CHAPTER 112: GETTING KILLED BY BLOWJOB!

[Special Quest Unlocked!]

[Massage of Death! – Last Level]

[Objective: Massage her throat and survive]

[Reward: 100% Resistance to Life Drain]

What it meant? Oh, he was about to find out. He was smug. Too smug. And oh-so-fucking wrong.

...

"Ohhh shit!!!"

Rae screamed, like, full-on howled, as he tried to yank his cock out of Lyra’s vacuum-sealed mouth.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t human. This was dangerous.

It wasn’t because she was doing a bad job. Hell no. If she’d been sloppy or too shy, that would’ve been easy.

He’d have just guided her, coached her, trained her, maybe even praised her like a dirty little student.

But this was a goddamn divine technique passed down by succubi grandmasters or something.

Her throat gripped him like a hot, wet tunnel of suction, milking the soul right out of his balls.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

No, what made his heart spike, what made his brain scream in panic, was that damn quest.

’Massage her throat and survive?! What the actual fuck did that even mean!?’

Why "survive"?! Why that word?! It didn’t say "last long."

It didn’t say "don’t cum too fast."

It straight-up said survive, like he was on the edge of death from getting his dick worshipped too well.

And honestly?

He was.

’Why the hell didn’t the damn system tell me I was gonna fucking die here?!’

Because the moment, the moment, his cock slid all the way into her throat, something snapped.

Like, click, a switch flipped inside her.

Maybe it was her succubi bloodline going full throttle.

Maybe she unlocked some hidden-level throat-sucking technique.

Whatever the fuck it was, she wasn’t just giving head anymore, she was draining him.

Literally.

His health was plummeting.

One second it was chillin’ in the sixties—solid, safe. And the next?

Twenty-fucking-two percent.

And still dropping.

It was like the old saying from the stupid Goblin village was somehow coming to real.

’No, no, no—fuck me!’

Now he understood. Now it all made sense.

Massage of Death.

The name wasn’t just for flair, it was a fucking prophecy.

From that very first "harmless" massage quest a week ago... the system had been planning to murder him with a blowjob.

[Warning! Warning! Your health is at 10%]

[9%]

[8%]

Each second felt like a bullet. His life bar was free-falling.

She moaned on his dick like it was a fucking lollipop, not knowing—no, not caring—that he was on the verge of collapse.

’Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!’

He wasn’t gonna die in battle. He wasn’t gonna die to a monster. He was gonna die balls-deep in a succubi’s throat.

It took everything, like every last drop of his willpower, to move his hips and start pulling his cock out of her mouth.

Thank the gods she had drenched his entire shaft with spit, because it slid out slick and smooth, like a well-oiled weapon retreating from a battlefield.

[4%]

His vision flickered—edges going dark, brain literally short-circuiting.

’Just a little more... just a liiittle more and I’m out of this damn mess—shit!’

He pushed, hard, only the tip, just the swollen crown, still resting on her tongue.

He was seconds away. So close. So fucking close to freedom.

’One more push. One—fuck!’

And then it happened.

Lyra’s eyes twitched—those pink rings in her pupils suddenly glowing like magic seals unlocking.

Her hands shot up—bam!—clamping around his upper thighs like steel cuffs, yanking him down in one smooth, terrifying pull.

"Wait! Fuuuuck—!"

Too late.

He wasn’t a match. Not for this. Not for a full-grown woman in her prime—supernatural hunger blazing through her veins, who was in level fourties.

And in less than a second, he was right back where he started.

His cock, buried.

Her lips, sealed.

Rae was basically sitting on her face now, helpless, watching that health bar flash like a ticking bomb.

[2%]

His eyelids... heavy. So fucking heavy. Like two slabs of stone just ready to shut forever.

[ALERT! ALERT!]

He toppled forward, arms flopping to the sides like a broken puppet.

Rae—the so-called mighty goblin, the idiot who thought he could conquer the damn world (or at least, you know, conquer a few hot women)—was going out like this.

This was the end.

’Goddammit! Is this how I die?! Getting my dick sucked into oblivion?! What kinda hentai hell bullshit is this?!’

Everything went black. His brain was shutting off, his body limp. No thoughts of being the chosen one, no epic flashbacks, no "my friends need me" power-up.

