The Invisible Goblin’s Netori Tales: Breeding Wives and MILFs Unseen
[WARNING!!!]
[Heavy 18+ Content!!!!]
Skarn had been just an ordinary man once—scrolling through late-night screens, chasing the quiet rhythm of a normal life. Then fate, cruel and capricious, snuffed him out and shoved his soul into the frail, green-skinned shell of a goblin.
The body was small, crooked, despised. Worse still, it came cursed: an insatiable, animal lust carved straight into the marrow, a constant low burn that no human mind could ever fully tame. Every scent, every curve, every careless brush of skin set it raging, insistent, humiliating.
But the mockery didn't end there.
In the dead of night, as the last echoes of forbidden sounds faded from the master's hut, a crystalline ding sliced through the haze.
[Congratulations on awakening the Invisible Breeding God System.]
The name alone was absurd, almost laughable—yet the knowledge that flooded his skull was cold, merciless, glittering. Invisibility: perfect, traceless, erasing sound and scent and soul-presence alike. Ten minutes under normal conditions. Thirty-minute cooldown.
And then the catch—the barbed promise at the heart of it all.
Power. Real power. Stats that would rise, limits that would shatter. But only through breeding. Only while unseen. Each concealed union fed the system; the system fed him back. Unlimited duration, no cooldown, as long as he was buried deep inside willing—or unwilling—flesh.
Now trapped in this ugly, hated form, no woman would ever look at him with desire. No kindness would bend his way. Survival already meant hauling water, scrubbing floors, enduring the forge's heat under a blacksmith master's heavy hand.
And yet right there, in the same quiet household, lived Madam Sarah: soft curves, warm smiles, maternal affection that ruffled his coarse hair without a trace of revulsion. A beautiful MILF who called him "my Skarn," who shielded him with steel-edged protectiveness, who moved through the yard with effortless grace and left him aching, twitching, hating himself for every filthy thought that followed.
The system dangled freedom like a blade held just out of reach. Reject it, and he could cling to the frayed threads of his human decency—stay small, stay safe, stay sane.
Give in, and the first shadowed act might claim the one woman who had ever shown him gentleness.
The night held its breath. The choice coiled tight behind his ribs.
What would break first: the collar around his neck, or the last scraps of restraint in his mind?
[Tags: R18, Mature, Smut, Heavy Smut, Netori, Breeding, Impregnation, MILF, Harem, System, Invisibility, Stealth Sex, Goblin MC, Isekai, Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Taboo, Large Breasts, Creampie, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dark Fantasy, No NTR (Only Netori), Yuri (Only in MCs presence), Explicit Sexual Content, Fetish Elements]
Disclaimer: Slow-paced
