low back pain.
The tail also hurts.
The mating/tailing lasted for several hours, and Lance watched helplessly as the "snowflakes" in the coral group gathered and drifted away, and the sea water became clear again. Wenser still had no intention of ending it.
From pandering to resisting, to using force, even crying, Lance couldn't stop Wenser.
And once he was distracted, he would be awakened by Wenser biting his throat and forcibly prying open the soft spot. Lance was outraged and bit back, but in the end Wenser responded enthusiastically.
When Winsor finally stopped, Lance felt that his tail was no longer his own.
Surrounding him are all tiny pearls.
The lower abdomen was stretched so badly that Lance couldn't help hiccupping.
Although he didn't eat anything, he just felt full.
Wenser saw that Lance's tail was wilting, and he realized that he had gone too far.
"Are you okay?"
Wenser couldn't help but leaned forward and asked.
Lance barely opened his swollen eyes from crying. Seeing the joy and contentment between Wenser's brows, he couldn't help but "beep", completely unmanly:
"You bastard."
How long has this been holding back
Lance continued to hiccup. Taking advantage of Wenser's approach, he bit Wenser's shoulder and replied vaguely:
"I want to go back to the island!"
His sacrifice today was great.
He shouldn't have gone to sea for a few pearls and the beautiful scenery here!
Wenser pressed Lance's abdomen, felt a slight drumming under his palm, and asked:
"Aren't you cleaning up?"
Lance blushed blushing, and shouted at Wenser:
"So hurry up and 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.
Wenser thought about this question silently. He kissed Lance on the forehead, hugged Lance's waist, and began to swim to the top of the island.
After Lance yelled, he regarded himself as a pendant and hung it on Wenser's body.
This time it really took too much energy, he let Wenser hold him while he was half asleep and half awake.
After swimming for a while, the two mermaids finally reached the surface of the sea.
Wenser did not take Lance back to the island immediately, but helped Lance clean up first.
I didn't mention the process of being slapped by Lance's tail during the period, in short, it can be regarded as a little fun.
It's just that Wenser doesn't quite understand:
"Didn't you enjoy it too?"
Lance blushed, with tears in his eyes:
"But you bullied me! I said no."
Winsor mused.
After a while, Wenser asked very seriously:
"But I read in the book that in the process, if the other party says 'no', it is actually 'yes'."
Lance's shocked face:
"Why do you read this kind of book? No, who showed you this kind of book?"
Wenser thought about it, and said without hesitation:
"When I was Wen Yu, Carl bought me a love guide."
After finishing speaking, Wenser was still very wronged:
"Human beings are weird."
It seems that Winsor finally understands that practice and theory are two different things.
Lance: "..."
What are you doing reading this kind of book? weird.
"I'll teach you later."
Lance patted Wenser on the shoulder and said seriously, "Don't read weird tutorial books."
"it is good."
Wenser nodded, "Then we have a successful date?"
"Damn, of course forget it."
Lance continued to blush. He didn't expect Wenser to be very upright in this regard.
"Let's go back."
Lance recovered a little bit of his strength. He was going to swim back by himself, but when he flicked his tail, his back hurt. He had no choice but to continue to be Wenser's pendant.
During the process of going back, Lance held Wenser's arm and said to him seriously:
"Don't tell the turtle."
Winsor chuckled softly:
"say what?"
Lance struggled for a while, then said:
"Don't say anything."
He was a little ashamed.
How do you feel that going back to see the little turtle with Wenser is especially like taking your boyfriend home to meet your parents after dating in adolescence
As a result, Lance forgot that the little turtle was a playboy turtle who once galloped 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 made a small salute out of nowhere. When the turtle saw that Lance came back, it pulled the salute, and with a "pop", it exploded/exploded colorful pieces of paper:
[congratulations-]
Lance: "..."
On the contrary, Winsor accepted the celebration with great joy:
"Thank you. The two of us are really together."
