Gray landed on the ground with a controlled impact, bending his knees at just the right moment to dissipate the force. The earth yielded slightly beneath his feet, leaves and dust rising into the air. Before the wolves even noticed his new presence, he was already moving.
He took two steps away from the center of the fight and crouched down, carefully placing Nilou on the soft ground, in the shade of an exposed root. The contrast was immediate: the blue slime seemed even more alive out there, its surface reflecting points of light filtered through the leaves.
"Stay here," Gray said, his voice firm but low. "And be careful."
Nilou vibrated, clearly annoyed. "Nilou helps."
He turned his face to her, serious for a moment. "Not yet." His hand landed lightly on her surface, in an almost automatic gesture. "You're small. They bite."
She undulated, as if thinking, then made a small sound of dissatisfaction. "Hmph."
Gray straightened up and, without ceremony, bent down again to pick up a stone from the ground. It wasn't large, but it fit well in his hand—heavy enough to break bone, smooth enough not to slip. He twirled it once between his fingers, testing the weight, the muscles in his arm reacting easily to the movement.
The goblins had finally seen him.
There was a second of confusion. A naked human appearing out of nowhere, in the middle of the fight, holding only a stone.
One of the wolves noticed too. It growled, shifting focus.
Gray smiled.
It wasn't an arrogant smile. It was simple. Calm. Too confident for the situation.
"I'll be right back," he said, glancing quickly at Nilou over his shoulder.
She cheered again, this time more restrained. "Come back."
"I'll be right back," he confirmed.
Then he took his first step forward, his body relaxed, the stone firm in his hand, while the wolves began to reposition themselves, unaware of his presence.
Blood was still dripping when the sensation came.
It wasn't explosive like before—it was drier, more direct, like a final click fitting something into place. The mana within Gray reorganized itself once more, denser, more obedient, reacting to what he had just done as if to say, yes, that's how it should be.
The interface appeared unceremoniously.
[Enemy eliminated]
[Gray Wolf – Rank F]
[Experience gained]
[Level increased]
[Current level: 6 → 7]
The statistics adjusted in the background, but Gray didn't even pay attention. He ran his hand over his face, spreading even more blood, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Heh… Really," he murmured to himself. "Free XP."
It was only then that he turned around.
The four goblins stood still, in absolute silence.
Weapons still raised, heavy breathing, eyes wide. None seemed seriously injured, but all were… rigid. Not in a fighting stance—in shock. The kind of shock that comes after seeing something you can't simply wrap your head around.
A naked human… Covered in blood… Smiling slightly… With a crushed wolf behind him.
Gray tilted his head, finally realizing the strange atmosphere.
"…Are you alright?" he asked, in a tone almost too normal for the scene.
None answered immediately.
Their gazes went from the wolf's body to his face. From his face to his blood-stained hands. One of the goblins gripped the spear shaft tighter, not out of threat—out of instinct.
Then one of them stepped forward.
She had slightly torn ears, an old scar cutting across her eyebrow, and an expression that mixed disbelief with sheer lack of filter. She spat on the ground beside her, still staring Gray up and down.
"Damn it," she said, without blinking. "A crazy human."
The other three reacted instantly.
"Hey—"
"Don't talk like that—"
"What the hell—"
The goblin raised her hand, telling them all to be quiet, and pointed directly at him.
"What the fuck was that, man?" she questioned, her voice hoarse, direct, dirty like a slap. "You fell from the sky, killed a wolf with your bare hands, and smiled amidst the carnage."
She narrowed her eyes. "You are what?"
Gray held the goblin's gaze for a moment longer than necessary. There was no hurry in him, no guilt, no need to justify himself. Just… assessment.
Then he pointed to himself, the gesture simple, almost casual.
"I'm not human," he said. His voice came out calm, too clear for someone covered in blood.
"I'm a Doppelganger."
The silence that followed was almost comical.
The goblin in front blinked once. Twice.
"...A doppel what?" she questioned, frowning as if she'd heard someone curse their own mother in an unknown language.
