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Suddenly, the feeling intensified. I could feel his organ growing inside me.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. The sound was more obscene than I’d expected.
“Ah… Ah!”
Stimulated by my cry, his throbbing reached its peak.
After I let out an uncontrollable scream, his body stopped moving, but the organ below was expanding and shrinking.
Finally, we reached orgasm, and I gave myself over to Mr. Mermaid.
It took him a while to get out of me.
I propped myself up on my limp body while thinking the liquid he’d sent into me would spill out.
The strange thing was that the water was clear. No sticky liquid came out of my body.
I couldn’t help but reach my fingers into my lower body to touch it, but I didn’t feel any strange liquid.
What happened? Did he not ejaculate into my body?’
Or perhaps he didn’t?
Just when I was confused, I felt a burning pain in the center of my back.
“Ah!” I curled into a ball from the pain with tears streaming down my face.
Seeing me in such pain, the merman panicked. He hugged me tightly while thinking that this would soothe my pain.
But it was useless. My back was still burning and the pain was getting stronger.
I subconsciously put my hand behind my back to touch it, and the merman looked over.
I saw surprise on his face, as if he’d seen something incredible.
“What did you see? What happened to my back?”
My voice was trembling and I was very scared.
What the hell happened to my back? Would it rot?
The merman couldn’t speak, but seemed anxious.
I simply stood up and walked to the mirror to look behind myself.
“What’s that?” My eyes widened in surprise.
I saw a strange blue semicircle pattern in the center of my back.
It looked like a moon, but there were dense patterns inside, like a strange totem.
“How did this thing grow on my back?”
I reached out to touch it. As soon as I touched it, I felt excruciating pain.
“It hurts!”
Tears welled up in my eyes from the pain.
It was as if someone had carved it with a knife. The pain was intense and the surroundings were red, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
I leaned closer to the mirror and looked at it. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a mermaid’s tail in the pattern, along with some strange words.
Could it be that this pattern appeared because of the merman?
Why was this happening? Was this the same magic as the fishtail turning into legs?
I didn’t have an answer. I just had a vague feeling that this pattern would accompany me for the rest of my life.
“Mmm.”
“I’m fine.”
“Mmm.”
“I’m really fine.”
Wait, he didn’t say anything. Why did I feel like I could understand him?
The first “mm” was asking: Are you okay?
The second one asked, “Are you really alright?”
Which meant he could understand what I was saying too.
I was surprised. Could it be that the appearance of this totem could connect our minds?
To confirm this, I asked him, “Do you want to know the results of my interview today?”
“Hmm.” (What interview)
We could really communicate now!
“Work, work is…”
Next, I explained the concept of work to him and introduced him to the world around me.
He did not interrupt the entire time and listened attentively.
“But I’m only talking about my understanding. If you want to know more about it, you have to understand human language and read books.”
“Mmm.” (Please teach me human language)
“Okay, but I can’t stay home with you all the time. I have to work to make money.”
I shrugged helplessly.
“Mmm.” (When I learn, I’ll help you earn money.)
What a thoughtful man.
“By the way, what’s your name? How old are you? Where exactly did you come from? Did your family know you were ashore?”
I had to get to know him better while I could.
“Oh.” (I forgot.)
“Forgot? You mean you lost your memory?”
I didn’t expect to find an amnesiac mermaid.
In that case, I won’t force you.
I spent the next two days teaching him how to read and speak.
He learned faster than I thought, and in two days, he was able to say a lot of words.
“The table. Eyes. Hair. Women.”
At the end of his speech, he pointed a finger at me with mirth in his eyes.
“Right. I’m a woman. You’re a man,” I told him.
“Mermaid,” he said while pointing to himself. Then he flipped open the illustration page of the Andersons’ fairy tale, which featured little mermaids.
“Well, you’re a mermaid, but you’re a man when you grow legs,” I countered.
“Man. Mermaid.” He pointed to himself.
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“Right.” I gave him a thumbs-up.
It suddenly occurred to me that after spending so many days with him, I still hadn’t given him a name.
He didn’t remember the past anyway. Why don’t I come up with a new name for him?
“How about I give you a name?” I asked him.
“Oh..” (Okay)