The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Under the soft lantern light, Kaisen strutted toward the large bed, draped in silks and pillows that probably cost more than his dignity.

Helena looked like a sleeping angel—if angels had curves that could make a saint sin—and Kaisen's heart pounded like a jackhammer on caffeine.

'How the fuck is this bitch so damn perfect? If I'd seen her on the streets, I'd have jumped her like a dog on a fresh, juicy steak!'

His brain knew it was exaggerating, but the rest of him didn't give a shit. He'd have seduced her—smooth, confident, maybe even gotten her to slap him so he could at least feel her hand on his face. Hell, he'd take any contact at this point.

'Man, no matter how many women I taste, it's never fucking enough!'

Kaisen thought, his grin stretching wider than his ego as he closed in on Helena's sleeping form. Her blonde hair was spread out like some kind of sexy halo, and her body was perfectly still—like a gorgeous statue, but with boobs.

He reached out, fingers twitching with anticipation, and ran his hand through her silky hair.

'Damn, this shit's smoother than a politician's lies. What other parts of her are just as soft?'

His thoughts took a detour south as he leaned in and grabbed her ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze like he was testing the ripeness of forbidden fruit.

Helena didn't even flinch, remaining perfectly asleep as Kaisen continued his cheeky exploration. He grinned wider, giving her ass another solid squeeze, relishing how it felt in his hands.

'Fuck, I could play with this all night.'

'Damn, her ass feels just like Alice's, but with a different kind of smoothness. Alice's skin is softer, but Helena's ass is tighter than a drum.'

Kaisen mused, giving her cheeks another firm squeeze like he was testing the resistance on a stress ball. He licked his lips, practically drooling as he continued his hands-on investigation.

The more he touched, the more he wanted, like a kid in a candy store with a fistful of cash.

Kaisen gently lifted her silk lingerie up to her hips, revealing the treasure beneath. His fingers traced the curves of her bare ass, and he could practically feel his cock giving a standing ovation in his pants.

This wasn't just a quick thrill; this was a full-on performance.

Slowly, he leaned down, pressing his lips against her bare skin, savoring the way her ass felt against his mouth. It was like kissing the finest damn dessert he'd ever tasted.

Without hesitation, he stripped naked in record time, like his clothes were suddenly on fire, and continued his dedicated ass worship until he was fully satisfied with his handiwork.

He then gently caressed her hip, making her squirm just a little, and she turned just enough to give him the perfect angle—exactly what he was hoping for.

'Look at that face... those succulent lips, those long lashes... Fuck, this bitch is practically a wet dream come to life. And the best part? She has no clue the players are back in this world.'

Gently, he untied the lace of her silk that was snug around her stomach and slowly pushed it off her perfect bosom, letting those gorgeous boobs spill to her sides like the grand unveiling of a masterpiece.

Kaisen licked his lips like a hungry wolf eyeing a steak as he stared at her pink nipples, already standing at attention like they were begging him to come play. Her boobs were like some perfect mix between a soft pillow and a firm cushion, just the right kind of bounce.

They weren't too firm, not too loose—just fucking perfect as they lay sprawled out to each side, like the most inviting feast he'd ever seen.

He cupped her tits with both hands, savoring the way they fit perfectly against his palms.

'Damn, she's so fucking perfect!'

He thought, giving them a few experimental squeezes like he was testing a pair of stress balls. But instead of calming him down, it just cranked his excitement up to eleven.

Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around one of those inviting nipples, just intending to take a little taste—but damn, was it addictive.

'Sweet. Fucking sweet like candy.'

Kaisen thought as he sucked harder, enjoying the way her tit felt against his tongue like the best damn treat he'd ever tasted. Helena started to squirm under him, her soft moans slipping out even in her sleep as Kaisen continued to feast on her nipple like he was trying to drain it dry.

With a mischievous grin, he pinched her other nipple, relishing the louder moan that escaped her lips like music to his ears.

When he finally pulled away, he admired his handiwork—her tit glistening with his saliva, like a shiny, wet trophy.

'Time to taste those delicious lips.'

He thought, grabbing her jaw with a mix of roughness and care, tilting her head back just enough to get the angle he wanted.

He pressed his lips against hers, starting with a gentle suck before forcing his tongue into her mouth, claiming it like he owned the place. Her mouth tasted like everything he craved, and he was ready to take every last bit of it.

Kaisen was like a kid in a candy store, except this candy was all woman, and he wanted to taste every damn inch of her.

Each kiss had him moaning like he was auditioning for a porno, and as Helena began to squirm more, her eyes fluttering open like she was waking from the world's sexiest dream, he knew it was time to kick things up a notch.

'Enough foreplay—time for the main event. Fuck, I've been holding back since Kara. She's in for a punishment of her own soon.'

Kaisen thought, pulling away from Helena's lips with a grin that could melt steel. Watching her slowly wake up was like watching a present unwrap itself, and he couldn't wait to dive in.