From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 41: Spread Em’ Like Butter On Toast!

Lyra covered her mouth, but the laugh still slipped out through her nose—half amused, half scandalized.

"You mean—my cheeks?"

He nodded. Solemn. Determined. Like a priest about to commit a holy sin.

She rolled onto her side, slow and deliberate, eyes glittering with mischief.

"You’re such a pervy little bastard, you know that?"

"Yesh."

He said, proud as a goblin knight claiming a dragon’s hoard.

She chuckled, her ass now in full, glorious view—two perfect globes framed by that scandalous slit in her adventurer’s tunic.

The moonlight outside the tent seemed to spotlight her curves on purpose.

"Fine. Two squeezes. That’s it. I never let anyone touch my ass but Bryce... but you? You don’t count, do you? Not exactly man enough to make this cheating."

The words stung, just a little.

Rae’s eye twitched, but he bit it back.

It wasn’t her consent that bruised him—it was her dismissal.

Like he was just a naughty little pet. Not a real threat. Not a real man.

But he took a deep breath and steadied himself.

’That’s all right. I’ll take this win. For now.’

His gaze locked onto the divine sight before him. Those heavenly cheeks, pale and supple, just begging for worship.

And Lyra—tease that she was—arched her back a little, puckering them up like a gift wrapped in sin. Then she gave them a slow, deliberate shake.

Left... right... left again.

Like they had their own gravity.

He gulped. Hard.

This was it.

Lyra chuckled, casting a lazy glance over her shoulder.

She caught Rae gawking at her ass like a starving dog at a butcher’s window, eyes wide, pupils dilated, breath shaky.

It almost made her laugh harder.

’Does he even still have those feelings? After what Celeste did to his kind?’

The question lingered like smoke in her thoughts.

Celeste’s spell was supposed to numb all that. Strip them of desire, turn them into docile little tools.

And yet... here he was, looking at her like he’d crawl through hell for a single squeeze.

’Do I report this? Or... do I let it play out?’

She bit her lip.

On one hand, if Rae had really broken free of the enchantment, that was dangerous.

A spellbreaking goblin could send everything spiraling out of control.

Especially since the so-called "heroes" had wiped out the gremlin royalty and turned the rest into glorified pets.

But on the other hand...

’What if he can touch me without dying?’

She laid her head down on her arms, watching him from the corner of her eye.

Her mind flashed to another anomaly—the one gremlin who never had the spell on her at all.

’So maybe this one’s different too...’

And then—

"Aah~"

The moan escaped before she could stop it.

Rae’s trembling hand had made contact—firm, deliberate.

One palm on each cheek, spreading them gently but thoroughly, exposing her brown star without hesitation.

His hands were cold, inexperienced, shaking from either awe or terror.

She froze, face flushing hard. A mixture of heat and shame bubbled in her chest. No one had ever touched her like that, not without consequences.

But here she was.

Her heart pounded in her ears.

’I-It’s not cheating... right? Eh. It isn’t.’

Lyra clung to that thought like a lifeline, trying to convince herself that this—this utterly indecent position she was in—was somehow justified.

She hadn’t exactly calculated that spreading her cheeks and exposing her rain-kissed backdoor would be part of the pact with the gremlin, but here they were.

She felt the cool drip of condensation—or was that the cursed rain?—slide across her exposed star, sending a jolt of something very confusing straight up her spine.

"T-Two squeezes, okay? No more."

She mumbled, her voice betraying none of the fluster on her face. She kept her head down, refusing to turn around and see him.

’Is it really that good? My cheeks? Bryce never—well... he couldn’t. That was the problem, wasn’t it?’

Behind her, Rae was practically vibrating.

"Just bressing," he muttered. "No squeeze yet for Rae."

"You sneaky little—ha ha ha..."

Lyra shook her head and gave a small laugh, cheeks still puffed up and gleaming.

"Fine, enjoy it. But you’re burning through those potions like an idiot."

She closed her eyes, resigning herself to the moment. Let the little pervert have his fun. It wasn’t like anyone else could even touch her like this.

But Rae didn’t care about the potions anymore.

Because right at that exact moment, the golden ding of salvation echoed in his mind:

[Special Quest Unlocked!]

[Massage of Death – Level 1]

[Description: The half-succubus, half-vampire has endured a lifetime of unsatisfied joints, aching muscles, and lonely nights. No one’s ever dared give her a real massage. Not until now. Soothe her body and make her moan five times.]

[Reward: 20% Resistance Against Life Drain]

Rae’s eyes lit up like a gremlin who’d just discovered a bakery full of unattended pies. His fingers twitched with anticipation. Finally, a quest worth massaging for.

’Wait a minute!! Half-succubus and half-vampire? This woman?! Holy hell.’

Rae’s eyes widened.

Aren’t those both monster races? That would make her... a walking red flag in any human kingdom.

Hell, if the average churchgoer got a whiff of her lineage, they’d skip the sermon and light the pyres.

And yet, she hung out with heroes. Married one, even. The so-called protectors of humanity—the ones who were supposed to slay creatures like her—treated her like one of their own.

So they gave her a pass. But why? How?

Did they have dirt on her? Some secret that kept her leashed, a favor owed, a pact signed in blood? Maybe a collar only she could feel?

He didn’t know. And frankly, this wasn’t the time to open that dusty book of questions.

Not when her divine rear was on display like the holy grail of degeneracy.

If he brought it up now, the best-case scenario was her throwing him out. Worst case? He wouldn’t leave with his limbs still attached.

No. Best to stay quiet.

Best to roll with it.

Best to enjoy the meal in front of him.

So he did.

He pressed his tiny hands more on those forbidden mounds and spread them—like warm butter on toast—wide and reverently.

Let the gods watch. Let the system reward.

He was in.