Volume 8 Chapter 3 Interrogation ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The woman stirred, her movements sluggish, like a fish flopping on dry land. She tried to push herself up, but her arms and legs refused to obey, bound tightly and unyielding.
Despite the blindfold cloaking her vision, she didn’t panic—not right away. Her demeanor suggested a cool-headed nature, one that assessed rather than flailed. She twitched her fins, the ones sprouting from her heels and hips, testing her constraints with a subtle wriggle. Her body swayed, and realization seemed to dawn—she was thoroughly restrained. She strained against the bonds, muscles tensing, but they didn’t budge an inch.
”Hey there, sleepyhead,” Klock called out, his voice rough with mockery.
”…Who’s there?” Her response came steady, almost too calm for someone in her position.
She tilted her head, as if trying to scan her surroundings, but the blindfold kept her world dark. A pause hung in the air, and then, as if piecing together her predicament, she stilled, her senses sharpening toward the presence behind her.
”You, human from the town, huh?” she said, her voice edged with defiance. “Think you’ll get away with this?”
Klock snorted, unimpressed. “Oi, oi, don’t go actin’ tough when you’re the one tied up. Keep mouthing off, and you’ll regret it.”
He shoved her back, forcing her face toward the floor. Even bound, she carried an air of stubborn pride, her spine straight despite the humiliation. Klock stood behind her, chuckling through his nose. She was positioned on all fours, her right arm tied to her right leg, her left arm to her left, leaving her unable to shift or rise. She might’ve been able to roll, but breaking free? That’d take a miracle—or monstrous strength. Her posture, hips raised and vulnerable, looked pitiful, yet her lips pressed into a tight line, her aura still defiant. This was no ordinary captive—her pride burned bright, even in this state.
Klock drove a knife into the floorboards in front of her with a sharp *thunk*. She flinched, just for a split second, likely guessing the sound’s meaning despite her blindness. He pressed the cold blade against her throat next, letting it linger. “Who’s your boss?” he demanded.
The whole point of snatching this Fishkin soldier was to squeeze out information. No need for pleasantries—he cut straight to the chase, expecting her to catch on quick.
Silence.
She didn’t speak, her silence heavy with thought. Maybe she was calculating, weighing her options. They were in a rundown inn in the heart of the town, a place Klock had commandeered while the innkeeper was away. If she screamed, her comrades might hear—maybe. But if she tried anything reckless, Klock wouldn’t hesitate to escalate. He just wanted her to spill, and fast.
”Why’d you lot take over the town?” he pressed. “Tryin’ to set up a Fishkin base here?”
More silence.
”Why not lock down the town? What’s the deal with letting the humans roam free?”
Still nothing.
”Oi, quit playin’ mute,” Klock growled, nudging her side with his boot.
Her fins flicked, a quick flutter, but she stayed quiet, ignoring his prodding. Klock’s patience frayed. “What, need me to start cuttin’ fingers to get you talkin’?”
He wasn’t *that* sadistic, but the threat carried weight. He grabbed one of her fin-like ears, marveling at its odd texture as he leaned close, his voice low. “C’mon, talk.” But she clamped her mouth shut, stubborn as a rock, her silence a wall.
*Dammit, what a pain.*
Clearly, she wasn’t the type to crack under basic threats. Was it her species, or just her iron will? Klock had expected her to fold quickly, but now he sighed, exasperated. Then he noticed—her mouth was open, lips parted wide, like she was about to swallow something massive.
*Wait… a song? Is she trying to call for help with a song?*
The thought hit him like a bolt. Fishkin songs were legendary, their voices said to carry a beauty no other race could match. Some even claimed they could sing notes beyond human hearing, a trick to summon allies. A bear-like Beastkin had told him that once, and it stuck.
”Oi, what the h*ll you doin’?” Klock snapped.
”Ah…!” Her voice caught, startled.
She’d been bold, trying to pull that stunt right under his nose. Her hips were still raised, her water-skimpy outfit barely covering her. Klock’s hand shot out, slipping beneath the fabric, gripping her exposed skin. She jolted, her body jerking like she’d been shocked.
”What’s that? Song stopped, huh? Don’t need to call your buddies anymore?” he taunted.
”You… filthy b*stard…!” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage.
His fingers tightened, kneading her flesh. She squirmed, trying to twist away, but the bindings held her fast. Clearly, she couldn’t focus on her song with her body under siege. She writhed, her movements desperate, her defiance cracking under the pressure.
