Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

Chapter 41 Mermaid Fever

The waves hit the cliff three hundred meters away, and the wet tail trail extended to a retro villa building on the island in the bay.

The natural color temperature light strips laid on the steps of the spiral staircase unfold as the owner walks up the stairs.

"Boss, Rattlesnake has revealed the cargo hold coordinates."

The sound came from the ear bone clip on the side of her ear. She said "hmm" and ordered "keep following", then pulled off the ear bone clip. The earlobes that were no longer restrained gradually changed, and pointed and thin ear fins emerged from both sides of her pink hair.

The giant fish tank curtain wall above the stairs reflected the appearance of a young girl. Beneath her dyed pink hair was a cool face with excellent bone structure. She was wearing a neatly tailored short leather jacket and black and pink striped overalls. As her steps swayed, the thin silver chain wrapped around her right wrist rubbed against the metal buckle of her clothes, making a crisp tinkling sound.

It's really too hot.

As soon as he reached the second floor, Jing Weimian took off his outer clothes, revealing his thin, tough and strong back in a black vest. The butterfly knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. Jing Weimian threw it upwards with his nimble fingers, and the clean blade at the other end of the rotating axis protruded. With a "pop" sound, it violently broke the glass bottle of soda on the bar, and he raised his head to drink it all in one gulp.

But even so, Jing Weimian still felt unusually hot.

It wasn't until several damp, watercolor-colored scales sprouted from the corners of her eyes that she realized the mermaid craze must have arrived early.

Jing Weimian left the Jin Yalis Sea at the age of seven and was taken back by the cold-blooded monster Fu Rong to be taught personally. He then founded the Whale Terror Legion and gradually expanded his influence and territory. Almost ten years have passed now.

It was not until the peak period was triggered for some unknown reason that Jing Weiman remembered that according to the growth stage of mermaids, it was time for her to transform into a mature mermaid.

But the area around Whale Island belongs to her independent waters, and apart from her, not even Fu Rong has the authority to enter.

In other words, she is the only mermaid left on Whale Island.

Jing Weimian irritably pulled off the cap on his head and was about to take an injection and swim a few laps in the fish tank to calm down. At this moment, his ear fins keenly heard a slight sound coming from behind the glass curtain wall.

Jing Weiman suppressed the sticky and uneven breath, paused, and almost in an instant dodged and pressed the pitch-black unidentified object to the ground. He clamped it tightly with his strong, lean and well-proportioned legs, and a hoarse groan came from his throat.

Only then could Jing Weiman see clearly that it was a person.

His forehead was injured, his face was pale, and his clothes were tattered. He didn't know how to resist when she grabbed his neck, but just stared at her with his dark eyes.

"Where are you from?"

Jing Weiman's eyes gradually turned red due to the fever. Seeing that he was still motionless, she narrowed her eyes fiercely, pressed her small hands against both sides of his sharp jaw, and pushed the handle of the butterfly knife in her hand into him.

"Fool?"

The handle of the knife was about to pierce her throat, but the man who was called a fool still had that cold face and just looked at her silently.

Jing Weimian didn't believe it and thrust it in a little further. "Are you mute?"

... a few seconds later.

Jing Weimian pulled out a wet butterfly knife with a little blood on the end, lifted the man's chin, and then slowly moved the tip of the knife down his body from top to bottom.

It's not hard to tell that this is a pretty good human body.

He is tall and strong, with well-defined muscles, which is a perfect proportion from the perspective of mermaids.

No matter whether he is a fool or a mute, it is just right to use him as a relief tool.

"Since you are of some use at the moment, I will spare your life."

After Jing Weiman looked the man over, he put away his dagger and dragged him directly into the spacious shower room next to him.

……

Four and a half hours later.

Jing Weiman supported his weak back, his flushed cheeks filled with an unknown gloom, and threw the exhausted man into a utility room. He turned on the holographic screen on the curtain wall, played several folders of fish fillets to him, and threatened him with a cold voice and pressed his head.

"Watch carefully here and learn well! You are not allowed to come out until you learn it!"

After saying those harsh words, Jing Weimian returned to bed.

Although the craze had been temporarily relieved at this time, she really didn't expect that the fool was good-looking but useless, and just acted recklessly throughout the whole process.