Lance: "..."
[Right-Lance-Si-Require-Gentle-Soft-Point-Restraint-Restraint-Point-]
The little turtle said earnestly to Wenser,
[Don't-want-play-get-too-wild-]
Hearing this, Lance blushed blood.
How could he have forgotten the teeth marks he had gnawed on Wenser's body
Lance glanced back and found that the tooth marks on Wenser's body had recovered in sevens and eighties, except for a particularly obvious tooth mark on his shoulder that hadn't disappeared.
This discerning person knows what happened at a glance.
Lance thought he hated merfolk without clothes.
"Aren't you tired? Sleep for a while when you're tired."
Seeing that Lance was so shy that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to bury himself, Wenser kindly helped him out.
"I didn't bite the skin."
Lance dragged his fish tail to the nest he made on the island while watching Winsor spread out the blanket.
From time to time, his gaze flicked to Wenser's shoulder—
Lance couldn't figure out why Wenser couldn't heal the wound on his shoulder with such a strong recovery ability of the mermaid's body.
Lance didn't bother to change his fishtail back. He lay directly on the blanket. After Wenser lay beside him, he reached out and touched Wenser's shoulder. Looking at the light-colored mark, he asked:
"Do you have a scar?"
Wenser coughed lightly, hooked Lance's white fishtail lightly with his own black fishtail, and said:
"Go to sleep."
The shadow of the palm tree above the head falls, the tip of the nose is the smell of the sea alone, the sea breeze is blowing, and it is slightly warm and faint.
Hearing the slight sound of waves hitting the beach, and with Winsor beside him, Lance looked at Winsor, relaxed his mind, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
He is indeed tired.
Winsor lay beside Lance, watching Lance.
In fact, they are creatures that don't need sleep.
For them, sleep is more like an escape from endless time.
Now, Lance was curled up on the blanket, turned on his back to him.
From Wenser's perspective, he could see Lance's slightly raised spine, as well as his beautiful and firm muscles, which were rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Lance feels to Wenser now, like a small cake lying in a glass cabinet, with a comfortable sweet aroma fermenting in the air, making Wenser feel sleepy when he looks at it.
Wenser couldn't help but leaned forward, and gently stroked some fine white scales on Lance's waist with his hands, and then 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 loved him was so beautiful.
Winsor held Lance in his arms like a precious pearl. He narrowed his eyes and closed them contentedly.
This is mine, he thought.
…
Under normal circumstances, Wenser's mental tentacles would not infiltrate wantonly.
After becoming Wen Yu, 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 intrude into the sea of consciousness of the creation with his cells at will, Wenser would not do that on purpose.
This method directly removes all obstacles, and the secrets cannot be hidden. It is really too boring.
But this time, Wenser was surprised to find that he had entered Lance's dream.
Lance was almost defenseless against his intrusion.
This is Lance's dream, more precisely, the sea of consciousness.
Since the sea of consciousness is the subconscious mind, the subconscious mind can best reflect a person's personality, so here is the reflection of Lance's personality—
A piece of green grass, the sun is just right in the sky, the sky is blue and white clouds, and the breeze is gentle.
Wenser stepped on the lawn, hesitating whether he should go to Lance.
Now if you go to Lance, it is equivalent to go to Lance's subconscious, and Lance will reflect the most real thoughts and most potential desires to him.
Whether to go or not is just a matter of Wenser's decision.
Wenser's choice now is like Lance accidentally throwing his private diary at Wenser's feet.
Whether to read it or not, it all depends on whether Wenser is willing to bend down and pick up the diary.
After struggling for a while, Wenser couldn't resist his curiosity after all. He walked deep into the grassland, trying to find Lance's subconscious.
People in love are a little worried about gain and loss, even non-human beings are the same.
It is because he is a non-human being that Wenser wants to know more and more how he sees himself in Lance's eyes.
