Chapter 211


    “That was why I had deliberately allowed myself to be caught, and I realized that you were looking at


    me as if I was a stranger. I was very jealous at the time, Linda, and had almost lost my sanity because


    of it, wanting nothing less than to make youpletely mine in my frenzy. I was in heat, and yet you


    actually had the guts to approach me in the middle of me, teasing me so seductively—how could I stop


    myself from devouring you? I started to scheme through the days and night to defile you, yearning that


    you were an immature juvenile. That was why I started to use your curiosity against you…“


    At those words, Dicken’s lips curled up evilly and his tongue poked out to lick it, as if he was feeling


    smug about his perfect n.


    “You bastard…“ I couldn’t help pulling his ear, only for him to pin it down over my head. His tongue


    slithered from my chin to my cheek as he smooched me there firmly, keeping his lips close to my skin


    even as he breathed, “There was even less chance of me letting you leave after youpletely


    became mine —your scent, actions, facial expressions, and your very body intoxicates me. Even if how


    scared you look made me aware that I was out of line, I just couldn’t help wanting to vite you


    repeatedly like a juvenile seed…“


    “I don’t know how it goes for humans, but once our kind matures, we would venture into a stable phase,


    and would only react impulsively towards a specific mate… and that was especially the truth for me, the


    most ancient ck Scale King. I would never mate, and can only extend my bloodline by releasing my


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Yiki.“


    Dicken looked beneath himself pointedly just then— his rock-hard member was touching me between


    my legs, as if to make evident the impulse he had just mentioned. In response, my ears felt as if they


    were burning, and I swallowed.


    Then, Dicken leaned in beside my ear and continued to whisper, “And yet, even though I had released


    my Yiki to other people… I had only ever felt those impulses towards you alone.“


    My heart began to pound wildly as my head hummed. I watched as he reached inside his trench coat


    and took out an object, and my eyes widened in disbelief at him when I saw what it was.


    It was my diary—the one I threw off David’s ship, the one where I had written a year’s worth of entries


    about my search for Dicken.


    “If the answer is what you wanted to hear, then yes, Linda—I love you.“


    I felt the water current among me surging even as Dicken quietly breathed those words. Then, I felt a


    mystifying sensation streaming within my heart, and it seemed to spread over every hair follicle, leaving


    my body burning intensely.


    I had heard those three words in countless movies, literature, and asionally overheard my friends


    saying it to their lovers. It was the most entrancing words of sentiment in this world, but it was


    constantly used in deceit as well. As a person uninterested in such sentiments, I had never cared for


    those words, let alone allowed myself to be moved—but once Dicken spoke them into my ear, I felt as if


    my entire being had erupted, that I had been teetering over a cliff and fallen into his embrace in the


    next instant.


    “What about you, Linda? My runt?“ Dicken nuzzled his chin tenderly against my cheek, his firm chest


    stered against my soft breasts to pin me against the doorway, his hand groping without restraint


    over my bottom. “Answer me—do you love me? Or do you still fear me?“


    Oh my god… Someone save me! I had never imagined that I would have to speak such bare n*ked


    words of sentiment with this vile, ferocious mermaid! It was just so bizarre!


    I had no idea where he had learned this either. Perhaps he had mastered it in the period he integrated


    himself in human society, but despite the cringe, him saying those words were far more irresistible to


    me than from some rich CEO or gentleman. Even if I would admit that I am numb towards sentiments,


    he could well melt my heart right then.


    My lips parted, and yet I was suddenly an infant incapable of proper speech, only managing to


    stammer gibberish, “Uh, maybe, well, I think…“


    “No maybes, Linda. I want a proper answer, “ Dicken whispered threateningly into my ear.