CHAPTER 99: WITNESSING SOME SNU SNU!

Rae had waited patiently for nightfall to pull off his little stunt.

He knew damn well Gear would be lurking around in the dark like some perverted tree goblin, so he had to put on a proper show.

Alice had woken up a couple of hours after Rae’s "visit" to Gear, still dazed, confused, and, most importantly, thoroughly satisfied to her very core.

She’d thought Rae was curled up innocently in Melissa’s tent as usual, but then he barged in at midnight, rain pouring off him like some depraved romance novel hero.

"Uh...um...so..."

She couldn’t even look at him.

Her face burned hot as she tried to figure out which Rae she was dealing with.

Was this her sweet, bumbling Rae...or the other one?

The one who’d folded her in half and pounded her so hard she was pretty sure she’d glimpsed heaven and heard a choir.

The silence was thick enough to slice.

Then Rae tilted his head, blinking up at her with those big, innocent eyes.

"Whad, madame? Yu need domething?"

His voice was so guileless it made her lungs start working again.

Oh, thank the gods, it was him.

The harmless Rae. The other one must have...gone somewhere.

She exhaled shakily, willing her heartbeat back under control.

"Ah...Rae. Just...just asking if you needed something."

She swallowed.

"You’re...you’re staying in Melissa’s tent tonight, right?"

"No, madame. Rae sday here."

He beamed, rain still dripping from his hair.

"Unless...madame no want Rae here..."

"No! No, no, no."

She flapped her hands so fast she nearly smacked herself.

"Stay here."

Her cheeks burned brighter.

’I just hope the other guy won’t come out.’

Alice internally prayed like she was on her last life in a boss fight.

It was dangerous now, real dangerous.

One wrong move, one flash of skin, a stray moan, even a mildly seductive yawn, and he might come out again.

And if that happened?

Game over. Credits roll.

Her pussy had already been folded, flipped, and spiritually rebranded.

She wasn’t sure even a cucumber the size of a forearm could bring her back.

’Poor Alex. He’s going to need therapy.’

’I’m glad I wore this nightgow.’

She told herself, casting a furtive look down at her outfit for reassurance.

She had played it smart. Real smart. She went full anti-thot mode.

She had spent fifteen minutes digging through her luggage like a raccoon on a mission, trying to find the least tempting piece of clothing she owned, and there it was: a long, plain nightgown.

A long, loose gown that reached her ankles.

No peek of thigh, no hint of cleavage, no delicate straps to slip down.

The sleeves went all the way to her wrists like she was trying to cosplay a chaste monastery sister.

Sure, it was satin, but at least the thick, light red fabric didn’t turn transparent the second a lantern was lit.

No bra lines. No panty shadows.

’Perfect.’

’No way that perverted alter ego can find an excuse to pop out over this.’

"I am glad you’re here, Rae."

Alice smiled at the innocent, cute creature, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting down...lower.

Right between his legs.

Redness bloomed across her cheeks like she’d just been slapped.

She snapped her gaze away so fast her neck almost cracked.

’Oh gods...’

No matter how sweet and harmless he looked right now, she had a memory scorched into her brain forever—that memory.

About his...well. His monster.

It didn’t matter that he was small and precious-looking.

That part of him was definitely not small.

’"Why, madame?"’

His innocent voice floated up, and when she risked a glance, he was tilting his head at her like a confused puppy.

"N-nothing. Just saying."

She let out a strangled little chuckle and busied herself fussing with the bedcovers so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes again.

’Where is he going to sleep?’

she thought, her heart starting to pound.

’With me?’

She swallowed.

’What if he hugs me in his sleep...’

’What if the other one comes out again...?’

She was so deep in her frantic thoughts, visions of accidental hugging and catastrophic transformations, that she didn’t even realize what she was doing.

Something she’d sworn never to do in front of Rae ever again.

Bending over.

Bending over right in front of Rae.

She was tugging and smoothing the bedsheet, her plump backside practically waving at him in invitation, while her brain was completely elsewhere.

’I’ll just finish this quickly...make sure he’s comfortable...’

Meanwhile, Rae was not lost in any such wholesome considerations.

