CHAPTER 39: 39 WEALTHY AND GENEROUS FREMAY (SEEKING FOLLOW-UP READING!)

"Are you really okay? Don’t you feel any discomfort?"

Fremay still felt a bit uneasy, worried that Herbert might have some adverse reaction.

"I’m really fine, really, believe me!"

Herbert was somewhat helpless from being asked so many times and had no mood for jokes, so he surrendered directly.

"Miss Fremay, you’ve asked for the thirteenth time, truly nothing! If there was anything, I would definitely tell you."

Not to mention telling you, I would certainly seize the opportunity to take advantage and extort you!

So you let me have a good touch of your tail... Ah! Why didn’t I think of that just now?

Missed out.

Really missed out big time!

But as things stand, he couldn’t shamelessly use it as an excuse to claim benefits—why not?

Herbert kept a straight face and began to talk nonsense seriously: "No, I suddenly discovered I’m seriously injured and must touch your tail to heal."

That thing called face, really isn’t worth much.

Whether in work, life, or emotional exchanges, it’s all the same.

"That’s right, I’ve contracted a critical illness where I must touch a Sea Siren’s tail to survive."

After saying, Herbert nodded seriously with a face full of sorrow, looking as if this was really the case.

It didn’t matter whether others believed him or not, he himself already believed it.

It was indeed true!

Fremay: ???

"Eh?"

Originally anxious and apprehensive, she was startled for a moment and then regained her composure, somehow feeling relieved and burst into laughter.

"Haha, you little rascal are really funny!"

She laughed, clutching her stomach with the tail slapping the waves forcefully.

Splish splash~

After laughing for a good while, she wiped the laughter-induced tears from the corner of her eyes and nodded at the boy currently holding back his expression.

"You really want to touch my tail, huh?"

"Okay, I’ll satisfy you."

Surprisingly, she didn’t refuse, generously extending her tail out of the water sphere right to Herbert’s face.

"Here, you can touch it, but don’t overdo it."

Huh?

Herbert watched the colorful fish tail so close to him, his eyes widening.

It really is possible!

She’s so nice.

So much more generous than that Valentina, really don’t know how much more.

With the tail presented right in front of him, Herbert naturally didn’t stand on ceremony and happily accepted the compensation he deserved.

He wiped his hands on his clothes and then grabbed it directly.

Slick.

That was the most direct first impression.

Very slick and also very soft, with a faint coolness, like touching a piece of slick, cool jelly, or dipping into a clear spring.

But surprisingly dry, with no slightest trace of moisture left, seemingly covered with a layer of hydrophobic coat.

Wow.

Touching gently, Herbert’s expression became somewhat slackened.

So comfortable.

If only he could hug it while sleeping, summer would undoubtedly be a breeze!

Whoosh—

However, just when Herbert was about to study more thoroughly, touching upwards for a different feel, the tail suddenly whisked away.

"Ah, the tail ran away—"

He raised his hand, grasping weakly in the direction the tail departed.

Come back~ I can’t handle it alone~

Herbert pursed his lips and muttered with a bit of reluctance: "Why did you take it away? I haven’t finished studying it closely yet."

"No, can’t do, you can’t touch it anymore this time."

Fremay’s face flushed a peculiar crimson, turned aside a bit shyly, and mumbled: "Your technique, it’s too weird... too ticklish!"

She actually didn’t know why she consented to this odd request but just felt that letting him touch a bit didn’t seem to be a problem.

After all, he might be the only special person in this world who can listen to her singing unharmed.

But as soon as Herbert actually started touching, Fremay regretted it.

The feeling was... simply too strange.

He was clearly touching her tail, but it felt like he was touching other parts of her body.

Gentle caresses, careful observation, sliding lightly along every delicate pattern of the scales.

Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on the smooth scales—rub—

!!?

Those odd sensations made Fremay feel itchy all over her body—completely itching!!!

But it wasn’t that kind of unbearable itch, only until she couldn’t hold it anymore did she forcibly retract her tail.

No, can’t take it anymore.

If this goes on, I might really become weird...

"Not this time? Oh well, I’ll touch it next time!"

Herbert pinpointed the loophole in Fremay’s words and immediately confirmed: "Agreed, let me have a good touch of your tail next time!"

"..."

Fremay moved her lips, initially wanted to refuse, but for some reason, mysteriously didn’t protest, just tacitly agreed to Herbert’s proposition.

Though Fremay was unwilling to admit, she felt that the itching wasn’t such a big deal, endure it would pass...

She shook her head vigorously to shake off the wandering thoughts in her mind.

Forget it, talk about these things later.

Suppressing the tumultuous thoughts in her heart, Fremay forcibly steered the topic back on track: "How... how did you suddenly appear here? Isn’t it midnight now?"

"Haha, I just had a sudden impulse, wanted to see what you all do at midnight, was I disturbing your rest?"

Herbert didn’t tell the truth—after all, "to protect the hook from any harm" is such an abstract excuse that it’s hard to explain to others.

Fremay, of course, couldn’t have thought of this, and after listening, she shook her head: "Sleep has long become dispensable for me, besides, there’s no difference between night and day here."

She said it lightly, but it made Herbert’s mouth twitch a little.

Indeed.

For prisoners like them, what significance do day and night hold? Still trapped in this prison all the same.

Herbert thought about consoling her, but Fremay didn’t mind, instead asked shyly in a small voice: "Then... will you come again?"

"Maybe? Why?"

Fremay took a deep breath, finally gathered the courage to say: "I, I’ll sing again next time, do you still want to listen?"

Will he refuse?

Will he?

He...

"Of course, I’d love to."

Herbert smiled, not hesitating at all, accepted the Sea Siren’s invitation with pleasure.

"Being able to hear such a wonderful song is my honor."

He looked at Fremay, who had clearly breathed a sigh of relief, and chuckled:

"By then, please do sing a few more songs."

.

.

"Let him get away."

"Still arrived a step too late, he’s already completely Fallen."

Under the clear moonlight, Thorn Bishop looked down at the slime and blood on the ground and slowly shook his head.

"Where did he run off to? Misty Mountains?"

But the Chief Judge didn’t know.

While he was pondering, a hunched figure shakily placed a hand on the door of the Third Commandment Hall.

Creaaak.

By the way, there is a more straightforward name for the Third Commandment Hall in the Monastery—

Alien Race Prison.