The Fallen Merman

Translator: Bambootriangle

Translation Checker: Carolin 

Editor: unedited

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Rimbaud soaked in the sea water, intriguingly watching Bai Chunian deal with the young juniors. The water surrounding Greenfly Island was not polluted, and the crystal-clear waves made him happy. He didn’t dislike humans who treated the sea with such care.

The special trainees finally dispersed, and only Bai Chunian was left standing by the coast. Rimbaud blew him a flying kiss and let the sea breeze brush the tips of his hair. 

With simple human genes and technology, it would hardly be possible to create such an appearance—the alpha’s cheek bones seemed to have been carefully sculpted, the flawless white-toned skin faintly revealed a few thin blood vessels. His slim and sharp eyelids overlaid at the corners of his slightly upturned eyes, and when he smiled, he habitually pursed his thin lips, which sometimes revealed his sharp canines. A flawless appearance like this was incomparable to other human children.

The merman admired his masterpiece presumptuously, this child raised by himself was nothing short of a work of art that couldn’t be put down. Although every baby in the merfolk received their own gift, it was the first time he had nursed a kid himself, watched him grow up, and he couldn’t wait to take him back and show him off to everyone.

The waves washed the merman ashore and left him stranded. Rimbaud raised his head, water dripping down his golden hair to his shoulders, and his body was covered with a layer of warm sunlight.

Bai Chunian bent down and hugged him, picked up the camouflage coat hanging by the parasol and wrapped it around his fishtail on the lower body, and hurriedly walked towards the single-room dormitory.

“Does my tail make you ashamed?” Rimbaud asked. He wrapped his arms around Bai Chunian’s neck, his tone sounding a little hurt.

“No, I…” Bai Chunian lowered his head and covered his eyes with the brim of his hat, “I don’t want anyone else to see it.”

“Why?” Rimbaud raised the brim of his hat, “I want the world to know that you are my randi. I saw a show on your TV, reporters interviewing celebrities, celebrities introducing them to their brood pouches, the audience was all very happy, all laughing and crying.”

A certain keyword struck Bai Chunian’s heart once again, he didn’t answer, and walked forward silently. 

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“P vlrmerrfv la klat atja qeqqs, jcv tf abiv wf atja lc sbeg ijcuejuf, j ygbbv qbemt tjr cb fwbalbcji wfjclcu.” Elwyjev kjr jirb j ilaaif agbeyifv, jcv teuufv Djl Jtecljc’r cfmx ab mbwobga tlw, “Lbk ab mjii j ygbbv qbemt klat offilcur?”

Bai Chunian couldn’t bear it any longer, he held the omega’s ass with one hand, the other hand squeezed his chin to shut him up: “I beg you, can you please stop mentioning this?” 

The single-room dormitories for the instructors in the special training base were all detached villas. At this time, most of the instructors who did not have evening classes had already returned to rest or correct homework assignments. The kangaroo omega leaning on the garden balcony tasting wine inadvertently lowered his head and saw Bai Chunian walking back holding a blonde and blue-eyed beauty.

“Well shit.” He took a photo quickly and sent it to the instructors’ group chat.

Combat Class Instructor – Dai Ning: “[Picture] My Chu-ge finally got enlightened! Just came up with a foreign girl!

The silent instructor group exploded. 

Technology Class Instructor – K: [Click to view the original image]

He adjusted the blurred enlarged photo into a high-definition macro image and sent it back to the group so that every eyelash of the foreign beauty in Bai Chunian’s arms could be clearly seen.

Sniping Class Instructor – Lorentz: “Lao K, didn’t you say that hackers never post photoshopped pictures? You didn’t care when my face came out too big in the group photo from the party last week.”

Technology Class Instructor – K: “I don’t photoshop ugly people.” 

