The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: The Molester of the Castle Soul [2]
“What did you say, you arrogant scum?” one guardian snarled.

“How dare you speak in that tone with the guardians?” another added.

“I’m going to enjoy torturing this filth,” a particularly enthusiastic guardian chimed in.

The guardians started to mutter among themselves, each one getting more fired up than the last.

They brandished their weapons, their eyes shooting daggers at Kaisen.

“Silence, everyone!” the whip guardian barked, and the others quieted down. “I shall take the honor of killing this insolent fool.”

In the midst of the guardians, Kaisen stood like a classic villain who trembles the entire world with his presence.

At least, that’s how villains in most reincarnation stories acted, he mused.

“You have been warned,” the whip guardian continued, her voice dripping with disdain.

“But since you refuse to listen, I will give you the honor of being killed by my whip. A quick and painless death—something you don’t deserve—but since you are the only man who dared to walk into the castle like this, I shall grant you that.”

Kaisen smirked.

“Oh, a quick and painless death? How considerate of you. But you see, I’m not into that sort of thing. I prefer my deaths slow and dramatic, like a soap opera cliffhanger.”

Crack~

The whip crackled in the air, making its way towards the nonchalant man who hadn’t even bothered to move. His hands were still behind his head, a picture of relaxed arrogance.

The guardians’ crimson eyes widened beneath their armor as they watched the whip travel at the speed of sound, confident it would evaporate him in a matter of seconds.

Snap~

The whip struck his face—or did it?

They weren’t sure. It had definitely made contact, but it didn’t seem to do any damage.

“Huh? What the hell?!” one of the guardians exclaimed.

“Oi, why is he standing there like nothing happened?” another wondered aloud.

“Maybe he’s already dead, and his body will crumble into dust with just a touch,” a third guardian suggested, scratching their helmet.

The whip guardian became enraged. Never in her life had someone dodged her whip, but this guy, who had the audacity to flash his junk at her, had evaded it twice now.

She didn’t know what had happened, but she knew the whip hadn’t connected properly.

Crack~ crack~ crack~

A series of whip strikes followed the initial one, each more furious than the last. And yet, every single one missed him.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Kaisen asked, yawning dramatically. “I’ve seen toddlers throw better tantrums.”

The guardians stared in disbelief. It was as if he had some sort of invisible shield, or maybe he was just impossibly lucky.

Kaisen’s calm demeanor only served to fuel their frustration.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“Impossible, the whip couldn’t have missed. It’s impossible.”

“Maybe his body is like a ghost. He can’t be harmed.”

The guardians’ murmurs grew louder, like a gossip session at a knitting club.

“Silence, everyone!”

The whip guardian shouted, her anger reaching its peak.

Little did they know, Kaisen was moving his body just to the side of the whip at the last possible moment.

He could withstand the whipping, but why waste health when he could save it for Vhalla?

His health was already down to 40% anyway.

“Are you guys done? Is it my turn now?”

Kaisen asked nonchalantly, looking around. When no answers came, he sighed and snapped his fingers.

Like magic, all his clothes vanished into thin air.

A chorus of shouts and cries echoed through the area as the guardians quickly turned away, seeing the now-naked man.

“You fucking pervert, how dare you strip in front of us. Have some shame!” one guardian yelled, covering her eyes.

“Look, he is a fucking monster!” another shrieked, her voice filled with a mix of horror and curiosity.

“What the hell is that thing? No human is allowed to be that size,” one guardian muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Why is it hanging like that?” someone whispered, half in awe, half in terror.

“Is he going to pee in front of us?!” another guardian speculated, her voice tinged with panic.

“That is not pee, look how it’s twitching,” an observant guardian noted, her face turning beet red.

The guardians went into a frenzy, their disciplined formation falling apart like a house of cards in a windstorm.

They stumbled over each other, trying to avert their gaze while simultaneously sneaking peeks at the spectacle before them.

It was like a bizarre, medieval version of a striptease gone horribly wrong.

“Look at you all, acting like you’ve never seen a man before,” Kaisen chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t worry, I’m just here to make things… interesting.”

The guardians’ reactions ranged from outrage to sheer bewilderment, their collective outrage only serving to fuel Kaisen’s audacity.

Everyone knew about little weiners, but they were all virgins, recruited by their lady from a very young age.

Seeing a man’s chiseled body, his shamelessness, and more importantly, his dick that moved left and right like a bell, was an entirely new experience for them.

“You degenerate! Cover yourself!”

“Put that away, it’s disgusting.”

“He’s just playing around. I can’t take this anymore. He’s mocking us!”

“Calm down, calm down. Everyone stay calm. This is what he wants. Don’t lose your composure.”

The whip guardian barked, trying to maintain order. Knowing this man’s power, she was apprehensive of his intentions.

“But he’s not doing anything. He’s degrading us.”

“I can’t take it. He’s looking at us like we are nothing.”

No matter what she said, the guardians didn’t listen, and one of them dashed towards Kaisen.

Our dear protagonist just stood there, grinning ear to ear.

“Time to farm some lust points.”

The first guardian’s sword came at him in a vertical slash, and seeing him not moving from his place, she wore a triumphant smile beneath her armor.

But no happiness sticks around for long, as she saw the man suddenly disappear from where he stood.

“Huh? What the hell?”

The guardian exclaimed, bewildered. She felt something being ripped open from behind her—her rear armor plate.

Realizing what it was, her eyes widened in shock like a cartoon character spotting a free buffet.

“Wa-wa-wait!”

She stammered, trying to turn around, but before she could, a hand came into view, giving her breastplate a love tap before ripping it open like it was a cheap zipper.

The armor fell away, leaving her as bare as a statue in an art gallery.

The deranged man grinned like a Cheshire cat before pulling a Houdini and disappearing again.

The poor guardian, now in full panic mode, tried to hide her nakedness, but in the next moment, she was being bent over, her eyes widening as if she just saw her credit card bill.

“Now, let me show you what true heaven is…”