The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

The woman took her hands off the bike and slowly removed her helmet. Kaisen watched the scene unfold with the kind of anticipation that made him forget he was inches away from a grisly end just moments ago.

As she pulled off the helmet, her platinum blonde hair cascaded down like a shimmering waterfall, revealing a face that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

"Aaah~" she sighed, stretching her arms above her head, hooking one hand to the other in a way that accentuated every curve.

Her ass cheeks spread against the bike seat, a sight that had Kaisen's eyes practically popping out of his head. Her full breasts, straining against the constraints of a leather jacket that zipped all the way from her neck to her lower hips, pushed forward invitingly.

It was like the universe had decided to throw him a bone—one hot as hell, wrapped in tight leather and oozing sex appeal. Kaisen felt his dick twitch in response, the thrill of danger and lust mingling into a cocktail of pure, unadulterated arousal.

"Ah, seems I arrived just in time to catch the party..."

She purred, her voice dripping with a sultry authority that sent shivers down his spine.

It was the kind of voice that could both seduce and dominate, a sweet yet commanding tone that made him want to submit and worship. She gazed at him with mischievous blue eyes, her full red lips curling into a playful smile.

It was the look of a woman who knew exactly the effect she was having and was relishing every moment of it.

Kaisen found himself utterly speechless, unable to conjure any clever pickup lines or witty remarks. This woman radiated an aura of a dom mommy.

The way she carried herself made it clear: she was in control, and any thoughts of trying something naughty would likely end in delicious, delicious regret.

Gulp

—something inside him stirred, something new and primal.

Just a moment ago, he'd been lamenting the lack of hot women in his life, and now, here he was, lying on the ground with broken bones and staring up at the hottest woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

(Though, to be fair, Kaisen had a habit of labeling any attractive woman as the hottest—he was a bit of an idiot when it came to the fairer sex.)

She placed the helmet on the handlebar with a casual grace and then, in one fluid motion, swung her leg over the bike. It was like watching a goddess descend from Olympus.

Her movements were a masterclass in sensuality, every inch of her body exuding a raw, sexual energy. The way her leather-clad thighs flexed, the slight bounce of her chest as she dismounted, and the curve of her hips—all of it was designed to drive any man wild.

Kaisen felt a stirring in his pants, his dick twitching as if in response to a silent command from her.

He could now see her frame fully, and it was enough to make his dick twitch with anticipation.

Her breasts were straining so hard against that leather outfit that he was sure if the zipper holding all that glorious meat in place slipped even a little, her tits would pop out like champagne corks at a New Year's Eve party.

Her hips and waist formed a perfect hourglass, and her long, meaty thighs were hugged tight by those sinful leather pants. Overall, she was the total fucking package.

Kaisen wasn't the only idiot shamelessly ogling her body; the goons who had moments ago been ready to bash his skull in were now as silent as monks.

Poor Bulldozer had his head blasted into oblivion, and his lackeys weren't even trying to avenge him.

But Kaisen couldn't blame them. Hell, he understood them better than anyone else could.

"Looks like you boys are having such a good time. How about I turn up the heat a bit more... with a dazzling display of fireworks just for you?"

Every time she spoke, it was like rubies rolled off her tongue. Her voice was that sensual, dripping with the kind of allure that could make a nun question her vows.

Aveline was a mommy with a body that screamed authority but became sweet later, but this woman was something else entirely.

She had a maturity in her voice and body that made it clear she knew exactly how to handle herself—and anyone lucky or foolish enough to cross her path.

She looked like she was in her late twenties, but everything about her screamed seasoned seductress.

Kaisen's mind was a whirlpool of lust and awe. The way she moved, the way she spoke—it was like she was custom-built to turn him on.

He didn't even care that he was lying on the ground with broken bones; his mind was too busy imagining what it would be like to fuck her.

His dick was already straining against his pants, and he was pretty sure he'd cum in his pants if she so much as touched him.

