Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 465. Monday Morning (6)

AN: Ch. 460 had been slightly altered since "I bent down and opened the box"—the ’tampon’ now has no thicker end, and instead of a loop we have a thin handle to pull it out now! *Sorry for the inconvenience!*

I woke up again by the suffocating feeling in my chest and numbness in my left arm.

Damn, why did they have to lie down this way? If they changed positions and my right arm was numb instead, I wouldn’t think every time I woke up that I was in the midst of a heart attack, scaring me nearly into a real heart attack.

However, when I opened my eyes, I noticed that something was wrong with Henry.

His head was pressed into my chest, lying sideways across the bed, with his feet sticking out of the mattress.

He was trembling, and my shirt was soaked.

"Henry??" I called out and shook him, but he didn’t react.

I had to slip my hand out of Ren’s grip to flip Henry over.

The puppy was crying, but that wasn’t all; there was a bunch of spit coming out of his mouth as if he were unable to swallow.

This... looked like a seizure.

"HEY!" I was instantly on my knees and shook him to wake him up, feeling a dread-filled panic.

His eyes fluttered open after a few shakes, and he looked at me in a daze.

"Did you cry?" He then suddenly asked me before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

I clutched his face.

"What happened just now?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"I heard you crying." He whispered, heartbroken, as if recounting a dream.

"You motherfucker just had a seizure, trembling, drooling, and you are in the middle of crying! What the hell happened???"

No, talking wasn’t enough; we needed a doctor.

I jumped up, ready to run upstairs or directly teleport to the old man, but Henry sat up and grabbed my arm to pull me into his embrace.

"Just a bad dream, a bad dream." He seemed to have now fully woken up, but his voice was still muffled.

I tried to get his arms off me.

"No, that wasn’t a normal sleep paralysis; this wasn’t normal."

"Shush." Henry had pulled me on top of him, with my back to his chest.

He nuzzled my neck, his hand finding the wet spot on my chest.

"I’m sorry for drooling... and crying on you."

I clenched my jaw.

"WHO THE HELL CARES??? THE DOCTOR HAS TO TAKE A LOOK AT YOU!"

"Shush." He repeated into my ear,

"You are scaring Ren."

I looked to my side and saw Ren sitting upright on his knees, sleepy but alarmed, looking at us confusedly.

But still, a bunch of things came to my mind: epilepsy, a stroke, or something uncanny like, I don’t know, rabies or something that Henry had caught through breathing or something.

"If you ’shush’ me again, see what I will do with you!!" I cursed.

I again tried to get out of his hold, but he tightened it in foresight.

"I can’t wait." He whispered, clearly enjoying this.

I was SO fucking close to punching him.

"If you worry so much, give me your blood." He kissed my neck before he turned to the kid.

"Go to your room."

The kid looked at me, fidgeting with his hands, and I relaxed my body and nodded at him.

Kitty hadn’t come back; maybe he was still in front of the window, where the paid debt had been delivered yesterday. So, after Ren left, we were completely alone.

It was extremely dark outside, but with a hue that told me that the sun would rise in a bit, so it was the right time for vampires to get a late snack.

But there was just a wet leech sticking itself to my neck.

"Hurry the hell up...though does my blood still do anything for you?" Can it still help him? Heal him?

Henry stopped kissing and sucking and slowly sank his teeth into my flesh.

He did it so slowly as if he wanted to prolong the pain for me or just wanted to savor the taste for himself—something very unpuppy-like.

Given my upgraded body and pain tolerance, there wasn’t really anything to complain about; just that the deeper he bit, the more his cock hardened beneath me.

"What is wrong with you???" I asked exasperatedly, sincerely wanting to know if he needed some propriety beaten into him.

"Yes, your blood is still doing it for me." He ignored the last question and answered the prior, and given that his cock was pressing against my balls, I very much believed his words!

Well, I could only curse myself for delivering the stage for his perversion before.

"It’s a punishment. You broke your promise to not look into the future." He again bit down, now even gaslighting me again in the process.

I took deep breaths.

I did break my promise, but look at all the shit he did, and I only did it because I knew I was right.

Though...it’s my fault; it’s my fault. Excessive indulgence made him like this; this is the result of my own actions.

I started gaslighting myself as well, so as not to beat him, because if I did, the fucker would probably cum right here, right there.

When Henry let go again, he took a deep breath, as if he had just chugged some drug cocktail, then he turned back into a puppy and licked over the wounds as if to apologize.

"I’m feeling much better now. Are you hurt?" He asked.

