Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Chapter 89

Backache.

The tail hurts too.

The mating/tailing lasted for several hours. Lance watched the “snowflakes” in the sky from gathering to dispersing in the coral group. The water became clear again, and Winser still had no intention of ending.

From catering to resisting, to using force, and even crying, Lance couldn’t stop Wincer.

Once he was distracted, he would be awakened by Wenser biting his throat and forcibly prying open the softness. Lance was furious and bit back, but in the end Wenser responded enthusiastically.

When Wincer finally stopped, Lance felt that his tail was no longer his own.

Surrounding him are small pearls in small pieces.

The lower abdomen was so hard that Lance couldn’t help but hiccup.

Although he didn’t eat anything, but he just felt supported.

Winsor saw that Lance’s tail was wilting, and he knew that he was going too far.

“Are you okay?”

Wencer couldn’t help but leaned forward and asked.

Lance reluctantly opened his crying swollen eyes, and seeing Wencer’s eyebrows full of joy and comfort, he couldn’t help but “huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“You bastard.”

How long has it been holding back?

Lance continued to hiccup. He took advantage of Wencer’s approach and bit on Wencer’s shoulder, and answered vaguely:

“I want to go back to the island!”

His sacrifice today is great.

He shouldn’t go to the sea for a few pearls and the beauty here!

Wencer pressed Lance’s abdomen, felt a slight drum under his palm, and asked:

“Don’t clean it up?”

Lance blushed with a “swish”, and he roared at Wencer:

“So quickly send me back to the island!”

He didn’t want to get those things out in the ocean.

The mermaid’s body is really good.

Wensel thought about this question silently. He kissed Lance on the forehead, held Lance’s waist, and began to swim to the island.

After Lance roared, he regarded himself as a pendant and hung it on Wencer.

This time it really consumed too much energy. He was half-dreaming and half-awake, letting Winser hold him.

After swimming for a while, the two mermaids finally reached the surface of the sea.

Winser did not take Lance back to the island immediately, but helped Lance clean up first.

During the period, the process of being fanned by Lance’s tail is not mentioned. In short, it can be regarded as a small taste.

It’s just that Wencer doesn’t quite understand:

“Didn’t you enjoy it too?”

Lance blushed, tears rolling in his eyes:

“But you bullied me! I said no more.”

Wencer was thoughtful.

After a while, Winser asked very seriously:

“But I read the book and said that in the process, if the other party says ‘no’, it’s actually ‘must’.”

Lance’s shocked face:

“Why would you read this kind of book? No, who showed you this kind of book?”

Wencer thought for a while, and said without hesitation:

“When I was Wen Yu, Karl bought me a love guide.”

After that, Winser was still very wronged:

“Humans are so strange.”

It seemed that Winser finally knew that practice and theory are two different things.

Lance: “…”

What are you doing reading this kind of book? weird.

“I will teach you later.”

Lance patted Wencer on the shoulder and said seriously, “Don’t read weird counseling books.”

“it is good.”

Wencer nodded, “Then are we a successful date?”

“Dang, of course forget it.”

Lance continued to blush, he did not expect Wencer to be very straightforward in this regard.

“Let’s go back.”

Lance recovered a little bit of strength. He was going to swim back by himself, but his back hurt when he waved his tail. There was no way, so he had to continue to be Wencer’s pendant.

During the return journey, Lance held Wencer’s arm and said to him earnestly:

“Don’t tell the turtles.”

Winsor gave a low laugh:

“Say what?”

Lance struggled for a while and said:

“Don’t say anything.”

He was a little bit ashamed.

How do you feel that going back to see the little turtle with Winsor is especially like taking your boyfriend home to see your parents after a puberty date?

As a result, Lance forgot that the little turtle was a **** turtle who used to gallop in love.

As soon as Lance and Winsor arrived on the island, they saw little turtles and little seagulls standing on the rocks.

The little seagull did not know where to get out a small salute. Seeing Lance came back, the sea turtle pulled the salute and exploded/opened colorful pieces of paper with a “pop”:

【congratulations-】

Lance: “…”

On the contrary, Winser accepted this celebration very happily:

“Thank you. The two of us are really together.”