However, after turning over a small hill on the grassland, Wenser stood on the small hill and looked down. He pursed his lips tightly with an inexplicable expression.
The surrounding hills formed a valley, and there was no grass in the center of the valley, but a piece of pure white.
At the very center of the trough, a white mermaid sleeps on its side.
There is no doubt that this is Lance.
Here is the core of the dream.
The reason for Winser's frown was not from Lance, but from a mass of black "sludge" on Lance's body.
This mass of "sludge" is foreign, no doubt about it.
It stuck to Lance's body, trying to pollute, and would condense into a weird human form from time to time.
Wenser looked at the "sludge", and after a while, his expression was a little confused.
He had an intuition that he was familiar with this group of "sludge".
With this doubt, Wenser did not choose to kill the "sludge" immediately, but slowly walked down the hill and came to Lance.
A few meters away from Lance, Wenser stopped and looked at the "sludge" in front of him.
"what… "
"Sludge" raised its head. It rolled over and formed a human figure. It "looked" at Winser and issued a single sound with unknown meaning.
"what are you?"
Wenser 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 Wenser's question, he "shuddered".
it is laughing.
The black muddy water on its body rolled, and the black mucus that spread to Lance's fish tail gradually retracted. Amidst the thick rolling sound, it finally squeezed a face for itself—
A face almost identical to Wenser's.
"My name is Will."
The group of "sludge" spoke, and his voice was basically a replica of Wenser. He said to Wenser with an expression that Wenser would never use,
"This is the first time we've met."
Looking at Will in front of him, Wenser said these words in a flamboyant and presumptuous tone, feeling a little subtlety in his heart.
He remained silent, and continued to look at Will in front of him with scrutiny.
"It looks like you know who I am."
Will kept smiling.
His lips were very red, and the curvature of his smile was so presumptuous, coupled with his almost perfect face, he looked even more ghostly.
"You are part of me."
Wenser opened his mouth lightly,
"But your thoughts are beyond my control."
After saying this, an invisible coercion immediately crushed Weier.
At that moment, Weier immediately noticed that the spiritual tentacles that had spread out from him had been burned a lot.
Is this the power of the body...
Weier's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately retracted his probing tentacles.
He knew very well that if he didn't do something, he might be crushed by Wenser.
"You like Lance."
Under tremendous pressure, Weier reluctantly opened his mouth and said,
"I'm the most emotional part of you, I know what's really going on inside of you... that's what I was born for."
The coercion all over the sky was suddenly suffocated, and Wenser lowered his eyes, temporarily avoiding the gaze with Will.
This slack allowed Will to breathe, and he chuckled a few times:
"It looks like you know it."
Gradually, the shadow under Wenser's feet began to distort, and the shadow gradually extended to Weier's side, and finally merged into Weier's body.
Weier's body solidified a lot, and he continued:
"You don't really need to care what other people think, you are the master of this world, don't you?"
He grew up from Wenser's negative emotions, and he is very clear about Wenser's darkest thoughts:
"I don't understand why you suppress your own nature for Lance's sake... You've actually wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?"
Imprison Lance, imprison him in the deep sea, and let him be the only one left in Lance's world.
Weier knew that at the beginning, Wenser really thought so.
He even thought about watching Lance until he died in that narrow coral bone, seeing this beautiful little white fish soup of Lance resting on the sea sand, rotting, and finally merging with the sea. One.
What's wrong with doing this
Anyway, Lance relied on Wenser's cells to transform into a white mermaid.
Since Wenser can give Lance life, he can also let him die.
Moreover, if you do this, there won't be so many troublesome things later.
The most wonderful thing is that only Wenser in the whole world knows that such a beautiful creature once came to this world.
In countless late nights, Wenser had thought about this problem, but he never implemented it.
This kind of dark thought has been suppressed by Wenser in his heart, and finally turned into a swamp without seeing the light of day.
