NOVEL NEXT Chapter 136: Time for some action!
Melissa's body convulsed.
Her back arched, her thighs clamped down on Rae's skull like iron bands, and her muffled cry escaped before she could swallow it.
Her kitty gushed, flooding Rae's mouth with her helpless release.
'No. No no no. Not now. Not again.'
Her nails dug into the dirt, her face buried against her arm as wave after wave broke through her body.
She couldn't stop it, couldn't control it. The teasing, the licking, the danger, it all crashed into her at once and drowned her.
By the time her body finally loosened, she was trembling, chest heaving, sweat-soaked. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus.
And then she realized.
The goblins were gone. Their steps had vanished toward the other side of the ruin. She was safe.
She didn't think. She didn't hesitate. Melissa scrambled to her feet, her legs barely holding steady, and bolted.
She didn't even glance back at Rae, who lay beneath her, face wet and shining with her essence, looking far too smug for someone nearly suffocated to death.
She just ran. Out of sight. Away from him. Away from the shame that clung to her like a second skin.
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Melissa didn't know why she ran away from him, maybe deep down she did, but what she didn't know was that she had zero clue on how to enter this so-called super secret goblin bunker.
So imagine her shock when the ground hissed, and a hidden stone door popped open like a horny clam at low tide.
It moved fast too, swinging wide as if it had been waiting just for her. She flinched for a second, heart in her throat, then bolted inside without a second thought.
The stone door slammed shut behind her, sealing her in.
'What the fuck. That bitch.'
Rae sat up from the dirt, face shiny and dripping with her leftover rain. He wasn't exactly wiping off sweat either.
He swiped his cheek with his thumb, looked at the mess, and licked it with a grin that was way too satisfied.
"She just left me. Me. Alone. With two dumb goblins. After using my poor face like her personal throne."
He stood up, dusted his clothes, juices still clinging stubbornly to his jaw.
'Man, I need to punish her more for this betrayal. Let her choke next time. Yeah. See if she runs then.'
The air carried the sound of goblin grunts nearby, their guttural voices echoing in the ruin.
But Rae didn't flinch. Didn't sweat. Why should he. He was level forty, a whole walking massacre in human skin, and these idiots barely crawled around level twenty. T
hey were less of a threat and more like free XP waiting to get farmed.
Still, like Melissa, Rae had zero intention of turning this mission into a circus show. Quiet, clean, no problems at all. That was the plan.
'Well, if push comes to shove, I will just snap their necks.'
Rae thought that line with such confidence, like he'd been breaking bones since childhood.
Reality check, the guy never snapped so much as a chicken's leg in his life. But here he was, chest puffed out, sure he could do it.
Forget snapping necks, Rae didn't even know the basics of what he could pull off with his shiny level forty badge.
Like, could he fly if he wanted to. Could he shoot fireballs out of his ass. Could he turn invisible and spy on Melissa in the bath. Nobody told him the damn rulebook.
'Man, am I stupid or something.'
Nope. Just horny. Horny to the point his brain cells packed up and left long ago, leaving behind one single neuron dedicated entirely to plotting lewd shit with Melissa and maybe the next unlucky girl that came close enough.
'Well, those goblins are arguing on the other side, this is my chance.'
And argue they did. The two little green bastards were bickering like drunk uncles at a wedding, still stuck on whether someone was there or not.
One swore on his grandmother's saggy tits he saw a shadow. The other just called him a dumbass and waved it off.
Perfect cover for Rae. He could have run. He could have vanished. But no.
He strolled. Not ran. Strolled like he owned the place, walking toward that fat boulder like it was a catwalk. His shoes crunching softly over gravel while the goblins argued like idiots.
'Damn, control your horniness, Rae. You should try to use your power.'
Good advice. Sound advice. Totally ignored advice.
Because the real question was, what power. What button to press. What switch to flip.
He touched the boulder, palm flat against its rough surface. It hummed faintly under his hand, as if daring him to try something stupid.
'Alright Rae, now's your time. Either blow this shit up with magic… or just look like a jackass rubbing a rock.'
He walked over to the boulder, not running, walked over like he had all the time in the world.
The stupid goblins were still in their heated debate, the second one once again swearing on his ugly green momma that there was someone lurking nearby.
'Is he stupid or is he just hyper aware.'
Rae yawned, scratching his jaw, the secret door sliding open with that smug hiss of metal on stone.
He was seconds from stepping through, imagining Melissa's pretty ass running from him inside, when fate decided to smack him in the balls.
A fat tree branch came crashing down right next to the boulder, slamming into the dirt like the heavens themselves decided to troll him.
Rae's cocky little strut vanished as he hopped back like a scared cat. His face twisted. He had been too damn smug, too damn confident, thinking this scene was just gonna let him waltz in without drama.
"What the fuck was that!"
His voice cracked like he was a teenager again. Smooth. Real smooth.
The goblins, of course, weren't gonna ignore a tree falling from the sky. Both of them came waddling over, weapons in hand, ears twitching.
And what do they find.
What they saw was a smaller goblin standing right at the mouth of the boulder's hidden door, the stone parted wide open behind him.
Poor bastard looked like he just saw his goblin ancestors moonwalking in front of him.
His eyes bugged, his little chest heaving like his heart tried to jailbreak straight out of his ribs.
The two bigger goblins froze. Looked at the shattered tree branch. Looked back at the tiny goblin.
One scratched his head. The other squinted like the scene made his brain hurt.
'I guess it's time to understand what all of the Levels could do.'
Rae was fully ready to commit a crime here, and not the kind that got you slapped on the wrist.
No, he was about to go full caveman on some poor bastard. He had no idea what magical power a level forty was supposed to have.
Could be fireballs, could be teleportation, could be sprouting wings out of his green ass. He didn't know.
What he did know was simple.
Level forty meant raw muscle stacked on raw muscle. It meant his punches carried more weight, more thud, more delicious crunch.
A casual kick could send a goblin's skull rolling across the dirt like a soccer ball at recess.
Obviously, this level of stupidity didn't come from him alone. This was goblin brain rot. Transmigrated into one, infected with their cheap little memories, Rae had inherited the dumb too.
Goblins didn't give a shit about magic. Goblins only cared about rutting like horny dogs, day and night. Of course they never bothered to figure out how the actual magic system worked in this world.
And why would they?
They lived like pigs in a pen, tightly packed together in some sorry excuse of a village, fucking themselves into exhaustion with no outside contact, no knowledge, no ambition beyond the next wet hole.
'Goddamn, no wonder these bastards never make it past level twenty. Their heads are stuffed with breeding juice instead of brains.'
The only way for goblins to level up was ugly. They didn't train, they didn't meditate, they didn't grind quests like proper heroes.
No, goblins stole their power. For generations they had abducted humans, bled them of their darkness, squeezed it out drop by drop, then fed it all into one chosen goblin.
That fat lucky bastard became the goblin king while the rest kept fucking in the mud and dying in holes.
Rae cracked his neck, feeling the tight coil of strength in his body. He was different. He wasn't gonna die some useless virgin goblin humping mud.
No, he was going to test what level forty really meant, even if it meant breaking a few skulls, maybe breaking a few beds, and if luck allowed, breaking Melissa's patience wide open.
Rae took a deep breath, letting the thought sink in. Power. Whatever the hell it was in this world. For the first time, he actually felt it running through his entire body.
Not like the meridian points from those cultivation novels he wasted his youth on, not like some glittery mana core that western fantasy novels jerked off to.
No, this was different.
'Time to put this body to work. Fuck magic. I'll figure that out later. First I'll punch something, then I'll fuck something.'