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The goblins of this world were tiny, only four feet at the tallest. When I was in this body, she truly looked like a giant. Her big boobs were like small mountains and even that ass felt like something one would have to climb. I was like a little eleven-year-old boy ravaging a sexy eighteen-year-old babysitter. Was it weird that such thoughts only turned me on more? I kneeled next to her, reaching out with my hands.
I had always been a respectable gentleman. No, really. I didn’t violate any laws. I didn’t creep after children online. I didn’t try to molest girls on the subway, steal their panties, or set up cameras in the changing room at my local department store. I mean, I considered those things, but I was too scared of being caught. Okay, fine, I wanked off to tiny hentai, but that’s art. There was nothing wrong with that.
Either way, I had never violated any girls. True, staying in my basement didn’t afford me many opportunities to do such things, but I wasn’t a rapist or something like that. This girl wanted to kill me. She had broken into my place twice with a weapon and the intent to rob and murder me. That’s attempted murder. She’s a criminal. Case closed. I’ll await the judge’s sentence.
She chose to come in with evil purposes and then she got knocked out twice. Once, I merely took her armor, but that wasn’t enough of a deterrent. If I didn’t do something now, I’d be begging people to walk all over me. I could still kill her. If I were a proper dungeon, I’d have left her in that pit to die of starvation or even had my goblins kill her. If you thought about it, her life already belonged to me.
I was just making the best out of a shitty situation. That was all this was. If she wanted her life, then she needed to give me something in return. Gulping, I reached up and pulled the chest wrap she wore up. Her boobs flopped out of her cover, falling and separating. One boob sagged to the side, while the other remained on her chest. They were large pale melons that looked like deflated balloons. The nipples were bigger than I expected, and the color blended into the areola where I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I could smell a fragrant scent of skin, sweat, and perfume. However, it wasn’t the perfume you bought in a store, but a sort of natural smell of a woman.
I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out. My hands ran over mounds of soft flesh, heavy and firm. Their large size bulged out of my hands, the skin like warm silk, soft, toned, and full flesh, firm tissue, jiggling like gelatin yet soft to the touch. Her soft breasts still had a heavy firmness to them. I squeezed a nipple, delighted to see it harden under my touch. I could stop kneading them, my fingers digging into the flesh, pushing, rubbing, squeezing the tissue.
“Nn…” She moaned.
I was incensed, I jumped on top of her and began playing with her breasts in earnest. I grabbed a hold of her right breast and held it up, marveling at its weight. Then I brought my mouth down and licked around the nipple, kissing, nibbling, and biting her. Her nipple grew as hard as a rock, the flesh swelling with desire, the areola becoming puffy and red. Her other breast was not ignored, as my left hand reached over and groped the neglected breast, feeling the tissue squish under my grip. It was only when her nipple was as hard as it could be that I finally latched onto her, suckling on the breast. My mouth closed, and the flesh was pressed to my face.
Was this what it was like when I sucked my mom’s titty? I couldn’t even remember back then. I didn’t have some weird mom fetish. Every man wanted to suck on women’s tits. If her milkbags delivered a little sweet white stuff in the process, I wouldn’t complain. Unfortunately, no matter how much I sucked, nothing came out. As I played with her, She whimpered and groaned, but didn’t open her eyes. It was almost like she was afraid to wake up. I wasn’t complaining though.
That was when I began to notice an aroma. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was in the body of a goblin, but not only could I see perfectly in the low lighting, but I also seemed I could smell well. It was a feminine musk, a thick, humid aroma that began to fill the air. It was like honeyed nectar, and it seemed to permeate the air.
I didn’t need to follow the scent long before my eyes landed on her crotch. She was protected by an undergarment not unlike a loincloth. I gulped deeply, reaching down and pulling it away. That’s when I saw her green pubic hair, and emerging from that forest was a glistening and shiny outline of pussy lips. Its soft folds resembled a richly pink flower. I walked to spread open those pedals and take a whiff.
She was wet. She was getting off to having her tits played with? My left hand was busy fondling her left tit, while my right hand slid down her body and cupped her wet crotch.
Her pussy was hot, the moisture soaking into my hand and making it sticky. I ran my hand up and down her wet cunt, my fingers sliding into the fleshy slit, feeling the lips slide against my hand.
She was sleeping, but I could feel her hips rise to meet my hand. Her breathing became a little more ragged, her chest heaving, her back arching as she let out a low moan. Her hips were rocking back and forth, her eyes shut tight. I knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
“Ahhh… fuuuuuuuuuck!”
I erupted. My body spasmed. The intense pleasure of her body in my hands was too much stimulation and the next thing I knew I was cumming. Little oily spurts of white shot out of my penis. They ended up landing on her stomach and bottom of her boobs based on her positioning. I spasmed several times as I released my load, willing myself to continue to molest her, but the sensation was too much and I collapsed.
“Mmm…hmm…” Before I could even recover, she started to move, making noises like she was about to wake up.
Fuck! I fled my body, then ordered the goblin to also flee back to his second-floor home. After a moment, I remembered that in spectator mode, she couldn’t see me, so I returned. By that point, her eyes fluttered open. Her cheeks were still a bit red, and her lips were hot from breathing hard. As she stretched, her hands went up her body.
“Hmm?”
