another drag, and I breathed out the smoke upwards, watching Henry looking down on me as he combed through my hair.

Fuck, I think I can still feel the sensation of his cock in my hand. Nonono don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

At least I didn’t vomit or something, and I could reciprocate the favor he had done me... quite often till now.

So to really return the favor, I would have to touch him a few more times... which... didn’t sound so horrible... Ah dammit, don’t think about it!

"You look so good while standing..." He stroked a strand of my hair away from my forehead.

"And so good while lying down." Henry gave a light but charming smile after spouting all his nonsense.

I can’t believe a man can be so seductive, not only his looks but also the way he changes effortlessly from silly to sultry, the way he uses this deep attractive voice... well, together with his face and body...

His natural way of using his assets... it was blowing my mind.

Ah, that reminded me.

"You are a fucking good actor, by the way." I said while tapping ashes on the floor and then taking another drag.

"I know, right?" He looked as excited as ever when he was being praised.

"Yeah, it’s another alarming talent of yours." Not only was he also good at killing fast and ruthlessly, a good kisser, good with his hands, and good at picking locks, but now he was also good at acting.

Each talent, especially the first, was alarming by itself, but combined... wasn’t he essentially a... what was the male version of ’femme fatale’ again?

’Homme fatale’ or something?

"Why? What are my other talents?" He asked me while snipping his cigarette butt away.

"You don’t know?" I raised my brows.

"I want to hear you say it."

"That makes me not want to tell you." I smirked at him, feeling the lower pocket of my cargo pants vibrate.

Woah, didn’t feel a phone vibrate for a long time.

I reached inside and pulled it out to take a look while Henry continued to fiddle with my hair while staring at my face as if spellbound.

I was meanwhile somehow accustomed to him suddenly zoning out or just staring at me, and I fear I am displaying the same behavior more often than I want to admit when I am with him.

Three unread messages. I clicked on them and found it was from an already saved contact in this phone, which was Ethan.

Ethan: [Mrs. Howard is asking how you are doing.]

Ethan: [It was me who just wanted to ask how you are doing.]

Ethan: [How are you doing?]

"What is this?" I laughed and showed it to Henry, who finally stopped wearing my face out and took a look at the screen to chuckle.

"The first was your grandma wanting to know how you are doing. Then she was unhappy that he wrote her name in it. Then she was unhappy that he emphasized that it was him who asked." Very good; he came to the same conclusion.

"Yeah, bet she thought if he deleted the first two messages that they would be called back and we wouldn’t see them anymore, ahahahh!"

I typed back after getting a grip again:

[We are alright; ask my grandma if we should bring her rat fur so she can wear a plucked scarf.]

I showed it to Henry, who snickered and nodded, before I sent it.

Instantly, there was an answer, as if Ethan had sat in front of his phone, probably with another person in the vicinity as well.

Ethan: [Mrs. Howard has no interest in gifts from convicts not related to her.]

Ethan: [Especially if they choose such lousy gifts.]

Ethan: [But Mrs. Howard would surely understand, as convicts don’t have any money for proper presents.]

"Bhahahaha! What the fuck? She is obviously really standing beside him and telling him what to write, ahahah!"

Ethan: [(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)]

Hadn’t taken Ethan for the emoji guy, and such an old-school one as well.

"AHAHAHA, I bet he sent that without her looking! What is this, hahahha!!!!" I showed Henry the crying emoji, and he laughed happily, displaying a good amount of schadenfreude at Ethan’s suffering.

"We won’t need that much longer. Stay strong and guard the old dragon." I said aloud what I typed while still lying with my head in Henry’s lap before sending it.

I laughed to myself for a while before noticing that the cigarette I had held had gone out.

I let it disappear and closed my eyes for a moment.

"You are really good at that."

"You mean this?" he asked while combing through my hair again, stroking it back repeatedly.

"Yeah, that’s one of the talents. It’s relaxing." The action was perfect to lull one into sleep.

"Can you sing as well?" I asked in a half-asleep state.

"Want me to sing for you?"

"Yeah."

"Goodnight, my dearydear~ my little Kennililly~." He hummed one sentence and displayed another fucking talent; unbelievable.

