Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Kasha Tamer
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Gob's Perspective
I headed to Kasha's room with bouncy steps, sporting my enhanced junk.
-Knock knock knock!
I rapped energetically on her door.
"Who's there?"
A thrilled voice floated from the other side.
Was she masturbating alone or something?
"Keruk keruk."
I rumbled from my throat to let her know it was me.
"Hold on a sec."
I heard her fumbling around, pulling on clothes or whatever, and soon the door swung open.
Kasha peeked her head out, door only half-open. Her cheeks were a little flushed.
"Here to do it?"
She eyed me with narrowed gaze.
-Nod.
I nodded in response.
"Come in."
She opened the door wider to let me through.
As I stepped inside with quick little steps, a sweet-and-sour cherry scent wafted from her.
Her expression, her voice—everything about her felt especially coy today.
"Sniff. Sniff sniff..."
Kasha glued herself to my back, sniffing me all over.
"Your sweat smells way stronger than usual. You really didn't wash up?"
[Yeah. We agreed on that yesterday, remember?]
I scribbled on my notepad and showed her.
"Ugh... you're so gross."
Her words said gross, but her face didn't look disgusted at all.
If anything, she couldn't hide her joy—her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.
Her ears perked up straight, tail swishing side to side.
[You kept your promise too, right? No washing your armpits all day yesterday?]
"I did. I swore on the honor of the Fist King, so no choice."
Her excuses were hilarious. She'd jumped at the conditions I set.
Kasha and I stood facing each other beside the bed.
"Even if it was a promise, how could you show up sweating buckets like this? I can smell it from over here."
She knew she loved it, but there she was, pretending to be annoyed.
"You're just standing still and it's this bad—what the hell must be brewing in your pants? Must be a disaster."
Kasha stared at my crotch and swallowed hard.
Good reaction. Worth all the sweating I did on purpose.
Maybe test the waters here?
[You excited right now?]
"Ex-excited? What? I'm worried how nasty it'll smell, you idiot!"
Kasha's face turned beet red as she snapped. Over-the-top reaction.
[Should I go wash up then?]
"Huh? Oh, no. No need. I can handle it."
She panicked visibly. Her reaction was so fun, I wanted to tease more.
[No, seriously. I'll be quick. Just wait.]
I turned toward the door like I meant it.
"No!"
Grab. Kasha clutched my wrist.
I turned to look at her.
"If... if you go out now, you'll bother the others. Let's just do it here."
She stammered excuses. So obvious, her intentions were crystal clear.
She's lying again. Starting to piss me off. When are you gonna be honest?
Fine, I'm pissed. Not backing down till the truth comes out of her mouth.
[Only Master and Sera might run into me here. I'll be careful.]
"No, let's just do it now. Why are you being so stubborn?"
Stubborn? Pot calling the kettle black. Who's the stubborn one?
"Sit on the bed already. I'll clean you up."
She yanked my wrist as she said it.
I resisted, but it was like a kid fighting a pro fighter—I got dragged along.
Back by the bed, but I didn't sit.
"What's wrong? I said sit."
[You be honest first.]
"Honest about what?"
Playing dumb to the end. I was gonna let it slide, but nope.
[Say you want to suck my sweaty goblin dick.]
Chose crude words on purpose. To max out her shame.
"What? You're insane?"
[I'm not. Won't do shit till you say it.]
"This..."
Kasha raised her fist like she wanted to knuckle me.
I held my head high and glared.
Habit kicking in again? Go ahead, hit me.
One hit and I'm bolting—won't even look at you after.
"Shit..."
She lowered her fist. Seemed a bit cowed by my vibe.
Seizing the moment, I scribbled.
[You might force it this time, but not next. I'm telling Lucy and Sera.]
"Tattletale. Lame."
Yeah, I'm lame. Got a problem? It's dirty, but necessary.
Honestly, if it was just us two in the world, what could she do?
That habit of swinging fists whenever she doesn't like something—I'll break it for good, no matter what.
[One more time. Say you want to suck my sweaty goblin dick.]
"Argh... you little...!"
She raised her clenched fist again.
Hit me. Won't die from it. Die and respawn, no biggie!
"Ugh... it's not even a big deal..."
Kasha ground her teeth but didn't swing.
Desperate resolve worked?
While she huffed and puffed to calm down, I waited silently.
Draw the line firm, wait till she gets it.
Feels like I'm some animal tamer.
After a bit, lips parted, fist still clenched.
"...want to."
Tiny voice, barely caught the end.
Can't let that attitude slide. Gotta make it clear.
I cupped my ear like I didn't hear, tilting head toward her.
"Suck... it."
Heard it, but she didn't say what.
I leaned closer.
"I want to suck your dick!!"
Kasha yelled right in my ear.
Thought my ear'd fall off. Why yell?
Looked at her—tears welling in her eyes.
No pity, just exasperation.
Over a little pride? Hasn't even started properly.
['I want to suck my sweaty goblin dick'—say it exactly.]
"Pervert..."
She glared with resentful eyes.
Guilt flickered, but no backing down.
Don't set her straight now, she'll keep bossing me forever.
Shatter that pride, then we can talk.
[Say it quick, or I'm out.]
"Fine. Whatever."
I pretended to leave; she grabbed my wrist predictably.
"I want to suck your sweaty goblin dick. Happy?"
Finally, but attitude sucks.
Feels like she's forcing me. I'm the one granting a favor.
Too iffy—added more.
[Say it politely. Smile, end with 'please.' And add 'Master' at the end.]
"You wanna die?"
Murderous glare hit my face.
Thick killing intent choked me, but too late to turn back.
[Part of the play I want. You swore on your honor. Backing out?]
Her face flushed purple, then she sighed deeply.
"How'd I end up stuck with this...?"
She muttered wearily.
"Please let me suck your sweaty goblin dick."
She spat it out soullessly, fully defeated.
Like torture broke her spirit.
[Missing the title.]
"Master."
[Not separate. All together.]
I hounded her relentlessly, ripping the last shreds of pride.
"Please let me suck your sweaty goblin dick, Master."
Dead tone like Lucy's—deductions, but can't expect more from Kasha.
She's at her limit. She's endured plenty.
[Good. One last condition, and you get the dick.]
"Again? What now."
She scowled, fed up.
I know your limit. But can't help it.
Give the BJ, lose my leverage. Negotiate while I hold cards.
[Let me lick your thighs. Wanted to forever.]
"Why thighs? I said no last time."
[Firm thighs are my thing. Wanna lick 'em. Rare to find legs as pretty as yours.]
"Hmph... you know they're pretty..."
Her lip curled up slightly. So simple.
Flattery worked, good.
"But licking thighs is kinda..."
Not quite ready to give thighs? Surprisingly chaste.
[If not, armpits like yesterday work too.]
No thighs? Develop pits more. No rush.
"Armpits... risky though..."
She mumbled softly.
"So, lick my thighs a bit, then dick?"
-Nod.
Finally!
Lick thighs, sneak to her pussy when opening shows.
Once she gives an inch—even precious spot—barriers drop after.
Day I fully conquer Kasha is near.
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