Klock toyed with her, one hand probing deeper, finding slick warmth. He teased, his touch deliberate, drawing a faint squelch. “C’mon, sing already,” he mocked.
”Stop it… d*mn you…!” she spat, her voice breaking.
He kept at it, his fingers working with purpose, the other hand grazing the fabric of her outfit, pinching a sensitive spot. She twisted, her hips bucking, and with a frantic thrash, she toppled sideways, collapsing onto the floor.
”What’re you here for? Who’s the leader of your Fishkin squad?” Klock demanded. “Talk, and I’ll stop. Keep quiet, and we keep playin’.”
He wasn’t here to mess around forever. Sure, toying with a Fishkin girl had its appeal, but he had a rendezvous with Cianie to make. If she’d just spill, he’d let her go—simple as that.
She clamped her mouth shut again, her body freezing the moment he asked. He pressed harder, his fingers working her relentlessly. No response. She was pretending to feel nothing, her face a mask of defiance.
*What, she’s gonna stonewall me?*
Even as her hips twitched, she held her ground, acting like his touch didn’t faze her. That kind of stubbornness was almost admirable, but it was starting to tick him off. “Fine, play tough. Makes it easier for me,” he said, his voice low.
She was part of the Demon Lord’s Army, after all—a soldier, even if a grunt, working against humans. No need to hold back. He tugged at the ties of her outfit, the flimsy fabric falling away to reveal her bare skin. Her hips, full and soft, looked all too human despite her Fishkin nature.
”Fishkin got fish bodies half the time, right? So what’s with *this*?” he said, grabbing her flesh, his fingers sinking in. It was real, no question—warm, pliant, human-like. He parted her skin, exposing the delicate pink within, slick and glistening. His finger slid inside, enveloped by heat.
”Ah… d*mn… you filthy…!” she growled, her voice thick with venom, though it wavered.
Her words reminded him of Suzette, the way she’d sneered at him when they first met. He pressed deeper, his thumb circling slowly, watching her grit her teeth. “Fishkin think they’re better than humans, huh? Then figure out resistin’ me’s pointless. Got seawater in your head or what?”
”Shut… up…!” she snapped, her voice strained.
She wasn’t breaking yet, but her body betrayed her, hips shifting under his touch. Klock kept going, the wet sounds filling the room as he worked her over, pinching and teasing until her body jolted hard.
”Ah… ah…” Her breaths came sharp, uneven.
”What’s that? Enjoyin’ yourself?” he taunted. “Gettin’ all worked up over a human’s touch?”
”I’m… not…!” she protested, her voice cracking.
He pushed harder, three fingers now, drawing out slick warmth with every motion. The room echoed with the sound, her defiance crumbling as her body responded despite her will. She was ready, her body betraying her stubborn silence.
”Ah… ngh…” she gasped, her voice softening.
”Gettin’ chatty yet?” he pressed, leaning close.
She sealed her lips again, as if wrestling with whether to keep fighting or give in. Klock gripped her hips, forcing her to her knees, positioning her for more. He pressed himself against her, the contact drawing a sharp, “Ngh…!”
Her body yielded, slick and warm, enveloping him with ease. “So this is a Fishkin, huh? Feels just like any other,” he said, his voice mocking. Humans, Demonkin, Beastkin, Fishkin—the sensation was the same, no matter the race. Her body clung to him, tight and eager, despite her protests.
”Ugh… you…!” she growled, turning her head, her blindfolded face twisted with frustration. Her stomach strained, as if the pressure was too much. He moved, slow at first, then harder, each motion drawing a sharp breath from her.
”Ah…!” Her voice slipped, laced with something softer, almost sweet.
”What’s that?” Klock said, catching the shift. “Somethin’ you wanna say?”
”Once… my allies come… you’re done for…” she panted, her voice shaking. “They’ll… tear you apart… enjoy this while it lasts…!”
”Sure, hope they show up,” Klock said, brushing off her threat with a grin. She bristled at his nonchalance, her pride wounded.
This was just a Beastkin-frequented inn, no traps, no defenses. The idea that her comrades would come for a single soldier was a long shot. Fishkin might be tight-knit, but reality was harsh—nobody was coming. The floor creaked under their weight, the rhythm steady and relentless. Klock pressed harder, gripping her fins like handles, his movements rough.
