The Mermaid

This is a story so simple it couldn't be simpler, yet it's one of my favorites. I don't

like tragic love stories, but I'm forced to confront so many heartbreaking emotions. Whenever I see

someone selflessly sacrificing themselves for others, my heart aches; I think they're so foolish.

Because I ask: Is it worth it?
At the moment I disappeared into the water, I shed a tear, a tear carrying my longing and love for you, flowing into the sea. This

tear was one of happiness. Will you also shed tears for my departure? What would it taste like? I think I

might know. I can only hope that in my next life I can be reborn as a human, as your wife, and love you well.
Suddenly, it's as if I've returned to the past, seeing our meeting again. I close my eyes, wishing I could relive it…
It was this summer, the sun was shining brightly, and I came ashore, lying on a large rock, basking in the warm

sunlight . A gentle breeze blew, and a man appeared in my sight. Although he was no longer young, his

steadiness deeply attracted me. Lost in the pleasant feeling, I strolled along the beach,

savoring the unique freshness of the sea. Suddenly, a voice startled me: "How dare you do this in broad daylight

!" I turned away in fear, covering my breasts with my hands, too terrified to utter a word. The

male creature emerged from a huge crevice in the rock, drawing closer to me: "Alright, I understand."
I am a solitary mermaid, never having encountered other living beings, never having experienced any emotions,

including friendship. Therefore, I have always lived in my own world, a pure, solitary place, yet free from

harm . So I don't know how to interact, how to face the creature before me.
"I used to be a mermaid too, and now I've become like this," he patted his legs: "I got tired of

being a mermaid, so I used magic to transform myself into human legs. Now I have delicious food to eat, and I can find young women.

Life on land is much better than in the water." No wonder he didn't have a tail and wore something like human

shorts.
I slowly gave up my fear of him, because he was one of us. But I didn't know why he was telling

me so much. While wondering, I moved my hands away from my breasts and to my tail. This

not-so-handsome man looked at me lewdly, his head close to my ear: "You want to become human, don't you? I

've been watching you. You're infatuated with that man, aren't you?"
I suddenly felt so easily seen through. Maybe it was because I'd been lonely for too long,

and I was inexplicably attracted to men whenever I met them, except for this one. "I originally wanted to turn you into a human, but I have one condition. Do you agree

?" He started plotting again.
To be honest, I really wanted to become human, so I could experience what it's like to be human, and I

could also take this opportunity to get closer to the man who had just appeared in my field of vision. I felt shy and

nodded with a soft "Mmm. "
He told me to open my mouth, holding a type of seaweed I'd never seen before. I put it in my mouth

and chewed vigorously. He kept staring at me: "Eat it, close your eyes." After I complied, I

lost consciousness.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone touching my face and immediately woke up. Finding myself lying in the

wake of the crashing waves, I turned around and saw that my tail had miraculously disappeared, replaced by a pair of long, beautiful

legs. A long-lost smile returned to my face.
Just as I was basking in this joy, a man's voice shattered the sweetness: "What's

wrong with ! A woman, completely naked. We didn't do anything proper, did we?" He squatted down in

front of me. I shook my head vigorously, because I didn't know how to express my thoughts in human language. I

only knew that I was incredibly vulnerable.
I braced myself on the ground, and this disgusting man in the straw hat reached for my large breasts: "

A bad woman like you, it's no problem to play with you. You're used to it, aren't you? Let me play with you!" Right there on the ground, he

began to fondle my breasts, kissing them while saying, "Be a good girl and listen to me." I resisted, but I had no strength left and

could only groan in pain. Just then, my prince appeared,

the man who had haunted my mind: "Stop!" He was furious and immediately rushed over, pushing away the man who was raping me. He straightened

up, looking down at the man lying on the beach, and said disdainfully, "Didn't you see she was unwilling? Was it you?

