Translator:- Max
Warning:- NSFW and sexual intercourse with minor(15)
“Help…help!”
At that moment, watching the waves suddenly stir up on the water’s surface dyed red by the evening glow, the young man who had narrowly escaped death by a fluke from the killer crab’s claws huddled on the inflatable raft, shivering in fear.
The fear of imminent death and the dizziness caused by blood loss were eroding his nerves. His vision went dark, as if the slowly descending nightfall had collapsed in an instant.
In that moment, he faintly saw a ghostly shadow coming towards him from the water—
What was that? Was it another terrifying killer crab? He thought desperately, eyes widening in terror. Before he could even see clearly, he had already lost consciousness completely.
As the shadow beneath the water surfaced, the last glimmer of light at the horizon where the sea met the sky vanished. Like the enveloping darkness over the sea, the King of the merfolk, ruler of the ocean, silently approached the unconscious youth. He swayed his strong and powerful black fishtail, leaping up like a shark pouncing on its prey, collecting the small raft beneath him. If anyone were to witness this scene, they would not believe that this devil-like figure was about to devour the youth.
As if he was sensing something, the youth’s breath suddenly became rapid. Instinctively, he clenched his fists and began to wildly strike out at the approaching danger, but his wrist was immediately restrained by a pair of pale, damp, broad webbed claws, much like being caught in the deadly grip of a killer crab’s pincers.
His breath seemed to abruptly stop as if in a terrifying nightmare, and his entire body began to shudder uncontrollably. The horrifying wounds crisscrossing his body started to split open, and vivid red veins wove a heart-stopping totem on the youth’s fair and tender skin, extremely unparalleled and poignant.
The sudden scene before him jolted the Merfolk King’s senses, and he held his breath, instinctively restraining the struggling youth on the raft.
He leaned down and, starting with the deepest and longest wound, licked every single injury on the young man’s body without missing an inch. Only when they began to heal under the effect of his saliva did the youth finally calmed down, sinking into a drowsy state.
“Desharow……”
In the pure darkness surrounded by the sound of the waves, Desharow heard a deep, hoarse and low voice calling his name.
Whose voice could it be? It sounded so familiar, so comforting…
Who was it ah?
He struggled to think, furrowing his brow slightly, wanting to open his eyes, but his brain remained trapped in a hazy dizziness, unable to break free.
The Merfolk King squinted his eyes, lowering his head to gaze at his descendant on the raft. His deep eyes reflected the mottled water surface, shadows beneath his eyelashes deep and shimmering with an unmistakable drowning love.
His boy had returned to his long and lonely life, now lying quietly beneath him. The boy’s long eyelashes covered his eyes as he breathed in the air surrounded by the Mermaid King’s scent, just like a newborn baby. His nostrils lightly twitched. The once-young child had grown into a man in the years without his presence, maturing in human form. Without his guidance, was he healthy?
The Mermaid King squinted his eyes, allowing his unimpeded vision to scan the youth’s body in the darkness. Originally, he had only wanted to confirm whether the young man was ill, but his gaze involuntarily froze—
In the not-so-bright moonlight, the youth’s body was white and pristine, with a sheen of water on his skin that seemed to drape him in a soft gauze. It made his yet-to-mature body an enticing and hazy beauty.
His two slender, human legs, unique to humans, curved in a graceful arc. Unconsciously, they brushed against the Merfolk King’s fishtail as the raft swayed, causing every scales on his fishtail to involuntarily ripple slightly and the forbidden area to stick out.
An unprecedented shame sprouted from within the Merfolk King, something dormant in his scales began to stir. His low-temperature body, akin to seawater, was unexpectedly growing warm, as if molten lava was melting from beneath his icy exterior.
“Agaras……”
His Adam’s apple rolled, and his throat emitted an almost unconscious string of muffled calls. It was an ancient love language unique to merfolk, an instinctive expression of love in the presence of a desired mate.
Upon realising the sound he had emitted, the Merfolk King, who had never experienced courtship before, couldn’t help but be taken aback.
To ensure the fulfilment of the God King’s divine duty, the estrus would not arrive prematurely unless he had evolved sufficiently. Before the King’s power reached an adequate level, having a mate would be the greatest vulnerability for the King, providing potential enemies with an opportunity to exploit.
He reached out his dripping wet webbed hand from the water and instinctively grasped the youth’s hand, placing it against his own cheek. The youth’s palm was much smaller than his, although it had grown considerably over the years, it remained slender and soft, curling between his well-defined fingers like a captured little starfish. It tempted him to involuntarily open his mouth and gently bite the back of the youth’s hand.
