Lan Bo was fascinated by the unusual features of a lion’s body and slipped his hand inside Bai Chunian’s pants.
“You’re so sensitive. Have you never made love with anyone besides me?”
“No,” Bai Chunian turned his head aside.
Lan Bo stroked him gently. “So obedient.”
The heated flesh in his hand throbbed with blood. But after reaching maturity, Lan Bo’s body could tolerate heat slightly better.
“So hot… so big.”
His fingertips brushed over the small spines, making the alpha shudder uncontrollably.
“When you were little, it was smooth here. With the spines… I suppose I can’t allow you inside my body for now.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“No.” Bai Chunian bit his lower lip, trying to pull the hand gripping him out of his pants.
“I’ll teach you.” Lan Bo kissed his earlobe as his hand began to move gently. “Don’t be shy. This is something I should do.”
Teaching his little queen how to please himself when Lan Bo wasn’t there was important. After all, he couldn’t always stay by his side.
The cool, soft palm slowly moved along the length it held. Lan Bo’s grip was strong, and the small backward-facing spines along Bai Chunian’s shaft scraped lightly against both Lan Bo’s palm and the alpha himself as it moved.
“It hurts a little,” Ranbo muttered to himself. “Luckily, I’m not in a rush to lay eggs. I need to teach you some lovemaking techniques first. You used to be all over the place when you were little, but thankfully back then, your strength and genitals were still small enough for me to control.”
Bai Chunian gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan, grabbing Ranbo’s hand. “Do you usually seduce people like this?”
Lan Bo looked into the little lion’s bright, pitiful black eyes and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “What are you talking about? This is a privilege reserved for the Queen. But many alphas are waiting to make love with me. Just like with me, they’ll gain beauty and health—they’d do anything for it. They search the ocean depths for the most precious sunken ship gems, hoping to trade them for a chance to make love with me.”
Lan Bo’s fishtail also wrapped itself around Bai Chunian’s penis.
From the outside, one could still see the pale red, erect penis beneath the semi-transparent fishtail.
The Alpha was still young and inexperienced; his penis retained a fresh, tender pink hue. Aside from its astonishing size—which somewhat exceeded Lan Bo’s expectations—
Bai Chunian struggled to hold back, lifting his neck with difficulty to gasp for breath.
“You don’t have to hold back your moans.” Lan Bo pressed a kiss to his forehead, coaxing and soothing him. “Do you like it? Say it out loud for me to hear.”
Bai Chunian turned his head away. He felt a sense of humiliation at being dominated by an omega, but he had always been self-conscious about his oversized, barbed member. He couldn’t imagine how this massive thing would tear apart the merman’s tender orifice, leaving his intestines a bloody mess. Lan Bo would suffer terribly and sustain severe lacerations.
The deeply ingrained notion that sex equaled reproduction had been imprinted in Bai Chunian’s mind since the breeding facility. It was an act that felt both unfree and humiliating; even though he derived pleasure and ecstasy from it, he still believed that being obsessed with reproduction was not a good thing.
“I’ll make you speak.” Rambo cupped his face and kissed him. “It’s not your fault that you enjoy sex, Randi.”
The extremely long fish tail bound Apha’s twin tails firmly behind his back to prevent him from moving. The slender tip of the tail deftly brushed against the sensitive corona of his penis and slipped inside through the mucus-oozing urethral opening.
A wave of terrifying pleasure, mixed with the pain of his fragile urethral opening being stretched, exploded through Bai Chunian’s body.
“Ah!” Bai Chunian’s entire body trembled, veins bulging on his taut neck. His mind went blank; he desperately wanted to thrust this cock deep into some flesh and ejaculate. He tried to soothe his penis with his hands to ease this terrifying desire, but both hands were tightly bound by the scaly fish tail.
The Alpha’s eyes reddened, and his voice took on an uncontrollable nasal tone: “Pull out. I want to come.”
Lan Bo pressed his lips against his: “Say a name I like, and I’ll let you come.”
“Master.” Bai Chunian replied in a daze.
“Too distant.” Lan Bo wasn’t satisfied with that title. “Is there a more intimate term in human language?”
“Brother.” Bai Chunian painfully arched his neck against the tiles. “Brother.”
Hearing that word, Lan Bo felt an intense surge of pleasure and excitement. The tip of his tail glowed, and a faint electric current surged deep into the bound, crimson glans, stimulating the deepest recesses of Bai Chunian’s urethra.
Bai Chunian was nearly driven to ejaculate by this faint current, just as Lan Bo bit down on his neck, injecting a powerful pheromone beneath the Alpha’s skin.
Bai Chunian lowered his head and collapsed into the crook of Lan Bo’s neck. Tears of arousal streamed down his cheeks to his chin, and his low, ragged breaths after being tormented sounded far sexier than before.
A toothmark remained on his neck; as the bleeding mark healed, a large, alluring and exotic ghost-faced fish pattern was imprinted on his neck. With the arrival of maturity, the mark Lan Bo had bitten into him was no longer the cute, blue little fish it had been before.
The Alpha’s black tank top was soaked through with sweat, and his camouflage combat pants were stained with white semen. His unfastened tactical belt and waistband revealed a slender, muscular waist, and his beautifully defined abs were also drenched in his own semen.
Lan Bo nestled into Bai Chunian’s embrace, gently wrapping his arms around his neck, his nose lightly brushing against the Alpha’s slightly parted lips: “Does that feel good, In-structor Bai?”
“Is this taking advantage of me? You know full well I just didn’t want to hurt you.” Bai Chunian, his hands bound behind his back with a fishtail rope, rested his chin on Lan Bo’s shoulder, his breath hot. “Are you jealous? They’re all my trainees. I treat them like little kids.”