Lance: “…”

[Yes-Lan-Si-To-Gentle-Gentle-Point-Restraint-System-Point -]

The little turtle said earnestly to Winsor,

[No—I want—play—get—too—wild—]

At this, Lance blushed with blood.

How could he forget the tooth mark he gnawed on Winser?

Lance looked back and found that the tooth mark on Wencer’s body had long been restored, that is, a particularly obvious tooth mark on his shoulder had not disappeared.

This discerning person knew what was going on at a glance.

Lance thought, he hated mermaids without clothes.

“Aren’t you tired? Go to sleep when you are tired.”

Seeing that Lance was so shy there that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to bury himself, Wencer helped him out with empathy.

“I didn’t bite my skin.”

Lance dragged his fishtail to the small nest he made on the island while watching Wencer spread out the blanket.

From time to time, his gaze swayed on Winsor’s shoulder—

Lance couldn’t figure out how, because the mermaid’s body had such a strong recovery ability, why Wencer couldn’t heal the wound on his shoulder.

Lance was too lazy to change his fishtail back. He lay directly on the blanket. After Wensel lay beside him, he reached out and touched Wensel’s shoulder, looked at the light-colored print, and asked:

“Do you have scars?”

Wencer gave a light cough, and lightly hooked Lance’s white fish tail with his black fish tail, and then said:

“Sleep.”

The shadow of the palm trees above the head fell, and the tip of the nose was unique to the smell of the sea, and the sea breeze was gusting, and it was slightly warm.

There was the slight sound of waves hitting the beach, and with Wencer beside him, Lance looked at Wencer, relaxed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He is really tired.

Wencer lay beside Lance, watching Lance.

In fact, these creatures do not need sleep.

For them, sleep is more like an escape from endless time.

Now Lance curled up on the blanket and turned his back to him.

From Winsor’s perspective, he could see Lance’s slightly raised spine, as well as beautiful and strong muscles, which were undulating slightly with his breathing.

Lance now gave Wencer the feeling that it was like a small cake lying in a glass cabinet kitchen, the air was fermented with a comfortable sweet fragrance, making Wencer look at it, and he couldn’t help but feel sleepy.

Wencer couldn’t help but leaned forward and gently rubbed some of the fine white scales on Lance’s waist. Then he couldn’t help brushing away Lance’s white hair, exposing a small piece of skin on the back of his neck, gently Kissing.

The fact that someone loves him is so beautiful.

Wencer held Lance in his arms as if holding a precious pearl. He squinted his eyes and closed his eyes contentedly.

He thought, this is mine.

…

Under normal circumstances, Wencer’s mental tentacles will not infiltrate wantonly.

After becoming a metaphor, whether Wenser or Wen Yu, under Lance’s teaching, he inevitably learned something.

He knew that if he wanted to be with Lance, he had to learn to treat Lance equally.

Therefore, even if he could invade the sea of ​​consciousness of the creation with his cells at will, Winser would not do it intentionally.

This approach directly removes all the obstacles, and there is no secret to it. It is really too boring.

But this time, Wencer was surprised to find that he had entered Lance’s dream.

Lance was almost unprepared for his invasion.

This is Lance’s dream, more precisely, the sea of ​​consciousness.

Since the sea of ​​consciousness is the subconscious, the subconscious can best reflect a person’s character, so here is Lance’s character reflection—

A piece of green grass, the sun in the sky, blue sky and white clouds, gentle breeze.

Wencer stepped on the lawn, hesitating whether he needed to go to Lance.

Now if you go to Lance, it is equivalent to find Lance’s subconscious, and Lance will reflect to him the most true thoughts and most potential desires.

Whether to go or not, it’s just that Wencer is a difference in thought.

Now Winser’s choice is like Lance accidentally throwing his private diary at Winser’s feet.

Whether to look or not, it all depends on whether Wencer is willing to bend down and pick up the diary.

After struggling for a while, Winser couldn’t resist curiosity after all. He went to the depths of the grassland, trying to find Lance’s subconscious.

People in love are a little bit sorrowful, even non-human.

