Chapter 282 Innocence and Purity

Suzuka settled into the middle of the bed and Silvia nestled herself on one side. Olivia's curiosity was piqued at the mention of Hermit's secret lair and his precious hatchlings. With a playful twinkle in her eyes, she couldn't resist the urge to investigate further.

Kneeling beside the bed, Olivia peered beneath the bedframe, her gaze searching for any sign of Hermit's hidden sanctuary. In the dim light under the bed, she caught sight of a small figure huddled in the shadows, his form barely visible within the tangle of blankets and discarded belongings.

With a soft chuckle, Olivia called out to Hermit in a teasing whisper.

 "Psst... Hermit," she called, her tone gentle.

 "What treasures do you have hidden away down here, hmm?"

Hermit's eyes widened in surprise at Olivia's playful voice, his heart racing at the unexpected attention. Slowly crawling from his nook-nest, he peered up at Olivia with fear and curiosity, unsure what to expect from the kind woman kneeling beside the bed.

With a coy smile, Olivia reached out a hand to gently pat Hermit on the head, her touch light and reassuring. 

"Come on out, little goblin," she urged, her voice soft and inviting.

 "Don't be shy. I promise I won't bite... much."

Hermit hesitated momentarily, his gaze darting between Olivia and the safety of his hidden lair. But in the end, curiosity got the better of him, and he emerged from beneath the bed, his tiny form trembling with nervous anticipation.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Olivia leaned in closer to Hermit, her voice a whisper filled with curiosity and intrigue.

 "So, Hermit, you mentioned something about precious hatchlings hidden away down here. Mind if I take a peek?"

Hermit's eyes widened in surprise at Olivia's request, his heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and worry. With a hesitant nod, he gestured towards the shadows beneath the bed,  "Um, sure, kind lady... but please, be careful. They're... they're very hurt. Gentle touch, please."

With a coy smile, Olivia peered into the darkness below. With gentle fingers, she brushed aside the blankets, revealing a hidden nest nestled in the corner of Hermit's secret lair. And there, cradled snugly in the cozy confines of the nest, were the precious hatchlings Hermit had spoken of. Tiny creatures with wide, curious eyes and big delicate ears. They chirped softly stirring from their slumber, their tiny forms trembling from the injuries that married their pitiful forms, bruised from the vicious fox attack. Their once vibrant green colors were now muted, their delicate skin torn and tattered, and their eyes filled with pain and fear.

Olivia reached out a hand to gently stroke the head of one of the injured hatchlings, her touch soft and tender. The poor creature whimpered in response, its small body trembling with pain as it nuzzled against Olivia's hand, seeking comfort in her gentle touch. They were so small, so fragile, and yet they had endured so much suffering in their tiny lives.

As Olivia gazed upon the injured and pitiful hatchlings, a wave of sadness washed over her. With a heavy heart, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the tiny creatures before her.

With a soft sigh, Olivia voiced her deepest hope, her words filled with a melancholy longing.

 "They deserve a chance at a better life, free from cruelty and suffering. I hope... I hope these tiny creatures won't grow up to be like the evil goblins."

Hermit's tiny frame convulsed with emotion as he listened to Olivia's words, his simple goblin mind struggling to comprehend the weight of her statement. With a fervor born of desperation, he swore by all the gods and by his own worthless life that the hatchlings of his kin would never succumb to the darkness of the evil goblins.

"No, no, no! N-never! Never I say!" Hermit yelped, his voice trembling with hurt.

 "By all the gods, spirits, and the creator of all things! And... and with my worthless life, I swear! I swear that these hatchlings will never turn into evil goblins, never! Never I say! It's impossible, you see? It is! My kin, we're bred to be servants, slaves, submissive. Not evil. We don't have the urge for evil, no we don't! We only know good. Friendship, and love, that's all we long for!"

His words tumbled out in a jumble of confusion, his dimwitted mind struggling to articulate the thoughts racing through his head. But despite his lack of articulation, Hermit's conviction burned bright as he spoke of his kin's innocence and purity.

"We long for nothing more than warmth and love. And I swear, with every fiber of my being, that my kin will never become like the evil goblins. Never! N-never I tell you! You have to believe me, kind lady."

Tears welled up in Hermit's eyes as he pleaded with Olivia, his voice cracking with emotion.

 "Please, please Master Olivia, don't lump my kin and me in with the likes of evil goblins," he begged, his words tumbling over each other in his haste.

