The_Thunder_Lord

Rae, a perverted thief with bad luck and worse life choices, was caught peeping on a couple getting busy. Naturally, he got his ass kicked—and his life ended. 
Or so he thought.
 Just before his untimely demise, Rae had one last wish: to live like a king, surrounded by voluptuous women with big booties and even bigger breasts.

Turns out, death wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. Rae woke up in a fantasy world, and not just any world, but one where he was gifted a special system. A system... with some unusual tastes.

[Ding!]

[Quest: Drink breast milk from the source.]

[Litres: 0/10]

[Reward: Race Change from Goblin to a race of your choosing.]

"Wait—what? I’m a goblin now?!"

From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin’s Guide to Getting a Harem

"I need you to stretch me goood after this, okay?"

"Don't put it like that, honey… that sounded like a crime."

He shook his head as if trying to physically fling the mental image out of his brain.

"O-oh, I'm sorry! I just meant his hands are sooo good! Like, way better than anyone else who's ever—y'know, tried me."

Bryce paused mid-breath and slowly faceplanted into his palms.

Lyra put a finger to her lips, thinking.

"Well... I said he isn't like the others, and his hands are soooo good, like, can perform better—"

"Why are you emphasizing 'sooo goood' like it's a moan in a brothel? Can't you say it like a normal person? 'His hands are effective.' Boom. Done."

"But you understood what I meant, right?"

Verbal Bitching!