...

...

"The fuck is Kennililly?" I asked while snapping my eyes open, suddenly feeling awake again.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I don’t know; it rhymes." Henry burst out laughing.

"It does not! What the hell?!" My lips twitched as I grabbed his cheeks with one hand, simultaneously covering his mouth.

"What the hell should I do with you?"

"Kiss me, pet me, and praise me~" Henry demanded muffledly before he stuck his tongue out and licked my palm.

I fought the itchiness and didn’t let go; instead, I tightened my hold on him while trying to suppress my laughter to continue with admonishing him.

That’s when we both heard it, on the street, in front of the gate.

Four people are coming, one of them silent, the other three talking.

"When is the next time we can go?" asked a younger female voice.

"Did my girls not get enough clothes today?" the sound of a middle-aged doting man.

"Don’t be ungrateful," a middle-aged woman reproached, and a bit of rustling was heard.

Sounding so normal, like a family coming back home, not like a gang leader who held women captive to let them get raped and then stuffed them in cages along with little monsters.

I turned my head to the sound and smiled.

Good, if they hadn’t gotten the wrong house and if their description matched the one the caged girl had described, then we would have had the last piece to this sick horror house full of trash and sorrow.

Henry grabbed the hand with which I still had his mouth covered and kissed it before whispering his question.

"Should I not kill them immediately?"

The young voice outside continued, sounding entitled and spoiled.

"I know, Mom, but it was so much fun!"

"No. Let’s restrain them and ask the girls if they want to kill the boss. Maybe it’ll help them psychologically or something." It was an absolute blast when I cut off the dick of the guy who wanted to rape me—which couldn’t be compared to these girls’ suffering—but maybe one or two of them would feel better by getting rid of the boss or by torturing him.

Regarding the two women, I would have to tell Henry that I wanted to flip the coin on them because I don’t want to be used to randomly kill people just because I had been asked to.

I would kill them if they were actively part of these women’s misery; if that was not the case, then they were the same as Sven. Accomplices, but there was no reason to erase their existences, especially if one of them had a relatively young voice and could be in her teens.

"Sounds fun." Henry stroked my face and bent down to plant a kiss on my lips before he straightened up so that I could raise my upper body and sit properly before I conjured up a gun along with duct tape for the restraining.

I pointed the gun at the door, and we waited as the gate opened.

"Where is everyone?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Tch, these losers are fooling around again," the middle-aged woman replied.

"They are young; let them have their fun... as long as they’re obedient," the middle-aged man laughed as they were coming closer and closer.

Finally, I heard him yell a few names on their way, but nobody answered them or came outside to greet them.

"Sven, go inside and put the shopping bags down," the middle-aged man commanded.

I gave Henry his clown mask and put the other one on my face, nearly forgetting that.

"Get yourself a shawl because of the tattoo." Henry bent to my side and whispered.

"Oh yeah. Good point." I conjured up a shawl and covered my neck with it.

Only one person walked up to the door and opened it.

"The door is...." He started, swinging the door open and instantly spotting us, his hands full of bags with designer logos on them, which meant they broke into some stores because no damn store was open at the moment.

If he made a run for it together with the scaredycats that went and sent the Black guy forward, we’d teleport out and drag them in, so it didn’t really matter how he reacted.

But the teen with pierced ears, looking a tad older than the girl had described, saw us, saw the gun, and laughed.

"Dale, fuck, man, you creeped me out! Where are the others?" He said loudly, as if he had found his gang members hiding and playing a prank on him.

Henry chuckled, and I did too, and somehow that prompted the rest of the family to come in.

First came the chubby tattooed daughter that ran forward, pushing Sven away, then the apparent mother, fat and tattooed as well.

The former saw us first and screamed, and hearing the shrill sound, interestingly, the probable father stormed inside right after them instead of running away.

Middle-aged, tattooed as well, with a few piercings, and a bleached short ponytail peeking out from under his cap.

He was instantly startled at the gun, our masks, or our overall presence, but then he surprisingly gave a big smile, showing off a golden tooth.

"Kennith and Henry, fancy meeting you again!"