100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 748: Chapter 747 - The Mer-Men Gangbangging a Human Woman

The mermaid race, the aquatic beings who lived in the deep waters, possessed the ancient transcription knowledge.

Their bodies, which were naturally attuned to magical energy, carried the rune codes in their cellular structure.

The knowledge was not in their minds. It was in their flesh. By studying a mermaid’s body, by analyzing the magical patterns in their tissue, the rune codes could be extracted.

Of course for him, it was to fuck them to get a 100x boost of whatever their bloodline had.

And the moment his eyes went to the list, he smiled.

"Now that’s a hassle," he said. His voice carried the ’this-is-complicated-but-interesting’ tone that was also the ’I-will-deal-with-it’ promise.

The list, which the trader had brought, contained information about the available demon women. But at the bottom, in a separate note, was a mention. A mermaid. Traces of a mermaid had been found. The location was not a city or a port. It was a ship. A pirate ship.

"The traces of the mermaid were found with the pirates of the Coral Fang," the trader said. The name, ’Coral Fang’, was a pirate crew that operated in the southern waters. Known for their brutality and their black-market connections, they were not the kind of people that a nobleman should approach.

"Indeed," the trader continued, emboldened by Viktor’s interest. "We have found the mermaid you asked for. But it seems she has been captured by people who are more interested in her body."

"Men are like that," Viktor said. He smiled. The ’I-am-going-to-do-the-same’ admission that was also the ’but-I-will-do-it-better’ claim.

It was said that a mermaid’s flesh was much tighter and different in texture than any other woman. The aquatic body, which was adapted to the pressure of deep water, had a unique consistency. The pussy, which was structured differently from human or dwarven or demon women, was described in the literature as ’silken’ and ’gripping’ and ’unlike anything a man has experienced’. They were sold at a hefty price. The wealthiest nobles in the kingdom would pay fortunes for a single night with a mermaid.

There was a small issue. Unlike most captive women, mermaids were not meant to take the seed of multiple men. The mixed semen, the combined genetic material of different males, would corrode their core. The magical core, the organ that sustained their aquatic nature and their rune knowledge, would degrade and die. A mermaid who was fucked by multiple men would die within days.

The pirates, Viktor knew, would not fuck her. Not because they were kind. Because they knew the value. A virgin mermaid, or one who had only been with a single partner, was worth ten times more than a used one. The pirates would sell her to a single buyer. A royal. A noble. Someone who would pay a fortune for exclusive access.

’Which means she is probably a virgin,’ Viktor thought. The ’or-at-least-close-to-one’ assessment that made his cock stir.

But rather than the pussy, he needed the transcription knowledge. The rune codes, the ninth-circle inscriptions that were embedded in her flesh, were the key. With them, he could embed magic circles on his soldiers. A ninth-circle spell, inscribed on a common footman, would give that footman the power to destroy cities. A single soldier with the power of a ninth-circle mage. An army of such soldiers.

The civil war, which would break the kingdom apart, required absolute power. Not just his own. The power to make even the smallest soldier at his command strong enough to bury nearby kingdoms. That was the foundation. That was the security. That was the Empire.

"So," he said, his voice carrying the decision that had already been made. "Let’s meet the pirates."

The trader, who had been sweating, paled further. "Sorry, it would be dangerous. We need to book mercenaries. Armed escort. The Coral Fang are not—"

"What did you say the name of the pirate was?" Viktor interrupted. His voice, which had been casual, was now sharp. The ’I-need-to-hear-that-again’ sharpness that made the trader flinch.

"The... the Coral Fang. The captain is a woman named Seren. She—"

Viktor’s eyes widened. The name, ’Seren’, triggered a memory. A flash. A recollection from his previous life, from the knowledge that he had carried across death and rebirth.

’Shit,’ he thought. The realization, the ’I-know-this-name’ recognition that was also the ’this-changes-everything’ certainty.

Seren. The half-mermaid pirate. The woman whose father had been human and whose mother had been a mermaid. The woman who used her mermaid heritage to lure men searching for mermaids. The woman who arranged auctions and traps. The woman who killed every man who came to buy.

The knowledge, the mermaid knowledge that the pirates claimed to possess, was bait. The auction, the ’come-buy-a-mermaid’ invitation, was a trap. Seren, the half-breed daughter of a murdered mermaid and a killed human father, was taking revenge. Every man who arrived at the auction would die.

The realization, the ’they-are-going-to-kill-everyone’ certainty, should have given him pause. It did not. The ’I-don’t-care’ dismissal that was also the ’I-just-need-a-mermaid’ focus. Even a half-breed would do. The rune codes, even in a diluted form, would be enough. Enough to begin. Enough to build.

He ignored the trader’s warnings. The ’you-will-die’ warnings that were also the ’I-want-my-commission’ pleas. He sat in the carriage. The door closed. The horses moved.

The window, the small rectangle of glass, showed the capital passing by. The streets, the people, the commerce. All of it, the backdrop to his plan. The ’I-am-going-to-a-pirate-trap-and-I-don’t-care’ reality that was also the ’I-am-stronger-than-anyone’ certainty.

His power, the divine sovereignty that had been growing since his descent, pulsed. The connection to his women, the invisible network that fed him energy, was active. Five women, now scattered across the territory, were linked to him. Each one, a source. Each one, a battery. The power, the accumulated power of five women’s devotion, made him stronger than any being in the kingdom.

He closed his eyes. The ’I-will-rest-before-I-arrive’ rest that was not rest. It was anticipation.

~ Part III: The Ship

The ship was called the ’Saltwound’.

The vessel, a three-masted galleon with patched sails and a hull that bore the scars of a dozen battles, was anchored in a hidden cove south of the capital. The cove, accessible only through a narrow passage between two cliffs, was invisible from the open sea. The water, dark and still, reflected nothing but the overcast sky.

The deck, weathered and stained, was the stage for the entertainment.

The woman was human. Brown hair, matted with sweat and salt water. Commoner’s clothes, torn and hanging from her body in strips. Her skin, pale beneath the grime, bore the marks of ropes. Her wrists, bound behind her back, were raw. Her ankles, tied together, were chafed. Her mouth, stuffed with her own panties, was sealed. The cotton, white and soaked, was visible between her lips.

She was crying. The tears, which had been falling for hours, had cleaned tracks through the grime on her face. Her eyes, brown and red-rimmed, were wide with terror. The ’I-have-been-kidnapped’ terror that was also the ’I-am-going-to-die’ certainty that was also the ’please-someone-help-me’ plea that no one could hear.

She was being fucked. By two mer-men.

The first mer-man was beneath her. His body, muscular and scaled, lay on the deck. His tail, the powerful appendage that had been folded beneath him, was flat. His cock, the six-inch organ that was covered in small spines, was inside her ass.

The spines, the small barbs that were designed for gripping, scraped her anal walls with each movement.

The blood, thin and red, leaked from her ring.

The tissue, torn by the spines, was raw.