From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 104: Urgent Meeting!

Chapter 104: Urgent Meeting!

Lyra had spent the entire night turning it over in her head.

Weighing the consequences, the implications, the shame, if she actually went through with it.

But in the end, none of that mattered. This was her only path forward. Her only way to level up.

’I felt it that day... like something inside me woke up. Something ancient. Dormant. And for a moment... it was alive.’

She was thinking about that massage.

That absurd, inappropriate, utterly mind-scrambling massage Rae had given her.

She hadn’t even meant to enjoy it, yet her body had betrayed her.

Worse, it had changed her. She’d felt a surge of power she’d never known before.

A flicker of something deep, strange, and utterly foreign.

And now, it was tempting her. Whispering promises in the dark.

She had trained for years. Studied, fought, honed her aura. But nothing, nothing, had ever unlocked that sensation before.

It had to be the key. She could feel it.

’No... I know it is.’

That power was her way forward. Her way out of this crisis. And to awaken it fully...

She needed him.

Rae.

Lyra let out a heavy sigh, followed by a low, frustrated growl as her shoulders trembled in defeat.

She looked like a battle-hardened warrior about to tap out from an internal war.

And frankly, she was.

She didn’t want to call him. She really, really didn’t.

Even though every instinct screamed that Rae was the key to unlocking whatever weird, wild power had stirred inside her... something else had awakened, too.

Something more dangerous.

"Ahh! Just give me a damn solution already!!"

She yelled, yanking at her hair like it had personally betrayed her.

She was officially lost. Drowning in confusion and heat and—ugh—emotions.

Of course, Lyra had no idea that the real problem here wasn’t magic, or ki, or divine awakening.

It was lust.

Plain, unholy, world-wrecking lust.

She didn’t recognize it yet.

She just knew that every time Rae touched her, her mind turned to jelly, her body acted like it had its own evil agenda, and the so-called "power" she felt? It had thighs.

Dangerous, shapely thighs.

And if he kept massaging her like that...

There’d be no going back. No honor. No control. No normal.

Just moaning. Lots of moaning.

...

Later that day...

Celeste called for an urgent meeting.

The kind of meeting where everyone looked like they expected a demon lord to burst through the flap at any moment.

"I say, it should be just us. No need to involve... you know, them...they have...duties to do...ha ha ha."

Adrian awkwardly chuckled, adjusting his scarf dramatically.

Everyone knew he was talking about the goblins.

For some reasons, the guy who always referred to their little companions as creatures, stupid fucks, and slaves was now avoiding calling them those terms.

It was like, he was afraid of something.

But then again, this was Adrian, he was crazy sometimes.

They were gathered in a circle inside Celeste’s tent, each person seated stiffly, their own goblin standing awkwardly behind them like confused bodyguards at a masquerade ball.

The air was tense. But beneath it all, one unspoken truth lingered:

No one wanted to admit how weird things were getting lately.

Rae was, of course, standing behind Alice like a loyal knight... if knights wore shit-eating grins and radiated pure chaos.

His face wore that classic "I’m just happy to be here" expression. Serene. Innocent.

His thoughts? Not even remotely.

’Why the hell is he looking at me, huh?’

He meant Adrian, who had been stealing nervous glances Rae’s way like a guilty nobleman trying not to get caught peeking at the royal harem.

From where Adrian was sitting, Rae’s position was unfortunately aligned just enough that Rae’s... presence hovered like an ominous spiritual pressure in the corner of his eye.

’Don’t tell me... the hot water trick worked?’

Rae’s smirk widened just a touch as his chest puffed up with silent, triumphant laughter.

’Fu~ fu~ fu~! So the little noble is scared of me now, huh? Good.’

’Maybe next time he’ll think twice before disrespecting MY WOMAN!’

’Bitch ass punk!’

Meanwhile, Adrian was going through it.

His heartbeat was a full percussion ensemble, and sweat had started to bead at his forehead like it was monsoon season.

’Not good! Not good at all! He’s smiling!’

’That smug bastard knows. He knows I know.’

’Shit, shit, shit!he’s going to silence me, isn’t he?! This is it. I’ve seen too much...’

Naturally, Adrian was getting more and more afraid.

His leg bounced uncontrollably, his pupils jittering like they were trying to tap out Morse code for HELP.