Just darkness. And spit.

And then—click.

His mind sparked. Not with hope, but with pure, desperate greed.

’Wait—wait, the lust points! The damn LUST POINTS!’

He remembered. All the shagging.

All the sloppy domination sessions with Alice.

All the delicious, ego-boosting humiliation he dumped on Celeste.

That wasn’t just for fun. That shit had value.

[Lust Points: 320]

"CONVERT THEM! LEVEL ME THE FUCK UP!!"

The scream tore out of his throat like a man possessed—and instantly, golden light exploded around him.

His body lit up like a damn power stone. The system blinked—

[LEVEL UP: 17 → 20]

—and boom. His health bar flipped, full bar, maxed out, like someone slapped a healing potion the size of a barrel into his soul.

He could breathe again.

He was alive.

"Fuck! I’m gonna win this shit!"

Rae was back. Cocky, hyped, buzzing with that golden glow and freshly refilled health bar.

His dumb goblin confidence came roaring back, riding shotgun with his trademark stupidity.

He was so ready to flip this whole thing around.

But fate had other plans.

Because right as he smirked and prepared to reclaim his victory, that shiny 100% health bar nosedived, straight down to 20%, in seconds.

All because Lyra’s suction power just went goddamn nuclear.

Tenfold increase. Full vacuum mode. Jet-engine-throat-tech activated.

He might’ve cum. Once. Twice. Hell, maybe thrice.

Who fucking knew anymore?

He couldn’t even feel his dick. Like, genuinely. It had gone completely numb.

"Dammit—is it even there anymore?!"

He had to check. Had to literally look down to confirm he still had his precious goblin dong attached.

And what he saw?

Yeah, no. That was straight-up hentai panel level insanity.

Lyra’s face wasn’t the dreamy, half-lost expression she wore earlier. Nope.

This was a different beast entirely.

Eyes sharp. Pupils wild. Her mouth locked around his cock like it was her last meal before eternal damnation.

She didn’t look like Lyra anymore.

This woman looked like she was gonna suck the soul right out of his nuts—which, technically, made sense.

Because she was half succubi. And half vampire.

And holy fuck, was she sucking like a black hole in heat.

Her cheeks hollowed unnaturally, lips stretched high as she sucked like she wanted his entire cock to detach and slide straight into her stomach.

’Dammit, I don’t have time for this.’

But it was already too late.

The health he had gained from leveling up had dropped to 10%, and all he could do was gape at the lust-drunk madwoman swallowing him whole.

He tried again, with everything he had, to push himself off her face, but this time, his body didn’t budge.

Not only was his health draining fast, but somehow she had gotten stronger, holding him down like a beast in heat.

’Dammit, dammit, dammit.’

He looked around in blind panic, fully aware that brute force wasn’t going to get him off this monster of a woman.

His gaze dropped, and in desperation, he grabbed her nipples, twisting them hard between his fingers.

She didn’t flinch, instead, a soft, sultry chuckle vibrated up from her throat.

Frantic now, he reached down to her dripping kitty, fingers diving in—one, two, then three.

This time, she finally reacted.

His eyes widened with a flicker of hope, clinging to the wild idea that massaging her slippery, soaking kitty might at least loosen her iron-clamped throat.

But that hope died faster than his health bar, because all it did was make her suction tighten even more, harder and deeper, like her mouth wanted to swallow him into another dimension.

’This is fucking useless!’

He screamed in his mind, cursing in pure hopeless panic—until his gaze darted to the side.

Just a little out of reach. A scattered pile of salvation. The vials.

The health potions. And the damn oil.

His eyes lit up like a starving goblin spotting roast chicken in a trap-free village.

’Health potion!’

With everything he had left, muscles trembling, skin pale, health down to a suicidal 2%, he rolled to the side, fingers twitching desperately until he finally grabbed one of the small glowing vials.

He summoned every last shred of strength, popped the cork off with his thumb, and brought it to his cracked lips, gulping it like liquid gold.

’I won. I fucking won this.’

He grinned, cock still buried in her vacuum-sealed throat, body barely hanging on.

But just as the warm potion slid down his throat, a message blinked in front of his eyes like death itself had punched him in the balls.

[0%]

[You died.]

Too slow. Too late. Too fucked.