After Transmigrating into a Mermaid, I Was Picked Up by an Evil Dragon - Chapter 4

LAN realized the issue the moment he saw the little merman staring straight at him.

His expression shifted for a fraction of a second before returning to normal. He explained calmly, “I have dragon blood. Don’t mind it.”

As he spoke, his eyes reverted to their original blue.

An Ming sat there like a statue, offering no response.

LAN also grew contemplative, his face darkening as the air in the room seemed to solidify.

At that moment, An Ming’s head was thundering. A specific passage from the original book leapt vividly into his mind:

[Rage caused the mixed-blood evil dragon’s eyes to turn into greenish-gold vertical slits. Giant demon-like dragon wings unfurled from his back, and icy dragon scales covered the side of his face.

“Go die,” he said with cold cruelty. With a single squeeze of his claws, he crushed the Human Emperor’s head.]

The original book had been abandoned halfway through. The Human Prince was still busy flirting with Adjutant A, while the half-human, half-dragon villain continued to act with tyrannical impunity across the interstellar world.

And that villain’s name was LAN.

An Ming had always visualized those three letters in his mind; he had never tried to pronounce them as a name.

Now he understood. “Lan” wasn’t just some nameless person.

It was LAN, the legend itself.

An Ming wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Wasn’t he supposed to be the cannon fodder of cannon fodders? A mere background character? How on earth did he run into the most terrifying villain in the entire book?!

Recalling LAN’s various brutal acts described in the novel, a chill spread through An Ming’s entire body, reaching his very marrow.

“I…” He began a difficult confession, desperately searching the original owner’s pathetic memories.

But his mind kept wandering.

At first, LAN “kindly” gave him water, then immediately threatened to chop off his tail for soup. Now, he was pretending to feed him and “promising” to find a planet to release him…

Wasn’t this just a cat playing with a mouse? Pure, sadistic amusement?!

“Speak,” LAN said. He was preoccupied and didn’t notice that An Ming was already on the verge of a total breakdown.

“I… I think I was catching fish in the sea… there were several clansmen with me… they seemed to be protecting me…” An Ming’s voice was hoarse. “The slavers… the spaceship… the shells… everyone died… I was captured… I don’t know them! They thought I was an Omega and wanted to sell me to the Home Star… they tried to kill me… but they died instead.”

An Ming could barely get the words out. He spoke in fragments, and without realizing it, tears filled his eyes once again.

“Please…” The pitiful little merman began to sob. “Don’t chop off my tail for soup, don’t eat me… I’m really not a spy… hic…”

He hallucinated bloody images and, unable to control himself, broke into a fresh wail.

He hadn’t even seen what his own tail looked like yet!

It was so unfair!

LAN finally noticed something was wrong. “Why are you crying again?” He frowned and, after a moment of hesitation, reached out his hand.

“!” An Ming recoiled as if struck by lightning. His elbow slammed hard against the edge of the dining table, knocking over his plate. The plate hit the floor with a dull thud. The spot where his fair arm hit turned red instantly, and he winced in pain.

LAN: “…” How could someone this clumsy be a spy?

“Let me see.” This time, LAN caught An Ming’s hand. The moment they touched, both of them froze.

LAN’s eyes flickered for a second before returning to normal.

An Ming was terrified, but since his right hand was already caught by the Great Villain, he didn’t dare pull away. With tears in his eyes, he let the other man lean in to check his condition.

The bruised spot was on his right elbow. Worried about twisting the little merman’s arm, LAN didn’t move the limb; instead, he leaned forward himself to get a closer look.

His warm breath inadvertently brushed against An Ming’s skin. Suddenly, silver-blue scales shimmered into existence along An Ming’s hand and forearm.

The original owner’s memories told him that this was the merman equivalent of getting goosebumps.

Before LAN could even see the injury, he caught a clear look at those silver-blue scales.

They were semi-circular, thin, and glowed with a beautiful luster, layered neatly one over the other.

“It’s nothing serious,” LAN said after his inspection, releasing An Ming.

No matter how weak the little merman seemed, he was still an Alpha; a bump of this level was trivial. An Ming realized this, and then realized that LAN realized it too.

Yet, LAN had looked anyway.

The crying stopped.

The air solidified once more.

The panic An Ming felt upon discovering LAN’s true identity eased slightly, and his brain began to function again.

A “Great Villain” was just a label from the original book, mostly relevant to the protagonist, the Human Prince. From a certain perspective, he was just a plot device.

An Ming wasn’t the protagonist. Surely the villain wouldn’t be unreasonable for no reason.

As long as he explained clearly that he wasn’t a spy, LAN probably wouldn’t go back on his word.

An Ming took a breath and continued his confession: “I was captured by them. They were merman traffickers. I didn’t know they were sent by the Human Emperor.”

LAN remained noncommittal.

