From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 80: Stuffed Turkey!

Chapter 80: Stuffed Turkey!

"I-I love you..."

She whispered, voice trembling like a guilty prayer.

"Only until this monster rearranges your guts."

Rae growled behind her, the head of his shaft pressed like a curse against her folds.

"Mhmm..."

Alex nodded solemnly, touched like a man being confessed to under moonlight.

"Thank you, honey. I was scared... scared you were drifting away from me. But this? This put a smile on me."

And just like that, he dropped to his knees.

Eyes closed. Lips puckered like a hopeful virgin in a romance scroll. Slowly inching forward.

Alice panicked.

But she mirrored him, stretching her neck forward with a fake, trembling smile, lips just as puckered—but more like a prisoner kissing the hangman.

Then she heard it.

That laugh.

Low. Sinister. Goblin-level smug.

The rubbing stopped. The milking stopped. The beast behind her had gone... still.

’What the fuck?’

Silence. Thick and dangerous.

Her heart pounded.

Sweat pooled at the base of her spine.

Sometimes silence was worse than screaming—at least screams gave you a clue.

She gulped.

’What is he planning now?’

But she held her posture. She had to finish this.

’No. I just need to kiss Alex.’

’One kiss, send him on his merry way.’

’Maybe Rae’s waiting for it too. Just waiting to claim what’s left once Alex’s back turns...’

It was just a kiss. Just lips. A clean send-off.

’If Alex goes, Rae can have all of me. All of this dirty, twitching, traitorous body...’

’Wait—WHAT?!’

Her eyes widened, a bead of guilt hitting her gut like cold steel.

’What the hell am I thinking?! No. No, no. I’ll regroup once Alex leaves. Plan my retreat. Escape this madness. Definitely.’

...Probably.

But what Alice didn’t know—bless her naïve, twitching heart—was that Rae wasn’t some cuck-loving voyeur.

Sure, he peeked through tents, watched couples go at it like it was late-night theatre, but when it came to his woman?

There was no "another dude."

The only shaft allowed in the fantasy was his own, throbbing, veiny, and proud like a war banner.

He was the main character, baby.

Meanwhile, Alice moved in, slow and careful, her lips just centimeters from Alex’s.

So close. So damn close.

Just one innocent little kiss away from freedom.

And Rae was suspiciously still. Not a grope. Not a squeeze. Just silence.

She smiled inside.

’See? I knew it. Jealousy was just an act. Fufu~ What a bluffing little goblin.’

Behind her, Rae was quiet—but not idle.

He was repositioning.

Feet planted. Hips angled. Green butt pulled back.

Eyes narrowed like a sniper calculating the trajectory of a holy warhead.

This wasn’t a thrust—it was a goddamn divine judgment being lined up for maximum devastation.

He was gearing up.

But then... another thought occurred on her mind.

A darker one.

’Maybe... he doesn’t even think I’m that important—’

RAM!

"Heuup!!!"

Her brain shattered mid-thought.

Gone. Obliterated.

Rae’s monster slammed into her like it was trying to carve a monument to itself in her guts. All of it. In one clean, brutal motion.

No warning. No teasing. Just bam—initiate system overload.

Her body convulsed.

Her soul momentarily disconnected from her mortal coil.

There were no thoughts now. No smug assumptions. No plans.

Just raw sensation—burning, stretching, and a white-hot stab of forbidden pleasure.

...

She shivered.

Arms buckled, sinking down to her elbows. Head hung low.

Tongue lolled out like a used-up slut puppet, spit trailing down her chin in glossy strings.

Behind her, Rae was deep—so deep he might’ve been brushing her damn soul.

Her body jerked like someone had jammed a lightning rod up her spine.

Meanwhile, outside the tent, Alex flinched at the sudden clap—thunder, or something else it was, he wasn’t sure.

He looked at Alice, expecting her soft smile, her loving gaze.

She wasn’t even facing him.

Head down. Shoulders trembling.

Her face hidden behind that messy waterfall of hair, twitching like a corrupted priestess mid-exorcism.

He squinted. Couldn’t see her face clearly.

But he didn’t need to.

She wasn’t making eye contact. That was enough.

She hadn’t forgiven him at all.

"I see... I will... I will give you some space. You need it."

He closed his eyes, took a breath like a man carrying the weight of failure.

She didn’t move. Just shivered again—more drool hitting the floor with a wet plop.

"I’ll give you space."

He said gently, backing away like a man surrendering his love to fate.

"You need it."

He closed his eyes. Sighed deeply.

’She must’ve felt so neglected... so unloved.’

The thought stabbed him like a guilt-dagger straight to the chest.

’She was just pretending earlier.’

’Trying to spare my feelings... but deep down, she’s still hurt. And I deserve it.’

’I deserve all of this.’

But in a way... it was a blessing.

Now he knew.

He had to earn her back. Win her heart again. Fight like a man. Be a better husband.

Not to mention, he was the reason she came out of retirement.

Of course he was. He knew it.

She came because she loved him that damn deeply.

The kind of love that breaks vows, crosses continents, and kicks fate in the balls.

The moment he saw her appear, at exactly the right time, when he needed her most, his heart exploded into fireworks.

Who else could she possibly come for? There was no one else.

Not a single soul in this world more important to her than him.

Alex smiled to himself, fists clenched like a man about to punch destiny in the face.

He now has a mission. Mission to impress his wife once again.

Then he remembered that little green bastard. That slimeball Rae.

Alex scoffed.

’Rae? Nah. She came for me. I know it.’

There was no way in hell his devoted, pure, loyal wife had crawled out of bed and into danger for that goblin greaseball.

Oh boy.

Oh boy.

How wrong can a man be?

"Just you wait, Alice. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of you."

He raised his fist to the heavens.

Like a righteous fool in a tragedy, and turned to leave.

Alice still hadn’t lifted her head. Still hadn’t said a word.

He took that as a sign. She needed space.

She needed healing.

She needed... him to go.

So, like a noble knight, he gave her one last soft look—and walked off to save Adrian.

Back inside the tent, someone else had their fist raised too.

But this fist was trembling.

Tears ran down his eyes.

Lips parted.

Head tilted back like he’d just witnessed god descend from the heavens and slap his soul clean.

Because that someone...

That little green bastard...

Had just popped his damn cherry.