Fortunately, she is a mermaid with strong self-healing ability.

Jing Weiman lay down and took a nap. When he woke up, his body functions had almost recovered, except that the scales at the corners of his eyes had not completely faded away.

Jing Weimian lifted the quilt and sat up. He raised his eyelids and found that the door of the utility room next door was still closed. It seemed that the fool was still obedient.

Then she opened her red lips and said lightly: "Get out."

After several minutes, the door of the utility room slowly opened, and a tall and strong man walked out. His face was even redder than hers, and he didn't seem to dare to look at her at all.

Jing Weimian saw him walk to the bed with his hands clenched and put his hands behind his back.

Jing Weimian narrowed his eyes, "What are you holding in your hand?"

The fool said nothing.

He also refused to open his hands.

Jing Weimian said expressionlessly: "Open it."

After a while, probably under her pressure, the fool finally opened his fingers stiffly.

In that heavy hand lay several round and plump pearls, each with a pink luster.

Jing Weimian's mind flashed back to the scene that happened in the shower room not long ago, and her face suddenly tensed: "...Take it and throw it away."

The fool immediately retracted his hand and put it behind his back again.

Clutching his pearls tightly.

It means unwilling.

Jing Weimian: "..."

He frowned, not bothering to care what this fool was going to do with these broken pearls. He tilted his head towards the utility room and asked him, "Have you learned it yet?"

The fool stood there, head lowered like a large dog, thin lips pursed coldly, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Jing Weimian snorted coldly, "You'd better learn it for me. I'll need you in the next few days. If you mess around again, I'll make sure you die."

As she spoke, she glanced at the marks below her neck, and made an impatient "tsk" sound. She raised her eyes and ordered, "Go get me some clothes." The fool looked at her blankly.

"Clothes," Jing Weimian resisted the urge to hit him, gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "Stop playing dumb. Weren't you stripping very enthusiastically in the bathroom just now?"

The fool slowly blinked his dark eyes, as if he finally understood, and like a bionic man who had been given an order, he mechanically moved his long legs.

"……left."

The fool walked into the cloakroom in the direction she indicated, stood in the wardrobe full of items for a long time, and finally found a set of clothes with a similar style to the one Jing Weiman had worn not long ago. Instinctively, he folded it neatly and took it back.

Jing Weimian sat on the edge of the bed and raised his eyebrows when he saw the neatly folded clothes in the fool's hands.

She stretched out her hand and hooked it, not caring that the fool was still standing in front of her. She put on a thin shirt in front of him and fastened her cufflinks with one hand. For some reason, the fool suddenly held her hand.

He pressed his thumb against her wrist and looked down. His rough fingertips rubbed the thin, snow-white skin on her wrist, and he uttered two unclear, hoarse words from his throat, "It's broken."

Jing Weimian looked at him again with a hint of surprise. He didn't pay much attention to his broken wrist and asked, "So you're not mute?"

The fool was a little confused, but before he could react, the slender hand held in his palm had been pulled back.

Jing Weimian supported herself with her hands behind her back, and deliberately put her bare toes close to his chest, then slowly moved upwards, lazily stepping on his protruding throat. She found that the fool's neck was getting redder and his breathing was getting heavier, but he didn't push her away.

After Jing Weiman had amused the fool, he was in a good mood. He then slowly withdrew his foot, stood up and went downstairs.

The idiot was obviously over 1.9 meters tall, and his face looked cold and murderous when he was tense, but at this moment he followed Jing Weimian without saying a word.

After going downstairs, Jing Weimian went to the kitchen with a clear goal, opened the freezer, took out the frozen raw meat, opened his mouth and bit it and swallowed it.

After all, she had consumed a lot of physical energy, so she needed to replenish some nutrients.

The fool stood behind her, watching her tearing the food. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned, walked up and took the bloody raw meat from her hand.

"..." Jing Weimian was interrupted halfway through his meal. A hint of cruelty and coldness flashed across his eyes, and he slowly narrowed them, "Are you looking for death?"

The fool pursed his thin lips hard, as if he was even more unhappy than her. He carried the meat into the kitchen and started chopping it without saying a word.

