Desharow Mermaid - Chap 46

After washing my face with cold water, I finally got rid of the mud. However, I still felt as if my mind was a mess. Raphael, oblivious to my mood, tried to strike up a conversation with me, but my angry expression scared him away. He knew my temper; usually, I was as gentle as a harmless lamb, but when provoked, I could be as fierce as a wolf. So I finally got the chance to be alone and quiet, though my inner turmoil remained.

My whole body was hot, like a fever, and the physical excitement caused by my earlier contact with Ares had not dissipated. I dared not look at my crotch to see what was going on because I knew very well that I had gotten hard. When Ares’ lips were pressed against my ear just now, if I hadn’t left in time, I would have been unable to resist him like a cat that smells fish.

Damn it! This is so… embarrassing.

I took off my outer clothes and drenched my head with the remaining cold water. The icy liquid quickly lowered my body temperature, but it could not calm my restlessness, and the momentum of my lower body still persisted.

I didn’t even know where this intense desire came from – it was as if I had become addicted to fantasizing about Ares.

I glanced sneakily towards the water pool, feeling guilty like a thief. Luckily, Ares was no longer in sight, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, leaned against the tree, and tightened my legs, rubbing the engorged tip against the roughness of my jeans. I tried my best not to put my hand inside my pants, but the more I resisted, the stronger the response from below became. I was sweating on my back and breathing more and more rapidly, and I was worried that Raphael, just a few steps away, might hear me.

But my lower body was really throbbing with pain, and I swore I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was usually not very good at controlling my physical desires, but I didn’t want to do it in public, especially in the presence of girls.

And there was still a possibility that Ares might see me.

　As I was suspicious and skeptical, my eyes involuntarily scanned the surroundings, and suddenly, in the darkness not far away, I caught a glimpse of a pair of ghostly and faintly glowing eyes.

I was certain that it was Ares’ eyes. I wanted to stand up immediately and return to Raphael and the others, but the gaze in the darkness was like a shivering electric current that weakened my limbs. I stared at the darkness and saw Ares swimming closer in the mud, his silhouette gradually becoming clear under the moonlight. I suddenly saw his movements and a wave of disgust rushed to my head.

His hand was placed below his abdomen, holding the sex-toy that had brought me to the brink of death and life. He vigorously twisted it back and forth towards me, his muscular body shaking like a volcanic rock, but appearing cold, hard and restrained due to the cover of his silver-gray hair. Yet, I found Ares at this moment exuding deadly sexiness.

What the hell!

　”I jerked my head away like I’d been electrocuted, wanting to immediately stand up and go back to Raphael and their side. But Aegles’ gaze seemed to turn into a terrifying electric current that flowed into my bloodstream, and the strange fragrance emanating from him made my limbs go weak and unresponsive.

While I was fantasizing about him, Aegles was also fantasizing about me, and he didn’t bother to hide it from me. Perhaps this behavior was better described as seduction. I have to admit that his seductive power was quite effective, my body was trembling uncontrollably, and the bulge in my pants became even harder. Unable to bear it, I put my hand between my legs and started to massage myself slightly, while turning my body to the side. However, my gaze couldn’t help but drift back to Aegles.

He sped up his hand movements on his lap, his eyes half-closed, and his gaze roaming all over my body, his throat constantly rolling, as if silently tempting me.

Suddenly, I felt like we were playing some kind of taboo game, using each other’s desires to have a tug of war, to see who would give in first. Clearly, I was the one who couldn’t handle it.

This reminded me of the feeling of secretly watching erotic movies during my adolescence, which every man is fascinated with that taboo stimulation, and I was no exception. Although I was a good student who had never even had a girlfriend in their eyes, it didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized before.”

I apologize for any potential errors, but here is my translation of the text provided:

But who can tell me why my sexual fantasies don’t involve the most charming Russian actresses, but rather an evil male merman? Is it because I lost my virginity to his clutches?

I struggle internally, but my gaze lingers on Aegir’s strong physique. Uncontrollable thoughts fill my mind like an obsession, causing my body to burn with desire while simultaneously feeling embarrassed and wanting to die. I lean against a tree trunk, my body weak and my breathing ragged. I feel like a broken music box, playing sweet notes under Aegir’s touch.

Damn it, everything is completely wrong.

As I think this, Raphael and Eva’s conversation behind me suddenly sounds like a bucket of cold water poured on my head. I shudder involuntarily, as if escaping from the swamp of lust.

I nervously glance behind me, but they seem to have noticed nothing unusual.

I breathe a sigh of relief and dare not move. If they walk over, they will see me playing with Aegir in some strange way, which is definitely an ugly thing that will make them look at me with suspicion. I bow my head and bury my hot face in my knees, afraid to look at Aegir. I twist open my water bottle and drink a few big gulps, then pour the rest onto my pants.

Finally, this relieves my restlessness. I take a deep breath and quickly leave the area, afraid that if I stay a second longer, Aegir will grab me.

“Hey, Desaro, are you wetting your pants over there?”

When Raphaël saw my embarrassed state, he couldn’t help but laugh. Even Eva, who had just woken up, kept glancing at my crotch and giggling. I felt so embarrassed that I rolled my eyes at them and quickly grabbed a clean pair of pants from my backpack. I hurriedly went to the side to change while being alert for any sudden appearance of Agerres. Just as I was halfway through putting on my pants, I heard a rustling sound. I widened my eyes and looked around, my heart in my throat. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually looking forward to it.

Suddenly, I saw a reflective object in the shadow of a tree. It looked like a military helmet. Then, before I could react, a hard, cold object was pressed against the back of my head.

“Long time no see, young master Desaro.”

A cold, cruel woman’s voice sounded from behind me. Then I heard Raphaël shout, “Don’t move! We also have guns. Let him go!”

I turned my head in shock and saw a group of people slowly surrounding us. A person was walking at the front. His steps were slow and steady, and his face was hidden in the shadow of his hat. But his eyes were clearly looking at me. My pupils shrank, and Shakaral pushed me hard, the gun barrel tightly against me, forcing me to face this person whom I really didn’t want to see.

I stared at him coldly, and my eyes shone brightly in the helmet’s reflection illuminated by the firelight, dazzlingly bright.