CHAPTER 119: NAH, I’D WIN

He didn’t want the goblins to gain momentum.

They were chaotic. Stupid. Unpredictable.

They didn’t conquer out of strategy. They just ran around, humping everything they saw.

If by some dumb twist of fate they conquer this kingdom, it’d be a disaster. Because every other kingdom would then bait them with one thing.

Women.

Just send in a few girls from each race, beastkin, elves, orcs, humans, and the goblins would go full distraction mode.

Their army would collapse into a sex parade before the first arrow was fired. It was too easy to manipulate them.

Too easy to wipe them out once they were mid-orgy.

Rae clenched his teeth.

He couldn’t let that happen.

He had to stop them before they built anything. Before they grew.

He’d need to look into stopping Gear too.

That bastard was the only one stupid enough to try uniting them.

"H-Hey, you think this is going to stop me"

Even after four thick, pulsing tentacles were buried deep inside her, filling her holes to the brim, stretching her open like a living sheath, she still had the damn nerve to glare at him and throw shade like she wasn’t trembling underneath.

Rae just stared at her, deadpan.

No words. Just action.

He sent in two more.

Tentacles five and six slid in with a wet sound that echoed between their bodies.

One pushed deeper into her already stuffed pussy, the other rammed into her ass, forcing her body to stretch and adjust around the invading limbs.

Her stomach bulged slightly. Her thighs twitched. Her arms jerked in their bindings.

She shook for a second, her whole frame trembling as her insides were rearranged again—and yet, somehow, the bitch still looked back at him with that same defiant stare.

"H-How long. How long can you maintain this"

That actually made him pause for a moment.

It was a fair question.

His eyes flicked to the system panel.

[Mask of Phantasm: 3 minutes remaining]

Shit.

He clicked his tongue.

Three minutes. That was all he had left in this boosted form.

All the chasing, all the dodging, all the struggle to pin her down and neutralize her—he had burned through most of the time just trying to catch her.

Now that he finally had her fully restrained and filled, he was running out of time.

Lyra must’ve sensed the shift in his expression.

Her lips curled into a grin, and then she laughed. Loud, smug, and full of twisted satisfaction.

Her tits bounced slightly with each breath, her holes still stuffed and leaking, and yet she had the nerve to act like she had already won.

"Ah, you’re done, boy. You’re done."

She threw her head back and moaned, long and loud, as if to mock him.

"When you get tired and let me go, I’ll suck every drop of life force out of that delicious monster between your legs."

She licked her lips. Then smacked them.

Like she was already tasting him.

He was too focused on stopping her levels from rising.

Every second she was filled, every pulse of arousal surging through her, her power kept climbing.

Her aura got heavier, her body hotter, her resistance sharper.

Rae had been so locked into managing that part of the threat that he forgot the bigger question.

Then what.

What the hell was he going to do when his skill ran out.

When the [Mask of Phantasm] timer hit zero and his temporary power vanished, returning him to the goblin body he started with.

His actual form.

Small. Weak. Soft.

There was no way in hell he could hold her in place like that. Not physically, not magically, not sexually.

The moment that timer expired, she’d break free like tearing through paper, and then it would be over. He wouldn’t be able to keep her holes stuffed, wouldn’t be able to hold her legs spread.

She’d overpower him, flip the situation, and turn him into nothing more than a cum-fountain for her endless thirst.

And worse than that, he wouldn’t even survive long enough to beg.

’Man, this shit sucks.’

He could already feel his own stamina bleeding out faster. His enhanced form was strong, but it wasn’t made for this kind of prolonged domination.

Too much movement, too much resistance from her side, and the skill was cracking under the pressure.

Then, suddenly, a thought hit him.

His eyes snapped to the system window, pulling up his Lust Points.

The number was high.

Higher than it had ever been.

A slow grin crawled across his face, sharp and deliberate, as the gears in his head clicked into place.

He saw the solution.

Not just a temporary patch. A full, clear method to contain her. To bring her down.

To break her.

The grin alone made Lyra flinch.