First, she noticed the liquid on her stomach. She touched it, a confused look on her face. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Then, to my shock, she licked her finger. It was then she looked down to notice her boobs sticking out and her loincloth noticeably shoved to the side. She frowned but didn’t say anything. She got back up, dusting herself off. When her hands landed on the liquid on her stomach, she looked both ways and then just rubbed it until it was spread over her entire stomach and dried to the point it couldn’t be seen. She sniffed her hands one more time, and a slight smile formed on her lips.
The smile slipped as she touched her body again, seemingly realizing she had lost her armor. She looked around in a panic, but once again, all she could find was her backpack. Shaking slightly, she grabbed it. She looked around one last time and then fled.
I let out a breath when she was finally out of my sight. I felt both relieved and a bit regretful. I had cum prematurely. It was the fear every virgin man had most. No, it wasn’t my fault. It was that stupid goblin. Eh, whatever, it was probably for the best. She was waking up. If I had still been touching her when she woke up, who knew what she would do?
I counted the points I had earned. She had woken up quicker this time, so I had only landed a few hundred points. That said, I had been steadily earning points for a while. The only reason I wasn’t spending them was because I wanted to see what other stuff unlocked at the higher levels. I had already spent points before I fully looked through the library, so I only had an idea of what things cost up to 3,000 points. At 3,000 points, I could get a Rank F Steel Sword, a puzzle room, or an orc. That felt like a lot of points for very little gain. None of those were enough to save me when the C-rank came.
While it took two weeks between the first time she came and the second time, I was shocked to find her showing up for a third time. I thought she would have been scared away by now. Part of me was secretly excited though. This time, I would punish her properly.
She was wearing a new set of armor, but this set was the worst. The first set looked like it had been made for her. The second set looked like it had been made for a man, she had said her father. This set looked like beat-up trash. There wasn’t even a helmet to protect her head. The pieces that were there were mismatched and covered in dents and scratches. It was hard to say if it even had the integrity to protect her in a fight.
Her weapon was even worse. It was a wooden cudgel. It had just enough work done on it that I could tell it was a deliberate weapon and not just something she picked up in the forest. In that case, it had a narrow bottom and a wide top. There was a large bulb on the top that looked heavy. It was like a baseball bat with a tumor growing on the end.
She kneeled and prayed once again. “I had to beg the guild to borrow the armor they put on the practice dummy. They expect it returned in one piece. Please, great goddess, don’t let me lose this armor. They say that someone can only succeed after experiencing adversity. If that is the case, then please let me succeed now.”
With that, she stood and reentered the dungeon. I watched her as she came to the first trap. She managed to pass both of them this time.
“Oh, she passed that one too.” I leaned forward, a bit worried.
I had grown complacent because of her previous fumbles, but what if she did end up reaching the fifth level? Wouldn’t I be doomed? The first floor was only pitfalls, and she seemed to have mastered them. Rather, she had a device in her hand and she was using it to tell where they were. That reminded me of that other group. They were able to tell how many levels, how many monsters, and how much treasure my dungeon had without even entering it. With tools like these, wasn’t it unfair for me?
Either way, she passed the first level and headed down to the second. This was the goblin level. I took a breath and then entered spectator mode. I couldn’t just watch from up there. I was really worried. My only shot was to bum-rush her to catch her off guard. I let her walk about halfway down the level, and then I sent seven goblins at her. They were led by one goblin holding a sword.
“My armor!” She cried out as she saw the goblins coming, her eyes narrowing angrily.
She swung down with her cudgel, but the goblin blocked it. He was shoved back, slamming into the goblins behind them, causing them to tumble like dominos. What were these idiots doing? The goblins were garbage. I had no choice. I immediately took over the final goblin. I had placed something called an alcove, which was a little side room that was hard to see. It cost 1,000 points, but with a goblin hidden inside, she had passed without seeing it.
The goblin inside was the one with the staff. I ran him up behind her while she was beating down the goblins in front of her. I lifted my staff. At that moment, she spun around, causing me to panic. I was slow bringing down the staff, and she caught it in her hand. I thought this girl was clumsy, but wasn’t she surprisingly good at fighting? My goblins weren’t able to fight her at all.
While holding the staff with one hand, she swung her cudgel with the other. The side of my head was struck, creating a sickening crunch. I let out a cry, breathing deeply as the goblin I was in fell to the ground dead. I felt that too. I felt myself dying. Such a thing scared the hell out of me. I would have pissed and shit myself if I was a person. Perhaps, the goblin did as he died.
She turned back with the staff in her hand. “Give me back my armor!”
The goblins tried to back up, but she immediately snatched the one wearing her helmet and picked it up. It kicked helplessly as she sneered at it. Although I had traps on levels three and four, the feeling of dying caused me to lose all confidence. If she made it to the bottom, I would die. I had to stop her.
With a roar, I jumped into the goblin she had picked up. She was reaching up to rip off his helmet. With all of the strength I could muster, I forced myself. Her grip slipped, and I part fell, and part lunged. My helmeted head slammed into her head. With a thud, she fell back onto the ground, as did a dizzy goblin. I had fled as soon as we made contact so I didn’t have to feel pain. Looking over at the heroine warily, I let out a sigh of relief. She was knocked out again.
That was close. Too close. As the panic and relief finally began to dissipate, my expression darkened. It was time for her punishment, and this time it was personal!
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