Chapter 85

For the remaining time, Miguel sat on the bed and watched his Captain act like a standard pervert, using a tool to drill a peephole into the hanging door—as the saying goes, there was no hole on the door, but after some drilling with a dagger, there was one.

Miguel couldn’t help but think of the security door from his previous life, which always had a small hole for peeking out at the hallway. Everyone called it a “Cat’s Eye.” As a child, he used to love peeking through it, watching the old man going upstairs to buy groceries, the aunties going downstairs to dance, and seeing those people walk past his door completely unaware. He always felt a strange sense of satisfaction lurking behind the door—and now, after so many years, he had become a well-adjusted, albeit sexually misaligned, 21st-century youth, yet he was forced to relive his childhood hundreds of years earlier on the Mediterranean Sea, resorting to peeping again—

How utterly depraved, Big Dog, utterly depraved!

“This hole is too small, what can you even see?” Miguel, sitting on a chair, scooted over to the Captain and pushed him aside. “Give me the dagger, step aside, let the professional handle this.”

Caesar handed the dagger to Miguel, then watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation as his slave, biting his tongue, enthusiastically expanded the small hole he had just made like a complete creep.

“That’s enough,” Caesar said after a while, seeing no sign of Miguel stopping. “How big are you planning to make this hole? Big enough to stick your head out? Why don’t you just squat by the pool and watch openly?”

Miguel reluctantly stopped.

The man lit a cigarette, took a puff, and curled his lips slightly. “How about writing a detailed report on Rick for me?—Give the dagger back, haven’t you ruined Ghost Slayer enough?”

Miguel reluctantly handed the dagger back, which he had been about to pocket. Caesar gave him a warning glance, carefully reattaching the prized possession to his belt. The Navigator clicked his tongue in disapproval, expressing his strong dissatisfaction with the man’s stinginess.

In this less-than-harmonious atmosphere, they welcomed the overly excited Rick.

Completely unaware that he had become the protagonist of a live show, Rick happily hummed a tune. Miguel crouched behind the Cat’s Eye, watching with excitement while feeling a deep sense of pity for the man—then his head was pushed aside as Caesar leaned in, his expression serious… well, at least more serious than Miguel’s.

Miguel nudged the man with his elbow. “Has he taken it off?”

Caesar: “He has.”

Miguel: “Is it big?”

Caesar: “With bonus points, I’m being fair.”

Miguel: “Compared to yours?”

“…” Caesar paused, then turned his head, speaking with utmost seriousness, “Not even close.”

“…”

Miguel, sitting on the chair, almost pissed himself from holding in his laughter.

The deeply offended Captain frowned, clearly not finding the situation amusing. The trembling Navigator got a hard smack on the forehead, the sound loud and clear. Fortunately, the Red-haired First Mate’s heart was too occupied with the mermaid in front of him to notice anything else—

His vigilance had dropped to negative levels. When Miguel peeked through the hole again, he saw that the First Mate had already stripped, his clothes neatly placed by the pool. Rick was now facing away, and from Miguel’s angle, he could easily see the man’s well-trained, muscular back. His usually tied-up red hair was let loose, resembling a duck’s tail.

The perfect curve of his waist, the firm and appropriately sized buttocks, the sun-tanned skin, and the white bandages tightly wrapped around his ankles with a dagger tucked in—this skyrocketed Rick’s sex appeal to the stratosphere, perfectly aligning with Miguel’s taste.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but glance back at the man beside him. Caesar was intently watching through the hole, his expression unchanged, but his unwavering gaze indicated his full concentration.

A man at work is the most attractive.

Compared to Rick, who was preparing to woo a mermaid, Caesar still won.

Proud of his taste in picking a treasure from a sea of gems, Miguel squinted slightly and shamelessly leaned closer to the man. He pressed against the door, watching as Rick swam towards the mermaid like a shark in water. The mermaid also emerged from the depths—clearly, mermaids were highly adaptable and shameless creatures, as evidenced by the joyful expression on its face as it approached Rick.

The water splashed loudly as the mermaid opened its mouth, revealing its tender teeth. Like a newborn baby, it was effortlessly lifted out of the water by Rick—

Water droplets slid down its semi-transparent membranous wings and tendrils on its sides. Its tail, as delicate and small as a white snake’s, shimmered with fine scales. When Rick lifted it out of the water, surprise flashed across its face, and then they exchanged a kiss filled with desire—

Even the loud splashing water couldn’t mask the wet sounds of their tongues intertwining.

