On the surface, Connor Shaw appears to be the coolheaded, celibate follower of the Fyerian faith who lives like a monk. All of Jewelton knows that about him. Behind closed doors, however, he suffers from a severe case of compulsive sexual disorder.

According to the traditions of the merpeople, a mermaid like Sylvie Waverly will have to marry the first human she meets and perform the ultimate act of intimacy 999 times.

Masquerading as a lovesick doormat, Sylvie does everything she can to marry Connor. However, the only one in Connor's heart is Anna Larson, his first love. Everyone assumes Sylvie will get jealous, but all she wants is to complete her mission as soon as possible and return to her own world.

Once Connor has bedded her 999 times, Sylvie leaves him without a second thought.

By the time Connor realizes Sylvie is the mermaid who saved him all those years ago and that she alone can cure him of his compulsive sexual disorder, it is all too late.

All throughout their seven-year marriage, Connor Shaw would always offer prayer and worship to the God of his Fyerian faith before he ravished Sylvie Waverly.

As they did the deed before the home altar, Sylvie couldn't stand the pain. She turned around to beg for mercy.

"Keep your mask in place, and don't turn around," Connor instructed quietly.

Sylvie was briefly startled, but Connor soon made it impossible for her to focus. After some time, she heard him let out a low moan.

She was a little out of it as she lay on the cold, hard floor. Her legs were still trembling.

Now that the deed was done, Connor calmly pulled on a white dressing gown before tossing Sylvie a handkerchief. "Wipe it up. Don't sully God's eyes."

Sylvie took a while to recover. Then, after she'd shakily put on her clothes and turned to leave, she heard Connor on the phone with his doctor, Gerald Dunn.

Standing just outside the door, he openly stated, "I only married Sylvie to deal with my compulsive sexual disorder. Once you're able to treat my condition, I'll divorce her."

Upon hearing the mention of divorce, Sylvie felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Connor was a devout follower of the Fyerian faith who seemingly lived like a monk, but he suffered from a compulsive sexual disorder. Only the natural body scent of a mermaid like Sylvie could satisfy the lust that was buried deep within him.

Every time they got intimate, Connor would get Sylvie to wear a mask so that he could imagine she was Anna Larson, his first love.

Since they got married, Sylvie had carefully protected Connor's reputation in Jewelton for being chaste and religious. Everyone around him thought he was keeping his chastity intact for Anna. Sylvie was the only one who knew just how wild and frenzied he became.

Connor's voice rang out again. "I'm worried I might hurt Annie during one of my episodes, so I'll wait until I'm all better before I marry her. I don't care about that lovesick doormat."

Sylvie laughed.

Connor was unaware that she was merely completing a mission required of her as a mermaid. He thought she was an infatuated lapdog willingly delivering herself to him.

When they first met, she was 700 years old, and he was seven years old. She'd saved him when he was drowning on the edge of the ocean.

According to the traditions of the merpeople, one would have to marry the first human one encountered and be intimate with the human 999 times before being allowed back to the ocean.

To complete the mission, Sylvie waited until Connor grew up. Then, she took a human form and became the antidote to his compulsive sexual disorder. Thus far, they already had slept 997 times. After just two more, she could finally leave him for good.

After finishing the call, Connor came back to the room and said with a hint of apology in his voice, "I've got an important meeting to attend at the office. You can celebrate your birthday on your own."

Sylvie nodded. As it was, she'd been celebrating her birthday alone all these years.

Once Connor left, Sylvie checked her social media and saw Anna's latest update.

"The moment the princess beckons, the prince will always show up beside her."

It was the caption beneath a photo of Anna leaning against a man's broad shoulder. She had a sweet, blissful smile on her face.

Sylvie instantly recognized whose shoulder that was. The black tie worn by the man was the one she'd ironed for Connor herself.

Connor's and Anna's friends left comments beneath her post.

"Did that doormat Sylvie not cling to Connor?"

Anna replied, "She's a complete fool. Connor managed to brush her off with a random excuse."

Sylvie couldn't be bothered to care about this exchange. She set her phone down and eagerly wrote a letter to her family.

"Mom, Dad, prepare a feast. I'll be back soon."

Done with the letter, she tried to stretch, only to realize that her lower back was aching. Connor seemed unaffected by worldly desires such as lust, but he was very forceful when they got intimate.

As Sylvie massaged her aching body, she thought to herself, "Just two more times, Connor, and I can leave you for good."

Sylvie took a hot shower and had a good night's sleep. In her dream, she saw her parents. They had already prepared a feast for her and were all smiles as they waited for her to come home. She also dreamed of Damian Pierwyn, her childhood sweetheart, gently pulling her into his embrace.

