Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Hobgoblins #10
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A new power surged within me! An intense sensation I'd never felt as a human! So this is what a demon's body is like!
The boiling demonic power made me truly feel the reality of my reincarnation as a demon. I'd never experienced anything like this in my original trash-tier demon life. This was a first.
"Hoo."
I'd have to test it out properly once I recovered my strength fully, but one thing was crystal clear: my power had grown.
"Sharan. This is me now."
I placed my hand on Sharan's head as she knelt there, covering her mouth.
"Sha, shaa..."
Sharan's ears twitched as she looked up at me.
Anyway.
"Guys. We won. Thank you so much. This victory was only possible because you all fought so hard. I'm truly grateful!"
I praised them from the heart, and...
"Keruk...!"
"Kereuk...!"
The sprawled-out goblins responded in kind. Cutting to the chase, I immediately checked on my fallen subordinates' conditions.
"You're all wiped out."
They were completely spent. If I didn't get them some nutrition and rest soon, there could be side effects. But the best part? No serious injuries.
Of course, the shields and spears were all wrecked, but those were consumables anyway. Most importantly, even the ones who'd been sent flying by the chieftain's hits hadn't broken any bones.
Just bruises.
"Okay. You two are injured, so you're off work and training until you're recovered."
"Keruk!"
"Huh? You like that?"
Figures.
"Alright, Buril. Open up."
"Keruk..."
I uncapped the canteen and poured water into Buril's mouth. He gulped it down eagerly. After giving water to all my subordinates, I picked them up and laid them out in neat rows.
"Rest time starts now. Stay lying down. Big bro's got the rest."
"Keruk!"
At those words, the goblins’ eyes filled with tears, and they sobbed, overwhelmed with emotion.
"You little punks. I'm the one who wants to cry."
We only won because of these guys. Sure, I had better physical stats than the hobgoblins, but I never could've done it alone. They saved my life.
"Alright, Imsoong! Gyuil!"
"Grrruk!"
"Gyusat!"
The ones waiting in the back jumped forward.
"You're on cleanup duty. Hurry up and tidy this place, then prep food."
"Kruk!"
They shouted energetically and headed out to handle the aftermath and meal prep. Once that was sorted, I cleared the hobgoblin corpses.
"Ugh."
Drag, drag.
I hauled the bodies to the food storage, leaving just two out for later. Tonight was party time. Protein boost like crazy.
"Heh heh heh."
Thinking about the feast made my mouth water. Wow. I've really turned into a barbarian. But that wasn't the only reason saliva pooled in my mouth.
"Gear, you bastards."
The hobgoblins' leather clothes and stone axes were all mine now. Finally, I could outfit my goblin soldiers! It made me so damn happy!
"Weapons, armor... damn. Now the Demon King Army's fully equipped."
And I'd grown stronger too.
At this rate, I might actually swallow up the Middle Realm.
"Shaa."
"Hm? Sharan?"
"Shasha."
"Help out? Heh heh, thanks."
With Sharan pitching in, it was done in no time.
"Hey! Get up! Time to eat!"
"Keruk."
Maybe the rest woke them up—the goblins staggered to their feet.
"Kruk!"
Outside, Imsoong was already roasting hobgoblin meat. They say even a dog in a private school recites poetry after three years, and now this guy could handle meals solo.
"Good job, Imsoong. You're handling it on your own now."
"Kruk!"
Thrilled by the praise, Imsoong grinned wide. His monstrous face was absurd, but smiles made him cute.
"Yeah, yeah. Sit down, everyone! Hobgoblin meat feast!"
"Keruk!"
At my command, we all gathered around the bonfire. Me and Sharan, Buril, the goblins, and the rest.
Crackle, crackle.
The aroma of cooking meat was divine. Before we dug in, maybe a victory speech?
"Alright! Today, we crushed those vicious hobgoblin hordes! It was all thanks to your competence! Thank you!"
"Keruruk!"
Buril cheered with fists raised.
"Let's keep this momentum and claim this forest! Qlus Demon King Army! Fighting!"
"Keruuuk!"
"Shaaaa!"
And so.
We enjoyed our meal.
Victory tasted so sweet.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After eating, we headed straight to the valley. A good wash and solid sleep, and they'd recover by tomorrow.
Lots to do tomorrow. Test my new power, head to the hobgoblin village, mop up any remnants.
"Keruk!"
Splash!
Under Buril's lead, the soldiers dove into the water one after another.
"Keruk keruk!"
"Gyusat!"
"Grurruk!"
It was like the animal kingdom.
"Y-yeah. Scrub hard, everyone."
They loved bathing, though—splashing around excitedly once in. I watched over them fondly, supervising.
Then.
"Shasha."
Sharan.
Rustle.
"...!"
She shed her leaf underwear completely and walked naturally to the water's edge.
Sharan's back.
That jiggle.
Her bouncy ass... swaying away. How was her body so erotic? It messed with my head every time.
