From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 68: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin!

Chapter 68: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin!

Alice’s face was practically glowing red now.

She let out the most awkward laugh imaginable—like a noble lady caught peeking at porn in church.

"Y-Y-Yes, he’s going to be just fine."

She stammered, pretending not to feel her ass still being thoroughly palmed by a goblin who looked like he was asking about the weather.

Rae nodded earnestly, as if that ass wasn’t his stress ball right now.

"Shoulb be go inside?"

He asked innocently, glancing up at the cloudy sky.

"It’s goinb do rain."

"I-i-inside?"

She echoed like a broken flute.

’Cool, Alice. Just be cool. You’re the mature one here. A grown woman. You’ve faced monsters, dragons, war—’

"Mmhmm~"

Her brain short-circuited as Rae grabbed another handful of her juicy ass cheeks, giving them a squish like he was testing the ripeness of fruit in the market.

Her body lit up. Her knees threatened treason.

Even under her battle gear and cloak, his warm, clumsy little hands knew exactly how to wake up the sleeping beast inside her.

"Y-Yes... we should go... q-quickly..."

"Quickly."

Rae repeated, looking up at her like a little devil in disguise...

"or else dhere bill be a downpour bere, rightd, madame?"

He smiled.

That smile.

That pure, stupid, innocent smile.

Alice blinked at him, mouth slightly open.

Her brain was trying to calculate how she ended up here.

The thunder in the distance rumbled softly, but the real storm was under her cloak.

’Downpour?’

She echoed in her mind.

She shook her head, trying to snap out of it.

That little bastard wasn’t wrong.

If they stayed outside any longer, it wasn’t the sky that was going to burst first—it was going to be her.

...

Then, less than a second later—boom—it rained.

Whoosh—SHRAAAAAAA!!

And not a cute drizzle either.

It was like the gods were pouring buckets from the heavens.

A full-blown dramatic anime rain.

Perfect timing.

Alice and Rae fled the scene without a shred of guilt.

He wasn’t going to die, anyway. Sadly. His already punch-worthy face might get uglier, but hey, that’s what health potions were for.

Once inside the tent, Rae—still with that suspiciously innocent expression—dropped the flap and fastened the ties like he was sealing a crime scene.

Now they were sealed in.

Just the two of them.

While outside, the rain roared against the fabric like a crowd begging for the next act.

Rae turned—and saw her.

Alice stood with her back to him, fumbling through her things for a towel.

She was soaked.

Her cloak clung to her like a second skin, outlining every single curve she usually kept modestly hidden.

Especially that ass. That glorious, unholy curve that now shimmered slightly from the water.

Rae stood there behind her. Silent. Watching.

And gulped.

It was time.

Time to feast.

That meat he’d been seasoning for days... slowly marinating in teasing, tension, and those accidental touches...

No more accidental grabs. No more clueless pokes.

This time, he was going in with a mission.

A devilish smile curled on his lips as his fingers flexed slightly.

"Where is it... where is it... Ha! Found it!"

Alice held up a towel like it was a lost artifact.

"Let me dry you first, Rae. You’re the smaller one, after all."

She stepped closer and threw the towel over his head, ruffling it playfully.

What Rae saw through the cotton prison of terry cloth was nothing short of divine intervention.

Two heavenly melons bouncing in front of him like they were blessed by the goddess of fertility herself.

Boing. Boing.

’Fuck! Look at them!’

’I’m glad I never looked too closely during these days.’

’If I did... I would’ve folded like a damn leaf in a storm.’

He swallowed hard.

His instincts took the wheel.

One step forward... and he was now so close he could smell them.

The sweet, milky warmth of her skin.

Her tits were right there, a centimeter from his face. He leaned in. Ever so slightly.

!?

Alice paused.

For half a second, her hands froze.

But then she kept drying, her face now a warm shade of crimson. Her breathing stuttered. Her eyes were anywhere but on him.

And her boobs were slapping his face. Soft, generous, accidentally sinful.

Each movement she made caused them to bounce and smother his poor little goblin cheeks like motherly pillows of temptation.

Squish—lift—squish.

Rae just stood there, taking it like a soldier.

His heart was hammering against his ribs.

’It’s beating fast, huh?’

He smirked inside the towel, even as her boobs gave him another blessed smack across the forehead.

He wasn’t moving. And neither were those divine orbs.

"A-All done."

Alice said, forcing the words out as if she hadn’t just suffocated the poor goblin with her tits.

She spun around fast—too fast—and began furiously drying her own hair dry with the towel, giving Rae an unobstructed, full-view of her ass.

Bounce. Bounce.

Each wiggle of her arm sent those cheeks into motion like two perfectly synced water balloons.

Rae, the little menace, leaned forward—just a little—and sniffed.

Inhale. Deep. Slow.

His eyes fluttered shut.

Nirvana.

’I’m going to plough this today.’

He thought, with the righteous fire of a holy crusader.

’In the name of all that’s sacred... this ass is getting pounded so hard, the thunder outside’s gonna sound like a weak fart.’

He shook his head to ground himself, but the thirst was too real. The beast inside was wide awake now.

She casually flung the towel onto the rack, then moved her fingers to the clasp of her cloak.

The thing was soaked—clinging to every curve like it had a vendetta.

It must’ve been driving her mad.

But she didn’t stop to think that someone behind her was watching like a predator locked on his prey.

That someone could snap if he saw what she was wearing underneath the cloak.

She pulled at the clasp.

Click.

The cloak peeled off her shoulders, sticking for a second to her waist and then dropping to the floor with a soggy thud.

And that was the moment Rae’s eyes died.

Gone. Vacant.

Pupils dilated like a man who just saw the gates of heaven open and found out heaven was juicy.

Underneath was something he had never seen before, a priestess outfit so tight, it could’ve been painted on.

And it wasn’t just tight. It was latex.

The black sheen of it hugged her curves, highlighting everything, especially that ass.

His little dragon didn’t even wait for approval.

Ping!

It slammed against his damp white underwear like a beast trying to break out of jail.

Meanwhile, Alice dropped to the ground, bending over to rummage through a chest for spare cloth.

She was innocent. Clueless.

And her perfect, round, rain-slicked ass was now aimed directly at his face.

Taunting him. Teasing him. Asking—begging—to be touched.

The rain had soaked her outfit until it was practically transparent.

Her spine, her thighs, even the soft outline of her panties were now fully visible. It wasn’t clothing anymore. It was a second sinful skin.

And that ass...

It was a crime scene. It was obscene. It was one inch away from his goddamn face.

’It’s an ass! It’s a big, beautiful, mother-blessed ass!!’

Rae’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips like a starving man offered dessert after a war.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Not another goddamn second.

It was raining outside—no one was coming.

She wanted it. She craved it.

And he was finally ready.

He cleared his throat, slicked back his wet hair like a pervy anime protagonist, and dropped his voice to a teasing purr:

"Well, well, well... would you look at that? A cheesecake, laid out fresh... just for me to feast on."

Alice froze.

Every nerve in her body fired off like fireworks.

She didn’t need to look back to know. Her eyes widened, her breath caught, and her heartbeat kicked into high gear.

’Oh no. No, no, no. I am fucked!’

Literally and Figuratively... Kekkeke

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Next few Chapters are gonna be heavenly meals. Enjoy them fully, alright!

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