Mermaid Effect

Munster's head was covered by a film, and those translucent films had now completely turned milky white, while the other half of its face was covered with cracked hard skin, which looked almost like the bark of a pine tree , Its red eyes shone with a moist luster between the cracks and cracks in the skin.

"Oh my God, what you look like now..."

Rand couldn't help but rubbed his temples and gave a wry smile.

"Rand?"

Munster climbed onto the bed with some worry, and the tip of his tongue protruded from the gap between his lips, trembling like a snake letter.

"Your leg is hurt...I want to make you...comfortable."

It stammered and tried to explain.

It can be seen that it doesn't pay attention to its own face at all. As a monster, it obviously doesn't realize how impactful its current appearance is to normal people.

Rand looked at his calves, noticing the comforting coolness of Munster's drool-covered skin.

He wasn't quite sure what the saliva of a creature like Munster was for, but since it claimed healing, Rand figured he'd have to believe it, too.

Some uncomfortably pulled over the quilt to cover their naked bodies.

"Hey, come here."

Rand patted his side lightly, signaling Munster to come to it.

"I'm sorry I accidentally kicked you just now, but what I want to say is that it's very impolite to lick other people casually..."

He taught Munster gently.

Just as long ago, in that small apartment on Pine Street, there would always be such a relationship between him and Munster, he taught it knowledge of the human world, and it rewarded him with sincere and pure emotion.

Rand reached out and gently stroked Munster's head.

The touch from the fingertips told him that the milky white film had hardened now, and only if you were very serious could you feel the rhythm under the film through some slight tremors.

Rand couldn't help but checked the other half of Munster's face, and found that the cracked hard skin on his face was a little loose, and a small piece of hard skin fell directly from Rand's touch. It flakes off its face.

"It's so itchy..."

Munster let out a short little protest.

"Wait, Munster, let me see."

Rand became serious because of what he had glimpsed before. He cupped Munster's face with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the small piece of skin that was exposed in his vision after the hard skin peeled off. On fair skin.

Delicate, smooth, soft...warm skin.

Rand was a little surprised to see the change on Munster's face.

"your face……"

"Oh, Rand, you make me so weird!"

Munster couldn't help himself, his tail flapped on the sheet.

It's an amazing feeling for Munster...in fact, it's the first time he's actually been touched by the outside world.

The living conditions of sirens in the deep sea make their skin structure destined to be less sensitive, and Munster is naturally the same.

Before that, its skin was covered with extremely fine scales that were visible or invisible to the naked eye. The scales on these skins allowed it to easily come and go on vertical or horizontal walls, but on the other hand, they were very important for the touch Feelings are dull.

However, the new skin it molted this time was so sensitive that Munster himself was frightened.

Rand just touched his cheek lightly with his fingers, and it could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips, softness... that feeling was so comfortable that it was about to completely soften its body—it couldn't help it Shaking his body wildly, he avoided Rand.

And at this moment, it vaguely felt that its tail seemed to be pressed against something.

In the next second, a wet moan sounded in the room with 360-degree surround sound.

"Oh, oh, there it is, it's there... that's great, my big beast... oh... I'm going to..."

"Honey... bite me... fuck me..."

……

Rand stared dumbfounded at the high-precision large-screen monitors hanging from the four walls of the room, and the pictures of several sexy male bodies intertwined (and more in-depth communication) appeared on it from different angles without reservation.

Munster turned his head away, watching the blushing scene with unprecedented curiosity.

"Why is that man calling my name?"

It pointed to the screen closest to them and asked with great interest.

"To shut up."

Rand frantically stretched out his hand to cover Munster's face, and at the same time leaned out to try to reach the remote control. He frantically pressed the buttons in an attempt to turn off the damn video.

But the end result was that he made his bed spin.

That's right, the bed in this room can fucking spin - after a few seconds, the whole bed starts bouncing up and down.This function was obviously developed to take care of the physiological needs of "normal customers", but it directly caused Munster and Rand to roll together.

Of course, strictly speaking, the only person who can't maintain balance is Rand. Munster's special physiological structure allows him to stay very smoothly on this creaking and trembling bed.

However, unlike any previous time, this time it did not immediately "save" its dear Rand - its attention was completely attracted by the protagonist in the video who was the recipient .

Forgot to mention, it was a young man with pale skin, black hair and green eyes.

He was pressed down by the "big beast", screaming and bearing the impact of the latter, his face flushed, his eyes blurred, and he let out obscene screams one after another.

