The Little Merman Demands Legs from the Sea Witch - Chapter 45
Even after a month, two months passed, Kashmir showed no signs of leaving the witch’s house. Iko, who had triumphantly won Kashmir’s love, was happy, but a problem she had feared finally surfaced.
“I’m out of scales.”
Because Kashmir could now transform into a human without the need for potions, Iko had used up all the scales she had been stockpiling. She hadn’t yet finished her research on new potions, and this was a significant issue.
Iko stepped outside and looked for Kashmir. For the past few days, she had been engrossed in her research and hadn’t paid him much attention, so Kashmir, feeling bored, had fallen asleep in the hammock. His black scales shimmered beautifully in the sunlight.
“Kashmir, are you asleep?”
Iko asked, just to be sure. When he didn’t respond, she tiptoed closer. She waved her hand in front of his face, but he only breathed steadily in his sleep. He seemed to be in a deep slumber.
Iko cautiously approached his tail and carefully picked up a scale. Just before she could pluck it, she wanted to check if he was truly asleep, but she gasped when her eyes met his wide-awake ones.
“It’s just that your tail is so beautiful. I couldn’t help but want to touch it.”
Iko quickly released the scale and began to stroke his tail instead. She knew it was a suspicious excuse, but there was no taking it back now.
“You greedy witch, always lying. I saw what you were doing. You were after my scales, weren’t you?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Then why did you touch my scales?”
Realizing there was no use in lying any further, Iko confessed.
“…You could give me some scales, couldn’t you? If you love me.”
“Now that lying doesn’t work, you’re getting brazen.”
Kashmir rose, and his tail smoothly transformed into human legs. He stood and looked down at Iko.
Iko was wearing the dress he had bought for her from Kokoya Village, a stark contrast to the usual clothing she favored, which covered her from neck to ankle. Though she had been embarrassed at first and reluctant to wear it due to the low neckline, she had gotten used to it and now wore it without him having to ask.
Because of this, Kashmir’s eyes were thoroughly entertained.
However, he needed to negotiate now, so he suppressed his pleasure and put on a deliberately difficult expression.
“As you said, for the woman I love, I could give a scale or two.”
“Then give it to me.”
“But the woman I love is a witch, and as you know, nothing is free in a witch’s dictionary.”
Iko’s past words came back to haunt her. Irritated, she asked what he wanted. Kashmir pouted his lips.
He wanted something so simple.
Thinking it was a bit cute, Iko stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. But just as her lips were about to touch his, Kashmir turned his head to the side, dodging her.
When she shot him a questioning look, Kashmir silently offered his lips again, lowering his head slightly to make it easier for her.
But when Iko approached again, he dodged her once more.
“Hold still.”
Now determined, Iko grabbed him by the collar and spoke with authority. Kashmir, blinking in agreement, puckered his lips again. This time, he quietly accepted the kiss. Just as his hand began to wander down to her small hips, Iko pulled away.
“Is that enough? Now give me the scales.”
“Go ahead, pluck them yourself.”
Kashmir pointed at his legs, now devoid of scales, leaving Iko staring in disbelief. She quickly realized his intentions and narrowed her eyes.
“I guess I need to satisfy my unfulfilled desires first before I can return to my original form.”
Just as she suspected. As Kashmir fondled her hips, his intentions became obvious. His eyes burned with a desire to consume her whole.
“Let’s do it.”
Kashmir whispered seductively as he caressed Iko’s ear. Iko rested her head against his chest, pretending to think. In reality, she was just as needy as he was. Having been busy with her research for two weeks, she hadn’t indulged in any physical contact, and now, even the slightest touch was enough to set her body on fire.
“I’ll stick to the meal schedule and won’t pester you for more.”
Kashmir planted kisses all over her face, speaking in a playful tone. Iko softly closed her eyes and then opened them, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him. Her soft chest met his firm one.
With a smile, Kashmir slid his hand between her legs. Her already wet entrance soaked his fingers as he began to caress her.
“You’re so wet, I might have to drink some.”
Kashmir knelt down, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and began to drink in the fluids that were flowing. Iko’s hips bucked involuntarily.
“Ahh.”
Gripping her skirt and leaning against the palm tree, Iko let out a moan. Kashmir spread her opening with his hands and pushed his tongue deep inside. The sensation of his tongue scraping her walls made Iko’s legs tremble.
“Stop. You don’t have to do that. Just put it in.”
Iko grabbed his hair, unable to bear the aching sensation in her belly any longer. Despite her plea, Kashmir held her open and devoured her, determined not to leave a single drop behind.
