The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 186: Threat of Pleasure

Kaisen was relieved that his friends had slept through the whole debauchery, sparing them an awkward morning-after conversation. Aveline paused for a moment, nodded, and then spoke with a seriousness that contrasted sharply with the situation.

"I'll leave this place and negate the sleeping effect. You can tell them you defeated me and all that jazz. I'll be here, waiting for you to keep your promise," she said, her tone almost regal.

Kaisen slowly stood up, dusting himself off and equipping his leather armor piece by piece, looking like a knight who had just returned from a particularly bizarre quest. He smirked at her,

"So, you agree to be my fuck buddy, eh?"

Aveline's face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

"What the hell, that wasn't what I said at all! I'm talking about your promise to deal with the Sol knights and the eclipse forces," she huffed, trying to mask her embarrassment under a layer of indignation.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say. Just wake my companions, and I'll make sure you get your daily fuck session," Kaisen teased, a mischievous glint in his eye that only deepened her blush.

Aveline fell silent, glaring at him with an expression that was part embarrassment, part exasperation.

After strapping on the last piece of his armor, Kaisen looked at her—well, more accurately, looked up at her, given her towering height.

He gave her an innocent smile, the kind that could disarm even the fiercest warrior, and then extended his hands toward her, as if asking for a dance.

Aveline glanced down at his hands, then back at his eyes, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"The amulet. You want me to come here and quench your pussy's thirst, right?"

Kaisen said, winking in what he thought was a suave manner but came off more like a malfunctioning blinking robot.

Aveline's face twitched, caught between a retort and the realization that arguing with him was like trying to teach algebra to a potato.

"You—"

She began, but then sighed deeply, resigning herself to the fact that communicating with Kaisen was akin to navigating a maze with no exit. It was clear he had two brain cells, and they were busy fucking each other.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves—nerves that had been thoroughly worn out by the ordeal—Aveline raised her hand, summoning a small light that danced on her palm.

Kaisen, ever the curious (or clueless) one, watched with wide eyes as if he were witnessing a magic show for the first time. "Ooh, shiny!" he muttered, thoroughly impressed.

'Seems like she too, has inventory like magic. Maybe a special pocket dimension or something. Well, she is living in a special dimension. I'm sure it must not be hard for her to do this either.'

As the light faded, a silver amulet appeared, hanging from a simple chain with a ruby that matched the eerie hue of the blood moon.

It looked mystical, ancient, and totally not something you'd want to lose in a couch cushion.

Aveline extended her hand to give him the amulet, but Kaisen, being Kaisen, couldn't resist the opportunity to be a gentleman—or at least his version of one.

He gently clasped her hand, his fingers warm against hers, which only made her eyebrows shoot up and her face twist into an expression of profound cringe. It was like she had just tasted something sour but was too polite to spit it out.

"Let go," Aveline demanded, her voice cold as steel.

"Suck my dick."

Kaisen shot back without thinking. The words left his mouth before he could stop them, and he instantly regretted it as he saw her eyes light up with a sinister gleam.

"Oh? You wanna go, huh?"

She replied, flipping her hair back with a flourish, like she was prepping for a full-blown porno scene. Her grin was wicked, and Kaisen felt a shiver run down his spine.

He quickly released her hand, his survival instincts kicking in; he definitely didn't want to pass out again.

"What's the matter? Scared I might suck the life out of you?"

Aveline taunted, her laughter echoing around them like a mocking chorus. Her words hit a nerve, and Kaisen's face twisted in irritation, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He was not in the mood for this.

Without a second thought, he reached out and pinched her nipple hard, twisting it. Aveline yelped, dropping to her knees, clutching her chest. It was a petty move, but he needed to shut her up.

"I'm fucking tired today, yeah," Kaisen growled, his voice low and menacing. "It's because I've unloaded my cum on your guardians like a fucking geyser, a hundred times over. But I swear to god, Aveline, the next time I come here, I'm gonna pound you so hard you'll be cumming your brains out. I'll fill you up so much you won't even know where you are."

He delivered those menacing words with such ferocity, dropping his usual goofy smile that Aveline actually gulped. The sheer confidence in his tone made her believe he might just be crazy enough to follow through.

To be honest, she was a bit scared.

"Ye-yes. I under-understand..."

Aveline stammered, still nursing her sore nipple. Kaisen didn't feel a shred of guilt as he turned away, striding toward his friends without a second glance.

"I'll be back more often than you think," he called over his shoulder. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe at midnight tonight. Doesn't matter. You know what I want. So, next time I come, I want this whole place to look like Olympus on steroids, or else..."

He trailed off, glancing back to see Aveline nodding vigorously, her eyes wide with fear. Seeing her like that brought a smug smile to his face.

"Good girl. Now get out of here and lift the sleeping spell."

He commanded, not waiting for a reply as he continued toward his friends. As he walked, he tucked the new amulet into his inventory, feeling its weight settle in.

A door began to materialize near Aveline, and she stepped toward it, but not before casting one last look at Kaisen.

A small smile played on her lips, a flicker of something that could almost be mistaken for hope or admiration.

'He might just be the new savior,

' she thought, disappearing through the door with a mix of reluctance and anticipation.