Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Eve's Acceptance
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That evening, when I stopped by the bathhouse again, Celu sniffed at me, perhaps catching Eve's scent, and asked,
"How'd it go?"
"Ah, still working on convincing her. Looks like she'll need a bit more loving care to blend into human society."
"Loving care, huh... Only a Great Heavenly God Church priest would say that."
"Celu, you know about the Great Heavenly God Church?"
"One of the sailors was a believer. Told me if I found religion, I'd quit all this crap."
"What happened?"
"Eve overheard and made a bet. Said if their god was real, he'd save the guy even if he drowned upside down in the sea. So she dunked him headfirst into the ocean."
"Did he make it out?"
"Nah. Got chomped by a passing shark. That's why I don't buy into the Great Heavenly God Church."
"That's not how religion works."
"Heh... Whatever. A god who doesn't help when I'm shark food is useless to me. I'd rather trust my own daughter."
I sank deep into the bath, letting out a sigh. I wasn't exactly a proper man of the cloth myself, so I didn't feel like debating religion. Celu crawled out of her tub, sidled up close to mine, and gently licked my forearm.
"Wanna do it again tonight?"
Celu's eyes gleamed with lust. I had no reason to refuse. That night, a few more scales stuck to my thigh.
In the original story, Eve was riddled with insecurities. Traumatized by slave hunters in her childhood, she hated human men and despised her mixed-blood appearance. But the hero protagonist praised her looks during some intense power sex, pulling her out of her hate-filled life to become one of his wives.
But in this twisted world I'd landed in, things between Eve and the hero were at rock bottom—and I hadn't meddled at all. With the hero ignoring Erina and nowhere near Eve, maybe showering her with love and pulling her into my arms was the right play?
Digging through kingdom laws, I found no clause banning marriage to mermaids. Even as the hero who defeated the Demon King and a Great Heavenly God Church priest leader, pleading for the life of a rootless half-mermaid pirate with no ties would be impossible. Half-baked scandals stirred more trouble than romance.
I needed something dramatic—circumstances unique enough to sway judges or public opinion. A priest leader smitten with a mermaid pirate, vowing to take responsibility for her life? Romantic as hell.
The next day in the underground dungeon, Eve sat primly with her legs pressed together, stealing glances at me. I sat facing her across the iron bars and asked,
"Thought it over?"
"You... You're really serious?"
"About what?"
"About marrying me. I'm trash from the gutter—what if I stab you and bolt?"
"You that disloyal?"
"Fuck! No games—answer straight! Even a piece-of-shit like me... you'd marry me?"
Words were just noise. Actions spoke louder than a thousand promises. I unlocked the cell door and slipped inside. Eve looked up at me, tension plain on her face.
I pulled her into a hug and kissed her.
"Mmph... mmn..."
Eve flailed in surprise but didn't pull away. Wary of her sharp teeth, I held back my tongue at first, but she parted her lips, accepting the kiss. Cautiously, I slid my tongue inside.
Her razor-sharp teeth grazed mine—a kiss with a bear trap. One slip, and she'd shred it. My tongue probed smoothly into her mouth, and Eve wrapped hers around mine. After a long tangle of tongues and shared saliva, I slowly pulled back. Eve licked her glistening lips, face flushed crimson.
I tasted a faint metallic tang on my tongue. Kissing someone with fangs like that was pushing it. Careful not to bleed more, I hooked my hand under her chin and stroked her hair.
"Convinced now?"
"...You crazy bastard. Fuck, I don't like you. I like girls, remember? Once I'm free and married to you, I'll fuck every woman in this territory. Got it?"
"Why do you keep putting yourself down?"
I asked. Eve scowled.
"What?"
"Why trash yourself like that? You really think you're garbage who only likes women and nothing else? Doesn't seem that way to me."
"Fuck... fuck you... you goddamn holy-rolling prick..."
Eve turned away, spitting curses. I forced her head back around. Her ears burned red as she avoided my eyes. I asked,
"You hate me?"
"...Fuck yeah I do, you shit. Hear that? I fucking hate you."
"I think you're gorgeous. Pretty face, big tits..."
"Die! You fucking bitch, die!"
Mentioning her chest size was a mistake. Eve thrashed and kicked wildly. Losing balance mid-kick from her seated position, she toppled over. I mounted her and caressed her cheek.
"Fuck! Get off! Come on, you bitch! Get off!"
"We're getting married—gotta consummate on night one."
"What the hell?! Fuck... you fucker! Get off!"
I silenced her with another kiss. For all her biting threats, she resisted less when I kissed or touched her. But fearing she'd really chomp my tongue this time, I kept it out. After sucking her lips long and hard, I pulled back.
"I really do think you're pretty."
"...For real?"
"Dead serious. Fucking beautiful. Tits are huge too."