Before that, Munster lost all his attached eyes and one right eye, and his only remaining vision was a little blurred, but for such a very short moment, the image of the black-haired youth in the video and his orchid Germany coincides.

click-

In Munster's fantasy, it seemed to hear the sound of some kind of chain breaking, and a brand new and unprecedented sense impacted its spirit, almost burning every nerve of it clean.

"Great, oh oh oh, so—"

After a very slight "buzz", the cry that resounded through the sky suddenly disappeared.

Those screens turned black, then slowly moved upwards, and finally disappeared into the dark space above the ceiling.

The bed stopped turning, and so did the shaking.

"God..."

Rand murmured in relief, and threw the remote control in his hand among the piled up bedding.

For such a short moment, he felt that his cold sweat was about to break out.

He had never felt so embarrassed.

"I never knew that the current brothel has developed to this point. It seems that all aspects of life can actually use high technology, ha, ha ha..."

Rand said dryly, he tried hard to find a topic, trying to cover up the terrible accident that just happened.

However, Munster's body is still stiff. Even if it only has one eyeball, Rand can see how dazed its eyes are now.

It maintained its previous posture, staying beside Rand like a sculpture, but its hair and scales quickly turned into a strange blue-purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The color is so rich that it makes people feel slightly disgusted just by looking at it.

"Munster?"

Rand shook his hand in front of it with some horror, only to see the latter turn his head back blankly.

Its eyes are extraordinarily shiny.

"Rand, why..."

"Shut up, there is no 'why'." Rand decisively interrupted its questioning, "What you saw just now is just a certain...communication method in human society. Have you watched the "Discovery" program? Well, such a scene also appeared in it, rhino and rhino, lion and lion... This is very normal..."

"But he called the man 'Munster.'"

Munster said suddenly.

"God, I said, can we stop this topic? It's just a nickname or something, I can call you that if I want..." Rand was almost incoherent, he really didn't know what to say How to deal with the weird scene in front of him? In panic, he could only joke and maintain a superficial relaxation and calmness.

So he leaned close to Munster's ear like that, lowered his voice and repeated the word slowly.

"Munster."

……

Then he patted Munster on the shoulder and climbed off the bed.

"We've been delayed for some time, I don't know when the deep white people will find us, but the safe way is to leave here as soon as possible..."

As he spoke, he took out the clothes that could only be described as "wreckage" from under the bed.

"Damn it." He cursed, looking at the cloth in his hands.

Fortunately, he brought some clothes from Rogers' house, but the women's clothes were only the previous one.

Apparently from today onwards, his career in disguise will come to an end.

Rand changed himself into a plaid shirt and trousers, and then struggled to find one that looked similar to him among the piles of documents.

The following day, he would be Franklin Anton, but with ash-brown hair and clumsy glasses.

"Gosh, I think we need to get some hair dye...and a pair of glasses."

Rand nodded with a headache.

Maybe it was because of panic... He didn't pay much attention to Munster's unusual quietness from the beginning to the end.

The latter's gaze rested deeply on Rand's back.

Munster felt flustered and tense, and at the same time, secretly excited, by the images that were coming to his head.

In the video I saw before, the moaning of the young man was replaying in its mind like a video tape...

"Munster?!"

Rand turned his head back, he looked at Munster frowning slightly, and then leaned over with some worry.

"Is there something still wrong with you?"

he asked.

The moment Rand approached, Munster ran up the wall like a frightened rabbit... A few seconds later, he fell straight to the ground because of the too smooth mirror surface.

Its tail swept over the bedside table, and the poor cheap chest fell directly to the floor.

A thick stack of industry publications was immediately scattered on the ground.

Nude women with full breasts and buttocks, men with wheat-colored skin and eight-pack abs... The exposed pictures are particularly conspicuous on the black ground.

And Munster saw the black-haired young man he had seen before almost immediately on the cover of one of the publications. He turned sideways, deliberately showing his hips, and his body was very Leaning softly in the arms of another tall man.

Munster's eyes fell on the man's face.

Whether it's the young man or the man, they all have handsome faces that conform to human aesthetics.

"Oh, God, what you look like now..." - Munster didn't know what was going on with him, but he suddenly remembered the sentence that Rand said with a wry smile when he looked at it this morning talk.

It silently raised its head and looked towards the wall.

Those mirrors reflected countless identical faces at the same time...a face that belonged to Munster.

ugly face.