From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 75: Manipulating A Lactating Cow

Chapter 75: Manipulating A Lactating Cow

Alice gulped.

Then stood, slow and defiant, in nothing but her black lace panties, damp and clinging like a secret she couldn’t hide.

Her skin was flushed, her pride hanging by a thread.

She dropped to her knees between his legs, still refusing to look at the beast in front of her.

Instead, she glared up at Rae like this was a punishment he was supposed to suffer.

"I’m only doing this to bring back my innocent Rae, got it..."

"Yeah, yeah. Less talking, more sucking."

He stuck a finger in his ear like she was giving a weather report he didn’t care about.

She gritted her teeth.

Oh, he’d pay for that.

Finally, her eyes dropped.

And she swallowed again.

It wasn’t semi anymore.

It was ready.

Hard, heavy, and dripping precum like it was taunting her.

She reached out, fingers brushing the knot on his loincloth, untying it like she was opening a very adult birthday gift.

What she got?

A pair of poor white briefs, strained to the limit, fabric stretched tight like it was one second from giving up on life.

The head had already slipped free, twitching and wet.

But the rest? Still trapped. Barely.

The thick shaft and those heavy balls bulged against the cloth, struggling for freedom like caged beasts.

That underwear wasn’t holding him.

It was surviving him.

She swallowed hard, fingers curling around the waistband like she was about to dismantle a bomb.

With one good pull, she tried to yank the stubborn underwear down.

Of course, it didn’t budge.

That poor, stretched fabric was gripping on for dear life, like it had no plans of surrendering the monster trapped inside.

She sighed, loud and dramatic, like a queen being inconvenienced.

"For god’s sake, woman. Just shove him inside and pull it down. What are you, a virgin?"

"I’m trying, alright?!"

She snapped, cheeks going red so fast it could’ve been mistaken for divine punishment.

Virgin. Seriously? Did he have to say it out loud?

Okay, fine—technically, yes.

But that wasn’t the point here.

The point was she was down on her knees, struggling with a stubborn pair of briefs, and doing it with style.

And honestly? His growing irritation was kind of a bonus.

She bit back a grin. Oh, she was definitely doing something right.

’Good. Let him suffer a bit.’

’I’m doing a good job here. Time to crank it up.’

She leaned closer, still tugging at the waistband like she was teasing the seal of some ancient beast.

"Oh? Is that what you want? You want me to stop?"

"Because if that’s what you really, truly want... I’ll stop. Right here. No touching. No worship. Just a big ol’ nothing."

She smiled sweetly, batting her lashes like an angel holding a grenade.

She wanted to see him squirm.

She wanted the great Rae—cocky, smug, impossible Rae—to crumble and say please.

But instead?

He looked down at her, all smug confidence, and smirked like he was reading ahead in the script and already knew how this scene would end.

"Fine. I’ll just roam around, cause some chaos, maybe set a few things on fire. And you?"

"You’ll never see your sweet, innocent little Rae again."

Damn.

That hit her like a slap.

She bit her lip hard. He was cutting her off from every angle—emotionally, mentally, strategically.

A full frontal attack, and she had no cover.

"Now, be a good girl. Push him in, take off my underwear, and give him a proper, hot, messy deep throat."

"I want spit. I want effort. Worship him like a sinner at the altar."

God.

It was humiliating.

Every word felt like a collar clicking around her neck.

Removing another man’s underwear?

Taking orders like some obedient little plaything?

Doing things that were... dirty? Lewd?

Things she’d only read about in questionable literature?

She clicked her tongue and muttered under her breath, but still reached forward and grabbed him.

Hot.

No—scorching.

Rigid like steel wrapped in velvet. Her fingers curled around it and her whole brain glitched.

She swallowed. Hard.

Then, with a small grunt of defiance, she pushed the monster inward under the waistband and yanked the underwear down in one fluid motion.

Big mistake.

The moment that fabric gave way, it sprung out like it had been waiting to attack. It slapped her right across the face with a thick thump that echoed with disrespect.

She jolted.

The weight. The heat. The sheer throb of it pulsing against her cheek—it was all too much.

Every twitch left a wet streak on her forehead like it was trying to mark her on instinct.

She just stared at it. Mouth open. Brain blank.

Was it... bigger than before?

No. It was bigger than before.

