CHAPTER 342: +99 PROBLEMS AND ALL OF THEM ARE SUBS

After Darcy felt better, they slipped into the bookstore. Once inside, the warm scent of paper and ink enveloped them.

Micah sank onto a couch in the middle of the shop, letting Darcy wander off toward the shelves. He was angry at himself. How could he have accepted something connected to Archie so easily? Worse, he had made Darcy sick because of it.

He pulled up his phone, intending to fire off some curses to Russell and Archie, demanding they never get near him again. But the moment he opened his phone, the glare of +99 messages on that ominous app made him pause. He opened it gingerly, taking a look at the chatroom. He gasped, feeling his soul had been sucked out.

That damn app!

When he registered this morning, he didn’t think much of it. He had meant to check later, when he could stomach seeing their names. He was worried he would quit on the spot from anger or disgust at Silas if he started to scroll in their chatrooms. Yet, he never guessed a little delay would come back to bite him right in the ass.

What was the meaning of this? How did it make sense that he was sucked into the middle of drama without saying a word?

The mixed group chat was blowing up, scrolling so fast it was dizzying. They weren’t just chatting. They were fighting. That was not important. The one who was trashing him, the one who seemed particularly focused on tearing him down, was the exact villain sub Micah had wanted to befriend!

What the hell! At least let him say hi before turning him into a punching bag.

Micah scrolled back, searching for where things had started.

INeedaWarden: Oh my god! What a surprise. Welcome, new sub @BashfulWallflower.

SluttyKitten: Hey, beautiful, want to meet?

HornyBunny: Let the poor soul arrive before pouncing on them.

GovernessIsMyOwner: yeah. Don’t confuse them. You are not a Dom.

BabyDoll: What’s the fuss? Who really knows if they are actually that innocent?

SlutMuffin: Oh, I smell jealousy. No one can fake their first experience being a sub. Unless they are one hell of an actor.

BabyDoll: Who said I am jealous? I am just sceptical.

LittlePrincess: You are all scaring them. See? They haven’t even said anything yet!

BabyDoll: Maybe because they are guilty.

Micah scrolled down a bit, ignoring their banter until he found the real reason for blowing up.

INeedaWarden: What’s with today? Is it our lucky day? Welcome another fresh sub @TameMeifYouCan

Micah’s eyes paused. This was the villain sub.

SlutMuffin: hell, what’s with this account name? So feisty and arrogant!

TameMeifYouCan: Yo!

PeachPuppy: Welcome

SlutMuffin: see!

GovernessIsMyOwner: Haha, that’s just right up the alley of one person.

LittlePrincess: Who? Is there a Dom like this kind?

GovernessIsMyOwner:

Oh yeah. The dark dot. They break subs and discard them. Most of them were kicked out. Except one.

TameMeifYouCan: I am up for any challenge. I tried before but those men were such disappointments, I ended up beating them to a pulp instead.

BabyDoll: Oh, so you are a guy into men, right? Isn’t it such a coincidence?

@MarquessNemus, come looks like god sent you what you were searching for.

Micah’s pulse quickened the moment he read the name. This was Silas’s username.

TameMeifYouCan: Oh, where are they?

Scared?

MarquessNemus: @BashfulWallFlower, add me.

Micah nearly dropped his phone. His eyes bulged the moment he saw this.

Son of a bitch! Why the hell had Silas picked him up instead of TameMeifYouCan, the sub villain? Wasn’t he Silas’s partner for two years in the novel?

Micah looked up and down; except for Silas, there was no other Dom present. Where the hell were they? Just lurking mute in the background? Then how was anyone supposed to pick a sub like this? What a bunch of pricks! They probably looked down on subs, thinking it was too lowly for them to mingle.

Micah clicked his tongue. He really didn’t like them.

He sighed and scrolled down more. He could see how everything went south after here.

SlutMuffin: Shit! Burn!

HornyBunny: god! Haha. He went straight for the other one without even knowing whether they were a girl or a boy.

GovernessIsMyOwner: Sorry, man. @TameMeifYouCan

SlutMuffin: Told you no one likes it. Except psychos.

TameMeifYouCan: Ha! They are a bunch of chickens. What’s the fun in a trembling, crying rabbit?

HornyBunny: Hey! Are you picking a fight with me?

SlutMuffin: @BashfulWallFlower, where are you? Come, let this older brother teach you something before you meet him.

GovernessIsMyOwner: the way everyone ignores him... oof... good luck surviving in here @TameMeifYouCan

LittlePrincess: he is young and hot-headed. A little punishment and he’ll calm down.

TameMeifYouCan: Don’t talk like your mum or something. Who is this BashfulWallFlower? Come on, show yourself. Let’s see how naive you are! I bet it is just an act.

Micah pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through his teeth. His thumb hovered over the screen. He didn’t bother reading any more of his threats or their bickering.

Micah rubbed his forehead. He had no idea how to behave here. Should he say he was a boy or a girl?

One thing was clear: befriending that villain sub was out of the question if he said he was a boy. And as for getting close to Silas... Micah gagged at the thought, making an audible sound that drew a glance from a passing customer. He quickly hunched over.

Nope. Not happening. Never.

What should he do then?

He sighed deeply and typed slowly.

BashfulWallFlower: I am a girl. And still in the process of this new tendency... not up for meeting.

He stared at the words, then pressed send.

Micah leaned back into the couch and dragged a hand down his face, groaning softly.

His only hope now was that the villain sub would let his guard down, and Silas, disgusted by the thought of him being a girl, would back off.

And here he was, forced back into crossdressing yet again... just to survive this ridiculous mess.