She was dreaming away happily when she was woken up by the notifications coming from a chat group.

"Goodness me! Anna listed Sylvie up on eBay for 99 dollars per round! That's hilarious."

"99 dollars? That's too much! A doormat like Sylvie is only worth 9.90 dollars at best."

"Sylvie never would've gotten a chance if Anna hadn't gone abroad to study a few years ago. Just wait. Connor is going to divorce her soon enough. I bet it'll happen in three months."

"I say a month!"

"I say two weeks!"

"Dude, this is the wrong group. Sylvie's in this one."

Immediately, the chat group went silent. Soon afterward, Sylvie got a call from Connor.

"You haven't read those messages from the chat group yet, right, Sylvie?"

"Oh. I have," Sylvie calmly replied, as if she weren't the one being humiliated.

After a pause, Connor said, "Annie didn't do it on purpose. I've punished her for it."

Connor seemed certain Sylvie wouldn't kick up a fuss, and he was right. She didn't. She wasn't even angered. All she did was ask, "How did you punish Anna?"

"She'll have to skip a meal," Connor answered.

Sylvie said nothing.

Noting her silence, Connor lowered his voice and said, "From the very first day we got married, I told you that Anna is the only one I love. You're the one who insisted on casting aside all your dignity to cling to me."

After hearing the same thing for seven years, Sylvie already had his speech memorized by heart. She was just about to end the call when she heard riotous laughter coming from his end.

"I told you, Connor. That doormat Sylvie wouldn't dare say a word about it."

"It's already rather generous to sell a shameless woman like her for 99 dollars."

Connor's buddies were mocking her yet again. She had grown used to such treatment over the years.

"Shut up," Connor snapped angrily.

For a brief moment, Sylvie thought he was standing up for her. However, he immediately continued, "Annie's here. Don't say such nonsense in her presence."

Sylvie ended the call in silence.

Connor didn't return that night. Instead, Anna posted another update on social media.

"Thanks to that special someone who took time out of his busy schedule to celebrate my birthday with me. I feel so blessed."

She shared a video that showed Connor accompanying her while she made her birthday wish. After blowing out the candle, she kissed him on the cheek.

Their friends all left comments.

"Oh, my. Connor is such an innocent man! He turned red from a single kiss."

"Excuse you! Connor is a religious man who believes in celibacy. He's not a playboy like you."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's Sylvie's birthday today, right? I guess that lovesick doormat is probably crying her eyes out at home. I bet she doesn't even have any appetite right now."

Sylvie, who was munching away on a drumstick, snorted when she saw that comment. There was no way she'd cry over a bastard like Connor.

…

Sylvie was the type to get over things quickly. The next morning, in a bid to finish her mission as soon as possible, she couldn't wait to text Connor, asking, "Are we doing it tonight?"

"Are you that much of a shameless woman?" Connor replied within seconds.

Sylvie waited for a few minutes. She could see that he was typing a message. Eventually, she got a response.

"Wash up and wait for me."

Sylvie smirked. After just two more times, she could leave Connor at last. Thrilled at the thought of finally reuniting with Damian, she wanted to celebrate by opening a bottle of red wine.

However, the moment she stood up, she felt a wave of nausea hit her. Clutching the table for support, she began dry heaving.

All of a sudden, Anna entered the house. The moment she saw Sylvie heaving, her expression darkened at once.

"Sylvie Waverly! Are you pregnant?"

Before Sylvie could wrap her head around the situation, Anna's bodyguards were already restraining her.

"Connor has never slept with you, so who did you sleep with to get pregnant? I can't believe you're really such a slut!"

Grabbing Sylvie's jaw in fury, Anna stuffed a handful of abortion pills down Sylvie's throat. Soon after the bitter pills went down her esophagus, Sylvie felt an intense pain coming from her abdomen.

"I-It hurts."

However, Anna wasn't going to let Sylvie off so easily. She slapped Sylvie twice, screaming, "You deserve to be in agony! You're nothing more than a stupid doormat hanging around Connor all the time. What gives you the right to marry him?"

Sylvie felt as though her abdomen was being squeezed and wrung out like a piece of laundry. She broke out in a cold sweat. Using all the strength she could muster, she shouted, "Help… Save me…"

But at the very next moment, Anna grabbed Sylvie by the throat, making it impossible for her to scream.

"How dare you call for help? Die, you bitch!"

Just before Sylvie lost consciousness, she thought she saw Connor dashing in.

When Sylvie opened her eyes once more, she found herself lying on a hospital bed. She heard Connor's friends grumbling beside her.

"Everyone in Jewelton knows Connor is celibate. Even after he married Sylvie, he never touched her. Who knows how she got pregnant? What if Anna hadn't found out in time? Did Sylvie expect Connor to raise some other bastard's kid?"

