From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 613: Me or Asena?

A few hours earlier:

Micah adjusted the edge of the wig. The strands were soft, pale white, falling smoothly over his shoulders and brushing the curve of his collarbones. He leaned closer to the mirror, eyes narrowing in concentration, and dabbed a final touch of powder beneath his eyes. The face staring back at him barely resembled the one he wore every day.

His lashes were longer, darker. His eyes looked larger, softer, framed by delicate shadows. The contour softened his jaw, reshaped his cheekbones. Even his lips, slightly glossy, tinted a muted rose, looked unfamiliar.

Good. He looked too different. It should be enough. No one could recognise him now.

Micah turned toward the formal dress he had prepared beforehand and paused.

Previously, he had only thought of it in practical terms.

The gown was light blue, Clyde’s eye colour.

He couldn’t wear this. First of all, the colour was too eye-catching, easy to notice in the crowd. He didn’t want to be in the spotlight tonight anymore. He didn’t need Aidan to notice him that much.

He exhaled slowly and opened the door. "Clyde?" he called. "Can you help me for a sec?"

The words had barely left his mouth when footsteps sounded in the hall.

Clyde had been leaning against the wall, phone in hand, scrolling without really seeing the screen. At Micah’s voice, his thumb stilled. He slipped the phone into his pocket and pushed off the wall, posture straightening as he walked over.

The moment his eyes landed on Micah, he stopped. He didn’t gasp or freeze outright. But something subtle shifted in his expression. His gaze darkened; his jaw tightened just slightly, his breath caught before he smoothed it out.

Micah paused, eyeing the man. Clyde stood there, tall and broad-shouldered in his dark shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. A few strands of his blond hair fell into his eyes.

Micah leaned against the doorframe, eyes filling with suspicion. "What is it?"

The way Clyde looked at him made his insides flutter.

Clyde’s throat bobbed, the sound of swallowing echoed. He cleared his throat. "It’s just..." His eyes flicked away for a split second before returning to Micah’s face. "Still, it’s hard to get used to how much you change with just makeup and a wig."

Micah smirked, suddenly realising something. He remembered Jacklin had told him Clyde had a crush on Asena before.

"Oh... so tell me," he said, a small smile spreading on his face. "Which one do you like more?"

Clyde flinched. He struggled to meet Micah’s eyes, as though the young man had easily seen through him.

Micah was wearing an oversized shirt, something he had thrown on nonchalantly. It hung loose over his frame, the hem brushing his thighs, hiding most of what was underneath, except for the corset hugging his midsection to his upper thigh, and the fake chest, which pushed the fabric forward in a way that felt both absurd and convincing. His bare legs stretched out beneath it, pale and exposed, a sharp contrast to the casual top.

The combination of his attire, long white hair and the exquisite makeup made him look dangerously seductive, like a succubus.

Micah shifted his weight and took a step closer, the movement unhurried. He leaned close enough that Clyde could smell the faint scent of makeup and shampoo. The oversized shirt slipped slightly off one shoulder as he moved, exposing a bit of skin.

Micah watched Clyde’s gaze drop. His smile widened, enjoying seeing the man get frustrated. He raised a hand and tapped his own chest, right over the swell of the fake breasts beneath the fabric. "This version," he murmured, leaning in, voice barely above a whisper. "Right?"

Clyde’s ears flushed red instantly. Micah had his own charm but when he wanted he could amplify his allure to the extreme. Especially when he crossdressed. Micah didn’t treat it as something immoral or below dignity. No, Micah embraced everything, treating his disguise seriously. That was how he managed to fool him. It was as if a new person emerged, alive and charming. Clyde believed it was exactly this reason that no one looked at Asena and thought something was amiss. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Right now, Clyde had a hard time resisting. Who could be unresponsive when their love dressed this suggestively and leaned on the door frame like a goddess of temptation?

Clyde itched to undress him and leave his marks on this naughty boy.

Micah watched the man remain still as if he was scared out of his wits. His devilish trait awakened. He stood on the tips of his toes and blew air against Clyde’s ear.

Clyde jerked back with a sharp inhale, hand coming up to rub the side of his neck as if burned. "Behave." His low, serious tone had turned husky and restrained.

