Ch – 118.2
Warnings:- Sexual harassment, inc*st, r*pe, incestuous r*pe, Cliffhanger(advised to wait for part 3 aka this novel to end), might have anger fits and mental cool down or that was me but anyway!
I will put the r*pe in a dropdown so that people can skip it and please don’t read it, if you are uncomfortable as it’s highly disturbing and might be triggering for some people so please read cautiously.
He leaned against the ship’s side, turned to look at the now calm sea, his mind in turmoil. The setting sun had gradually sunk below the horizon, casting a reddish hue across the deep blue waters, red like the fire and blood in his dreams.
Something was about to happen.
A clear premonition in his heart told him so.
At that moment, a familiar voice from behind brought him back from his restless thoughts. He turned his head to find the young man behind him and waved a simple greeting. It was the second officer of the ship, and his father’s right-hand man, Kondo Haori, a good friend from his college days.
Kondo walked slowly to his side, flicking his cigarette butt into the sea, and let out a long sigh. “Ah, I wonder when the wars and experiments will stop… I’m getting disgusted with this kind of life.”
“Disgusted?” Yukimura Chiba asked softly. He lowered his eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth reluctantly, “I thought you were passionate about this research project and participating in the wars as well.”
Kondo looked at him, fell silent for a short while, then cast his gaze toward a distant, hazy island. He hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on the young man’s shoulder. Through the fabric of the clothing, he could easily feel the bony contours of the shoulder, delicate like a girl’s, yet this was the heir of a samurai family, burdened with the family’s mission. However, he hadn’t truly seen the bloody truths yet. If he saw it, the kind-hearted young man would surely be in agonising pain because of it.
Perhaps this was why his boss, Yukimura’s father, had always kept his son away from the core of the plan. However, sooner or later, Yukimura would come into contact with the darkness and cruelty that even he found hard to accept.
“Let’s leave when the American troops depart from that island, the next time there’s an armistice. Chiba.” He said it, without much thought, using an inappropriate term of address. For a moment, Kondo Haori felt somewhat awkward.
Yukimura paused, looking at his close friend and classmate, feeling somewhat at a loss. “Go where?” He hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Do we even have a choice in our future?”
“But……”
There was a sudden commotion from the direction of the ship’s cabin——
“Grab it! Catch that mermaid!”
“Don’t let it escape!”
Yukimura Chiba looked in surprise toward the commotion, where several researchers had been knocked down on the deck. A silvery shining silhouette cut through the dim night, tracing an elegant arc and plunging into the sea.
“Desharow…”
He frowned, subconsciously uttered his name. He rushed to the side of the ship, looking out at the sea. The silver-tailed merman had long vanished without a trace. However, to his surprise, he unexpectedly noticed a peculiar pattern of ripples not far from the ship, circling around a particular point, resembling a group of migrating dolphins.
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But some kind of bad intuition vaguely grew from his heart, and a voice shouted——
Don’t get any closer, Yukimura Chiba. Don't follow the track of an overturned cart. Stay far away…
He couldn’t help but clenched his fists to resist the urge to jump into the sea and swim in that direction.
“Chiba, come here.” His father’s call came from another direction. Yukimura Chiba turned like a puppet, following his father into the door of a cabin, step by step.
The room was dark, and on the tea table in the centre of the cabin lay a pure white kendo uniform, a bamboo flute he often played, and a basin of cold water that emitted the smell of a heated disinfectant solution. He instinctively felt fear towards this scent, his legs trembling, taking a step back, but his back was pressed against the closed cabin door.
He was caught in a dead end.
His father’s tall and thin figure, illuminated by the candlelight on the wall, became immensely large, making him feel suffocated. However, he didn’t dare to even open his mouth or take a deep breath——because he didn’t have his father’s permission.
“Take off your clothes and then wash yourself clean in this basin.” He heard his father’s command. He gestured to him, sat cross-legged at the table, removed the dripping coat and the black kimono beneath, meticulously tucking the hem under his legs. Then, he looked at his stupefied self and asked, “Why haven’t you started yet?”
The provided Chinese text translates to English as:
Why haven’t you started yet? It was the same tone as the first time he had forced him to kill.
His fingers moved, reaching to his collar, and he pulled the zipper all the way down, letting the vest and everything drop to the floor. Stepping out of the pile of clothes on the ground, he stood naked before his father. The young, slender boy’s back shivered slightly in the low temperature. He lowered his head and poured the medicine solution over himself. Water droplets trickled down along the curve of his neck, making him look like a young, small egret drinking with its neck lowered, its feathers soaked, appearing both dishevelled and extremely delicate.
