CHAPTER 106: ANOTHER MASSAGE SESSION!

"I think I too can level up."

Celeste’s words were calm but carried the same intensity as a queen declaring war.

"So here’s the thing. One week. I’ll give you all one week to prepare."

"After that, we attack. And if we get defeated... then we go crawling back to the kingdom with our tails between our legs."

Her gaze moved across the group like a school teacher daring someone to question her test grading policy. No one did.

Except.

"B-but what if he attacks before that?"

Adrian squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes danced anywhere but in the direction of the Goblin King, who was, rather unhelpfully, biting his lower lip and looking like he was five seconds away from bursting into cackles.

Celeste didn’t flinch.

"Don’t worry about that. Leave that to me. I will make sure he won’t attack."

Rae, on the other hand, had to stuff half his fist into his mouth to stop the laughter that was bubbling up inside.

Everything was going according to his plan.

...

"Is that all you want?"

"Yeah, Alice... just this. I don’t want to weigh you down while things are... tense."

"You’re not a burden, Lyra. You know I can whip up these liquid lifesavers in my sleep, right?"

"I know. But I just need five for tonight. That’s all."

Evening had just fallen when Lyra showed up at Alice’s tent, all serious and mysterious, asking for health potions.

Not for a battle. Not for healing wounds.

No, she needed them for a massage.

Because, apparently, she was about to get Rae for another massage session.

Naturally, Alice had been ready to give her an entire cauldron’s worth. But Lyra refused anything beyond five.

"It’s for Rae’s health," she’d said.

Alice barely managed to keep a straight face.

For his health?

If Rae got zapped mid-massage and turned into a fried sausage, who would mourn him more than her?

Sure, brewing health potions took time and effort, grinding roots, heating cauldrons, chanting stupid alchemical rhymes.

But if it meant Rae survived massaging another girl’s thighs, Alice was prepared to burn her whole stockpile to ash.

’Alice, get a grip. If he dies, that’s good for me... right?’

She bit her lip, torn between her inner angel and her horny goblin.

’But what about innocent Rae? The poor bastard doesn’t even know what’s coming!’

In the end, of course, her inner pervert easily overpowered her rational brain.

She sighed, already measuring out more ingredients.

In the end, Lyra accepted the five potions from Alice, clutching them like sacred relics.

’I need to make these count. I need to control my power... so he can work on me longer.’

Yes, by "work" she meant massage. Obviously.

Just then, the tent flap rustled.

Rae strolled in, whistling like a carefree idiot who hadn’t noticed a war was simmering just outside—or the tension thick enough inside the tent to slice into potion-sized chunks.

Both women turned toward him.

And instantly turned away again, faces flushed like guilty schoolgirls caught passing lewd notes in class.

Each had her own entirely inappropriate thoughts.

"Madame Lyra, Madame Alice, Neeb anydhing?"

Rae said, putting on the most innocent puppy-dog expression in recorded history. ""

Behind that cute act? A devious little bastard grinning ear to ear on the inside.

’Heh heh heh... The performance continues. They’re eating this up. Oscars, here I come.’

Alice, still visibly struggling to reconcile the Rae before her, the one who spoke like a gentleman, with the other Rae, the one who railed her like a war drum in the dead of night, cleared her throat awkwardly.

"L-Lyra was about to call you... for a massage session."

She said, avoiding eye contact like Rae had grown tentacles.

The word massage hung in the air like a scandal.

Lyra coughed. Alice looked like she wanted to jump into her cauldron and boil herself.

"Massage?"

Rae tilted his head, giving the most adorably clueless expression mankind, or goblinkind, had ever seen. You could practically hear sparkles.

He turned to Lyra with wide, curious eyes. She finally met his gaze... then immediately regretted it.

"My... your massage last time worked."

She blurted out, stiff as a soldier in front of a firing squad.

"I trained greatly after that. And I leveled up too. From the training, not... not from your massage, alright?"

The more she tried to explain it, the redder she got.

Well, she can’t just say that she levelled up because he made her cum.

The great musclebound, hot-blooded, punch-first-think-never Lyra was unraveling like a cheap tunic under pressure.

Alice, meanwhile, was somewhere else entirely. Not mentally present.

Probably daydreaming about her massage session, the one where Rae did things that weren’t listed in any spellbook.