An Ming wanted to continue proving himself, but as he opened his mouth, he suddenly experienced a bout of breathing difficulty.

He had only just undergone differentiation. After being brought here by the Zerg, Ivan, he had immediately entered his first rut, and then suffered through a series of intense emotional fluctuations in a short span of time.

His emotions had just peaked moments ago.

It felt like… he was running out of oxygen.

An Ming reached for his neck, and his webbed claws appeared again.

The sharp nails quickly left several red marks on his delicate skin.

“What are you doing!” LAN stood up abruptly. Was this little merman trying to commit suicide?

“It… it hurts…” An Ming’s eyes were red. “It hurts so much…”

He didn’t know how to describe the sensation. The previously subsided heat had returned with a vengeance, surging through his bloodstream like a violent storm.

His body felt like it was going to explode.

“Where does it hurt?” LAN pried An Ming’s hands away to stop him from self-harming, questioning him at the same time.

The little merman began to gasp heavily. His eyes were glazed, and he ignored the questions.

“An Ming?” LAN called his name.

An Ming’s body was tense. He breathed in large gulps, his gaze fixed on nothing.

LAN had seen similar situations among his subordinates and quickly realized what was happening. An Ming was suffering from an Alpha Rut Syndrome essentially, a violent outburst triggered by a severe lack of proper rest.

It looked aggressive, but it wasn’t a major problem. There were two ways to solve it; the most common was an injection.

“I’ll take you to the bedroom to rest.” LAN grabbed An Ming’s arm, trying to get him to stand. “I’ll give you a shot of suppressant, and you’ll be fine after a sleep.”

An Ming was pulled up, but his body swayed unsteadily.

“Can you walk on your own?” LAN asked, doubting his condition.

An Ming still didn’t answer; he simply slumped forward.

LAN was quick, catching the little merman by the waist.

So soft, so thin, LAN thought, his mind wandering for a split second. But he quickly focused, picking him up in a bridal carry and heading toward his own bedroom.

With their chests pressed together, the fresh scent on An Ming was incredibly distinct like the sky right after a rainstorm.

LAN was puzzled. This guy hasn’t bathed, has he? How does he smell so clean?

The refreshing scent grew stronger. The little merman’s face was flushed crimson, acting like a living oxygen generator that was almost too refreshing for the lungs.

LAN’s head suddenly throbbed.

He had thought he couldn’t smell An Ming’s pheromones. He was dead wrong! An Ming’s pheromones didn’t have a “smell” they were the scent of pure, fresh air!

Another wave of fresh air hit his nose, but this time it carried a hidden aggression. Caught off guard, the gland at the back of LAN’s neck twitched uncontrollably.

!!!

LAN rushed into the bedroom at top speed, wanting to lay the merman down and retreat as fast as possible.

Everything went smoothly at first. An Ming was placed onto the soft mattress. LAN immediately let go and reached for a thin blanket nearby to cover him.

His wrist was suddenly seized.

The little merman’s hand was white and slender, looking quite fragile.

But his strength was immense.

LAN tried to shake him off but couldn’t.

Wary of accidentally breaking the little merman, he could only apply force gradually to pull away.

He still couldn’t break free; instead, he was pulled down harder.

An Ming was already drifting in and out of consciousness. He looked up blankly at the person in front of him and murmured, “You smell so good, so good…”

Good? LAN was wearing suppressants. What did An Ming smell? Leaking pheromones?

But LAN knew his own scent very well. It was a sharp, biting scent of cold ice. Due to his constitution, it repelled all other Alphas. Ivan and his subordinates said it smelled like knives, like sharp needles.

In this world, no Alpha wanted to be near him. They only feared his terrifying power, respected him, or looked up to him.

An Ming continued to pull. Heaven knows where this semi-conscious little merman got such monstrous strength, but LAN was dragged lower and lower until he was almost chest-to-chest with the boy.

LAN exhaled, preparing to use real force.

In that exact instant, An Ming seized the opportunity. His seemingly slender waist was full of explosive power. With a sudden roll, he pinned LAN firmly beneath him!

An Ming had no idea what he was doing.

He only felt hot so hot his body was melting. And the person in front of him smelled so good like cool coral at the bottom of the sea, like a freezing spring in a valley, like an ice cream in the heat of summer. A large one.

LAN was pinned, unable to move. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, a vein throbbing at his temple.

“Let go of me, An Ming. An Ming!”

The little merman named An Ming didn’t listen at all. Following his Alpha instincts, his nostrils flared as he sniffed his way toward the back of the neck of the Great Villain.

The skin of LAN’s neck was brushed by two warm, soft things.

Immediately following that was the sensation of wet, hard canine teeth.

LAN’s entire body went numb. His vertical pupils snapped into existence, and dragon scales materialized across his cheek.

Two overwhelming auras erupted simultaneously, entangling with one another and quickly filling the entire room.

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