From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 36: Dangerous Muscle Mommy!

After Bryce's barked command, the mood shifted faster than a bard dodging his tab.

The laughter died, smiles faded, and everyone suddenly remembered why they were actually here: a mission. A serious one.

The kind of mission they should've completed months ago, before the screw-up, before the false glory, before the kingdom handed them shiny titles like "heroes" and conveniently ignored the fact they'd let the Big Bad waltz away whistling.

But of course, not everyone was haunted by the past.

Take Lyra, for instance.

While the others shifted into formation with grim determination, she was snickering and walking towards Rae, who was still awkwardly clinging to the saddle like a drunk toddler on a mechanical bull.

He sniffed and turned his head, avoiding her gaze like her eyes were tax collectors and her thighs were divine judgment.

His pulse quickened.

What if she knew?

What if she sensed the truth?

The spell that bound his soul to the original Rae was broken.

She couldn't possibly know... right?

'What does she even want from me?'

He thought nervously, shifting his grip and trying to look heroic instead of hilariously unbalanced.

Then came her voice.

"Don't think nobody saw what you did, little Rae."

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"M-Madame!"

He squeaked, bowing his head so fast he nearly headbutted the saddle.

He tried to act like he hadn't heard a thing, like his goblin ears were filled with wax and wishful thinking.

'Dammit, what's she talking about? Did she see me do it? The horse thing? The finger—OH NO.'

He kept his head bowed and prayed to whatever gods were listening that Lyra didn't announce his crimes to the whole forest. Or worse—Celeste. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Don't change the subject. I saw you. Finger, horse's behind—bold move, little man. Should I tell Alex? Or... Celeste?"

She giggled, a low, dangerous sound, her black eyes locking onto his with a mix of innocence and mischief that made Rae gulp hard enough to swallow his courage.

"N-No, no, I..."

"You what?"

She asked, planting her hands on her hips like a schoolteacher catching a student drawing dicks in his notebook.

Rae puffed up, arms crossed defiantly.

"He pissed Rae off... So Rae took rebenge."

He smirked, like he'd just solved politics or figured out how to untangle earphones.

"Ohhh..."

Lyra raised her eyebrows. For a heartbeat, he thought she was impressed. He basked in it for all of half a second.

Then she tilted her head and dropped the hammer.

"You've got a sense of revenge. That's not good. Did Celeste's soul spell break?"

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Rae froze. A shiver ran down his spine so fast it almost rewired his goblin nervous system.

'The fuck?! Shit! SHIT! She knows! She totally knows! This woman is a mind-reading muscle demon in disguise!'

Underneath all that playfulness and hotness, Rae realized—this woman was dangerous.

But then Lyra chuckled, waving him off like he was a scared puppy.

"Relax, bozo. I'm just messing with you. I know how you gobbos are. I've got two at home. Heck, if you count my husband on bad days, that's three."

She threw her head back and laughed at her own joke, and Rae couldn't help but giggle along even if half of it was relief.

He liked her. He liked her laugh. And he really liked the way her boobies jiggled with every shake of her shoulders under her chest plate.

"Anyway," she said, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up, "if you've got more pranks up those grubby sleeves, let me know. I'll tag in. Deal?"

"Ogay!"

He chirped, mimicking her thumbs-up with the enthusiasm of a goblin who just found a gold coin and a dirty magazine in the same bush.

Yup. He really liked this woman.

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After that, Alex climbed back onto his horse like the world owed him a medal, and the group continued their trek into the forest.

As usual, the only one talking and laughing like they were on a vacation instead of a potentially deadly journey was Lyra.

Her goblin was a chubby little gremlin with a permanent scowl, like someone just told him carbs were illegal.

Lyra roasted him every chance she got, calling him names like "potato nugget" and "grumpkin," but she still treated him like a spoiled pet.

Honestly, every other person in the group treated their goblin with some level of care... except Alex.

That bastard treated his goblin like unpaid labor. If abuse were a martial art, Alex would already be in the Heavenly Grandmaster Realm.

Even the creepy bastard Adrian, whose goblin looked like a starving stick insect with anxiety issues, somehow had a joyful sidekick.

No way that cheerful gremlin was getting neglected, which made Alex's behavior stand out even more like a rash in a hot spring.

And then there was Celeste's goblin. A girl, sharp-eyed and way too aware.

She wasn't just alive, she was thinking.

Her gaze swept the terrain like a scout with military training, and even though she hadn't said a word, it was painfully obvious—this goblin was different. Smarter. Dangerous, maybe.

Once, she looked straight at him.

He smiled out of habit, because what else do you do when someone stares at you? and she snapped her head away so fast, you'd think he just farted truth.

Yeah. He didn't like her. Not one bit.

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After about an hour of riding through trees so dense they looked like they were plotting something, the group stopped near a cluster of old tents.

These weren't just any raggedy shelters—they were left by the heroes themselves as a sort of checkpoint slash rest stop.

According to them, everything up to this point in the forest was "safe"—a word that usually precedes something wildly unsafe in every fantasy story ever.

Celeste and Adrian didn't take chances, though. The moment they stopped, both of them cast barrier spells around the area, layering it like magical bubble wrap.

Nothing could get in unless it was stronger than them—and if it was, well... good luck to everyone inside.

The group dismounted, dumped their packs inside the tents like they were checking into a very sketchy hotel, grabbed some water, a few snacks, and their trusty weapons, then jumped back on their horses like seasoned adventurers on a lunch break.

"Don't go outside the protective shield. We'll be back before sunset. Start cooking something for us, alright?"

Celeste's voice was crisp, commanding, and aimed mostly at her goblin—but she looked around at all the others too.

Her gaze swept across the group, pausing ever-so-slightly on Rae, which he definitely noticed. It felt like she was scanning his soul. He promptly avoided eye contact like a guilty puppy.

"Yes, madam."

The response came from his side, smooth and clear.

Rae blinked.

Wait, what?

It was Celeste's goblin. She'd spoken. And not in squeaks or weird gibberish either—her words were articulate, polite, and sharp enough to cut through stone.

Rae's brain rifled through its memories like a panicked secretary—had she ever talked before?

Nope.

She usually stayed zipped up inside Celeste's tent like a mysterious pet no one was allowed to meet.

'She's smart... way too smart.'

He frowned slightly, watching the girl-goblin retreat into the tent. Something about her made his instincts itch.

Then the heroes were gone—off to hunt, scout, or whatever it is overpowered people do when they leave their NPCs behind.

Lyra, naturally, couldn't resist adding her usual flair. As she rode past, she shot Rae a playful wink and blew him a kiss.

His cheeks flushed like a tomato in mating season.

When they finally disappeared into the forest, Rae let out a long sigh and turned to face the goblins.

This... this was going to be a disaster.

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What do you think about the Muscle Mommy? Will she be a bitch? Or will she be a good gurl?