The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Helena tried to protest, but her words were cut off as her whole body betrayed her, trembling uncontrollably.

Her toes curled in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as a powerful orgasm tore through her, leaving her no room to deny what was happening.

"Aaaaahhh~"

She cried out, cumming hard around Kaisen's cock, her juices coating him as he groaned in satisfaction.

"N-no way...agggghh~"

Helena whimpered, but Kaisen wasn't about to slow down. He kept thrusting faster, driving her wild despite her already mind-shattering orgasm.

"Y-you're fucking crazy—aahhh~"

Helena moaned, her back arching as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her eyes fluttered closed, but there was no escaping the relentless onslaught.

Kaisen released his grip on her thigh and moved up her body, his hand finding her breast for a firm squeeze before sliding up to her neck. He applied just the right amount of pressure, and Helena whimpered, completely at his mercy.

"All that teasing back at home... The way you'd mock me, tempt me, grind against me when you passed by, just to fuck with my head... Remember that?"

Kaisen growled, his voice dark with a mix of anger and desire as he thrust faster, deeper, making her feel every inch.

"No...aahh~" Helena tried to deny it, but Kaisen wasn't letting her off that easy. He wasn't about to let her forget.

"Remember that slap? For what, accidentally touching your tits? You think I forgot, Helena?"

He snarled, his cock pounding into her as he tightened his grip on her neck just a bit more, enough to make her whimper.

He could feel her pussy squeezing him even tighter, her body responding to the mix of pleasure and the raw, unfiltered intensity of his words.

"I did not sl—aah~"

Helena tried to deny, but her protest was cut off when Kaisen slammed his mouth onto hers in a kiss that was more like an attack than a romance.

He kissed her like he was starving for it, and this time she didn't put up a fight. Helena melted into the kiss, her body trembling in his arms like a bowl of jelly on a vibrating table.

"Now, it's time for your punishment. Enjoy my little gift."

Kaisen declared with a wicked grin. Then, with a few more thrusts, he came hard, his cock twitching and filling her pussy with a load of cum that felt like it was trying to make up for lost time.

Helena trembled, her eyes fluttering closed as her pussy clenched around Kaisen's cock like it was trying to squeeze every last drop from him.

'N-no way...'

Helena thought, her eyes snapping open in shock as she processed the "gift" Kaisen had left her.

Kaisen chuckled darkly as he withdrew, his cock glistening with a combination of Helena's juices and his own cum.

"This is what you get for being a bitch, Helena, dear. Now, I need to rest a little. So take care of yourself."

Kaisen said leaning in to kiss her forehead. Helena was too much in pleasure to even respond. He has pounded her so hard that she forgot to even breath.

All that was left in her was pleasure.

Helena finally mustered what little strength she had left, yanking the silk drape over herself like a queen trying to salvage some dignity after her crown had been knocked off. Her pussy still leaked Kaisen's cum, a reminder of the wild ride she'd just been on.

Meanwhile, Kaisen, with all the nonchalance of a man who'd just finished a casual jog, grabbed his clothes from the floor and tossed them on, strolling out the door like he hadn't just rocked her world.

For Helena, it had been a night of sheer madness, and she silently vowed to herself that she'd find a way to punish this arrogant bastard.

He might have had his fun, but she wasn't about to let him walk away without consequences.

Kaisen, on the other hand, felt like he'd just checked off the last item on his to-do list. Satisfied and thoroughly drained, he headed for a much-needed good night's sleep.

The bed in his new room was nothing short of opulent—luxury on a level that screamed, "You've made it." Sprawled out on the massive mattress, he let out a contented sigh.

"What a fucking day," Kaisen mused to himself, grinning like a kid who'd just raided the candy store.

"Took down the Night Shades, wiped out the Hands of the Night, schooled Vhalla, then fucked her. That's right, banged her good. Then went through another hundred virgins, got tossed out of the game, ran into Kara, found out my idiot brother's somehow a fucking emperor now, and to top it all off, fucked Helena like the grand finale of a fireworks show."

With that, he let sleep take over, a grin still plastered on his face. As he nestled into the soft sheets, Kaisen felt a rush of excitement bubble up inside him.

Why? Because tomorrow, he was diving back into his favorite world, where chaos, conquests, and carnal pleasures awaited him once more.

In the morning, Kaisen was rudely yanked from his dreams by the relentless tapping of that same damn waiter drone. It was like waking up to a woodpecker with a grudge, banging on the door like it had some kind of personal vendetta.