Profiling Class Instructor – Zheng Yue: “Tsk, it can be seen from Chu-ge‘s micro-expression that he should have been in love with the omega for a long time and was not sure if the person liked him, so he didn’t dare confess. The blond omega is even more obvious. The three words ‘I love you’ are written all over his face, but it’s understandable, there are always a lot of little omegas and little alphas from the special training base who fanboys over Chu-ge.”

Tactics Class Instructor – Hong Xie: “You’re right, they all have scared faces on but when Chu-ge leaves, they wilt at once. They’re all fucking suffering from Stockholm syndrome. It’s good there’s this beauty, it will let those little brats stop thinking about him early and study hard and make progress every day.

There was pandemonium in the instructors’ group, and Bai Chunian was still unaware of it. He opened the door of the room and put Rimbaud in the bathtub, filled it with cold water to keep him afloat, and washed the seawater and sand off his body.

Bai Chunian turned his back to him, silently looking for something in the mirror cabinet behind the sink. 

The tip of Rimbaud’s tail slowly stretched out of the bathtub, and gently probed towards Bai Chunian: “Turn around and let me see you.”

He saw the alpha take a deep breath and turn around, his hands hanging on the sides.

Rimbaud met Bai Chunian’s fiery gaze, he was the only one in the alpha’s dark eyes.

Bai Chunian knelt down, took the tail that was on the edge of the bathtub in his hand, and kissed him lightly on his lips without lust. 

Rimbaud was stunned. The tall and handsome alpha in front of him gradually overlapped with the once reckless little guy.

After getting off the operating table, Rimbaud did not see the little alpha with his fingers intertwined again. It wasn’t until one day when the researchers sent him into a brood box, that he met him again.

At that time, Bai Chunian was very thin, his hair and eyelashes were white and his eyes were blue—he had not completely separated from the characteristics of a white lion cub.

He looked fluffy, lying lazily on the bed with bare feet, obediently drying the pink paw pads on his paws. 

When he saw the researchers send the omega in, he didn’t get an erection excitedly like other adult alphas, but moved away with difficulty, giving the omega a place where he could lie down and rest.

The little lion was injured during the daytime training. After he moved away, he left a pool of blood on the snow-white sheets. Worried that Rimbaud would dislike it, he carefully cleaned it with his sleeves for him.

Rimbaud raised his tail proudly, and the little lion didn’t know why, but he still kissed the tip of his tail happily.

For Rimbaud, this symbolized submission surrender and respect, and ever since he had been salvaged ashore, no one has shown him that respect deserved to the fallen king. 

This little kitten was the most special.

Bai Chunian buried his head in the hollow of his neck, and the two of them rolled on the wet bathroom floor. They collided and accidentally broke the drinking glass on the edge of the tub. The glass fragments carved irregular blood lines on his smooth shoulders and then slowly healed, and the wet floor tiles turned muddy from blood.

Rimbaud supported his shoulders with both hands, and the fishtail groped around one of Bai Chunian’s legs, tightening slowly, forcing him to separate his legs.

The extremely long fishtail emitted dark light under the reflection of the water marks on the ground, like an electrified rope binding the alpha’s body. Rimbaud liked this action, in his cognition, it represented love and possession. 

“Mitub obe?”

Rimbaud put his chin on Bai Chunian’s shoulder, the tip of his tail slid into his leather belt seductively, gradually reaching into the depths, nimbly burrowing into his boxer briefs, looking for something he was familiar with.

“No.” Bai Chunian replied. His face was calm, but the bulging blue veins on his neck betrayed his forbearance at this time.

Suddenly, Rimbaud shivered. 

Something accidentally scratched the tip of his sensitive and fragile tail, and although it wasn’t serious, it suddenly hurt slightly.

“What is that?” Rimbaud suddenly widened his eyes, “It wasn’t like this before.”

“I’ve grown up.” Bai Chunian leaned against the cold tiles in the bathroom, lowered his eyelashes, and the shaky light casted shadows on his eyelids. “That’s what happens to male lions.”

“That’s why I haven’t touched you.” 

“I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”