From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 60: Innocent Rae?!

Chapter 60: Innocent Rae?!

Later that night, after tending to the wounded, Alice finally returned to her tent—or rather, what used to be Alex’s tent.

He wasn’t in any condition to sleep on his own yet.

And since it was easier to keep all three injured heroes in one place, Alice had claimed the space for herself and ordered the trio to stay put for a few more days.

Efficient. Practical. Very Alice.

...Or was there something more to it?

No one said anything, but the way her eyes lingered a bit too long on that tent flap earlier—yeah, maybe there was another reason.

Maybe even Alice didn’t know what it was herself.

She paused just outside the tent.

Her boots rustled against the grass.

Inside, she heard it—Rae’s distinct little goblin shuffle.

The scratch-scratch of his nails on fabric, the soft grunt of someone either rearranging a pillow or trying not to trip over one.

Her heart skipped. Then thumped.

She hadn’t talked to him once since she got here.

Two whole days of looking away, walking past, pretending to fuss over the injured just to avoid those eyes.

She felt them, though.

Always watching. Always undressing. Always curious.

And she hated that she didn’t hate it.

A pink blush bloomed across her cheeks.

She fidgeted with the hem of her cloak, twisting it between her fingers.

She hadn’t taken it off once.

Not even in front of Celeste or Alex.

Not even to rest.

And why?

Why was she being like this?

She didn’t know.

Or maybe—just maybe—she wanted someone else to see what was underneath.

Someone infuriating. Small. And annoyingly seductive.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as if preparing for war.

’Geez... this is harder than I thought...’

’Well... it’s not like Rae remembers those moments anyway...’

That’s what she told herself, over and over again.

But the heat in her cheeks said otherwise.

Alice had read the anatomy book.

Not your average village medic text, but one of those restricted tomes that were wrapped in velvet and sealed with brass clasps.

And gods, what she found in there...

It was fascinating.

Apparently, in rare cases—extremely rare—when a goblin, an innately lustful species, tries to remain celibate for too long, something snaps.

The book called it: "Goblin Libido Schism."

Poetic, in a terrifying way.

If their natural urges were denied for extended periods, and if that dam ever cracked—even slightly—they could develop a split personality.

One half remained the usual goblin: restrained, logical, trying to be normal.

But the other?

The other became something else entirely.

A primal avatar of lust.

Alice gulped.

She remembered him.

The other Rae.

The way he grabbed her... how he pushed her head down with command, how his eyes devoured her like she was the only thing in the world he wanted to fuck into unconsciousness.

Even now, the memory made her spine quiver and her thighs press together instinctively.

Heat coiled between her legs, deep and dangerous.

She looked down at her cloak, inside, her nipples quivered...

Her breath hitched.

’No, no... No need to think about that right now.’

’I’m just here to sleep. That’s all. Just sleep...’

She steeled herself with a shaky breath, smoothed her cloak, still tightly wrapped, and stepped inside the tent like a knight walking into the dragon’s den.

A dragon who didn’t even know he’d lit her on fire.

Inside the tent, Rae was hunched over, diligently rolling up her bedding and smoothing out the soft mattress like a little homemaker goblin.

His back wiggled with each motion, entirely unaware of the flustered woman watching from the flap.

Alice paused at the entrance, frozen. For a second—just a second—her heart skipped.

Is he going to pounce?

But no.

As soon as Rae looked up and saw her, his entire face lit up—not with hunger or heat, but with that wide-eyed, innocent joy that made her heart squish like mochi.

"Rae is habby do see yu, Madame."

He said, voice sweet like honeyed tea as he waddled over with open arms.

’So cute~’

She melted.

Gone was the commanding, lust-dripping beast of her late-night memories.

This was her Rae.

Her adorable little green bean.

And when he hugged her legs tightly like a child clinging to a favorite blanket, her guilt hit her like a brick.

She knelt beside him and scooped him up into a warm hug.

’Gosh, I’m horrible for even thinking those kinds of things about this cutie patootie...’

She scolded herself.

"I’m happy to see you too, Rae. Little Sunny misses you back home. Mother too..."

She ruffled his hair, and Rae chirped in response, giggling as he launched into a happy little ramble about the forest, the accident, and everything in between.

He was animated, expressive... but not once did his eyes wander where they shouldn’t.

Not once.

Alice blinked.

Her gaze slowly shifted down to her cloak.

The very deliberately chosen, slightly-too-short, body-hugging cloak.

Her shoulders drooped.

’D-did I wear all this for nothing?’

She sighed, cheeks puffed out slightly as she stared at the ceiling of the tent.

’No! I wore it because I have responsibilities. It’s a healer’s cloak. Very professional. Totally logical decision. Absolutely not an impulse because of some goblin.’

A lie she repeated for the third time that day.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about how tightly she’d wrapped her thighs before walking in.

After that, Alice let her guard down.

Honestly, why had she even been so tense to begin with?

The second guy—that Rae—wasn’t showing any signs of crawling out from the depths of his goblin subconscious.

As long as she didn’t accidentally get too... sexy, she figured she’d be fine.

Simple rules: no exposed thigh, no excessive cleavage, and for the love of all that’s holy, no bending over slowly in front of him.

Totally manageable.

Thump—Crash!

Suddenly, Rae tripped on his own legs and faceplanted into the bed, immediately getting tangled up in a way-too-large bedsheet like a little gremlin burrito.

Alice blinked.

Then a snort escaped her lips.

Then full-on laughter.

Rae cursed in goblin, flailing underneath the fabric like he was being eaten alive by a demon duvet.

She couldn’t understand a word, but had she been fluent in goblin, she would’ve caught:

"Just get close and you’re done for today."

But alas, ignorance was bliss—and Alice, being a responsible adult and a caring healer, stepped in to save his poor green ass.

"Aww, hold on, dummy. Let me help."

She bent over and reached for the sheet—

Bad idea.