The Little Merman Demands Legs from the Sea Witch - Chapter 11
Iko froze at being called a weirdo.
He was right—there were no humans living in the depths of the sea except for the sea witches. But to be called strange…
“Do you think I live in the sea because I like it?”
“If you don’t like it, why not go live on land? Why stay here?”
“…I never said I hated the sea.”
Iko replied in a hesitant voice. Kashmir took advantage of her momentary lapse and touched her leg.
“Just when I let my guard down!”
Iko tried to push him away by kicking his chest, but he was solid and heavy, and he didn’t budge.
“Fine, whatever. Just touch it quickly and get it over with.”
In the end, Iko raised the white flag. Kashmir flashed a victorious smile.
Even though she had given up, that smug look on his face was infuriating. She already didn’t like the merfolk, and now she disliked them even more.
Kashmir, oblivious to the fact that her opinion of him was sinking deeper by the minute, would not have cared even if he knew.
“This way, I can compare them better.”
Kashmir sat Iko on his lap. She could feel his chest pressing against her back, and it made her frown. The sensation of being tightly enclosed by him was extremely uncomfortable.
Iko squirmed, trying to reduce the area of contact between them. But her efforts had the opposite effect.
“Hold still.”
Kashmir growled into her ear, his voice warning as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Iko held her breath.
“See? Your legs are different from mine. It must be that your potion was flawed.”
Kashmir squeezed her legs and let out a dry laugh. When Iko asked what he meant, he placed her hand on his own leg.
“My legs are too firm.”
“That’s because you have a lot of muscle!”
Iko was exasperated. She had worried that the legs she created with the potion might lack proper muscle structure, making it difficult for Kashmir to stand. But as it turned out, his legs were anything but weak.
“I should be asking why you can’t walk on such sturdy legs.”
Iko’s voice grew more confident as she became sure that her potion was not at fault. Kashmir’s expression soured at the witch’s scolding.
“How do you walk on these thin legs?”
“Stop complaining about someone else’s legs and get off of me.”
Iko demanded, but Kashmir didn’t move. He continued to knead her legs in silence.
Touching his legs didn’t feel particularly different from touching his arms. The sensation was similar.
But Iko’s legs were different. They were slightly cool and soft, which made them oddly pleasing to touch.
Kashmir wanted to keep touching them.
“Get off me already!”
“….”
“Prince!”
Ignoring her, Kashmir continued to touch her legs, but finally, unable to resist her persistent demands, he let go.
Iko finally managed to escape from him. As the unnecessary warmth and strange sensation enveloping her body disappeared, she felt she could finally breathe.
But her relief was short-lived. She looked down and saw his genitals exposed through the gap in the slipping tablecloth, and she let out a small scream.
“Gah!”
“I let you go, and now you’re screaming?”
“Cover it up, quickly!”
“What?”
“Cover that up!”
Iko shut her eyes tightly and pointed between Kashmir’s legs. Kashmir glanced down at his exposed genitals, showing little reaction.
The merfolk had no concept of covering their bodies with fabric. To Kashmir, the idea of hiding something just because it was visible—and being embarrassed by it—seemed strange.
“Cover it up and keep it out of my sight!”
“You must have one too, so why are you making such a fuss?”
“What? I don’t have anything like that!”
Kashmir tilted his head in confusion at her claim. Then, as if realizing something, he grabbed his manhood.
“So, this is only on males?”
He examined his member with curiosity. Like his legs, this was another body part that he hadn’t had as a merman.
“It’s not exactly firm, but it’s not as soft as your legs either. It feels kind of squishy.”
Kashmir kept grabbing and releasing his genitals repeatedly.
“Witch, how do you use this? Since I have it now, I should learn how to use it. I might need it in the village.”
Kashmir asked, but Iko didn’t respond.
“Witch.”
When he insisted on an answer, something flew at his head. Kashmir reflexively dodged it by tilting his head to the side.
Iko had thrown an empty seashell from the beach.
“Don’t ask me about that!”
Her voice was filled with anger. Iko started throwing anything she could grab—seashells, seaweed, palm fronds.
“If you’re done with your business, get the hell out!”
“I wasn’t asking you to mate with me. What’s wrong with asking?”
Kashmir dodged the flying objects, expressing his frustration. But Iko, now completely enraged, stormed inside the house, slamming the door behind her.
Left alone on the beach, Kashmir stared at the closed door before flopping onto the sand.
Well, he could figure out how to use this thing later, but he had to learn how to walk before he could leave this place.
Until then, he had no intention of leaving, no matter how much the witch told him to get out.