Shinichi narrowed his eyes and looked at his overly frail son as if assessing unsatisfactory merchandise. This inadequate little thing, cowardly, kind, and reserved, was simply intolerable in an upper-class samurai family——
But at least now he has some use. As bait to confuse the merfolk, he couldn’t be more suitable. Because currently, they have arrived at an unbelievable conclusion: male mermaids don’t mate with female mermaids but rather prefer pretty human boys, achieving cell infection and assimilation through sexual intercourses with them, thus achieving their reproductive purpose.
Human beings who have accepted mermaid cells will undergo a transformation in their physique. They will gain significantly greater strength, agility, enhanced vision and hearing, and perhaps even acquire other abilities. However, with only the sole record of a human who mated with a mermaid in their possession, there is no way to know more.
And that human, due to various external and internal reasons, had died, making it impossible for them to continue their observations of him.
Subsequently, they selected several boys and attempted to pair them with male mermaids, but perhaps the mermaids were very picky, or it could have been due to the body’s inability to adapt to the environment. None of the cases were successful.
However, he saw hope for success in his own son——when he tried sprinkling a volatile odour agent made from his son’s sweat into the mermaid’s water tank, those withered mermaids, who had already been languishing, became as excited as if they had taken a stimulant. The water tank was buzzing with excitement. Undoubtedly, his son had a very special allure for the mermaids, making him an excellent medium for obtaining the mermaids’ powers.
Among the group of mermaids attracted by the sonar, there were one or two exceptionally powerful guys. The sound waves they emitted created intense resonance with their recording devices, which was enough to prove their existence.
Perhaps his son would become the pride of the family, an unparalleled extraordinary individual, a warrior who would be unmatched in every way.
Yukimura looked at his father with confusion in the flickering firelight, and he noticed that his seriousness exuded a look that he had never seen before, as if he was wild with joy about something. He had no idea what crazy delusions were running through his father’s mind, nor did he realise that he was about to become a sacrificial victim on a chopping board.
He stood still, like a statue, not even bothering to wipe the water from his body, waiting for his father’s next command.
“Come and stand closer, my son.”
His father suddenly gripped his wrist, and this almost unfamiliar touch made him involuntarily tense all over, pulling him closer to the coffee table, where he knelt. When his father’s eyes, obscured by golden wire-rimmed glasses, met his gaze, his breath nearly stopped. He felt his father’s gloved hand on his back, like a surgeon performing a procedure, cold, probing, and even carrying a certain sense of cruelty.
Fear spread from his spine all the way to his heart.
“Tell me, Yukimura Chiba, are you willing to dedicate everything for the family’s mission?” His father’s voice carried an oppressive tone, as if it were not a question but an interrogation and command. And the answer had been predetermined long ago.
Without a doubt, he mechanically nodded and replied with a firm, clear voice, “Yes!”
Like a conditioned reflex. Since the day he could speak, he had repeated this word day after day, like those samurais of the shogunate era.
The NSFW r*pe scene starts here. So please thread cautiously and the note explaining what happened is in the next drop down for those who weren’t comfortable reading it in detail. Please read with caution!!!
Seemingly satisfied with his quick response, his father patted his back reassuringly. However, in the next moment, the hand on his back slid down along his spine. The speed of its movement even gave him a somewhat the illusion of intimacy, but he gazed at his father’s expressionless face and dared not have any unwarranted doubts. He just kept his eyes wide open, not blinking, with his pupils slightly dilated due to nervous tension.
“Tonight, you have a task to accomplish, and before that, I need to examine your body.” The hand slipped down near the tailbone and intruded into his buttocks.
His back stiffened in an instant, and the veins on his neck stood out, but his body remained motionless.
When the cold fingers penetrated deep into his body, the feeling of humiliation and the discomfort of foreign objects penetrated into every cell and every nerve. He tightened his lips and an almost inaudible groan escaped from his throat. Immediately, the back of his neck was grasped by his father’s other hand, and his body was unexpectedly pushed into the embrace in front of him.
His father’s voice, like a curse, lingered in his ears: “Don’t be afraid, my son. Your body, very soon, will possess strength beyond that of ordinary people. But it comes at a little cost——perhaps it will cause you pain, but it will be worth it. Just as the ancient Mo deities had to undergo the trials of mortal bodies before they possessed power. Let me prepare for you to endure this torture…”
The fingers penetrated deeply, grinding and opening up his narrow and tight inner walls, with the firmness and roughness of breaking a cauldron and sinking the boat, a cruel physical torture that came so without any reason or warning.
He dared not question anything and continued to quietly endure any pressure exerted by his father, even without blinking, his breathing losing its rhythm. Sweat trickled down his back without a sound, pooling into the area violated by the fingers, causing a stinging, burning pain. At times, he felt his own endurance was surprisingly strong, not as fragile as his father claimed, for how else could he have survived tenaciously in his father’s shadow, living without dignity and abandoning himself… just to stay alive?
He closed his eyes.
