It’s okay because it’s not human
Chapter 133: Mermaid’s Egg (2)

Chapter 133: Mermaid's Egg (2)

‘Didn’t they say mermaids give birth to live offspring before?’

I wasn’t sure if they simply referred to eggs as ova, but I could feel the entrance of her uterus slowly opening past the head of my cock. Instead of pulling out deeply to stimulate her entrance, I submerged Mary’s upper body in the bathtub to keep her from escaping. Then, slightly adjusting the angle, I inserted my cock deeply once again.

“Huuuhhhh…”

As the barrier that had been blocking my glans opened, I could feel a sticky internal organ filled with fluids pressing against the tip.

‘This feels looser than a typical uterus…’

Although her vaginal structure was horizontal, her uterus above it gradually opened up, accommodating my glans. As the entrance began to twitch and contract, it started swallowing the head of my cock bit by bit.

At that moment, I realized—

‘This is the real reproductive organ of a mermaid…!’

This was her true reproductive system.

“Hiiiihhh…!”

Mary’s tail bent at the middle, folding as if she were kneeling. She pulled it back strongly, causing the angle to shift slightly. This change in the vaginal structure created a swirling sensation, tightening around me and allowing my glans to reach the deepest part.

With her tail rising, Mary’s head ended up submerged in the water. However, as a mermaid, she seemed more comfortable underwater, even appearing calm. Her panting ceased as she lay submerged, staring at me with a mixture of fear and trust in her eyes.

As a man, I had to live up to her expectations.

Squelch…

When I finally pushed my glans in as far as it would go, Mary’s folded tail opened wide, spreading out like a peacock’s feathers. The translucent, shimmering fins emitted a faintly beautiful glow. At the same time, something started to emerge from her reproductive system—a round, soft object pressing against the tip of my cock.

Judging by the size of the object, slightly larger than an egg and almost a perfect sphere, I instinctively understood what it was as soon as it touched my glans.

‘An egg…?’

It was unmistakably an egg.

Mary’s body was currently laying a real mermaid’s egg.

However, unlike ordinary fish that lay numerous eggs, Mary’s body seemed to ovulate only a few at a time, likely due to her humanoid physiology.

[It’s… coming out…]

Mary’s voice resonated through the water, conveyed not through sound but through vibrations that reached my skin. Unlike Fiona, the dolphin-like mermaid who communicated via ultrasound, Mary’s voice felt like a natural racial ability rather than magic.

“Is it alright if we keep going?”

In response to my question, she reached out her hand from under the water. I dipped my hand into the bath and held hers at the surface, interpreting her gesture as consent. With that, I slowly began moving my cock that was buried deep within her.

‘These eggs are larger than I thought.’

Carefully, I moved to avoid damaging the eggs, keeping my motions gentle. As her uterus—or rather, her egg sac—contracted, the eggs became firmly fixed in place. It was unclear whether this movement was a conscious effort or a natural instinct, but Mary’s calm expression as she clung to me suggested both were possible.

With each slow thrust, my cock pressed deeper into her body, nudging the eggs aside. As I pulled out, the eggs returned to their original positions. Thankfully, the eggs she had just laid weren’t fragile enough to break from a mere touch. Instead, they shifted gently, blending with the sticky internal fluids as I moved.

‘The texture of these eggs… feels amazing.’

The artificial “mermaid eggs” extracted from merfolk before were unpleasant and reeked of fish, but these real eggs, freshly laid by Mary, were truly mesmerizing. The sensation was so enthralling that I felt myself becoming addicted.

As I thrust into her egg sac, Mary clung tightly to my hand, her nails digging into my skin. She was entirely dependent on me, her expression a mixture of trust and slight fear. To put her at ease, I synchronized my pace with her reactions, fully savoring the feel of her egg sac.

[My belly… It feels like the eggs are mixing inside…!]

