Chapter 60
Harriet’s pale body flushed entirely red. Ender licked his lips as he traced the dip of Harriet’s waist with his tongue. His cock, buried deep inside, pressed Harriet’s ass against his pelvis, the flesh squeezing tightly together. Dark pubic hair clung to the white perineum, then fell away.
Feeling Harriet’s back muscles tremble, Ender pulled back harder than before. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Harriet’s insides was distinct from pain—it was sharp, almost overwhelming. Ender didn’t stop, thrusting relentlessly, and Harriet’s expression began to crack.
The usual faint, troubled smile vanished, replaced by a twisted, trembling grimace, tongue lolling out as drool dripped down. It was a lewd, vulgar expression—like a noble, beautiful wildflower wilting into something obscene. Above Harriet’s white irises, Ender’s savage grin loomed.
Ah, even like this, my junior is beautiful.
Harriet panted, staring intently at Ender’s face.
“……Does it hurt, Sunbae?”
“……Nngh, ah… it hurts.”
It wasn’t just pain—it was as if every organ inside him was burning. Different from any agony he’d known before, this sensation swept through his entire body. Harriet mumbled through his swollen, reddened lips, his twisted expression sinking deeper into depravity. The sight only made Ender’s cock grow harder.
“……Nngh!”
“……You’re beautiful… Sunbae, so beautiful.”
Ender murmured, his cool fingers tracing the reddened crevice between Harriet’s cheeks. Harriet thought his fierce junior was beautiful, too. With a dazed gaze, he reached up and stroked Ender’s wet face, running his fingers through his black hair before gently brushing his earlobe.
Ender memorized every inch of Harriet’s form as he moved his hips. He grabbed Harriet’s knees, lifting him slightly before driving his cock in deeper. Harriet gasped sharply.
Ender pulled back just enough for the head of his cock to linger at the entrance before slamming in again. Now, the obscene sight of his monstrous cock pistoning in and out of Harriet’s ass was visible even from a distance, his thrusts growing more violent.
“……Ah, ah, aah! E-Ender!”
Harriet clutched the rock in front of him, shaking his head. Ender’s massive cock plunged deep inside, making his body jerk up and down. Ender, intent on burying himself to the hilt, ground his balls against Harriet’s ass, crushing the flesh beneath him as he exhaled raggedly.
Harriet had never known pleasure before—only pain, only suffering. He had learned how to dull those sensations, how to endure them. But this was different. This pleasure was more agonizing than pain itself.
The red flesh stretched around Ender’s cock, sucking it back inside with every thrust. Wet, squelching sounds filled the air.
Ender pinched and twisted Harriet’s sensitive nipples, heightening his arousal. The sight of Harriet beneath him, his cock throbbing painfully, his mind unraveling, was even more breathtaking than anything he’d imagined.
Ah… how can he be this beautiful, even in such disarray?
Overwhelmed, Ender thrust harder. The sound of flesh slapping flesh grew louder, faster. He wanted to give Harriet pleasure, but it seemed the pain still overshadowed everything.
Yet Ender was lost in his own ecstasy, stroking Harriet’s cock. When he rubbed the sensitive spot he’d been eyeing for so long, Harriet’s hips twitched uncontrollably. His shoulders, waist, thighs, and the space between his cheeks flushed red, glistening obscenely. Ender grinned brightly, crushing Harriet even harder beneath him.
Tears welled up in his eyes. The thought of Harriet experiencing something new, panting beneath him, drove him wild.
Sunbae, Sunbae… even crying so vulgarly, you’re beautiful, my merman.
Ender wept as he gripped Harriet’s hair, tangling it between his fingers. His noble sunbae couldn’t be defiled by something like this.
Drool dripped from Harriet’s swollen, tear-streaked face, yet he remained regal and beautiful—a sight Ender had never seen before. His lower abdomen burned again.
“……Take it, hngh, take it, Sunbae. Take all of me……!!”
Ender grabbed Harriet’s hips and lifted him up, folding his body almost in half as his ass left the ground. His thrusts grew even more brutal, like a pestle pounding grain.
“……Ah, aah, mm, ah… h-how…”
A pitiful, mewling sound escaped Harriet’s throat, like a distressed cat. Ender pounded into him, crushing his insides. When he pulled back, it felt like he was being dragged out greedily; when he thrust in, Harriet clenched around him as if rejecting the pain.
Every thick, heavy inch of it sent shivers of ecstasy through Ender. Harriet was his first, his only—he wanted to stain this pale body red.
