Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

64 Chapter 64

Vincent left the guild feeling uplifted, since he abandoned those dark plots. His state of mind improved, allowing him to focus on the important things.

His own desires!

--| Vincent: 'Let what's coming come! In all senses of the word. Haha!'

Suddenly, his feet stopped outside a certain blacksmith it's sign reading.

--| The Goblin's Anvil |--

This was the store Zarina chose. It was quite interesting to read this. He wondered if the owner was a wrinkled old man, mistaken for a goblin. No matter how much he thought, humans couldn't accept a male goblin on their doorstep, right?

--| Vincent: 'Probably because of their manhood being bigger? Well, it's still small compared to daddy here!'

With a jingle, the wooden door creaked open. Small engravings and cracks filled the door's border. He didn't know; It was a traditional custom for them

--| Raizel 'Master, this shop smells so good! Buy some goblin polish and clean all night long!'

Somehow, she sounded very erotic inside his imagination. He would love to rub her if she could just oil his lance. His head shook from left to right. Organising his thought, Vincent pushed the door fully open. The scent Raizel mentioned filled his nose.

A scent of oil, intense heat and molten steel. He could honestly say it was strangely pleasant. As loud clangs of steel rang out, someone was hammering on an ingot. Vincent became curious, but first waited, avoiding any rude actions.

Two large shelves filled with various weapons and dust blocked his view.

Although interested, he wanted to check the inventory. Somehow it felt like returning to his past, following his mother shopping, however the wallet was now his and free to spend!

--| Weapons |--

[Bronze Longsword] +1

[Steel Gladius]

[Iron Spear] +2

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Vincent browsed the shelves. Nothing could compare to his beautiful Raizel, though. Once she heard those thoughts, her cute face blushed.

No longer bugging him for the special oil, used only for high end weapons. He currently had more money, wanting to keep all his surroundings happy. His hand reached out to the top shelf and chose the best one.

[Goblin Oil] + 4

Created with the finest ingredients! Far superior to dwarven oil! Make your weapons sing in delight! Swoon for your affection! Buy now at the low price of 4 silver 99 copper!

--| Vincent: 'Raizel, do you want this one? I will oil you good later. Which parts do you want oiled?'

--| Raizel: 'My ass...! The base of my shaft and blade, it gets dirty and blunted. Same with the ornament. Make it sparkle! Hmph!'

His mind filled with the image of the blond drill girl, her body naked on a table as he stroked along her belly and thighs, massaging and oiling her up. He couldn't deny that even Vincent Jr. Became excited because of this her ass seemed to have flower tattoo just above it.

--| Vincent: 'That's the ornament, no wonder there's a red flower... I wondered how it would manifest on your body. Haha!'

--| Raizel: 'Oi! Stop thinking about my ass... In public anyway, save that for home in private!'

Somehow, this girl became more honest and perverted since that cave. He also wondered if something linked her mentality to his own changes. Vincent walked along the noisy floor, loud creaks and squeaking followed each step.

--| Vincent: 'God forbid I was a rogue trying to steal...'

Along the dull coloured stone walls, various trinkets and sub weapons lying around; shields, bracers, boots, and gauntlets. They crafted each item extremely well. To be honest, Vincent was sceptical about a goblin blacksmith.

This shop proved his past thoughts wrong. His eyes examined various items moving towards the counter. His ears ringing slightly, because of the person hitting the steel ingot.

With each hammer, sound like a melody of percussion instruments filled the store loud, fierce but with a unique pattern. Once his ears adjusted to the high noise, he could enjoy this unique song of metal and fire.

--| Vincent: 'Was life always this vivid? Each day I spent hidden away, missing life's beautiful splendour.'

--| Silvari: 'Master, it's great that you finally enjoy living!'

--| Efrita: 'Lord, now that you understand our future should be more joyful!'

A faint smile painted itself upon his handsome face. He walked closer to the small room. His eyes peered inside, his body frozen in shock. No, Admiration!

He watched as, with every hammer, the beautiful olive-skinned woman's plump ass would jiggle like his mother's soft, bouncy pudding. Her hips swayed to the side, like a glorious, wobbling, fleshy metronome. Vincent swallowed his saliva. The woman was around 5ft 4 inches.

But her meaty thighs that wobbled each time she adjusted her stance and swung her hammer. He became entranced by the beauty of her flesh. Small pointed green ears, hair messy with sweat from the intense labour, various earrings pierced her ears.

Her pants were a tight pair of denim shorts that revealed a thong that raised into sight with each hammer. The noise was so close, almost deafening no longer entered his ears, only the heavy grunts and panting after each swing.