The existence of Weier is to show this swamp mercilessly in front of Wenser and drag him down.
"Don't you want to?"
Seeing that Winsor was still resisting him, Will tilted his head at Winsor and said,
"But your heart didn't completely reject me... I know you, Wenser, and I know you better than anyone else."
Will stroked Lance's hair tenderly, as Winsor often did, and continued:
"If you don't like this approach, we can be gentle...we can manipulate Lance and turn him into our dear puppet."
A puppet that they can manipulate with a string.
Beautiful, docile, everything is under their control.
Hearing the word "doll", the fingers of Wenser's hand hanging by his side suddenly twitched.
"Lance is really nerve-wracking."
Will continued,
"He's always messing with the wrong things while we're asleep, isn't he?"
Winsor couldn't help but continue to think along what Will said—
Indeed, first various sea monsters, and then humans.
If once, he slept a little longer, would Lance fall in love with someone else
Humans are emotionally charged, which means they are driven by hormones to seek another suitable partner after a previous relationship ends.
This made Wenser unacceptable.
He thought, he is the creator of Lance, as his creator, how could Lance be tempted by other things
"Yes, that's enough."
Will smiled at Winsor, a sarcastic smile.
The darkness under his feet began to spread, extending to Wenser's side until it swallowed Wenser's feet.
There was a black "swamp" under Wenser's feet.
He was being swallowed up by his dark negative emotions bit by bit.
Even if it is a creature like Wenser who transcends this space, when facing his own dark side, he is still defeated.
His thinking began to stagnate, and all kinds of dark thoughts grew wildly like weeds in his heart, swallowing all those memories and emotions, and his heart, which was finally filled, turned into a void again.
so many years...
As long as he thought that the only creation he was satisfied with might leave him, Wenser couldn't help reaching out to cover his heart.
Losing that one-of-a-kind connection with Lance was more painful than facing death.
"Hiss hiss—"
The dark emotions extended out of the swamp under their feet, and they began to separate strands and tentacles, and began to spread to Wenser's body.
When Weier saw this scene, the corners of his lips kept curling up:
"I understand you, after all I am you. He will be our puppet."
A docile and pleasing doll.
Even if it's just the spirit, if Weier successfully fuses with Wenser here, then he can completely occupy Wenser's body in the form of master personality, and then implement his plan.
Weir believes that no one can resist the dark desires/desires in their hearts.
Especially Wenser, he has been awake for too long, why not indulge himself
Just when the dark emotions were about to swallow Wenser directly, Weier was suddenly drawn dizzy by a tail—
"You are a puppet."
Lance didn't know when he suddenly broke free from Will's shackles and woke up.
Seeing Will standing in front of him with an unknown suspicious black liquid on his body, Lance took advantage of Will's attention on Wenser's side, and slapped Will's face with all his strength. :
"I'm Lance! Not some puppet of yours."
The strength of the fish's tail was so strong that it directly knocked Will's head off.
Yes, it broke up, and Will's head turned into a pool of mud.
If this was the real world, Weir's head would have been pulled out 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 the dream.
On the grass next to it, several vines suddenly grew rapidly, quickly dragging Will to the side, and tied them into a ball.
Lance looked at the ball with his hips on his hips, and after a moment, he looked at Winsor.
After Weier was caught by Lance, Winsor woke up early.
He broke free from the dark swamp, and when Lance looked over, he was kneeling there, holding on to the hem of his clothes and panting.
I was instantly buried by all my dark emotions, that feeling was no less than drowning.
Winsor was almost bewitched.
When Winsor looked up, he saw Lance walking beside him.
What would Lance think
Winsor thought about it.
What would Lance think when he knew all about his dark side and his most shameful desire
Would you hate him, or even leave him
"Did you hear it all?"
Winsor's voice was very dry, and his inner negative emotions were surging. He even thought that if Lance wanted to leave him, he would kill Lance directly and destroy the entire planet.
