From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 664: Pent-Up Soldier Finally Reports for Duty

Clyde blinked in clear surprise when Micah leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. Micah’s earlier confession had shaken his core, throwing him into a state of euphoria. Hearing the person he loved declaring he would never let him go, that he deserved to want more, to stop holding back, felt as if a jar of honey was poured straight into his chest, warm and overwhelming. It was sweet enough to make his chest feel too full.

For a second he didn’t move at all, like his mind had stalled, like his body hadn’t caught up with what had just happened. Then instinct kicked in. He lifted his hand and gently but firmly covered Micah’s mouth, palm warm against his skin, fingers brushing the curve of his cheek.

"You’ll catch my cold," he murmured, voice low and hoarse, breath still uneven.

Micah froze, eyes wide, staring at the red-rimmed corners of Clyde’s eyes, at the faint flush across his nose, at the exhaustion that clung to him even now. His own chest was tight, emotions still raw, heart still racing from everything he had just poured out. Frustration bubbled up fast, hot and sharp.

"That’s what’s important right now?" he shot back, words muffled under Clyde’s hand, brows pulling together.

Clyde’s gaze softened instantly. The vulnerability from before was gone, replaced with something almost coaxing. His thumb shifted slightly against Micah’s cheek, a small soothing motion. "To me, yes," he said quietly. "I don’t want you to end up more miserable than this." He slowly lowered his hand, like he was reluctant to lose the contact.

Micah sucked in a breath the moment he was free, words rushing out. "I slept beside you. You hugged me. You held my hand all night. But the kiss is the problem?" His voice shook, not from anger alone, but from how ridiculous Clyde’s concern sounded. "And not just that... I just poured my heart out to you. I told you how I really feel. And you’re focusing on this?" His hand came up, tapping Clyde’s chest with each point. "So what if I catch a cold? My words weren’t casual. They weren’t light. They were practically marriage vows. I said I would stay with you. In better or worse. In sickness and in health. Until death do us part."

Clyde’s eyes widened, caught off guard by Micah’s boldness. He gulped, his throat bobbed visibly. Then his shoulders dropped. He lowered his head and leaned forward until his forehead brushed Micah’s shoulder, then let the weight of his head rest there fully. His voice came out softer, almost overwhelmed. "I’m not disregarding your feelings. Or your words." His fingers curled into the fabric of Micah’s shirt. "It’s the opposite... I’m really happy. Too happy. I’m so overwhelmed I don’t even know what to do with it. Who could resist when the love of their life tells them they’ll never leave?" His breath warmed Micah’s collarbone. "I even want to claim you..." He swallowed. "But it’s not the time. Your ankle is injured. I’m sick. So the only thing I could do was try to distract myself..."

Micah’s gaze dropped on instinct, and heat rushed to his face. He knew exactly what Clyde meant. The realisation made his ears burn. He wanted so badly to call him a pervert, to tease him just to ease his own embarrassment. But the words died before they reached his tongue. Clyde had finally, finally shown that kind of desire openly. Micah couldn’t bring himself to mock him and make him retreat back into that distant, wooden shell.

Still... Clyde was right. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

With Zhou Ruyan lying in the hospital, how could he let himself drown in this kind of indulgence? The thought alone twisted guilt through his stomach. It would haunt him.

Micah turned his head away quickly, eyes deliberately fixing on the far wall. Yes. Out of sight, out of mind.

Seriously, Clyde had the worst timing in the world for unlocking his worldly desires.

Micah’s own body had been wound tight for so long, frustration boiling deeply and restlessly. He had waited, secretly hoping, longing for this distance between them to close. And now this dense man chose this moment to wake his so-called dormant soldier. Where was this soldier of his, ready to salute when Micah had been the one suffering all this pent-up frustration?

The unfairness of it made Micah want to both laugh and scream.

He cleared his throat, trying to drag his thoughts somewhere safer. "Are we good now?" he asked, voice quieter. "You won’t have those ridiculous thoughts anymore, right?"

Clyde’s hand tightened on his shoulder, grip warm and solid. "I can’t promise that."

Micah let out a breath through his nose. "What do you want me to do then? Write it down for you that I’ll never leave? Then if I break it, you can punish me." He tried to make it sound like a joke, lips twitching.

