Chapter 86

Rick’s stamina was formidable, and he was going at it vigorously by the poolside, much to the dismay of the two people who were ostensibly there to protect but were actually peeping. Having watched too many pornographic films under the leadership of a lecherous boss in his previous life, Miguel quickly lost interest after watching for a while. Although witnessing a mermaid being ravished was a rare and bizarre occurrence, he found it rather mundane after the initial excitement. So, less than half an hour later, when Rick’s semen slowly surfaced like a mushroom cloud, the navigator couldn’t help but yawn unceremoniously.

However, his yawn was cut short as it froze on his face.

Pushed aside and unable to watch the live action, the Captain had no choice but to glare at the navigator. So, when a momentary look of discomfort crossed the young man’s face, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Rick just looked up and gave us a sinister smile,” Miguel said, feeling utterly bewildered. “I think we’ve been discovered.”

“With your intense gaze, even a dead man would come back to life, let alone my first mate on the Wind Fury,” the Captain sneered, showing no surprise at his clumsy companion. “So, what’s strange about Rick noticing us?”

Miguel, somewhat indignant, retorted, “With that tone, are you saying everyone on the Wind Fury is a god? We hid so well, how could any normal person find us?”

“Of course. If it were me,” the man’s lips curled into a nonchalant smile, “I would have sensed your presence the moment I stepped into this cabin.”

Bragging much? Do you have a radar or lightning rod on your head to be that sensitive?

Miguel’s disdain was inadvertently written all over his face. Noticing this insolent expression, the Captain gripped the navigator’s chin, forcing him to face him, his smile now tinged with menace. “What do you want to say?”

“I’m so touched, really,” Miguel said sincerely. “Can you really sense my presence no matter where I am?”

He emphasized the pronoun “I.”

To his surprise, the Captain actually nodded—but before Miguel’s heart could soar with joy, the man added with a disdainful glance, “I can smell you from eight hundred meters downwind.”

“Bullshit!” Miguel, feeling insulted, blushed from his face to his neck and protested hoarsely, “I shower every day, what smell are you talking about? You’re talking nonsense!”

The Captain chuckled, full of mockery. “The smell of a cat in heat.”

“…”

Miguel paused, then awkwardly turned his face away. He had always prided himself on being shameless, but at that moment, he realized that when faced with someone he loved, no matter how thick-skinned he was, a single look or smile from them could crumble his defenses and stop his heart. This had nothing to do with gender or age; being with someone who could make his little brother stand up and sing the national anthem was like experiencing first love every day.

In this round, Caesar emerged victorious.

Miguel declared defeat and lay down, ready to be teased.

After not getting a response for a while, Caesar also set aside his playful mood. With a rough thumb, he gently caressed the corner of the young man’s soft lips, then let go with a light hum. His gaze flicked over the navigator, who was red-faced and necked, lost in some wild thoughts. “Why are you making that hesitant face? With me here, do you think he’d dare come up and beat you?”

Miguel didn’t respond, still immersed in his own overly sentimental reflections.

Only when the persistent Captain pressed for an answer a second time did the navigator seem to snap out of it and nod in agreement. “You’re right, it’s all your fault anyway.”

Caesar: “…”

Outside the small peephole, it seemed to be intermission. Rick sat by the pool, dripping wet, his red hair plastered to his face, darkened to a deep wine color by the water. From Miguel and the Captain’s vantage point, they could see the first mate’s profile, which was devoid of any superfluous emotion—he appeared even colder than usual. The mermaid, which had just received his “blessing,” lay weakly floating on the water’s surface, its soft belly exposed without reservation before the first mate. Its eyes were closed, and its head gently nuzzled against Rick’s leg.

It seemed completely conquered by the human before it.

…

However, this seemingly romantic scene had a different interpretation in someone else’s eyes.

“—Your mermaid seems to have been ravished by the red-haired first mate.”

Miguel narrowed his eyes and whispered in a deliberately crude tone into Caesar’s ear.

“…” The Captain shot him a disgusted look, pushed the malicious navigator aside, and took the prime spot at the peephole for himself.

At that moment, Rick’s hand was slowly caressing the mermaid’s flat belly. Sensing something, the mermaid opened its beautiful eyes, its expression fragile yet pitiful. However, this was clearly not enough to move the first mate of the Wind Fury. His hand gradually moved downward, reaching the area he had previously invaded. At that moment, the delicate flower was still stained with some milky white liquid that hadn’t been swallowed in time, slowly oozing from the crevice. This extremely lascivious scene was fully taken in by Rick. Feeling the non-human creature beneath his hand tremble lightly, he smiled—a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten the mermaid’s earlier attempt to drag him underwater and drown him.

Even if it was instinctual, it was still unforgivable.