So, this is where Weir is brilliant.
Regardless of whether Winsor will be swallowed by him here, if Lance rejects Winsor, Will will still win in the end.
"You want to make me a puppet."
Lance's ability to understand has always been excellent.
He said this with no expression on his face.
Wenser's pupils became dark, and he nodded without any excuse.
Destroy this world.
he thought wearily.
"Then do you know how expensive a bjd doll is?"
Lance said abruptly.
"… what?"
Wenser's anger was extinguished by this question.
bjd... what
"Humans play with dolls too."
Lance snapped his fingers and said,
"Humans also play the game of changing clothes for dolls. A set of clothes is said to be tens of thousands of expensive, plus messy props."
Lance made a rough estimate, and said with a vicissitudes of life:
"I was a limited-edition mermaid doll, and I ended up with nothing."
The only set, if it counts, is probably just that uninhabited island full of second-hand goods.
Winsor: "..."
He, he didn't understand.
But he understood that Lance disliked him for playing with dolls, and he didn't have any money.
After Lance muttered and settled the bill, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief after watching the gloom on Wenser's brow dissipate.
He held Wenser's face in his hands, kissed it with a "boo", and said:
"Don't worry, I won't leave you."
Finally, Wenser, who had always been calm, turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding Lance's sight.
After a while, Wenser let out a "huh".
"Oh, I finally remembered."
Unaware that he just saved the world, Lance complained to Winsor,
"It's him, he came to my dream before!"
Lance waved his hand and asked the vines to get the ball wrapped around Will, but it flew straight into the air.
Um
The two looked over, but saw nothing.
At this time, Lance and Winsor knew that Weier ran away while the two were talking.
Winsor: "..."
Lance: "..."
Oh my god, it was the same last time, did Weier's skill points focus on running away
However, after Will left, Lance's dream returned to normal.
The green grass next to it stretched over, and the fragrance of the green grass spread, and small yellow flowers bloomed towards Wenser and Lance.
"This is my dreamland."
Lance looked at everything around him with great interest. It was the first time he was awake in a dream, and he saw the materialization of his dream.
Wenser touched his nose, and he sat on the lawn, feeling the warmth and warmth here:
"Yes, this is yours."
Lance has always been an optimist.
He simply put Weier's matter behind him and started rolling on the grassland of his dreams.
The white fish tail was not put away by Lance. When he rolled over, the fish tail also rolled around, which looked a little funny.
Winsor sat there, watching Lance's childish actions, infected by Lance's joyful atmosphere, he couldn't help smiling 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 Winsor maliciously.
Winsor:? ?
"boom"
A puff of white smoke dissipated, and Wenser, who was sitting there, disappeared. Instead, a black sheep appeared out of nowhere.
This sheep is really black, with black fur, black eyes, and black horns.
Although it is strange to say this, it can still be seen from the sheep's face that the sheep is shocked.
The size of the sheep is super large. Of course, it may also be that the wool on its body is super fluffy, which makes the small sheep visually super big.
"Why is it black?"
Lance looked at the sheep in front of him and smacked his lips, feeling a little pity.
Then he cheered, walked to the black sheep, and buried himself in the wool with a "poof".
Black Sheep: "…"
Seeing that most of Lance's body was buried by the black fur, only a white tail fin was exposed, and Wenser's head was covered with black lines, he was afraid that Lance would be choked by the fur, so he wanted to ask Lance how he was, so he opened his mouth:
"Meh~~~"
Winsor: "..."
He hates sheep.
Or octopus is better.
The author has something to say: Ask about the mermaid structure... Well, I dare not change the last chapter for fear of being locked.
It is set that there is a slit at the lower part of the front abdomen of the mermaid (usually covered by the scales), then when the scales open, the XX inside is exposed, and a little bit below is the genital/reproductive/cavity.
The genital//cavity inside the male mermaid is atrophied, but it's felt.
Will not have children.