That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

”You are...?”

”I-I am Lilina, Suzuki-sama!”

Lilina.

Suzuki turned the name over in his mind. She must have been one of the goblins who had just stumbled into the village earlier that day, receiving her name right before Rimuru exhausted his magicules and passed out. If Suzuki was being completely honest with himself, he hadn’t paid much attention to the goblins before they were named. While he knew it might sound shallow, he was a man who appreciated visual aesthetics. If the outward appearance didn’t immediately catch his eye, he usually didn’t bother sticking around to uncover the personality.

After all, committing to anyone in this chaotic new world was difficult enough. He was young, his future was uncertain, and Treyni was already a wonderfully overwhelming presence in his life.

Yet, looking at her now, he had to admit that the evolutionary leap from a frail, muddy goblin to a named Goblina was nothing short of miraculous.

Before Rimuru’s blessing, Suzuki wouldn’t have given her a second glance. But now?

Lilina had transformed into a stunning, slender young woman, standing gracefully at around 168 centimeters. Her silken hair had turned a vibrant, luminescent purple, flowing down her back and perfectly matching the hue of her wide, expressive eyes that shimmered brightly under the pale moonlight. Even though she had just undergone this massive evolution, she had carefully tidied herself up, washing away the grime of the forest. It was clear she wanted to respect the blessing Rimuru had bestowed upon her—or perhaps, like any woman, she simply loved her beautiful new form. Who wouldn’t want to wake up looking like a model?

Yes, she was incredibly good-looking.

However, if there was one glaring issue with her current state, it was her attire. Or rather, the severe lack of it. The goblins didn’t exactly have a booming textile industry, so Lilina was wearing nothing more than roughly torn pieces of cloth wrapped precariously around her chest and waist. It was the absolute bare minimum required to hide her most private areas, the kind of crude garments meant only to be undone by a lover.

Yet here Suzuki was, submerged waist-deep in the cool river, desperately trying to avert his gaze. The wet cloth clung tightly to her new curves, and through the perilous gaps in the wrapping, the moonlight caught the soft, inviting flush of her bare skin. She was visibly panicking, bowing so deeply in her gratitude that gravity threatened to expose everything she was desperately trying to hide.

Gulp.

Suzuki swallowed hard, inhaling the cool night air to calm his racing heart. He was incredibly thankful that the dark, rippling water of the river was hiding his lower half. He forced his eyes to look at the distant treeline.

”You should go back to the village, Lilina. It’s getting late. The forest is dangerous at night.”

”Ah... yes. Thank you very much, Suzuki-sama.”

”Hmm.”

She hesitated, her bare feet shifting nervously in the soft grass at the riverbank. ”But... are you still going to stay out here for a while?”

”I just want to take a bath for a bit longer.”

In truth, Suzuki just needed the freezing river water to calm his intense physical reaction down. But how could he possibly say that out loud to this innocent, newly-evolved girl? He had to be subtle. He needed to maintain his dignity so he wouldn’t be seen as an improper degenerate.

Then again, as he stared up at the moon, he couldn’t help but realize that his Isekai adventure was rapidly diverging from the standard tropes. The usual light novel protagonist was either a brooding avenger, a dense hero saving the world, or a lone wolf utilizing a broken cheat skill.

His life, on the other hand, was becoming undeniably, aggressively lewd.

It started with Treyni, then cascaded into encounters with various beautiful women in the Blumund Kingdom, the stunning elves in Dwargon, and now? The Goblinas in Rimuru’s expanding forest.

Still, much like his time with the elves in Dwargon, Suzuki firmly believed in his own willpower. He could hold on. He was a man of focus and sheer will.

”Umm... Suzuki-sama? If you don’t mind...” Lilina’s voice was barely a whisper over the sound of the flowing river. ”Do you want me to help you wash?”

”...What?” Suzuki snapped his head back toward her, his iron resolve instantly cracking.

”Um...” Lilina fidgeted, clearly embarrassed. Her cheeks burned with a deep, furious blush, yet her glowing purple eyes held a striking determination. ”I-I know that my presence might be bothering you, but... please... let me help you. What do you think?”

Suzuki gripped the submerged rocks beneath his hands, his knuckles turning white. ”...That’s a very kind offer, Lilina, but let’s not do it.”

”W-Why not?” Her ears drooped slightly, a flash of hurt in her eyes.

”Because you are incredibly charming. If you come in here, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back. I might show you a very inappropriate reaction.”

