Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Kasha Being Educated (2)
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Kasha stepped into the goblin's room.
A scent she'd never smelled before brushed past her nose.
'Sniff sniff. What the hell is this smell...?'
The instant she caught it, a chill shot down her spine, and cold sweat beaded on her skin.
Every sense in her body sharpened to a razor's edge, shifting into full alert mode.
It was the same tension she'd felt facing dragons or the Demon King's top brass.
'Why the sudden freakout? This is just a goblin's room?'
The weird part was, the only thing in the room was the goblin.
The goblin wasn't some mighty foe—it was so pathetically weak, it barely qualified as an enemy.
Kasha had probably slaughtered tens of thousands of them over her lifetime.
Weaklings with insane breeding rates, swarming like maggots.
That was Kasha's take on goblins as a species.
'I didn't even feel this way against the Sword Saint, the previous Fist King, or dragons...'
In her life, Kasha had faced countless enemies.
She'd clashed with the Sword Saint bare-handed and held her own.
She'd crushed the previous Fist King—a beastkin—and stolen his title.
She'd even beaten a dragon to death, the strongest of all races, earning the Dragon Slayer title.
'I beat the Demon King too, and against the hero, it's about fifty-fifty...'
She hadn't killed the Demon King but sealed him away. Against the hero, she couldn't claim certain victory, but they were evenly matched.
Yet none of those powerhouses had ever given her this vibe.
For the first time, the moment she locked eyes, she felt utterly outmatched—like there was no way she could win.
"Hey..."
A meek voice, utterly unlike her usual self, slipped from Kasha's throat.
She'd meant to call out to the goblin like always, but for some reason, the words caught in her throat.
"What're you doing over there...?"
Kasha said, staring at the goblin.
He was perched on the edge of the bed like he owned the place.
His posture screamed arrogance, like a king on his throne, those sunken eyes fixed steadily on her.
She should've thought he looked cocky as hell, but somehow, it felt perfectly natural.
"Why're you staring like that...?"
As if trying to hide from his gaze, Kasha wrapped her arms around her upper body.
Her heart pounded wildly, and a hot ache bloomed between her legs.
Instinctively, she rubbed her thighs together, pressing against her aching core.
'Why am I acting like this...? Why am I scared of a goblin...?'
The question flickered through Kasha's mind, but it vanished the second the goblin moved.
He crooked a finger at her.
Come here—like a master summoning a slave.
The old Kasha would've snapped at him for being so rude.
But this time, she couldn't.
The air just wouldn't let her treat him casually anymore.
Instead, she reacted like she really was his slave.
She straightened her posture, careful not to offend.
With light, cautious steps, she approached the goblin.
She stood before him primly, hands clasped politely in front.
The goblin spread his legs and pointed to the floor by his feet.
"You want me to kneel on the floor...?"
No words, just a gesture, but Kasha could read the intent from the vibe.
-Nod.
The goblin nodded lightly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Who the hell are you to order me around...?"
Kasha tried to protest, but her voice trembled and trailed off weakly.
The goblin fixed her with his slit-like yellow eyes.
Then pointed to his feet again.
Kasha fought to steady her shaking body under that stare.
Her heart hammered like mad, her legs trembling like they might give out any second.
"I'm not listening to you. My legs just hurt from standing, so I'm sitting."
In the end, she trotted out a lame excuse and obeyed.
She dropped to her knees before his feet.
Unthinkingly, she clasped her hands neatly on her lap.
The goblin, who she'd always looked down on, was now looking down on her.
With him on the bed and her on the floor, their eye levels had flipped.
Unable to bear his condescending gaze any longer, Kasha bowed her head.
She kept her eyes downcast, waiting for him to move.
"Kerrr..."
The goblin rumbled in his throat.
Kasha looked up to see him smirking with satisfaction.
He reached out and stroked her head.
Stroke—stroke—
His small, childlike hand petted her hair.
'Petting me... feels so good...'
Kasha closed her eyes, drifting into a haze.
