Mermaid Effect

Vol1

"God, you need to see a doctor."

Standing in the bathroom of Rand's house, Rogers took a step back, pointed at the pile of things on the floor (technically, Rand's skin), and let out a long gasp.

Rand stood behind him with his arms crossed, his face very ugly.

"I don't think going to the hospital will be useful, and, even if I go to the hospital... I don't think my problem will be like a scratch. The doctor will give you stitches and you can go. They will Do a series of inspections for me, and it takes enough time for the guys around my apartment to find me. Vincent is not in a good condition now, and I don't want to cause him any more trouble, even if it is public opinion of……"

Rand said word by word, slowly.

In the news this morning, Vincent Sievers' illness was once again brought up for discussion, and there were malicious speculations about whether he was using his illness to avoid the world's treatment of him and the tragedy his family had suffered exploration.

This guess made Rand furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Only time is the best solution to the predicament they are suffering now, and as time goes by, those guys will always find other unlucky ghosts to continue their carnival.Rand must maintain the current state of silence, he is clearly aware of this.

"But, this is really wrong, I think my skin is getting goosebumps. Are you sure you don't..."

"Actually, I'm fine now."

Rand rubbed his temples and said wearily.

Apart from the insomnia caused by his mental stress, his body feels normal, even better than before.

"Well, since you insist." Rogers shrugged his shoulders, "So, you called me here just to show me your... er... cuticles?"

Then Rogers saw that Rand's face became more terrifying than before.

"I actually want you to do me a favor... I want you to take care of me...Munster."

"What? No! Absolutely not!"

Rogers jumped up as if seeing a big monster, and ran towards the door.

A scaled tail hangs from the ceiling, and a little monster that has been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two exudes an extremely gloomy aura.

Rogers was even prepared to be attacked by the opponent, but to his surprise, the monster didn't show much (although every cell in its body was interpreting the word "sorrow").

If it wasn't for its unreasonable appearance, even Rogers couldn't help but feel soft for it. Even if it is the most unlovable dog in the shelter, if it can do what Munster is now, it can Easily adopted.

"I know that friends are supposed to help each other, but Munster... I really don't think it would be a good thing for me to 'take care' of it. Have you forgotten what happened before? Honestly every time I go I felt some tremors in my calves when I entered your house."

Rogers had his back pressed against the door panel, a deliberate look of fear on his face.

"I'm sorry, Rogers, but I..."

Rand opened his lips, he didn't know how to speak.

He unconsciously shifted his gaze to the direction of Munster, its strong body, shiny hair, sharp minions...

"Oh shit."

Rand suddenly regained his senses with a wit, and let out a curse.

See, that's why he wanted to get away from Munster for a while.

Rand felt some strange changes in his body.

Very, very strange change.

Vol2

eight hours ago-

Rand and Munster lay on the bed together.

That's right, although for a person who has just experienced a high fever, he may need a dry quilt more, but Munster's cold body temperature and slightly fishy body odor at this moment miraculously relieved Lan who was in anxiety. De felt at ease.

Perhaps it was because it had been with him for some time in the past.Familiarity is always reassuring—Rand thought.Therefore, he acquiesced in Munster's behavior of carrying him to the bed, and then quietly occupying the other side of the bed.

It stretched its arms behind Rand's neck, bringing his face to his right chest.The not-so-small double bed was fully occupied by the bodies of the two, (of course, mainly Munster, his long tail is very bulky even when coiled up) Rand's legs had to be bent and pressed against the Above its tail, the sole of his other foot was covered by Munster's broad caudal fin.

What shocked Rand was that despite the awkward posture, he felt surprisingly good.

There is something wonderfully soothing about Munster's icy body temperature and his much slower heartbeat than a human's.

Safe, Comfortable, Calm...

It's hard to describe how Rand feels now.

He closed his eyes uncontrollably, and the anxiety that had burned his heart like a flame before was gradually extinguished in his chest.

"Rand?"

Munster whispered cautiously over his head.

Perhaps because the spirit was too comfortable, Rand did not answer him this time.

A few seconds later, Munster seemed to have obtained tacit approval. It stretched out its fingers, and pressed its cold fingertips on Rand's scalp. Its fingertips wrapped around Rand's hair, and then slowly slid down .

Its movements were jerky and tentative at first, but gradually it became more relaxed, and Rand felt its fingers running across his cheeks and behind his ears.

This kind of behavior has a wonderful ambiguous atmosphere-Rand feels a little embarrassed, and hesitates whether he should wake up and stop Munster's behavior.