"...Fuck, you always gotta add that one line."
Eve muttered, looking away. I undid the chains around her legs, loosening them up to her waist. She eyed me warily.
"You sure? Really sure?"
"About what?"
"I'm fucking hideous, okay? If you run after seeing this, I'll kill you for real. Got it?"
I didn't reply. Even as I unbuckled my belt, she didn't resist much. Was the helpless situation breaking her spirit?
I slid her pants down slowly. Her toned abs peeked from under her ridden-up shirt, making me swallow hard. Cotton panties shyly covered her mound. Blushing with shame, she clamped her thighs and turned her head.
Her firm thighs were paler and softer than I'd imagined. Pausing midway, I massaged them gently. Eve let out a shaky breath, watching.
After kneading her thighs awhile, I resumed pulling down her pants. The tough leather stretched surprisingly well, sliding off smoothly. As I tugged from the knees, scales-covered knees emerged.
Eve gazed up with a dizzy expression. I was startled by how grotesque her legs looked—worse than expected—but managed to keep my face neutral. Below the knees, they were like a human-shaped fish. Seeing it in game CG was one thing; reality hit different.
Her shins were bumpy with protruding scales. I removed her shoes. Her feet had webbing and sharp claws. Touching them made her flinch.
"Gross, right?"
Eve asked. As I stroked her legs carefully, she kept rambling excitedly.
"You saw it. Fucking gross, yeah? No way you'd wanna fuck this. Scales shedding everywhere, a pain to clean. People'll point fingers—'Crazy pervert banging a slave-born mongrel freak.'"
My hand trailed her thigh. She'd been spewing self-loathing curses, but now she fell silent, trembling. In one swift motion, I yanked off her panties. She twisted in shock but couldn't cover herself with bound arms.
"Doesn't matter."
Honestly, fucking mermaids already—what was scales from the knees? I straddled her and undid my pants. Eve stared in flustered panic, then looked away and muttered,
"Fucking pervert."
A beauty like Eve cursing me? Kinda hot scenario. I touched the eyepatch over one eye. She squirmed to avoid it, hating the contact.
"We doing this? Cool?"
I fully dropped my pants, revealing my throbbing cock, and asked. Eve stared at it, then at me, and said,
"...Do what you want."
Permission granted. I thrust into her without hesitation. Her tight slit resisted at first. Right at her entrance, I realized I needed lube. Rummaging my pocket, I remembered the aphrodisiac and poured it on my dick.
"Eugh..."
"Wh-what?"
Eve, head turned and missing the action, panicked at my weird groan. The aphrodisiac hit instantly—intense pleasure surged through my cock, impossible to hold back. Panting, I pressed against her pussy again.
"Mmn... ngh..."
Eve grimaced and writhed as my cock pierced her. The aphrodisiac lubed perfectly; I sank fully in with little resistance.
"Haa... uhn... ah..."
Eve took it like a pro, used to the dildos from her belly scars. She sighed hotly, head dipping. Her insides were softer than expected, with perfect tightness.
"Haa... ah... mm... mmn..."
Her pussy walls clung stickily with every thrust, textured and gripping. Her juices, the aphrodisiac, and my cock churned into lewd symphony. Her faint sighs turned to strange moans.
"Haa... ha... what... hng... weird... ah..."
I skipped mentioning the aphrodisiac. My dick was rock-hard, driving me mad too. Couldn't risk seeming premature on our first time. To last, I moved my hips slow and steady.
"Ngh... ah... aa... aang... this... hng..."
Eve bit her lip, moaning. Half-mermaid, not pure, so the drug worked somewhat. Eyes shut, she savored it, hips starting to match my rhythm.
"Aa... ngh... ah... feels... good... never... like this... aang..."
I circled my hips around hers, stirring her gripping walls, churning her depths. Chained, she could only tilt her head back, enduring the pleasure.
"Ah...! Ang! Th-that... aa...! ...Good..."
Eve writhed on the edge. I couldn't hold back either. My slow control shattered; I pounded her wildly.
Splat-splat—flesh slapped wetly against flesh. Each thigh smack drew lost moans from her. I slammed down hard, ravaging her freely.
"Aat! Ah! Aaa! Good...! Keep... going...! Yes...! Ang...!"
"You're mine now? Got it?"
I gripped her head and pistoned relentlessly. Whispering in her ear, she nodded blankly at the ceiling, lost in ecstasy.
As drool trickled from her gasping mouth, I hit my limit. One final deep thrust—I hugged her tight. Eve screamed, legs kicking straight in climax.
"Aa... aaah... aat...!"
I unleashed the biggest load of my life inside her. Eve shuddered, savoring the fill. Holding her long after, I kissed her again. Sweat-drenched, she looked at me and said,
"...If you ditch me, I'll kill you."
No plans to. But... do I really have to marry her?