Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 383. Here we go again—the nth

As soon as Henry’s voice freed me from the pain, the tear in the tabletop healed and was glazed over by the crystals—and together with the screams in my mind subsiding, the coin appeared in my hand.

I was forced to see myself flipping it again without wanting to, as I broke my promise to Henry involuntarily.

It had been some time since that had happened, since I had been forced to see the many hands uncover the woman on the coin.

Palm, black, eyes and ears uncovered; correct future of Henry.

I appear inside a room; to be exact, it is a green-colored room.

Groaning, I press my palms against my eyes as soon as I spot the wall color, not wanting to witness explicit shit again, especially not when I had already given Henry a hand—when I had already touched Henry today for the fucking first time, in addition to me being still pissed off because of that Pony fucker.

I am freed from any visual impact, but that doesn’t mean my ears are pardoned. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Yesyesyes, make sure I hear you both groaning and moaning.

Go on, you fuckers; don’t let me interrupt you.

Can I go back to that purple pony instead of having to watch these damn rainbows mating?

I leave my eyes closed and press my hands over my ears, trying to extract myself from this vision, but I have no fucking choice but to stay.

Henry told me about the possibility that feelings or stuff were influencing my visions, and until now that seemed to have really been the case if I had involuntary visions that didn’t serve as some kind of warning.

Okay, so I’ll make a bold guess and say that this was not a warning... Well, it was DEFINITELY a warning of something really gay possibly happening in the future, and given our intimate encounters that somehow seemed to progress constantly, I get where this is coming from...somehow... FUCK!

Anyway, if there was no real danger for me to witness, and Henry was just overexcited because in our crazy little world, me going wild because he was attacked clearly would hype that doggy up endlessly, then there was no reason for me to look at this shit.

I’ll just have to wait until I wake up by myself.

Yet... if there is danger... what if some damn rat breaks in, or this is about a far-off future where, I don’t know, zombies are roaming around?

Or what if, although there is steamy shit going on, one of us misses an arm or an eye?

I have to make sure that Henry is alright in this fucking vision.

Okay, just a peek.

I slowly open one of my eyes while still covering my ears with all my might.

Okay... so given that I am looking at my own tattooed back that is busy fucking someone with long legs, it seems that I was okay somewhat.

But what about Henry?

I really hope that this was at least Henry and not some other motherfucking man.

Oh my fucking goodness, I swear if that is some other man there, then... DAMN IT!

And a woman with muscular legs wouldn’t be much better either, because that would mean Henry was dead and buried somewhere, as that fucker would have barked away anyone coming close to me otherwise.

Definitely the wrong time and place for a paranoia attack, so I just walk forward with one eye closed and one nearly squeezed shut, as well as covered ears, to the side of the mattress.

I see Henry, and my heart skips quite a few beats instead of feeling just relieved that he is alive and well.

A strong body glistening with sweat, a cheeky smile on his lips that, however, would falter for a second if my future body thrusts into him.

His cock seems so hard it should hurt, yet he can still exchange whatever words and cocky laughs with ’me.’

His wrists are bound by some silk cravat or whatever the fuck this is.

—The other end of that krawatte is in the hand of my future self, the ’me’ pulling the ’leash’ whenever something was said or when Henry tried to cover his face.

I can’t stop staring; I have seen Henry kneel, have seen him crying heartbreakingly, behaving childishly, bleeding, and being attacked, but I have never seen him so... subdued.

FUCK!

I know that I am stronger than him, especially if you added the giant’s power to my own, but if you’d go after who was more ripped, who was taller, and who appeared because of these two features manlier, then the answer would be Henry.

So seeing him bodily conquered... It was indeed so contradictory to look at.

Such an impactful picture with painfully clear details is engraving itself into my brain, and I can’t do shit against it.

His piercing blue eyes, together with the beauty mark that is nothing short of bewitching, the clenched jaw, and the muscles that contract whenever he receives ’the rod’ or ’the leash’.

Fuck, this is doing more to me than the rest of my forced future gay adventures had, especially when I was mostly inside Henry’s body while experiencing them.

I feel the pull calling me back to the present and hurriedly take a step forward to get another look before I am pulled back.

Returning to the present reality, I was back in time to watch the last seconds of the purple pony.

This not only cooled me down again but also made me angry when I thought of what that fucker had done.

On the other side, noticing that Henry had taken over the killing shortly before he pulled my body back to his without letting go of my hands calmed me down considerably.

And the table remained intact, with no further tears or anything.

Still, when Henry told me to stop looking, I did.

I closed my eyes behind the mask, seeing something far more beautiful and handsome, just as he had said.

I tried to suppress it, push it away, and concentrate on my breathing.

This shit is not important now.

We had to decide what to do with the women, the tattooed ones and the caged ones.

Only after hearing Henry mock the women did I notice that they were apparently freed now that the culprit behind the mind-control shit was dead.

Henry felt for my pulse and I was relieved that the shock of that picture had not only stopped me from cumming into my pants while we were choking some guy together—fuck, this sentence alone hinted at some sick crap going on here—but also that I instantly found it in me to keep my pulse steady so that I wasn’t dragged into some hospital because of an arrhythmia.

I went through my head what needed to be done nevertheless|Krawatt| like killing rats. |Silk| Oh, then I wanted to eat something, then write Ethan to tell him we were all right, |Bound|.

Ah, nearly forgotten,|sweat| I have to touch the rats after killing them.

So that I can conjure them up in the future.

|Sweating Henry getting fucked by me with his hands bound.|

DAMN IT!

I heard Henry continue uncovering the dirty shit that was going on here and concentrated on his voice.

I chuckled internally. Hearing him, I am somehow glad that we stumbled upon this place; hey, an additional MC trait unlocked, which was constantly walking into messy shit.

Anyway, it was very unusual for Henry to show his care when he could just finish them off, and I could guess his reason.

It was the same reason he aided me in killing the guy, which was worry about me and my fucked-up mind.

When we were on the couch again, this time with me allowing him to keep me on his lap, I finally opened my eyes, especially because I had heard footsteps coming.

Seeing at least these two women, and hearing another one screaming upstairs, not paralyzed into immobility but actively taking back what they had been deprived of, I found it a fucking blast, just like back then in the prison showers.

So go ahead, let it all out.

Henry, however, covered my eyes before I could see what happened to the mother and daughter in the corner, but I could hear it very well, so that was that.

The girl slashing the women on the floor was having her fun as well, and so did Henry while he cuddled me and kissed the back of my neck, still covering my eyes with one hand, while his other was placed on my chest as he felt my pulse more closely.

His touch, together with the timely picture of him subdued appearing in my head, made my heart rate spike again.

"Are you alright?" He whispered in my ear.

"Mhm."

"Has the table turned back? Memories intact? Do you know who I am? Hannibal, or Henry?" He stumbled over his words, sounding nervous while his grip on me tightened.

"Pfft. Obviously. You are my cool and... my most considerate and affectionate puppy."

"Can’t say the word ’romantic’?" He laughed quietly, relaxing again before he leaned back more comfortably.

"Nope." I was pulled back by him as well and was now nearly lying on Henry instead of sitting on his lap—that is how much we had slid into the couch.

"Too gay?"

"Yep. Don’t get me started." Today was approximately the nth day that was far too gay to comment on.