I anxiously fumbled through the darkness for Dicken. Although my hands couldn’t reach anything, my feet were coiled even tighter. At the same time, wet breathing could be heard from the walkie-talkie, while electronic static was resonating over my eardrums—in this darkness, it sounded just like a witch’s curse.I began to feel nervous. After all, was there any assurance that the other Dicken wouldn’t remember my name? But if that was truly the case, I had no way of escaping given current circumstances. As such, why would I bother being nervous if there was nowhere to run?I actually felt less panicked when that thought crossed my mind. Perhaps the terror of falling down a bottomless abyss had suddenly pushed me over the edge, changing my perspective that it would be no worse dying here than being tortured by a corrupted Dicken. Just as all sorts of crazy ideas crossed my mind, a sudden power pushed against the airflow to reach my back. The feeling of webbed claws dancing over my
The outermost layer of my hazmat suit couldn’t stop Dicken at all. The tentacles crawled under it with relative ease, but when they were about to breach the final layer and reach my skin, blue light suddenly erupted out of my trouser pocket. My thigh heated up for a moment, and the tentacles immediately stopped molesting me as if something had stopped them before gradually retreating out of my clothing. However, the force which had been coiling around me also faded, and my body instantly resumed free fall!Even before I could cry out in surprise, I fell into the water in the next instant, my body consumed immediately by a chill to the bone. Thankfully, I didn’t drown thanks to the oxygen mask, and as I looked around with my night vision, I immediately noticed a tremendous shadow underwater. It looked like a giant spindle, lying peacefully in the depths with magnificence and beauty. I immediately realized that it was the submarine Gary had been talking about. Heavens, it really d
Dicken narrowed his eyes and pointed behind me, and I turned to see that he was pointing at the control room of the submarine. I could see through the massive and sturdy glass wall that there was a radiant blue opening, though there were countless mutated merfolk occupying it as well.The sight left me shuddering and exclaiming in shock, “What are you saying? That I have to go into the portal alone? What about you, Dicken? Why can’t you come with me?”“My corruption is too severe, and I’ll corrupt the Nest even if I could return to the home realm through the portal—destroying you and what remains of my people.” Dicken hung his head and grasped my hand which was still holding the scale, kissing it. My heart felt tickled as his breath sprayed over my skin, and my nose turned runny.Dicken must have suffered horrors when he was trapped in the portal, to the point that his originally robust body was completely corrupted. There was no way for him to control himself, and he had to endure
Even as I reveled in this passionate kiss with Dicken, his webbed claws slid down my chest and ignited flames all over my body, eventually arriving deftly at my sensitive spot which he had recently healed. He was satisfying my lust as best as he could, intricately teasing my responsiveness.After a long while, I became exhausted as my exhilaration slowly left me, and I lay limply over Dicken’s body. He was still nibbling at me, unwilling to part—but he wasn’t as whimsical as he had been just a while ago, and didn't tease me intimately again after I climaxed. I could clearly feel his rock-hard member pressing against my groin, but he was working hard to restrain his impulse. I was aware that it was extremely difficult for a creature born lustful like himself, and if circumstances had allowed me, I wouldn’t have hesitated to be his outlet, even if I would have to take care of him with my tongue and lips.However, the reality was that we couldn’t even do it one last time despite having
“Why are you getting jealous of yourself…” My face flushed in an instant, and I fidgeted in his embrace. That was when I suddenly felt a burst from my feet. Losing my balance, I almost fell into a pile of white bones nearby, but Dicken’s tail caught me in time and pulled me into this arms. Then, the grating sound of something sharp slicing through the submarine’s walls resounded above us, just as the entire vessel began to shake violently. Dicken promptly carried me to the command room, and I looked up to find a black and massive object hovering above the submarine. I couldn’t tell what it was, though it resembled a mass of thick, poisonous black fog.“What is that?!” I felt instinctive fear, trembling even as I stared at that mass, but Dicken was pulling me along. Then, he pulled the scale out of my pocket and put it over my chest, and I felt a burning sensation—looking down in reflex, I saw the scale fusing with the birthmark over my chest, turning my birthmark into a dark blue
All at once, my mind went blank as my brain seemed to freeze. I lost all memory of where I was, where I was from, where I was going, or what I was supposed to do—my body still retained every sense, but lacked a mind.I could hear buffeting winds against my ear, kicking up a scorching tempest that was occasionally a freezing gale, drying up my body one moment and slowly filling with springwater the next. I seemed to gain the enlightenment of every color of the world, and every step of the human existence that ranged from birth to death, before I eventually fell into a rift of that white world as if reborn. Ba-dump, ba-dump!Seawater was brushing past my sides, slowly restoring every bodily function I had as my thoughts slowly returned. I realized that I was still underwater, but was no longer surrounded in darkness as I looked up to a bright light nearby. I promptly spread my arms and swam agilely towards it like a fish, already used to and comfortable with my new body. Just as I
It took me great effort to move my lips and mouth Mary’s name, hoping that she would understand me. Even so, when she was just about to ask me a question in her curiosity, a middle-aged man barked an order, and several others quickly carried me to a cabin.My hair was standing on end when I saw through the fishing net what was in the cabin—there were dozens of transparent glass tanks, each around two meters tall and fitting a merperson’s height just right. Fortunately, most of them were empty and only a few contained mermaids or mermen.However, I felt terror when I remembered what Mary told me about her family and their experiments with merpeople. This was bad! I didn’t imagine I would transmigrate to this precise era, immediately running into such cruelty and ending up a pitiful subject for experiment.Even so, I had no strength to resist at all as the people carried me into a sealed glass tank. I lay limply in the water, watching as several researchers outside pointed and gesture
I had just hidden myself when the cabin door opened the next instant, and several people rushed inside. I slithered out of hiding quietly then, and swung my tail at them as quickly as a lightning bolt, catching them by surprise and knocking all of them to the floor. While they struggled to get up, I rushed out of the door as if in flight, vaulting over the deck with my robust tail muscles and into the sea, diving underwater even as I heard my captors hot on my heels.The jolt from Dicken’s scale intensified just then, which told me that he was close. I could even feel the direction and range where he was, and I just needed to get closer to get a precise bearing.I suddenly remembered that merfolk communicated by using soundwaves similar to dolphins. Did that mean I could communicate with Dicken with the same method? Just like how I had subconsciously conversed with the merfolk a while ago, this may be an innate ability in merfolk form.I stopped and looked around, before opening my