He kept glancing at Rae—no, The Thing Currently Posing As Rae—from the corner of his eye.

He should’ve stayed in his tent.

He knew something was wrong the moment Celeste took her horse and rode off like a woman possessed.

He should’ve taken the hint.

But noooo, he had to go and look.

And now he had seen the truth.

’A monster... That’s what he is. A man among men. A beast cloaked in idiocy.’

’Look at him! Cool, calm, unbothered, despite being surrounded by the very heroes who whooped his ass last time! Who does that?!’

Adrian gulped.

He was fully convinced now.

Rae wasn’t some random goblin-tagalong. He was the true Goblin King, a dark mastermind playing the long game.

A sleeper agent who had infiltrated their group months ago, acting like a bumbling, drooling idiot while secretly studying their habits, learning their weaknesses, and worst of all...

He’d ploughed one of the heroes.

’Not even the Demon King would be so bold...’

The thought made Adrian shudder.

He could feel his soul trying to exit through his goosebump-covered skin.

’He’s been among us. Living with us. Eating with us. Hell, he probably knows at what time I sleep—!’

Suddenly Rae turned ever so slightly, just a tilt of the head.

Adrian flinched like someone had fired a crossbow bolt at his spine.

’He knows I know! He’s gonna kill me in my sleep!’

Before he could spiral deeper into mental madness, Celeste cut through the fog of fear with a firm, annoyed voice.

"Shut up. We have more important matters at hand."

She waved off Adrian’s unspoken terror like she was swatting a fly, completely unaware that in his mind, he was one step away from writing a last will and testament.

Rae, meanwhile, just kept smiling.

Benign.

Content.

Evil incarnate.

Adrian wanted to protest.

Oh, how he wanted to scream, "We’re letting the goblin king pick his nose behind one of our heroines and no one’s saying a damn thing?!"—but he didn’t.

Because he valued his life.

And more importantly, he didn’t want to attract attention from a certain green-skinned monster wearing Rae’s skin like a Halloween costume.

So instead, he swallowed his fear like a bitter pill and slouched deeper into his seat, shrinking like a terrified schoolkid caught cheating on a math test.

His eyes flicked toward Rae.

And there he was.

Picking his nose.

With the calm composure of someone entitled to it.

’Of course... of course. When you’re king, you can just dig for nose-gold in public and no one bats an eye. Tsk, tsk... true power.’

Adrian ground his teeth so hard he could feel his molars heating up.

Then Melissa spoke up.

"Why did you assemble us, dear?"

Her voice was the aural equivalent of warm soup and soft pillows.

Despite having recently eaten dirt via a six-meter fall straight on her ass, she looked positively radiant.

And of course, Rae had thoughts.

’Well yeah, if you’ve got an ass like that, a fall like that would just bounce off.’

’Fuckin’ hell, you could probably drop her off a cliff and she’d survive like a yoga ball.’

Rae nodded sagely, as if he were a connoisseur of tactical booty physics.

Then Celeste finally spoke, pulling everyone back to the moment.

She took a deep breath, her tone dropping an octave into something grim.

"I suspect... he’s alive. And healthy now."

Gasps cut through the tent like knives through soft fruit. Everyone froze.

No one asked who he was. They all knew.

Him.

Adrian immediately started shaking his head like he was trying to reboot his brain through violent rattling.

"No way. I thought that darkness you felt was from that young goblin."

Lyra clutched her chest like someone just told her the price of coffee doubled.

Her voice trembled, not from fear exactly, but from the sheer refusal to accept that that thing might still be breathing.

"Are you sure about it, Celeste? Did you see him or something?"

Alice asked, brows furrowed.

Even though she hadn’t been there when Gear went berserk, she assumed the darkness that drenched the battlefield like spilled ink came from him.

And not from some undead goblin emperor rising from the sewage like a horror movie sequel.

Adrian, meanwhile, was biting his knuckle.

Literally.

Like a lunatic who just found out the final boss was sleeping three feet behind him with his eyes open and no goddamn blinking reflex.

He wanted to say it. Scream it, even.

He just wanted to howl from his heart that:

"The original goblin king is right there, people! He’s scratching his ass and breathing through his mouth but that’s a disguise—A DISGUISE!"

But of course, he didn’t do that. But he did something else.

He made a fatal mistake.