From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 48: Ara Ara Mommy!

"Rae..."

A soft, sharp call in goblin tongue.

He blinked, turned his head like a curious mutt, and saw Maya glaring at him, the soup pot still dripping in her hand.

He tilted his head with a dumb little what’s up gesture.

Melissa’s voice rang again from inside her tent, sharper this time.

"Go and help her."

Maya said, already turning away.

Rae pointed at himself like a confused toddler.

"Me?"

"Yes, you idiot. I have things to do. Now move those scrawny green legs and make yourself useful."

She snapped, then stomped off with dramatic little goblin steps.

’What the fuck...’

Rae muttered under his breath, grumbling curses in every dialect he knew, but he wasn’t about to pass up a golden ticket to peek at the divine milf inside that tent.

Opportunity was knocking—and it had boobs.

He adjusted his waistband just in case the monster got ideas, then swaggered toward Melissa’s tent like he owned the damn place.

’What’s she doing in there? Changing? Undressing? Stretching her soft, supple back...? Gulp...’

With the grace of a trained pervert, he eased the flap open without a squeak.

And jackpot. frёeωebɳovel.com

There she was.

Melissa, goddess of fertility, priestess of thiccness, sitting on a low stool like a painting come to life.

Her back was to him, smooth and pale, glowing under the tent’s soft light.

Nothing on top. Just a deep green skirt hugging her hips, and two perfect, heavy breasts swaying slightly as she fumbled with her bra strap.

She grunted, clearly annoyed it wouldn’t clasp.

Rae knew exactly why she couldn’t hook it.

That damn thing was fighting for its life.

Those massive milkers were defying physics, hanging there with a bounce that made his cock twitch in pure sympathy.

Gulp.

And another one.

His throat worked twice, hard.

That open back was a fucking masterpiece.

Smooth, soft, glowing like silk under the morning light.

Her hair was pulled to the front, giving him an unobstructed view of her bare back—and gods, it wasn’t toned like Lyra’s battle-hardened muscles.

No, this was softness made divine.

His eyes trailed down, and his cock twitched again.

Melissa’s generous ass was spreading gently across the tiny stool, plush cheeks overflowing like two sacred offerings.

That green skirt hugged her hips just enough to leave little to the imagination.

With her soft demeanor, her gentle voice, and that mature way she carried herself...fuck, she was peak elder fantasy.

"Maya! Come here already. I can’t do this—ugh, when did this get so small?"

She grunted in that adorable, huffy way.

"I swear, two years ago this fit just fine... Why is it getting tighter all of a sudden? Ara ara..."

She muttered, frustration growing as her fingers failed again to clasp the stubborn bra.

The poor thing was barely holding on, stretched beyond its limits by the sheer size of her upgraded tits.

"Madame."

The voice made her freeze.

She gasped, hands instantly covering her chest as she twisted around.

But when she saw who it was, her shoulders relaxed, and a smile slowly returned to her lips.

"Ara, ara... it’s you, little Rae."

She said with a soft, sultry chuckle.

"For a second I thought it was that pervert Adrian sneaking in here again. Did Maya send you?"

That warm, nurturing glow returned to her face—like she hadn’t just given him a lifetime’s worth of spank-bank material.

Rae nodded dumbly, his head bobbing like a puppet, heart thundering in his chest at the sound of that silky "Ara ara..." voice.

Gods.

She was the definition of mommy material.

Like, actual divine-grade motherly seductress.

Now that he really looked at her—like really soaked her in—he was stunned all over again.

How the hell were all these heroes so hot?

It was unfair.

Like a whole party of supermodels dropped out of a fashion catalogue.

Even that smug bastard Alex looked like he walked off a romance novel cover.

’It’s gotta be their levels... yeah. Has to be. Higher stats must mean higher hotness.’

Rae thought, gripping his fists tight in determination.

’Just wait... I’ll level up too. Not to be mommy, obviously, but—damn—I’ll be a total snack soon enough.’

Melissa let out a mock sigh and wiggled her shoulders.

"Then, sweet little Rae," she purred, "could you help this poor, helpless woman clip her bra? I just don’t seem to have the strength..."

Rae practically saluted with his entire soul and sprinted over like it was a goddamn national mission.

Melissa smirked gently, then turned back around, hands still holding those glorious melons in place like she was cradling a forbidden treasure.

"Just pull it together, Rae. That’s all."

He stepped close—too close—and his nose flared.

Oh gods, that scent.

Like the fresh heart of the forest had decided to live between her tits.

It was earthy, soft, and ridiculously intoxicating.

He nearly moaned.

Swallowing hard, he took one end of the bra, then the other.

The fabric was trembling under his touch—or maybe that was just him.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer to every horny god above, Rae pulled.

Pulled like a man possessed. Like a hero.

"Mhmm..."

Melissa let out a low grunt, her body giving a soft jiggle as the fabric snapped snug against her skin.

Veins bulged across Rae’s forehead, jaw clenched, as he wrestled with the damned contraption like it owed him money.

He yanked, grunted, flexed every bit of his level-five might—and finally, click—victory.

He swayed, muscles twitching, then collapsed like a war hero, landing flat on the ground with a satisfying thud.

Arms spread. Eyes dazed. Breath heavy. A dumb, blissed-out grin plastered across his face.

"Ara ara~ Momma’s strong boy, aren’t you?"

Melissa clapped her hands together gently, that warm, honey-sweet smile lighting up her face like he’d just won her heart.

Rae felt it. Right in his chest. Boom. Her words hit harder than any sword ever could.

Mommy’s.

Strong.

Boy?

His brain melted into a puddle of dopamine.

"Heh... heh heh..."

He giggled like an idiot, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed with pride.

Melissa stepped into view, towering over him like some goddess of soft, squishy death.

That teasing black bra hugged her chest like it was barely containing anything, and her skirt—gods help him—that fluttery green thing looked like it would fly away with the slightest breeze.

"Ara ara~ Are you alright down there, little Rae?"

If she leaned any lower, that bra would commit a crime.

Just as Rae was mentally begging the gods for a breeze to misbehave—whoosh!—the flap of the tent flung open with a dramatic fwap! and a gust of wild wind rushed in like it had a mission.

Rae’s hair went flying like he was in a shampoo commercial—but his eyes weren’t on his hair.

No.

His gaze was glued to Melissa, whose skirt suddenly whooshed upward like a curtain revealing the main act.

There they were.

Thick, meaty thighs, all smooth and glowy—and tucked between them, her cute white panties, hugging her curves like they were made just for sin.

"Kya~!"

Melissa squeaked in the most adorable, flustered tone as she scrambled to slam her skirt down. But too late.

The man beneath her had seen everything. Every. Juicy. Detail. And now he was frozen in awe, pupils dilated, heart doing backflips in his chest.

"Stupid wind..."

She hissed, cheeks pink and fuming as she turned to stomp toward the flap—

—but then oops—her foot caught something.

She stumbled forward, let out a soft yelp, and fell right toward Rae.

Her instinct kicked in at the last second—legs spread wide to avoid crushing him completely—

Which meant her landing zone?

Right.

On.

His.

Face.

"Haa..."

Rae smiled like he’d ascended to heaven.

Eyes half-lidded.

Mind gone.

Hands rising like he was welcoming a divine blessing straight from the heavens.

He didn’t even think. He just accepted his fate.

And what a fate it was.