❝She thought it was a goblin. She truly believed it.❞

She ventured into the mountain cave, only to repay a fleeting debt of shelter.
With the drug still lingering, magic in disarray, her hypersensitive skin and clouded mind led her step by step toward the wrong path—

—until, deep in the darkness, her purity was taken from behind by “something.”

Panting. Trembling. Climax.
In the haze of shame and confusion, she did not break free.
Afterward, he donned the mask of a savior and whispered:

“That was a mutant goblin. You’re poisoned… I must neutralize it with my seed.”

Thus began the second round of “rescue”—
One she could neither refuse, nor doubt, but only accept, endure, and sink into.

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