The smooth surface of the eggs reminded me of the sensation I felt when using Mollang. Reflexively, my cock responded to the stimulation, aroused not only by the physical sensation but also by the knowledge that Mary had ovulated these eggs because of her arousal. After days of pent-up frustration, I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Moreover, her egg sac began to tighten, the eggs clustering together and encircling the head of my cock. While the warm, smooth walls of her vagina stimulated my shaft, the scales at her entrance brushed against my skin, further heightening my pleasure. Her entrance gripped me tightly, as if demanding that I release everything inside.

‘What happens if I ejaculate…?’

Mermaids are known to reproduce with humans.

This implies that mermaids, as a species, are capable of mating with humans to ensure their survival. Considering their humanoid features, it seemed likely that their bodies were biologically compatible with humans.

However, the eggs were already firmly positioned at the entrance of her egg sac. The scales and the opening clenched tightly, making it impossible for me to withdraw.

But that was a secondary concern.

[Fill me, fill me, fill me, fill me…]

With such a beautiful woman clinging to me and pleading with her eyes, how could any man resist?

In the end, I released the thick, viscous semen I had been holding back for days, pumping it directly into her egg sac with my cock buried deep inside.

Squelch…!

The powerful contractions of her egg sac squeezed my cock tightly, ensuring every drop of semen was expelled. The sticky fluid quickly filled the narrow confines of her egg sac, seeping into the spaces between the eggs. Within moments, her egg sac was entirely saturated, the previously empty gaps now filled with my cum.

Her back arched as if it would break, her tail stiffening in an instant. Like before, when she tried to blast away the bathtub during her solo sessions, she almost did it again. But this time, I was holding her down on top of her, stabilizing the situation. The tub rocked violently but didn’t flip over, trapping her within it.

In other words, I was now forcing a mermaid to climax inside a narrow bathtub.

[The hot seed of life... it's mixing with the eggs inside meee...]

Experiencing her first orgasm and feeling the mixture of eggs and semen within her belly, Mary was overwhelmed with confusion. I gently took her hands, kissed her underwater, and reassured her, calming her down as her breathing quickened.

Splurt... Splurrrt...!

The semen that had been stored in my balls was now completely released, filling her egg chamber to its brim. Even after overflowing and beginning to spill out, her body wouldn’t let go of my tip until I was utterly drained.

Pop.

The tight grip her egg chamber had on my cock finally relaxed, her slick, scaly entrance loosening its hold as well. Even the ridges along her vaginal opening, which had been fully erected moments ago, softened and retracted. What had been a tight, relentless grip eased, allowing me to withdraw from her with surprising ease.

The semen that couldn’t fit into her egg chamber trickled out from between her slit, only to be washed away by the bathwater. Watching that, I became fully aware of what I had just done.

Gulp.

In the cramped tub, divided between the space above and below the water’s surface, we clasped hands together.

A mermaid submerged beneath the waves, and a human living on land—what were the odds that such different beings could meet and connect like this?

Even though we were confined to this small bathtub, with our bodies joined moments ago, I felt like this was enough for the two of us, at least for now.

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The time came for the morning sun to rise.

Behind the villa, on the cliff overlooking the sea, I prepared to say farewell to her, just as she was ready to bid me goodbye.

Mary, who used to tremble in fear whenever she came ashore, now sat calmly beside me, as if she had found some peace of mind.

“Because of you, I’ve gotten so sensitive that I can’t even wear starfish anymore... Now I’ll have to struggle to find clothes every time, won’t I?”

“Haha...”

Clutching the clothes I’d given her close to her body, she joked lightly.

Even after we part ways, there wouldn’t be anyone underwater to scold her or forcibly remove the starfish she’d use to cover herself. Yet, perhaps because she wanted to keep thinking of me, she said she wouldn’t attach a starfish to her chest anymore.

Just as my perception of mermaids had changed since meeting her, perhaps something had also shifted within Mary.

