The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Kaisen's smirk widened as he eyed the newcomer. He had anticipated someone showing up if the little kitten made enough noise, but he hadn't expected it to be this lovely feline.

"I'm not in danger, Oneechan. I'm just testing my prey, that is all. Don't worry about anything—"

Rony started, trying to save face. He didn't want to admit he was out of his depth after boasting he could catch a mere human without breaking a sweat.

But before he could finish, both Kaisen and Ronali cut him off in unison.

"Shut up, brat!"

"Shut up, brat!"

Their simultaneous command was delivered with such authority that Rony shrank back, the bravado drained from his face.

He realized he was way out of his league, caught between two forces who clearly weren't playing around.

Kaisen and Ronali's eyes met again, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. Ronali could sense that this man wasn't just some random human wandering into their territory—he was powerful.

Her brother, in all his eagerness to prove himself, had stumbled upon a hunter, not prey.

Kaisen, meanwhile, found himself intrigued by the fiery sister. Not in his usual, perverse way—he was trying to leave that behind, to become a better man, a better lover.

But there was something about her strength, her protective nature, that struck a chord with him.

Kaisen wasn't in the mood to add another woman to his harem—not right now, at least.

His current lineup of girls needed his full attention, and he wasn't about to let his dick get distracted.

But just because he wasn't looking to expand his collection didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a prime cut of meat when it was right in front of him.

And let's be honest, the woman standing before him was no mere quality; she was premium-grade, the kind of flesh that made a man's mouth water.

Fierce and courageous—those were qualities he could respect. Hell, if she had been a bit older, maybe he'd have even entertained the idea of giving her a taste of what he had to offer. But she wasn't a milf, and that was a dealbreaker for him.

Milfs were a whole different breed. The type of women whose faces were etched with wisdom and bodies honed by experience.

Women who knew exactly what they were missing and precisely what they wanted. They didn't need to be wooed with sweet talk or games.

No, milfs were blunt, straightforward, and to the point. They didn't waste time beating around the bush. Seduce them, and they'd take the reins, guiding you into the kind of sinful pleasure only maturity could offer.

Virgins had their appeal, sure. The tightness, the novelty—but the inexperience could be a real pain in the ass.

Meanwhile, a seasoned milf in her late thirties or early forties knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't shy about getting it.

She'd take what she wanted, how she wanted it, leaving you to do little more than keep up with her pace.

Kaisen sized up the woman before him, and he couldn't help but sigh internally.

If only she were a few years older, with the kind of breasts that had felt the weight of time and a body that knew how to handle a real man.

Then, maybe, just maybe, she'd be worth his time.

But for now, she'd have to settle for admiration from a distance—because Kaisen was in no mood to break in another rookie.

"Your brother was the one who came at me, claws out, promising to spill the beans if I caught him. And here we are. So, I've earned some answers."

Ronali bit down on her lip, her eyes darting between her brother and Kaisen.

The last thing she wanted was this man anywhere near her little brother, especially not when he radiated such a dangerous aura.

"Y-You let him go. He's just a kid; he doesn't know much about anything. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Kaisen raised an eyebrow.

"And how do I know you know anything worth my time?"

"I know everything there is to know. From the latest king of this kingdom to the first Light Bearer himself. Just let my brother go, and I'll tell you everything."

Kaisen felt a flicker of intrigue. The idea that the cat tribe might be sitting on a treasure trove of ancient secrets was amazing, but he wasn't about to show his cards just yet.

"And if you disappoint me?"

Ronali hesitated, the words sticking in her throat before she forced them out.

"Then... then you can punish me."

Kaisen's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Punishment? You have no idea what kind of punishment I have in mind, kitty."

His eyes roved over her body, drinking in every curve and contour with a gaze that was as sharp as it was hungry.

Ronali swallowed hard, a cold shiver running down her spine as she fought to keep her composure. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl, but she couldn't afford to show weakness.

Not now.

The lump in her throat bobbed as she forced herself to meet his gaze, dread pooling in her stomach at the thought of what this man might do if she didn't measure up to his expectations.

No matter how hard Kaisen tried to be the better man, the relentless pull of his perverted instincts always yanked him back to square one. It was as if his DNA had been coded with the essence of a third-rate villain, and no amount of moral posturing could overwrite that base programming.

'Just a peek. A harmless look, nothing more.'

"But I'll accept your proposal."

Kaisen said, his tone deceptively smooth as he let go of Rony's leg. The kitten landed on his feet with that trademark feline grace, his surprise evident but quickly masked by youthful bravado.

'Well, cats are cats.'

Kaisen thought with a shrug.

Rony dashed behind his sister like a scared child hiding from the boogeyman, peeking out at Kaisen with wide, wary eyes. The sight made Kaisen chuckle—there was something endearing about the little brat's defiance.

'Cute kid. I'm starting to like him.'

"So, where can we discuss?"

"Hut...My hut," Ronali replied, her gaze never leaving his.

It was clear she was playing a risky game, trying to balance the need to protect her brother with the instinct to lead this stranger into the heart of their village. She was banking on the strength of her people, especially the village elder, a shaman even the Ashbourne king respected.

Surely, no mere human could pose a threat against such power.

But what Ronali didn't realize was that this particular motherfucker standing before her couldn't care less about the Ashbourne king, the shaman, or any other so-called power in the region.

Kaisen's hunger for lust was insatiable, a beast that could turn her entire village into a mass orgy if he so desired.

The thought of it stirred something dark and primal within him, and he had to force himself to stay focused on the task at hand.

For now.