”Ah… ugh…!” she gasped, her voice breaking.
”Tight little thing, ain’t ya?” he mocked. “Even like this, you’re puttin’ in work. Fishkin pride, huh?”
”Shut… up…!” she snarled, but her voice wavered, caught between defiance and desperation.
He kept at it, his words sharp, aiming to break her spirit as much as her body. Her gasps filled the room, her body reacting despite her protests. Each motion drew her tighter, her resistance fraying. He slapped her hip, and she jolted, her body clenching in response.
”Feelin’ it now, huh?” he taunted. “Actin’ all tough, but you’re clingin’ to me like you want it.”
”Stop… stop it…!” Her voice was almost a plea now, her strength fading under the relentless pressure.
Her protests carried the weight of someone stripped of freedom, clinging to pride with no cause left to fight for. Her body trembled, caught in the clash of defiance and surrender, as Klock pressed on, unyielding.
And after holding out this long, what would it even mean except being broken for nothing?
”…You want me to stop?”
”…Please…”
”Like hell I would!!”
He didn’t make it easy. His hips slammed forward with sharp, rhythmic thuds, each strike jolting her hips as he pinned her down and dragged himself through the tight, stretched heat of her.
”Wh—why…!! S-so rough…!!”
”Obviously. You think invaders get treated gently?”
She still had space to breathe, still had room to lie. And as long as she could lie, this wasn’t over. Breaking someone’s spirit took more than pressure—it took cornering their heart until it had nowhere left to run.
He drove himself in without restraint, heavy and deep, forcing her to take him to the root. Bound as she was, the merfolk soldier still twisted her hips wildly under him, her struggling only making the squeeze inside her tighter, rougher, more chaotic. He pressed through the rolling walls of her and growled low in her ear.
”Who’s your leader? Name. And where.”
He leaned down from behind, chest to her back, fingers trailing up her neck until they curled against her jaw. His breath brushed her ear as he spoke again, steady and cold.
”Stop enjoying this and answer me.”
”Haaahhh♡ I—I’m not enjoying it…!! Nnnaaahh♡”
All she could do was hold herself up on her elbows, her back arched, hips lifted helplessly. She couldn’t move away, couldn’t fight back, couldn’t even roll over—just present herself and endure. And if she didn’t speak, then it was just sex. The merfolk soldier let out ragged, colored moans, her voice breaking again and again as she caught each of his drives.
Klock sighed at the sight. If he didn’t wrap this up soon, Cianie might come looking—and if she walked in on this, she’d probably think he was cheating on her.
”…Guess I’ll just finish inside, then.”
”…!?”
”Well, you’re not talking, so I’ve got no choice.”
It wasn’t like this ended just because he’d gotten inside her. The last wall, the last threat, was finishing. He didn’t even know if Humans and merfolk could make kids—but it wasn’t about that. It was about risk. No one would shrug that off.
”Wait—no, you can’t…!!”
”What’s your leader’s name? What color are they?”
”…P—Primlena! She’s orange!!”
Her voice tore out of her, bubbling with spit, the words spilling between shuddering cries as her hips rocked with his thrusts. She’d finally spoken. Klock let out a breath of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
”Where is she?”
”C—close, I think—!!”
”No. I asked where she usually stays.”
”Gh—o-on the flagship, with the fleet!!”
”Why are you occupying this town?”
”T-to block reinforcements from the Beast Country, that’s what—ahhh♡ that’s what they told us!!”
So they were worried about the Beast Country after all. Made sense—one of the largest nations on the continent. They’d deployed Fishkin at sea to cut off the route entirely, shutting down trade and severing Human Continent from outside interference. Not a surprise, but still troublesome.
”Nh—hhnn♡ too rough… you’re… too rough…!”
”And how long have you been here?”
”Nh—hhuuhh—ha-half a month♡ about… half…!”
”Then why keep the Humans alive?”
”D-don’t know… orders were… to stay put—ahhh♡ nghhh♡ ahhhhhh♡”
Even as she cried out, he didn’t slow. He kept driving into her hips, her slick body jolting beneath him—and then, suddenly, the tight walls around him clamped down hard.
”You’re being loud. Are you gonna come?”
”Nnnfffhhhhh♡ I—I’m♡ I’m—my p*y!!”