It looked angrier. Veinier. Hungrier.

Last time, Rae’s darker half had shown up fashionably late.

This time?

He came early.

And he came ready.

"Go on. Don’t waste my time."

She clicked her tongue in defiance, then leaned in, slow and deliberate, just enough to take the thick, swollen crown between her lips.

"Mhmm..."

Rae inhaled sharply. Her mouth was hot—wet, soft, perfect.

"Go deep."

She shot him a look, full of attitude, then shifted forward exactly one inch. No more. That was her statement. That was her protest.

Then she let her teeth graze the side.

Just a bit.

Enough to make him flinch and growl, eyes narrowing.

She smirked with the tip still in her mouth, her gaze smug and wicked.

That’s right. This is all you’re getting. Deal with it.

Rae shook his head, clearly annoyed. And her heart bloomed in satisfaction.

’Good. Suffer. Suffer like I did, you arrogant demon.’

Her brain did a victory dance.

Her pride was doing backflips.

She was getting her revenge, one lazy, spiteful suck at a time.

But the fun didn’t last.

Not after that.

"No wonder your husband’s out there looking for comfort in other women. You’re just... useless."

?!

The words hit her like cold water to the soul.

He said it so casually. Like he was discussing the weather.

Didn’t even look at her.

Just turned away, shaking his head and closing his eyes like he was done.

Alice’s eyes widened.

Her brain tried to catch up, but it tripped over the bomb Rae had just dropped.

What the actual fuck did he just say?

She pulled back, mouth slack.

"Wh-what?"

"Mmm... oh, I said, no wonder Alex is always sniffing around Celeste like a starving dog in heat. Maybe she gives him what your lazy little mouth never could."

"I-I don’t understand..."

She stammered, blinking like she hadn’t just been hit with a verbal sledgehammer.

He tilted his head.

"Maybe you’re just not worth loving. Ever think about that?"

"I mean, damn, you can’t even wrap your lips around a man properly, let alone satisfy him."

"And don’t get me started on being a wife. That title deserves effort."

He clicked his tongue and looked away like she was beneath his interest now.

Her voice cracked.

"Wh-what did you say about Alex?"

"Oh?"

Rae turned back to her with a slow, evil grin.

"That sweet little man?"

"The one who suddenly becomes all chatty and cheerful the second Celeste walks in?"

"Yeah, the other guy inside me has seen it."

"The way he looks at her like she’s dessert and he’s been on a hunger strike."

His grin widened.

"Always trying to please her. Always watching her hips. Smiling like she’s the sunshine in his boring little world."

"You really thought that was just friendship?"

"Babe, she satisfies him. In ways you never did. In ways you probably can’t. And honestly? I don’t blame him."

"..."

He leaned in, close enough for his breath to ghost across her lips.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way he and Celeste act around each other."

"All that weird tension. All that accidental touching. Don’t be stupid."

He cracked open one eye, just to watch her face break in slow motion.

And then he smiled.

Mission. Freaking. Accomplished.

Alice sat there, quiet... but her mind was screaming.

It was always her.

That manipulative bitch.

Celeste—the name alone made her blood boil now.

Everything suddenly fit together like some cruel joke she was too blind to see before.

Whenever Celeste spoke, Alex listened like it was gospel.

Hell, he’d light a bonfire and march an army just because she "felt a weird vibe" in the forest.

But if Alice said the same? He’d probably laugh and tell her to take a nap.

’Why haven’t I seen this? Why didn’t I connect the dots before?’

Her hand clenched into a fist, trembling with fury.

The realization hit harder than any spell. That bitch had been stealing her man right under her nose.

Rae saw it. Oh, he felt it. That silent storm building behind her eyes.

His grin sharpened like a knife made of spite.

"Let’s be real..."

"If your mouth can’t even satisfy me, how the hell are you supposed to please your husband?"

"Maybe under that cold little ice-queen act, Celeste is a full-blown blanket slut."

"The kind who sucks him dry and thanks him for the privilege—ahh—"

He didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t let him.

Her fury acted faster than reason, her pride flaring hotter than her shame—and she slammed her mouth down on him, swallowing the entire length to the base in one furious motion.

No hesitation.

No mercy.

If this bastard thought he could disrespect her like that—compare her to that Ice Bitch—then he was going to choke on her anger.

Literally.

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