From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 716: I Bought Pyjamas and My Boyfriend Got Turned On

Chapter 716: I Bought Pyjamas and My Boyfriend Got Turned On

Micah shifted slightly in the passenger seat, trying to adjust his posture without making it obvious. It didn’t help. The inside of his thigh burned faintly, a dull soreness spreading every time he moved. When he had kicked Leo earlier, his leg had stretched farther than it should have, pulling against muscles that were already sore. And now the consequence of that heroic moment of rage was slowly making itself known.

Micah clenched his jaw. Great. Just great.

He subtly shifted again, attempting to find a position that didn’t make his inner thigh sting. Unfortunately, every position seemed equally terrible.

The silence inside the car didn’t help either. It was heavy. Awkward. Micah hated silence like this. So he reached forward and turned on the stereo.

Music filled the car a moment later. Some random song started playing, its soft rhythm filling the quiet space between them.

Micah leaned back, pretending to listen to the song while actually trying to distract himself from the throbbing discomfort in his leg. For several seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then Clyde broke the silence. "He seemed fine." His tone carried a hint of disappointment. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Micah turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

Clyde’s eyes were on the road, but the slight downturn of his lips made his mood obvious.

Micah snorted quietly. "I wasn’t dumb enough to hit his face," Micah said dryly. "He’s a celebrity from my company. That face is literally how he makes money." He shrugged one shoulder. "So obviously I didn’t ruin the merchandise."

Clyde finally glanced at him. "So... did you actually hit him?" There was clear scepticism in his voice.

Micah straightened slightly in his seat, offended. "Damn straight I kicked his ass," he said immediately. Then he lifted his chin with a smug expression. "But I know what I’m doing. I know exactly where and how to hit someone so it looks harmless but hurts like hell." His tone carried unmistakable arrogance.

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

Micah shot him a challenging look. "Yes really."

Clyde’s lips curved slightly, though the smile wasn’t entirely friendly. "Then he must be some kind of iron warrior," Clyde said lightly, "considering the way he stood up straight like nothing happened."

Micah’s eyes narrowed. "Are you doubting me?"

Clyde didn’t answer.

Micah leaned slightly toward him. "Do you want me to demonstrate?" he asked in a deliberately provocative voice. "Maybe you’ll believe it if you experience it firsthand." He cracked his knuckles exaggeratedly. "Because I’m perfectly ready to beat you into a pulp right now."

Clyde snorted softly. "What did I even do?" he asked. "Are you upset because I cut your reunion with your ex short?"

Micah’s entire face twisted in annoyance. "Ugh." He waved his hand dismissively. "Can we not talk about him anymore?" His voice sharpened. "I was already disgusted enough. And now you’re digging up the past again and stirring the same crap."

Clyde’s jaw tightened slightly. He pressed his lips together and said nothing for a moment. The faintest hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. "Fine," he muttered.

Micah leaned back in his seat and sighed loudly. He felt completely wronged. On one hand, his body still felt sore from what Clyde had done to him yesterday, tossing him around, manhandling him without mercy. On the other hand, the very same man was now accusing him of secretly harbouring feelings for someone else. It was ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

Micah crossed his arms and pouted slightly. "That’s exactly why I didn’t want to go with you," he mumbled under his breath.

Clyde glanced sideways at him.

Micah had shifted again in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.

Clyde’s eyes narrowed slightly. When he had arrived at the McKay house earlier, the first thing he noticed was the faint blush on Micah’s face as he stepped outside.

At the time, Clyde hadn’t said anything. But the image had stuck in his mind.

Why had Micah been blushing? Had someone said something? Or had Leo done something?

The thought made Clyde’s mood immediately sour. He didn’t like either possibility. In fact, Clyde had already been feeling dissatisfied lately. And unfortunately, the source of that dissatisfaction was Darcy.

First, Darcy had openly opposed Clyde’s proposal to Micah. And now, because of Darcy’s situation, Micah had gone looking for Leo and the other three bastards.

The thought irritated Clyde more than he wanted to admit. His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. "You’re not planning to go after the others too... right?" he asked suddenly.