Her tail wagged lazily, her tongue lolling out a bit—like a dog awaiting praise.
'Just days ago, he was kicking me around... how'd it come to this...?'
The thought crossed her mind.
But then the goblin shifted from petting her head to caressing her cheek.
Kasha emptied her mind and nuzzled into his palm, acting all coquettish.
'Don't care... feels good, that's all that matters...'
Every touch filled her with a profound fullness she'd never known.
A pleasure different from crushing foes, chewing flesh, or slicing throats.
For someone who'd always dominated others, this was an entirely new sensation.
The pure bliss of submission was etching itself into her brain.
The goblin gently stroked her jaw, then traced her lips with his index finger.
Kasha parted her lips slightly and licked his finger with her tongue.
'A little salty... tastes good...'
Strangely, it wasn't gross—it was delicious, making her want to lick more.
The goblin pushed his finger deeper.
Index and middle together, ravaging her soft tongue like a conqueror.
Rubbing the tip over it, pinching it like chopsticks.
Grazing her neat teeth, then toying with her tongue again.
"Heeeuh... uhhu..."
Kasha gaped her mouth wide, gazing up at him.
Drool dripped from the corners of her lips.
Her body burned hot.
Her hand instinctively dove between her legs.
But the moment she touched her soaked slit, the goblin pulled his hand away.
"Behe...?"
Her tongue shot out, chasing his fingers like it wouldn't let go.
But he pressed his other hand to her forehead.
A firm stop signal, keeping her at bay.
"Heok... heok..."
Kasha could no longer form words, just panting like a beast.
Like a dog whining for its owner to hurry up and give it a treat.
She could snatch the treat if she wanted—or rip out the owner's throat.
But defying her master never crossed her mind; she just begged desperately.
Human intellect gone, reduced to pure instinctual animal.
"Kerrr..."
The goblin chuckled at the sight.
He patted her cheek like wait a sec, then reached for his waist.
Slipping off the cloth covering his groin.
Thud. It hit the floor.
"Hik...!?"
Kasha gasped, eyes bulging wide.
Her whole body froze, like stumbling on a tiger in the woods.
Every nerve locked onto it.
The raised cock twitched, flexing its power.
Deep forest-green hue. Veins faintly bulging.
Instinctual alarms blared in her head.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
'What is this? Nothing's changed...'
Still shorter than her finger.
Still half-sheathed in foreskin.
"Sniff sniff..."
Kasha leaned in close and took a light whiff.
Just that made her lower belly grow heavy.
Her womb throbbed wildly, screaming for seed like a baby demanding milk.
"Suuuup...!"
Inhaling deeply triggered a full-body shudder.
She climaxed lightly from the scent alone.
But her body wouldn't settle.
She craved to slobber over that cock obscenely, but permission came first.
"Heok... hek..."
Kasha stuck out her tongue, mimicking a lick.
Gazing up, begging if she could.
She could've just asked, but acted like she didn't know how to speak.
-Nod.
The goblin nodded his permission.
Kasha nearly lunged to swallow it whole but caught herself.
You don't jump straight to sex the moment you meet someone—gotta ease in.
A proper greeting comes first.
Kasha brushed her fallen hair behind her ear.
Angling her face to look pretty, she brought it close.
Eyes closed tight, lips pursed delicately.
Smack. She kissed the swollen glans.
Its firm texture pressed right against her lips.
'Ah, I just kissed it.'
Kasha's mind snapped back for a moment.
Her first kiss. Ever.
'I swore I'd give it to the first male stronger than me...'
A kiss she'd never shared even with humans—her cherished purity—offered to a cock.
A goblin's cock, no less.
Even if she met another male later, her first kiss memory would be tainted forever.
It'd flash in her mind even kissing a lover on their wedding night.
No—it would haunt her. Too vivid to forget.
'I'm the greatest warrior of the beastkin... kissing a goblin's dick...'
A near-peak female and a bottom-tier creature.
The class gap fueled a rush of taboo thrill.
Her mind swirled with humiliation and inexplicable pleasure.