Chapter 3: His Prey

My intuition told me that this being was more dangerous than a shark.

Its danger did not lie in its physical strength, but in its mysterious ability to captivate people’s attention, and even caused them to die for it!

The divers finally managed to put the merperson into a pre-prepared water tank.

Gary gave the divers a signal and they held the merman down right next to me.

With a syringe in hand, I carefully injected some tranquilizer into his beautiful tail.

After administering the injection, I couldn’t help but feel the streamlined tail. Its coolness to the touch seemed familiar yet foreign at the same time.

The merman in my dream also had a smooth tail like this. As I gently lifted up the scales, I saw that underneath it looked very similar to human skin.

If it weren’t for the anatomic structure of the tail, I would have thought there were two legs in there.

‘Why did I think about this?’ Startled by my own thoughts, my hand accidentally touched his tail fin.

Instantly, my fingertip stung. The red barbs on the fin had cut my finger.

The barbs were sharper than a dagger. If one were to be attacked by his tail, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to them.

My blood dripped from the wound onto the tail, but there was no trace of it on the tail. The tail had completely absorbed all the blood!

The supposedly tranquilized merman suddenly looked at me, curling his tail.

This movement? He wanted to embrace me!

I sat flat on the ground, unable to move. His movements and the ones in the dream were too similar!

Gary helped me up from the floor. “Linda, what are you doing? Are you crazy?”

He rudely stepped onto the perfect tail and injected the rest of the tranquilizer into it.

I wanted to stop him and exclaim, “Don’t! That’s a dosage meant for sharks. You could kill him!”

However, it was too late, because the fishtail slowly became motionless.

I pushed Gary’s arm away and removed the fishing net from the merman, sadly looking at the merman that was overdosed on tranquilizer.

I looked at the merman’s face while my hands shook uncontrollably as I felt both excitement and fear.

This merman was undoubtedly the same as the one from my dreams! Even though I couldn't look directly at his face, I intuitively knew that they were one and the same.

The merman lay there curled up on the floor with his face partially concealed by seaweed-like long hair. I couldn’t clearly see his face but I could still see the distinct outline of his jawline.

That was certainly a handsome face and I doubt anyone could deny it.

The muscles on his back rose and fell as he breathed, beautiful but with vigor like the tension on a stretched bowstring. His abdominal muscles were neatly arranged into a six-pack and could make anyone blush.

This was a merman, but he seemed more like a handsome adult man.

With the embarrassing scene from the dream in mind, I couldn’t help but shift my gaze downwards to his crotch.

The merman’s crotch had a bulge that was covered with scales. But as I looked at it closely, I realized there was a slit among the scales.

If I were to guess, it was only during the mating process that these scales open and reveal his sex organ that was similar to a human’s.

The scene where the erect object kept poking at my butt in my dreams popped into my mind again. I couldn’t help but take out a flashlight to examine it in detail.

As my flashlight shone above his head, the merman suddenly moved.

In shock, I took a step back and Gary stepped in front of me.

The merman did not do anything else but lift his head. His long hair slid away to one side, revealing half of his face.

His face contained the paleness of skin that lacked exposure from the sun, but his eyes were as black as a bottomless abyss.

Perhaps the others didn’t notice, but I found it hard not to because he was staring at me with those pitch-black eyes.

I was paralyzed with fear because I knew that according to biology, this gaze was one of a beast staring at his prey.