Chapter 90


    The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 90


    I sensed Dicken heavily panting like he had rushed here after going through a battle of life and death.


    He was surrounded by an air of hostility as well as a strong scent of blood.


    Dicken was injured, and it wasn’t just a scratch.


    I could imagine winning a battle against such a ferocious pelican eel wouldn’t have been easy.


    My eyes searched his body for wounds. I swear it wasn’t out of concern for him; it was just a habit of


    mine as a biologist. He seemed to have realized what I was trying to do and bent down, causing his


    long drenched hair to droop over me and block my line of sight.


    In the darkness of the night, I felt something cold resting against my forehead — it was Dicken’s chin.


    With one w supporting my neck, he pulled my head towards him and buried me into his broad chest.


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    Being this close to him, the metallic smell of blood became stronger.


    “Dicken, where are your injuries?“ I couldn’t help but ask.


    Dicken didn’t reply. His only response was a low growling from his chest. I wanted to question him


    further, but before I could, I heard a sharp neighing from somewhere not too far away.


    I had never heard any creature make a sound like that.


    Dicken released me and vigntly looked at the red- haired merman. He then made the same sort of


    sound but in a deeper tone, a sound that was more easing to my ears, like a note from a cello.


    But within the next second, I heard a rumbling thunder signaling the arrival of a storin and felt a wave of


    dizziness. I wondered if the frequency of this sound surpassed the range of what human ears could


    withstand. I even suspected that prolonged exposure to sounds like this could damage my hearing and


    my auditory nerves.


    The sharp neighs were getting closer, and I couldn’t help but cover my ears and turn towards the


    direction of the sounds. The red- haired merman did not escape but was poised above the water


    surface just like Dicken, and they both extended their ws by their sides. The red-haired merman was


    in an attacking stance, ready to pounce at Dicken at any moment.


    Based on how he had received Dicken’s attack, this red-haired merman seemed to be no match for


    Dicken. However, it looked like he noticed Dicken was injured, so he didn’t want to give up the fight. He


    even nced at my body lecherously with eyes full of s*xual desire, and he seemed to think he could


    snatch me away from Dicken.


    Although Dicken was injured, he didn’t show any signs of fleeing. He lifted his tail from the water and


    raised it in front of me, forming a barrier between the red-haired merman and me.


    I happened to notice that the red- haired merman’s tail was a notch shorter than Dicken’s. It could be


    that Dicken was olderpared to him. After all, Dicken had once saved me when I was a child.


    If the social hierarchy of merpeople were simr to the power dynamics of the animal kingdom, Dicken


    seemed to fit into a role simr to the leader of a pod. But if he were defeated, he would be reced


    and forced to leave the ind, which would be the worst and most unfortunate oue to befall him.


    I must be a workaholic to be thinking of things like this in such a dangerous situation. But in reality, I


    was terrified. I was too weak and had no power to prevent the mermen from battling for the rights to a


    mate.