"Sylvie's hopelessly in love with Connor, but Connor is keeping himself chaste. I bet she wanted to use a kid to hold over Connor's head. What a dumb, evil woman."

"Back in the olden days, a bitch like her would've been burned at the stake!"

Sylvie had just woken up. Her throat was too dry for her to speak. She looked at Connor. Only he knew the baby was his.

Connor sensed her gaze on him, but after hesitating briefly, he stayed silent.

Sylvie withdrew her gaze without a second thought. She'd forgotten that Connor didn't love her at all. Why would he sully his celibate, religious image for her sake?

Once his friends left, Connor finally approached Sylvie and said quietly, "I was too careless with using the proper protection. I'll be more cautious next time."

He didn't even apologize.

Although Sylvie didn't like him and didn't want kids either, she still felt a heavy feeling in her chest.

"And? Anna fed me an entire handful of abortion pills," she reminded weakly.

Still keeping his voice low, Connor said, "Annie's an innocent soul. She doesn't know the truth about us. She was just acting on impulse out of concern for me. In any case, we agreed from day one that we weren't going to have kids. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Sylvie closed her eyes. "I'm tired. You should leave."

She raised her hand to shoo Connor off, only to notice that her arm was bandaged.

Looking rather sheepish, Connor explained, "Annie hurt her arm. She needed a skin graft. You have fair skin, so it was the most suitable."

Sylvie, who had been tolerant the whole time, was finally angered. "Did she even think about asking for my permission first?"

Upon hearing that Sylvie was holding Anna responsible for what happened, Connor frowned and said, "Don't blame Annie. I was the one who decided."

Sylvie had nothing to say.

Throughout these years, Connor had never once posted a photo of her on his social media. All of the gifts she received on their wedding anniversary were the freebies he got when buying presents for Anna. He even gave the necklace she got for her wedding to Anna to use as a necklace for her dog.

Sylvie didn't care about all of these things, but this time, she was genuinely tired of it all. Her only course of action now was to complete the mission at once and leave Connor for good. Only then could she be happy.

With this in mind, she turned to Connor and asked, "Are we doing it tonight?"

Connor thought Sylvie would be angry. After hearing what she just said, his concerns were assuaged. She was still the same doormat she always was. Regardless of how she was humiliated or denigrated, she would still prioritize him above all else.

Swallowing, Connor said, "You just had an abortion. You should focus on your recovery first. I'll come to you when I have an episode."

…

Sylvie spent a week in the hospital. When she got back to the Shaw residence, it was already midnight.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Connor lying on the rug with a pained expression. His suit jacket had been tossed onto the floor, and his shirt was ruffled, too.

"Connor?" Sylvie called out tentatively.

When he met her gaze with bloodshot eyes, she figured out that his compulsive sexual disorder had struck again.

"Do you need me to help—"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence before Connor grabbed her. Before she realized what was happening, he had already picked her up and was carrying her to the altar, panting as he did.

"Here again?"

"It's more arousing here," Connor replied hoarsely.

Sylvie dutifully put on the mask without being asked.

It seemed like Connor had been holding it back for a long time now. After the first round, he immediately went for a second. He didn't stop at all.

In the end, Sylvie couldn't take it anymore. Gasping, she whined that she was in pain. Finally, Connor slowed down his pace.

…

After seven hours, Connor finally released Sylvie.

Falling back into his usual aloof demeanor, he buttoned up his shirt and said, "Didn't I tell you before that you're not allowed to talk when we have sex? It affects my ability to immerse myself properly."

In the last seven years, whenever Sylvie helped Connor with his episodes, she would have to wear a mask and was forbidden to utter any sounds. That made it easier for him to pretend she was Anna.

Sylvie quietly put on her clothes and brought out her notebook to jot down the number 998.

Connor's voice abruptly rang out behind her, "What are you writing?"

Before she could react, the notebook was snatched out of her hands.

Connor saw the line on the last page.

"Just hang in there a little longer. Soon, it'll hit 999 times."

Startled, Connor asked in a slightly trembling voice, "What will hit 999 times?"

Lowering her eyes, Sylvie said, "Once you've slept with me 999 times, I'll give you a surprise."

She purposely emphasized the word "surprise". She knew in Connor's eyes, she was nothing more than a doormat he could summon and banish at will. A surprise from her would surely be yet another trick she pulled to earn his favor.

Sure enough, Connor snorted. "I didn't think you were such a slut. You even kept a record of how many times we did it. I'm not interested in your so-called surprise."

Looking into Connor's indifferent eyes, Sylvie said coolly, "What if the surprise is that once I leave, you'll be tormented by your disorder for the rest of your life?"