Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 480 Fish Eat People, Dragons Eat Food

Fremei rarely acts coquettishly.

Each monster girl in the Third Discipline Office actually has her own personality.

Some people's love burns like fire, some people's love is furtive and secretive, some people's love is inappropriate for children, and some people's love is silent...

Unlike the extremely hungry dragon girl who has already learned to use coquetry to get rid of people, the mermaid lady has always been quite reserved.

Or rather, they know how to utilize their own strengths, but never use them.

Even though Freyme really wished that Herbert could stay by her side forever, ideally never to be separated.

But whenever Herbert was about to embark on a long journey, she was always the first to support him.

She never needed Herbert to spend time and effort coaxing her; she would convince herself and watch him leave.

She wouldn't force him to stay by her side, but would support him understandingly and become his strongest backing.

In Herbert's opinion, the mermaid was a little too sensible.

He understood the reason—Freme had always demanded that she be sensible.

Since Herbert had become the perfect hero in Freyme's heart, she herself had to become the perfect waiter.

In many stories, besides the protagonist [hero] who overcomes all obstacles, there is often a [waiter] who appears at the beginning of the story and waits for him at the end.

And these people waiting are, in the vast majority of cases, women.

Perhaps it was the witch who bestowed both protection and curse upon the protagonist, the figure who disappeared side by side with him at the end of the story.

Perhaps it was a grand celebration for a princess who had been taken away by a dragon, amidst the blessings of thousands.

Perhaps it's a village girl from the same village, waiting for the quiet smoke rising from the chimneys of a small mountain village after all the hustle and bustle has faded away.

Or perhaps, it's the innocent victims who sacrificed themselves in the first act and the tombstones with a bouquet of flowers placed at the end of the story.

Regardless of who they are, what their status is, or what their past is like, they all have one thing in common.

They are supporting characters, silent figures waiting for the hero outside the story.

They can be the reason for heroes to sacrifice their lives, but they will not become a burden for heroes when they are fighting on the front lines.

If that's how it is in the story, then that's how it will be for me.

but……

Herbert thought this was wrong.

Freyme was wrong.

Admittedly, in those epic stories, these women waiting for the heroes to return are all perfect.

They don't cry, they don't make a fuss, and they don't act willfully.

But that's not the real them; it's just a microcosm of them as portrayed by others.

Yes, their love is silent.

But that's because they are inherently silent and have no way to speak for themselves.

Those "waiters" are merely symbols created by the author to drive the plot forward.

But in reality, they are all living, breathing individuals.

The witch in the forest would mock the little devil who accidentally wandered into her forest and draw symbols on his face with herbs, scaring him by saying it was a witch's curse.

Even the princess who was taken away by the evil dragon felt sorry for the little beggar who was frozen to death by the roadside, and left her own clothes for him to keep warm.

The village girls would also make flower wreaths for the boys from the same village, hold their hands, and lie down on the tall haystacks to sleep soundly.

Even the girl who left the stage early had made a promise with the neighbor's younger brother that she would marry him when she grew up.

They were once alive.

The real them were by no means the stereotypical and one-dimensional figures described by bards.

It can cry, laugh, and make a fuss.

There will be hesitation, despair, and breakdown.

They will also... believe in their heroes when everyone else has given up.

Those perfect symbols are them, and that is no exaggeration.

But they are more than just symbols.

Herbert held Freyme tightly, gently touched her wind chime earring with the tip of his nose, and then whispered tenderly in her ear:

"Freme, there's no need to judge yourself by the idealized image others have of you."

"That's too tiring. I don't want you to work so hard."

He felt the slight, bewildered tremor of the person in his arms, lowered his eyes, and continued, "That pretense of yours is too unreal. I don't want you to forget your true thoughts."

"If you want to cry, cry it out; if you want to laugh, laugh out loud; if you want me to stay by your side... just tell me directly."

Fremei is so sensible.

She will never complain that you don't come to see her; she will only blame herself.

I blame myself for being too greedy and for being too immature.