The other three murmured softly.
"Is that an animal's name?"
"Sounds like something a wizard would say."
"Is he making fun of us?"
Gray sighed slightly, as if he'd expected this.
"Doppelganger," he repeated, a little slower. "I copy forms."
Without warning, he raised his right hand.
His fingers began to disintegrate.
It wasn't a quick trick—it was gradual enough to be impossible to deny. The skin lost its texture, the contours dissolved, and in seconds his hand turned into a dense, black mist, undulating like living smoke before recomposing itself.
The goblins recoiled half a step at the same time.
"Damn it—"
"That's not ordinary magic."
"He turned to smoke—"
Before any of them could truly react, Gray turned to the wolf's corpse behind him.
"...System," he thought.
[Predator activated.]
The shadow at his feet stretched, thin and silent, enveloping the dead wolf's body. There was no spectacle—just a subtle effect, as if the creature's essence were being silently ripped away.
[Assimilated form: Gray Wolf]
[Abilities: none compatible detected]
Gray felt the information sink in. No extra gain. No surprise. I expected it.
Then, before the wide eyes of the four goblins, his body changed.
His bones cracked.
His silhouette fell forward.
Skin turned to fur.
Muscles rearranged themselves in the blink of an eye.
Where before there had been a naked and bloodied human, now there was a gray wolf, larger than normal, its eyes too intelligent for a common animal.
The transformation ended as cleanly as it began.
The wolf tilted its head… and spoke.
"See?" the voice came from the lupine mouth, strangely clear.
"I copy the appearance."
Two of the goblins let out sincere curses. The third put her hand to her chest. The fourth simply stood there speechless.
"You've got to be kidding me…"
"He spoke."
"The wolf spoke."
Gray returned to his original form in a stream of dark mist, reassuming his human body in seconds. When he finished, he noticed something important: the spears were no longer pointed at him. Their shoulders had relaxed. Raw fear had turned into… curiosity.
Dangerous curiosity.
For a brief second, a thought crossed his mind, cold and automatic.
"I could kill them now and gain XP… They're close. Four targets. Improvised weapons…"
His gaze swept over their hands. Simple spears. Short knives. Well-cared for, but far from being "sticks," as they had appeared from a distance.
He dismissed the thought.
Not out of morality.
Out of convenience.
It was then that he noticed something else.
The goblins were approaching.
One of them leaned in, sniffing the air near his shoulder. Another lightly touched his arm, as if to confirm that it was real meat. The third circled behind him, observing his musculature, his posture. The last one stood in front, eyes half-closed, assessing everything. "He smells strange," one commented.
"But he's not an enemy," said another, uncertain.
"He doesn't even seem human," murmured the one with the scar, touching her own chin.
Gray stood motionless.
"...Do you always smell strangers who save you?" he asked, in a dry tone, but without hostility.
The goblin in front gave a crooked half-smile.
"Only the interesting ones," she replied.
Behind him, a few meters away, Nilou vibrated slightly, observing the scene in absolute silence.
The goblins approached even closer, the circle tightening slowly, like predators assessing prey that had suddenly become an ally.
Gray felt the air change—their scent was earthy, mixed with the sweat of the fight and something feral, instinctive. He didn't move, but the muscles in his back tensed reflexively.
"What the hell kind of situation is this?" he questioned, cornered.
It was the shortest goblin, with pointed ears and an improvised tattoo on her forearm, who acted first.
She reached out without hesitation, her calloused fingers lightly brushing his thigh, curiously moving up to his exposed penis.
Even flaccid, it was large—thick at the base, hanging with natural weight between his muscular legs. She touched it as if it were an exotic weapon, squeezing lightly, testing its texture.
"Damn, look at this," she murmured, her voice hoarse with excitement. "It's flaccid and it's already bigger than Krag's."
"Hey, take your hand away," Gray said as he felt a demonic gaze piercing his back.
The others laughed softly, a guttural and dirty sound, but their eyes gleamed.