Clyde’s head lifted sharply. "Are you doing that on purpose?" he growled, voice rougher now.

Micah jolted. His eyes widened as he realised how that had sounded. "No...no, that’s not what I meant. I just... I don’t want to hear you talk like I’d ever be with those scum. Or even imagine it." His jaw clenched. "After what they did to Darcy, how could you even think I’d accept them?"

Clyde shifted closer instead of answering right away, pressing in until his face nestled into the crook of Micah’s neck. His breath ghosted over sensitive skin. "I know in my head it’s impossible," he murmured. "But I also know you’re kind. Too kind. And they’re cunning. They’d use your sympathy for their own greed."

Micah’s hand came up automatically, resting against Clyde’s back. "But you’re there with me, aren’t you?"

Clyde pulled back just enough to look at him. His expression softened, eyes faintly crinkling, something warm flickering there.

Then Micah spoke again, slower this time. "But if by chance I ever became weak... softened toward them..."

Clyde’s eyes darkened instantly.

Before Micah could finish, Clyde leaned in and sucked hard on the side of his neck.

"Ah!" Micah yelped, hand flying up. "What was that for?!"

"You said you’d forgive them," Clyde muttered against his skin.

"Let me finish!" Micah snapped, flustered. "I was going to say if that ever happened, it’d be the day the world ends. Like hell I’d forgive them!"

"I know... but I feel jealous. Why did they have to have you before me?"

Micah shuddered. "I told you it wasn’t me. I never acknowledged that I was with them! Even if hell freezes over!"

Clyde didn’t stop right away. He pressed smaller kisses over the mark he’d made, then trailed them upward, brushing over Micah’s jaw, then down again, lips grazing his Adam’s apple.

Micah bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to swallow every sound threatening to escape. His fingers twisted into Clyde’s sleeve. "Mmm..." A faint noise still slipped out.

That tiny sound seemed to snap something in Clyde.

He shifted quickly, guiding Micah back onto the couch cushions. He hovered above him, arms braced on either side, gaze locked and intense.

Micah’s breath hitched. The way Clyde looked at him, focused, heated, almost dazed made his chest feel too tight. "Clyde... didn’t you say it’s not the time? What are you doing?" His voice had dropped, barely louder than a whisper.

Clyde shut his eyes, jaw clenching. After a second, he lowered himself, lying over Micah without putting his weight on him. One arm slid carefully under Micah’s shoulders, the other planted to the side to keep pressure off his injured ankle.

Even now, he was careful.

"I’m sorry," Clyde breathed. "I know I sound like a hypocrite... but every time I close my eyes, I see you with them. It’s torture." His voice shook. "I didn’t know I was this possessive."

Micah’s expression softened completely. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Clyde, holding him close. "It’s okay," he whispered. "I like this version of you."

Clyde inhaled slowly, then pushed himself up to sit. He dragged a hand through his blond hair, leaving it more dishevelled than before. "Don’t tempt me."

Micah propped himself up on his elbows, ignoring the pull in his side. A crooked grin spread across his face. "That’s going to be hard. What should I do? I’m just that irresistible."

Clyde let out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah. Maybe I should hide you here. Not let anyone else see you."

Micah tilted his head, eyes bright. "That wouldn’t be bad. You take good care of me. You cook well. You’re nice to look at. I wouldn’t complain about being your canary."

Clyde turned, stared at him for a long moment, then reached out and pinched his cheek. "Stop whispering sweet things, you little devil. I’m trying very hard not to fall deeper into your trap."

Micah’s smirk widened, eyes glinting. "Too late. You already sold your soul to this little devil. You’re stuck with me."

Clyde’s hand shifted, patting his head gently. "Mmm... I really got the short end of the stick in this relationship."

Micah immediately kicked at him with his good foot. "What a joke! Anyone with eyes can see I’m a catch!"

Clyde dodged easily, laughing under his breath as he stood. "Alright, alright. I can humour my lover a bit," he said, voice light again as he turned toward the bathroom.

"Ugh!" Micah flopped back dramatically onto the couch, arm thrown over his eyes. "Such a narcissistic man!" he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth still curled upward.