This is wonderful; it can be said to be the perfect partner that countless people have been hoping for.

But if possible, Herbert hoped that Freyme would not think that way.

Because of this... it's a bit too lonely.

Given their relationship, she could certainly be dissatisfied and openly express her unhappiness.

Even if you have any thoughts, that's perfectly normal.

There's nothing to hide; that's what she truly thinks.

The saying "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" has some truth to it.

If you don't even cry and just hope that others will notice your grievances, then it's probably going to be difficult.

Not everyone has Herbert's keen observation skills and kind heart.

Even he couldn't possibly watch over everyone and be considerate of everyone.

“I can notice your emotions, but I am also human, and I dare not say that I have not missed anything.”

Herbert sighed somewhat helplessly: "Of course, if I didn't notice and you pretended nothing happened, this matter could indeed be left unresolved."

If you didn't notice and I didn't say anything, it's as if it never happened.

But are they really the same?

Can we really just let this go so easily?
"But if that's the case, won't you be the only one bearing all the grievances?"

Herbert didn't think so.

Some things, once they happen, they just happen. They don't disappear into thin air; they only accumulate slowly and gradually escalate.

The wounds of betrayal never heal.

And his own negligence, to some extent, can be seen as a "betrayal" of his feelings for Fremei.

"Freme, you mustn't let me bear the sin of 'betrayal'."

After Herbert finished speaking in a relaxed tone, he felt himself being hugged tightly.

She was embraced by seemingly weak arms and tightly entwined by that magnificent fishtail.

Freyme didn't say anything, but her body language conveyed the message that she didn't want him to slip away quietly.

Fortunately, although Herbert's current physique is not as good as Valentina's or a certain fleshy squirrel, it can almost be said that he has reached the pinnacle of the legendary level.

It's fine if it's tight, I can handle it.

It's better if it's tight!

It's stuck even tighter now.

"I may not be able to meet your expectations every time, but I will definitely find a way to make up for it."

Herbert gently patted the mermaid's back, thinking that his words seemed a bit unconvincing, so he added another sentence.

"For example..."

"I can make it up to you right now."

"We will continue to compensate you until you are satisfied."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of being suspended in mid-air.

! ! ?

He felt as if the world before him had suddenly changed, as if it had been turned upside down. Huh?
Then—thump.

Wow!

With a sound that didn't sound good, he entered a warm place.

By the time Herbert realized what was happening, he had already fallen headfirst into the water.

Moreover, the mermaid he had been holding in his arms was also gone.

Eh?
Where did you run to?
Herbert was somewhat puzzled.

I'm so understanding, how could she not be overwhelmed by my kindness and disappear without a trace?
Does this mean that "warm-hearted men" really have to be ranked after "simps"?

The problem is, the kind of warm guy you can't win over isn't the same as me!
It's not that I'm licking their boots, it's that they want to lick me, okay?
As Herbert was wondering, he suddenly felt the water surging behind him, and a figure quietly appeared behind him.

"Freume? You... ugh!?"

As soon as Herbert turned around, he was grabbed tightly by the attacker behind him and lost his first kiss since entering the water that day.

Yes, as long as there are enough modifiers, I can always claim that I haven't lost my first kiss.

Freyme kissed Herbert fiercely and even bit him hard, as if to express her dissatisfaction.

Although there was no broken skin, it was still quite painful, causing Herbert's lips to twitch.

However, he did not try to avoid it.

No, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I simply can't escape it.

Hissing and slurping.

"Ugh! Ugh—ha!"

Only after a moment did he seem to be released by Freyme, blinking his eyes and licking his lips.

hiss?
Is this what it feels like to be forcibly kissed?
How should I describe it?
It's actually quite strange...

"You said it yourself!"

"Uh, what?"

Herbert paused for a moment, looked at the perpetrator with a puzzled expression, and then his eyes lit up.

He always felt that Freyme was most beautiful when she was underwater, her hair moving with the water.