Vincent was never lustful like this before. He was extremely lustful, but never enough to display it in public. His honest attraction to this woman was purely sexual, as he didn't even know her name yet!

--| 30 minutes later|--

He watched her beautiful curvaceous body quietly, trying to force his club to remain calm and wait for Silvari back home. Tonight would be when he made her stop worrying about his feelings for good.

Finally, with one last clang of steel, the huge black sword became pristine. This weapon was a work of art, created by her grandmother many years ago.

Mel'zeth, a goblin of the Zeth tribe that specialised in metal work and crafting, stretched her body. Sweat poured from her voluptuous body before she turned around, wafting the see-through white shirt that showed her dark purple nipples and olive breasts.

"Ah!? Who are you! I don't have any money, so take my body instead!"

The Zeth tribe is an all-female tribe. Male goblins shy away from the greasy, muscular women of this tribe who are superior in strength and libido. Sometimes, their humour and actions would become misinterpreted by other races.

"I can have your body? Then let's go back to my place?"

Mel felt confused. Most humans disliked goblins, no matter what sex. She was once told by a customer her green skin is like puke and covers her vile flesh up. This super handsome man, with fierce red eyes and hair, seemed oblivious to that.

She admired his body, noticing his powerful muscles displayed through the tight-fitting pants and shirt.

"Can you raise your shirt for me, handsome?"

Her voice seemed to be cheeky, like her inner thoughts slipped out by accident. Mel didn't want to ask this, but honesty was her biggest vice or quality, some would say.

Suddenly, the handsome demi-human with feathered ears lifted his shirt.

A tight, well defined eight pack of abs, chest muscles as if sculpted. Mel could feel the hammer in her hand almost fall from the sweat that gathered in her hands. This man was sex appeal incarnate! He was a temptress of all honest working goblin women.

[Chance to change choice!]

[Accept?]

--| Vincent: 'Accept!'

Something told him, this green girl packed a powerful punch, and he wanted to be the sandbag! His women were all combat units. What if he snagged a blacksmith? Cheaper repairs and cool new armour when he got money!

[New Quest: Tease the Goblin Blacksmith, Mel'Zeth. Kiss her lips for a bonus!]

--| Vincent: 'Oh, Meiya my girl! I wonder if you deserve that kiss instead.'

[You make me blush... But I will always await that kiss!]

Mel couldn't resist the temptation her little feet tapped on the concrete floor filled with waste metal and leathers. She stroked along his body with her slightly rough hands from the hard work. Vincent admired her not as the beautiful woman, but also as a talented blacksmith.

"Do you work out often? Is this natural? How does it feel to be touched?"

Suddenly, her rapid-fire questions took him by surprise.

She couldn't get enough of his tight but delicate skin. Her fingers grasped his abs, rubbed them, not even pretending to hide her blatant desire for him. This was the first time a male in this town, maybe her life treated her like a woman, not a monster, and she wouldn't let this chance go!

"I normal train for several hours in the morning, completely natural. Your cute little hands are very pleasant."

Vincent noticed her eyes became hazy, distant, like she had entered a dream. He couldn't help feeling ticklish from her cold temperature hands. Despite being a blacksmith, her body temperature was frigid. Which felt really nice inside this blazing hot room.

"Oh! Hehe, embarrassing. I am Mel'Zeth, of the Zeth Goblin tribe, always looking for potential husband candidates! Call me Mel, haha! So, big boy, what did you come here for?"

She was not referring to his height as his sneaky goblin hand, adept like her fellow race at stealing. Her hand now slid along his thighs and discovered the club stowed inside his pants as she examined the weapon, which was halfway drawn from its sheath.

"Hello Mel, I am Vincent. At first I came to find my party, member, but your devoted work and bouncing plump ass body stole my attention. Forgive my blunt words. You are just a very attractive woman, especially when working!"

As if he mesmerised, even mind controlled, his honest words came out.

Though it was just his own desires that were announced, this woman's straightforward attitude felt like he didn't need to hide anything and could speak straight with her.

"Wow! You are like a troll down there... Tell me, what's your opinion on fleshy, short stacked, lustful goblins? Shall we grab a bite to eat? Dinner? Or maybe just go back to my place and make a home run right now?"

Her voice became rapid, and the pitch increased the more she spoke, but it was a delightful sound. Not grating or irritating.

Mel seemed to give a slight gut pose, pumping her right arm with a fist. He looked at her gesture and felt it was adorable. Wouldn't this be how men normally acted. Somehow, this situation differed from how he thought.

--| Vincent: 'Am I the one being teased!?'