“Of course, of course they’re little kids.” Lan Bo lifted his chin. “I really wasn’t angry at all when they hugged you.”
“When will you ever understand that you’re mine?” Lan Bo asked him earnestly.
“What does ‘mine’ mean?”
Lan Bo could only say, “A pouch. But you don’t like hearing that, and it frustrates me too.”
Bai Chunian suddenly pulled his hand away, grabbed Lan Bo by the neck, flipped him over, and pinned him down. Kneeling on the ground, he shouted at him like a madman: “What kind of nonsense is that! I’ll tell you what a ‘pouch’ is: a pouch with feelings is called a husband. Got it? Do you get it now?”
Lan Bo coughed violently as Bai Chunian choked him: “Actually, cough cough… it’s a very affectionate term. Mermaids call the alphas who help them lay their eggs that, but not all alphas… cough.”
“…Right, cough cough, what should that term be? Puppies say ‘lover,’ I think that’s what it means… Take your hands off my neck, Randi… I’m ordering you.”
Bai Chunian suddenly stopped, his nose turning red, his eyelids flushing. A transparent film covered his jet-black eyes as he looked at him helplessly, like a young animal, and asked blankly:
“What did you say?”
Lan Bo coughed violently, shoving the sulking Alpha off him. Leaning against the edge of the bathtub, he gasped for a few breaths: “I never taught you how to control your temper. I thought you didn’t need it.”
Lan Bo pondered the word Bai Chunian had just used: “Husband. Does that sound better to you than ‘pouch’? But ‘old’ isn’t a good thing—you’re not old. And ‘husband’ is weird too; translated, it means ‘elderly male.’ Yet when put together, it’s actually a word you like?”
Come to think of it, that was indeed the case, but Bai Chunian still nodded. He had been more thoroughly immersed in human Chinese culture; he simply liked this term.
“At least it should be ‘Little Male’ to be appropriate,” Lan Bo muttered to himself. “Or ‘Young Male.’ How could it be ‘Old Male’?”
“Damn it, just call me when I tell you to. Don’t overthink it.”
Although he found it strange, Lan Bo still granted his wish, because the Alpha seemed to really enjoy it.
“Husband.”
Bai Chunian didn’t move, sitting on the ground in a daze.
“Honey?” Lan Bo called out again, louder this time.
The Alpha still didn’t react, but Lan Bo saw a pair of snow-white, fluffy ears pop out from his tousled black hair.
Lan Bo leaned closer and tentatively called out once more, “Honey?”
Bai Chunian flushed, releasing his grip on Lan Bo’s arm to force his uncontrollably exposed features back into place. But to Lan Bo’s surprise, he discovered two paw-pad-shaped marks left on his arm.
Lan Bo curiously peered at the palm of his hand, but Bai Chunian clenched his fist tightly to block his view.
“This is amazing. Is ‘honey’ some kind of trigger?” Lan Bo threw himself into Bai Chunian’s arms. “My heart has turned to water, flowing back and forth in my chest. No one can resist Randi, the furry one on land.”
This was the best night’s sleep Bai Chunian had ever had.
Since reaching maturity, Lan Bo’s tolerance for temperature had improved significantly. Bai Chunian held him close, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist, with his head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying the night’s sleep.
He felt completely relaxed. In truth, he had many questions he wanted to ask, but at that moment, none of them seemed particularly important. He had gained a new identity, and he loved it.
So much so that when he stood on the balcony early the next morning, stretching lazily in nothing but a black tank top, he completely forgot about the large, vivid fish-scale pattern on his shoulder.
The instructors’ group chat exploded again.
Tech Instructor-K: [Click to view original image]
Hand-to-Hand Instructor-Dai Ning: “Fuck. What’s going on?”
Sniper Instructor-Lorenz: “Holy shit, you photoshopped that in, didn’t you?”
Tech Instructor-K: “Hackers never photoshop.”
Profiling Instructor – Zheng Yue: “Judging by the look of it, Brother Chu was pretty satisfied last night… What’s up with this fish-shaped mark? Is it what I think it is?”
Tactics Instructor – Red Crab: “Getting laid and showing it off on your body? I’m sick of it! Is having a sex life such a big deal?”
Sniper Instructor – Lorenz: “It is a big deal.”
Hand-to-Hand Combat Instructor – Dai Ning: “It’s hard not to agree.”
Dai Ning lived right next door to Bai Chunian. Not content with just joining the conversation in the group chat, she had to rush to the scene to get the scoop firsthand. She walked out to the balcony and peered in Bai Chunian’s direction.
Bai Chunian stood within the white European-style railings of the garden balcony, his left hand gripping his right elbow from behind as he gently cracked it, the bones emitting a crisp cracking sound. His elegant shoulder line was bathed in golden sunlight, like a large cat basking in the sun and stretching its body to its heart’s content.
“Ouch.” Dai Ning covered her mouth. “He really is damn handsome.”
Bai Chunnian hadn’t noticed the “99+” in the group chat yet. Turning around, he saw Dai Ning on the neighboring balcony and casually said, “You guys figure out today’s lesson on your own. I’ve got something to do.”
Dai Ning thought to herself, “It’d be strange if you didn’t have something to do,” but she pretended not to know: “Oh, what is it?”
Bai Chunian picked up the diving mask and wetsuit at his feet, his eyes crinkling in a smile: “Going snorkeling.”
Dai Ning narrowed her eyes: “Anyone who doesn’t have class today can come along.”
Bai Chunian waved his hand: “Not you guys. You’re giving the little ones extra lessons today. Not a single one of you is to be idle. Clear the entire coastline for me.”
Dai Ning: “H-heck!”