From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 77: Fuck! It’s her husband!

Chapter 77: Fuck! It’s her husband!

Alice was gearing up for round two—mouth slick, eyes locked, tongue poised like a weapon—when a sharp voice cut through the tent flaps like a dagger.

"Alice! Alice! Come out!"

Both of them froze.

Alex.

Their heads snapped toward the sound, then slowly toward each other.

Alice’s chest rose and fell fast, like a thief caught mid-heist.

’D-did he find out?!’

Panic hit like a bucket of cold water.

What if Alex knew? What if he heard something? Saw a shadow?

And then came the spiral.

Divorce.

Shame.

Seeing his face every time he came to visit their baby—awkward.

Her mother-in-law’s smug face and poison-tipped words.

Her so-called friends pretending to be supportive while gossiping over tea.

And if the king found out?

Oh gods. Exile. Beheading. Trial by holy fire or something dramatic like that.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. BA-DUM.

Her heartbeat was going feral.

But then, like a flip switched, she remembered Rae’s words.

"No wonder your husband’s with someone else."

And just like that, fear turned into fire.

’Oh? So now he wants to play the concerned husband?’

Her fingers clenched into his thighs. Her eyes narrowed.

’He was the one who cheated first.’

’He was the one sniffing around Celeste like a horny pup.’

Rage flared in her gut like a fire catching oil.

’So what if Alex finds out? So what if he bursts in here and sees everything?’

He started this war.

All she did... was fire back.

And for once?

She didn’t feel guilty.

She felt justified.

"The flap’s locked. Nobody’s getting in."

Rae sounded more annoyed than worried, like Alex’s voice was interrupting a movie right at the good part.

He’d locked the tent earlier—thank the gods for that tiny shred of foresight.

If not, dear ol’ Alex might’ve barged in and collapsed on the spot from sheer emotional damage.

Imagine the poor guy, standing there with his mouth open, watching his kind, gentle, ever-loyal wife on her knees, slurping Rae’s monster like it owed her rent

Tragic.

Meanwhile, Rae was vibing.

Living the dream.

About to pop his cherry in the most ridiculous, luxurious way possible—with a hot milf who literally fed him milk.

’Peak fantasy unlocked.’

He smirked, shaking his head.

’As always, this bastard Alex has the worst timing.’

’Cockblocking from across the field, what a skill.’

"Alice! We need you! It’s urgent!"

The voice cut through again.

The duo exchanged another glance.

Rae just shrugged like someone casually shooing away a fly.

"Go on. Ask him what His Royal Neediness wants now."

Alice darted her eyes around and spotted her cloak on the floor.

No way she was greeting Alex in just her soaked black panties like some walk-of-shame champion.

She crawled toward it quickly, but before she could reach it—Rae grabbed her wrist.

"What the—?!"

And yanked her straight toward the tent entrance like he was summoning a pet with no chill.

"Hayya!"

Alice squealed, half-shocked, half-furious, flailing like a cat being dragged to a bath.

Alice landed on her knees with a muffled thud, her head awkwardly near the tent flap like some cursed greeter rug.

Behind her, Rae snickered like the devil he was, then—click—popped the flap lock open and sprinted back like he hadn’t just thrown her to the wolves.

A gust of wind whooshed in like it had front-row tickets to the drama, slapping the flap wide open, leaving nothing but Alice’s flushed, confused face exposed to the outside world.

And standing right there?

Drenched. Soaked. Slightly baffled.

Alex.

He tilted his head, one brow raised high enough to kiss his hairline.

Why was his wife crouched at the corner like a guilty squirrel?

And why the hell is just her head visible?

Why wasn’t she just coming out like a normal human being?

And why did her cheeks look like they were about to boil water?

"Wh-What the...?"

He blinked, voice stuck somewhere between concern and confusion.

Alice tried to smile.

It came out like a cross between Oops and Please Don’t Ask.

The rain poured relentlessly, but thankfully the shadows offered her some cover.

Not enough to cover her dignity, but hey—small blessings.

Then, behind Alex’s legs, she spotted Adrian.

Still lying face-down.

Right where they’d left him.

’Wait... he hasn’t moved yet?!’

Well, to be fair—

If you step into boiling water, fall face-first into another bucket of boiling regret, and then get cold rain dumped on your half-cooked body?

Yeah, odds are you’re just gonna stay down until someone comes over and questions your life choices.

She blinked.

"What are you doing down there?"

Alex’s voice cut through the rain as he took a step forward.

"Wait!"

Alice’s voice cracked like a whip.

It froze him mid-step—literally one stride away from stepping inside and seeing the full circus: her on her knees, and Rae’s not-so-holy staff ready for worship.

Two more steps and it would’ve been the end of her marriage and moral high ground in one go.

"Wh-Why?"

Alex blinked.

His eyebrow arched suspiciously, like a detective sniffing out nonsense.

Alice’s brain short-circuited. Her mouth flapped.

Then, like a demon whispering over her shoulder, came Rae’s helpful little voice.

"Ritual..."

And just like that, she latched onto it like it was divine salvation.

"Yes! Ritual! Sacred one! Very sacred!"

"Can’t be disturbed! Deeply private, deeply holy."

"Definitely just me inside. Nobody else! Heh... ha..."

She flashed him a grin that was 80% panic and 20% "please buy this."

Alex stared.

The gears in his head were turning. Slowly. Loudly.

He remembered something—her old rituals back in the day, when she was still on active hero duty.

She used to meditate. Chant. Draw runes. Very spiritual. Very dramatic.

Was this... that?

His mouth opened to ask. His brow furrowed.

But then—right behind him—came a groan from Adrian.

"Oh for fuck’s sake—he’s still out?"

Yep. Priorities just shifted.

For now.

"Whatever. I need you. Adrian’s down. Might’ve been struck by lightning or something—he’s mumbling weird crap and won’t wake up. Heal him."

Alice bit her lips. She was in deep trouble.

If she comes out, she is naked. If she stays here, there’s a literal monster...with a damn monster, just behind her.

A tough choice indeed.

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