Her hips jumped, pressing back against him as if trying to swallow him whole. She’d climaxed in the middle of being questioned, her body twitching as she stayed bent over, locked around him like she thought it was some kind of lover’s sex.
”…Tch. Took long enough.”
Her answers were all that mattered. A single soldier had nothing else worth taking. Deciding she was used up, he finally pulled himself free.
Her hole gaped wide open, trembling as it spasmed, strings of slick arousal sliding down to pool on the floor beneath her. Klock snorted under his breath.
”Hey, you’ve got an ass that big and you still went and became a soldier? Your folks never told you to play to your strengths? When you get back to your precious sea, ditch the spear and practice begging for c**k instead. You’re way more talented at that.”
He caught her legs as they trembled and flipped her over. The orange mermaid flopped onto her back, gasping—and he climbed over her, pushing back into her dripping heat all over again.
”Ffffggghhhhhhhuuuuuhhhh!!”
He drove in like hammering a nail, hard and deep, wet sounds slapping through the room as he took her from the front this time. He tore off the flimsy bikini top made from stitched shell and cloth, exposing her breasts—the n***les were paler than he expected. He bent down and closed his mouth over one as he pounded into her.
His hips sped up. This wasn’t interrogation anymore. This was just selfish release, nothing more. She tried to speak, or maybe protest, but he ignored her. Her body could take him—so he stopped caring how gentle he was. He clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her, and kept going until he spilled.
”MmmmmhhhhhgggghhhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhh!!”
Strangers always drained him the most. Her inner walls squeezed down with crushing rhythm, wringing out everything he had. He pinned her hips under his weight as the hot spill poured into her, the merfolk’s so-called superior womb filling with the seed of an “inferior” Human. Each pulse drew another shudder from her as if her body didn’t know which side to obey.
Like a fish flung up on land, the mermaid writhed and twisted beneath him, her body clenching greedily around him even as if she didn’t mean to. He kept grinding deep until every last drop was buried inside her. When the spasms finally eased, her struggling did too. She just lay there, twitching faintly in time with each last lazy throb of release.
”Ahhh… my bad. You’re just too damn good. Guess that’s what being a ‘superior species’ gets you.”
He pulled out, and a thick white gush welled out after him, trailing down the curve of her ass and dripping onto the floor. If he had more time, he’d go again—but he didn’t. He traced a finger lazily over her swollen clit just to amuse himself, making her hips jump violently.
So yeah. Even if they had no tails on land, merfolk were definitely women. He’d had more than enough of her “superiority” for one day. Time to get out. Cianie was probably back by now, and if he was late she’d worry.
”Ahhh… nnhhh… ahhh♡ hhh… hhhnnn…♡”
She was too busy trying to breathe to say anything back. He left her there and slipped out of the inn. He’d cut one side of the ropes, so when she recovered she could free herself and crawl back to the sea.
If she thought Humans were beneath her, all the better. No way she’d tell anyone she got captured, raped, and talked. Now all he could hope was that Cianie had dug up the mayor’s location while he was gone.
Job done, Klock jogged off with a quick flick of his coat.
* * *
”Um… Lady Primlena…?”
A red-haired mermaid supported the orange one on her shoulder as they walked, Primlena trembling faintly, her breaths sharp and shallow.
”Th-that white stuff… what is it? I’ve never seen it before. Is it… maybe…”
”Shut up!! If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you and feed you to the dragons!!”
”S-sorry!! I’m sorry!!”
Her shout made her stomach jolt, and a wet, obscene *plop* slipped out. Primlena’s glare cut sideways like a blade. Her companion quickly looked away. White dripped faintly from the crotch of her bikini, soaking the fabric as she clenched her jaw.
”This can’t be… I can’t believe this… I’m a priestess of the Undersea Temple. The Sea General Primjune’s sister, third seat of the Demon Lord’s Army. And I… I…”
At the edge of the port she shoved her companion away and dove headfirst into the water. In a shimmer of magic, her legs fused back into a fish’s tail, her body flowing back into its proper shape for the ocean world.
”Uuuu… uuuuuuuuuu… I won’t… I won’t let that man go for this…!!”
Primlena covered her face with both hands and sank into the sea, muffled sobs spilling through her fingers as she vanished into the blue. The other merfolk glanced at each other in uneasy silence, unsure what had just happened.
Notes:
• Clea – younger dog beastkin sister who also serviced Klock previously.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
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