With his fingers slightly curved, he gently parted the petals, and without warning, his rough hand, calloused from long years at sea, thrust heavily into the trembling entrance—

The mermaid opened its mouth, revealing its tender teeth, its body spasming uncontrollably. As if completely oblivious to this scene, Rick remained indifferent. He increased the speed and force of his hand, while his other hand leisurely felt around the edge of the pool, eventually finding a slightly damp cigarette. After finally lighting it and placing it between his lips, he casually waved in the direction of the ship’s hull with the hand holding the cigarette, as if in a gesture of respect.

Behind the small peephole, after a momentary pause, Caesar snorted, then lazily smiled.

Now that the first mate’s safety was fully assured, the performance before them began to reveal something else—

Mermaids were indeed beautiful creatures. When they gasped soundlessly, when their beautiful eyes became dazed from climax, when Rick’s hand pounded against its body, the sticky sound of liquid flowing uncontrollably filled the air. It crawled out of the water on its own, its small head resting on the first mate’s thigh, its tail spasming instinctively, shimmering silver as it lightly slapped the wet pool edge in rhythm with the force of Rick’s movements.

A cruel and lascivious scene.

Yet it was filled with an atmosphere of mutual consent.

Behind the door, Caesar also lit a cigarette, squinting slightly as he brought it to his lips. He didn’t inhale, merely held it between his teeth. The rising smoke made his amber eyes appear somewhat blurred. He leaned lazily against the old door, seeming somewhat absent-minded, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

Miguel felt a bit unnerved by this slightly sinister smile.

“What?” the navigator leaned in. “Enjoying the show so much that you regret not taking the lead today?”

This was purely a teasing remark between men, and Miguel thought there wasn’t much jealousy in it—but when Caesar glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty… Sighing as he leaned against the Captain, the navigator thought to himself that with all these ups and downs in his heart, he was definitely going to die young, losing at least ten years off his life.

Caesar didn’t respond, holding the cigarette between his lips, his gaze swept over the dejected navigator with a hint of amusement. Then, he grabbed the young man’s wrist and silently pressed it against his lower body.

Miguel immediately understood what was going on.

Through the thin, breathable fabric of summer clothes, the unmistakable hardness and intense heat in his hand clearly indicated that the Captain had gotten “aroused” from watching the live show.

And judging by the hardness of “Little Caesar,” the arousal was quite intense.

Caesar let go of his hand, but the other’s paw continued to press against his erection as if addicted. He raised an eyebrow, and when he spoke again, his voice was husky and low, tinged with desire. “What,” he said indifferently, “are you reciting the Slave Code?”

…Slave Code? What’s that?

The man took a drag from his cigarette and smiled, his gaze fixed intently on the navigator’s face, almost word by word, he said, “Article 28: When the master has needs, serve the master.”

“Oh,” Miguel nodded blankly. “So, are you inviting me to seduce you?”

“Thunder and lightning,” the man chuckled deeply from his throat.

“Pagoda subduing the demon river? …No, what the hell is that?”

Miguel muttered with a deadpan expression. He quickly glanced up at his big dog, noticing that the handsome and chiseled features hidden behind the smoke had taken on a different kind of charm… Well, sorry for the digression, but in the eyes of the navigator in full-on infatuation mode, that dog face was always good-looking, every second of the day.

Even the slight movement of his nose when he breathed seemed particularly graceful.

Miguel felt that Caesar was tormenting him. With his lower body paralyzed, he couldn’t do anything particularly passionate. He thought for a long while with a straight face, staring at Caesar’s calm expression, his hand never leaving the man’s hard, burning erection.

Outside the cramped cabin, the mermaid let out its first vocalization during yet another climax—a sharp, piercing sound, as if liquid was caught in its throat, accompanied by the vibration of the fluid.

“…Whatever.”

The cigarette was removed from his lips, the man’s eyelids twitched slightly, and then he felt a familiar heat approaching. He moved slightly, supporting the black-haired youth who was leaning in, his large hand gradually sliding down to the hip. A pair of cool, thin lips pressed against the corner of his mouth…

Playfully pulling back slightly, the other immediately pursued him. This time, he extended his tongue, lightly licking the corner of the man’s mouth, as if asking to share in the lingering taste of tobacco on his lips.

Caesar let out a muffled laugh.

In the next second, he took the initiative!

His hand on the other’s waist tightened, forcefully pressing the young man, who had been teasing him like a cat, against himself. His breath was domineering and fiery, his tongue forcefully prying open the lips of the person above him and delving in with a heated breath—his eyes remained fixed on Miguel, the amber pupils shining with a beast-like, invasive glare. With an unyielding attitude and raw strength, he explored every inch of the young man’s slightly parted lips, not leaving a single spot untouched.

When the little slave in his arms, overwhelmed by the kiss that seemed to last an eternity, let out a muffled moan, he pulled away and ended it. At that moment, the Captain’s eyes deepened into a darker shade of amber due to another emotion. He reached out, his rough thumb wiping away the glistening saliva that hadn’t been swallowed from the corner of the young man’s lips, then abruptly stood up and playfully tossed the person in his arms onto the nearest bed.