Jing Weimian's brows twitched as he watched, and he was just thinking about whether he should go in and deal with him first, when his communicator bracelet rang. Jing Weimian had no choice but to endure it for the time being and walked to the window to answer it.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before he slowly spoke: "...I seem to hear some strange noises."

Jing Weimian was too lazy to explain and asked him coldly, "What do you want from me?"

"Hader said you went to Whale Island again." Fu Rong asked slowly, "When will you return to Dark Owl?"

Jing Weimian: "Just tell me what you mean."

"Xiaomi, I know you've been investigating the Rattlesnake lineage lately, but you'll soon be transforming into a mermaid. At this critical juncture, I don't want anything to happen to you. Let me handle the Rattlesnake matter, okay?"

Jing Weimian's expression froze. When she learned that Fu Rong had calculated the time when she entered the mermaid craze so accurately, her heart was shrouded in a layer of haze, and she became more depressed and unhappy.

She didn't tell Fu Rong that she had already found a tool to relieve the mermaid fever, and just said, "No, I'm fine."

As he was speaking, there was another series of banging noises coming from the kitchen. Jing Weimian pressed his eyebrows, almost suspecting that the idiot was going to blow up the kitchen.

It was obvious that Fu Rong on the other end of the phone had heard it too. He was silent for a moment, "Did they bring some animal back to Whale Island this time? It sounded quite noisy."

Jing Weimian turned around and glanced at the figure still in the kitchen, his expression unchanged: "Yeah, a fierce dog."

Fu Rong didn't take it seriously. He just continued the previous topic and said softly in a calm tone, "Xiaomian, can I go pick you up? I know you're still angry with me for what happened last time."

Jing Weimian frowned slightly. "I'm not angry, and you don't need to come pick me up. I'll go back when I want to. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

After saying that, Jing Weimian didn't want to listen to him anymore, so she hung up the communicator and turned around to see the idiot coming out with the cooked food. He put it on the table, staring at her intently, and said, "Eat."

Jing Weimian looked at the food on the table, sat down and took a bite. It tasted really good.

I didn't expect that this fool, who looks silly, is actually quite good at serving others.

Jing Weimian ate for a while and vaguely felt a burning gaze falling on her. She raised her head and sure enough, the fool was standing in front of her, staring at her moving lips.

Jing Weimian pursed his lips and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The fool was honest and said in a stiff whisper: "Mouth."

As he spoke, he suddenly recalled something and his face turned red immediately. He hung his head like a big dog and didn't dare to look anymore.

Jing Weimian looked at his dumb and indifferent look, the corner of his eyes slightly raised, glaring at him, a rare bit of conscience rising, "Fool, do you still remember where you came from? If you serve me well, I can guarantee that I won't kill you, and I can even send you back to where you came from."

When the fool heard this, he frowned and thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't remember anything. He muttered something in pain and answered in a dull voice, "No, no..."

Jing Weimian didn't make it difficult for him, "Well, I think you still remember your name."

The fool opened his mouth but still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Seeing this, Jing Weimian's face turned cold again, as if he felt bored, and he said lightly: "Forget it, if you can't remember it, then don't remember it."

Anyway, to her, it was just a tool that would be thrown away after a few days of use, so she didn't really care about the name of this fool or his identity.

After Jing Weiman had eaten and drunk her fill, she sent a message to her subordinates, asking them to send an unmanned transport ship over, mainly to deliver a few sets of clothes that could be worn by fools.

After all, there are no clothes suitable for fools here, and you can't let a fool wear a bathrobe all the time.

At night, Jing Weiman had already driven the fool into the next room and locked him up. She returned to her mermaid form and swam back to the bottom of the giant fish tank to rest. However, she stayed in the water for less than half an hour. The heat from the daytime spread upwards along the layers of scales on her pink tail fin.

Every thin and tough scale seemed to be melting in the water.

Jing Weimian jumped and tumbled in the water anxiously, and finally, a wet pink fish tail emerged from the water.

Late at night, the door was suddenly blown open.

In the darkness, Jing Weimian quickly leaned over the sleeping man and twisted his legs with his tail.

The damp little face slowly lowered, and she sniffed carefully to make sure that this was her prey.

Then, she opened her lips and teeth slightly, and accurately bit the skin on the side of the man's neck, and carried him back to her bed like an animal carrying its prey back to its nest.

(End of this chapter)