Desharow Merman (COMPLETED)

Chapter 5 Near Violation

After waiting for his breathing to become smooth and relaxed, and he should have fallen into a state of paralysis, I freed my hand and found the disinfectant from the medicine box thrown aside just now, and cleaned and checked his wound.

    The wound on the mermaid's shoulder was greatly torn, and the exposed muscle was covered with a layer of translucent mucous membrane, which effectively prevented blood loss, but at the same time slowed down his healing speed. Also, there is a strange bump under the film. I carefully administered local anesthesia and cut open the mucous membrane. Sure enough, I got a broken shark tooth in his wound—

    although it was only in half, it was about the size of my thumbnail and had jagged edges.

    This thing belonged to an adult tiger shark. Just hours or a day earlier, the merman had had a violent confrontation with an adult tiger shark. Judging from the fact that he is still healthy and alive and the degree of broken teeth, the fate of this shark must be much more tragic than his.

    Maybe...

    In order to verify my conjecture, I couldn't help reaching down and touching the mermaid's stomach. It was really bulging there, and the food hadn't been digested yet. He may have been competing with a shark for food, or the shark may have been his prey.

    I couldn't help being amazed by the mermaid's attack power, imagining the scene of him fighting with sharks in the deep sea, it must be a very thrilling picture.

    The mermaid doesn't know what I'm thinking at the moment, but squints quietly, watching my every move like a bystander, slightly raising his eyebrows, looking down at the hand I put on his stomach, showing all sorts of interest look.

    It was as if I, who was doing all this in front of him, was just a funny innocent child who accidentally offended him.

    This thought caused me a strong discomfort, and I quickly withdrew my hands, wanting to sew him up. However, my wrist was held down by his other webbed claw.

    Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I immediately grabbed the tranquilizer gun and pressed it against his forehead as a warning. The mermaid raised her eyelids and glanced at the muzzle of my gun. She didn't seem to care. She didn't feel afraid, but she didn't show any intention of attacking. She was still lying lazily on the ground, like a seal basking in the sun. The strength of my wrist is also very light.

    My tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and the back of my hand was covered by the wet and cold webbed claws of the mermaid, and then my palm was pressed against his rock-like undulating belly and rubbed, and my tail swung slightly under me. , seems to feel very comfortable. His gaze was also focused on my face, and there seemed to be an undercurrent hidden under the still water in his eyes, expecting something, suggesting something, as if expressing some kind of complicated appeal.

    Since we want to understand this mysterious creature like a mermaid, why not try to live in peace with him from now on, maybe it will have a better effect than trying to tame him. Thinking of this, I boldly obeyed his gestures, spread my palms loosely on his abdomen, and gently stroked his muscle lines, just as gentle and friendly as treating a dolphin.

    As I guessed before, the mermaid's skin is as smooth and delicate as a piece of fine silk, which is much thicker and more flexible than human skin. When I touch it, it seems that a large tiger shark has swam past me. The excitement that vaguely stimulated me rose from the bottom of my heart.

    The mermaid seems to be the same as the dolphin, enjoying human touch very much. He raised his slender and powerful neck comfortably, and put his hands behind me around my waist, just like I treated him, with a rough and slippery touch. Palms caressing my back. The tail of a fish undulates under my body, and at the same time, it lifts my buttocks once and for all, shaking it slightly.