From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 8: Getting Caught!

Rae's fingers trembled like they were gripping the edge of heaven itself.

He slowly—reverently, like a horny priest offering his final prayer—laid his goblin-sized hand upon the lactating breast.

Squish.

It was warm. It was heavy. It yielded beneath his palm like the softest, juiciest dough god ever kneaded.

He could feel it—the divine jiggle, the delicate bounce, the very pulse of motherly milk magic under his fingers.

[Objective Complete!]

[Side Quest: Milk Inspector – Level 2 Complete!]

[+10 Lust Points]

[New Quest Unlocked: Milk Inspector – Level 3]

[Objective: Suckle the nipple]

[Progress: 0 / 1]

[Reward: 15 Lust Points]

Rae's jaw dropped like someone had just punched him with a tit.

"...I fucking LOVE this system."

He whispered, eyes wide, his goblin soul vibrating on frequencies only horny gods could understand.

He stared at the new quest like it was a golden ticket to Wonka's Wet Dream Factory.

Only problem?

The baby.

That goddamn adorable milk-thieving baby was still snuggled into the boob like it paid rent.

If Rae just dove in for a slurp, he'd absolutely bonk heads with it—and that would definitely trigger a crying alarm loud enough to wake every one in one mile vicinity.

But he knew a way. He gently—very gently—slide the chunky milk-bandit out of her arms.

The baby was heavier than it looked, and Rae's skinny goblin arms almost gave out. But he held firm.

The mission—no, the quest—was far too important.

He waddled over to the crib, arms trembling, face scrunched in painful determination. It took everything he had to tiptoe and drop the baby into the crib without tripping headfirst into it himself.

By some divine miracle... mission success. No crying. No waking up. No milk-thief drama.

He wiped the Niagara Falls of sweat pouring off his forehead, turned around, and there she was.

Now that the baby was out of the way, her massive tit lay bare and unburdened, flopped majestically over her dress like a prize melon at a harvest festival.

And that nipple—good lord—the plump pink peak was leaking heaven's nectar with an open invitation written in milk drops.

Rae approached like a humble monk before a shrine. His index finger slowly reached out and...

boop.

Right on the nipple.

"Mhmm~"

She moaned, her voice a soft breath of heat and honey.

But she didn't wake.

A fresh drop of milk beaded at the tip, like the boob itself was teasing him.

Rae's grin stretched ear to pointy ear.

Rae licked his lips like a starving beast who just stumbled into an all-you-can-slurp buffet.

His tongue slithered out—long, twitchy, practically vibrating with anticipation—and a shameful trail of drool dripped from its tip like a broken faucet.

Then it happened.

First contact.

The tip of his tongue brushed against the glistening, milk-leaking nipple, and it was like someone hit the celestial "Hallelujah" switch in his brain.

His goblin spine straight-up spasmed. Choirs sang. Planets aligned. Somewhere in the distance, a divine cow mooed in approval.

He didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto that peak like a desperate baby dragon nursing its last hope of survival.

He tugged gently, his teeth grazing it just enough to make it pop like a juicy grape—and bam! Milk shot out.

The taste was Otherworldly. Like warm, creamy ambrosia straight from the heavens... or at least a very enthusiastic farm goddess.

"Ahhhh~"

She stirred in her seat, moaning softly in her sleep like someone getting dream-massaged by clouds.

Rae paused. System messages blinked into his vision—probably to congratulate him, give him lust points, throw a parade or something—but he shut that shit down. No distractions. This was the main quest.

With renewed vigor, he dove back in—face buried, cheeks puffed, slurping like a gremlin with no shame.

Each pull made her breast bounce, and that bounce only fed his insanity. The milk flowed like liquid gold, and he was all in.

Rae didn't know when it happened, but his brain fully reverted into baby-mode. At this point, he was less goblin, more gobb-ling.

His hands held her gently, his mouth worked overtime, and the room echoed with the disgusting-yet-victorious sound of sluuuuurp, glug, suck, pop.

A symphony of sin.

With every suck, her moans grew louder. She shifted in the chair, hips twitching, and all of a sudden, her free hand drifting down to stroke Rae's hair.

"Gently, dear... Mommy's sensitive there, remember..."

Rae suddenly became afraid. he paused mid sucking for a second, but instantly relaxed seeing, her eyes were still closed.

She grabbed a fistful of his red hair and pulled him in deeper, burying his face into her breast.

He worked at her with greedy precision, trying to draw in the whole areola, making her squirm even more as the sensitivity spiked. She writhed in the chair, legs parting, breath quickening.

He kept slurping, milking every drop like it was heaven itself. A few more seconds. A few more gulps.

He didn't want to stop—but finally, he pulled away, breathless, leaving her panting and flushed.

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Rae wanted more. God, he wanted more.

But not now.

'I can wait more. She's waking up. I don't want that to happen.'

He backed off, heart racing, slipped out the door, and started down the stairs.

Then he froze.

Halfway down. Eyes wide. Breath caught.

Someone was at the coat rack, calmly hanging up his jacket like he owned the place.

Because he did.

The man turned. Cold eyes met his.

Alexander.

The hero. The guy who'd warned him—explicitly—not to set foot in any room except the kitchen.

He just came from this guy's room, after drinking this guy's wife's sacred milk...

Raedon didn't just screw up. He screwed up royally.

He was so dead.

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[A/N- more powerstone, more Chapters. Do it, guys!!!]