Chapter 41

In the closed bedroom, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sound of shallow breathing.

For a merman, the bed piled high with thick quilts was like a warm nest. He held the “prey” that had willingly fallen into his trap, greedily breathing in the scent at the other's neck.

The air was damp and sticky, carrying a smell like the sea. It inexplicably brought to mind wet sand battered by the waves, except this wet sand was warm and could even ooze water if squeezed.

Wright became that patch of wet sand.

The merman had him enclosed in his nest, his skin gradually soaked by the waves, even the breath from his nose damp and warm.

In this feverish, constricting embrace, Wright thought he could faintly smell the sea breeze.

It reminded him of the pheromones Cole had once mentioned.

Cole had said that during their courtship period, merfolk secreted a special kind of pheromone to attract a mate, though it was still unclear whether it affected humans.

Wright couldn't tell whether this was pheromones. In the humid heat, his mind had long since become an incoherent mess, and even his body was starting to feel strange.

He stiffened his back, struggling to stay composed...