From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 12: Heartbroken Wife (1)

"Dear... I was thinking... tonight, maybe..."

Alice stepped into the room, her body wrapped in nothing but a robe that looked like it was losing a fight. It clung to her curves like a lover unwilling to say goodbye.

The neckline drooped just enough to showcase a generous, supple valley of breast—soft and pale, crowned by two tiny peaks that poked through the fabric like curious kittens peeking out of a blanket.

Something had shifted in her since earlier. Maybe it was Rae's accidental visit, maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was just Alice's own body finally screaming to be touched again.

Either way, she felt alive. Electric. Itchy in all the sinful places.

Alex didn't glance away from his parchment.

"What is it, dear? I'm busy."

She bit her lip, then slowly, sensually, slid her fingers down her waist.

"...Do you want to do that...?"

And then—fshhh—the robe gave up the ghost and dropped to the floor like a mic after a power move.

If Rae had been in the room right now, the poor bastard would've had a straight-up aneurysm from the sudden shift in blood pressure — everything from his brain would've evacuated south to power his raging goblin dong.

After all the peeking, sniffing, and pervy adventures he'd been on, Alice's body still looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods during their horniest hour.

No stretch marks, no pudge, no "mom bod" nonsense. Just pure, sinful, heart-attack-inducing perfection.

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A tight midriff, soft curves, and hips that could make a priest start Googling "how to get excommunicated politely."

"Do what?"

Alex asked without even lifting his head, still lost in his precious stack of reports.

"You know..."

She crawled onto the bed, her bare ass jiggling like a slow-motion earthquake, every wiggle a siren call to all things unholy.

She moved towards him on all fours, so damn slowly it was practically criminal.

"That..."

She whispered...

She was close enough now that her breath tickled his ear, her breasts brushing against the sheets with every sensual move.

It was the kind of sight that would make even statues cry blood — but Alex, the heroic dumbass he was, kept his nose buried in bureaucratic nonsense.

"I have a report to read, Alice. Can you wait for tomorrow?"

Alice's face twisted into a mix of hurt, disbelief, and pure pent-up horny rage.

"But it's been so long since we even did it... before I got pregnant..."

She whimpered, tracing one finger around her stiffening nipple, then letting her hand wander lower, lower, down the valley of temptation.

Alex just chuckled, as if she'd told a cute joke, flipping a page like the world's biggest idiot.

"It's not like we were going at it every day before either, honey. We did it once and you got pregnant. Don't be silly. Tomorrow, I promise."

Alice had the insane urge to just blurt it all out — to tell Alex that she hadn't even felt anything that fateful night.

Hell, he'd blown his load before even getting the tip in, spraying his royal frosting all over her poor kitty.

Then, like some tragic Greek hero, he had the nerve to just roll to the side and pass out — snoring like he'd just finished a marathon, when in reality, he'd barely crossed the damn starting line.

Alice had been left there, trembling, dripping, and so unsatisfied she had to take matters into her own hands.

She remembered desperately jamming her fingers in and — God help her — even grabbing a damn binocular to grind against, just to get herself off.

To this day, she was pretty sure it was the combo of her own desperate fingering and the goddamn binoculars rubbing against her sperm-sprayed kitty that had actually gotten her pregnant.

But of course, she didn't say any of that out loud. No, she just smiled sweetly like the good wife she was trained to be, while inside her brain, a primal scream was loading like a canon.

She felt a sudden, hot quiver deep in her core — her pussy clenched and throbbed, slick with need. Swiping a finger down her folds absentmindedly, she gasped softly.Wet.

Soaked, actually.

'But why now? After all this time?'

It was insane. It was like her body had been asleep this whole time and was just now waking up in a full-on erotic panic attack.

Her breasts ached, swelling under the sudden rush of blood, begging — begging — for someone to squeeze, knead, and suck them until she melted into a puddle.

Her pussy wasn't faring much better, twitching at the thought of even a ghost of a touch.

Her swollen lips were throbbing, tingling, practically sobbing for attention.

"Smell this, dear...you see how—"

"What the fuck?!"

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