Though our time together felt long and short all at once, it was finally time for us to part ways.

I had to return to the kingdom and report my mission to Seyra. She, too, needed to return to the sea, to her family and her life beneath the waves.

“This is goodbye, isn’t it?”

“If we’re alive, we’ll meet again someday.”

“But the sea is vast... and you’re not even from this area, are you?”

Would a mermaid who lived in the sea ever have a reason to come to the kingdom?

She lived in the deep ocean, a place humans could barely reach, even with ships. Unless we had some extraordinary means of communication or arranged another meeting, the chances of us meeting again seemed almost nonexistent.

“But we’ll meet again, won’t we?”

Mary didn’t speak of this as a final farewell. Instead, she smiled at me, her dazzling tail swaying gently, as if promising another encounter in the future.

We laced our fingers together, holding hands tightly one last time, before sharing a parting kiss here where the land met the sea.

It was, as she said, not a lewd kiss but a tender one, a kiss to mark the end of our time together.

“Well then, will you let me go now?”

I held her in my arms one final time and carried her to the edge of the cliff.

“Are you sure it’s safe from this height?”

“It’s fine. I’m a mermaid, after all.”

Resting her head against my chest for a brief moment, she seemed to decide that lingering any longer would only make things harder. With a playful, exaggerated movement, she slipped free from my grasp.

Like a droplet falling from the sky, she leaped from the cliff into the golden rays of the rising sun. The sunlight caught on her translucent scales, scattering into a rainbow of colors that wrapped around her as she dove gracefully into the sea.

Splash.

Even though a mermaid, roughly the size of a human, had jumped from such a height, the surface of the water rippled only slightly before it swallowed her completely, leaving no trace behind.

“She’s gone.”

She hadn’t told me what would become of the eggs she now carried within her.

‘Did she say she’d tell me the next time we meet?’

Mathematically inclined scholars would argue that the chances of a knight living on land meeting a mermaid from the vast sea without any promises or communication were almost zero. But...

“I’ll find out eventually.”

Such statistical improbabilities didn’t concern me, someone terrible at math. To me, it was simply a question of whether or not we would meet again. Impossible wasn’t in my vocabulary.

We were both of the same mind when it came to that, which was why our parting was bittersweet but still left a glimmer of hope for the future.

‘I thought she might at least pop her head out of the water...’

I had hoped for a wave or a sign before turning my back on the sea and concluding my time in the Baran Duchy. But it seemed she had other priorities.

From the moment I saved her from that discarded net, had she already known we’d grow this close?

I, too, had only planned to heal her wounds and release her, but somehow, things had escalated. I ended up saving her again, and in turn, she saved me.

No one could have predicted how it would all unfold.

“It’s like a story about a mermaid princess.”

Except, instead of a prince being rescued by the mermaid princess, it was me, a knight, who saved her when she was in distress.

The part about a witch turning her into a human doesn’t apply to us. That version of the story has been twisted in the kingdom’s retellings. The original tale is far sadder, with the mermaid princess losing her voice to be with the prince, only to sacrifice herself when he’s endangered by a sea monster, breaking the witch’s contract and falling into an eternal slumber.

“Well, since I’m from the kingdom, I suppose we’ll have a kingdom-style ending.”

The kind where the two live happily ever after, forming countless bonds together...

“...No, that won’t happen all at once. Even mermaids must have their own odds when it comes to conceiving.”

With lingering uncertainty and regret, I finally turned my back on the sea.

It was time for me to return to the land.

“Phew... When I return to the order, I’ll have plenty of stories to share with the others.”

Like tales of dolphins in the Baran Duchy that are a little too fond of men...

Or a shy yet brave, occasionally wild, but always adorable and dependable new legend of a mermaid.

As I sorted through the stories I’d tell, I missed her final farewell from the sea.

[Goodbye, my prince.]

Whether she hoped I would hear it or didn’t mind if I didn’t, I’ll never know.

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