From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 725: Used, Abandoned, and Publicly Executed

In the early hours of the following morning, Micah awoke feeling an overwhelming heat enveloping him. It was a sensation that infiltrated right into his consciousness, pulling him from the depths of slumber. As he lay there, he became acutely aware of a hand moving over his body, exploring every inch with a deliberate touch. The way it gripped him sent electric jolts of pleasure through him, causing his toes to curl involuntarily in response to the pressure being applied.

But that wasn’t all he felt. There was also a pair of lips, warm and inviting, lavishing attention upon him. This sweet torture began at his curled toes and slowly made its way upward, inch by inch, savouring his skin as it travelled. The contrast between the dry, hot caresses of the hand and the wet sensations of the kisses and sucking made Micah tremble, his body caught in a delicious turmoil of pleasure.

As soft, suggestive sounds escaped his lips, one after another, Micah found himself too drowsy and fatigued to muster the energy to open his eyes. He could sense that the room around him was deep in darkness, wrapping him in an intimate and dreamlike atmosphere.

Suddenly, he felt a hot object pressed between his thighs, jolting him awake. Alarm bells rang in his head, and his eyes flew open, but it was already too late. He realised to his shock that his most sensitive area, his little brother, was being held hostage, firmly in the grasp of Clyde, who was now behind him. The warmth of Clyde’s breath tickled his ear, matched by the rhythmic thrusts that sent shivers through Micah’s body. With each thrust, the intensity and frequency seemed to grow, igniting a fire within him. He couldn’t help but moan, arching his head back as Clyde skillfully stroked his arousal while simultaneously sucking on his ear. For fuck’s sake, his ears were too sensitive to bear the assault.

His back arched instinctively, pressing himself more against the strong, muscular chest behind him. Those powerful arms held him captive, while Clyde’s cherry-like lips whispered sweet words, coaxing him into a state of bliss. The sensations continued to build, pushing Micah higher and higher until he found himself soaring to the clouds not once, but twice.

Finally, a voice murmured in his ear, "Consider this a little payment for last night."

Micah’s breathing began to even out after a moment of intense release, and he felt his relaxed body and mind drift back into slumber. Clyde held him tightly from behind, continuing to kiss him and murmur sweet nothings after their passionate encounter. All of Micah’s earlier frustrations and curses faded into the background; he lacked the energy to confront Clyde about what had just transpired. This was a payment? Wasn’t Clyde supposed to be the one making it up to him, not the other way around? So why was he getting bullied in the middle of sleep?

As he pondered this, a puzzling thought crossed his mind: was it really the animal-patterned pyjamas that made Clyde feel aroused? What the hell? Shouldn’t it be the opposite? But before he could delve deeper into this bewildering line of thought, his mind began to shut down, succumbing once more to sleep.

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Micah stirred slowly, shifting beneath the soft blanket as consciousness returned to him. At first, everything felt warm and comfortable, his body heavy with the pleasant exhaustion that came after satisfying orgasms. For a moment he simply lay there, unwilling to open his eyes, enjoying the lingering warmth surrounding him.

Then he rolled slightly and realised the room was bright. His eyelids fluttered open. Sunlight streamed through the curtains in wide golden strips, painting the walls and floor in soft light. The quiet bedroom was filled with the gentle glow of late morning. It was already well into the day.

Spring was nearing its end, and with summer approaching, the days had grown longer and brighter. The sun rose earlier now, spilling warmth into the world long before Micah was ready to wake.

He stretched lazily, arms reaching above his head. The childish animal-pattern pyjamas he wore crinkled softly as he moved. His body protested immediately. Micah winced.

A sharp soreness ran through his waist and thighs. The movement made the memories of the night, no, the early morning, come rushing back with painful clarity. The tangled sheets. The warmth of Clyde’s body pressed against his. Hands. Kisses. Teasing murmurs in his ear.

Micah’s face twisted into a small grimace as he remembered exactly why his body felt like it had been run over by a truck.

"Ugh..." He gritted his teeth slightly and rolled onto his side, instinctively reaching toward the warmth beside him.

His hand met nothing but cold sheets. Micah blinked. The space beside him was empty.

He lifted his head, frowning. The indentation where Clyde had been sleeping had already disappeared. The blanket was slightly rumpled, but clearly the man had gotten up some time ago.

Micah stared at the empty space for a long second. Then his temper snapped. The irritation rose instantly, quick and sharp.

Seriously?

He rubbed one eye lazily with the back of his hand as he pushed himself upright. His hair was a complete disaster, sticking up in every direction like he had fought a pillow and lost. The top buttons of his pyjamas hung loosely open, revealing a pale stretch of chest beneath.

Micah didn’t notice. Still half asleep and grumpy, he dragged his feet across the floor and shuffled toward the bedroom door.

He had absolutely no idea what time it was. The apartment was quiet, but faint sounds drifted from the kitchen. The electric kettle clicked, indicating the water was boiling.

Micah yawned, scratching lazily at the side of his neck as he stepped into the hallway. "Hey..." His voice came out hoarse and sleepy. He trudged forward without even opening his eyes fully. "Hey... you jerk!"

Micah leaned against the doorway leading into the kitchen, rubbing his face with both hands. "Doing a dine-and-dash? At least give me a shower afterwards!"

