Mermaid Effect

Rand's eyes blurred.

His eyeballs were stinging after being soaked in sea water for a long time, and the weak light also made him feel very uncomfortable.Rand's previous clothes had long been shattered by the explosion and the long dive, so he was completely naked at this time, and it was precisely because of this that he could clearly feel the soft blanket under his body, the tactile sensation very strange.

Fortunately, during the short period of chaos, the peculiar watery smell on Munster's body became very distinct, surrounding Rand like an invisible hug, and he quickly calmed down.In the sea, Munster became stronger than on land, and the evidence was that its breath became more mellow, washing Rand's nerves like real honey.

Rand's vision gradually became clear, and Munster's face appeared in front of Rand's eyes.Its lips almost touched the tip of Rand's nose, and Rand's pale face was reflected in the bright red pupils.

"Rand—are you all right?"

"..."

Rand instinctively wanted to move away from it, but his body was too exhausted to even move his little finger.The breath on Munster's body caused an embarrassing, subtle heat flow in his body, and Rand had to turn his head to divert his attention by looking at the surrounding environment.

"here it is……"

This room was considered gorgeous in the early years, but now the decoration is a bit old and outdated.Considering the cruise ship room, its area is not small. There are double beds, wardrobes, dressing tables and small sofas in the room. Perhaps to increase the sense of space, the walls are inlaid with black walnut wood lattice There are lots of mirrored materials, the carpet is the same dark brown, and at the edges of the room, lights are cast from translucent plastic panels.

Beside the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window, and the outside is a balcony—the door of the balcony has been crooked, and the lock has been completely turned into a piece of scrap metal, which has been randomly thrown on the floor.

Through the window, Rand could see the deep blue sea... The sun had sunk below the sea level, leaving only a ray of golden light on the edge of the sky and the sea.

A pleasant, comfortable cabin on a cruise ship, it put Rand in a momentary trance, as if those horrific dark events were just a dream, and he finally woke up from the nightmare.

But Rand quickly returned to reality. Those terrible experiments, the backs of the experimental subjects and the final explosion were all vividly imprinted in his memory. Rand no longer had that kind of luck to indulge in unconsciousness In the false illusion woven by the self.

"God..." He supported his head and started slowly, "How long have I been asleep...Damn it, we have to find Vincent..."

"Rand! You are weak now, you need to rest!"

Munster pushed Rand back on the bed.

"There's no way you're going to get used to swimming for long periods of time."

It clearly states this.Rand's lips tightened. Yes, although he is more adapted to the bottom than normal humans, he is still a fragile human being compared to real sirens. When he escaped from Washington, he only swam He has been exhausted for two or three hours, and he was held in Munster's arms for a long part of the journey. The gills behind his ears can help him absorb the oxygen in the water, but there is no way to filter it well. The small floating objects in the water are now as painful as being burned by a soldering iron.

Rand swore he had never been so weak.

At this time, Munster turned on the TV in the room, it adjusted several channels randomly, and the current route of the cruise ship appeared on the screen...they were on the route to Florida.

Rand and Munster's biggest reliance now is the vast sea. After completely blowing up Deep White and all the siren subjects, even Munster can imagine how much the US government will hunt them down. Strictness... That is far from being comparable to the small fights of Shenbai's personal armed forces.

However, according to the information Rand received from Anderson before, Vincent's current location is likely to be a secret laboratory at the US military's Arctic military base in Alaska.

This means that they will have a very difficult journey -

"...we could go from Florida to Cuba, from there through the Panama Canal and up all the way up to Alaska..."

Munster said to Rand, garrulous because of the nervousness.

But Rand's silence made it slowly stop talking. It twisted its tail together nervously and looked up at Rand.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Rand looked at Munster with complicated emotions. It was as if he had never seen Munster before. There was a slight strangeness in his eyes, followed by sadness...and relief.

"No," he shook his head. "It just dawned on me that you're different. In Kansas, you couldn't even speak well."