The wicked rapist and murderer who committed countless atrocities here?"
Hearing "murderer," the fisherman began to stammer, as if terrified: "No, no, no, it wasn't me,

it wasn't me, it really wasn't me!" The prince was furious. He bent down, grabbed the fisherman, and prepared to beat him:

"You bastard, I won't let you get away with this!" I stood up and held back the man I admired, hoping he wouldn't

hit this beast. Just then, the fisherman took off running. He didn't chase after him, but just glanced at me, then turned back

, tenderly concerned: "Are you alright?"
This was the first time he had looked at me so closely. At that moment, I was naked,

my mature face, full and shy, framed by golden hair. My two large, white breasts stood bare before this man,

my buttocks round and upturned, and somehow, I began to feel a lubrication. This was the first time I

'd seen him so closely. His face, tinged with sadness, revealed boundless care and masculinity. His black and white striped t-shirt

paired with super-short green beach shorts made him look exceptionally sexy.
Suddenly, I realized something, and he realized something too. I covered my breasts with both hands and

took a few steps back. He turned around awkwardly, immediately took off his own t-shirt, and handed it

to me without looking back, stammering, "Put it on quickly." I took the shirt, looking at his back, then at the

t-shirt—I was moved. Without hesitation, I put it on, but my face was full of

embarrassment , all the awkwardness written on my skin.
He didn't turn around, just asked if I was alright. I nodded, and he warned me it was dangerous here and not to come any closer

. Then he left naked. He probably knew I'd go home immediately, but he was wrong. My

home is the sea. I watched him leave, overwhelmed with emotion. Faced with such a tempting woman,

he hadn't made any inappropriate advances. Such a charming gentleman has captured my heart; it's a pity

I don't know his name.
I hid behind a boulder, constantly stroking and smelling the masculine t-shirt,

thoroughly enjoying myself. But suddenly, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. My breasts began to swell, my nipples erect, craving to be

played with, and my vagina became unbearably itchy. My hands involuntarily caressed my pink vulva, and

I was instantly consumed by lust, screaming in agony.
A voice came: "But I have conditions. You can only maintain your human form during the day, and your libido will be

very strong when you become human. You must smear human sperm on your body, or return to the sea. Agree to this condition, and I will turn you into

a human."
I knew my lust had flared up; I needed a man. However, I had never had sex before, yet my vagina

desperately craved it, and my spirit grew increasingly hungry.
I frantically searched the beach, and finally, a man appeared before me—

the fisherman I had just chased away. I don't know where the strength came from, but I pushed him down onto the beach. He cried out in fear, "It wasn't

me! I'm not a bad person!" I ignored him, climbed on top of him, and kissed him involuntarily. I never

imagined my first kiss would be wasted like this.
I frantically licked his lips, sucking on his tongue, my wanton actions unbearable, yet I

couldn't control myself. I pulled off his shirt, rubbing his nipples with my mouth; he was so engrossed. I propped

myself up, rubbing my large breasts against his body, occasionally bringing them close to his mouth for him to enjoy.
Slowly, as I moved lower, a massive thing rose from his shorts. I impatiently pulled down his

pants; it was so long, so big. I started sucking it. The harder I sucked, the more pleasure I felt, and he kept moaning.

I began using my breasts to service his large penis with my breasts; it felt incredibly good. I sat

on his lap, his penis rubbing against my vulva. I didn't want him to penetrate me because I wanted to give my first time to

the one I loved. But, I couldn't resist the spell. The man on the floor sat up, and we kissed loudly

. He stood up, his huge penis erect and throbbing. I rubbed it vigorously with my mouth, hoping

to ejaculate on me quickly. But he was too strong; it took so long. Are all fishermen so powerful?

I continued to give him a blowjob with my large breasts, gazing at him affectionately. He seemed to enjoy it. Finally, with my

relentless efforts, his penis released the thick semen I craved. I frantically rubbed the semen, smearing it all over my breasts.
The man quickly put on his clothes and ran away. Finally, I began to return to normal. Slowly, I walked to the large rock and

picked up the prince's t-shirt, which I had taken off in my lust. I walked towards the sea!
I was puzzled. Why couldn't I speak? I was puzzled. Why couldn't I express myself normally?

