The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Hypnotic Voice
The moment Kaisen activated the skill, he felt… nothing. Not a single tingle, not even a goosebump. It was like expecting fireworks and getting a damp sparkler instead.

But that was to be expected, he supposed. Hypnotic Voice was more of a magical skill than a physical one, so it wasn’t like he was going to sprout a third arm or anything.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit underwhelmed.

‘Alright, let’s see what this bad boy can do.’

Kaisen thought, a sly smile creeping across his face. He turned to the man named Roland, who was practically vibrating with anger, and in a tone as smooth as butter, Kaisen said,

“The truth is, you don’t want to be like them, do you? Tarnishing your kin’s name by harming powerless humans? And for what? Taking orders from some human like that General? You know what it means to be a beastkin, and it’s not about hurting humans.”

As he spoke, Kaisen slowly released Roland’s hand, watching intently.

The man’s eyes, which had been blazing with fury a moment ago, began to cloud with confusion, like a computer trying to process a ridiculously complicated command.

“A proud kin like yours, getting a kick out of torturing a helpless human? Where’s the pride in that? What’s the difference between your kin and those tarnished humans then? Isn’t it your duty to protect the weak? And yet here you are, following orders from a human like him.”

Kaisen’s voice was like a gentle breeze on a hot day, soothing and disarming.

Roland’s eyes flickered, the fire in them dimming as confusion took hold. He looked like a man trying to recall if he left the stove on or if it was all just a bad dream.

“A true kin doesn’t take orders from a human. A true kin protects his own kind, his family, his tribe. A true kin would end this atrocity, even if it meant giving the village elders a firm, ‘Hell no!’ to their faces.”

Kaisen was laying it on thick, but he had to admit, the Hypnotic Voice was doing some serious heavy lifting here.

What started as a vague idea to manipulate this cat dad into backing off had somehow turned into a full-blown motivational speech.

The guy who just moments ago looked like he was about to rearrange Kaisen’s face was now nodding like he’d just discovered the meaning of life.

The fire in Roland’s eyes had been doused, replaced with a kind of Zen calmness that screamed, “I’m about to go meditate under a waterfall and rethink all my life choices.”

All that beastkin pride, all that testosterone-fueled rage, gone—poof!

It was like watching a balloon deflate in slow motion, leaving behind only the determined shell of a man who just realized he might have been the bad guy all along.

Kaisen had to hand it to the guy; he was taking this sudden shift in moral compass like a champ.

As the whole family stood there in stunned silence, watching the strongest dude in their tribe nodding along like a kid being scolded by his mom, Kaisen could barely suppress a grin.

This was almost too easy.

“Fine. I won’t chase you away, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you stay here.”

Roland finally said, his voice a mix of resignation and new-found clarity.

Kaisen was just about to pull out his Hypnotic Voice encore, ready to convince this guy to let him crash here for a bit longer—after all, there was still the matter of a certain enticing milf that he was itching to tease until she was a quivering mess.

But before he could go full villain-monologue, something else grabbed his attention.

[System undergoing major updates.]

[Integrating…]

[Integration complete…]

[Two major updates has been implemented]

[Change log: fixed the broken exit button, added chat system.]

Kaisen’s eyes practically popped out of his skull at the update notification. An exit button? Seriously?

It was like finding out your favorite video game had finally added a “Save Anytime” feature after years of permadeath.

The very thought made him giddy. No more relying on shady glitches or waiting for Kayden to reboot the game like some digital god.

He could hop in and out of this world like it was his own personal sandbox.

‘Fuck! Not a game anymore, I guess.’

He thought to himself, still wrapping his head around the idea that this was his life now, complete with save points and respawns.

The thought of popping back to his world for a quick break, grabbing a coffee, maybe binge-watching some shows, and then jumping back into this medieval madhouse? Priceless.

Kaisen couldn’t help but flash a smile at Roland, not because he was mocking the poor guy who was just struggling to keep his dignity intact, but because he was genuinely buzzing with excitement.

The prospect of this new freedom, of being able to slip in and out of this reality with a mere click, was almost too good to be true.

“Sure. That’s fine by me,” Kaisen said with a grin that was probably too wide for the situation.

“I won’t stay here at night, but I’ll drop by in the morning. Your son and daughter promised to teach me about your culture. A beastkin never goes back on their word, right?”

Roland stared at him for a moment, probably wondering why this human seemed more excited about coming back than the very real danger of staying in a village full of potentially hostile beastkin.

But after a tense pause, he nodded and disappeared into another room, leaving Kaisen standing there like he’d just won the lottery.

