Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 39: Rich and Generous Fleming (Please read on!)
"Are you really okay? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Freme still asked with some concern, fearing that Herbert might have some uncomfortable reaction.

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

Herbert felt helpless after being asked such questions. He was in no mood to joke anymore and just raised the flag to surrender.

"Miss Freme, you've asked me for the thirteenth time. I really don't have it! If I did, I would definitely tell you."

Don't even mention telling you, I will definitely take advantage of the situation and blackmail you!
I asked you to give me a good pat on your tail...Ah! Why didn't I think of this just now?

loss.

It’s really a big loss!

But now that things have come to this, he can no longer shamelessly use this as an excuse to ask for benefits - why not?
Herbert's face was stern, and he began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "No, I suddenly found that I was seriously injured, and I must touch your tail to heal it."

Face is really worthless.

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

"Yes, I have a terminal disease that requires me to touch Siren's Tail to survive."

After saying this, Herbert nodded seriously with a sad face, and it seemed that this was really true.

He doesn't care whether others believe it or not, he already believes it.

It’s true!

Freme: ???

"Eh?"

She was originally worried about gains and losses, but after a moment of silence she finally reacted. For some reason she felt the pressure relieved and burst out laughing.

"Haha, you little guy is so funny!"

She laughed so hard that she fell backwards, and her tail slapped the waves.

Wow wow~
After laughing for a long time, she rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded at the boy who was holding back his expression.

"You must touch my tail, don't you?"

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Unexpectedly, she did not refuse, and she generously stretched her tail out of the water ball and put it directly in front of Herbert.

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

Ok?
Herbert looked at the colorful fish tail so close to him and his eyes widened.

It’s really okay!
She is so nice.

I don't know how generous Valentina is.

Since the tail was right in front of him, Herbert certainly would not be polite to her and gladly 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, and has a slight cool feeling, like touching a piece of slippery and cold jelly, or like touching a clear spring.

But the fish tail was unexpectedly dry, without any moisture left on it, as if there was a hydrophobic layer on the surface.

Wow.

The touch was gentle, and Herbert's expression became a little lazy.

So comfortable.

If you can hold this while sleeping, you will definitely have a comfortable sleep in the summer!
whoosh-

But just as Herbert was about to study it more carefully and touch upwards to compare the texture, the fish tail suddenly pulled back.

"Ah, the tail ran away--"

He raised his hand and grasped weakly in the direction the tail was moving.

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 studied it carefully yet."

"No, no, don't touch me again this time."

Freme's face flushed strangely, and she turned her head away shyly, muttering: "You, your method is so weird... It's so itchy!"

She actually didn't know why she agreed to this strange request, but she just felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong in letting him touch her.

After all, he might be the only special person in the world who could listen to his own singing without getting hurt.

But the moment Herbert really started to touch her, Freme regretted it.

That feeling was really... so strange. He was clearly touching her tail, but it seemed like he was touching somewhere else on her body.

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

Rub, rub, rub on the smooth scales--rub--

! ! ?

Those strange feelings made Freme feel itchy all over her body - itchy all over!!!

But it wasn't the kind of itch that was completely unbearable. It wasn't until it couldn't bear it anymore that it forced its tail back.

No, it can't.

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

"Not this time? Oh well, I'll touch you next time!"

Herbert found the loophole in Freme's words and made a decision on the spot: "It's a deal, let me touch your tail next time!"

"..."

Freme moved her lips and wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she did not refute and acquiesced to the agreement proposed by Herbert.

Although Freme was reluctant to admit it, she felt that it was no big deal and it would go away if she endured it...

Freme shook her head, trying to clear away the distracting thoughts in her mind.

Never mind, let’s talk about these things later.

Freme suppressed her chaotic thoughts and forced the topic back 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, such an abstract reason as "to protect the hook from being harmed by others" was really difficult to explain to others.

Of course, Freme couldn't think of this either. After hearing this, she shook her head and said, "Sleep has long been dispensable to me. Besides, there is no difference between day and night here."

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

Yes.

What was the meaning of the alternation of day and night for prisoners like them? They were still trapped in this prison.

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

"Maybe? What's the matter?"

Freyme took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to say, "I, I will sing again next time. Do you still want to hear it?"

Will he refuse?
can you?

he……

"Of course."

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

“It is my honor to hear such beautiful singing.”

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

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

"He got away."

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

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

"Where did he go? The Misty Mountains?"

But what the presiding judge didn't know was.

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

crunch.

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

Alien prison.

　The second round of recommendations will be published this Sunday, and I’m so nervous... My last book died in the second round. I read enough, but then it was killed by the newly launched and immature AI because it didn’t attract enough people.

　　The current start is better than the last book, but I’m still so panicked—

　　Save the child!
　　Love you guys!
　　You must read it——

(End of this chapter)