It was because he was non-human, Wenser wanted to know more and more how he viewed himself in Lance’s eyes.

However, after turning over a small hill on the grassland, Wencer stood on the small hill and looked down. He tightened his lips and looked inexplicable.

The surrounding hills formed a valley, and there was no grass in the center of the valley, but pure white.

At the center of the trough, a white mermaid was sleeping on the side.

There is no doubt that this is Lance.

Here is the core of the dream.

And the reason why Wencer frowned was not from Lance, but from the black “sludge” on Lance’s body.

This lump of “sludge” is a foreign object, no doubt.

It stuck to Lance, trying to pollute, and from time to time it would condense into a weird human form.

Wencer looked at the “sludge”, and after a while, his expression was a little confused.

He intuitively felt that he was familiar with this “sludge”.

With this doubt, Winser did not choose to kill the “sludge” immediately, but slowly walked down the hill and came to Lance.

A few meters away from Reims, Wencer stopped and looked at the “sludge” in front of him.

“what…”

“Sludge” raised its head, it rolled, condensed into a human form, “Look” at Wencer, and made an unexplained single tone.

“what are you?”

Wencer asked, temporarily resisting the urge to directly destroy the “sludge” in front of him.

He intuitively felt that the “sludge” in front of him did not hurt Lance.

Hearing Wencer’s question, he “trembling”.

It is laughing.

The black muddy water on the body rolled, and the black mucus that spread to the tail of Lance’s fish gradually recovered. Amidst the thick rolling sound, it finally pinched its face—

A face almost exactly the same as Winsor.

“My name is Will.”

The group of “sludge” spoke, and his voice was basically Wencer’s re-enactment. He said to Wencer with an expression that Wencer would never use.

“This is the first time we have met.”

Wencer looked at Weier in front of him, said these words in an open and presumptuous tone, and felt a subtle touch in his heart.

He was silent, and continued to look at Weier in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

“It looks like you know who I am.”

Will kept smiling.

His lips are very red, and the arc of his smile is curved to arrogant. With his almost perfect face, it makes him even more ghostly.

“You are a part of me.”

Wencer spoke lightly,

“But your thoughts are not under my control.”

After saying these words, an invisible coercion suddenly crushed Weier.

At that moment, Vail immediately noticed that the spiritual tentacles spreading out of him had been burned a lot.

Is this the power of the body…

Wil’s pupils shrank abruptly, and immediately put away the mental tentacles of his temptation.

He knew very well that if he didn’t do anything, he was afraid that he would be crushed directly by Wencer.

“You like Lance.”

Under tremendous pressure, Will reluctantly spoke,

“I am the most emotional part of you. I know what you really think in your heart… This is the meaning of my birth.”

The coercion of the sky suddenly suffocated, Wencer lowered his eyes, temporarily avoiding the confrontation with Weier.

This slack allowed Vale to breathe, and he chuckled a few times in a low voice:

“It looks like you know.”

Gradually, the shadow under Wencer’s feet began to distort, and the shadow gradually extended to Weier, and finally merged into Weier’s body.

Vail’s body became much firmer, and he went on to say:

“You don’t actually need to care what others think, you are the master of this world, do you?”

He grew up with Wencer’s negative emotions, and he knew very well the darkest thoughts in Wencer’s heart:

“I don’t understand why you suppressed your own nature for Lance… You actually wanted to do this a long time ago, didn’t you?”

Imprison Lance, imprisoned in the deep ocean, leaving Lance’s world alone.

Weir knew that at the very beginning, Wenser really thought so.

He even thought about that, in that small coral bone, he watched Lance until death, and kept seeing Lance, this beautiful little white fish soup on the sea sand, never moved, rotted, and finally melted with the sea One.

What’s wrong with this?

Anyway, Lance also relied on Wencer’s cells to transform into a white mermaid.

Since Winser can give Lance life, he can naturally die.

Moreover, if you do this, there won’t be so many troublesome things in the future.

The most wonderful thing is that only Winser in the world knows that such a beautiful creature once came to this world.

In countless late nights, Wencer had thought about this problem, but he never implemented it.