With these questions in mind, I remained silent in the sea. Although I had human feet, I couldn't speak human language. Was this

a tragedy of becoming human?
Several days passed. I returned to shore to sunbathe because I missed that man terribly.
The male mermaid appeared, and I hoarsely asked him why I couldn't speak. He calmly

walked over: "What, you want to talk? You're really greedy." I nodded vigorously to show how much I wanted to speak

. He approached me: "Let me warn you first, people like us half-fish lose our minds when we get involved with humans

. If you understood that, you wouldn't approach humans. Don't you care?"
I looked at him pitifully, hoping he would have some pity. He looked at my body,

my proud assets: "You're the same as me, open your mouth." I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. He stroked my chin,

as if teasing me. To be able to speak, I didn't resist at all. He put his fingers into my mouth,

inserting them very deeply: "The lower and upper mouths are the same." Then he put his hand into my vagina,

stroking it, causing a tumultuous sensation. I was aroused by him, constantly suppressing that desire,

moaning softly. Although I was still a virgin, he made me wet, my vagina contracting intensely.
I knelt down, and he pulled down his only pair of pants, ordering me to take his penis in my mouth and

suck it hard with my tongue. His penis was much bigger than the fisherman's, plunging deep into my throat, making me feel suffocated and unable to breathe,

but I had no choice, I couldn't refuse.
Again and again, I swallowed his penis completely, just to be able to speak. Each painful experience taught me

that to accomplish something you want to do, you have to pay a price. I was on the verge of collapse when he said, "

Wanting to have your own voice naturally comes with pain." He ejaculated, a large amount of semen filling my mouth.

I spat his penis out; it stood erect, looking particularly proud. He told me to keep sucking:

"To have your own voice, you must work hard." After cleaning up his semen, I discovered I could speak—it

was amazing! At that moment, the smile on my face was more beautiful than the sun; I was so happy.
I excitedly ran into the human world, wanting to find him, the man who stole my heart. But

before that , there was one thing I had to do: steal a set of human clothes, because I was no longer a mermaid.

In one house, I found a pink t-shirt, a white skirt, and pink high heels—it

all seemed to be prepared for me (for the sake of the plot). A mature and charming woman was born. My name is

Yumi Fengjian.
I found the port where he worked. He was bent over, working. I walked up to him, and he noticed me,

standing up: "You're the one from last time, that one. What are you doing in such a remote place?" I kept my head down

shyly , not daring to look at him: "Um, um, let me help you with your work." Actually, I just

wanted to be with him. He was surprised, and our eyes met.
I followed him out to sea. On the deck, I pointed into the distance, telling him where I could catch lots of fish

and shellfish. He listened attentively, a little naive. However, I could see him occasionally stealing

glances at my proud breasts. I stared at him. "Thank you." He said foolishly, "I should be thanking you!

Thanks to you, I haven't had such a bountiful harvest in a long time." I shook my head and smiled, saying, "I want to continue

repaying your kindness."
With that, I picked up the bucket and began to squat down to wipe the railing. My bending over

exposed a deep cleavage. I didn't care, but he was mesmerized. My short skirt couldn't hide my inner

beauty at all; the full view was laid bare before his eyes—of course, it was my own choice. I occasionally stroked my hair, wanting to...

I displayed my tenderness before him. Just as I was acting completely naturally, I looked up and saw that he had his back to me.
I walked over to him and asked, "Is there anything else I can do?" He smiled and replied, "No,

no ." He didn't dare look at me. I hugged him from behind, my face and breasts pressed against his body. He slowly

turned around, and I said to him, "I still want to do it." I held his head and started kissing his lips, but he didn't

kiss me back. He even removed my hand, though we were still holding it, but there was a certain distance between us, very formal

and without any pretense: "Yumi, I hope you can cherish yourself."
On the ship's railing, he sadly told his story: "My lover died on that beach,

raped by a stranger, and then murdered." He became more and more sorrowful as he spoke: "Because she was looking for me, fishing on that beach.

She was not only murdered, but also raped." He cried: "What did she do wrong! But I always

feel that I can see her again, so I go to that beach every day. But I still can't get over the trauma."
I think that's why he can't accept me. So, I'm sorry, he said.
I sat by the sea, pondering this devoted man. My intuition told me he was exceptional and deserved.