Her usual gentleness was enhanced by a wild and alluring beauty.

Do you know, do you know how much I've been enduring?

Freyme pouted, gave Herbert a resentful look, licked her lips seductively, and snorted, "Do you even know what you're doing right now is going to do?"

Will Freyme be moved by Herbert's words?

of course!

Being able to have one's inner soft spot noticed will deeply touch anyone.

Not to mention, this person was the hero she recognized, the love of her life whom she decided to spend her life with.

He noticed his own thoughts about the person in front of him and hoped that she could be herself.

Don't suppress yourself, don't hide anything, show me your true self.

To be fair, Fremey wasn't actually that great; she wasn't entirely selfless, and she had her own ideas.

But after Herbert said that, she felt like she didn't have to endure it anymore.

So now she is not only very moved, but also a little "restless".

She was moved.

Freyme felt her wild instincts were completely agitated.

Ahhhhh——

Freyme felt like she was going crazy.

An ancient instinct within her blood was calling to her!
Although Fremei is a very gentle mermaid princess, she looks very innocent and pure.

But in reality, in the stories passed down from generation to generation by coastal fishermen...

Mermaids, or rather, sirens, are monsters... and have never been a benevolent race.

They are among the monsters that sailors least want to encounter during their voyages.

They would sing enchanting melodies, subtly bewitching the sailors and causing them to crash into the rocks and fall into the sea.

Those songs spread so widely that they went unnoticed at first, and by the time people realized what was happening, it was usually too late.

Although they will eventually devour their flesh and blood, some hungry sirens will first enjoy their prey thoroughly.

Freyme stared intently at the "drowning sailor," licked her bright red lips again, and slowly said, "I'm going to eat you up!"

Herbert smiled with pleasure at her warning.

"Then come on."

Herbert spread his arms and, instead of retreating, moved forward with a smile, swimming towards the dangerous monster girl.

"Eat."

Eat freely, and show me your true self without any burden!

Freyme: Man, you're playing with fire.

Herbert: It's okay, I'm in the water, the fire prevention measures are in place.

He stared intently at Freyme, whose face still showed a hint of hesitation, and uttered the decisive words.

"No matter what you are really like, I will always love you deeply."

No matter what, it won't change.

And then...

The once calm surface of the deep water prison was now churned with surging and continuous waves.

Blah blah blah!

……

……

Endless maze.

"Huff, huff... Hmm?"

The crimson dragon, who had been fast asleep and oblivious to the world around it, suddenly shuddered and slowly raised its eyelids.

Valentina raised her eyelids blankly, looked up, and then looked around.

What's wrong?
She looked for a long time but couldn't figure out what had awakened her.

But the strange thing is,
For some reason, she suddenly felt a bit possessive of her food.

It feels like someone is going to share my food... no, wait, steal some of it?
Valentina's eyes, which had been somewhat sleepy, suddenly changed, turning into sharp vertical pupils.

Who's going to try and take my food?!
Who's so reckless!
goo—

The rumbling in his stomach made the hungry dragon's expression change, and he instantly forgot about those unimportant trifles.

"Ah, I'm hungry."

Oh dear, now that I think about it, I'm actually a little hungry!

Whoosh!
The dragon's enormous body vanished, transforming into a tall, mature woman who landed on the ground.

"Hmm—ha!"

Valentina yawned, stretched vigorously, first scratched her buttocks, then reached under the weight on her chest and scratched it.

After she finished tidying up, she skipped and hopped toward the door leading to the cafeteria, and without thinking, she pushed the door open and went inside.

Let's go eat!

At that moment, she was completely unaware of anything unusual.

Just as she was enjoying a delicious meal with Sfanie, in the cell next door, her favorite delicacy was being recklessly savored.

"Hi, Sfanie! I've come to play with you! What's good to eat today... oh?"

When the carefree Valentina arrived at the cafeteria, she was surprised to find the kind person who often fed her looking at himself in the mirror with a complicated expression.

"what happened to you?"

(End of this chapter)