Chapter 3: Gugu Gaga Monster!

His eyes were trained on that bead of sweat like it was the last droplet of holy water in a desert cathedral. It slithered down her collarbone with sinful grace, then took a seductive left turn, rolling down the curve of a breast that looked like it had been handcrafted by angels drunk on lust and dairy products. And perched at its summit like a greedy little monster was the gugu gaga monster. Mouth wide open. Suckling like its life depended on draining every drop of divine nectar. Rae's soul cried. 'That could've been me, dammit!' The whole scene was a damn movie. No—a documentary narrated by the gods of lust and pain. Her breasts—dear gods—weren't absurdly huge, but they had weight. The kind of weight that could knock out a man with a single bounce. Rae was convinced that if one of them landed on his face, it would knock him into the afterlife for real this time—death by titty avalanche. "Oh dear baby, mommy's sweating like crazy," she cooed, wiping her brow with a pout. "Ah, it's because this uncle is absent from the kitchen and all the kitchen duty is on mommy's shoulders." 'UNCLE?! ME?! THE HELL?!' Rae nearly flinched. He was getting called "uncle" in this fantasy? He didn't know whether to cry or rage. This was goblin purgatory. And then it happened. Blasphemy incarnate. "Here, let mommy wipe out her dirty sweat before you drink it." She lifted her dainty, lotion-scented fingers and casually wiped the sacred sweat drop away—like it was filth. Rae's soul fractured. His fists clenched the sheets under him. He wanted to leap up and protest. 'Nooo! That wasn't sweat! That was holy water! That was Eau de MILF!' But he held it in. Because goblin or not, Rae was patient. Opportunity didn't knock—it moaned softly in another room and sometimes leaked milk. And he would wait. Oh yes, he would wait. Because one day, those divine hills would bounce for him. And not even the gugu gaga monster could stop that destiny. "Ah~ Let mommy heal this poor little uncle, so we can go back home, okay baby? Chu~" She puckered up and gave the baby a kiss that could melt butter, then turned her gaze toward the pitiful green goblin crumpled on the bed like a discarded sock puppet. Rae's eyes snapped shut faster than a teenager caught watching something educational after midnight. She raised her hand like a goddess preparing a divine miracle, and gently pressed it against Rae's bony little goblin chest. Instant reaction: BONK. His goblinwood stood at full mast, betraying every ounce of composure he'd been pretending to have. And then—bam! A warm golden light bloomed from her palm, like she was injecting him with a sunshine smoothie. Rae felt like he'd been dipped in a hot tub filled with warm pudding and angel tears. 'This... this is heaven. This is real fucking magic. Screw Harry Potter, this is titty-tier sorcery.' All the pain he hadn't even noticed before? Gone. Like exes from your life after a lottery win. His body relaxed, his mind unclenched, and a wave of peace rolled over him like a lullaby whispered by soft thighs. 'If just her hands feel like this... just imagine getting the full-course meal. Lord have mercy.' His tongue itched to lick his lips, but he kept still. Patience. Let the scene unfold. "Ah~ Look baby, uncle's all healed now! Mommy's amazing, right?" She giggled like a proud chef presenting a freshly baked pie, and pinched her baby's cheeks. The baby, clearly in goblin Rae's camp of chaos, smiled like a little gremlin and suddenly chomped down on her nipple like it owed him rent. "AHH~!" She moaned, hips twitching slightly from the sensitivity. Rae nearly flatlined from pure arousal. His goblin pecker was saluting the heavens like it was trying to pray its way out of this green body. He bit down on his tongue so hard, he almost gave himself a tongue piercing just to stop a moan from escaping. 'I have to do this... I have to finish this damn quest... even if it kills me—with a boner.' "Naughty baby. If you keep doing that kind of thing when uncle's nearby, mommy'll have to punish you. We're only doing this 'cause uncle's asleep, okay? Otherwise, baby would have to wait until we're back home." She gently stood, and Rae could feel the shift in the mattress like a change in gravity. He held his breath, eyes still shut, playing dead like a possum with a PhD in survival. "Come on, let's go outside. No more drinks till we get home, alright? Let's go, let's go~" She sang in a sugary hum, dancing around like she was the lead in a wholesome musical... if the musical was about seductively lactating MILFs. The baby, of course, had one-track-mind energy and went in for another sneak-attack latch. But she spun just in time, making her breasts bounce like guilty marshmallows dodging judgment. Rae couldn't take it anymore. He cracked open one eye like a cartoon villain about to plot. And instantly—BOOM. Hypnotizing globes, jiggling away. A goddess in a simple robe, and yet somehow, that robe was a war crime against lonely goblins everywhere. The fabric swayed with her movements, clinging in the right places, teasing in the others. It didn't hide her wide hips—it celebrated them like a trophy wife walking down a catwalk made of sin. He was awe-struck. Fully struck. Absolutely annihilated by her heavenly proportions. Was it from childbirth? Was it just natural genetics? Rae didn't know, and frankly, he didn't give a flying fuck in a windstorm. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Rae pounced like a starving wolf who just spotted a buffet of divine ass. The first thing he did? Nose-dive.Right into the exact spot where she'd been sitting. Two perfect cheek prints molded into the straw bed like royalty had just graced a throne. His goblin snout sank into the holy dents and— SNNNNIIIIFFFFF~ He inhaled with the passion of a wine connoisseur sampling a vintage 2040 Bordeaux. His eyes fluttered shut. To him, that scent wasn't just aroma—it was Nirvana, bottled and served fresh off divine hips. "I... I must complete this quest." He whispered like a man on a pilgrimage. His tiny goblin heart thumped like a tribal drum under a full moon. Ba-dump... ba-dump... Then—DING! A familiar chime echoed in his head, and a new system message blinked into view. [Second Quest Unlocked!] [Side Quest: Milk Inspector - Level 1] [Objective: Touch a lactating breast] [Progress: 0/1] [Reward: 100 Lust points (first time bonus!)] Rae's eyes widened like a perv at a beach party, then a slow, wicked smile curled across his green little face.