 "It hurts me more than being tortured with a scorching torch to be compared to evil goblin! We're different, we are! We are! I swear it! I do! I... we have feelings, we have hearts! We long for nothing more than friendship and love! Please, please don't lump us in with the likes of those evil goblins," he begged, his voice quivering with anguish.

 "We may be simple goblins, but we're not evil. We're just..."

With his words trailing off, Hermit sank to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs, his heart heavy with the weight of his words. Though his mind may be dim and his thoughts scattered, his conviction burned bright with the belief that his kin was capable of goodness.

Olivia's lips curled into a playful smile as she listened to Hermit's passionate defense of his kin. With a gentle chuckle, she reached out to pat him on his wrinkled head, her touch light and reassuring.

"Oh, Hermit," she said, her tone gentle but teasing, "I never meant to hurt your feelings, you silly little goblin. I had no idea that your kin were so different from the rest of the goblins. I suppose I just assumed that all goblins were the same. But it seems I was wrong. It just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover, right?"

A bittersweet smile graced his lips as he absorbed her kindness and understanding, a warmth spreading through his tiny goblin frame.

"Thank you, Master Olivia. Your words... It means more to me than you'll ever know." Hermit murmured to himself, his voice tinged with both happiness and sadness. 

With a sense of relief washing over him, Hermit scurried back under the bed, his tiny form curling protectively around the injured hatchlings. Nestling them close to his chest, he enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, his heart swelling with love and devotion for his precious kin.

Meanwhile, Olivia settled onto the bed beside Suzuka, her body sinking into the soft mattress as she closed her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her. The gentle patter of rain against the window provided a soothing backdrop to the night, lulling them into a state of tranquility.

As the night wore on and the gentle rhythm of rainfall outside continued, Suzuka began to toss and turn restlessly in her sleep. Her limbs shifted and writhed beneath the covers, her dreams filled with visions of adventure and excitement. In her sleep, she began to wrestle with Silvia, her strong yet soft body wrapping tightly around Silvia's slender form. With each movement, Suzuka's powerful embrace pressed Silvia's delicate body closer to her own, their forms entwining in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

 With the strength of a titan and the softness of a lover, Suzuka's embrace tightened around Silvia, squeezing the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping for breath. She tried to plead for release, but the pressure of Suzuka's grip left her unable to speak, her words reduced to soft, muffled moans that escaped from her lips.

Silvia's slender frame was no match for Suzuka's powerful hold, her soft moans of discomfort muffled by the press of Suzuka's ample breasts against her own. Each breath became a struggle as Suzuka's strong body enveloped her, leaving Silvia helpless in her grasp.

But just as Silvia feared she would be snuggled to death by Suzuka's unconscious affections, salvation arrived in the form of Olivia. With a jealous chop to Suzuka's head, Olivia managed to rouse her from her slumber, causing Suzuka to release Silvia from her grasp.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Silvia looked up at Olivia with gratitude, her eyes wide with shock at the sudden turn of events. Olivia offered Silvia a gentle apology on Suzuka's behalf, reassuring her that Suzuka was simply lost in her dreams.

With a reassuring smile, Olivia wrapped her arms around Suzuka, pulling her close and positioning herself in the middle of the bed, shielding Silvia from any further advances and enjoying the warmth of Suzuka's touch. As Suzuka snuggled against Olivia's warm embrace, Silvia couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety wash over her, grateful for Olivia's protective presence.

Meanwhile, Suzuka, still lost in the depths of her dreams, shifted restlessly in her sleep, her movements becoming more erratic with each passing moment. Her fingers brushed against Olivia's skin, tracing delicate patterns along her curves as she murmured under her breath. With a soft sigh, Suzuka nuzzled closer to Olivia, her lips brushing against her neck in a tender kiss.

As morning broke, soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Suzuka stirred from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering open as she yawned and stretched.

Beside her, Silvia and Olivia lay nestled in each other's arms, their breathing slow and steady. With a contented smile, Suzuka reached out to gently stroke their hair, savoring the peaceful moment.

Turning to face Olivia, Suzuka smiled sleepily, her gaze soft with affection. 

"Good morning, my love," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Olivia's cheek.

Olivia's eyes twinkled with warmth as she returned Suzuka's affectionate gesture, her arms tightening around her in a loving embrace.

 "Good morning, Suzu," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.

 With a shared nod, they quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Silvia who still slept soundly beside them.

As they made their way downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted them, along with the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs. With a satisfied sigh, Suzuka and Olivia took their seats at the table.