Kaisen had no choice but to get up and open the door, if only to stop the racket.

"What now?"

He grumbled, half-expecting some bullshit early-morning chore. But instead, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise—his stuff had finally been returned!

There was the precious mask he still had no clue about, the broken spider drone that had seen better days, and his trusty VR headset. But something else caught his eye, something small and rectangular that had him grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

"My pager!"

Kaisen exclaimed, holding it up like it was the Holy Grail. This wasn't just any old gadget; this was his lifeline, a relic from the past that sent and received text messages.

Since it wasn't connected to any Authority satellites and ran on ancient tech, it was basically a digital ghost—safe, but slower than a snail on sedatives.

He'd used this baby to run all sorts of shady operations across the city, and it had never let him down. It was also his go-to for sending out SOS signals whenever the Authority came sniffing around the slums.

"Thank you, Mr. Waiter Robot."

Kaisen said with a sarcastic salute, grabbing his stuff and locking the door behind him.

With the pager in hand, he could finally text his friends without the hassle of sneaking down into the city, where every corner could have been hiding an Authority spy just itching to turn him into a walking bullseye.

And that's exactly what he did for the next hour—firing off messages to both Alice and Lloyd. It was no surprise that they were worried sick about him.

After all, his face had been plastered all over the place as the poster boy for rebellion and terrorism.

Alice was relieved to hear from Kaisen, and by some miracle—or maybe just dumb luck—the Authority hadn't come knocking on her door yet, asking questions about him.

Kaisen was pretty sure they knew he was tight with both Alice and Lloyd, so it was only a matter of time before they connected the dots.

Lloyd, on the other hand, was a wreck. The poor guy was sick with worry over Elfie. And honestly, Kaisen couldn't blame him—there was a real chance she'd get booted back to her world along with a certain other Elf, and that was a fate no one wanted.

The thought of Elfie getting thrown into a pit of rabid hyenas didn't sit well with Kaisen either. He needed to get her back, no question about it.

After some quick reassurances, Kaisen told them both to get ready, then clicked off the device. He didn't need to explain what they were preparing for—they already knew the score.

Any questions they had could wait until they were back in "their" world, where they could hash things out properly.

Breakfast came and went, and with no sign of either Kara or Helena, Kaisen figured they were off somewhere doing whatever it was that kept them busy.

He went looking for his brother, and they dove into a conversation about the mission. Kaisen was blunt—he'd name his rewards after locating the sword.

Kayden, ever the curious one, prodded him about Helena, but Kaisen dodged the question like a pro. No way was he getting into that mess right now.

As evening rolled in, Kayden came to Kaisen's room, his expression serious.

"It is time. Are you ready?"

Kayden asked, like he was about to lead an army into battle.

Kaisen flashed a toothy grin and clapped his brother on the back.

"Am I ready? Brother, I was born ready."

Kayden rolled his eyes so hard they almost did a full lap around his skull.

"Just put the damn headset on." h

He muttered. Kaisen, grinning like a kid who just found the last cookie in the jar, eagerly strapped on the VR headset.

But what about the mask? There was no way he was leaving that thing behind for Kayden to poke around with. So, in a stroke of pure, unfiltered genius, he had already tucked it into the back of his pants.

It was snug, it was secret, and it was definitely a fashion statement for another world.

"Alright, Kaisen. I'm gonna lightly tap your headset with my sword, and you'll be back in the game, alright?"

"Yeah, just don't go all Conan and slice my head off, okay? Light tap, not a decapitation."

"Yeah, yeah, I've got this. Just shut up and let me work my magic."

"Bitch."

Kayden couldn't help but crack a smile as he gently tapped the headset with the hilt of Lightless.

The sword's mana hummed through the air, and the headset buzzed to life like an old TV warming up.

"Holy fuck! It works. It really worked!"

Kaisen's voice rang out in amazement as the light from the headset enveloped him, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished, poof, like a magician's best trick.

Kayden stared at the empty space where his brother had been, completely dumbfounded.

"Damn. That's some dumb fantasy shit, alright."

...

Meanwhile, in another world entirely, Kaisen materialized out of nowhere, feet hitting solid ground. He took a deep, satisfying breath, the air of his favorite world filling his lungs.

"I'm back, baby!" he shouted to the heavens, grinning like he'd just won the lottery.