From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 49: Death By Cheeks

A man can only endure so much before fate throws him a bone—be it gold, glory, family... or death. One way or another, he will be rewarded.

And right now?

That reward came knocking for a poor, perverted little gremlin who’d suffered his way through beatings, slavery, insults, and enough humiliation to fill ten lifetimes.

He hadn’t asked for an Oscar. He didn’t need applause. He just wanted a chance. A crack in the heavens.

And lo and behold—his reward had finally arrived.

Two jiggly, cotton-clad, goddess-tier cheeks. Soft. Plush. Glorious. Stuffed tighter than a festival mochi. And they were coming in hot.

’Haaa... come to papa.’

His brain short-circuited. His eyes glazed. His soul prepped for transcendence.

Melissa’s skirt flared like a veil from the gods, and as she widened her stance to avoid flattening him... it happened.

His head, blessed and cursed alike, was now inside the sacred temple—under the skirt.

A warm, shadowy realm scented like forest rain and forbidden dreams. And slowly, like fate teasing his sanity, those heavenly cheeks descended.

And what a fate it was.

He closed his eyes, heart full, spirit calm, lips curled in surrender.

He thought of all those cold nights he’d spent praying to any damn god who would listen.

It only took dying once to earn this.

And now?

He was about to die a second time.

Death by cheeks.

A noble death. A death worthy of respect.

One that any brother—any man—would salute with honor.

And then it happened.

Melissa squirmed mid-air like a goddamn elegant sack of curves, trying with all her grace to power up her hero legs and cushion her fall before she faceplanted straight into embarrassment.

A literal hero—who’s crushed monsters and tanked spells like breakfast—tripping over her own two legs like some clumsy virgin schoolgirl.

The thought alone made her cheeks flush with red-hot shame.

"Mhmmm..."

Rae’s brain fried on impact.

First, he felt it—the divine, fresh-forest-scented kitty brushing across his forehead, like a sacred blessing from the gods themselves.

And then—boom—something soft, thick, and warm blanketed his entire face.

A heavenly eclipse of the thighs.

If there was a god, this was how he wrote happy endings.

Melissa, mercifully, had caught most of her weight with her legs, but the damage was already done.

Rae was done. Gone. Ascended.

His body trembled like a sinner at church. Hands twitching.

Eyes sealed shut in bliss.

If someone dragged his corpse out right now, the only thing they’d see was the giant, stupid grin across his face. A full-on perv’s paradise.

Because let’s be real—if a man says he wouldn’t die like this?

He’s no man at all.

"Ara ara, I fell~!"

Melissa giggled, a light shake of her head making her tousled hair bounce as she chuckled at her own clumsy ass.

But then—oh. She finally felt the twitching, spasming body underneath her.

"Oh dear, I’m so sorry, little Rae~ I’ll get up, just give me a moment—"

She cooed sweetly, planting her palms on the floor, starting to lean forward to hoist herself up.

But alas—Rae, brave and horny warrior that he was, had other plans. Filthy, blessed, absolutely legendary plans.

His hands—sneaky, sinful little bastards—slid up her sides from under the skirt and gave her a soft tickle, fingers grazing skin like teasing feathers.

"Fufufu~ Wait—! I can get up my—ha ha—myself!"

Melissa burst into giggles, squirming instinctively. But that only made things worse—or better, depending on your perspective.

Her plush cheeks spread and mashed even harder against Rae’s face, sealing him under a warm, jiggling prison of thick, divine fluff.

She wiggled, tried to roll her hips away, but it was hopeless. Rae was relentless. Another tickle. Another squirm.

Her face flushed red from laughter, her thighs instinctively squeezing tighter around his skull like a velvet vise of death by bliss.

She finally managed to lift herself, those godly cheeks peeling off his face like a slow-motion goodbye to heaven.

’NO! Not on my damn watch!’

His face twisted into something close to war—a horny little gremlin general with a mission.

And his fingers shot up like twin daggers of mischief, furiously tickling her sides with the vengeance of a man denied paradise.

"Fuhahaha—Rae! W-Wait—!!"

Too late.

Melissa lost control, her laughter bubbling out like a melody of doom as her plush ass slammed right back down onto his face with a soft, juicy thud.

This time?

Oh-ho-ho, this time was a fucking miracle—her sweet, forest-scented kitty landed perfectly on his mouth and nose like the divine seat it was always meant to be.

He inhaled like a sinner in a confessional, lips parting on reflex to drink in every humid, intoxicating molecule.

And yet—he did not stop. His fingers danced like devils under her skirt, tickling her mercilessly, sending electric shocks through her laughter-soaked body.

"R-Rae! Hahaha! Stop it! Hngh—ha!"

She squirmed, her hips rolling without control, mashing and mushing that poor man’s face under the squishiest chaos known to mankind.

Her thighs tensed, her body writhed, and she couldn’t stop—every tickle sent her into another wild fit, her mind spiraling into laughter-induced delirium.

Rae was living his best life.

Dying? Probably. Ascending? Absolutely.

His plan had unfurled like the lewdest prophecy ever written.

Face full of thighs, nose full of scent, lips dangerously close to crossing sacred lines—and a goddess writhing above him, none the wiser.

Melissa, cheeks redder than cherries, tried to fight off the madness of it all, but between the laughter, the twitching, and the soft warmth spreading through her every squirm, she had zero time—or sanity—to inspect the very warm thing brushing against her most sacred spot.

She giggled and laughed, smothering him with her soft, spreading kitty, trying to swat away his sinful hands—but damn, his fingers were quick and elusive.

She didn’t even noticed when her kitty got wet and something warm was lapping at her kitty, but she was too busy trying to breathe and laugh.

"Ara, ara, little rae... Please... please stop! I beg you."

She was almost begging him now, not sure what she was begging for, but she just needed the tickling to stop, her sides and her kitty hurt from all the laughter.

She squirmed more and more and mashed her kitty, now wet and dripping, on his face, suffocating him.

He couldn’t breathe and he was dying but his tongue was still lapping at her.

After a while, after lack of oxygen and all, Rae’s body shut down but he fought until the very end and what a noble end it was.