Half asleep, I stretched my hand to the side of wherever I was. Naturally, my fingers slipped and I felt it grab onto something very squishy and warm.
A bit more, I squeezed with pleasure and satisfaction. Now that I had felt it more, it was soft and bouncy, naturally floating my palm.
Then, my pinky finger touched what felt like a lid, an erect fleshy lid.
Curious, I half opened my eyes only to see these huge boobs staring at me in the face.
A hand came from behind and buried my face deep into her cleavage, surrounded on both sides by the mighty bosoms.
How did I get here? What was I doing here?!
None of those thoughts concerned me. All I knew was, I was in bliss. To enjoy it as much as I could is the best possible solution here.
Reli...
I pressed on the left bosom uha~~ was the tempting moan let out.
My head sparked full of ecstasy. This gave me the courage to try another bosom, listening to yet another glorious moan.
Relic The...
Relic?! Whose interrupting voice is that?!
No, that shouldn't matter. I was in bliss, that was all that mattered.
Listening to the lustful moan had me so full of life. I wanted more, and the courage to seek it was ignited.
Relic Theophilus...
My name?! Uh... That was my name? How did she know?!...
Letting go of her breath, I took my head out of her bosom and!
Relic Theophilus Alderman, It Is A New Dawn. I Suggest You Wake Up Early To Work On Your Quest Completion
I woke up looking upward at a mushy mouldy roof, my face drenched in the droplings from it.
"Voice".
Yes! Relic Theophilus Alderman
"I hate you, seriously".
Waking up frustrated can be very bad for my health. I need to take it as easy as possible.
This is a new day, I shouldn't let it be soiled by the damned voice.
Reluctantly, I woke myself up wishing I could go back to sleep with not a single care in the world.
Waking up in this constricting mud hut is a slap of reality on my face.
Often is it spoken of how one world can change overnight. In my case, that appeared literal.
Never in my life did I once assume I would wake up surrounded by green-skinned creatures with fangs and claws?
Sigh...
"A new dawn, wouldn't you agree".
Coming out of the hut, I was greeted by Krevin who approached me.
"Yes, right, it is".
My response was awkward, mixed in with an unnecessary crackled laugh.
Stroking the back of my head with my palm, I looked around.
"Is anything happening".
My question was imposed as to why on such a fine morning when the sun had barely surfaced, there were goblins already moving to and fro.
It is distracting and a cause for questioning.
"Don't mind it much. This is just a part of our morning routine".
To think a time would come when I would hear someone call out a morning routine so happily.
A crazy world it is indeed.
I inquired further to probe on what it was the morning routine entailed. His explanation made me understand more.
Being in a dangerous place, the goblins had tasks divided up to ensure their safety in the case of an emergency.
For example, the adult women of the group spend their morning digging the ground to make holes, a very large hole. The constructive reasoning is to provide a place to hide in case they ever come under attack.
The young ones in the group are preparing for their morning exercise. After that is their training and lessons with the likes of Laden, Idon, Fagid, Agatha, and Sir Sarod.
As to what they will be teaching, it consists of; martial arts, historical knowledge, ways of a shaman, ways of a blacksmith, and so on.
I was particularly intrigued by the mention of martial arts and blacksmithing.
It would explain to me better how Laden was good with the sword when I fought him, and how they came to have in their possession a metal-crafted sword.
"What about you, what do you do as your morning routine".
"I hone my body and when the sun comes up I prepare for hunting with Laden and Idon".
I could see the result of the training on his physique. He has a sturdy build like an Orc. Though short, he looked heftier than any Goblin I had ever seen.
If this was a game, he would be perfect for the role of a tank blessed with the natural physique of one.
To think I did battle with someone like that and came out unscathed.
That fantasy feeling has yet to fully sink in, leaving me with quite a lot of wondering moments.
Like how I an underaged got away with local ale drinking and even to the point of passing out.
It was fun and crucial as it allowed me to sleep without any interruption. I was certain that without stuffing myself full of ale, there was no way I would have gotten the needed sleep.
However, the aftereffect left much to be questioned.
"It felt so real".
I looked at my palm and squeezed it hard, reminiscing about that familiar feeling.
Enough about that.
"What can I do to help".
It's nice to see the Goblin settlement very active, how everyone is chipping in one way or the other.
Their natural demonstration of collective responsibility once again pushes me to question why they are considered primitive.
Also, I don't think it would be ideal to see them working while I do nothing but bum around.
That is not a side I want to be showing them as someone intent on ruling over them.
"Master said you don't have to do anything. Oh and I forgot but he asked that I bring you over".
Krevin scratched his head, trying to hide that he had forgotten what his purpose of coming here was.
"Don't sweat it. Just take me to him".
I would have liked to meet with the chief first to discuss plans for a possible one-on-one battle, but oh well.
"About the martial arts training".
I tried to fill in my box of knowledge as I walked alongside Krevin to meet the master.
"Laden! I thought you were-
Abruptly walking over to us, he ignored Krevin's greeting to face me.
"You! I challenge you to a duel".
So he says.