He lit a small lamp and set it down in the center of the tent.

Its warm glow spread out, casting just enough light to turn everything deliciously suggestive.

He stepped back, admiring the scene: the modest little tent, the soft lighting, the perfect angle of her bending over.

’Perfect. Perfect setup for everything. He he he.’

He rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain about to monologue.

’I hope you’re ready, Gear.’

’Because your liege is about to give you a special scene you’ll never forget.

Then, without a shred of shame, he stepped up behind Alice, leaned forward, and let his voice slide into that sassy, devilish tone.

"My, my, my... To think you’d call me over again right after getting pounded to oblivion..."

He paused, letting it hang in the air like the world’s most inappropriate compliment.

"Your lust is truly insatiable, woman. But I have to admit...I rather like it."

?!

Every hair on her skin stood up.

That sound.

That fucking sound.

’No... No way. No fucking way.’

Why now? Why here?

Before her thoughts could finish forming, she snapped back to reality, and reality was her bending over like a goddamn sacrificial goddess.

Her posture, though unintentional, was all curve, hips popped, ass arched, and that skirt?

That useless, pitiful piece of cloth?

Barely doing a damn thing.

She knew how plump her ass looked from this angle.

And now... he was here.

"W-Wait! Let me just explai—mhmmm~!"

Too late.

Way too late.

Her words melted into a hot moan as her tongue lolled out like a bitch in heat.

Her eyes rolled back, because that man had already hiked her skirt up, tugged that soaked panty aside, and slammed into her twitching, well-beaten pussy.

No teasing.

No words.

Just primal fucking.

And once again, the tent echoed with the lewd, wet claps of cheeks slapping together in divine rhythm. Skin meeting skin like thunder. Lust vibrating in the air like music.

Clap clap clap.

Her knees buckled. Her hands fisted the sheets.

...

"HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! Are you seeing it, you stupid dufus?! Are you SEEING it?"

Gear was practically strangling Rabbi in his excitement, shaking him like a rattle.

Rabbi’s jaw hung open so far a beetle could’ve flown in and set up a home.

His eyes were locked—glued—to the scene in the tent.

Gear was vibrating with so much unrestrained joy he actually teared up.

His liege.

The greatest goblin to ever walk the earth.

Not only had he infiltrated the hero party—he was shagging one of their precious heroes.

What in the blighted fuck.

This was too much. Too glorious. Too legendary.

Gear started hopping in place on the slick branch, pumping his fists in the air like a demented cheerleader.

He was so busy celebrating that he forgot physics existed.

One second he was chanting, "He’s the best! He’s the best!"—

—The next second he slipped, arms pinwheeling—

—and vanished with a wet CRASH into the bushes below.

Rabbi didn’t even blink. He hadn’t so much as glanced away from the tent.

His mind was a hurricane of disbelief and something dangerously close to awe.

’How...’

’How is this even possible?’

Even if that bastard really was the Goblin King, heroes were supposed to have steel-hard willpower.

Surely no simple trick or cheap magic could make a hero bend over willingly.

’So what was it?’

He swallowed dryly, unable to tear his eyes away.

’What...is he doing to her?’

’Don’t tell me...that guy is just that damn skilled...’

Rabbi swallowed, throat dry as old bone.

At the end of it all, he had no choice but to accept the impossible reality.

That little bastard...

That little bastard was indeed the Goblin King.

It wasn’t just those two witnessing the scandal of the century.

Hidden behind the thick trunk of a tree inside the shield, because there was no way in hell he’d risk being outside with that goblin menace prowling around, was Adrian.

He looked like he’d been struck by lightning again:

Eyes wide enough to pop out, jaw dangling, his entire body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

’What I saw earlier...’

’It wasn’t my imagination.’

He pressed both hands to his face, breathing hard.

’This...this is real.’

He felt like he’d stumbled headfirst into a nightmare circus he never bought a ticket for—but it was too late to unsee it now.

’That guy is really...the Goblin King. Shit. SHIT!’

His heart pounded so hard he thought it might rattle the shield itself.

’I need to tell Celeste. ASAP.’

He turned to bolt back to camp, nearly tripping over a root as he went.