I also thought of the kind fisherman who had released me back into the sea—wasn't that him? In the shallows, he said, "

Go back , grow up healthy." His hands freed me, a touch of sadness in his voice.
Suddenly, lust surged again. Rubbing my breasts, stimulating my clitoris, it was all useless. An irresistible fire of desire burned within

me: "Man, man, I want a man." Another fisherman, seeing my beauty, couldn't resist

kissing passionately, licking and kissing me wildly: "I want a man, give me more." I was incredibly aroused,

pulling down his pants and my own clothes. He stared at me in shock, touching my large breasts, but made no other

move . Only under my guidance did he suckle my breasts like a baby. I was horny, completely unrefined,

a veritable slut, defiled an old fisherman. His penis was short, yet it contained the semen I

craved . I did for him what most people in the human world do—masturbate. My breasts and

nipples hardened, and he couldn't hold back any longer. I rubbed his small penis with my buttocks, and as expected, he was a seasoned

veteran , showing no signs of ejaculation. In the end, I could only rely on my hands and mouth. My mouth was more effective, and soon

I finally achieved what I wanted. So much sperm, so much sperm, so happy. My sexual desire was gone, but I couldn't

control my inner impulse and killed the fisherman.
I fled in panic, and amidst a pile of rubble, I trembled as I looked at his murderous hands. That familiar

yet repulsive voice came again: "The merman's brutal nature should be exposed now." So the merman

was here too. I turned around, and he was actually waving at me: "Becoming human will be very hard. If you don't satisfy your carnivorous

instincts, you'll go crazy." I was already terrified, but his blood-stained hands

chilled me to the bone.
I screamed: "You rapist and murderer!" Actually, I had already suspected it was him, but

now it was confirmed. He explained, "This is the fate of mermaids who become human. You've already killed someone, haven't you?"

I lowered my head in shame. He called me over again: "The reason I can live as a human is because I raped and killed."

He stroked my hair with his blood-stained hands, and I tilted my head. "Soon, you'll become

like me too." I was terrified, truly terrified that I would become like that. He said, "Then become a mermaid again

, never to become human again." I shook my head repeatedly, heartbroken, because he hadn't even fallen in love with me yet.

He said, "Suppressing the urge is painful. But we are the same kind, so we don't need to kill each other.

Marry can be human for life.
" He grabbed my large breasts from behind with great force, his head passing over my shoulders, his tongue entering my

mouth . I tried to tell myself that I belonged to the man I loved, but I couldn't control myself. He wanted me

to turn back into a mermaid, but I protested, shaking my head in refusal: I want to be human forever, and how I do it is entirely up to you.
We kissed tenderly, though I didn't want it to be like this; he was the one kissing me. One of his hands went inside

me, and I truly couldn't control myself. What woman could endure that? While someone was fondling my breasts

and stimulating my vagina, my lust was already ignited by those wicked hands. I could only moan and enjoy it. I was about to lose control,

unable to stand, a tingling sensation coursing through my entire body. I lay on the large rock, and he licked my anus from behind,

stimulated , and finally sucked my vagina hard with his mouth. My insides were already surging with desire, and that lonely place

needed to be filled and satisfied. At this moment, I didn't forget that place should belong to the man I loved.

But, it was about to be given to my kind, and he was no good. My juices gushed out of that sacred

place , and he made me wet his penis with my mouth. I did as he said. It happened.
I lay on the beach, legs spread wide, and he slowly penetrated me. The first thrust tore through

the barrier that had protected me for years. It hurt so much. Then his movements slowed, as if he was being considerate. At that moment, I slowly got used to

his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. The pain quickly disappeared, followed by immense pleasure,

perhaps because my libido was too high. My first time was really not worth it; I quickly reached my first

orgasm.
Then, he made me kneel on the ground and penetrated me from behind. It was so deep; each time it felt like it was penetrating my

uterus . The impact was incredibly strong, and the sound of our bodies colliding was like a beautiful melody, loud and clear. It was so rhythmic. I

didn't stop moaning for a moment; the pleasure it brought me was indescribable. I moved in sync with his

thrusts , penetrating me from top to bottom, wave after wave of orgasm. Finally, he ejaculated all over me and lay down

beside me. Although he possessed my body, he couldn't possess my pure heart. He said, "Be with

me , forever." Hearing this, I was like a man possessed, clinging to him: "I want to

live the life I want." I cruelly slaughtered the mermaid who possessed me; he didn't resist, letting me kill him. With

my hands and his blood, I ended everything that shouldn't have been between us.
I changed into a white nightgown, walking in the water, clutching the t-shirt the prince had given me; I thought it was

time to return it. I sadly went to his house, because I was about to return to the sea.
I went up to him; he was sweeping the yard: "You're incredible, always appearing out of nowhere."