Micah’s eyes danced with mischievousness. He loved seeing Clyde like this, controlled but teetering, trying so hard to hold the line. Clyde was too disciplined, principled, and upright in everything he did.

He tilted his head, opening his mouth to tease him more, but he paused. A flicker of regret, maybe reluctant, flashed in his eyes. If tonight wasn’t important, he would have skipped it and made this monk go crazy.

Micah stepped back, breaking the closeness before it could tip into something dangerous. "I get it. You don’t have to say anything," he said with a smile, his gaze lingered on the reddened base of Clyde’s ears.

Then he hesitated, his expression shifting. "You are not bi or anything, right?"

Clyde quickly shook his head. "No...You are my first love. I’ve never been interested in anyone else. Man or woman. It’s you. Just you. I’m attracted to you. It has nothing to do with gender..."

Micah’s smile deepened as something warm bloomed in his chest. He had not have no doubt about Clyde loving him. Wasn’t the countless lifetimes the proof? Clyde had chosen him time after time. No one else. Despite the system and plot influence, Clyde had resisted, never switched to Darcy while the official male leads had done the exact thing. Forgetting Micah and loving Darcy instead.

"Relax.. I just asked because I found it funny." Micah replied nonchalantly.

Then he thought for a moment and added with a pout. "You didn’t react like this when I was completely naked." There was a hint of grievance in his voice.

Clyde blinked, running a hand through his hair. "Why are you so sure about that?"

Micah snapped his head. "Huh?" he scoffed. "I literally stripped in front of you before jumping into the waterfall, and you just stood there like a statue."

Clyde chuckled. "That wasn’t because I didn’t find you attractive."

Micah raised a brow.

"It was because I have excellent self-control," Clyde continued calmly. "You, mischievous boy, are the death of me, constantly challenging my bottom line." His gaze sharpened, dark and intent. "If it wasn’t for my deep sense of integrity and morality, you, young man, would have been bedridden long ago..." he leaned in just enough to whisper the last words, looking at him meaningfully.

Micah snorted. "Yeah, yeah! As if pigs can fly. I can’t even imagine you getting frustrated, let alone losing control..." his voice died down as he caught Clyde’s eyes, they were dark and unfathomable. As if Clyde was daring him to defy him. As if he did, there would be no taking it back, showing exactly how he could lose control.

Micah gulped and turned his head. "Anyway, I need a formal dress in dark colours. Do you have any suggestions?"

Clyde blinked and suppressed his emotions. "I’ll call Georgina."

He pulled out his phone and stepped aside, voice calm again as he explained the situation.

Micah sighed quietly, glad that the crisis had passed. Sure, he would like to tease the man but doing the actual deed now was not a good idea.

And he knew Clyde would be happy to keep him here, not letting him go there tonight and put himself in danger.

The corner of Micah’s lips twitched. Did he do it on purpose? No, Clyde wasn’t that scheming. The man would never be the one to initiate something like that. Micah was sure.

He stepped inside the room, deciding to stay away from the source of temptation. Tonight after everything was done, he could test the water.

He wasn’t just a nineteen-year-old guy, too young for these adult things. No, the actual age of Micah and Clyde had long passed the point where you could count or care about it.

But Clyde was so pitiable. At least Micah, even though it wasn’t his own will, had experienced those things and would not be considered a virgin. But Clyde... he had never tasted it, not even once. A prime example of virginity and purity!

Micah threw his head back and laughed aloud. In this case, he could be the one with more experience. He could tease the man...

Then the laugh died on his lips. No, Micah didn’t even want to consider his relationship with those four as something real. It wasn’t him. No, it was just a puppet. He would never have slept with them if he had awakened his conscious in the first world sooner.

Micah looked at the mirror, eyes turning cold. He had lost all of his first for such a stupid reason. What author? What book? What right did they have? He was a living person. Why should his preferences and decisions be made by an unknown person?

And worst of all, a system or more advanced entity, had dared to mess with his life and make it more unbearable, never letting him end up with Clyde.

Micah clenched his fists, eyes burning with fury. This time... this time it would be different.