From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 78: Go Away Husbando!!

Chapter 78: Go Away Husbando!!

"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."

Alex sounded urgent, but also, you know... like the kind of man who just realized he might’ve walked into yet another mess today.

Earlier, he’d stepped out of the hero tent to find Alice after she’d stormed off in a fury—probably because of something dumb he said. Again.

It was pouring. He ran through the rain like a rom-com lead until...

Splat!

He’d tripped—dramatically—over what he thought was a pile of muddy gear.

Nope.

It was Adrian.

Flat on the ground.

Face mangled like it had beef with Mother Nature and lost.

With the storm raging above, Alex had connected the dots: lightning.

Obviously.

Now he needed his wife. His healer. The same woman currently hiding behind a flap, refusing to show her face.

"I-I can’t come now," she squeaked.

"Why?"

"B-because it’s a special ritual! For a... special concoction!"

Alex blinked.

"It’ll be over in a minute, right? I would’ve dragged him here, but the dude looks like he’s been kissed by a thunder god. He can’t even twitch."

"I can’t... I’m... uh... I’m naked."

"..."

"..."

"...what."

Alex scratched his head. Naked? For a ritual? Since when?

"I-It’s a very specific type of spellwork, okay?! You wouldn’t get it! Just shut up and go stall the clouds or something!"

Alice was fuming now, cheeks on fire, praying he’d drop the topic before Rae started laughing and blew the whole operation sky-high.

Inside the tent, just inches behind her trembling spine, Rae was in a whole different world.

Mesmerized.

Those cheeks. Gods above and below, those damn cheeks.

Every time she spoke, they jiggled ever so slightly—taunting him.

The way she knelt, the soft sway of her hanging melons, her body arching unconsciously with every frustrated word—it was visual blasphemy.

Divine and filthy in the same breath.

He couldn’t help it.

He leaned in, and gently blew across one cheek.

Pffffft.

Alice twitched like she’d been zapped and let out a strangled little laugh, awkward and cracked with panic.

Alex blinked.

That was not the sound of a woman deep in divine focus.

That was the sound of someone doing something very, very suspicious.

"B-But he needs you. I don’t even know how bad Adrian’s burns are. Hell, I don’t even know if it was lightning!"

"I can’t come!"

She snapped, heart hammering, face beet red.

"That’s it! The ritual needs complete attention! And—and—it’s for your own damn good! You keep running off and getting injured like an idiot!"

She barked it out with righteous fury, but then—

A hot whisper slid up her spine.

"Oh, you will come. Don’t worry..."

Alice’s eyes widened.

"Mmm..."

She bit down on her words—hard.

Alex tilted his head.

Why did she sound like she just swallowed something inappropriate?

Something was very wrong.

If Alex wasn’t standing right there, Alice would’ve spun around and given Rae the verbal slap of his life.

What he was doing—tickling her, teasing her, whispering filth—while her husband stood outside the tent?

That wasn’t just bold. That was idiotic-level dangerous.

One wrong move, and Alex would come bursting in, see Rae’s smug face and her kneeling posture, and someone would definitely die.

Probably Rae. Most definitely Rae.

"B-But... Adrian?"

Alex asked again, uncertain, glancing back at the twitching magician like he expected him to spontaneously combust.

He knew Alice was mad. Still pissed from earlier—when he, a barely-healed idiot, tried to go hunting in the middle of a storm.

And this... this weird, secretive "ritual"? He assumed it was somehow related to that.

"J-Just go!"

She snapped.

Behind her, Rae slid a finger down the back of her thigh. Slow. Teasing.

Like he was trying to tickle her soul out of her body.

She nearly yelped, barely keeping it together.

"Potions!"

Alex said suddenly.

"At least give me some potions! We can’t just let him suffer out here."

"Y-Yeah!"

Alice nodded a little too quickly.

Potions? Yes. Perfect.

An excuse to stand up, escape from Rae’s grabby hands, and maybe salvage whatever was left of her sanity.

She could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But just as she leaned forward to get up—poke.

Right on the boobs.

She flinched, arching her back like someone had hit the jackpot on a slot machine.

For a second, she thought it was his finger—or worse.

But no.

She looked down and sighed, already defeated.

A health potion. Rae was pressing a bottle into her tits like he was checking for softness. She shot him a sharp glare over her shoulder.

He gave her a wicked little grin that said, "Yes, I did that. And I’d do it again."