Despite being mentally prepared for a live adult show, Miguel’s scalp tingled involuntarily. He reached out and grabbed Caesar’s arm, only to be pushed away with a look of disgust. Undeterred, the Navigator took advantage of the cramped space to lean in and quickly lick the man’s ear.

His chin was immediately grabbed and pushed away. In the dim candlelight, Miguel was pleased to see Caesar’s handsome face filled with warning.

Smirking, Miguel turned back to the pool. Inside, Rick had already pushed the mermaid to the surface. Amidst heavy breathing, the mermaid lay limply, half of its body resting on the edge of the pool, its tail spread open and defenseless before the First Mate of the Wind Fury. Its cherry-like lips parted slightly, letting out silent, breathless moans with each of Rick’s movements.

Rick’s familiarity with the mermaid suggested this wasn’t his first time. He frowned slightly, tracing a line on the mermaid’s navel, then followed some unknown curve downward, leaving a wet trail on its pale skin. When his fingers reached the junction between the tail and abdomen, the breathing grew heavier—

Miguel widened his eyes, fully immersing himself as a good audience member.

He saw Rick’s fingers caress the mermaid’s tail, stopping about forty centimeters below the junction. The lighting in the bilge was too dim, and Miguel cursed the lack of spotlight for the first time—

Vaguely, he could see Rick peel back a semi-transparent, gauze-like membrane from the mermaid’s tail, then chuckle softly as he pinched the mermaid’s cute, small penis—

Cute, small penis.

Penis?!!!!

Miguel couldn’t believe his eyes. His eyeballs were practically glued to the Cat’s Eye as he slapped the man beside him, who showed no surprise, for an explanation—

Caesar turned his head impatiently, only to see his little slave wearing a look of utter shock. This ignorant expression displeased the meticulous Captain, who pinched Miguel’s face and pulled it outward as a prank. Then, leaning close to the Navigator’s ear, he whispered, “I told you to read more books. Why are you acting all cute and clueless now?”

“The mermaid is male?” Miguel gasped in disbelief.

“Mermaids have no gender,” Caesar explained with a smile. “They’re all hermaphrodites… Not every year do fleets visit the Mermaid Harbor. You have to think, when there are no men available, they need a way to reproduce the next generation—”

“If they can handle it themselves, why do they need humans?”

“Didn’t you see the size of it?” Caesar chuckled lowly. “Besides, offspring from mating with humans are healthier and stronger—every leader in the mermaid lineage has had a human father who died young.”

“…”

Speechless, Miguel returned to the Cat’s Eye. Sure enough, in the pool outside, after playing with the small penis for a while, Rick let it go. He lifted the mermaid’s hips, pushing it further above the water, allowing the swaying kerosene lamp in the Wind Fury’s bilge to illuminate the lower half of the beautiful sea creature—

Below the penis, everything was exposed. The female genitalia, moistened by the seawater, was revealed under the dim light. The petals, like the shyest of maidens, enveloped the female clitoris, yet it wasn’t entirely like a normal woman’s genitalia—exceptionally beautiful, yet utterly shocking!

Miguel finally understood why the officials were so desperate to claim the mermaid’s virginity.

As Rick thrust into the mermaid, it showed no resistance, instead emitting heavy breaths. Its slender arms clung tightly to the First Mate’s muscular back. Its eyes closed, tears streaming down its cheeks, forming pearl-like droplets that solidified in the air before falling into the water with a soft plinking sound—

The mermaid’s delicate body moved weakly with Rick’s thrusts—

As if clinging to its only lifeline, it held onto the man possessing it. Its eyes opened, the hazy pupils seemingly containing all the temptations of the sea—wealth, women, fame—

Its tail wrapped tightly around Rick’s leg, and within visible speed, they sank into the depths of the bilge’s water—

At the same time, Caesar frowned slightly, his hand gently reaching for the handle of the small hanging door in front of him!

Just as Miguel thought he was about to burst through the door, a sudden change occurred outside—the First Mate, who everyone thought had succumbed to the mermaid’s allure, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no trace of confusion in his gaze. Still inside the mermaid, he gripped its slender shoulders and roughly flipped it over, pressing it against the edge of the pool!

Amidst the splashing water, another fierce assault began—

The sounds of their movements, mixed with the sticky slapping, echoed like thunder throughout the bilge.

Left in the cramped peeping room, the master and servant, who had failed to intervene and were now forced to continue their voyeurism, awkwardly exchanged glances.

Miguel: “…I didn’t expect Rick to be the wild type.”

“Shut up,” Caesar said, slightly exasperated.