Recalling those days in the Pine Street apartment, Rand's expression was stained with nostalgia, which made his expression much softer. He raised his hand and gently stroked Munster's long silver hair.

The face under his palm was extremely handsome.

Not long ago, Rand had seen Munster's appearance, but at that time, it still had an overly innocent gaze that didn't match this face.But now, Munster has completely turned into some kind of evil and handsome creature like a dark demon.

After Rand's voice fell, Munster's muscles tensed.

It stared at Rand sadly, its voice lowered.

"I... I have learned a lot." It held Rand's hand instead, "I want to protect you, Rand."

Munster's heart swelled painfully, and the throbbing mass of flesh was overwhelmed by too much emotion.

Sometimes, the monster would rather live the same ignorant life as before.

It hoped that it didn't know—the reason why Rand was full of love and doting on it was just because, in Rand's eyes at that time, it was like that kind of fluffy, fleshy animal cub.They are innocent, sweet, cute, and weak, they won't hurt anyone, and they don't have any aggressiveness.

Rand liked creatures like that.

For a while, Munster did maintain that illusion in front of him.But illusions are always just illusions.

The deep white man let Munster know his true identity. It is a manufactured weapon. It feeds on flesh and blood. Killing is already an instinct...

"I, I know you won't like me like this," Munster's eyes began to glow, his voice choked up, "I know why you would let those experimental subjects go back inside the building, because you know , they will hurt humans one day, and you will not allow that to happen... and I am actually the same as them, I am very good at killing humans, I am not the same as before... But I I don't regret it at all, because only when I become stronger can I protect Rand."

"Munster..."

Rand's hoarse voice sounded above Munster's head, but Munster interrupted him immediately.

It crawled, weeping, and rubbed against Rand's bare shoulders and chest.

"Don't hate me, Rand... Please... I'm sorry... I've turned into a murderous monster... But please don't hate me..."

"Wait, don't do this..."

"By the way, Rand, you humans sometimes raise working dogs, right? Working dogs can also attack enemies, and they can be very useful... Treat me as your working dog... just treat me as your dog... ...Rand, I want to be your dog, or, tool...don't hate me, don't abandon me...don't kill me..."

When he said the last sentence, Munster's emotions finally broke down.

A large part of the dark white siren infected bodies used Munster's cells as the source of infection, and because of this, they can be regarded as Munster's ethnic group to some extent——Munster Ster can also feel their emotions and memories - they are like some kind of double of him...

When Rand let the infected swarm self-destruct, Munster experienced their death firsthand.At the same time, Munster knew what he had done to Rand from the damn video-although Rand didn't get angry afterwards, his physical resistance was very obvious.

His attitude towards Munster is so different from before, which makes Munster suffer a lot.

Not cute.

impure.

bloody.

ugly.

dark.

……

Munster knew what kind of monster he was—in Rand's mind, the kind of monster that shouldn't appear in the world.

Munster's tears were wiped away.

Rand hooked his fingers around the straight jaw of the whimpering little monster, forcing it to raise its head to face him.

"I never thought of hating you," Rand said dryly. "You're my big bunny, remember?"

Munster's pupils dilated.

"I'm sorry for making you so upset, I... I just need some time. So much going on, I think I'm a little messed up."

Rand rested his forehead gently on Munster's head, and said nose to nose.

His palm was as cold as ice.

"Actually, if it wasn't for you, I don't think I would have been able to sustain it until now—the dark 'siren plan'—the plan controlled by Vincent..." Rand said incoherently, trying to piece together his own words , "This plan is really cruel and vile. I sorted out the memories of those poor children and felt their pain. Just thinking that all of this is led by Vincent, I just... almost have no choice Bear with it. But, Munster, this plan, this plan created you, and you make me think that at least this plan can create good life."

"I, am I... beautiful to you? But I once hurt you..."

"That's why I said, I need some time, I know you didn't mean to..."

Rand said to Munster apologetically, but at this moment, he was interrupted eagerly by Munster.

"Please come into me."