This gloomy thought has been suppressed by Wencer, and finally turned into a swamp, without seeing the sun.

And Vail’s existence was to finally show this swamp mercilessly in front of Wencer, and drag Wencer down.

“Not willing?”

Seeing that Wencer was still resisting him, Vail tilted his head at Wencer and said,

“But your heart didn’t completely reject me… I know you, Winsor, I know you better than anyone else.”

Weir touched Lance’s hair tenderly, as Wencer often did. He continued:

“If you don’t like this approach, we can be gentle… We can manipulate Lance and turn him into our dear doll.”

A doll that can be manipulated by them.

Beautiful, docile, everything is under their control.

Hearing the word “doll”, the fingers of Wincer’s hand hanging beside him suddenly twitched.

“Lance is really nerve-wracking.”

Will continued,

“He always provokes things we shouldn’t provoke when we are asleep, doesn’t he?”

Wincer couldn’t help but follow Weier’s words and continue to think–

Indeed, there are all kinds of sea monsters, and then humans.

If once, he slept longer, would Lance fall in love with the other person?

Human beings are full of emotions, which also means that they are urged by hormones to find another suitable partner after ending their previous relationship.

This makes Wencer unacceptable.

He thought, he was the creator of Lance. As his creator, how could Lance be tempted by other things?

“Yes, this is enough.”

Weir smiled at Wencer, a sarcasm.

The darkness under his feet began to spread, extending to Wencer’s side, until he swallowed Wencer’s feet.

There was a black “swamp” under Wencer’s feet.

He is being swallowed by his own dark negative emotions little by little.

Even if it is a creature like Wencer that transcends this space, when facing his dark side, he is still defeated.

His thoughts began to stagnate, and all kinds of dark thoughts grew like weeds in his heart, swallowing all those memories and emotions, and finally, his full heart became a void again.

It’s been so many years…

As long as he thought that the only thing he was satisfied with might leave him, Wencer couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to cover his heart.

Losing the unique connection with Lance is more uncomfortable than facing death directly.

“His hiss—”

The dark emotions stretched out of the swamp below their feet, and they began to separate strands and tentacles, and began to spread to Wencer.

When Will saw this scene, the corners of his lips kept curling up:

“I know you, after all, I am you. He will be the doll of the two of us.”

A docile and pleasing doll.

Even if it’s just the spirit, if Vil successfully integrates with Wencer here, he can completely occupy Wencer’s body in the manner of a master, and then implement his own plan.

Weir believes that no one can resist the dark desire/hope in his heart.

Especially Winser, he has been awake for too long, why not indulge yourself?

Just when the dark emotions were about to swallow Wencer directly, Wil was suddenly drawn by a tail and turned dizzy—

“You are a puppet.”

Lance didn’t know when he suddenly broke free of Will’s restraint and woke up.

Seeing Will standing in front of him with an unidentified suspicious black liquid on his body, Lance took advantage of Will’s attention on Wencer’s side, and pulled his tail directly towards Will’s face, using ten percent strength. :

“I’m Lance! It’s not your doll.”

The strength of the fish tail was very strong, and a tail directly shattered Weier’s head.

Yes, it broke up, and Wil’s head became a puddle of mud.

If this were the real world, Vale’s head would be drawn directly as a ball.

There was a temporary gap in Will’s thinking, and this gap allowed Lance to regain control of the entire dream.

He is the master of dreams.

On the grass next to him, a few vines suddenly grew quickly, dragging Weier aside quickly, and tied it into a ball.

Lance looked at the ball with arms akimbo, and after a moment, he looked at Wencer.

After Ville was caught by Lance, Winsor was already awake.

He broke free from the dark swamp, and when Lance looked over, he was kneeling there, clutching his clothes for breath.

Suddenly buried by all his dark emotions, that feeling is no less than drowning.

Wencer was almost bewitched.

When Wincer raised his head, he saw Lance approaching him.

What would Lance think?

Wencer thought about this question.

What would Lance think when he knew all his gloom and his most shameful sex?

Will you be disgusted and even leave him?

“Have you heard it all?”