Micah turned his head slowly. The look he gave Clyde was the exact same look someone might give a person who had just lost their mind. "Hell no."

He stared at Clyde like the question itself was offensive. "Why would I do that?" Micah shook his head. "Leo was actually the least guilty out of the four of them," he said bluntly. "And even then I was disgusted just looking at the guy." His lips curled in distaste. "I’m not a masochist. I’m not going to torture myself by going to see the other three."

Clyde watched him for a moment. Then his expression finally relaxed. "Good."

The car continued down the quiet street. Not long after, they arrived at the penthouse building. Micah got out quickly, eager to escape both the awkward conversation and the growing soreness in his leg. The moment he entered the penthouse, he headed straight for the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door and peeled off his clothes.

When he looked down at his thighs in the mirror, he grimaced. The inner skin looked slightly flushed from the strain earlier. Micah clicked his tongue. "Seriously...Who the hell decided I should be the one on the receiving end?"

His reflection stared back at him silently. Micah scowled. If things kept going like this, he would be the one suffering all the time. That absolutely would not do. If he kept letting Clyde run wild without any limits...

He would eventually end up bedridden. Micah straightened.

"No." He clenched his fists. "This cannot continue."

He nodded to himself with determination. "I have to fight for my future happiness."

Rules. Yes. There had to be rules. Micah pumped his fist slightly in the air. "Fighting!"

With his newfound resolve, he stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water. Steam slowly filled the bathroom as the heat soaked into his sore muscles. Micah sighed. But even as he relaxed under the water, he couldn’t stop muttering complaints. "That bastard..." He scrubbed his hair aggressively. "Completely ruthless in bed..."

The warm water eventually soothed his aching body. After finishing his shower, Micah wrapped himself in a soft bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom while drying his hair with a towel. The moment he entered the bedroom, he noticed Clyde standing in the middle of the room. He seemed to be looking at something in his hands. Clyde didn’t immediately notice Micah. His shoulders looked oddly stiff.

"What are you doing?" Micah asked casually while rubbing his wet hair.

"Did you buy these things?" Clyde asked, his voice hoarse and low.

Micah assumed Clyde meant the pyjamas he had purchased earlier. "Yes," Micah replied casually. "Do you like them?"

Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten about the other bag. The gift Georgina had given him earlier, the one that she had said to open at home with a suggestive smile.

Inside the bag... was a fluffy R-related costume set. Clyde swallowed slowly as he stared at the contents. Soft furry ears. A fluffy tail. Black stocking. And matching paw gloves.

Clyde’s brain went completely off the rails. Of course, he had a weakness for anything involving fur. After all...

The first time he had truly noticed Micah was when Micah appeared disguised as Asena in cosplay, wearing fluffy animal ears and paws. The memory alone was enough to make Clyde’s thoughts spiral. Now, imagining Micah wearing the fluffy ears from the bag... With the tail. And those black stockings.

Clyde’s mind short-circuited. His throat suddenly felt dry. His voice came out quieter than usual. "Do you... Want to try it?"

Micah continued drying his hair, completely unaware of the dangerous thoughts forming behind him. "Sure," he said casually. "If you want."

Clyde’s self-control snapped instantly. He stepped forward in one quick motion and pulled Micah into his arms. "Want me to help you put them on?" he asked breathlessly.

Micah yelped in surprise. He froze for half a second. Then his eyes widened when he suddenly felt something very solid pressing against him from behind. His brain stalled.

What the hell? His eyes bulged in shock. Is Clyde serious right now? Micah’s mind struggled to process the situation. How could a pair of cute animal-pattern pyjamas cause this kind of reaction?! Was Clyde secretly harbouring some bizarre fetish?

Micah didn’t even hesitate. His elbow shot backward. "Get off!" He shoved Clyde away firmly. "You wish!"

Micah turned around, glaring fiercely. "From now on," he snapped, "stay five feet away from me!"

Micah was genuinely furious. What exactly was happening lately? Where had the calm, aloof, considerate Clyde gone? Why had he suddenly been replaced by some shameless creature of desire that looked ready to devour him at any moment?