Reluctantly took out the t-shirt, looking at him sadly, and handed it to him: "This." He happily took the shirt:

"Don't be so polite. Would you like to come in for some tea?" I nodded, wanting to spend as much of my last moments with him as possible.
He asked me to sit down, but I stood there blankly with my head down, because I had so much to say, but I didn't know

how to start, nor did I have the courage to say it. He came back, looked down at me with concern, and asked me what was wrong. I

was numb and didn't say a word for a long time. "Ever since you saved me, I've loved you." I

looked at him tenderly and said, "So, please!" Then I hugged him and rested my head on his shoulder. He hesitated

: "Yumi! I really want to give myself to you, even though I've lost my virginity: just once, do

it !"
He didn't agree, but kissed me first. Our tongues intertwined, and I felt that kissing him

was the happiest and sweetest thing in the world. His saliva melted in my mouth like honey,

sweetening my heart. We both began to love each other. He kept touching me, kept touching me, kept touching

me. My face flushed; this was for the man I loved, so I was very excited. My nipples

were particularly noticeable against my white nightgown, and he licked them again and again through the fabric. Slowly, he untied the two straps of the nightgown, and my large breasts jumped out

unrestrainedly . He loved to play with them. I was also very happy because he loved me... He was aroused

. He kept praising me: "Yumi, you're so beautiful!" I was so happy.
Our flirting mostly involved kissing; only love could make us want to

become one . He placed me on a small table, and I felt like he was licking my entire body. One of his hands constantly caressed

my inner thigh, making me unable to extricate myself from this lust. He said he wanted to look at me properly, so I lay down, and

he licked my buttocks, his fingers exploring my vulva. He started

sucking my vagina like other men do. Did he know? I was born for him, my vagina existed for his big cock, and

this little hole became perfect because of his lubrication. My vagina was now incredibly wet, and his cock

could now freely roam inside. I knew it was time for me to do something for him.
But it seems that all a woman can do for a man is make his big cock feel good, any method, just to make him happy, I

'm willing. We stripped naked... He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We bit and tore at each other, biting hard. We loved each other deeply, but only now was this feeling finally erupting.
He couldn't hold me any longer and put me down. I looked at his penis, so long and hard, and I felt so

happy . I stimulated his glans with my tongue, occasionally taking his testicles into my mouth.

I wanted to do anything for him. He wanted to try 69, and I was willing. However, I was much more sensitive than him and couldn't resist his mouth

and hands. I came quickly. He made me lie down, and I knew we were about to truly unite. His

penis rubbed against the outside for a long time, and I called out to him, "I want it."
In a moment of inattention, he thrust wildly, and I swallowed him whole, letting out a scream. He started rubbing. I

kept telling him to satisfy me, to go harder, that I felt so good. He looked at me tenderly as he thrust all the way in. He got tired

, so we switched to the woman-on-top position, and I took the initiative, pushing him all the way in. My groin was filled with ecstasy, it felt so good.

I climaxed, so much fluid flowed onto him. We kissed passionately again, then I lay down, and he penetrated

me. This time, the thrusting was so fast, I was completely lost in pleasure. Finally, with

screams , we reached climax simultaneously. He didn't pull out, ejaculating all his semen into my uterus.
I wanted to have his child, the best testament to our love! We were both exhausted, but neither of us

could suppress our love. We held each other, kissing for who knows how long.
While he was still asleep, I left, returning to the beach in the dawn light, walking step by step

into the sea.
He woke up, frantically searching for me. He came to the beach, saw me, and cried out, wanting me to stay.

But I couldn't agree to his request, I could only thank him, thank him for the happiness he brought me. Tears welled up in my eyes: "I have to

go."
I only hoped to be reborn as a human, to love him properly just once! To be immersed in the pleasure

of sex …
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