His voice carried a shameless, whining complaint. "Seriously. If you’re going to run off after driving the car, the least you could do is make sure the pitiful car had received a full service ..."

He paused mid-sentence. Because someone cleared their throat. The sound was soft. But very deliberate.

Micah froze. His hand slowly dropped away from his face. His eyes opened. And his brain finally processed what was in front of him.

The kitchen was not empty. It was not just Clyde sitting there. Jacob sat at the table, his expression stiff. Beside him was Elina, holding a cup of tea. Flora sat nervously nearby, hands folded together. And across from them were His two sisters. Aria. Willow.

Five pairs of eyes. All staring directly at him.

Micah’s brain stopped working. Clyde stood near the counter, already dressed in his usual neat clothes, looking completely composed, except for the faint helplessness in his expression.

The silence in the room was suffocating. Micah’s gaze moved slowly from face to face. Jacob looked stunned. Elina looked complicated. Flora looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. Aria looked like she was trying not to explode with laughter. Willow looked... thoughtful.

Micah blinked. Then he looked down. His pyjamas were wrinkled beyond recognition. Two buttons were missing from the top. The fabric hung loosely off one shoulder. Red marks dotted his collarbone and chest like a constellation. Then he remembered what he’d just said....The realisation hit him like lightning. His face turned red. Not normal red. Boiled shrimp red. His brain lagged several seconds behind the situation. Did he just... Did he really...

His pupils expanded. Then survival instincts finally kicked in. Micah ducked his head and turned around so quickly he nearly tripped over his own feet. He bolted. Like a terrified rabbit fleeing a hunter.

The sound of his footsteps echoed loudly down the hallway as he sprinted back toward the master bedroom. The door slammed shut behind him. The sharp bang reverberated through the apartment.

Silence fell over the kitchen again.

The Ramsy family slowly turned their gazes toward Clyde. Their expressions carried many different thoughts.

Jacob’s face darkened. The image of Micah in that wrinkled pyjama set replayed in his mind. An idiom suddenly surfaced in his head. His little foolish cabbage had been dug out by a pig!

Jacob shot Clyde a sharp glare. In his mind, he was already scolding the man furiously. Bullying his precious son. His poor innocent Micah.

Elina lifted her teacup slowly. Her expression was far more complex. On one hand, she felt oddly reassured. Micah and Clyde clearly got along very well. In fact... perhaps a little too well. Still, seeing them behaving like a normal couple did ease some of her worries.

But at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling a small pang of sympathy for her son. Clyde stood there looking perfectly calm and strong. Micah... had run away like a flustered kitten. She completely understood their dynamic. She sighed. Her son was truly both blessed and unfortunate. She quietly took a sip of tea and deliberately avoided looking directly at Clyde.

Flora sat rigidly in her chair. Her cheeks were bright pink. Her mind was racing, but she had absolutely no idea what expression she was supposed to wear in this situation.

Should she pretend she heard nothing? Should she say something? Should she leave?

She wished the ground would open and swallow her.

Across the table, Aria had her hand covering her mouth. Her shoulders trembled. She was losing the battle. Finally, someone had appeared who could hold the upper hand against Micah.

The thought alone was hilarious. Seriously. Getting caught by your entire family immediately after sleeping with someone?

The embarrassment alone would haunt Micah for years. The public humiliation would definitely leave a scar on her proud, mischievous brother.

Aria snorted softly. This was the best morning entertainment she had ever witnessed.

Willow, meanwhile, remained completely composed. Her expression was neutral. She didn’t particularly find the idea of two sweaty bodies tangled together appealing. But what she noticed instead was something else. Micah’s behaviour.

The way he had spoken just now to Clyde. It was spoiled, complaining and expectant. It was obvious he had been used to being pampered by Clyde. That alone was interesting. Even in private, Clyde Du Pont treated Micah very well. That observation settled quietly in her mind.

Meanwhile, Clyde stood near the kitchen counter, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

He had absolutely no idea how to fix this situation. After last night’s post, he stayed awake monitoring the public reaction to him and Micah. Then he accidentally clicked on a fan fiction about them. The new world it opened to him made it impossible to sleep. The scenarios flooded his mind, making him hot and bothered. It didn’t help that the source of his problem was lying right beside him.

In the end, he had woken up Micah and had his way with him. He was too exhausted to clean up properly. He just wiped, removing the evidence. And soon sleep came to him.

Then his phone started vibrating constantly. He was woken up earlier because of it.

After last night’s post, the internet had gone insane. And the Ramsy family and Flora had arrived at their door, wanting to talk about the situation.

Clyde had quickly gotten up, changed into clean clothes, and tidied up the bedroom a little. He had even helped adjust Micah’s pyjamas while the man was still asleep. At least... he thought he had fixed them. Apparently not enough.

He never imagined Micah would simply walk out of the room without even washing his face. Or worse... Say those words out loud in front of everyone.

Clyde sighed quietly. Now questions lingered heavily in his mind. Would the Ramsy family scold him for bullying Micah? Would they condemn him for sleeping with Micah before marriage? How was he supposed to get out of this?

He, like Micah, was thin-skinned when it came to these kinds of topics in front of elders.