From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 65: Ice Queen’s Fear!

Chapter 65: Ice Queen’s Fear!

Squish.

His fingers closed around a full, pillowy handful of boob.

"A-ah, Rae... this is—"

"This is?"

He echoed innocently, giving it a test squeeze.

"Th-the herb. I meant the herb I wanted..."

"Yes, Madame."

Rae replied with a serious nod, hand still gripping.

"Here is the herb."

He pressed deeper.

"It’s not coming out though..."

"Ahn~!"

Her back arched. She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, eyes already glazed over.

She didn’t know anymore.

The innocent Rae? The corrupt one?

They were both dangerous. And both were melting her brain.

He cocked his head.

"Madame? Where ish dhe herb? Rae cannod bind it."

"I—I’ll show you... Just stop grabbing."

"But Madame," he said with the most childlike pout, "It’s not coming out!"

He tried again—fingers sliding, pinching.

"R-Rae—"

And then, like a fucking gremlin claiming treasure, he gasped.

"Ah! HERE! Rae has found the bud of the herb!"

He gave the nipple a victorious tweak.

Alice exploded.

"Ah—ah—AHHN~!"

Her knees buckled. Her brain short-circuited. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should be yelling, slapping, anything.

But her mouth only moaned.

Rae gripped her nipple like it was the stubborn herb she asked for, tugging and twisting with focused determination, as if it were rooted deep in the soil of her chest.

"G-Gently—"

Pop!

Alice jolted.

"Eeeeppp~!"

She let out a squeal, sharp and helpless.

Her thighs jerked once.

Then again.

Then a third time—each twitch more desperate than the last.

But through it all, she smiled, biting down on her lip like a lunatic trying to pretend she was totally fine didn’t just cum right now.

There was no way she’d show him how much he’d just ruined her.

Rae, meanwhile, blinked, clueless as ever, and finally grabbed the actual herb she’d pointed at in the first place.

"B-Blow on the fire, Rae. We need more heat."

"Ogay."

Like a good helper.

He dropped to his knees and leaned in to blow on the flame, his breath fanning the embers into a light sizzle.

Then, like it was nothing, he shuffled to the other side—her side—where Alice was standing with a stack of wooden ladles. He leaned forward again...

...and dragged the back of his head directly along her soaking, trembling puffy pussy.

Slowly.

Firmly.

Deliberately.

Alice froze.

Her lips parted in a silent scream, her knees shaking like the last legs of a table about to collapse.

He moved upward, slow as sin, and as he stood, his head slid up the full curve of her hips, her stomach, and—whap—right into her tits.

Her breasts landed on him like a soft, milky crown.

There he stood. Proud. Head high.

Covered in the scent of her arousal and decorated with her overflowing boobs like some perverted prince of alchemy.

"Madame, the fire is hod now."

She was in shambles. Wet. Sweaty. And aching in ways no healing spell could fix.

Yes, her fire was indeed hot now.

Rae had teased her relentlessly—grabbing, brushing, pressing—all of it wrapped up in that cute, innocent face.

And by the time he was done, Alice’s pussy was so heated, so desperately soaked, that if Rae had so much as jumped on her right then and there, she would’ve wrapped her legs around him and begged to be ruined.

He didn’t, of course.

That bastard just smiled sweetly and kept helping like the good little alchemist he pretended to be.

...

As evening fell, a sharp pulse rippled through the air. Cold. Heavy. Unnatural.

Celeste froze.

There it was again—that same sinister pressure she had felt days ago... at the battlefield.

Her fingers tingled as if ice laced her bones.

She looked around the camp—laughter, casual conversation, the clinking of armor—nobody else felt it.

Only her.

Her hand drifted toward her sword.

Instinct screamed at her to move, to hunt, to finish what they’d left incomplete.

That goblin. That thing.

She could feel him, out there, in the same place where the blood had soaked the dirt.

’This is it. My chance. While they’re all distracted... I can end it.’

Her foot shifted.

But her body wouldn’t move further.

She looked down.

Her hands were trembling.

It wasn’t the thrill of battle. Not the high of danger.

This was something deeper.

Rawer.

Fear.

Her breath hitched.

Am I... afraid?

She shook her head violently.

No. She hadn’t flinched against the Goblin King. She had stood tall, unwavering, blades blazing.

This shouldn’t be different.

But it was.

Because the way that kid fought—it wasn’t brute strength. It wasn’t instinct. It was calculated. Cruel. A kind of awareness no child should have.

A kind of evil no monster should possess.

And now... that same presence had returned.

And her hands were still trembling.

’It’s only because of my friends that I held back...’

’If I had been alone—’

’That monster would be buried under my blade.’

She gritted her teeth, trying to steady her thoughts.

The rationalization was swift. Cold. Justified.

’I should go. I should go there right now... end him.’

Her foot slid forward. The tent flap barely stirred.

"—Madame!!"

The sharp voice cut through her spiraling thoughts like a blade.

Celeste blinked.

Laila stood in front of her, wide-eyed and slightly breathless.

"Are you alright, Madame?"

Celeste looked down at her own clenched fists, trembling. She hadn’t even realized.

"Yes. What is it?"

"Uh... Sir Alex asked to see you."

Celeste nodded, composed herself, and stood.

With one long breath, she stepped past Laila and out of the tent.

Laila remained still, watching her mistress disappear into the dusk.

’What... was that just now?’

She had never seen that expression on Celeste’s face before.

Not during the march.

Not in any battle.

Not even when she faced the Goblin King.

No... This was different.

This was fear.

’That goblin... must be something far beyond even her.’

...

Meanwhile, Grind clicked his tongue with irritation.

"Tch. That bitch didn’t show up. What a fucking pussy."

He hated waiting. Loathed anticipation. It reeked of weakness.

"Well... my liege didn’t come either. Guess he knew she’d chicken out."

He paused.

’My liege...’

Was he still the same one? The true one? The one Grind had spoken to just before plunging into that long, ancient sleep?

"Argh, fuck this. It’s too damn confusing."

He muttered, raking his claws through his hair.

"Doesn’t matter. I’ll get my answers soon enough."

His eyes narrowed, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

"First that bitch... then the truth. Let’s see what my liege does to her."

His grin widened into a sharp-toothed sneer.

"It’s gonna be a goddamn feast... kekkekeke."