Such a gentle action, yet the person in his arms immediately tensed up as if they had been attacked. His hand clenched into a fist, his legs kicked erratically, and faint, muffled cries for help escaped his lips.
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“Desharow……my Desharow……”
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The Merfolk King felt the gaze of the youth’s deep black eyes. His eyelids were partially open, clearly in a half-asleep state. Long and dense eyelashes were adorned with dew-like droplets, shimmering and hazy, much like the starlight reflected on the sea surface in the night mist. It seemed to silently tempt one to touch, to disturb, to capture in the palm of their hand.
This temptation was so strong that he lowered his head as if possessed, and with some urgency pressed the young man’s soft lips.
The Merfolk King didn’t know why he was doing this; he simply submitted to the instinctive urge, a surge of uncontrollable emotions filling his heart.
The youth’s body suddenly jerked, struggling intensely in his embrace. Those tender hands hastily pounded on his chest, akin to tickling him, even close to provoking him.
An impulse surged unexpectedly from his arms. He grabbed onto the young man’s smooth arm and sucked on the other person’s lips, using his fangs to catch the slippery, darting tongue like a fish. This caused the person in his arms to sob in muddle-headedness as if he were a beast about to tear him apart and devour him.
Scalding tears streamed down the young man’s cheeks and mingled with his relentless lips. They were salty and carried the taste of fear. That was not what he intended to bring to his Desharow.
“Agaras……”
——What he wanted to give was a merman’s love.
He moved his lips away, giving the person in his arms a chance to catch their breath.
The young man, in his strong arms, was panting unevenly. His swollen lips were moist and slightly parted, a glistening silver thread connecting at the corner of his mouth.
His half-opened eyes were covered with mist, as if his overpowering kisses threatened to plunge him into unconsciousness once more.
Both the expression on his face and the subtle movements of his supple body unconsciously revealed vulnerability and helplessness, like prey firmly held in the predator’s claws and teeth, exposing its most deliciously tasty weakness.
The Merfolk King gazed at the young man’s current appearance, feeling that the object inside his scales stood proudly erect.
He forcefully suppressed the animalistic instincts surging within him, raising his webbed claw to gently wipe away the saliva from the corner of the young man’s lips. However, he couldn’t resist licking it, savouring his taste. Beneath his damp and cold scales, it felt as if molten lava was coursing through. He knew that this power could easily shatter the young man in his arms into a thousand pieces.
Too dangerous.
He had to endure, he had to wait until the young man’s body and mind were mature enough to accept his arrival, to withstand his intrusion, and to recognize what kind of existence he was to him.
The Merfolk King bent down and carefully placed the young man back into the raft, just as he had cradled him and put him in a small wooden boat when he was a child. However, a very small wave came, causing him to suddenly fall on top of the person beneath him. His erect object grazed the young man’s smooth inner thigh and became wedged between his legs.
His abdominal muscles contracted suddenly, as if they were solid rocks. The head of the stem grew even larger, pulsating like a living creature in the warm, intimate space nearby.
His throat emitted a muffled groan as he propped himself up with his arms. Just as he was about to lift his heavy fishtail, the young man struggled as if in reflex. His slender legs bent upward from the raft, as if he wanted to push him away but lacked the strength to do so. Delicate skin inadvertently rubbed against his scales, causing a tingling sensation akin to an electric current running through him, almost twitching. His fishtail instantly tensed up like a tightened chain.
As if walking on thin ice. The animalistic instincts were roaring inside the Merfolk king, cracks spreading inch by inch across his surface, the sharp tips of his webbed claws piercing into the palms of his hands.
While the young man remained totally unaware of the danger, his expression was distracted, as if lost in a dream, unsure whether it was a beautiful dream or a nightmare. In the moonlight, his half-opened eyes glistened with tears, and he murmured something from his lips.
He lowered his head, bringing his pointed ears close to the young man’s lips.
“Ah… agar… as…” In a near-moaning tone.
Nerves snapped in his brain.
He didn’t know when he had kissed the young man again, and when he regained consciousness, the person in his arms had been nearly exhausted from his predatary kisses. His fair neck was covered with red marks left by him. His head lay weakly in his broad palm, and his nose twitched slightly, as if a dying person was taking in their last breath.
And the Merfolk King knew it was because he had recognized the familiar scent and had a physiological response, subconsciously craving his presence.