In the next moment, the woman's wrist split open like some kind of high-tech flower blooming, revealing complicate machinery twisting and turning until her palm transformed into a fucking shotgun.

All of Kaisen's initial excitement drained faster than a beer keg at a frat party. She could literally blast his dick off if he tried anything, and she had that look—the kind that said she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

'Gotta be careful with this one,'

Kaisen thought, his cocky grin fading faster than his bravado.

The goons, snapping out of their horny-induced stupor, finally realized that they were facing a woman who could kill them as easily as they could ogle her. Kaisen chuckled internally.

These fools were the same everywhere: all bravado and balls until a woman showed up. Then they'd trip over their own feet to impress her, forgetting the mission and their own survival instincts.

Not like him at all.

"Heh, too little, too late, boys... Let's see if you can handle a real show."

Boom~

The woman fired her first shot, and one of the goons' heads exploded like a watermelon at a county fair. The rest of them descended into chaos, fumbling with their weapons and generally looking like they wished they were anywhere else.

Meanwhile, she walked toward Kaisen, her shotgun hand still trained on the goons, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

Boom~

Another head exploded like an overripe watermelon, leaving only three goons standing. They charged at her, desperate and wild-eyed.

She walked with the calm grace of a lioness on the hunt, stepping over Kaisen's sprawled form to stand directly above him.

She stopped just above his head, and Kaisen found himself staring up at a sight that could only be described as divine.

The tight leather stretched over her breasts was so snug that it obscured her face, leaving only those heavenly melons in his line of sight.

They were perfectly proportioned, like they were crafted by the gods themselves, and Kaisen imagined his head fitting snugly between them, cushioned by their divine softness.

Boom~

Boom~

The shotgun in her transformed hand continued to spew bullets, but Kaisen barely noticed. All he could focus on was the subtle jiggle of her breasts with each shot, like ripples across a serene lake.

It was a mesmerizing sight, the kind that made you forget all your troubles and just appreciate the beauty of the universe.

'She is indeed a gift from God, how lucky am I...'

Boom~

Another bullet fired from her hand cannon, the final one, and white smoke curled from the barrel like a sinister invitation. The stench of death hung in the air, turning the city's usual gloom into something more macabre, like the Grim Reaper had just thrown a house party.

The eerie silence that followed snapped Kaisen back to reality. Eyes wide, he tilted his head up, only to see several headless bodies sprawled on the ground in a grotesque parody of a Picasso painting done by a drunk toddler.

'Shit...this woman...she is...a bad ass!!!'

Before he could fully process the carnage, he felt a sudden weight on his crotch. His head snapped back to find her crouching down, more like sitting on top of him, with a slutty, evil smile plastered on her face.

The heat from her nether regions practically seared through his clothes, and his dick started to harden, making it an uncomfortable perch for her.

She wiggled a bit to get comfortable, pressing down in a way that made Kaisen groan silently as her tight leather-clad ass squashed against his growing manhood, which strained to form a bulge of its own inside his pants.

The woman leaned in closer, her face inches from his, and Kaisen gulped audibly. Heat spread across his cheeks as he tried, and failed, to meet her piercing blue eyes, diverting his gaze like a shy teen encountering his first crush.

Her cherry-red lips curled into a knowing smile, amused by his bashfulness.

"H-hey—"

He awkwardly greeted her, but she silenced him with a single hot finger pressed against his lips.

'This is dangerous. This woman is dangerous.'

She adjusted herself, spreading her ass cheeks to press more firmly against his dick sausage, making the bulge even more pronounced and her smile even wider. He was sure she could feel his throbbing cock against her pussy now.

Gulp.

He audibly gulped again, trying to play it cool. The Kaisen who had made countless women moan under his touch was now being teased like never before. Even the Queen, a fucking succubus, hadn't been this sexy.

This shit was real.

"You're welcome, by the way," she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of danger and seduction. "And I go by the name Kara."

Then, without warning, a searing pain shot through his neck as Kara drove something green and minuscule into his flesh, leaving him gasping and clutching at the spot...