As two fingers penetrated deeply into the young man’s body, his teeth sank into his lip, and his fingers clenched into a fist, the knuckles pressing hard against the cold ground without a sound. It’s as if his father was trying to test the bottom line of his endurance. The fingers that entered his body began to pump in and out slowly, as if like having sex. He lightly took it out and then again entered deeply, accompanied by an unbearable, faint water sound, pricking his scalp like a needle.
The corporal punishment seemed to have turn into a non-erotic rape——the rapist being his own father.
This thought seemed to explode in his previously blank mind, finally pushing his nerves to their limit, ready to snap at any moment. His back shook violently, like an overburdened bowstring, and he saw that his hands supporting him on the ground had turned a pale shade of blue.
Under the suppression of his father’s hand, he couldn’t lift his head. The voice in his throat squeezed between his teeth, becoming fragmented and broken: “Why… Father?”
He didn’t get any answer, and the fingers’ intrusion continued, with the frequency becoming faster and faster, like a pestle pounding medicine, aiming to grind his body into pieces. However, under such torture, he had an uncontrollable physiological reaction, and the thing under his crotch became the most humiliating existence, screaming in pleasure in his pain. The turmoil in his heart was like boiling water. Even his eyeballs melted from the searing heat, and tears mingled with the sweat on his cheeks. His vision went dark.
After enduring the torment, which he didn’t know how long he was suffering, he was on the brink of collapse. The torture inside his body finally came to an abrupt end, and the strength upon him was withdrawn, causing him to collapse in exhaustion on the cold floor. The thick muddy fluid clung between his lower body and the icy floor, its faint fishy smell diffusing into the air, but it felt as if it didn’t belong to him.
Explanation but still contains explicit words so can even skip this as not really important than one’s mental wellbeing.
So Shinichi, that monster, finger f*ked him till he came. But in more detail and Yukimura acknowledged it as r*pe too.
The black shadow illuminated by the candlelight rose into his line of sight, and Yukimura saw his father looking down at him coldly, as if he were a worthless puppet.
The white kimono was thrown down, covering his naked and damp body. Like a drowning person clutching onto a lifesaving floating log, he instinctively grabbed the clothes and wrapped himself in them, wiping the sweat that covered his body, curling up his limbs into a bundle.
“Your body is very soft and suitable for mating with the merman. Clean yourself up, put on clothes, and wait on the deck for further instructions.”
The clear and icy voice pierced directly into his eardrums, like a whip lashed onto an open wound soaked in saltwater, lashing at his shame and self-esteem, causing fresh wounds to bleed.
He didn’t move at all, maintaining his huddled position on the ground, until the clang sound of the door slamming shut with the man’s departing footsteps came and then everything sank into a deathly silence. Only then did he finally stir.
——Mating with a merman?
Isn’t it ridiculous? Yukimura Chiba has finally found the value of his existence?
His lips quivered uncontrollably, and his damp eyelashes fluttered like fragile cicada wings. Every part of his body trembled, and the young man lifted his arms, hugging his own head, suppressing his breath, suffering silently.
Outside the window, the waves mournfully cried, pulling the night into their embrace.
——People living in the hell of suffering, they may struggle, they may scream, they may endure in silence, but the Buddha didn’t show mercy to these insignificant existences. Their sorrow and resentment congeal in the darkness, transforming into the seeds of bad karma, and thus, the Asura was born.
Yukimura Chiba lay on the cold floor, gazing at the ever-shifting shadows cast on the wall by the candlelight, and for some reason, this sentence lingered in his mind.
The night had completely fallen, and outside the window, there was a dark sky covering the silent sea, as if it were a grave waiting to bury him.
The entire ship suddenly became incredibly quiet, with only the sound of his own breathing. He absentmindedly listened to its rhythm, savouring all the pain that had grown inside him, letting them spread like saltwater on a wound, waiting for his emotions to calm down as usual.
Nothing was too much to bear.
He said to himself.
He got up from the ground, washed away the filth, dressed himself, and walked out like an thoughtless wooden man, without any hesitation.
Translator’s note:- Sorry for being gone for half a month or 3 weeks but well translating this chapter should be a self explanatory toll on a person right so that’s why it took so long. Hopefully i’ll be able to post the 3rd and the last part of the novel soon so fighting for me.
And now I know why both Levjet and Shinichi were kinda friends that’s cause both of them are freaking r*pist and incestuous like this uhhh. Please someone kill him.
Wow I can’t believe his own father did that🤢 anyway thanks for the chapter!
The only thing I can say is: oh shit
My God, the author really made the bad guys so fucking dirty and created even more trauma for our heros of the story
Ew. I wasn’t even this enraged when Levjet attempted to do this to Desha since he had mermaid instincts, but Shining? Omg im shaking with anger rn
Im shaking with rage, i wasnt even this angry when Levjet tried to do this to Desha cuz he had mermaid instincts.
I just realised i reposted this message cuz i thought the site glitched and didnt post my first one