Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: A Proposal in Chains
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Eve, locked away in the underground dungeon and bound in heavy iron chains, was forced to eat her meals like a dog.
She glared at me with a scowl as she tore into her bread, face smashed against the filthy floor.
She spat the chunk from her mouth onto the ground and snapped at me.
"What the fuck? You here 'cause you're curious how a mermaid half-breed eats?"
She clearly had a ton of gripes about her prison accommodations.
I locked the dungeon door behind me and silently swung open the cell bars.
Eve looked startled as I approached. She thrashed back, pulling away as far as she could, eyes wary.
It was a far cry from her majestic poise atop the waves—fear flickered in her gaze now.
"W-what? What the hell? You bitch! What do you want?!"
Her mouth was foul, but she kept retreating as I closed in without a word.
Just like the saying goes: the younger and weaker the pup, the louder it barks.
I stroked her hair and asked,
"Ever thought about converting to the Great Heavenly God Church?"
"What?"
Eve shook her head to fend off my touch, then stared at me in shock.
Seizing the moment, I kept petting her hair.
I'd expected dried seaweed or a mop-head texture, but it was surprisingly silky.
She froze for a beat before snapping out of it and jerking her head back. I clicked my tongue and continued.
"If I wanna keep you alive, you need to prove you're gonna repent nicely and live clean from now on. Converting to the Great Heavenly God Church and swearing to be a devout believer? That'd be the perfect excuse...."
"Just convert, and you'll let me go?"
"Nah. Not letting you go—you'd join me as a follower of the Great Heavenly God Church and carry on with religious activities together."
"You want me to play holy roller? Fuck, don't you church freaks hunt mermaids? Those bastards skin us alive for their holy book covers. Their doctrine says breeding mermaids is a no-no, so they just peel the hide off right there and kill you. Fuck! Got it? I'm not becoming some zealot, so shove it up your ass."
"Guess dying's your only option then...."
Eve flinched at that, then bared her teeth and started howling again.
Another reminder of the old proverb: corner a dog, and it'll bark even louder.
"Kill me then! Do it, you bitch!"
I shook my head firmly. I couldn't just kill her because she asked—no way.
I had way too many things I wanted to do with Eve.
Speaking concretely, a whole bunch of positions.
"No can do. Your mom begged me, offering her body and all."
"W-what? What the fuck did you say?"
"Your mom offered her body and begged me to take good care of you."
"What the fuck, you bitch? Say that again! What'd you do with my mom?!"
"Your mom's smoking hot."
"You fucker!"
Eve's face flushed beet red as she unleashed a torrent of curses.
Her mom seemed super open-minded, but how the hell did she end up with a kid like this?
After a solid minute of profanity, Eve panted heavily, glaring daggers at me.
"You think I'd hand my mom over to a scumbag like you?"
"What's stopping you? What're you gonna do about it? You're stuck there, can't move. You can't beat me in a fight either."
Mermaids were worthless out of water—worse than a hedgehog.
No legs, just a fish tail, so no speed on land. Stats halved by terrestrial debuff, and prolonged time ashore brought dehydration.
Eve was no different—stats tanked, so she just glared without challenging me.
She'd gotten her face smashed not long ago for mouthing off.
"The longer you stay stubborn and holed up here, the more nights I'll spend with your mom. So? What'll it be? Convert with me and study Great Heavenly God Church scriptures? Or just listen to the sounds of me banging your mom from in here?"
"...Fuckin' asshole. Any hole's good enough as long as it's there, huh?"
Honestly? Yeah.
If it had a hole and a pretty face, I'd consider it even with six legs.
I eyed Eve up and down and nodded.
"Yep."
"Hah, fuck... seriously...."
Eve was still mulling it over.
Watch me fool around with Selu? Or convert to the Great Heavenly God Church and live in the territory?
Life-or-death dilemma for her.
"Or wanna marry me?"
"W-what?"
Eve stared at me, flustered.
I'd tossed it out casually, not expecting such a reaction—threw me off my rhythm.
Her pale skin flushed crimson as she whipped her head side to side, then yelled at me.
"You crazy bastard!"
"Crazy how? Listen up. Marry me, and you're the lord's wife. Free to move around. No slavery. Plus, if you're my wife, you think I'd touch your mom?"
"I'd have to fuck you, you prick!"
Eve screamed, face blazing red again.
I nodded.
Poking at her cleavage through the chain gaps, I said,
"Think about it. Your mom's sacrificing her body for you—meanwhile, you'd just lounge easy? Or wanna be my adopted daughter? Your mom's hot and great in bed. I'll marry Selu instead, you be my kid."
"Ah... you fuckin' prick...."
"Pick one. Wife or daughter?"
"Fuck... fuck... you dog... piece of shit...."
Eve muttered every curse in the book, head hung low.
I waited for her decision.
After an eternity of agonizing, she looked up, huffing.
"If I become your wife, you leave my mom alone?"
"Depends on how you perform."
"You fuck! You toying with me?!"
"Clergy can't lie."
"Aaaargh!"
Eve finally exploded in frustration, her glare promising decapitation if not for the chains.
I kneaded her thigh and said,
"Hey, I'll decide after seeing how cooperative you are in bed. Even you wouldn't enjoy a partner lying there like a mannequin, right?"
"Fuck... take your hands off, asshole. Before I bite 'em off."
"So, no? Guess I'll go fuck your mom then."
"Ah... fuck... wait. Why'd you even propose marriage? You could've just forced me down and taken me—I couldn't fight back."
Eve grumbled, then hit me with a sudden question.
From her view, these terms must've seemed bizarre.
Thinking about it, yeah.
I told her,
"Selu said take good care of you. Treat you nice."
"Don't say her name."
"She'll be 'our' mom soon enough."
"Fuck! You're pissing me off so bad! Aaaargh!"
Eve thrashed and rolled on the floor, screaming, then hauled herself up.
Her ragged breaths and flushed cheeks looked kinda cute.
I said,
"Cute."
"Cute my ass—my legs are fish from the knees down. Webbed feet, scales, the works. What the hell made you propose? I'm a fuckin' nothing. Mermaid mutt with ugly legs, sharp teeth, scary face. And 'cause my mom asked you to look after me, boom—marriage? What's wrong with your head? You fuck fish when you jerk off or what?"
"You think I'd fuck a fish? I got standards. If you don't meet 'em, I won't touch."
Eve stared at me blankly.
I poked her cheek and said,
"To me, you're cute."
"W-what the! Fuck! Crazy bastard! Get out! Scram!"
Her face exploded like a ripe tomato as she scrambled back, kicking debris at me from the cell—buckets, rocks, whatever.
I dodged the junk flying my way, then locked the bars again.
Waving at Eve, I said,
"See ya later, Eve."
"Fuck! Pick one—respectful or casual, asshole!"
"Sure, see ya."
"Don't come back! Get lost and die!"
Eve huddled in the corner, head down, shaking it side to side in confusion.
I stepped out, suppressing the goosebumps prickling my skin.
The second the dungeon door shut, I scratched myself silly and yelled alone.
"Uwaaaah! Fuck! 'To me, you're cute'—fuck! Fuck!"
In the original story, conquering Eve hinged on two things.
One: overwhelming technique for pleasure torture.
Two: Praising her looks, since she had a massive complex about her appearance.
I'd showered her with skin-crawling compliments, planning to ease into sex slowly.
Marriage was meant for a proper nun like Sieri, but life's unpredictable.
Polygamy's legal anyway.