I had crossed my arms at some point and refused to talk to him anymore.

"Kenny—my sweet Kenny~~, are you angry?" More licking, and then when the wounds healed, it turned into sucking, his cock under me twitching happily.

His hand suddenly moved, and it landed in my crotch before I could react.

"Ah... the infamous anger tent." He sighed with understanding, groping my hardness unabashedly.

I swung my elbow back, only stopping shortly before hitting him, remembering the state he was in not long ago.

He let go of my cock and grabbed my elbow to bring it against his chest—the trajectory it had taken if I hadn’t stopped.

"Come on, don’t make me sad. Hit me."

I chuckled speechlessly.

"You crazy—"

His hand came back and squeezed a certain part hard, and I let out a sharp breath.

"Fuck."

Why the hell am I turned on by a cock pressing against my ass?!

At the same time, how can I not be turned on if Henry is—and that in the most obvious way?

"Don’t worry," he said into my ear, his hand sliding into my pants, gripping me directly.

"As you can see... I’m more than just fine." His cock again twitched...cockily, and his movements accelerated, the force intensifying.

"How could something happen to me when I have you to protect me?" A low chuckle that sent shivers down my body, turning me on to no end.

"Kenny...." He finally said my name breathlessly, delivering me a happy ending much faster than I’d like to admit.

He continued with the motions while I trembled and squirmed, even after I shot my load, nearly making me hard again, so I grabbed his wrist.

"Sleepy?" Henry asked with a chuckle while I fought against my drooping eyelids.

"Shut up."

"You can’t sleep..." He laughed and finally let go, sliding out from under me and kissing me all over my face.

"Today is day two. I’m going to the bathroom, imagining that... it is you." He got up and left the room so fast that it felt as if it was suddenly anticlimactically cool around me.

I nearly drifted off when I suddenly snapped my eyes open, Henry’s words suddenly sinking in.

FUCK!

That guy really knows how to rile me up.

I stood up and went into the bathroom; I would have to shower anyway, so I might as well just shove shit in my ass before doing so.

After locking the door, I only needed fifteen minutes of mental preparation: to fight my sleepiness, to sit and stare at the shitty box on top of the bathroom mirror, to curse Henry, to curse gays, to curse the first-ever gay person who came up with this crappy genius idea, cursing tampons, corkscrews, and the world before I started.

I washed my hands and the plug from yesterday together with the second plug, which seemed not only thicker but also longer than the first one?!?! The cutout of the shitty black foam had hidden the fact, letting it seem as if everything was in the same length, just different thicknesses.

I looked at the box, not daring to pull the other tampons out or to lift the silicone, in fear of how long the thickest thing was.

If the seventh-day tampon was not only as thick but also as long as a cock... someone would have to suffer, and it won’t be me.

Then just like last time: towel on the ground, pants down—though this time I had a sticky mess inside as well to look at... which just added to the gayness of the whole thing—then a bunch of lubricant, conjuring up tampon number one first, closing my eyes to start... because without alcohol I couldn’t watch the procedure.

And turning up drunk on the first day... though I could probably sober up whenever I wanted, with the way my body now worked.

I conjured up the clock again and waited twenty minutes.

Bad news: It felt as nasty as last time, just as if SOMETHING STUCK IN MY ASS.

Worse news: after twenty minutes, I had to change to something thicker, longer, and more prominent, which didn’t feel nasty... haha, but SUPER NASTY!!!

"Fucking shit." I waited half an hour this time, always going after the timeframe the booklet had proposed; for the exact time, I just went after my feeling.

Everything going beyond the thickness of a finger had me feeling the need to go on the toilet and get rid of that thing in the way it was supposed to go, then flush it into the ocean to never be seen again.

Without alcohol, the time seemed to pass by even slower, though there was also my disbelief of the situation itself, then my worry about why Henry had a fucking seizure, then my anger at him for deflecting the topic, and then my anger at him for turning me gay—all of which had to be cursed out separately in my head.

So I zoned out, and after finally being finished, I was wide awake.

I pulled it out again and then let that thing disappear and pulled my pants up.

Then, noting the bunch of clothes in the laundry basket, I stuffed them all in the washing machine, got out of the bathroom to get new clothes for my first day of work, and then went back inside.

I again locked the bathroom door, added the clothes I was currently wearing to the washing machine, including the towel full of lubricant, added laundry detergent, and pushed the start button.

After putting everything back in its place.

Then I went FINALLY showering, feeling as if I was reborn after stepping out again—as if all the gayness had been washed away.

Fuck... what a Monday morning.