The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

The cats were actually whooping the dogs' asses in this fight. These overconfident, slobbering mutts had waltzed into the village with all the tactical planning of a toddler on a sugar high.

Meanwhile, the cats had turned the place into one giant, furry death trap. Booby traps left and right—snares, pitfalls, spike pits, the whole works.

The last time the dogs had attacked, the cats took notes, revamped their defenses, and now the dogs were falling into every single trap like dumbasses on a game show.

With the village elders stepping into the battle, flexing their full power like they'd been waiting for this all day, the tide turned fast. Dogs were getting dropped left and right, and it was turning into a slaughter.

Things were looking up for the cats, but for one poor, frustrated soul pacing back and forth in his cell? Things were going downhill faster than a drunk on roller skates.

'The fuck is happening?!'

Kaisen thought, biting his nails in frustration like a kid whose favorite sports team was losing.

That big, overgrown flea-bag Jacky was supposed to be tearing through these villagers, and instead, he was probably out there doing dog yoga while his pack was getting massacred.

All Kaisen's carefully laid plans hinged on the dogs doing what they did best—wrecking shit. From everything he'd heard, these mutts were supposed to be unstoppable.

Every other raid they'd done had been a hit, causing enough destruction to make the cats piss themselves in fear. But now? Now it looked like Jacky was taking a damn nap while his pack was being turned into chew toys.

'This is bad! This is really bad!'

He could almost hear the chaos outside—the screams, the sounds of steel clashing, the yelps of dogs who'd underestimated the cats again.

Kaisen clenched his fists so hard he felt his nails digging into his palms, but he couldn't do jack from inside this cell except stew in his own anger and pray that Jacky wasn't completely screwing this up.

But today, for some goddamn reason, these dumbass cats were winning, and Kaisen wasn't having any of it. He had plans—big, devious, twisted plans—and nowhere in those plans did "cats pulling off a miracle" factor in.

"Stupid motherfuckers!"

He growled, pacing like a lunatic.

"Even after handing these dumb dogs the advantage on a silver platter, they're still screwing it up! What a bunch of brain-dead morons!"

In a fit of rage, he slammed his fist into the back wall, and to his surprise, it cracked a little. His eyes lit up like a kid who just discovered his favorite toy had a hidden cheat code.

If the mutts couldn't pull it together, then screw it—he'd make sure this battle turned in their favor. He couldn't afford to let these cats win. No way in hell was he going to watch his masterpiece crumble while sitting in a cell like some chump.

And then there were Ronali and Rodalina. He wasn't about to let those two slip through his fingers just because a bunch of overgrown house pets had figured out how to fight.

Sure, he could sneak back in later, creep around like a pervy phantom in the night, but where was the fun in that?

No, he'd spent too much effort planting those little seeds of chaos in their lives, getting Roland all twisted up with lies and betrayal of his wife and daughter.

If this battle didn't go his way, Roland would start tearing into his family, hard. That wouldn't just ruin the fun—it would ruin everything.

Kaisen needed to act, and fast. If he didn't step in and turn this clusterfuck around, he'd be mocked right out of the village.

His entire con, his glorious manipulation, would go up in smoke—and he wasn't about to let that happen. Not when he was this close to getting what he really wanted.

Kaisen grinned like a devil about to do what devils do best—raise some hell.

'Heh heh heh... I'm the Morning Star, baby. This is what I was born for.'

He strolled up to the cell bars, inspecting the lock with an almost bored expression. A big, clunky padlock? Really?

He snatched it with one hand, gave it a gentle tug, andclick—the thing popped open like it was a cheap toy. No fuss, no mess. With a smug smirk, he slid the door open, stepping out like he owned the damn place.

He snatched it with one hand, gave it a gentle tug, and

click

—the thing popped open like it was a cheap toy. No fuss, no mess. With a smug smirk, he slid the door open, stepping out like he owned the damn place.

Just ahead, the Roland family was huddled together, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind them. Kaisen didn't even bother with a second glance.

The door leading out of the room was unlocked—thank you, Chief Dumbass—and all he had to do was bolt through it.

No alarms, no footsteps, nothing. The only ones who might catch a glimpse of him were the elders, and even then, they'd only see a blur. As long as he avoided their immediate line of sight, he was golden.

Kaisen took a deep breath, shaking his hands out like a sprinter before the gun.

'Mommy Rodalina, I'm doing this all for you. You better have that sweet little kitty nice and dripping for me when I get back...'

With that filthy promise hanging in the air, he was gone. His body blurred into motion, so fast that not even a shadow was left behind. No one heard him, no one saw him—and that was just how he liked it.

...

Luke's ass hit the dirt with a thud, his legs giving out as sheer terror took over. His wide eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of him—Jacky, who should've been halfway to hell by now, just stood up like a goddamn horror movie villain.

The spear that had skewered his abdomen? Yeah, he yanked it out with a grunt, like it was nothing more than a toothpick.

Blood, which should've been pouring from the gaping wound, instead started swirling around his hand, twisting into these sharp, nasty-looking darts.

"You really thought I—the great Jacky—could be taken down by a little pussy like you? How stupid can you be?"

Jacky's lips curled into a sinister grin.

Luke couldn't breathe. His lungs felt like they were filled with concrete.

"Th-that's blood manipulation... No way…you can't... that magic...its…"

He could barely choke out the words. His mind was flashing back to the one man who wielded that terrifying magic. The man who laughed while ripping throats, praised good behavior like a twisted parent rewarding a child, and punished with a brutality that would make demons cringe.

"Yes. Its the Bloodhound General's power."

He flexed his hand, the blood darts dancing at his command.

"Wanna know how I got it?"

Luke could barely manage to shake his head, his body shaking with fear. He didn't want to know. Hell, he didn't want to be anywhere near this nightmare.

Jacky's grin stretched wider, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

"He gave me this power...to wipe pussies like you off the face of the earth."

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