It was a brutally honest confession. He had to admit that Lilina was dangerously alluring, regardless of her monster lineage. It made him wonder if the universe was playing some sort of karmic joke on him. In most dark fantasy stories, it was the monstrous goblins who viciously attacked human women. Why, in his reality, was he the human desperately trying not to attack the Goblina?

If he really gave in to his desires, he could easily accomplish a feat no human had ever accomplished: conquering the monster females right out from under the noses of their male counterparts.

With his unique ability to evolve and adapt—specifically using the powers he had copied, like the ninja techniques from Naruto—his potential in the bedroom was terrifying.

Wait... if I use the Multi-Size Technique of the Akamichi clan that I learned... on THAT specific part of my body?

Suzuki felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. If he ever utilised that jutsu in this context, he would undoubtedly earn the title ’Lord of the Night.’ It sounded incredibly cool on paper, but in reality, it was absolutely ridiculous.

Regardless, he shook his head to clear the intrusive thoughts. He could hold back. Right here, right now, he refused to be a man controlled entirely by his lower half. He was firm. He was resolute. He would—

Splash.

A soft, rippling sound broke the silence. The cool water around Suzuki shifted, suddenly displaced by a gentle, radiating warmth that pressed against his tense body.

”I-I am so sorry, Suzuki-sama,” Lilina whispered. She was in the river, the water reaching her collarbones, the moonlight catching the droplets on her bare, trembling shoulders. ”I know I might not be as beautiful or experienced as the other women you know... but please. Let me help you.”

Gulp.

At that exact moment, every single thread of Suzuki’s self-restraint violently snapped.

The sheer vulnerability in her glowing eyes, combined with the searing warmth of her hands shyly reaching out beneath the water to tentatively trace his chest down to his sensitive part, completely obliterated his logic. He was instantly reduced to a creature of pure instinct.

He pulled her in, the sudden crash of the water masking her soft, surprised gasp. He took complete control, guiding her through the turbulent flood of emotions and sensations. It was Lilina’s first time, and despite the burning heat in his veins, he forced himself to be as careful and worshipful as possible. Yet, the overwhelming sensory contrast—the cool night air against the burning heat of her skin, the sweet, breathless sounds that escaped her lips, and the impossibly tight, welcoming warmth she offered him—pushed him to the absolute brink.

They were evolved, rational beings, yet under the silver glow of the moon, they tangled together with an almost primal desperation. The river masked the sounds of their intimacy as Lilina’s sweet, melodic voice echoed softly into the night. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, holding onto him as if he were her entire world, pushing him over the edge until he finally, breathlessly, released everything he had been holding back.

When the storm finally passed, Suzuki leaned back against the riverbank, thoroughly refreshed.

However, Lilina was completely spent. Unlike Treyni, the dryad who possessed near-limitless stamina due to her deep, magical connection with the earth, Lilina was still just a newly evolved Goblina. She hadn’t reached the tier of an Enlightened being. Her eyes were heavy, her breathing shallow and exhausted as she leaned limply against his chest.

”You need to rest,” Suzuki whispered softly, brushing a wet strand of purple hair from her face.

”But...” she protested weakly.

”When you recover your strength, we can do this again tomorrow.”

”Hmn~!” A faint, happy smile touched her lips at the promise.

Gathering the last of her energy, Lilina carefully washed herself in the river, her face burning brightly as she realized how intensely his scent now clung to her skin. After a final, lingering kiss, she slipped out of the water and made her way back to the village.

Suzuki remained in the river for a few moments longer, trying to cool his lingering arousal. He knew he shouldn’t push Lilina past her physical limits, but the memory of her soft whimpers and the way she had clung to him made his blood run dangerously hot again.

Dammit!

What was happening to him? When did the genre of his grand Isekai adventure suddenly shift into such a heavy, lewd romance?

He splashed cold water over his face, trying to scrub the lust from his mind. He just needed to go to sleep. He needed to rest and reset his brain.

Wading out of the river, he dried off and quietly made his way back to his temporary tent. But the moment he lifted the fabric flap and stepped inside, his heightened senses were immediately assaulted.

Sleeping peacefully on the small bedroll was Anrietta. Because the tent was so incredibly limited in space, the rich, intoxicatingly mature scent of her body filled the enclosed area, hitting Suzuki’s newly calmed senses like an absolute truck.

His long night, it seemed, was far from over.

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”...................”

Yeah, like... sorry, I can’t help it to go for gobli—

Anyway, for a revenge against a goblin, there is a lot of ways.