The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

A tense silence followed the initial shock, like the calm before a comedic storm.

Both Rodalina and Ronali exchanged a glance, looking at Candy for just a second before the dam broke. Rodalina turned her head, stifling her laughter to avoid offending her elder sister.

But Ronali? Oh, she couldn't hold back. She burst out laughing like a lunatic, her entire body shaking as she pounded on the bed frame with all the finesse of a drunk gorilla.

Then, she aimed her assault at Kaisen's chest, thumping him with every ounce of her strength.

Kaisen winced—not because it hurt (he could shrug off way worse), but because getting hammered in the chest out of nowhere while you're trying to fake unconsciousness was a bit of a buzzkill.

His body could handle it, sure, but his pride? That took a hit. He had no idea what had triggered this barrage of laughter, but he damn well knew Ronali was pissed.

The harder she hit, the louder she laughed, which, of course, confused the hell out of him.

What the hell had he missed?

His eyes were still closed, trying to maintain the whole "I'm totally unconscious and vulnerable" vibe, but now he was dying to peek.

Even with his heightened senses, he couldn't quite figure out what was going on.

But he didn't have to wait long for an explanation—because Candy, bless her unfiltered mouth, was ready to deliver the punchline.

"Wh-why are you two ugly hags laughing?!"

Candy snapped, clearly pissed that her triumphant moment was being undercut by her sisters' mockery.

She was the one with a claim here, dammit, not them.

Rodalina, already halfway out the door, gave her a look like she couldn't care less.

"Sister, someone like him could have a damn queen if he wanted to. Why in the world would he settle for a village harlot?"

She snickered, walking away, clearly done with this conversation and ready to let Candy dig her own grave.

"H-harlot?! You're calling your elder sister a harlot?! You old crone!" Candy yelled, stomping behind her. "I'm telling you, it's true! W-well, not the marriage part, but he definitely grabbed my ass!"

Candy was doubling down now, her voice rising with frustration.

Maybe the marriage thing was a stretch, but that ass grab? She wasn't imagining it. She felt it. Kaisen's hand had gotten more acquainted with her cheeks than she ever expected.

Rodalina spun around, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh? So now it's just that he grabbed your sagging, half-century-old filthy ass? What's next, sister? You gonna claim he didn't grope you but only saved your ancient ass too?"

"Ronali, come on," she added, turning to her daughter, "give him some space. He's 'sleeping,' and we don't want to overwhelm him with your aunt's delusions."

Rodalina called out for her daughter, trying to save Kaisen from any more harassment.

She knew the poor guy needed space—and her lunatic sister, Candy, was the last thing he needed near him right now.

Honestly, keeping Candy in check was like trying to wrestle a drunk cat.

But as Ronali watched her mom and aunt go at it again like two hormonal teenagers, her eyes couldn't help but drift. And, oh boy, they drifted right where any other pair of eyes would go—straight to the goods.

Aunt Candy was a whole mess of crazy and curves, but her mom? Her mom was on a whole other level.

In her simple tunic, Rodalina wasn't just your average beautiful mom. Nah, she was a damn snack. A whole meal, actually.

Those hips could hypnotize a man into doing dishes, laundry, and fixing the leaky faucet all in one afternoon.

Her belly wasn't flat like some young maiden, but it had that soft, inviting look—just enough to make you want to bury your face in it and never leave.

And those tits? Forget about it. They were masterpieces. Not too perky, but not sagging either, just big enough to fill a man's hands and his dreams.

Ronali swallowed.

'Damn, Mom's a total milf.'

She thought, shaking her head as if trying to clear it of the forbidden thoughts. It didn't help though. Her eyes betrayed her.

The curves, the soft belly, the way her mom's breasts filled her tunic like they were sculpted by the gods themselves.

And it wasn't just that—they had weight to them. Real heft. The kind of boobs that made you wanna dive in and never come up for air.

Ronali glanced down at her own boobs, giving them a light squeeze as if they needed a pep talk.

'Okay, medium-sized. But not that bad.'

For her frame, they were plenty, perky even. Still, compared to her mom and Aunt Candy's colossal chest mountains, she felt a bit... underwhelmed.

It was like showing up to a feast with a sandwich when everyone else brought a five-course meal.

She sighed dramatically, silently cursing the boob gods for not blessing her with the same bounce.