The movements beneath the young man at this moment were evidence. His moist webbed claws glided slowly over the young man’s back, causing him to arch his back suddenly. When he grasped the little thing between the young man’s legs, the latter bit his lip and emitted a muffled groan, involuntarily clamping his legs around the Merfolk King’s fish tail. He could clearly feel the body in his arms heating up, and the tantalising friction of the tightly clenched thighs against his hard object, the alluring, enticing valley was just within reach.
The rhizome protruding from the scales suddenly moved, as if a tentacle had clung to the young man’s tight crack.
Resisting the urge to insert it immediately, he patiently stroked the wet, small and delicate male sex organ in his palm, trying his best to control the intensity so that the young man’s young and inexperienced body would not feel excessive pain.
With his bloodshot eyes narrowed, the Mermaid King lowered his head towards the body that had involuntarily opened up for him in his embrace.
In a daze, feeling that something was about to happen, the young man opened his eyes in a daze, but all he saw were the dense, silky strands of silver cascading towards him, accompanied by an overwhelming shadow, as if being engulfed by a massive wave.
Before fear could even reach his nerves, the overpowering scent of hormones rushed into his nostrils, causing his already weakened body to instantly turn to mush, melting between the arms that tightly encircled him.
The next moment, his nipple was suddenly enveloped by something wet and warm, a tingling sensation penetrating his skin, like an electric current had struck a sensitive spot.
“Ah—!” He shuddered, his neck arched backward, and he opened his mouth to let out a hoarse scream.
His nipple was immediately encircled even tighter, and at the same time, his lower body was engulfed in intense pleasure of being soothed.
A strange, unfamiliar wave of tingling sensations surged through his entire body, causing the young man to tense his calf muscles, curling even his toes instinctively as he involuntarily tightened his legs around the slippery, thick fishtail between them. In an instant, something spring-like pressed against his buttocks, as if it intended to penetrate his body directly.
What is it… what is it…
Feeling like he was under attack, the young man instinctively shrank his body, but he was held tightly around the waist and butt, leaving him without any strength left in his body.
He could only endure it by tilting his neck back, allowing the two tender and dripping points on his chest to be sucked wantonly. Beneath him, his desire was captured and kneaded in the palm of the merman’s webbed claws, rendering him like a stranded fish. Under the dual assault, sweat continuously trickled down his youthful, fiery body, dying his skin with a charming and gentle rosy hue.
“Ha…ah…”
The Merfolk King saw the young man gasping for breath, his eyebrows furrowing deeply due to the depth of his emotions. The trembling eyelashes casted shifting shadows, presenting a beauty that was nearly on the brink of death. He was like the undersea god of death that greedily demanded his life——much like the devourer that absorbed the fluids from weak youngs in the mother nest. Taking advantage of the young man’s half-conscious state, he squeezed his tender body.
The young man gazed into those long, reddened eyes with his half-lidded, misty eyes.
From within those long, reddened eyes, he could discern the thick love, desire and indulgence, as well as another completely different emotion, belonging to an aggressor – the desire to conquer.
And he was like a piece of fertile land about to be ravaged. The young man vaguely realised this, and a sense of fear and shame welled up in his heart, mixing with the excitement in his body. It blended into a chaotic blend of spiciness and sweetness, soaking into every cell in his body and making him tremble uncontrollably.
“Do……not be afraid……”
He heard a low, hoarse hum in his ears, like a hypnotic hymn penetrating deep into his mind. His heart sank heavily into the abyss, only to be grasped by invisible hands. Something pushed up against his back from beneath, raising it, and his legs felt weak, splayed wide open and hung in the air.
The constant stimulation of his member was suddenly released, and after a moment of immense emptiness, a wet and slippery sensation followed in his crack. It felt like fish scales brushing against his thighs, as if tiny nails were scratching his skin. Electric currents of stimulation travelled from the hidden cave behind, directly into his body, causing his member to become even more hard.
“En… it feels so uncomfortable…”
The young man murmured incoherently, shaking his head, and breathing rapidly.
He instinctively stretched out his hand to touch his lower body but was captured by a pair of claws, pressing it against his sweaty waist. His collarbone was lightly licked and nibbled, his buttocks were pressed down with an urgent force, and a thick, wet rod-like thing squeezed into the crack between his legs, much like an eel hunting for food, pushing forward into his ass.
