From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 7: Milk Inspector- Level one

Sitting like a queen on a plush, velvet chair at the far end of the room was the lady in question—baby in arms, both of them dead asleep, like they'd just finished an exhausting side quest called "Breastfeeding: Hardcore Mode."

But what absolutely shattered Rae's goblin-sized brain wasn't the peaceful domestic scene—it was the tit.

Yes, the glorious, fat, glistening breast that had somehow slipped free, hanging there like an open invitation to sin. One nipple out in the wild, still beaded with milk, like it was begging for someone to come drain it properly.

And boy, did we have just the idiot for the job.

Rae slipped into the room like a horny ninja, shutting the door behind him with the softest click.

His eyes stayed glued to the bare titty jackpot in front of him as he crept forward, like he was afraid it might disappear if he blinked.

'From old Raedon's memories, healers were basically glass cannons.'

Every class had their weakness—berserkers couldn't handle magic, mages crumpled like tissue paper in close combat, and healers?

Healers were squishy. Soft. Fragile. Definitely not made for brawls.

Standing in front of the woman at a measly three and a half feet tall felt like facing off against a final boss in a Souls game—intimidating, erotic, and probably fatal.

The height difference was comically disrespectful—like, he was staring directly at boob level.

He gulped.

Hard.

Her sculpted jawline, plump lips, and that body—dear sweet goddess of thighs—looked like she was bench-pressing villagers for cardio.

Toned yet soft in all the right places, with natural assets that could start holy wars and bankrupt kingdoms.

Thank the holy titty gods she was sitting down. If she were standing, Rae wouldn't have been able to see her face—not with those planet-sized melons blocking his entire field of vision.

He leaned in slowly, reverently, like a priest approaching the altar, and took a long, deep sniff of her milky breast.

His eyes rolled back like he just unlocked nirvana.

The scent of fresh breast milk hit his brain like a holy truck—warm, creamy, slightly sweet, with a touch of womanly power.

'This... this... this is heaven...'

His tiny loincloth stood no chance.

His little boner was pitching a circus tent, flapping in the wind like a proud flag of depravity.

Rae looked again—his goblin eyes drinking in the succulent curve of that glorious breast, the sheer weight of it, the way it softly rested like a pillow made for sin.

His gaze drifted lower, landing square on the plump, pink areola—round and perfect like a royal seal—and the nipple, glistening with beads of creamy white temptation.

It was too much.

Too damn much.

Rae's brain short-circuited.

There wasn't enough blood in his body to fuel both thought and erection, and guess which one won.

He gulped again—loud enough it could've been mistaken for a water balloon popping—and extended a trembling finger toward the holy mountain of flesh.

His index finger made contact... and sank.

SANK.

It was like pressing into the surface of a warm marshmallow made entirely out of sex and magic. The flesh welcomed him—greedy, soft, and warm like it had been waiting for a good poke its whole life.

'Ahhhh... I am done for. This is pure nirvana... a place where gods are born and mortals lose their damn minds.'

Just as his soul started ascending into titty heaven, a sudden ding! popped in front of his eyeballs.

[Congratulations on completing the side quest!]

[Side Quest: Milk Inspector – Level 1]

[Reward: 100 Lust Points (First Time Bonus!)]

"Huh?" Rae blinked, dazed.

He was so deep in boob euphoria that the system message felt like it was trying to reach him from another plane of existence.

He swatted at the air like the message was a fly and mumbled:

"Not now... Papa's busy..."

But the system had no chill. Another ding! popped up before his eyes.

[New Side Quest: Milk Inspector – Level 2]

[Objective: Grab a lactating breast]

[Progress: 0 / 1]

[Reward: 10 Lust Points]

Rae nearly cackled.

Nearly.

He bit down on his own knuckle to hold it in, because if he let out his goblin snicker now, he might wake the human titty goddess—and this operation required stealth and horny precision.

'These quests... oh gods above, these quests are a gift.'

He was internally doing a victory dance, butt naked in his mind with fireworks going off, but one eye squinted at the reward.

Wait.

Only 10 Lust Points?

Where was the juicy 100 from before?

Then he saw it—tiny text under the first quest's reward:

(First Time Bonus)

'Tch. Forgot about that. The first sip of milk is always free...'

He shrugged his tiny goblin shoulders like he was tossing aside the weight of the world—or in this case, the weight of moral decency.

'Ten points? A hundred? Who the fuck cares.'

If the quests were all this tittylicious, he didn't even need a reward. Hell, he'd do it for free—wait no, hold up—

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'Take that back. Take that back. I ain't doin' this shit for free. I'm horny, not holy.'

His eyes gleamed with lusty determination as he stared at the soft, slumbering prize before him. The woman didn't stir.

Her big, milky boob just rested there, proud and perky, practically begging to be worshipped like a sacred relic in the temple of sin.

It was time for the next reward-reaping session.

He rolled his neck with a little crack-crack, like a boxer prepping for the final round.

Then, dramatically, he kissed his own hand—mwah!—with the passion of a knight about to draw his sword in service of the crown.

'Alright baby girl... prepare thyself.'

He reached out, fingers trembling in reverent horniness, his hand slowly descending toward the sacred titty like it was the holy grail and he was Indiana Jones with a boner.

This wasn't just a grab.

This was a moment of destiny.

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[A/N: More power stones, more Chapters! :) ]