"Ah, massage... Rae will give you deep massage. Make you scream..."

Alice sighed, absentmindedly.

Lyra’s soul nearly left her body. Her thighs tensed. Her jaw dropped.

Alice was still smiling like a saint on shrooms.

"...widh relieb, ob kourse, madame."

Rae finished cheerfully.

Lyra let out a full-body exhale.

She didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath, or that her brain had auto-played a very, very different ending.

Her face was glowing red now. Not the usual combat rage red.

This was embarrassed maiden red.

’Get it together, Lyra.’

’He probably doesn’t even know what he’s saying.’

’He’s just... just... a sweet dumb idiot.’

’A very firm-handed, finger-magician of a sweet dumb idiot—dammit, stop it!’

But then again... her mind flickered back to that day.

Nope.

No. Absolutely not.

She shook her head like a wet dog trying to shake off sin.

That day was locked in a box, sealed with chains, and buried in the Mariana Trench of her memory.

Nothing like that was going to happen today.

’I just want to level up, that’s all. I’m not doing this because I like it. Nope. Not at all. Definitely not.’

She repeated the mantra like it was holy scripture, hoping her flushed face didn’t give away the blasphemy brewing below.

The truth? Every single one of them was a damn liar.

And Rae had seen enough bedroom drama in his past life to know the truth like gospel.

Women—they pretended to be all saintly and proper.

"Oh, I’m not like that."

"I just want to get stronger."

"I am just doing this because you wants it so much."

Lies. All of it.

The moment they got a little taste of lust, just one drop of that forbidden nectar, they turned into moaning, writhing disasters.

And here it was again.

He could see it in Lyra’s twitching thighs. Hear it in Alice’s dreamy sighs.

Their mouths said "training," but their bodies were begging for something that didn’t come from a damn XP bar.

And Rae was more than willing to oblige.

To make them squirm. To make them break.

To massage them until they were whispering his name like a spell.

But just as Rae was about to walk in with his innocent puppy grin, Alice’s eyes widened.

’Wait a minute... If Rae touches her—’

Her heart did a backflip.

’Wouldn’t he come out?!’

The other guy.

The devil. The beast.

The version of Rae that didn’t ask for consent—he took it and left you trembling in prayer afterward.

Alice’s legs clamped shut on instinct.

"W-We may have a problem."

"What?"

Lyra raised a brow.

"I-It’s about Rae..."

Alice’s voice trembled, and Rae immediately squinted, suspicious.

’Wait a damn minute... she wouldn’t, no, she wouldn’t dare!’

"What about Rae?"

Lyra asked again, secretly relieved the topic had swerved away from massages and into safer waters.

"It’s... umm... it’s..."

Alice stammered. How the hell was she supposed to say it?

How do you tell someone that if that version of Rae comes out, the other guy, the beast, the walking apocalypse of carnal fury, she wouldn’t remain a loyal, upright, muscle-brained warrior woman?

Nope.

She’d melt. She’d moan. She’d become a mewling, obedient puddle of lust, craving every drop of attention he gave and begging for more.

And he wouldn’t stop. Not until she was seeing the face of God and calling him Rae.

And if Lyra asked how she knew that?

Yeah. That part was going to be a bit of a problem.

But before Alice could combust, Lyra smiled gently and rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Don’t worry, Alice. I won’t let any harm come to your Rae."

Her voice was calm. Noble. Naively confident.

"I’ll make sure he takes the health potion in time."

Alice blinked.

’Lyra, dear... I’m not worried about him.’

’I’m worried about you.’

Alice smiled, but it was the kind of smile someone wears while watching a carriage slide off a cliff in slow motion. She swallowed hard.

’I just hope this doesn’t turn into a shitshow...’

’If the other guy shows up and you’re not as mentally weak as I was... gods help you.’

With that, Lyra and Rae strolled off toward her tent. Side by side. One confidently clueless, the other cheerfully predatory.

Alice stood there, watching their backs disappear into the fading light. Hands clasped together. A silent prayer in her heart.

’Please let them both survive this.’

Just then, Rae paused. Turned his head.

Smirked.

That smile. That cocky, crooked, knowing smile.

Alice’s blood froze.

’N-no... No way. That smile?’

’That’s not Rae.’

’That’s...’

’That’s him—’