Wencer’s voice was very dry, and the negative emotions in his heart were surging. He even thought that if Lance wanted to leave him, he would kill Lance directly, and then destroy the entire planet.

So, this is the genius of Vale.

Regardless of whether Wenser will be swallowed by him here, if Lance refuses Wencer, Vail will win in the end.

“You want to make me a doll.”

Lance’s ability to understand has always been outstanding.

He said these words expressionlessly.

Wencer’s pupils became deep, and he nodded without excuse.

This world, destroy it.

He thought wearily.

“Then do you know how expensive a bjd doll is?”

Lance said abruptly.

“…what?”

Wencer was full of anger, and was turned off by this question.

bjd…what?

“Humans also play with dolls.”

Lance broke his fingers and said,

“Humans will also play a game of changing clothes for dolls. A set of clothes is said to be tens of thousands of expensive, plus a mess of props.”

Lance made a rough estimate, and said with a vicissitudes of face:

“I was a limited-edition mermaid doll anyway, and it turned out to be nothing.”

The only setting, if really counted, would be the uninhabited island full of second-hand goods.

Winsor: “…”

He, he did not understand.

But he understood that Lance disliked him for playing with dolls and had no money yet.

After Lance murmured and worked out an account, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief after watching the gloom between Wencer’s eyebrows dissipate.

He took Winsor’s face, kissed “Boo”, and said:

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.”

Finally, Winser, who had always been calm, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding Lance’s gaze.

After a while, Winser gave a “um” cry.

“Oh, I finally remembered.”

Lance didn’t even know that he had just saved the world. He complained to Winsor.

“It’s him, he came into my dream before!”

Lance waved his hand and asked the vines to get the ball wrapped in Vale, but he went straight into the air.

Ok?

The two looked over and saw nothing.

At this time, Lance and Winsor knew that Vail ran away while they were talking.

Winsor: “…”

Lance: “…”

Oh my God, it was the same last time, are all of Vail’s skill points on escape?

However, after Ville left, Lance’s dreams returned to normal.

The green grass next to it stretched over, the green grass scent spreading, and small yellow flowers bloomed towards Winsor and Lance.

“This is my dream, right.”

Lance looked at everything around him with interest. It was the first time he was awake in a dream, and he saw the realization of his dream.

Wencer touched his nose. He sat on the lawn, feeling the warmth here:

“Yes, this is yours.”

Lance has always been an optimist.

He left the matter of Vail directly behind his head, and began to roll on the grassland of his dream.

The white fish tail was not put away by Lance, and when he rolled, the fish tail also rolled around, looking a bit funny.

Wencer sat there, watching Lance’s childish movements, and being infected by Lance’s joyful atmosphere, he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“By the way, this is my dream. I can do whatever I want.”

After rolling for a while, Lance sat up suddenly, and he looked at Wencer maliciously.

Winsor:? ? ?

“boom”

A puff of white smoke dissipated, and Winser, who was sitting on the spot, disappeared. Instead, a black sheep appeared out of thin air on the spot.

This sheep is really black, with black fur, black eyes and black horns.

Although it is strange to say that, it can be seen from the sheep’s face that the sheep has a shocked face.

The size of the sheep is super large, of course, it may also be that the hair on its body is super fluffy, making the small sheep visually super large.

“How is it black?”

Lance slapped his lips at the sheep in front of him, which was a pity.

Then he cheered, walked to the black sheep, “poof”, and buried himself in Maomao.

Black sheep: “…”

Seeing that Lance was buried in black fur for most of his body, and only a white tail fin was left exposed, Wencer was full of black lines. He was afraid that Lance was choking on the fur. He wanted to ask Lance how he was.

“Hey ”

Winsor: “…”

He hates sheep.

Octopus is better.

The author has something to say: Ask about the structure of the mermaid…Well, I didn’t dare to change it in the last chapter, because I was afraid of locks.

Set the upper mermaid to have a seam on the lower part of the abdomen (usually covered by scales). When that happens, the scales open, exposing the XX inside, and a little bit below is the birth/reproduction/cavity.

The reproductive cavity in the male mermaid is atrophied, but there is a feeling.

Will not have children.