It was also at this time that Rand heard Munster's singing.

The voice has no fixed rhythm or melody, let alone lyrics, but there are deep and strong emotions overflowing in the vibration of the vocal cords.

Like a fountain shimmering in the moonlight, strong love flowed into Rand's heart along the track of the voice.

His soul became light, as if he had fallen into a dream flowing with honey.

Before he knew it, his arm was already on Munster's shoulder.

Oh Munster...

Rand could clearly feel Munster's tail wrapped around him, and they hugged each other.

"Pounding... Pounding..."

His and Munster's heartbeats gradually overlapped as if following a certain rhythm.

The quilt fell off the bed at some point, and the silver moonlight shone on them.

The scales on Munster's tail became abnormally smooth, reflecting the moonlight in the dark room like a mirror, and the tiny lights in the shadows flickered like waves on the water.

The strong rose smell mixed with the fishy smell of water, even the air seemed to have turned into some kind of jelly, squeezing Munster and Rand together viscously.

Rand didn't know how he opened his eyes.

He just remembered staring at Munster ecstatically, smiling at it, running his fingers over its ear spines.

He was just so close to kissing it, and he could feel the longing inside himself.

However, a clear sound of a motor suddenly passed under Peachtree Street (it might be a little gangster riding a motorcycle for a stroll late at night)——

Rand woke up.

He let out a gasp and fell out of bed in shock.

"Rand..."

Munster's singing stopped abruptly, and he poked his head out of the bed, looking a little dazed.

"stay away from me!"

Rand growled at it in horror.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"God, what the hell am I doing..."

His voice was hoarse, his fists were clenched, and his nails dug into his palm like blades.

That magnificent dream became Rand's hell in the moment of waking up.

He couldn't believe that the person who was entangled with Munster on the bed just now was himself... He even wanted to kiss it...

Rand retched because of his behavior just now.

Munster slid down the bed in fright, and it leaned in front of Rand, a little at a loss.

"Rand?"

And its gaze was as innocent as ever. It reached out to hug Rand, but it only got a trembling rejection from the other side.

Rand opened its hand.

"Do not touch me!"

He jumped up and took several steps back.

Munster was undoubtedly hurt by his behavior. It maintained the posture of reaching out, and it took a few seconds to slowly retract its hand as if it had reacted.

"I...did I do something wrong?" It stared nervously at Rand, with an undisguised tension in its voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't...I shouldn't have woken you...I didn't Should sing...I'm sorry, but I can't help it, it just popped out of my throat..."

It couldn't help but approach Rand again.

Rand didn't know if it was because he was too sensitive. When Munster approached him, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on its body again.

Those wonderful muscles and sharp claws, and healthy, shimmering scales.

Rand stumbled out of the room.

He felt extremely ashamed and desperate because of his thoughts at that moment.

God, his brain must be broken.

He locked himself in the bathroom and poured cold water directly on his head, trying to get some clarity—and figure out what was going on.

He swears that he is definitely not the kind of person with strange sexual fetishes, at least in the first 30 years of his life, he has never discovered any dark preferences in himself.

But from that high fever, or from that hallucination in the hospital, everything changed.

Rand realized that he was somehow, perhaps, beginning to be attracted to Munster.

Recalling his ambiguous behavior with Munster on the bed just now, Rand almost wanted to shoot himself in the head.

Munster didn't even understand what the actions, the kisses, the physical entanglement meant.

To some extent, its ignorance made Rand's conscience even more condemned.

Before figuring out what was going on with all this, Rand felt that maybe he should separate from Munster for a while.

At least, for Munster's safety, he should.

Vol3

There are very few people who can take Munster in. To be correct, there is only one, and that is Rogers.

But facing Rogers, Rand couldn't tell him the real reason for doing this anyway.

"I can't do this, Rand, I don't know what happened between you and your little pet, I can't help you for the sake of my life... I think this earth can control it You are the only one left, so whatever the problem is, work on it! For the sake of the 60 billion humans on Earth!"

Rogers spread his hands and categorically rejected Rand.

"Rogers, listen to me—"

Rand took a step forward, he still wanted to make some efforts, but was suddenly interrupted by Rogers.

"Wait, Rand, wait a minute, what happened to your eyes?"

He stared at Rand's face and shouted in shock.

"Eye?"

Rand asked in puzzlement.

Rogers pulled out his vanity mirror from his pocket, and Rand saw his own reflection.

"Oh, God……"

He reached out and touched his eyelids in disbelief, and murmured.

Rand noticed an inexplicable change in his pupils.

They became olive-shaped like lizards.