The Merfolk King heard the person in his arms raise their voice due to his actions, “Ah… no…”
His body froze as he cradled the back of the young man’s head. The other party had not woken up; his gaze was still unfocused. The fair little face was tinged with a sunset-like blush, exuding a gorgeous radiance, a more intense and extremely alluring fragrance lingered around the young man’s body. The hunger to devour the person in front of him almost made him roar.
No longer holding back, he pushed the person in his arms down onto the raft, grabbing the pair of long legs that were unconsciously entwining him. His fishtail arched like a bowstring, little by little, the angry, upright and unafraid object under his stomach entered into the young man’s tight and narrow entrance.
The slender wrist he held onto tightened instantly, and the young man let out a short, startled cry, but his voice was immediately swallowed up by his lips.
The hot, soft body trembled and twitched under him, dripping with sweat, and the tight and narrow passage bit the tip that had forcefully entered it. His own front end, however, was not despirited because of this but excitedly pressed against the firm abdominal muscles, leaving a small puddle of viscous fluid beneath him. The young man felt both pleasure and agony as his body was being explored for the first time, while he remained unaware that the guy who invaded him had already reached the peak of ecstasy.
It wasn’t just the physical sensations; it was the act of imprinting himself into the young man’s body that made the Merfolk King feel as if he were as excited as an inferior young species in heat.
“Desharow……my Desharow……”
He breathed heavily as he slowly submerged himself into this fascinating territory, all the while lovingly murmuring the young man’s name.
“Ah…ah…ah…”
The person beneath him seemed to instinctively want to respond to him, but it all turned into intermittent moans.
The wet, hot breath from those red, thin lips lingered around the Merfolk King’s neck, condensing into sweat that dripped onto his flushed chest. It was all licked away by his wanton tongue, while the corners of his grinning mouth drawed a satisfied smile.
The first time was always especially sweet.
It was as if he was biting into the young man’s Adam’s Apple like a bloodthirsty sea snake, using his fangs to gently scratch and tease, as if savouring the freshest fruit. His webbed claws cupped and kneaded the elastic buttocks, squeezing them until they seemed to melt in his palms. The young man’s legs were spread wide open for him, giving an unrestricted view of the central beauty——
The hidden valley between the thighs was extremely wet, the red and swollen cave mouth greedily accepting his thriving fierce object, contracting in a pulsating manner. It dripped with translucent fluid, just like the tears sliding down the corners of the young man’s eyes at that moment.
The blood surged to its peak. The Merfolk King’s gaze darkened as his fishtail coiled around one of the young man’s legs, his lips covering the damp corner of the other’s eye. At the same time, he raised his waist, no longer thrusting inside, but instead grinding the partially inserted tip against the inner walls, greedily savouring the taste of the young man’s body.
Unable to go any deeper, the immature body had already been pushed to its limit, and accommodating him to this extent had become unbearable.
The young man, in a semi-conscious state, felt as if he had sunk into an inescapable whirlpool, torn between burning pain and immense pleasure, with a hazy vision.
He sobbed intermittently, instinctively hugging onto the intruder’s neck as if grasping for a lifeline. With each increasingly forceful thrust from below, he desperately scratched at the thick, smooth, and resilient skin he touched, like a moth trying to break free of its cocoon, but unable to escape this suffocating but enjoyable nightmare.
The Merfolk King closed his eyes, intoxicated in the intercourse with the young man. The point of connection made ambiguous squelching sounds with his shallow thrusts. The raft, jostled by the moving fishtail, swayed on the surface of the sea. Several sharks were drawn by the motion but kept their distance, watching the adult merman, their natural enemy, cautiously, without daring to disturb them.
They saw the ferocious overlord of the sea pressing a small prey beneath him. Its skin glistened in the moonlight, emitting a fresh and tempting aroma, which made them salivate, hoping to get a share of the leftovers. However, they soon realised that this much more powerful predator was not there to eat——
The genital on the fishtail, similar in form to theirs, was now fully erect and deeply connected with the prey’s body. It thrust in and out, and the predator’s head rested against the prey’s neck, just like they did during mating, heads rubbing together. Interfering with natural enemies during their mating time will only lead to ferocious attacks.
The instinctive fear made the sharks, who had hoped for a share of the spoils, quietly disperse in disappointment. The sea surface grew even calmer, and the night mist wrapped around the figures on the raft as if it were a light veil. The moon, too, seemed to shy away from the scene.
The night grew even darker.