Absolute menace.

She snatched the damn thing from him and turned around with a huff, shoving the bottle toward the tent flap.

Alex, thankfully still clueless, accepted it with a grateful nod.

"Thanks!"

He turned to leave.

Alice exhaled—relief. Sweet, fleeting relief.

Then—squeak!

She yelped like someone had goosed her soul.

Alex spun back, alarmed.

"A-Are you okay?!"

Alice’s entire body locked.

Inside the tent, chaos was in full swing.

Rae had somehow—like a thief in the night—yanked her panties down with one swift motion.

The tearing sound and sudden breeze on her bare skin made Alice squeal, panic flaring in her chest.

Her face flushed deep crimson.

She was completely naked now.

Not just emotionally stripped, but literally.

On her knees, her rear in the air, speaking to her husband through the tent flap—while another man knelt behind her like he was about to perform a sacrilegious hymn on her body.

"Y-Yes! I’m okay!"

She blurted, her voice jumping an octave.

She was not okay.

"You sure?"

Alex asked, brows creased.

"You sound... weird. Want me to come in and—"

"No! No!"

Her words tumbled out, panicked and frantic, cheeks on fire.

She stiffened as a mischievous finger traced a slow, deliberate circle around the gate to her last secret temple—her divine, forbidden star.

It wasn’t rough, just maddeningly patient, like someone outlining a sacred seal they weren’t supposed to touch.

Her breath hitched. Muscles tensed.

Her hips gave a subtle squirm, cheeks clenching like they had minds of their own.

She wanted to keep composure, to keep him out, but her body betrayed her with a traitorous shiver.

"N-No! No!! I mean... no..."

She gasped, trying to string words together like beads on a broken thread.

"I need to... do this alone!"

But behind her, Rae was calm. Too calm.

He nudged gently, and the tiniest of digits pressed inward—slowly, confidently, like a thief picking a divine lock.

There was no rush, no violence.

Just a gradual, twisting curiosity, turning left and right, exploring the mysteries few dared approach.

Outside the tent, Alex waited.

Then the pumping began.

Slow at first—like a polite knock on a forbidden door—but it quickly turned into a full-blown siege.

Alice bit down on her lip, struggling to keep her expression saintly while her body betrayed her with every twitch and squirm.

"Are you sure you’re okay?"

"Y-Yeeesss..."

The word came out like steam from a cracked kettle.

She was anything but okay.

That damn mischievous finger was working overtime like it was trying to find buried treasure in her sacred vault.

Then—blessed silence. The motion stopped.

She let out a breath, a small moment of clarity—only to freeze again.

Something hot, something solid, something throbbing with intent pressed against her soaked sanctuary.

’Oh no. Oh no-no-no-no.’

She didn’t even need to look. That was no finger. That was the main event, knocking like it owned the place.

"Go on!" she blurted, panic laced in honey. "Help him! He needs you—urgently! Like, very very life-threatening urgent!"

She needed Alex gone. Fast. Faster than dignity could crawl away. Every second he stood there was a countdown to complete and total exposure.

Behind her, the heat didn’t move. It only pressed harder, like it was laughing.

But Alex didn’t leave.

He just stood there in the pouring rain like some tragic prince with a last-minute monologue, staring at her through the tent’s narrow opening.

"I... I’m sorry."

"Wh-what?!"

Her brain short-circuited.

Now?!

Now was the time he wanted to get emotional?

There was literally a fire-breathing beast behind her, pressed up against her gates of virtue like it had RSVP’d for war—and Alex wanted to apologize?

She stared at him like he’d grown two heads.

Wasn’t there a half-dead man outside?

A lightning strike? A kingdom maybe?

Why are you still here, you sentimental fool?!

She was about to scream, combust, or both, when he shook his head and looked down.

"I’ve been a total asshole to you these past few weeks... Forgive me."

Her heart fluttered.

It wasn’t fair. It sounded real—genuine even.

If he’d said that just yesterday, she might’ve tackled him with love.

But not now.

Not when she had an infernal totem dragging slow, sinful circles across her soaked entrance like it was painting her regrets in heat.

She clenched her jaw, trembling.

Rae, behind her, was silent.

Smiling.

And gently grinding.

This was now a three-act tragedy wrapped in one tent, one woman, and one monster with zero sense of timing.

She needed divine intervention.

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Is it on the next Chapter? Is it really on the next Chapter????