Her instincts kicked in. Even as a freshly awakened succubus, still drunk on lust and magic, something primal inside her tensed.

Her expression flickered. For a second, her defiant confidence wavered.

This guy was dangerous.

And she wasn’t wrong.

Because Rae had already figured it out. The perfect way to drain her strength and neutralize her hunger in one go.

"Don’t worry, Lyra. I’ll please you."

His voice was calm. Flat. No arrogance, no flirtation. Just cold certainty.

"I’ll fuck you until you feel like this is more than enough. Until your brain shuts down from overstimulation. Until your body starts screaming for it to stop. Until you’re convinced you’ll die if it keeps going."

He licked his lips slowly, smacking them right after.

And just like that, her expression cracked.

The grin on her face vanished.

Her eyes widened. The smug confidence she had been wearing up until now shattered into something much more honest.

Fear.

"W-what do you mean"

Her voice trembled. The words came out weaker than before.

Something in her gut was screaming now. Something ancient, instinctual, rooted deep inside the succubi bloodline.

Her body was reacting before her mind could. Her legs were tensing. Her core was clenching. Not from pleasure, but from unease. Real, creeping unease.

There was something wrong with this goblin.

He wasn’t normal. The way he stared. The way he smiled. It wasn’t bravado. It wasn’t desperation.

It was calculation.

"Oh, you’ll see that now."

His voice stayed calm. His movements didn’t.

He shifted his grip, repositioned his tentacles, and then started pounding her harder than ever before.

No buildup. No teasing. Just raw, punishing force. He didn’t give her space to think. Not a single moment to breathe. Not a second to stall him or try one of her tricks.

Her body had no choice but to react.

Within seconds she was moaning. Arching. Bucking. Not by will, but by reflex. Her back scraped the floor, legs twitching violently as orgasm after orgasm tore through her.

One. Then two. Then three.

Her moans turned into gasps. Gasps into chokes.

By the time the first minute passed, she had already climaxed four times.

Her thighs shook with each pulse, the walls of her holes clamping around the tentacles like they were trying to push them out, but Rae kept going. Kept slamming. Kept pushing deeper.

Her body was overstimulated. Muscles locking up. Sweat pouring from her skin in thick trails. Her glowing pink aura was no longer growing. It was flickering. Shaking.

Second minute passed.

Another four orgasms.

Her moans started to cut off. Her voice cracked. Her limbs went limp, twitching only in small spasms with each thrust.

Her magic was leaking. Not gathering. Not building. Dripping out of her like her essence was being pumped away with every brutal movement.

’Yes, that’s it.’

Rae knew he had it.

For the first time since the succubus form had awakened, her level wasn’t climbing.

It was dropping. He could feel it in the way her aura thinned.

In the way her resistance gave out. She wasn’t fighting anymore. Her body was trying to survive.

Final minute.

Another four.

Twelve total.

By the time Rae’s [Mask of Phantasm] wore off, his body sagged, the power boost drained, strength bleeding out of him fast.

But it didn’t matter.

Lyra wasn’t moving.

She lay flat on the ground, legs still spread, chest heaving, lips parted. Her skin was soaked in sweat, hair stuck to her face, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

The bright pink glow in her eyes was nearly gone now, faded to a dull shimmer.

Her tongue lolled out, gasping for air.

She wasn’t thinking of escape anymore.

She was just glad it was over.

But of course, Rae wasn’t done.

Lyra heard his voice again, low and steady, cutting through her dazed, overstimulated haze.

Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus, but they locked onto him anyway—her instincts refusing to look away from the predator approaching her.

"Level up."

The words hit her like a spike through the gut.

Golden light erupted from his body, pouring out in waves, coating his limbs and chest in a soft glow that didn’t feel gentle at all. It felt final.

His power was climbing again.

She watched him crack his neck slowly, shoulders relaxed, eyes sharp.

That grin on his face wasn’t playful anymore. It was control. Total, absolute control.

This was his plan all along.

The system window flashed before his eyes.

[Lust Points: 2000]