From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 40: Little Goblin Wants Them Cheeks!

"You’ll always be an untouchable monster. Can’t even feel love, and you’re part succubi—how pathetic."

Those words echoed in Lyra’s mind—the cruel parting gift from her own twin sister, Elara.

Gorgeous, graceful, flawless Elara.

A living embodiment of the alliance between vampires and succubi—two ancient enemies united for one noble cause: to create the perfect weapon against the Dark Demons of the West.

And oh, the union delivered.

Elara got the jackpot—seductive charm, refined blood magic, perfect control. She could sway kings with a whisper and drink from their veins without leaving a mark.

And Lyra got the leftovers.

She inherited the worst of both bloodlines: uncontrollable lust without release, strength without touch.

Her body pulsed with a passive ability called Life Drain—any skin contact, even a graze, siphoned the life out of friend or foe alike.

No kisses. No hugs. Not even a goddamn handshake.

Where Elara ruled ballrooms, Lyra avoided eye contact. Where Elara whispered seduction, Lyra had to shout warnings.

The only person who ever held her, ever kissed her forehead without fear, was her mother—kind, radiant, and long dead.

It was a cruel joke. A succubus who couldn’t touch, a vampire who couldn’t taste. A lonely girl in a body built for pleasure and destruction.

But still—she endured.

Because monsters like her didn’t get happy endings.

But they sure as hell could carve one out if they tried hard enough.

...

Rae snatched the fifth potion from the pile and chugged it like his life depended on it, because it literally did.

His health bar shot back to full, and he sucked in air like a drowning man.

Lyra had casually lined up twenty health potions beside the bed and told him, "Use them as needed."

At the time, he’d just nodded, confused but intrigued. Then she said, "Massage me."

And that’s when everything clicked.

He could’ve run. He should’ve run. But the moment she laid down—glorious, naked, and glistening under the dim glow of the magic lamp—his knees buckled like wet paper.

Her body was unreal.

Those dips and curves weren’t just tempting, they were sculpted to seduce.

Her ass alone defied physics, bouncing like two perfect scoops of forbidden joy every time he pressed into her calves.

The skin under his hands was like warm velvet infused with magic.

And each time he squeezed just right, she let out this low, teasing moan—"Mmm~"—that shot straight to his groin and rattled his brain.

But pleasure had a price.

His system pinged again:

[Warning: HP dropped to 90%. Passive Drain Detected.]

Yeah. That passive ability. He could barely last a minute of contact before his health began bleeding like a stuck pig. It wasn’t just a massage anymore—it was survival with a side of temptation.

And he still had fifteen potions left.

He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night.

But Rae, bless his stupid little gremlin heart, was determined to die a happy man if that’s what it took.

’Shit! What is this dilemma?!’

Rae wiped the sweat off his goblin brow like a man in a fever dream.

Then, like a martyr offering himself to the altar of temptation, he plunged his hands back onto her thighs—just above the calves this time, where softness met strength.

Lyra moaned, low and sultry, hips shifting with pleasure. It was clear she was enjoying it... but once again, after a minute, the system screamed at him:

[Warning: HP 10% – Life Drain Active]

Groaning, Rae ripped open another potion, chugging it like it was water in the desert. As the potion went down, Lyra laughed softly.

"Ha... not even you, huh? What was I even thinking? You’re just a level-zero gremlin. If even Bryce couldn’t handle me, how could you?"

Rae froze. The teasing was gone. What came out of her mouth wasn’t mockery—it was something real.

Regret. Pain.

He looked at her—this mad, powerful woman who’d been laughing just minutes ago—and saw someone who didn’t want to be a monster anymore.

And for a brief, rare second... Rae felt something that wasn’t just lust.

"I... Rae can do dis."

Lyra blinked.

Then she pushed herself up, resting on one arm—and her full, heavenly breasts swayed into view like twin melons of war. Rae’s eyes widened. He swallowed, loudly.

"Everyone says those words... But I’m a cursed woman, Rae. Cursed to never feel love’s touch."

She smiled—bittersweet—and laid back on her stomach, letting her hair spill around her like dark silk.

"You can leave. Don’t waste your time on me."

But Rae was a stubborn little gremlin.

’Don’t tell me what to do, lady. I’m destined for greatness... and that ass.’

He clenched his green fists with heroic resolve. Sure, he was a pervert—but he was a determined pervert. And this? This was his calling.

No one had ever finished the job. No one had ever made Lyra melt.

And in Rae’s twisted, goblin brain, that translated to: Boss fight.

’If I pull this off... she’s mine. All those curves... all those bounces... that squishy forbidden flesh—!’

A surge of energy rippled through his tiny body. He was ready. The potions were lined up like ammo. His fingers were primed for war.

But then a different thought hit him like a sack of bricks.

’Wait a second... why the fuck isn’t the system giving me a quest?!’

He paused, blinking.

The system always gave him quests when he needed them most.

The Mask of Phantasm dropped right into his lap when shit hit the fan. Almost like the damn system could read his mind.

So where was his quest now?

He was elbow-deep in the thighs of a half-succubus MILF, clinging to life by potion alone, and still—nothing.

’Oi, where the hell’s my ’Pleasure Her Properly’ mission?’

Nothing. Not even a notification ping.

Then... click.

"Oh!"

His eyes widened as the realization hit him like a divine horny thunderbolt.

’Wait... it only gives me quests when I do something lewd!’

He remembered now.

That first bizarre quest—Milk Inspector—triggered just from sniffing where Alice had sat. It rewards degeneracy.

’...I gotta up the lewd.’

His gremlin brain went into overdrive. He needed a way to make this count, to earn a quest.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

"Whad do Rae ged," he asked with exaggerated innocence, "if Rae massage you real good?"

Lyra blinked, caught off guard by the goblin’s sudden bargaining.

He was asking for rewards now?

A smile slowly curled across her lips. This little freak was adorable in the worst possible way.

Throwing a sultry glance over her shoulder, she winked.

"Whatever my Rae wants."

"You..."

Rae mumbled, eyes fixed somewhere between her hips and the floor, definitely not brave enough to meet her gaze.

"...What?"

Lyra blinked, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

Did... did he just say he wants me? No, maybe I misheard...

But then he looked up, cheeks flushed, ears twitching.

"Rae... Rae wands you..."

The words came out a little stronger this time, bold in that clumsy, gremlin way.

Lyra’s heart gave a quiet thump. She chuckled softly.

This damn gremlin. So cute... and such a perv.

"Okay then," she said, voice honeyed with warmth. "I’ll give whatever my Rae wants."

Her eyes softened, gentle and vulnerable, not seductive like usual.

She laid back down, expression gentle, completely open to him.

"Now... do it."

Her heart thumped fast in her chest. Maybe, just maybe, this time, someone would finally touch her... and she wouldn’t drain them dry.

Maybe this stupid, horny little goblin was the one.

"B-But Rae wands advance..."

He scratched the back of his head, blushing so hard it looked like he’d combust.

’Gods, this is harder than I thought. Just ask, idiot!’

Lyra blinked, amused, then tilted her head like a cat watching a new toy.

"Oh? What do you want as advance?"

Her voice was silky, but her eyes narrowed with curiosity. Still smiling.

This wasn’t the usual "Yes, Lady Lyra" dynamic she was used to. He was asking, negotiating—hell, demanding. And for some reason... she liked it.

Rae swallowed. Then, with trembling goblin finger, he pointed.

Lyra followed his gaze. Her smile faltered. Her eyes widened. Her face flushed hot.

"Rae wands... Rae wands to feel them cheeks..."