Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 382. The filthy, filthy human world

Henry’s POV

It’s difficult to explain how the air changes around him when he slips into either insanity or paranoia, but I know that I am meanwhile an expert at distinguishing his mood.

As I said, first the air changes as everything cools down, freezing, before it is set ablaze by intense emotions he usually doesn’t display.

Moments that would be suppressed, tears that would be held back, and anger that would be either lashed out or laughed off come together in one distinctive catalyst, making him seem like somebody else.

But this somebody else didn’t seem that far away—not at all like when I thought the giant had taken over his body while in reality Kenny had just forgotten his own memories—just something like a deep-rooted flaw, a deep-rooted insanity that simmered under the surface, making him human, human, HUMAN!

And that I want; that is what my own insanity craves: his human self that can be touched, hugged, fucked, and loved.

However, these emotions aren’t my conscious thoughts because my first and foremost worry is and will always be his well-being.

And I will do everything to ensure his well-being, even if I have to kneel and lick his shoes while he has another paranoid fit to calm him down. And nobody can stop me from doing it, even if I wouldn’t perceive a certain and involuntary pleasure, as well as assurance, from bowing my head in front of him.

So what can make Kenny lose it? Really lose it so that the protector turns into the bloodthirsty monster that would rip apart bodies like toys to bury them inside a desert?

I heard that I could be such a reason.

Now, I saw it with my own eyes.

And I think...I fell in love a thousand times over again.

The air changed, freezing, as the Garbage used his power, and I felt something like a soft itch, a small impulse to follow his words that was not even worth mentioning, not after I had identified it to be just this, an impulse that could be ignored with ease.

I instantly turned to Kenny, asking myself if he was affected, although knowing deep down that was impossible.

And when I saw the air still—not like when he looked at me domineeringly or with a smirk, but stilling so much that it foreshadowed the worst kind of storm—when I felt the atmosphere heat up the next moment, when I saw the light in his eyes- the crazy glint that was so beautifully human, then I knew.

I knew I had to instantly kneel, not because of the power he was emitting but because there was the mighty god I wanted to revere and the emotional human I wanted to capture—both simultaneously appearing in front of me.

And both of them raged beautifully...

...for me.

"How dare you?"

Yes. How dare you be the trigger to show me this side of him? I would have preferred not to see if it meant Kenny’s state of mind wouldn’t be endangered.

How dare you provoke him in front of my eyes?

I hugged him from behind; I watched firsthand, like a shadow, as my voice couldn’t reach him, as he went crazy, as he went insane FOR and OVER me.

Beautiful, beautiful; look how my feelings are reciprocated in the most beautiful way, in the most intense, most proving, most REAL, most godly, and most humanly way.

Thrills wandered up and down my body as I looked and watched, as I worried and feared for his sanity, and as I felt our obsessions align, as our own special way of love—which was the craziest, most passionate, most violent, and most tender—was being displayed and laid bare before me.

You don’t need to do this for me; I can do everything for you while you can use me for whatever you desire, and yet...

And yet...I think I can never again live without your way of protecting me, worrying, and avenging me, as it makes me think that you love me just as much as I love you.

So similar, so close, so mutual, aren’t we?

"Is this another gift for me?" My face was twitching, my hands were trembling, and the shadowy energy was vibrating through my body as I tried not to kill everyone in this room to get some alone time with Kenny, because honestly, I was riled up again, and that pretty badly.

But I couldn’t do it, not only because I could finally observe his affectionate gestures for myself, but also because I didn’t want to be the one eliminating the reason behind his outburst.

If I took away his prey, what if he was left dissatisfied and then turned his power against himself, against his own mind?

So the reason why the table in his mind had turned, which I guessed had happened, as I could see a violet hue in his eyes, was the garbage; so the garbage naturally had to suffer in front of his eyes to calm him down.

But I couldn’t bear it in the end—to see his perfect hands around the Garbage’s neck when they should be around my throat, on me, no matter the nature of his touch.

"...my most considerate and affectionate Kenny~." I kissed and nibbled on his cheek one last time before I positioned his mask back on his face with utmost care and loosened my hold on him, to then slide my hands down his arms from behind.

And while I watched his reaction and felt his body relax a bit, I snuck my hands under Kenny’s to be the one choking the throat of the garbage instead of him.

"You could have died so much more easily." I whispered with a mocking laugh to the garbage as I felt Kenny’s hold on my hands loosen.

I continued to apply pressure with my thumbs to crush the garbage’s Adam’s apple, pressing into his skin deeper and deeper, while I felt Kenny leaning back against my chest.

