Chapter 88


    he Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 88


    The human societal equivalent of the treatment I received would be simr to a weing cheer as


    they regarded me simr to a celebrity. Even so, the suspicion I had made me terrified and tense.


    My instincts caused me to struggle, and I tried to shout for Dicken. But before I could even utter a word,


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    my mouth was covered by a webbed w that extended from beneath the water. Both my legs were


    restrained as well, so I couldn’t move at all. I felt like I was a hunted deer tied to a stick and was about


    to be cooked over a fire.


    ‘Dear God, what are they doing…’


    I was so nervous that I almost forgot to breathe. I opened my eyes wide as I scanned my surroundings.


    The cold sea breeze was harsh against my skin, causing me to shiver.


    Arge whirlpool then appeared on the sea surface to my left, and there was a dark shadow floating in


    its center. Just like a specter in the dark, the scene was strange.


    The specter’s head was the first to appear. Their strands of red hair were scattered in the water as their


    pale face gradually revealed themselves. They had deep blue eyes full of yearning, simr to Dicken’s,


    and I could see them clearly as they approached me.


    When I had a good look at their face, I was astonished. If it weren’t for the w covering my mouth, I


    would have yelled in surprise.


    This merperson looked too simr to the deceased Alice! Both of their faces were practically cast from


    the same mold! If it weren’t for the difference in hair color, I would have thought that Alice hade


    back to life.


    I thought that perhaps this could be Alice’s twin sister. Suddenly, the merperson broke through the


    water surface and revealed their entire upper body. It was only then that I realized I was too naive. This


    was a merman, and a very fit one at that! I was mistaken because he had such a beautiful and alluring


    face.


    By the time he was right in front of me, I was still shocked, and I simply stared at him with my mouth


    gaping wide. The shadow of his torso wasrge enough to loom over me as he tilted his head down to


    inspect my body. Then, he bent down and sniffed my body like I was a delicacy on a silver tter


    delivered to a culinary critic.


    If it weren’t for my experience, I would have thought this merman wanted to eat me in a situation like


    this. But after being vited by Dicken, I did not doubt what this merman intended to do.


    Just like Dicken, he was determining whether I was fit enough to be his mate through my scent.


    This fact perplexed me. If Dicken’s mating behavior was not an isted case, then merpeople are


    definitely a strange and intriguing species.


    Surprisingly, the mermen don’t look for mermaids to mate and reproduce; rather, they look for human


    females as mates.


    And this group of mermaids seems to be quite supportive of this as they look like they were offering a


    tribute when they brought me to this merman.


    ‘This is too weird!’


    My mind was a mess, and I didn’t even dare to believe my own inference.


    But when I peeked at the merman’s face, I suddenly felt my heart tighten.


    The corner of his lips slowly lifted as his eyes stared at me unwaveringly. He then smiled as a sign of


    his satisfaction toward me.


    I had to admit, this merman’s behavior was more gentlemanly than Dicken’s. However, my heart sank


    when I noticed his throat. He was repeatedly gulping as his chest and heaved.


    He ced a webbed w onto my waist and lowered his head further as he took in my scent near my


    breasts.