Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 469. Working hard for the money (5)

"What’s your name, sir?" Henry suddenly asked as I sat down, and when I looked up, I saw the puppy smiling unsettlingly at the soldier.

"Not your fucking business; that’s my name." The soldier brought his hand to his gun holster while I grabbed Henry’s paw and pulled him to myself.

"Mhm..." the puppy hummed.

"A good name."

Pfft.

Alright.

Though I really didn’t want to see the contents of that lunchbox again—to end this spectacle and to spite the soldier asshole for being impolite to my puppy—I bent forward and reached under my seat to then conjure up the lunchbox from lunch.

"Oh, it was under the seat! Thanks for worrying." I smirked at the soldier while shaking the lunchbox in my hand.

Henry timely broke into a fit of laughter, while the soldier furrowed his brows, his expression darkening with anger and confusion.

But in the end, the other soldiers boarded the bus and pushed the asshole forward, telling him to let it go.

Heh.

Only when they sat down behind us did the bus start, and everyone opened their lunchboxes to devour the insides—besides Henry and me.

Looking at the content of his new lunchbox, it was the same as for lunch and breakfast—so that was that.

I nibbled on a nut, but Henry exchanged our lunchboxes so that I could have the real ones instead of what I conjured up.

He didn’t even try eating from the sandwich or anything else, and when we were halfway through the drive, I let it disappear while Henry acidified the only real sandwich present.

They can search for the missing lunchbox until they shrivel up and die.

When we finally arrived back at the city hall, the other buses had already arrived and were empty.

Henry and I walked outside, where we found a very annoyed Ethan waiting.

"How did it go?" he asked us.

Henry, hanging on to me, answered,

"I carried and engraved steel beams."

I laughed and answered for myself.

"Building walls, and you?"

Ethan pulled his linen tie while motioning for us to follow him back to the car; only after taking a few steps did he say,

"Revising old contracts."

"What?"

Ethan glanced back at me while walking.

"They gave me a mountain of documents and a red marker."

"Something relevant?" Henry asked, but Ethan shook his head.

"Old, very old local business contracts—what I mostly had to correct were grammar and syntax."

Oh boy, Ethan looked exhausted and pissed. Ahahahah, what an insult to his abilities. No wonder he looked as annoyed now as in my vision of Kitty.

When we arrived in a small side lane, Henry tightened his hold around me.

"We’ll teleport; we hadn’t eaten anything."

Ethan nodded in understanding—he had probably also been tormented by soggy sandwiches.

"I’ll see you then."

I nodded and counted down while Ethan continued to walk to the car before I teleported back to our room.

Henry appeared right behind me and came to hug me.

"Look, we both came here without even talking it through."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Yeah, what a connection."

"Right?"

I ignored the puppy being especially clingy today and walked to the door with him.

Surprisingly, it smelled especially good.

As it turned out, the old dragon had a conscience, and when we entered the kitchen, we found it filled with pans and pots full of food, held warm and ready to be served at any time.

While Henry and I got plates and loaded our plates, the kitchen slowly filled with the staff sergeant, the kid, Kitty, and, in the end, my grandmother.

Everyone ate with us, and while we did so, my grandmother started mobbing me because I sat at the table with dirty clothes.

So I explained very good-naturedly about the nature of my new work, which had dire consequences.

Although she didn’t say anything while eating, at the end of the meal, instead of relishing a food coma, I was forced upstairs to repair the fucking wall.

"I can’t believe this," I said, standing up on a small ladder with the very familiar trowel in hand, and Henry beside me holding the all-too-well-known plaster.

I speechlessly stared at the fucking hole in the throne room.

"What can’t you believe? You fired a weapon in my house and damaged my wall!!! IT IS I WHO CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!" My grandmother screeched from the fucking throne she sat in while Ren was drawing on the table next to her.

I grabbed a handful of the semi-dry plaster from the little container Henry held for me and slapped it against the hole.

"It wasn’t a weapon, just an arrow. I just demonstrated something. I am coming from work, and you force me to continue working. How inhuman are you??"

She snorted,

"The youngest grandson from the Howard family, first in prison, now a construction worker. If you can’t be a miracle child like Ethan, then at least use your newly obtained wisdom to clean up after yourself!"

I was SO short of saying ’Meh,’ SO short, but in the end, I didn’t dare to and just filled the hole and smoothed it over with the trowel.

"Alright. Here you go." I turned around and pointed at the wall when I was finished.

She looked at my dirty getup and my now also dirty hand with disgust, her eyes eventually falling on Henry.

"A small little hole warrants months of preparation time and two grown men to fill it."

It wasn’t months, and the puppy just wanted to help.

"Stop bullying people that had to work hard and eat soggy sandwiches."

"You just received a sandwich?" She finally stopped being unreasonable.

"We got three sandwiches, but they were too disgusting to eat." I stepped down from the ladder.

The old dragon looked very unhappy.

Yeah, you can’t stand it if someone other than you mistreats your victims, can you?

"Leave the things here and get out of my sight."

Oh, look at that; we can go and rest after working outside and at home.

"Yes, yes, call me if you need something built or demolished." I waved at the kid and then at her, pulling Henry out after we put the plaster container and trowel down.

When we passed the kitchen, I heard Ethan, who had apparently come home in the meantime, praise the food eloquently.

Surprisingly Emma’s chuckle came next from the kitchen; she seemed to be keeping him company as he ate.

I pulled Henry to our rooms to not disturb them and told him to go shower alone.

Then, after showering myself and getting into comfy clothes, I remembered the washed clothes in the washing machine.

I opened it and was surprised that they were dry.

Oh, after taking a closer look, I discovered that we had a washing-dryer combination—that’s cool.

I stuffed the clothes in the closet and collapsed on the bed.

Although it was still early, one has to sleep when one can, so I closed my eyes and prayed for the next day to be a very long night away.

If I didn’t have an upgraded body, I would be physically exhausted, but now I am psychologically exhausted—no idea what was better.

A bit later, a big hot body shifted me and took me into his arms, squeezing me endlessly.

"Stop it," I mumbled.

"You smell so good," the puppy murmured back.

"Go to sleep," I said while burrowing my face in his chest.

He smelled heavenly himself.

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The puppy woke me up in the morning, chuckling happily.

"Day three."

Then he kissed me all over my face, leaving me with,

"I will go now and do it—I am eager for the original, though," before leaving the room, sounding more than suggestive, and it woke me up instantly.

I somehow have a feeling that this fucker didn’t want to be fucked in the ass, no matter how often he says it. He just bides his time and is trying to keep me at bay to continue this dumb seven-day pact.

Nevertheless, he makes himself sound genuinely eager, and that WORKS WAY TOO WELL ON ME.

Fuck.

Another day starting with shoving something up my ass.

The real adult life finally had come knocking before I knew it, with daily work and routinely getting fucked.

Perfect.

The same cycle: disbelief, though a bit lesser than yesterday, then cursing, then showing the not only THICKER but also LONGER shit inside.

Nasty, nasty, nasty as fuck; the challenge to not only accept that thing but also not push it out increased.

It somehow came out by itself a few times, and I had to lie down flatly so that it wouldn’t happen.

Fuck, I am so done already, and it’s just Tuesday.