The merman, my man

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 126 Dicken drew his tongue out and licked his greasy

lips, exposing his sharp teeth in displeasure. When he saw the remaining grilled fish in my hand, he got a sad expression on his face. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw his expressions. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the fork in my hand.

But Dicken didn't seem to get what was so amusing about it. He shifted his gaze away from the grilled fish and toward me as if observing a parent teasing their child. In the corner of his mouth, an arc formed. I noticed a flash in his eyes as if he was planning an act of revenge on the disobedient child.

I had to stop laughing quickly. I'd almost forgotten he was a heinous beast! Every time I was with him, I stood to lose!

"This is how you hold a fork, Dicken."

To divert Dicken's attention away from my body, I immediately put on a serious expression. I grabbed his webbed claw, slid the fork between his curled fingers, and clenched them in a grasping motion. "Then you must eat like this. Observe my movement.

I lowered my head and reached for the grilled fish." This is how we eat," I said as I took a small bite of the fish from the side with my teeth and carefully spit out the fishbone from my mouth. Is it a little difficult?"

I couldn't wait to see Dicken's reaction after speaking.

He nodded as if he was interested in how I ate. Then he raised his other webbed claw and caressed my lips, wiping away the residues. He stuck out his tongue to lick my lips and looked at me with satisfaction as if he had tasted the world's most delectable dishes, followed by an erotic smile.

My pupils dilated as I stared at him. My face instantly turned bright red. I wanted to flee right away, but his webbed claw caught my feet as I lifted them.

Then he looked lustfully at my moving feet. I dared not to move in his presence. My body stiffened.

I couldn't get away, and I couldn't struggle. I was very familiar with him. What a beast! Struggling could only make him more ecstatic. And I had no doubt that he'd directly press on me and r*pe me in front of my classmates!

Thinking about this, I could only pretend that I had no intention of fleeing. So I sat down and leaned forward to take a few more bites of the grilled fish he was holding in his webbed claw. Dicken did feel a little better now. He let go of my legs, lowered his head, imitated my movements, and began eating.

He held the fork in the manner I had shown him earlier. Then he looked at me and monitored how I ate. With his thin lips, he bit a small piece of fish;

however, he didn't chew and swallowed it whole down his long throat.

I couldn't help but be taken aback by this scene. Dicken's eating manners were as charming as the French gentleman's if he didn't stick his tongue out or lick his lips all the time. Licking his lips gave him the appearance of an old pervert looking for a date at the banquet.

'Uh, date...'

My nerves were jabbed when I said the word subconsciously. I couldn't sit still because I wanted to run away again. It was awkward because Dicken and I were secretly eating grilled fish by the pool, under the moonlight in the woods, at this very moment, it appeared that we were on a date.