Her ears were flapping back and forth, and her tail behind her was excitedly raised and then slammed heavily onto the ground, nearly sending the nearby furniture flying.
That slap was even stronger than her battle capability when she was possessed by the curse. If it wasn’t for the Reinforcement Magic that Fisher had applied, he suspected she could have smashed right through the floor,
"I...I want Fisher to look at me with the eyes one reserves for a woman... Is that, is that okay?"
Moli closed her eyes and finished spilling all her words, then covered her chest with her hands, panting a bit. Perhaps it was due to unease and uncertainty that she kept her eyes closed, but fearing she might seem too timid, she still ventured a peek at Fisher...
Of course, she didn’t dare look directly at Fisher; she only quietly glanced at his collar.
Fisher was slightly taken aback, then he said with a smile,
"I’ve already resigned from Saint Nali University, so I’m no longer your professor... And besides, I’ve learned a lot from you."
He had learned much about the Whale-man Species and the conditions on the Sea Floor from Moli. Although at times she wasn’t very mature, even the Completion Manual had listed her as a Juvenile Whale Species, but Fisher had never seen her as a child. She was, after all, the prophesied "Mysterious Sea Child."
After Moli heard this, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. The blue streams in her eyes began to rise, intertwining joyously with the black currents.
"Then may I... um... may I touch Fisher’s hand... just as a part of, you know, researching humans..."
Moli carefully probed, as if to hide her real thoughts, she heaped on several conditions. Although there was still a hint of shyness, at least now she was able to make a request on her own, which should be good for her balance.
Fisher gently extended his hand, her ears almost taking flight. When she looked at Fisher with a blushing face, she placed her small hand into his palm.
Strangely enough, despite having said it was for the purpose of researching human hands, she was now hooking her fingers onto Fisher’s hand.
Her small, tender hand tightly grasped Fisher’s, and she inched a little closer to him, to get a better look,
Mr. Fischer’s hand was big and very warm, so different from the temperature of the sea...
She thought this adorably to herself, while Fisher was still pondering the words she had spoken through the mouth of the curse.
Maybe he shouldn’t reveal that he could breathe underwater; if she really ambushed and knocked him out, that would be bad. This little orca, timid as she might be, sure had a lot of strength.
Oh, and there was the help from the biased God of Ramasitia...
"This... So soon? I...haven’t... prepared..."
Moli looked at Fisher, both flustered and excited; the way she seemed to be enticingly playing coy was too alluring, leaving Fisher unsure of whether to express his true thoughts.
Thinking it over, Fisher still reached out with his other hand and tapped her on the head, causing her to adorably cover her head with both hands,
"What are you thinking? I meant it’s time for a rest, and you should sleep on the couch."
"Woo...I...I get it...don’t tap my head anymore, it hurts..."