John lay sprawled on the makeshift bed of piled furs and ragged blankets inside the dim goblin hut, chest still heaving from the intense session.
The buty goblin woman was curled up against his side, her massive green tits squished softly against his arm, one thick thigh draped lazly over his leg as she snoozed peacefully. Her breathing was slow and content, occasional little satisfied sighs escaping her lips, the heavy musk of sex, sweat, and goblin still thick in the warm air.
John stared at the thatched roof above, a stupid, blissful grin plastered across his face. He had done it. He had finally lost his virginity in this new world, buried deep inside real, hot, eager pussy. The memory of her tight walls clenching around him, her loud moans, the way her belly bulged with every thrust, replayed in his mind on loop. Life was good. Life was really, really good.
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An hour later, deep within the sprawling headquarters, Marrianetta hummed a cheerful little tune to herself at her workbench, her black bobcut swaying gently as she worked on some intricate device with precise, elegant fingers.
"Hmm hmm hmm~ La la la~" The soft, melodic humming filled the chamber, light and almost playful, contrasting sharply with the filthy scene happening just a few feet away on the large table.
Lui and Elrin were tangled together in a heated make-out session, lips locked, tongues sliding wetly against each other with sloppy, passionate sounds. "Mmmph… mghhh~"
Elrin moaned into the kiss, his voice muffled and needy as Lui's fingers pumped steadily in and out of his still-slick, cum-leaking ass. The wet squelching noises were loud and obscene—schlick, schlick, schlick— mixed with the constant wet smacks of their kissing and Elrin's breathy whimpers. "Mghmm~ Yes… deeper, fox~ Mmmphhh! " Elrin gasped when they briefly broke for air, only for Lui to pull him back into another hungry kiss, tongues dancing messily. Lui's fingers curled inside him, stroking that sensitive spot and drawing out more desperate, vibrating moans. "Ahhn~ Mmmghhh! Like that—mghmm~!" The table creaked under their weight, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the constant soundtrack of wet flesh, moaning, and Marrianetta's pleasant humming in the background. "Hmm hmm~ La la la la~" She never missed a note, occasionally glancing over with a small, satisfied smile as she worked.
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Back in the goblin village, the busty goblin stirred awake after a while, stretching languidly like a satisfied cat. Her heavy breasts jiggled with the movement as she propped herself up on one elbow, yellow eyes sparkling as she looked at John. "Hehe~ Did you like my services, big Gob? Was my tight goblin cunt good for you?" she asked, voice still raspy from all the moaning earlier, a cheeky grin on her sharp-toothed face.
John blushed, nodding quickly. "Y-yeah… it was amazing. Best thing ever."
She giggled, the sound high and delighted. "Hehehe~ Good! You got enough cum left for one more round? My pussy still hungry for that fat cock~"
John shook his head regretfully, cheeks burning hotter. "Unfortunately no… I'm completely spent. You drained me dry."
The goblin pouted cutely, sticking her lower lip out. "Aww… too bad. Come back anytime you want to fuck me again, okay? I give you special discount forever. Just ask for me~"
John stuttered, blushing furiously as he started pulling on his clothes. "Y-yeah… I will. Definitely." He dressed quickly, still nervous and awkward, then gave her a shy wave before slipping out of the hut. The moment he was clear of the doorway and out in the open village air, relief and pure joy exploded through him.
He did a ridiculous little victory dance right there in the muddy path, pumping his fists and singing in a silly, off-key voice.
"I just, I just lost… MY VIRGINIIIIIIIITY! I just, I just lost my… VIRGINIIIITY!" he sang over and over, hopping from foot to foot, twirling awkwardly with pure otaku glee.
"I just, I just lost my VIRGINITY! Finally got some goblin puuuu—!"
He froze mid-spin when he noticed every goblin in the immediate area had stopped what they were doing to stare at him like he was a complete creep. Fights paused, orgies slowed, merchants lowered their shineys, and dozens of yellow eyes fixed on the tall, handsome green mercenary dancing and singing about losing his virginity in the middle of the street. John's song died in his throat. He slowly straightened up, cleared his throat, adjusted his armor with as much dignity as he could muster, and continued walking forward like nothing had happened, face burning with embarrassment.
He wandered a bit further through the chaotic village, trying to play it cool, when something caught his attention in a narrow, shadowed alley between two leaning huts. Raised voices and struggling sounds drifted out. John's sharp ears picked up a female goblin's desperate shouts.
"Leave me alone! Get off! I said no!"
John grinned, not because a goblin woman was about to be raped—that part made his stomach twist with disgust—but because this gave him the perfect moral excuse to unleash some violence. He could play the hero, test his new powers, and maybe earn some reputation points with the locals. He strolled casually into the alley, shoulders squared.
Three bigger, burly goblins had a smaller female pinned against the wall. One was already tugging at her ragged clothes, another groping her roughly while the third laughed crudely. The female goblin struggled hard, kicking and clawing. "Stop it! Get your filthy hands off me! Help!"
John tapped the nearest big goblin on the shoulder. "Oi, buddy."
The brute turned around with a snarl. "What the fuck your problem? You want to fuckin' di—"
Before he could finish the sentence, John activated his Threads skill. Ultra-thin, razor-sharp silk threads whipped out from his fingertips in a blur. One clean, precise slash later, the goblin's head tumbled off his shoulders, blood spraying in a hot arc across the alley walls. The other two panicked instantly, eyes wide with terror as they tried to run.
"Shit! Monster!"
John didn't let them get far. More threads lashed out like living wires, slicing through necks with surgical efficiency. Two more heads rolled, bodies collapsing in twitching heaps as thick sprays of goblin blood painted the alley red. Warm droplets hit John's face, entered his eyes, and soaked into his nice new armor and clothes. He blinked rapidly, spitting and wiping at his face.
"Shit! That's gross!" he complained, trying to clean the sticky blood off his hands and eyes, the metallic scent filling his nostrils. The female goblin, now free, stared at him in pure terror. She scrambled backward, then lunged forward and bit his hand hard before bolting out of the alley like her life depended on it.
"Ow! Fuck!" John hissed, shaking his bitten hand. The bite stung sharply, throbbing with pain. He sighed heavily, blowing on the wound as he turned and exited the alley, still wiping blood from his face and clothes. What a mess. So much for a heroic first impression.
The village continued its chaotic rhythm around him, completely unaware of the small act of violence that had just unfolded in the shadows, while John nursed his bitten hand and tried to process the whirlwind of his very first day as a hot goblin mercenary. The new life kept delivering surprises, one bloody, sexy, or embarrassing moment at a time.