Ahhhhh—
In the Deep Water Prison, Miss rmaid let out a piercing wail and suddenly dove into the water bubble at lightning speed.
Plop.
The splashing water burst out of the cage, transforming into a water column that directly sprayed into Herbert’s face.
?
The water flowed so quickly that the rookie Herbert didn’t have ti to dodge, ending up drenched.
"Ah, I— Pfft!"
This water was unexpectedly warm and a bit salty, but without the typical fishy sll of seawater.
"Cough cough!"
Ptui ptui ptui!
Herbert spat out all the water that accidentally got into his mouth, wiped his face, and sighed helplessly.
What is this all about?
I just complinted you, a small favor, but do you have to give so much water in return?
"I was saying... huh?"
Just as Herbert began to speak, he suddenly thought of sothing.
Eh?
In a way, can this water be considered as the rmaid’s bathwater?
Fish soup?
Ugh—
Thinking of this made Herbert gag a bit; he didn’t have that kind of extre fetish to consider this a benefit.
Glug glug!
Unlike the sowhat nauseated Herbert, Fremay hiding in the water bubble was about to break down.
She looked despairingly at the uninvited guest through the water bubble: "When did you get in!? No, how did you get in!?"
"You didn’t lock the door, why couldn’t I be here?"
Herbert wiped his face, smoothed his mouth, and responded matter-of-factly: "Besides, I’m the Prison Warden; this is the prison, why wouldn’t I be here?"
"But you shouldn’t be here at this ti!"
Fremay was feeling really bad... extrely bad!
She sang at night as usual, thinking no one would hear, but this guy showed up here in the middle of the night.
It wasn’t just the sha of being heard singing; a more inexplicable guilt filled her heart.
Oh no.
He heard, he heard it!
It’s over.
He’s going to die soon.
He... huh?
"Huh?"
Fremay suddenly froze, bewilderedly looking at the boy who still had a normal expression.
Stare—
It didn’t seem like there was any change?
Sothing’s off, look again.
Miss rmaid blinked hard, slowly poking half her head out of the bubble, squinting as she stared.
Stare—
Nope.
Why does he seem unchanged?
No signs of decay on the body, no madness in his thoughts... huh?
Really nothing?
Unable to understand the situation, Fremay furrowed her brows tightly, disregarded her disguise, erged from the water, leaned forward to get closer to him.
Let take a good look!
Stare—
Herbert: ?
What are you doing?
What’s there to see on ?
Noticing the rmaid’s strange gaze, Herbert was first stunned, then looked down at his chest realizing sothing.
!!!
The white silk nightgown Herbert was wearing had beco a bit transparent after getting wet, clinging to his skin, outlining his well-defined muscles, and two—
???
Whoa!
Girl fetish.
This is blatant girl fetish!
Folks, who understands this!
Shaky fist, I’ve encountered a ssy Sea Siren!
I’m going to put you on the Fantasy World fansite!
Female rascal!
"Wait! What are you looking at!?"
This ti, Herbert really couldn’t hold it in; he instinctively raised his hands to cover himself, quickly turned his body to the side, looking back defensively.
Buddy, I was just joking with you before, but now you really crave my body?
Jane, are you serious!?
Fremay: ?
He finally reacted?
Seeing Herbert’s intense reaction, her first thought was that her singing finally took effect on him.
But soon, Fremay realized sothing was off from Herbert’s actions and skeptical gaze.
He’s acting like... ah!?
"Wait! You misunderstood, I didn’t an it that way!"
Realizing the potential misunderstandings of her actions, the Sea Siren shook her head repeatedly, trying to prove her innocence.
"I wasn’t peeping at your body! I really wasn’t!"
Never in her life had she felt so embarrassed.
What am I even explaining...
But Herbert didn’t believe her, snorted: "You weren’t peeping, you were blatantly ogling! Your eyes were about to pop out."
"I’m not, I didn’t, don’t make stuff up!"
Fremay waved her hands, and the guilty ’peeper’ defenseless against the victim’s strong defense was retreating with aggrieved tears about to fall.
What kind of situation is this?
And just as Fremay surrendered, Herbert suddenly changed his attitude, throwing a heavy punch.
"Didn’t look? Why not look! Are you resisting because you think my body isn’t attractive? Do you look down on ?"
Since you’re using girl fetish, don’t bla for countering with a male punch!
Friend, this punch has twenty years of skill; can you handle it?
Never having encountered such a situation, Fremay was caught off guard by this transdinsional punch.
Fremay: ?
Look down on... what the heck?
I didn’t look down on you!
I, I, what am I even explaining this for?
"No way!"
Splash.
Realizing the problem, Fremay finally fully awakened, suddenly erged from the water, forcibly interrupting his persistent rhetoric:
"Stop stop stop!"
"Don’t say so much nonsense first! Tell , why are you okay!?"
"Hmm? What do you an by okay?"
Feeling refreshed after the fake fight, Herbert blinked, tilted his head not understanding: "Should there be sothing wrong with ?"
It’s okay if you look.
I was just joking with you, not really afraid of you looking.
"Do you still want to look?"
Herbert asked while pretending to generously start undressing.
"Hey hey hey! Don’t take it off!"
Fremay closed her eyes, turned her head, and shouted: "Didn’t you hear singing just now?"
"I heard, didn’t I tell you from the start? So what on earth are you talking about?"
Herbert scratched his head confused, not knowing what had gotten her so agitated all this ti, he rembered the question he wanted to ask earlier, and smoothly asked:
"By the way, why didn’t you finish singing the last line of that song just now? Is there sothing special about it?"
"You knew the song, you really heard it..."
Fremay felt a little lost after getting this answer, slowly slipped back into the water bubble.
Glug glug.
He’s really okay.
Soone can really be unaffected by my [singing]...
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