Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Are you really okay? You don't feel any discomfort?"

Fleme still asked a little uneasily, fearing that Herbert would have any uncomfortable reaction.

"It's okay, really, you believe me!"

Herbert felt a little helpless after being asked, and was not in the mood to joke anymore, so he raised his flag and surrendered.

"Miss Freme, you've asked me for the thirteenth time, but there really isn't any! If there is, I will definitely tell you."

Don't tell you, I will definitely use the topic to my advantage and blackmail you severely!

I want you to give me a good touch of your tail...ah! Why didn't I think of this just now?

Losing money.

What a big loss!

But now that the matter has come to this, he can no longer shamelessly use this as an excuse to ask for benefits - why not?

Herbert had a sullen face and began to talk nonsense seriously: "No, I suddenly realized that I was seriously injured and I have to touch your tail to heal it."

Shame is really worthless.

This is true whether it is work, life, or emotional communication.

"Yes, I have a terminal disease that requires me to touch the siren's tail to survive."

After saying that, Herbert nodded seriously with a sad look on his face, as if this was indeed the case.

It doesn’t matter whether others believe it or not, he already believes it himself.

This is indeed the case!

Freme:? ? ?

"Eh?"

She, who was worried about gains and losses, came to her senses after being stunned for a moment. She felt the pressure lightened for some reason and burst into laughter.

"Haha, you little guy is so funny!"

She laughed so hard that she slapped the waves with her tail.

Wow wow~

After laughing for a while, she rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded towards the boy who was suppressing his expression at the moment.

"You have to touch my tail, right?"

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Unexpectedly, she didn't refuse, and she generously stuck her tail out of the water balloon and brought it directly to Herbert.

"Here, you can touch it, but don't go too far."

Um?

Herbert's eyes widened as he looked at the colorful fish tail so close.

It’s really okay!

She's so nice.

Valentina doesn't know how generous she is.

With her tail in front of her, of course Herbert would not be polite to her and happily accepted the apology he deserved.

He wiped his hands on his clothes and then grabbed it directly.

slip.

This is the most intuitive first feeling.

It is very smooth and soft, with a faint coolness, like touching a piece of smooth and cold jelly, or touching a clear spring.

But the fish tail is surprisingly dry, with no moisture remaining on it, as if there is a hydrophobic layer on the surface.

Wow.

With the gentle touch, Herbert's expression became a little lazy.

So comfortable.

If you can hold this and sleep on it, you will definitely have a great sleep in summer!

Whoosh——

But just when Herbert was about to study it more carefully and touch it upward to compare the touch, the fish tail was pulled back with a swish.

"Ah, Tails ran away——"

He raised his hand and grasped it feebly in the direction the tail was leaving.

Come back soon~ I can't bear it alone~

Herbert pursed his lips and muttered unwillingly: "Why did you take it away? I haven't finished studying it carefully."

"No, no, you are not allowed to touch me again this time."

There was a strange blush on Freme's face. She turned her head away shyly and muttered: "You, your technique is so strange...it's so itchy!"

She actually didn't know why she agreed to this strange request, but she just felt that there was nothing wrong with letting him touch it.

After all, he may be the only special person in the world who can listen to himself sing without any harm.

But the moment Herbert actually started touching, Fleme regretted it.

That feeling was really...so strange.

He was clearly touching her tail, but it seemed like he was touching other parts of her body.

Touch it gently, observe carefully, and slide gently along every delicate line of the scales.

Rub, rub, rub against the smooth scales - rub -

! ! ?

Those strange feelings made Freme's whole body become itchy - it was tingling all over! ! !

But it wasn't the kind of itch that was completely unacceptable. It wasn't until I couldn't hold on any longer that I forcibly pulled the tail back.

No, not anymore.

If the itching continues, I'm afraid it will really become weird...

"Not this time? Oh okay, then I'll touch it next time!"

Herbert picked out the flaw in Freme's words and decided on the spot: "As promised, let me pet your tail next time!"

"..."

Fleme moved her lips. She originally wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she somehow managed not to refute, and just acquiesced to the agreement proposed by Herbert.

Although Freme was reluctant to admit it, she felt that it was not a big deal if it was itchy, and she could just tolerate it and get over it...

Freme shook her head, trying to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind.

No matter, let’s talk about these things later.

Fleme suppressed the turbulent thoughts in her heart and forced the topic to change on track: "You, why did you suddenly appear? Isn't it midnight now?"

"Haha, I just had a sudden thought and wanted to see what you guys were doing in the middle of the night. Will it disturb your rest?"

Herbert didn't tell the truth - after all, it was really hard to explain to others such an abstract reason as "to protect the hook from being harmed by others".

Fleming certainly didn't think of this either. After listening, she shook her head: "Sleep has long been dispensable to me, not to mention that there is no difference between night and day here."

She said it easily, but it made Herbert's mouth tremble slightly.

Yes.

For prisoners like them, what's the point of alternating day and night? Aren't they all trapped in this prison?

Herbert was trying to comfort her, but Fleming herself didn't care. Instead, she asked shyly: "Then...will you come again later?"

"Maybe? What's wrong?"

Fleming took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to say: "I, I will sing next time, do you still want to listen?"

Will he refuse?

Will he?

He...

"Of course."

Herbert smiled, without any hesitation, and gladly accepted Miss Siren's invitation.

"It is my honor to hear such a beautiful song."

He looked at Freyme, who was obviously relieved, and chuckled:

"When the time comes, please be sure to sing a few more songs."

.

.

"He ran away."

"It's still too late. He has completely fallen."

Under the bright moonlight, Bishop Thorn looked down at the mucus and blood on the ground and shook his head slowly.

"Where did he run to? Misty Mountains?"

But the presiding judge didn't know.

Just as he was thinking, a hunched figure tremblingly pressed his hand on the door of the Third Commandment House.

Creaky.

By the way, the Third Commandment House has another easy-to-understand name in the monastery-

Alien Prison.