The atmosphere in the room was still thick enough to cut with a knife, but Kaisen’s grin didn’t falter.

He sauntered over to the trio, squatting down to their level like some kind of weirdly cheerful guidance counselor.

“Are you guys alright?”

Rony, bless his little heart, was staring at Kaisen like he’d just watched him pull a rabbit out of a hat.

His eyes were wide, sparkling with the kind of admiration usually reserved for superheroes or candy bars.

Ronali couldn’t help but feel her face heat up, like she’d just been caught in the middle of a family squabble by a nosy neighbor.

It was as if the universe decided that today would be the day her family’s quirks were put on full display. But, to be fair, when wasn’t there a bit of chaos in the house?

Her mother, Rodalina, just sighed and shook her head, trying to brush off the situation like it was no big deal.

“Oh dear, you had to witness that, didn’t you? I swear, he isn’t always like that…err… It’s just the tribe’s under a lot of stress right now. With the dog tribe’s attacks ramping up, tensions are high. And with him on guard duty, well, let’s just say he’s got a lot on his plate. Stress, I tell you, stress!”

Kaisen flashed a grin that practically screamed mischief.

“Yeah, stress my ass. You’re a good wife, but that doesn’t mean your husband’s a saint.”

He reached out to ruffle Rony’s hair, who was still clinging to his mother like a lifeline.

“And you, Rony, you’re one brave little man. All that mischief aside, you’ve got guts, kid.”

Rony beamed at the praise, but instead of puffing out his chest like a proud warrior, he buried his face deeper into Rodalina’s ample bosom.

Kaisen, still oblivious, kept his hand on Rony’s head, but with the boy’s movements, his hand accidentally brushed against Rodalina’s breast.

Rodalina’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, but not from anger or the remnants of that slap. No, this was a different kind of heat.

‘Oh god. He didn’t notice… right? It must’ve been an accident. I mean, he’s just being nice, helping us out and all.’

Rodalina thought she could casually shift her son away, discreetly moving her breasts from the back of Kaisen’s hand.

Simple enough, right? But then, something unexpected happened. She felt a warmth emanating from his hand, something that sparked a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long while.

A craving, even.

‘Oh god! Not this again… my body’s heating up… it’s that time of the month. Rodalina, get a grip! He’s a stranger, for crying out loud!’

She tried to calm herself down, but it was like trying to put out a fire with a squirt gun. Her breathing became shallow, and her thoughts started to swirl in a haze of desire.

The last time she felt this way, well, let’s just say she and Roland had made quite a racket, their two kids hearing every bit of it through the walls. That was two years ago, and since then, Roland hadn’t touched her except for the occasional slap when he was in a foul mood.

So naturally, Rodalina wasn’t exactly sure how to handle the sudden heat building up in her loins now.

Meanwhile, Ronali was very ashamed about what had just happened. She was feeling extremely shameful to even look at Kaisen’s face.

“I’ll… I’ll make you a cup of coffee…” she stammered, trying to escape the weirdness.

“Oh, damn, finally warming up to me, eh?”

Kaisen teased with a wicked smirk, his hand still resting innocently—well, as innocent as it could be—on Rodalina’s bosom and Rony’s head.

“Shut up! Think of this as a farewell gift. Drink it and get the hell out of my home. Hmph!”

“Ronali…”

Rodalina’s tone was the classic mom-disapproval voice, but Ronali wasn’t having any of it. She stormed off toward the kitchen like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.

“Ah, sorry for my daughter’s rudeness. She’s got a bit of a sharp tongue, especially with strangers, but she’s really a sweetheart once you get to know her. You can tell she’s already starting to warm up to you, so please don’t mind her.”

Rodalina offered with a nervous chuckle.

“Nah, it’s all good. You two kids seem soft on the inside.”

Kaisen said, putting extra emphasis on “two” as he shot her a sly smile.

Rodalina returned his smile, a bit confused but still trying to play it cool. She figured he was just being nice… right?

Kaisen finally lifted his hand off Rony’s head, and Rodalina let out a sigh of relief. She had been trying to figure out how to remove his hand from her chest without making things awkward, but it seemed he’d done it for her.

Crisis averted, or so she thought.

Just as she was about to fully relax, she noticed Kaisen’s hand hadn’t moved far.

Instead of ruffling Rony’s hair, his hand was now gently caressing it—still dangerously close to her chest, but not quite touching. Not yet, at least.

Kaisen had plans, and he was pretty damn sure he’d get at least one squeeze of those milky melons before the day was over.