Female Novel
Chapter 211
“That was why I had deliberately allowed myself to be caught, and I realized that you were looking at
me as if I was a stranger. I was very jealous at the time, Linda, and had almost lost my sanity because
of it, wanting nothing less than to make you completely mine in my frenzy. I was in heat, and yet you
actually had the guts to approach me in the middle of me, teasing me so seductively—how could I stop
myself from devouring you? I started to scheme through the days and night to defile you, yearning that
you were an immature juvenile. That was why I started to use your curiosity against you…“
At those words, Dicken’s lips curled up evilly and his tongue poked out to lick it, as if he was feeling
smug about his perfect plan.
“You bastard…“ I couldn’t help pulling his ear, only for him to pin it down over my head. His tonguenovelbin
slithered from my chin to my cheek as he smooched me there firmly, keeping his lips close to my skin
even as he breathed, “There was even less chance of me letting you leave after you completely
became mine —your scent, actions, facial expressions, and your very body intoxicates me. Even if how
scared you look made me aware that I was out of line, I just couldn’t help wanting to violate you
repeatedly like a juvenile seed…“
“I don’t know how it goes for humans, but once our kind matures, we would venture into a stable phase,
and would only react impulsively towards a specific mate… and that was especially the truth for me, the
most ancient Black Scale King. I would never mate, and can only extend my bloodline by releasing my
Yiki.“
Dicken looked beneath himself pointedly just then— his rock-hard member was touching me between
my legs, as if to make evident the impulse he had just mentioned. In response, my ears felt as if they
were burning, and I swallowed.
Then, Dicken leaned in beside my ear and continued to whisper, “And yet, even though I had released
my Yiki to other people… I had only ever felt those impulses towards you alone.“
My heart began to pound wildly as my head hummed. I watched as he reached inside his trench coat
and took out an object, and my eyes widened in disbelief at him when I saw what it was.
It was my diary—the one I threw off David’s ship, the one where I had written a year’s worth of entries
about my search for Dicken.
“If the answer is what you wanted to hear, then yes, Linda—I love you.“
I felt the water current among me surging even as Dicken quietly breathed those words. Then, I felt a
mystifying sensation streaming within my heart, and it seemed to spread over every hair follicle, leaving
my body burning intensely.
I had heard those three words in countless movies, literature, and occasionally overheard my friends
saying it to their lovers. It was the most entrancing words of sentiment in this world, but it was
constantly used in deceit as well. As a person uninterested in such sentiments, I had never cared for
those words, let alone allowed myself to be moved—but once Dicken spoke them into my ear, I felt as if
my entire being had erupted, that I had been teetering over a cliff and fallen into his embrace in the
next instant.
“What about you, Linda? My runt?“ Dicken nuzzled his chin tenderly against my cheek, his firm chest
plastered against my soft breasts to pin me against the doorway, his hand groping without restraint
over my bottom. “Answer me—do you love me? Or do you still fear me?“
Oh my god… Someone save me! I had never imagined that I would have to speak such bare n*ked
words of sentiment with this vile, ferocious mermaid! It was just so bizarre!
I had no idea where he had learned this either. Perhaps he had mastered it in the period he integrated
himself in human society, but despite the cringe, him saying those words were far more irresistible to
me than from some rich CEO or gentleman. Even if I would admit that I am numb towards sentiments,
he could well melt my heart right then.
My lips parted, and yet I was suddenly an infant incapable of proper speech, only managing to
stammer gibberish, “Uh, maybe, well, I think…“
“No maybes, Linda. I want a proper answer, “ Dicken whispered threateningly into my ear.