"..."
She entered the valley and began washing.
"What a figure."
Curves in all the right places. Perfect hourglass. And those heaving breasts... Should I ask to touch them once?
She wouldn't mind, right?
I'd shown my dignity as Demon King today. No way she'd refuse. And I'd already decided: after the fight, I'd ask to grope her chest.
"Alright."
With that, I stripped and waded in, slowly approaching Sharan.
"Sharan?"
"Shaa?"
Calling her name, she turned and came toward me.
With a pure, trusting smile, not a hint of concern about her nudity. She stood right in front of me.
A true child of nature.
Not minding being naked before me.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard.
"Sharan... could you stay still for a sec?"
"Shaa? Shasha."
Did she get it?
She stood still, looking at me.
It was embarrassing to say, but... I did.
"Uh, y'know. Sharan? Mind if I touch your breasts?"
Sweet demon.
"Shaa?"
But Sharan didn't quite get the sweet talk. So I showed her with actions. Time to advance.
Here goes.
I reached out.
And grabbed.
Sharan's.
Swollen breasts.
"Hah...!"
Zing—like electricity shot between our skin. Not real electricity… just my hand trembling with emotion from touching her soft, squishy breasts.
Shiver, shiver...!
"..."
Sharan's reaction?
"Shaa?"
Just tilting her head at me.
Innocent, clueless face. So I got bolder—no, more aggressive. Both hands now, kneading her breasts gently.
Squish, squish.
Soft, soft.
"Ooooh..."
The yielding flesh overflowed between my fingers. Too big for both hands. Carrying these around... must've been tough. I kneaded while thinking that.
Sinking in.
Ultimate bliss. After reincarnation, endless hardships. All that stress melted away in my grasp.
"Sharan."
"Shaaa."
Sharan still looked oblivious.
Was that it? She didn't understand what it meant for a man to grope her?
Makes sense. Dryads are spirits, basically monsters. No civilization, solitary life. No sex ed.
But.
Then what was that initial seduction? Instinct? Monster instinct to lure and devour?
Why not now? Honestly, I loved it. No man hates jiggling tits. But she stopped... because I fled so desperately?
Thinks I hate it?
Questions swirled.
"Shaa!"
Sharan's voice snapped me back!
"Hm?!"
What?
Now she hates it?
"Shaa! Shasha."
No.
She beamed innocently. Why so pretty? As she smiled at me...
Step, step.
She backed up a few paces.
"Sharan?"
"Shaa!"
Pointing at her breasts with both hands. Super erotic pose? Staring at her pink nipples, I replied.
"Uh... what about your breasts?"
"Shasha."
She nodded.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, hands behind her head—like showing off her chest. And then, unbelievably, she swayed side to side, jiggling her breasts.
Jiggle, jiggle.
"Shaa. Shasha."
"Gasp!"
What the hell?!
Shaking breasts! Waves of hypnosis emanated. No, really—they did. I was mesmerized.
"Sharan...!"
A tsunami of emotion overwhelmed my vision. Beautiful, pure Sharan shaking her huge tits for me. Not to hunt, but because she saw I liked them and wanted to please me.
A dance offered to me.
"Sharan!"
"Shaat!"
I dove into her arms, burying my face in her cleavage...! At the same time, my erect tip brushed her firm thigh.
Zing...!
"Kuh...!"
My breath exploded. The swollen, red glans scraping her thigh sent hot pleasure hammering my heart.
"Sharan, Sharan...!"
"Shaaa...?"
Yet Sharan didn't grasp what I was doing. Even as my throbbing cock poked her thigh, she remained clueless.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, warmth on my head.
"Sharan?"
"Shasha."
Sharan stroked my hair with a smile... I couldn't hold back anymore. Would she accept me? Keep smiling if I pushed her down?
But.
Doing that to a speechless Sharan felt wrong. No different from taking advantage of an innocent girl!
That thought slammed the brakes.
"Hoo!"
I exhaled hard and pulled away. Until she could speak, this wasn't right.
"Shaa?"
Sharan looked puzzled.
Time to head back.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ But crisis struck again.
Back at the dungeon, kids asleep, lying with Sharan on our special plant bed...
"Shasha."
She rubbed against me intensely. No sexual intent—just affection. But a nude beauty with that body grinding? Even innocently, it was pure sex appeal.
......
Already rock hard.
"Shaa. Shasha."
Then.
She turned away, pressing her back to my chest, grabbed my idle hand...
"Shaat."
"Whoa!"
And placed it right on her breast!
Sh-she deliberately put my hand there to grope her! No leaf bra either!
"Ngh!"
Her nipple brushed my palm.
Throb!
Pants about to burst.
"Shaaa. Shasha."
Sharan just smiled softly, rubbing her back against me. Not seductive—just pure joy. It even felt taboo.
Sexy body, yet blissfully clueless. Pressed tight against her... kneading her breast.
"..."
My erection.
Poked her ass.