The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Kaisen, however, had other ideas. He heard the chaos approaching and promptly shut his eyes, pretending to be deep in sleep.

He was absolutely not dealing with this circus right now. Sure, he wanted to bang all of them, but right now he needed peace.

If he opened his eyes, he'd be drowned in questions—useless questions that could potentially ruin his easy chances of bedding them all.

"Oh, my poor hero."

Candy purred, slipping into full seductress mode. She knelt beside him, her fingers brushing over his forehead, stroking down to his chest.

"Look at you, sleeping in such a cold, lonely place. Come with me, and I'll take care of you. My hero deserves nothing but the best. I'll make your bed warm every second...of your life."

She cooed, her voice practically dripping with innuendo.

Her fingers traveled lower, lightly tracing the outline of his muscles beneath the fabric.

She could feel the hardness—of his abs, but her mind was clearly on a different kind of hardness altogether.

Candy licked her lips, fully committed to making her "hero" hers, while Kaisen kept his breathing steady, thinking,

'Oh fuck, how long can I play dead before this gets out of hand?'

"Don't touch him like that. He's a patient."

Ronali snapped, walking towards the bed, her voice dripping with irritation.

Rodalina followed, flanking Candy by Kaisen's legs.

Meanwhile, Kaisen, ever the sly devil, had already tucked his "dragon" back into its lair, but despite his best efforts, the massive bulge in his pants remained painfully obvious.

Both older women spotted it immediately, their eyes practically glued to the sight, and they gulped in unison.

"Oh, heaven," Candy murmured, eyes twinkling as she ogled the not-so-subtle mound. "This poor, sweet boy... I should really take care of him."

Her tone was anything but innocent, and with a grin, she reached out, pretending to pat his head and chest like she was comforting him.

But her fingers had other plans, trailing sneakily down his body, until they "innocently" found their way to his upper thigh, hovering dangerously close to that throbbing bulge.

Before Candy could make contact with the prize, Rodalina snatched her hand away, though in the process, her own fingers brushed against the bulge.

Both women froze for a split second, as if the forbidden fruit had shocked them both to their core.

"I said no, sister."

Rodalina growled, her grip tightening around Candy's wrist, though she wasn't exactly pulling her hand away very quickly.

Candy smirked, leaning in with a sultry whisper,

"Well, I'm the older one, so you have to listen to me. Besides..." she cast a playful glance at Kaisen's bulge, "who knows how to take care of him better than I do?"

Her fingers twitched, as if they were itching to finish what they'd started.

"You don't even know him that much better."

Rodalina shot back, eyes narrowing.

"He knows me. I'll take care of him. Besides, he's in my house. It must be hard for him to move around, so stop bitching and go back to your own damn home."

"That's alright, little sister."

Candy purred, flipping her hair dramatically.

"I'll just stay here until he's able to walk again. Then, we will both go back to my house. You know, our relationship isn't just about words. He explicitly told me to take care of his needs when he saved me."

Candy's voice grew softer, her hands fluttering in front of her like a lovestruck teenager.

"And...and..."

Candy's sudden blush and flirty gestures made both Ronali and Rodalina share a look—one filled with alarm and... disgust.

"And what?"

Ronali blurted, trying (and failing) to pretend she wasn't deeply invested in this ridiculous story. Her arms were crossed, but she was practically leaning forward.

She needed to know what that "and" was. For some strange reason, the idea of these two women fawning over this idiot of a human was driving her insane.

"Stop saying he saved only you! He saved everyone in that underground bunker. So what's with the 'and' part?"

Rodalina glared, but Candy was clearly loving the attention.

Kaisen, on the other hand, was silently praying to the gods—any god, really—to just make this woman forget everything.

He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was about to say, and his dignity was on the line.

"How can I say that? It's... it's too embarrassing!"

Candy said, twirling her foot shyly as if trying to draw an escape route in the air. The other two women glared at her, their annoyance bubbling over like a pot of water about to boil.

"Spill it, you idiot!"

Rodalina shouted, grabbing Candy's tail and yanking it like it was a stubborn weed in her garden. Candy yelped, her face contorting in a mix of surprise and pleasure.

"Alright, alright! Don't pull it that hard! It's too sinful!"

Candy protested, clutching her tail as if it were a prized possession.

"Ugh... just say the damn thing!"

Ronali was practically bouncing on her feet, her impatience reaching a boiling point.

Finally, with a dramatic flair, Candy blurted out, NovelFire-your-novel-source

"He... he grabbed my ass cheeks and told me to serve him, and that he will make me his wife!"

Both Rodalina and Ronali's jaws dropped simultaneously, eyes wide in disbelief.

"What?!"

"What?!"

They exclaimed, as if they'd just discovered that the sky was actually green.

Kaisen, meanwhile, felt the heat rise in his cheeks and considered diving under the bed.

Both women slowly turned their heads towards the man on the bed, who was sweating profusely for reasons that were beyond anyone's comprehension.

Seriously, when did that happen? This guy had the audacity to grab someone's ass while saving the village? Ridiculous!

Kaisen could practically feel the heat of two death glares aimed at him, like lasers focused on a target that was way too close for comfort.

He hoped to mitigate the situation soon, but right now? He was going to pull off the world's best impression of a sleeping person.

'Just close your eyes and pretend to snore.'

He thought, mentally channeling his inner hibernating bear. He even threw in a few exaggerated breaths for good measure.

Maybe if he looked enough like a slumbering log, they'd forget about his alleged "heroics" and go back to their gossip session.

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