From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 79: Just a Kiss!

Chapter 79: Just a Kiss!

"Th-that’s alright! It happens. It’s marriage, right?"

"Ha ha ha... just your classic husband and wife squabbles."

"Totally normal. Very healthy. Very... human."

Alice laughed. Or tried to.

It came out strained—like a kettle trying to whistle with a sock stuffed in its spout.

Because behind her, the beast was getting bolder.

The slow, torturous rubs along her soaked folds were becoming deliberate strokes, like it was signing a contract of doom across her most sensitive skin.

Her traitorous pussy was purring. Pulsing. Practically bowing to the damn thing every time it rubbed harder.

"B-but..."

Alex tilted his head.

Suspicion was brewing.

Normally, she would have called him out, picked apart his apology with surgical precision.

But now she was acting like she’d just come back from a yoga retreat.

"Go on! Just save him. He’s dying. Probably. Super serious. Ha ha ha... go, my heroic husband! Save lives and all that noble stuff!"

She was praying. Hard. To every god, goddess, ancestor, and local tree spirit. Someone, please, make this man go away.

Alex let out a long sigh, looking up at the storm like he was the star of some tragic romance drama.

Rain dripped from his bangs. He was practically glowing in divine regret.

Meanwhile, Alice wanted to throttle him.

’Oh my god, just walk away already!’

’I’m about to get swallowed by a beast from hell and you’re standing there doing weather poetry!’

Behind her, the "beast" chuckled. She could feel his breath on her back.

"If there’s anything—"

"Shut up and just go already! Ha ha ha... I mean—go!"

"Save the guy! Hero stuff! Woo! I’m totally okay, absolutely peachy."

"Everything’s fine in this very normal and not-at-all suspicious tent. Ha ha... ha..."

Alice spammed the laugh button like a guilty schoolgirl hiding a vibrator under her desk.

She quick-saved her dignity with sloppy charm, but the bastard was still there, standing like a smug warlord watching his kingdom squirm.

He smiled.

There she was.

His wife.

His moody little goddess in heat.

Back to nagging him like nothing was off, even though her face screamed just got caught with a divine rod halfway through the gates of heaven.

And that pose was textbook NTR manga: knees wobbling, naked, lips wet from too much biting.

The kind of spread you only saw in those lewd comic panels where the wife’s getting jackhammered by a tanned blonde while her poor husband stood at the door holding a damn lunchbox.

But that was cuck shit.

And Alex didn’t do cuck shit.

Those stories were written for spineless husbands and bored sluts with mouths like vacuums.

Alice wasn’t like that.

She was his holy grail with hips—pure-hearted, temple-tier loyalty with a halo that probably glowed even when she slept.

From day one, her thighs were locked tighter than a dungeon chest, and the key? All his.

He looked at her face...

Sweaty. Lips trembling.

Cheeks blazing like she’d been caught riding the devil’s joystick.

But behind all that—behind the messy hair, the awkward posture, he saw it.

That light.

That stupidly blinding beam of loyalty.

Shining like a beacon from her eyes straight into his soul.

At the same moment, Rae grinded down, just a bit too rough, her walls stretching sideways like they were bracing for impact.

Only for his thick beast to slither away, teasing the gates.

It didn’t go in... not yet.

She puckered her ass, flashed an awkward chuckle at her husband like nothing was going on.

Classic Alice.

Smiling through the burn, pretending the ritual wasn’t tearing her open like a divine trial.

Alex knew she didn’t want him to worry. Alex shook his head.

’Poor Alice.’

Alex thought, shaking his head.

Then—bam.

Rae slammed down again, not holding back.

His veiny monster slid harder this time on her outer walls, the soft thorns along his shaft scraping her insides, making her twitch. Ticklish. Evil.

"Nnng..."

She swallowed the moan. Barely.

Alex felt like saluting for her composure.

Rae snickered, grabbed her heavy milkers with both hands, and yanked them down like she was at the morning dairy shift.

Full grip, slow squeeze. Messy.

Ritual or not, she was leaking like a busted pipe.

First batch dripped down.

"Nghh..."

She tried—she really tried—but the moan slipped out like a guilty secret.

Alex just smiled, eyes locked on those red lips. She bit down, hard.

He took it as a signal.

"C-Can I at least get a kiss?"

"W-What?"

"A kiss...So I know you’re not mad at me..."

Alex repeated, shuffling like an innocent puppy at the tent’s edge.

Alice looked at him—really looked—and her soul almost left her body.

Because while her sweet husband was stuttering outside like a teenage monk in love, behind her...

Rae was all but staking his claim, his thick goblin-bred heat pulsing just inches from breaching her sanity.

She needed Alex gone. Now. Like, exorcism-level gone.

"Yes! Just a kiss. Of course! A tiny, pure kiss!"

And then it came.

That damn whisper.

"Never. You’re not going to kiss him. You’re mine."

Instantly, her body betrayed her.

A fresh wave leaked out like her holy temple just got blessed by the devil.

She hated how her body bent for him—how it quivered at his words like some temple maiden getting corrupted mid-prayer.

But she wasn’t going to lose to him. That was for sure.

Even if there was a slight chance of her annoying this goblin, she will take it.

"Y-You’re my husband... so of course..."

Another whisper.

"That’ll change soon."

"Mhm... ha ha ha..."

Her laugh cracked like a broken toy. She looked insane. She felt insane.

Meanwhile, Alex was lighting up like he’d just been promoted to godhood.

His face, beaming. Radiant. Glowing with holy misunderstanding.

"You can have a kiss..."

She choked out, cheeks burning.

That’s when Rae grabbed her milkers—hard—palming them like ripe fruit at a goblin market, thumbs pressing in just enough to make her knees shudder.

"No. He can’t."

Alice whimpered.

One man waiting for a kiss.

The other claiming her from the shadows.