The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

It wasn't until nightfall that Kaisen finally stirred, blinking groggily at the wooden window to his right.

Through it, the moon hung like a glowing coin in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over everything.

'Damn! Was I that wiped out?'

He thought, stretching and yawning, his body still buzzing from all the "heroic efforts" of the day.

Truth be told, it had been one hell of a ride—saving the village, faking fainting, and ending up with his face buried in all the right places. Not a bad day's work, really.

He grinned to himself, reflecting on his real triumph of the day: desperation for getting under some panties had driven him to master a new trick—levitation.

Well, maybe "master" was a strong word, but he'd figured out how to manipulate mana around his body well enough to float and sneak around undetected.

Not bad for a guy who spent half his day pretending to be unconscious in the bosoms of admiring fans.

'Cool.'

Now he had a slick way to float his ass right into any bedroom, unnoticed. Midnight visits? Easy access to panties? Yeah, he was going to enjoy this new skill.

He shifted his head to the side, and that's when he saw her—Ronali. She was curled up in a chair next to his bed, her head resting against the edge of the mattress like she had spent hours watching over him.

The poor girl must've knocked herself out from sheer exhaustion, probably too worried about her precious hero to get any rest.

A smirk crept across Kaisen's lips.

From where he was lying, Kaisen had the perfect view of her whole damn body. The simple tunic she wore wasn't doing her any favors at hiding those growing curves.

Her medium-sized boobs were practically begging for attention, bouncing slightly as if teasing him, making him imagine walking up behind her and squeezing them like he was trying to milk non-existent milk.

Her ass was perched on that chair in a way that was sexy as hell—puckered up, spine arched, putting her assets on full display like some kind of accidental strip show. His cock stirred, hardening so fast he swore it could cut through diamonds.

'Damn, how can a girl not know how fucking sexy she is?'

His hard-on was now so intense it could've doubled as a weapon in a street fight.

And don't even get him started on her fluffy tail. That thing was hanging off the chair, limp and inviting.

A devilish grin spread across his face as a very naughty idea popped into his head. Without thinking twice, he leaned forward and grabbed the tail, giving it a soft, experimental squeeze.

Ronali stirred just a bit, but not enough to wake her up. His grip was gentle, like a secret lover's caress.

"Steady now…" he whispered, trying to hold back his own excitement.

With a wicked grin, Kaisen yanked her tail like it was a damn leash, and Ronali shot up faster than a rocket.

Her face turned crimson, about to let out a scream, but before she could even breathe, Kaisen's hand was on her mouth, silencing her with that classic shut-up-before-you-make-this-weird move.

Yanking her tail, practically an erogenous zone? Yeah, no wonder her body was trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. Her entire body had gone haywire.

"Relax, Ronali. You shouldn't have fallen asleep looking so damn hot. Now look what you made me do."

His smirk was both pervy and devilishly handsome, a combo that was deadly for any woman's panties.

Her shock started to fade, and she let out a slow, shaky breath, her face still redder than a ripe tomato, but at least she wasn't freaking out anymore.

In fact, she didn't even protest. She just... looked away, all embarrassed but not exactly rejecting him. Her silence only made him cock an eyebrow in amusement.

"What's this?" he teased, leaning in closer. "Don't tell me you've already fallen for me. Can't say I blame you though."

That did it. Ronali snapped out of her flustered daze, grabbing his hand and yanking it off her mouth. But damn, the blush on her face was a dead giveaway that his teasing had gotten to her.

"Shut up. Who's fallen for who? You're the one always coming at me."

Ronali stammered, clearly trying—and failing—to hold her ground.

"Ohhh?" Kaisen's grin widened. "Then why aren't you protesting while I defile you?"

"I-I... well... if you just wanna feel my tail, then... uh... I guess it's alright. I mean, you saved us and all, so...

yeah. And—and I'm doing this to protect the women of the village... from your hands. Y-yeah, that's the truth."

Ronali's voice wavered, her attempt to justify the situation sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than him.

Kaisen, seeing right through her lame excuse, just smirked. He wasn't about to call her out, though.

"Well then," he purred, leaning in closer, "can I continue?"

Her face flared up like a furnace, but she didn't protest. She just turned her head, looking anywhere but at him, and gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

That tiny gesture was all the green light he needed.

Kaisen didn't waste a second. He brought her tail back to his hand, the soft fur teasing his fingers as he tugged it gently, almost playfully.

With his free hand, he fumbled to pull his pants down—wait, pants? He wasn't even wearing any to begin with! The hell? He shrugged off the mystery, not letting it interrupt the moment.

As he yanked at his waistband, something else sprang out—his cock, ready and eager.

Ronali's head snapped back toward Kaisen, eyes wide with shock as she caught a glimpse of something massive springing into her peripheral vision.

Her gaze zeroed in on her own tail—now wrapped around Kaisen's cock like a kinky, furry rope. Her mind raced, but her body had frozen in place.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?"

She sputtered, her tail coiled tightly around his thick member, his hand holding onto it like a lifeline.

Kaisen flashed a perverted grin, clearly enjoying her bewilderment.

"Well, since you said it was fine if it's just the tail, I figured… why not go all in?"

"That's not wha—aaahhh!"

Before she could protest, Kaisen began stroking—her tail in one hand, his cock in the other. The sensation was a shockwave of pleasure that knocked the breath out of her.

Ronali's spine gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting hard. Her thighs parted involuntarily, her pussy already soaking wet, juices pooling beneath her.

Her entire body trembled as the intensity built, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.

"Ah... fuck," she whimpered, completely overwhelmed by the mix of sensations.