The one behind—the one who had been circling around—slid her hand down his abdomen, shamelessly enveloping his penis with her entire palm, massaging it slowly, as if she wanted to measure its length.
"Heavy as hell. Are humans like this?"
Gray blinked, his body reacting despite the surprise. The touch was direct, no frills, firm and exploratory. He took an instinctive step back, trying to create space. "Hey, hold on—"
But the goblin with the scar moved quickly.
She circled behind him in an instant, her small but strong body pressing against his back.
Her arms encircled his waist, one hand on his chest, the other sliding down to grip the base of his penis from behind, preventing any retreat.
"Quiet, doppel," she whispered in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his skin. "We're just… analyzing."
The leader at the front crouched down unceremoniously, her eyes fixed on his now semi-erect penis, manipulated by the others. She reached out, encircling it with her fingers, masturbating him slowly, slowly, feeling it throb and grow in her calloused palm.
"Look... It's getting hard. The goblins' thing is really small. Like a finger. This one... it's like a sword." She laughed, a low, predatory sound, squeezing harder as she examined each vein, each swelling inch. "How much bigger does it get? Copy this too?"
The others didn't stop. The shorter one sucked on her fingers and ran them over his glans, lubricating it, while the one behind him lightly nibbled at his shoulder, keeping him trapped. The fourth goblin joined in now, touching his heavy balls, rolling them in her hand as if they were treasures.
"F-fuck, stop it," Gray grunted, his cock now fully hard, throbbing under the multiple touches—thick as a fist, veins bulging, the head swollen and red.
He could easily break free, transform into smoke or a wolf and end it in a second.
But... why not? Why did he just let them do whatever they wanted? Well, it felt good. 'Damn, this goblin knows how to masturbate well…'
And also… his body responded, mana flowing hot, mixing with raw pleasure. It seemed that… his mind was against the current of his body, so he accepted the pleasure!
Nilou, still at the distant root, vibrated stronger, a buzz of jealousy or curiosity echoing low. But the goblins didn't even notice, lost in exploration.
"Let us test it properly," murmured the leader, licking her lips as she leaned closer, her warm breath on sensitive skin. "I promise I won't bite… too much."
'This goblin… is actually quite cute.' Gray held the leader's gaze for a second, his cock throbbing in her hand, the touches of the other goblins making it impossible to ignore the heat rising through his body.
'Well… why not?' He smiled sideways, his voice coming out deep, hoarse from the excitement mixed with the residual adrenaline of the fight.
"Want to continue?" he said, bluntly, without beating around the bush. "Then put it in your mouth and suck."
The goblins froze for a moment, their eyes wide with surprise—but not shock. A predatory glint appeared in them, as if he had lit a fuse.
The leader blinked once, then chuckled softly, her sharp teeth gleaming.
"How humans talk… Pervert?" Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his penis in one gulp, her lips stretching around its thickness.
Her rough tongue grazed the glans, sucking with immediate force, sucking as if she wanted to suck his soul out with it. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating directly in his penis, while her hands gripped the base, masturbating what didn't fit in her small mouth.
The others were not far behind.
The one behind him released his chest only to crouch beside the leader, licking the exposed side of his penis, her tongue tracing pulsating veins.
The shorter one joined in from below, hungrily sucking his balls, one at a time, while the fourth goblin rubbed her breasts against his thigh, nibbling at the inner skin.
"AAAnnnngggghh~" Gray groaned loudly, his hand instinctively going to the leader's hair, guiding her head up and down.
She sucked voraciously, drooling down her chin, swallowing deeper with each thrust—throat tight, muffled giggles mixed with wet sounds.
"Fuck… like that," he murmured, his hips moving slowly, fucking her mouth with control.
The air filled with guttural moans, the smell of sex and earth.
Nilou vibrated more intensely in the background, undulating restlessly, but the goblins were lost in the moment, competing to see who could make him come first.
The leader sped up, eyes fixed on his, sucking with everything—lips sealed, cheeks sunken, saliva dripping.
"Go on… give it to me," she teased between gasps, before plunging again.