Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 480. Pudding (2)

I pulled Henry inside and stuffed the pudding in his hand before conjuring up a spoon for him.

"Eat your pudding before the cotton candy," I said, and he took the spoon, but he just stood there, clearly waiting.

Like a kid demanding the fulfillment of a promise.

I chuckled and eventually conjured up the half-dry plaster again, this time a lesser amount than before.

I can’t believe I am doing this.

Under Henry’s watchful gaze, I rubbed the half-dry plaster between my fingers, letting it sprinkle down on my head.

When I was finished, I threw the rest on the floor and massaged my scalp.

"Happy? The lice are placed."

Henry just hummed, but I could hear that he was suppressing his laughter.

He sat down on the matress and ate his pudding, eventually asking,

"Did you come up with that just now, or did you plan that beforehand?"

"Beforehand." I couldn’t let my puppy mope around, and I had feared that if we made out again, we would both take it too far, so here I am, rubbing plaster in my freshly washed hair.

He chuckled, and I got myself a spoon for my own pudding.

"You really are..." Henry drawled, but then he stopped.

"I really..." And again he didn’t finish.

Looking at me with so much emotion ... we are really working towards a freaking heart attack here.

I chuckled and concentrated on eating pudding while leaning against the door, and he eventually started to eat as well.

We both listened to the doctor and Ethan speaking outside the door.

The doctor was surprised that Henrietta had been able to walk and talk after hearing Ethan explain what I told him. The old man also said he and Emma would take turns supervising her.

Hmmm... I don’t really feel good about that. She is too dangerous for an old man and our cook.

"If we have Jeyjey’s cooperation anyway..." Henry spoke as if that were already a fact.

"Why don’t we collar Henrietta?"

I sucked on the spoon in my mouth, thinking about it for a moment.

"We can also chop off her hands and feet," the puppy shrugged.

I tilted my head... that was also a good idea.

I really had no problem with her as long as she was a vegetable, but the moment she stood upright and talked, the paranoia of what she could do overwhelmed me.

"Where do we get the collar from? Oh." I conjured up the collar from the Bone Dragon world.

Hmmm, does this thing run with batteries? Will it work if we put it on someone?

"Let’s try it on me." Henry pulled the towel off from his head.

"Are you sure?" I would have tried it on myself, but if I were unable to use my ability while wearing it, the chances were good that I wouldn’t be able to take it off.

Henry nodded, stood up, and walked to me. He pulled his necklace down so that it wouldn’t overlap with it like the last time the collar was put on him.

Then he fell on one knee right before me.

"So dramatic," I chuckled, preparing myself to take the thing back into the past the moment I’d noticed something was wrong.

However, I just couldn’t bring myself to put it on him.

As much as I’d like the thought of being in control, I don’t want him to wear this thing.

It’s not like the necklace; this thing isn’t from me, and it was made to harm us.

It would feel like binding him with a rope borrowed from some Joe next door, simultaneously chaining MY puppy to said Joe.

I fiddled with the collar and found I could open it with surprising ease—maybe because it wasn’t placed around a neck, or because the conjured-up version wasn’t working anyway.

I thought for a moment and then put it around my neck, clicking it shut as Henry grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing???" He sprang up and tightened his hold around my forearm.

"Calm down; you can just acidify it." I stepped away and pulled my arm out of his grasp before I tried to use my ability.

The electric shock went through my body before I could even finish the thought of the space in my mind.

"Not bad." It was very good to have something in our hands that could take the ability from upgraded people.

Henry’s face darkened further—that was until I tilted my head and presented my neck to him so that he could get rid of the collar.

So, what are you saying, Henry? Isn’t this a commitment as well?

"You trust me that much?" Henry smiled, his hands raised to my neck.

"What do you think?" I glanced at him and saw him looking a bit too ecstatic.

"I think your trust is well placed." He moved his hands, and I didn’t feel the slightest pain—nothing except a light breeze—and then my neck was empty again.

"Good puppy," I praised, and when he lowered his head again as if asking for pets, I obliged.

"Alright. I will talk to my grandmother later."

"Can I get cotton candy now?" Henry asked cutely, and I laughed while pulling him onto the mattress.

When he sat down, I got him his cotton candy and also got on the mattress to lean against his chest.

Taking my phone from my pocket, I searched for something to watch, but eventually, we had to use Henry’s phone for some series because the internet was now gone completely.

Not one site loaded, not even the one with the government message from before.

While Henry ate, I felt his eyes heat up my scalp as if he couldn’t wait to continue with his newly discovered hobby.

And indeed, the moment he finished, throwing the cotton candy stick to the side, he went on and deloused me while I watched some cartoons.

Hmm... it’s not so bad to have him as my cushion, and he is doing a good job, though I will get rid of all the plaster on hair and floor by just putting it back to the past.

I drifted off fairly fast, though I had planned to talk to my grandmother and hand over the collar.

***

"...Day six~~" A deep voice beside my ear harrassed me back into consciousness.

I turned away and hid under the blanket.

But the puppy was unrelenting and joined me under the blanket.

"Come on, Kenny, we are already late, and we need time to hide—"

I turned back faster than ever before and covered his mouth with inhuman speed just to not hear that dumb phrase again.

"I am awake. Go to your bathroom."

"Kiss." He demanded cockily before licking my palm.

Yes, yes, we have already learned that this would wait for us when covering someone’s mouth—it was the price one had to pay.

"You just had your kiss with my palm." I pulled the blanket off from us, given that he looked way too sensual under it.

Before he could whine, I let go of his mouth and squished his cheeks instead to speedily peck his protruding lips.

Then I stood up and went to the bathroom while hearing him hum happily.

Confronted with the black box and a new round of ’guess how long the thing that’ll come for your insides is today,’ I grimaced.

Eventually, I got the second thickest silicone thingy out and cursed a few times—the whole usual spiel followed until I shoved it in eventually.

Just that this time, I had the conviction that it would probably feel very similar to how Henry would enter me.

And Henry would also feel the same, as this right now was overall my size...

I shuddered and ignored the anticipation building up inside me.

Instead, I constantly pulled a bit at the handle to see if I could get it out and involuntarily added to the fucked-up pressure I was feeling.

Naturally I used the conjured-up one, but the fear that yesterday would repeat itself was there.

I can’t believe I am saying this, but the stretching kit has probably done its job.

What seemed unbelievable to enter such a small space was now crushing my organs, making me want to go to the toilet for number one and two, feeling nastier with each second it was inside—sure—but we also managed to get it inside me in the first place.

Fucking progress, I guess?