Then, her eyes drifted to the scene—the masterpiece that was her mom's jiggling ass.

Ronali couldn't help but stare. It was like watching two watermelons fighting for space in her tunic, bouncing and rippling with every step.

When Aunt Candy, with her usual playful sass, shoved Rodalina against the wall, Ronali's eyes widened as she witnessed the full-on jiggle parade happening before her.

The way her mom's ass cheeks bounced and rippled with zero restraint—it was like a live action physics experiment in booty dynamics.

But then, the truth hit her like a slap to the face:

'Mom wasn't wearing any underwear.'

Ronali gulped, her brain short-circuiting as she watched the jiggle show in real time.

The tunic clung to Rodalina's curves like it was holding on for dear life, and the unmistakable absence of panties was making it all too obvious.

'Oh god, those cheeks were free-ranging.'

The fabric creasing in places that left nothing to the imagination. It was the kind of revelation that made you question everything you knew about the world.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any stranger, Aunt Candy took things to a whole new level.

She leaned into her sister, her massive tits practically engulfing Rodalina in a squishy embrace.

There was a whole lot of body pressing, and Ronali wasn't sure if this was supposed to be family bonding or the setup for some wild fantasy she didn't want to think about.

She gulped again, her throat dry as her eyes darted between the wall-sandwiched women.

'What the fuck am I even watching?'

She thought, blinking hard, as if trying to reset her brain. She shook her head, desperately trying to clear the strange, uncomfortable—and kinda hot—image from her mind.

"Focus, Ronali, focus!"

She mentally scolded herself, feeling a mix of confusion, curiosity, and... something else she really didn't want to unpack.

Ronali shook her head, trying to snap out of it, but damn it was hard not to think about her mom's free-jiggling cheeks.

'Get it together.'

She scolded herself, feeling a twinge of inadequacy next to the blatant display of her mother's voluptuous freedom.

She glanced at Kaisen, who was still pretending to be asleep—probably because even he knew if he opened his eyes, he'd be pulled into whatever this chaotic family circus was.

With a sigh, she approached her mother and Aunt Candy, trying to shake off the weird feelings swirling inside her.

The village was slowly recovering from the madness, and people were starting to pick up the pieces.

Camps had been set up, and folks were finally sorting things out after the chaos. Yeah, they were battered and bruised, but at least they'd survived the storm.

Food rations were being handed out, clothes distributed to those who needed them.

And those damn dogs, the ones who hadn't managed to escape or meet their unfortunate end, were now locked up tighter than a nun's chastity belt.

Even the magicians and artisans were pitching in, fixing the weak spots in the bamboo walls, ensuring that no more freakish disasters would breach their defenses.

The village wasn't going to be rebuilt overnight, but with the hero around, these cat-kin had hope. They might have been down, but they weren't out.

Unity, optimism, and maybe a little blind faith in their savior were enough to keep them going.

Meanwhile, Kaisen wasn't having any of it. Helping them rebuild? Hell no.

He'd already saved their furry asses once, wasn't that enough? Now they expected him to roll up his sleeves and start hammering away like some construction worker? Please.

He had more important things to do—like sleep, get pampered by these sexy cat girls, and enjoy his well-earned rest. Let them figure out the rest. He was here for the *perks,* not the heavy lifting.

...

Meanwhile, somewhere far from the cozy comforts of lazy hero life…

"Tell me everything that happened… and don't leave out a single detail."

The voice was deep, cold, and absolutely terrifying. It echoed inside the dimly lit tent, as if the walls themselves were cowering from it.

The source of that voice? A massive figure, a literal mountain of a man. One look at him and you could tell he wasn't the type to give second chances.

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This guy was the real deal—Commander, General, whatever the fuck you wanted to call him. He had "I'll crush you without blinking" vibes written all over him.

Kneeling on the ground in front of him, shaking like a leaf, was poor Jacky—a mangy mutt of a creature who had clearly seen better days.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and to add insult to injury, his pants were soaked in his own piss.

The General hadn't even laid a hand on him yet, and this sorry excuse of a being had already pissed himself just by looking at the man's legs. Pathetic.

"Y-Y-Yesss… R-Royal G-G-General…"

Jacky stammered, his voice barely audible, teeth chattering like he was freezing despite the suffocating heat in the tent.

This wasn't going to end well for Jacky. Not at all.