The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Angry Mommy
Elfie’s eyes widened as she took in the surreal scene. Alice was busy healing the others, while Elfie decided to help the boys.

But what she saw made her feel fear again, second only to feeling Vhalla’s power.

In the open field, Vhalla had her grass sword poised for a slice while Lloyd was running towards her, howling and screaming like a madman.

‘No, no, no, no…!’

She prayed fervently. A death here could break this group.

She shot several consecutive arrows, but it was too late. The blade fell, and Lloyd was about to be sliced in two.

But then something happened—something that made the monster stop in its tracks.

‘Is the blade touching him?’

She wondered, heart pounding. She was sure Vhalla’s blade was touching Lloyd’s cheek, but her action was frozen for some reason.

Her arrows struck the woman, who didn’t even acknowledge them, letting them hit her and turn into sparkling lights, the magic evaporating away like steam off a hot tub.

“What the fuck? Moreover, why the fuck did she stop in her tracks?”

Elfie muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

…

When Vhalla’s blade fell, Kaisen did what he was good at, what he was destined to do.

‘This is my chance. If this fails, then…’

There was no time to backtrack or think. This was the only thing he could do.

‘Activate touch of temptation.’

His hands flew forward and grabbed the delicious plum ass cheeks that were right at eye level.

Boing~!

The soft and springy flesh welcomed him, sending his thoughts into a spiral, and he knew the woman didn’t like it.

But he didn’t let go, and the woman stopped midway through her swing, like a clock that had run out of batteries.

His hands felt like they were sinking into something warm, and the flesh was so soft it was melting into his fingers.

‘Oh, this is heaven. No, I am in heaven.’

Kaisen thought as he kept massaging the cheeks, his mind going crazy at the sensation.

He wasn’t even thinking about saving his friend anymore.

Realistically speaking, when a hot bimbo giantess presents her delicious ass cheeks to you, what else are you going to do?

Then he heard a dozen sparkling noises coming from above him, which were Elfie’s arrows, but he didn’t know that.

He also didn’t know that Vhalla’s blade had drawn a little bit of blood from Lloyd’s cheeks—face cheeks, not those cheeks—but he was safe.

“Aargh! Bitch, you hurt me!”

Lloyd roared, furious that this giantess dared to injure him. Him, who was level 80.

He brandished his axe and ran forward again, but Vhalla just raised her leg and kicked him square in the midsection, sending him tumbling across the grass field like a ragdoll in a windstorm.

She slowly turned her head to see what unthinkable atrocity the pest behind her was doing.

Kaisen gulped, looking up at her angry crimson eyes, but he could also see the first blush of redness on her ghostly pale skin.

No matter how much someone tried to hide their embarrassment, if your skin looked like a see-through nightie that a hot bimbo wore thinking nothing is revealing when your husband’s friends are over for sports night, then you’re wrong.

They could all see your nipples and pussy clearly. That was the case here too. No matter how much she tried to hide her blush, it just came out.

‘So, she’s a real being after all. Not some monster or unholy creature, but a real woman with flesh.’

Kaisen marveled at the sensation.

‘And to think she’s at least 7000 years old, her skin is really soft. No, it is the softest thing I have ever touched.’

“You dare, you unkempt scum!”

For the first time since the fight started, Vhalla actually spoke, breaking her silence beyond the scripted cut scene dialogues.

If she hadn’t, Kaisen might have thought she was just a programmed boss and not a highly intelligent NPC like Sable or Maximus.

“So you can speak, huh? That makes this so simple. Molesting you now feels real and fulfilling.”

Kaisen smirked, his words cheeky and brazen.

Indeed, knowing this NPC boss was intelligent made his actions feel more justified, and less like he was fondling a glorified mannequin.

“Thou shalt pay for that.”

Swoosh~

In less than a millisecond, she turned around and slashed at the vermin who dared to touch her heavenly cheeks.

Having studied her pattern, Kaisen had already leaped into the air, letting her blade slice through the empty space below him.

Seizing the opportunity, he smirked and raised his hands, this time aiming for the twin balloons straining to be released, begging for freedom.

Boing~ boing~

His hands sank into the soft mounds.

His fingers delved deeply into the supple, elastic flesh, and his palms caressed the warm, silky skin.

This was his chance, and he knew he wouldn’t get a better one.

‘I know, I know. This is a bit of a low move, but the prize is so juicy. So, you forgive me, right?’

“Hyaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Vhalla screamed inhumanely as she unleashed another devastating attack.

In reality, Kaisen had no clue about her pattern.

[Hp: 40%]

The sacrifice for this moment of pleasure was nothing but his own health.

He slowly stood up, dusting off his armor like it was last season’s fashion.

Feeling dizzy, he bit his lip hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood, which promptly yanked him back to reality.

His companions had already jumped into the second round, but with the caution of a cat tiptoeing on a hot stove.

Lloyd, the stubborn motherfucker, was still trying to land a hit on Vhalla, flailing like a knight in a medieval slapstick comedy.

Sable and Maximus flanked Vhalla’s sides, circling her like cautious sharks around a very annoyed mermaid.

They were hesitant, knowing full well they were outmatched in every way possible.

Unless, of course, your name was Lloyd, who clearly thought he was the protagonist of an action movie.

Elfie and Alice hung back like over-cautious snipers in a game of whack-a-mole, launching attacks at Vhalla from a safe distance.

Whenever Vhalla turned her crimson glare their way, one of the melee trio would dive in like an overeager understudy desperate for stage time, redirecting her anger to them.

‘Well I suppose, its time to execute the plan.’