From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 15: Divine Juice!

Monkey brain activated. Goblin mode: engaged.

Raedon's eyes rolled back like a dying Windows XP machine. His pupils dilated until his entire eyeball was just two voids of pure lust.

Alice, meanwhile, almost fainted on the spot.

'Oh fuck... Was that too much?! W-Was it the same smell? Is he okay?!'

But Rae wasn't just "okay"—the little green freak was currently ascending to the goddamn astral plane.

That one sniff hit him harder than a truck-kun in an isekai. His legs wobbled. He was two seconds away from chanting in tongues.

Alice clutched her chest, knees weak, kitty blazing like a forbidden furnace.

Suddenly, something unexpected was happening.

Though Raedon's head was still tilted back in stunned silence, something else was definitely moving...

His loincloth twitched. Then it twitched again. Slowly but surely, it began to rise, a bulge pushing forward like a curious creature waking from slumber.

The shape beneath the ragged fabric grew more defined with every second, until—

The tip slipped free, followed by the rest. It was big. Girthy. Green. With ridged patterns around the shaft like tribal markings from a jungle legend.

"What the...?"

Alice gasped, utterly floored.

Her heart pounded. Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't what she expected—at all.

Alex had once claimed to be the biggest among mankind.

"Two inches," he'd said proudly.

Alice's jaw loosened, nearly dropping. Her pussy leaked.

"How can such a tiny creature have that?!"

But in that moment, stunned and flushed, she was far too deep into the haze of curiosity and heat to question it further.

Her hand was still outstretched, and the damn goblin stood frozen like someone had just hit his brain with a lightning bolt made of lust and confusion.

"Raedon?"

No response.

"Raedon, you alright?"

He tilted his down to her slowly, and Alice saw it—pure, unfiltered madness twinkling in his eyes like a man who just sniffed a forbidden fruit and got high off its scent alone.

Then, like a man possessed, he grabbed her hand and started licking her fingers with a tongue that could probably win awards in a parallel universe.

His lips latched on, slurping and sucking like she'd dipped her fingertips in whipped cream and honey.

"A-Ah..."

Alice gasped, her knees doing the forbidden salsa.

"What are you doing? W-wait—"

But Raedon didn't stop. Not even close. He kept going like a man who just found the fountain of flavor.

"This heaven Madame... divine. Raedon want more. Give more."

Even Rae couldn't tell if he was still acting dumb or if this was just his brain short-circuiting from horny overload.

"Heaven? D-divine?"

Alice was stunned.

That was it. That was the confirmation she needed.

It wasn't her—it was her lame husband who clearly had the nose of a sewer rat and the passion of a dried sponge.

Juices ran down her inner thighs like a guilty confession.

"Yes. This... heaven. Give Raedon. Raedon need."

Raedon said, eyes glazed over as he licked her fingers like they were dipped in ambrosia. Alice's brain nearly short-circuited.

Was this what real appreciation felt like? Raw, primal, honest desire? She was floating. Elevated. Finally—a reaction that didn't come with a sigh or a sarcastic comment.

But before she could ride that high any higher—

"Alice, dear, where are you?"

The voice rang from inside the house. Sweet. Polite.Deadly.

Alice's entire body stiffened like someone had tossed cold water on her nether fantasies.It was her mother-in-law.

And the footsteps—click, clack, click—were getting louder. They were coming straight toward the inner kitchen.

'Oh. My. God.'

Meanwhile, Raedon still had the hunger of a beast who had just discovered gourmet. She could see it in his eyes—logic gone, shame nonexistent.

So, like any woman faced with the danger of horny exposure, Alice did what she had to do—she grabbed his head and shoved him under the table, right between her legs.

The wooden counter in front of her offered just enough cover.

A heartbeat later, a woman with confident hips, a face aged like fine wine, and the sass of a retired empress strolled into the kitchen.

"Alice, dear," she said, scanning the room with her sharp eyes, "I'm heading out for some shopping. Where's that little goblin? I need a potter to carry my bags."

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What must be Raedon thinking under the table? Any idea? :)