“……Inside, please.”
Harriet’s lower abdomen bulged with each thrust, as if Ender’s cock were pushing through his organs, stretching his belly from within. His thrusts were that violent.
Pain and heat seared through Harriet’s insides as he nodded weakly, struggling for breath. Taking it as a signal, Ender buried himself deep inside Harriet and trembled.
He wished he had the power to see through Harriet’s body—to watch his white fluid flood those red insides. The thought made his vision blur, his mind threatening to shatter.
Ender came deep inside Harriet, his release filling him with sticky warmth. He gripped Harriet’s reddened chin, locking eyes with him. Harriet was flushed a satisfying, beautiful shade of red.
Ender stuck out his tongue and invaded Harriet’s mouth, swallowing everything inside. He wore an expression of utter satisfaction, like a wild animal that had licked every last bit of meat from its prey’s bones.
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Crackle… crackle…
The noise from the radio was annoying, but not enough to drown out the broadcast. Anschel adjusted the channel as he jogged, collecting information from various sources—preparation for what lay ahead.
After finishing his run, Anschel panted, sweeping his disheveled bangs back. The intense exercise in the sweltering heat left him drenched in sweat. He wiped the stinging sweat from his eyelids with his wrist, catching his breath.
After a quick shower, Anschel put on a black T-shirt and stood in front of the mirror, grabbing wax and gel. He recalled Angela’s repeated complaints—“Can’t you just stop with that stupid 2:8 hair part?!”—and scooped a generous amount of gel into his palm. He styled his hair in the infamous 2:8 part and put on his glasses.
Checking the TV news and newspapers, the research facility’s public opening was still the talk of the town. It made sense—after 20 years, the facility was finally opening its doors to civilians. The rumors swirling around it were wild: some claimed it was a place of horrific live experiments. But Anschel doubted such atrocities could happen in a military research facility right in the middle of the city.
He remembered laughing off similar conspiracy theories he’d read online years ago. Then, suddenly, Harriet Alster came to mind.
Harriet was a man-made merman, a product of military experiments. Technically, he was a victim of live experimentation. But if Harriet himself didn’t seem to mind, Anschel figured the experiments couldn’t have been that bad.
“……Harriet, are you alright?”
Anschel quickened his pace when he spotted the white-haired figure inside the office. Harriet’s hair looked messier than usual, and he sat awkwardly, as if something was wrong. When he noticed Anschel, he lifted his head.
“……Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
“……My insides.”
Anschel immediately wished he hadn’t asked.
Harriet had woken up that morning and stumbled toward the bathroom, blinking several times before stopping in his tracks. A strange, creeping discomfort rose from below, spreading through his legs.
Harriet was the type to not bat an eye even if his body were split in two, but right now, his stomach ached so badly he could barely walk. It was a pain he’d never felt before.
Of course it hurts. Ender’s massive cock pummeled my insides…
Harriet groaned as he barely made it to the bathroom, only to groan again as he left. He wandered around like a sick old dog before collapsing onto the sofa, curling into a ball. He wanted nothing more than to rush to the lakeside and transform back into his merman form.
Unfamiliar with the pain, Harriet kept rubbing his lower abdomen, each step sending a dull, feverish ache through his body. Nothing about this sensation was familiar.
My poor junior really is something else, Harriet thought with a sigh. He realized he’d even shed tears.
After lying still for a while, Harriet finally sat up. Resting seemed to make the pain slightly more bearable. He squinted against the scorching sunlight, still burning fiercely today.
Anschel hurried to his desk, turning on the computer and moving the mouse. As he printed out the morning briefing materials, he scanned the office. Angela was bustling around, her voice ringing out.
“……Captain, do you know where that thing is??”
Harriet was still sprawled on the sofa, rubbing his aching lower abdomen. He lifted his head when Angela spoke, his cane—adorned with a red gem—resting on the table.
“……That thing?”
“……You know, the… weed puller.”
“……Weed puller?”
Angela, frustrated that Harriet wasn’t catching on, fidgeted before clarifying.
“……That thing the tech geek made for us. The old lady next door fell down the mountain because of the weeds!”
Kind-hearted Angela seemed determined to uproot every weed in the mountains and fields, her face alight with passion. Harriet found the sight endearing and smiled faintly.
“……Did you check the storage?”
“……No, I’ll go look.”
Angela’s earlobes flushed slightly, as if she hadn’t thought to check the storage herself. She quickly turned and dashed out the door.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