The increasingly heavy darkness enveloped the young man’s vision, making it hard for him to breathe. Overwhelming sensations of pleasure and tenderness entwined with all his senses, and the waves that were about to reach their peak threw him high into the sky again and again. The huge thing within him continued to crush every sensitive point of his body, making the heat and moisture between his legs feel like a swamp.
All consciousness sank deeper and deeper into the swamp, sinking, sinking, drowning in the ocean of love and desire, even their breath engulfed.
No sound could escape his throat anymore, only the faintest of whispers, which were also drowned out by the storm of passionate kisses that assailed him, only he could hear them——
Agaras……
It seemed to be a sequence of such syllables.
His mind was in disarray, and he didn’t know where these sensations came from. But in the midst of the overwhelming emotional turmoil, he unconsciously recited them.
At the moment when the thing inside his body suddenly withdrew and then deeply thrust back in, he finally spasmed into his first orgasm in his life. Semen spurted out one after another at a shameful speed, a bitter fishy scent wafting into the air and blending with the intense, exotic fragrance surrounding him.
His body went limp as if completely exhausted, and his consciousness gradually faded into the pitch-black darkness, leaving nothing behind.
As he slipped into complete unconsciousness, a pair of damp, strong arms embraced him, pressing his face against a wet chest. Through the skin, he felt the rhythmic beating of a heart, like the ticking of a childhood clock placed by the bedside, and the distant, deep sound of ocean waves crashing, causing him to be at ease. Involuntarily, he pressed closer, hoping to merge with the owner of this body.
A faint voice murmured something in his dream, and though he couldn’t make out the words, the tone was familiar, as if he had heard it long ago. Guided by invisible hands, he traversed the corridors of his memories, reaching the farthest reaches of his dreams, arriving at the frigid depths of that vast, azure sea.
A familiar figure gradually took shape in the midst of the vast water mist. A pair of profound, narrow eyes gazed deeply at him.
“Desharow……”
This time, he heard it clearly. He was calling out his name.
Translator’s note:- Hi guys, sorry for being late again. I’m just having a difficult time parting away with it and especially Mr. Dior is also at the end and the chapters(DM’s) are just HUGEEE, they feel like they’ll never end really. So expect a new chapter maybe next Wednesday cause it’s hugeeeeee. And I have a bit sick too lately, me with the world’s best immunity(not). And my mom also making me go to park to exercise so I don’t be a certified sloth so I ache everywhere ahhh.
And I think so extras are just an excuse for the author to write smut hehe. Enjoy~
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The person who did the wiring or whatever really f*ked us up especially since the bill is like 4 times the usual amount(previous place) and which is hard for us to pay as we just shifted houses, gave advance and now this. Even if we get this all fixed on our own expense probably, we’d still have to pay this month’s bill which is like 3 months amount. P.S. This is my only way to help my family out, and any donation will go to me doing bonus chapters at 10$/ch, plus no need to feel pressured to help, your comments help me a lot, hehe with every comment I’m like a child when getting a gift, I just love reading you guys comments. Thank you~
Thank you for the chapter, and don’t worry take your time.😊
I’m really thankful for the quick updates! Thanks a lot! BTW does the author or the translator have any idea of Agares’ real name? Just asking… I can’t sleep due to this suspense I swear…
Since they are mermen, they have no real concept of names and such but if they do then they’ll be like frequencies instead like in dolphins. People usually call Agares as king so only Desharow who gave him his name calls him by his name which is a merfolk way of courting(?) Or telling that they like the other so Agares’s only actual name is Agares. Asura’s name was given to him by Yukimura but Levjet probably made his own name as at first, he was gonna be a missionary in the human world so he needed a name then.
Oh I see… animal world recognize each other from their scents yah… how can I forget this tch tch thanks translator!
Tysm for the chapterr~ also im judging Agaras on his actions.
Me encanto el cap, esperaré el siguiente
Im with translator here XD Someone was really kinky while writing these extras. Still tho I’m not satisfied with the whole story but I think this is what it is. I’m hoping for re-master or even the second part but I’m pretty sure that it will never happen😅. You don’t need to apologize for being late we are all humans
Not sure but this seems like it happened when he was.. 15? If I remember correctly. His first time with Agares/Agaras in his original world. 🤔
Anywayyy, I loved it! 🥺
Really like the writing style and I hope find more bl novels like this… 😮💨 (anyone??)
Ty translator for this amazing chapter! Take your time, as long as you don’t drop it! 💖
Uhhh this chapter is gross I understand it’s a fictional creature but it still feels wrong