All Chapters of The Merman, My Man: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

By the time I came to my senses and tried to help Dicken, he breathed a horrific roar. “Get off this boat right now, Linda! It wants you more than I do…”“Who’s in there? What happened?”Someone knocked on the door to the ladies’ just before it was swung open, and a drunken sailor wobbled inside. I didn't even have the time to see his face when screams and the crunching sounds of a body being torn apart filled the room—by the time I looked at him again, Dicken had already darted past me in a flash, kicking up a small breeze in his wake as he jumped into the ocean. I wiped the blood that splattered over my face by instinct and stumbled two steps, almost tripping over a certain object. I looked down to see that it was a puddle of flesh which may have been the person’s chest or his abdomen. There was no way I could identify it, nor was I willing to—I simply leaned against the wall as my legs shook uncontrollably, while a loud hum rang beside my ears and left me dazed, almost making me

“Dicken… It’s me… Linda!”I struggled to call out to him, even as tears welled in my eyes from the pain as the tentacle flailed around in my mouth. It left my vision blurring even as I looked into Dicken’s jet-black eyes, and attempted to awaken his self.The despair and desperation in the face of death seemed to ignite my potential, and my merfolk strength seemed to be bursting out of my body. I could even feel sharp claws extending out of my skin, resisting Dicken’s control by instinct and eventually allowing me to free one hand.I knew that I should defend myself with those nails, but I was worried that I would hurt him because I didn’t know my strength, reducing the chance of Dicken coming to his senses. In addition, I couldn’t call out to the other crew on the ship for help, because that would either lead to Dicken’s capture, or the entire crew becoming his food. Those concerns kept me silent as I struggled by keeping my legs together to stop the tentacles from advancing furt

I couldn’t help rejoicing that Dicken was asleep right now, allowing me to lay on top of him without a care while I expressed my greediness. I never imagined that there were genes of such lovesick proportions in my body, and my past self would be laughing at the present me in raucous laughter.‘But what can I do, now that I am irrevocably in love with this bastard?’Even as my thoughts ran wild, I suddenly felt his fishtail twitch. “Now what are you doing, you little minx?”I turned towards the voice to find that Dicken had already woken up, and was narrowing his eyes at where my lips were touching, which appeared to be getting rock-hard at the moment. My cheeks heated up right then, but I was not about to back off, and instead doubled down by licking the tip. “Like it?”Seemingly unable to resist the impulse, his fishtail struggled against its chains while he started to gulp, his breaths turning short and rushed. Still, he kept his eyes shut as he said hoarsely, “Stop. I’ll hurt y

But why was I alone on the life raft? I remembered that I was briefly unconscious after I was attacked, and woke up on the boat, having saved my wounded classmates. Did I forget this part of my memories?I looked at myself, unconscious in the life raft when a figure suddenly streaked through the waves. My eyes widened as a prediction struck me, and just as I expected, I saw the figure with long black hair slowly breaching the surface and swimming to the life raft. Taking my leg, he licked it as he always did to heal my wound, and took off my now-useless scuba suit. He held me in his arms as if I was a child once more, even though I was now an adult.However, I appeared to be still traumatized by my fight against the mutated crab, and struggled against Dicken’s sudden embrace, flailing my limbs and crying loudly in panic. Dicken only held me tighter in response, hesitating for a moment after seeing my reaction and stopped my cries with a kiss while he patted my back in assurance. I

Blazing flames ignited behind the merman, and he looked as if he was surrounded by a raging inferno. It was an especially fearsome sight in the darkness, presenting him as if he was an undying spirit that crawled out of the ocean.From the lower deck, he slowly slithered from the stairs to the deck above, his soaked dark purple hair spread loosely over his body, making him look devilish yet eerie. I noticed that there was a katana sticking into his belly and out of his back, but it didn’t seem to inflict meaningful damage—he still moved steadily and powerfully, and he was flailing his webbed claws at the humans nearby who were fleeing, dicing their bodies into pieces like a skilled butcher and instantly covering the deck with blood.Through it all, his eyes were leveled at Mary without once blinking, his eyes carrying a wild yet repressed emotion at the girl shrinking into herself in a corner.I dare say that the emotion was not hate, but the exact opposite—it was love.Despite my