The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 168: Who the Hell is the Boss here?! [2]

Vhalla's frown deepened, her irritation palpable. In the past 6900 years, her devastating close-range attacks had vaporized countless enemies, but now, a mere human was not just surviving but seemingly munching on her attack like it was an overcooked piece of toast.

She raised her arm, summoning a long sword that materialized with a metallic hum, and dashed forward with the precision of a heat-seeking missile.

Her first attack was a classic thrust forward, aimed to skewer Kaisen like a shish kebab. But Kaisen, with the nonchalance of someone dodging a slow-moving beach ball, tilted his body to the side.

The sword whizzed past his cheek, missing by mere inches, while his hands remained lazily tucked in his pockets.

Vhalla's jaw dropped. Never in her millennium-long life had she imagined such a day would come.

Boing~ Boing~

Then, to her utter shock, she felt a hand on her breast, squeezing it like a stress ball.

Her eyes darted to the offending hand, then up to Kaisen, who was nodding in satisfaction, as if he were appraising the quality of a ripe melon at the market.

"Nice, nice..."

Kaisen murmured, sounding like a connoisseur of baked goods admiring a particularly well-kneaded dough.

He stood at her stomach level, needing to tilt his head just to catch sight of her breasts, yet here he was, this audacious human, molesting her with the casualness of someone petting a particularly fluffy cat.

Twice, no less.

Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato, not from shame but pure, unadulterated rage.

She was once a Light Bearer, now a powerful dark mage capable of wielding the moon's power itself, yet this foolish human dared to touch her, a body that had never been sullied by a man's touch.

"...Damn, I could use them as pillows..."

Kaisen muttered, his words shattering her furious thoughts.

He continued his uninvited inspection, poking, pinching, and prodding her like a child testing the softness of a new mattress.

The dust around them was settling, but her anger was rising like yeast in a warm oven.

She screamed, her voice echoing like a banshee's wail, and leaned away from him, bringing her sword around in a wide, powerful swing.

One moment, he was there, inches away from being sliced like a piece of holiday ham, and the next, he vanished.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at his incredible speed.

"Such speed..."

She murmured, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Suddenly, she saw him again, zipping towards her with the speed of a caffeinated squirrel. Not towards her, but towards her open mouth.

He tiptoed, like a toddler reaching for a cookie jar on the highest shelf, and peered inside her mouth, his eyes scanning her insides with the curiosity of a dentist inspecting a patient's teeth.

"Ah, despite being 7000 years old, you smell nice. That's commendable, Aveline. Good, good."

Kaisen remarked, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.

She couldn't feel him touching her lips or stretching her cheeks; all she could focus on was the name he had just uttered.

Aveline—a name she hadn't heard in millennia, a name that dragged her mind back to her youth. It was her name before she became Vhalla.

Anger surged through her again, and she swung her sword with the fury of a storm. But once more, the man vanished like a bad magician's trick.

She scanned her surroundings, searching for him, only to find him inspecting her buttocks like a horse at an auction.

He had a serious look on his face, nodding his head as if he were grading her posterior.

Boing~ Boing~

His hand landed on her ass again, squeezing it as if testing the ripeness of a peach. Vhalla was getting extremely frustrated.

Who wouldn't be? A little pest like Kaisen was actually humiliating her.

A human, no less—the weakest intelligent species in this world.

"Hmm..."

Kaisen hummed, clearly enjoying himself, and Vhalla's anger boiled over.

She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself from the humiliation, and then jumped into the air.

It was time for her secret move.

In the air, she floated, a large amount of magic force gathering around her, convulsing like a celestial body.

But this wasn't a moon; it was more like a black hole, sucking in everything around it.

"Moon Magic: Black Hole Devourer."

She declared, her voice echoing dramatically. The black hole expanded, drawing in everything in its vicinity.

Kaisen just stood there, seemingly inspecting her attack, but more accurately, inspecting her undergarments—or lack thereof.

From where he stood, all he had to do was look up to see her flowing gown riding up, thanks to the gravitational pull of her spell.

He shamelessly ogled at her exposed pussy, noticing she wasn't wearing any panties.

He was also thankful his friends were far from the battlefield.

"Moon Magic: Black Hole Devou—"

"Yo, Aveline..."

Kaisen called out nonchalantly. Vhalla's anger flared. First, he had the audacity to molest her, and now he was calling her a name she hadn't heard in ages.

"Shut up, human scum! Moon Magic: Black Hole Devou—"

"Why don't you wear any panties? Not that I'm complaining. It's a nice view, I must say."

Kaisen interrupted, staring shamelessly at her bare nether regions.

Her concentration wavered, and the black hole flickered for a moment.

"What did you just say?!"

She shouted, her face turning as red as a tomato.

"Yeah, you heard me. Nice view up there. Did you plan this, or is it just a happy accident?" he asked with a smirk.

Vhalla's fury knew no bounds. Her spell began to destabilize, the black hole pulsating erratically.

"You perverted, insolent worm!" she screamed.

Kaisen just chuckled.

"Hey, it's not my fault you decided to go commando while casting your doomsday spell."

Vhalla's anger erupted like a volcano spewing lava, and she unleashed her devastating magic power.

The earth beneath her started to flatten. The once-luscious grassland turned into a pancake, and trees disintegrated faster than a sandcastle in a hurricane.

She was sure the pesky little vermin had not survived. Tilting her head downwards, she wore a smug smile.

Nobody, absolutely nobody, had survived her ultimate move. The human scum wasn't there at all.

She slowly descended, ready to swat away any remaining pests like a queen with a particularly bothersome fly swatter.

But the moment she touched down on the now flat ground, she felt a tingling sensation in her nether region, like something wet and hot licking her.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth hung open like a fish out of water.

"Wh-What the--Ahhh!!!"

She screamed and immediately grabbed her dress, yanking it up to see a man kneeling in front of her, his face buried in her pussy, and his tongue licking her entrance, sending electric sparks throughout her entire body.

A boss who was supposed to be toying with her prey was now being toyed with by her prey.