There seemed to be a small flame shining in its pupils, and at that moment, Rand didn't understand what it was talking about.

And Munster quickly pleaded earnestly: "You can enter my brain, Rand, enter me, I want you to enter me...I want you to know my soul..."

"Munster, calm down. It's not necessary, I know you never wanted to hurt me."

"I don't want you to just 'know'—Rand, I want to cut my chest open, take out my heart, and offer it to you."

Munster said seriously.

Rand had a slight headache. He simply didn't know what the damn white staff had taught the little monster while he was away.

In short, what it is saying now is not quite right no matter how you look at it.

When Munster talked eloquently just now, Rand once felt that it had become strange and mature, far from the clumsy clown he was familiar with—but at this moment, he felt very clearly that the one who had worked so hard The pike that nests in the tank are always there.

Rand stretched out his hand. He intended to calm Munster, but the latter seemed to have received the wrong signal. It rushed forward and pressed Rand under his body. The tail, which could easily snap off the steel cable, was wagging eagerly on the carpet, begging Rand to "enter".

Its handsome, full-grown youthful face was filled with an eagerness that couldn't be ignored.The old bed creaked under the weight of the two of them.

Rand felt a secret and weak string in his heart being gently plucked by this soulful eagerness.

There is a natural intimacy among siren mates, who will "meld" each other's minds during moments of emotion, and mate in this situation - both sirens will feel both themselves and their partner The pleasure is equivalent to double the stimulation - under natural circumstances, this is a special way for sirens to absorb happiness.

Rand didn't know the physiological habits of the sea monsters living in the sea, but this didn't stop him from instinctively turning on the physiological mechanism of the sirens when a certain little monster was in high spirits.

Before Rand knew it, his spirit had slipped into Munster's consciousness.

If the spiritual realm of other creatures is a calm surface, it can ripple with Rand's thoughts.Then Munster's spiritual realm is a raging sea.

The moment Rand entered it, that "wave" directly swept Rand's consciousness deep inside.

Intense love is about to pour into Rand's body from every pore——

In reality, Rand arched his waist suddenly and made a gasp, and he felt as if he was out of breath.

Love……

I love Rand.

I want to be with Rand.

together forever.

……

The fragments of Munster's consciousness were intense and dense. At that moment, Rand even had the illusion that even his internal organs would be eroded by this overly strong love.

He couldn't help gripping the blanket under his body, and his eyes rolled quickly under his eyelids.

"Munster-stop-stop-"

He spoke intermittently.

But the sound was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Munster's memory nearly consumed him.

He never thought that Munster would remember all the details so clearly, every fragment, every syllable, every touch... In his memory, Munster was full of excitement and enthusiasm for every approach of Rand. Love, so sweet it's like your brains are melting.

Rand felt like his heart was about to explode.

Insufficient blood supply to the brain.

All thoughts and souls fell into fragments into Munster's emotions.

When Rand slowly pulled back his soul from the blank honey-like emotion, he realized that he was entwined with Munster's body when his consciousness was blank.

They fell out of bed and onto the floor, blankets covering them, creating a small, dark enclosure.

And in this space, the air is thick with the smell of roses—different from before, this time the smell of roses comes from Rand himself.

His legs wrapped around Munster's tight and strong waist, and Munster's long tail completely rolled the two of them into one whole.

And their lips were pressed against each other, exchanging wet kisses.

That kind of tongue rubbing, wet kiss full of liquid exchange...

Rand's body jerked violently, and he returned to reality, ending the kiss.

Munster seemed to be still immersed in the sweetness of the kiss. It looked at Rand stupidly, and licked Rand's face with an uncontrollable smirk.

Rand's body shuddered at the wet touch—he soon realized that his consciousness was still affected by that spiritual fusion, and his soul still had that sweet aftertaste, the light glow This small act of Ster can make his body react uncontrollably, and sweet ripples spread throughout his body.

Rand wanted to resist, but the buoyant joy permeating his body was persuading him softly.

Admit it.

He was attracted by Munster.