"You did so well~ I can’t tell you how thrilled I am." I addressed Kenny again, kissing his neck and placing the garbage where it belonged—under the dead, unmoving, and lifeless.

When the disgusting purple-colored swollen face in front of me made its final twitch, the women fell collectively to the ground, and the guy in the corner also seemed to be freed from the ban.

Another victimized woman, a story higher inside the house, screamed before crying enthusiastically—the garbage’s power over everyone now gone forever.

I interwove my knuckles with Kenny’s, which still rested above mine, before I slowly led his arms back around his body so that he was hugging himself, and I was hugging him.

"Don’t look; you should only see beautiful and handsome things, like me~" I kissed his neck again multiple times when the next woman screamed, and it was the fat mother not far away.

I turned my head with annoyance, as her voice was too shrill and unwelcoming, but when I saw the bleached ponytail, including the scalp that had landed in front of her, I broke into laughter, finding it hilarious.

I raised my upper body while holding Kenny to myself.

"What right do you have to scream?" I interrupted her, and she turned to stare at me in horror.

"Why can you scream when the women inside this house weren’t able to? Huh?" I asked her, seeing in her eyes the certain guilt of people who—even if they don’t feel responsible—have a thousand excuses and are more sure of themselves than anyone else—still know deep down that they have sinned.

"You knew exactly what was going on here, didn’t you? Your man probably used them as his own harem as well, didn’t he? And what did you do? Hm??" It wasn’t that I felt the need to lecture her—not at all.

What I said to her was for Kenny to hear, to nip any eventual guilt that could surface in the future in the bud.

"Let me guess... Hmm..." I stared at the dark, depraved eyes of the woman, then at her daughter senselessly staring at the scalp on the floor, showing herself to be in paralyzing shock.

I looked up and tilted my head to the left and right, as if I seriously needed to think about it, but her nonchalant demeanor and her going on a shopping trip without a care, as well as the fact that she had lived inside this house and didn’t seem to fear her husband, made it way too easy for me to guess her mindset.

Most times inside this filthy, filthy human world, the filthiest answer was the correct one.

"Hmm... you were jealous of the girls that your husband raped, as they were receiving his attention~" I finished, my eyes falling back on her to see her quiver before she looked away unsteadily.

"Busted." I laughed, sneaking my hand to Kenny’s wrist to feel for his pulse.

Steady; he was most likely just recovering at the moment, as this trip to this trashy city must have taken a toll on him.

I was just hoping for the table to flip back and for his crystalline counterpart to do his job properly and lessen the impact of everything remotely unpleasant for him.

The daughter awoke from her shock and screamed, crawling back frantically to put distance between herself and the piece of hair and flesh, only to find a wall behind her.

But she had not seen the best part yet, as both of them, either ignorantly or stoically, didn’t dare to look at the corpse of the gang boss.

However, the opportunity would soon present itself, given the sound of a door in the garden, on the side of the house, opening and two sets of footsteps coming closer instead of running away.

I chuckled and stood up with Kenny in my arms, lifting him up to return to the couch, where I took a seat with Kenny on top of me to watch the show and for him to witness for himself that there was no need to ever feel compassion for anyone who was not worthy, and fuck, there were no humans worthy of it.

The door was pushed open, first softly, then with force, as there was still a corpse lying in front of it.

But they managed to swing the door open, simultaneously pushing the corpse into the view of mother and daughter.

Two naked women entered; one of them was the first one we had discovered, and the second one was the crying girl who had begged Kenny to kill the two tattoed women.

The first one lunged at the corpse of the gang leader, and if she wasn’t naked, I would have loved for Kenny to continue watching her dig into his flesh with an animalistic fury, but I had to cover his eyes by putting my hand above his mask, regrettably because of the mentioned getup.

The second one sobbingly looked around the room before her hatred-stricken eyes met the two women on the floor, who both had fallen into absolute hysteria after looking at the armless corpse together with the raging woman above.

She looked at me, and I nodded.

"They are all yours. Oh, and... in the future, don’t ask for others to do your dirty work."

She froze but eventually nodded back with a distinctive determination in her eyes before she turned around and grabbed a knife from the makeshift kitchen right beside her.

The two hysterical women on the floor then made an attempt to either flee, scream, or fight when they were attacked, but I helped a bit and held them in place on the floor by acidifying them here and there so that the victim could become the perpetrator, and the perpetrator could become a victim before leaving this world and making this place a bit less filthy.