The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 208: The Queen of the Golden City

By the time Kayden finished his insane lore dump, the clock had struck midnight, and Kaisen felt like he'd been hit by a truck full of WTF moments.

Slumping back in his chair, he tried to process everything.

Kayden had somehow rallied the bottom-feeders of society, the ones who lived in the shadows, eating scraps and flipping off the Authority, and turned them into a fucking army.

And that sword, Lightless, was like something out of a fever dream—it helped him win the first big showdown with the Authority.

Kaisen couldn't decide if he was impressed or just horrified by how far his brother had come while he was out of the picture.

Kaisen then learned that this whole floating city was held together by pulleys, levers, and a prayer—except for the anti-gravity machines, which were still running on good old-fashioned electricity, the one thing that could be knocked out by the magic sword like a drunk uncle at a wedding.

"But don't sweat it," Kayden had said with all the confidence of a man who'd just duct-taped a rocket to a lawn chair.

"I'm getting the smithies to revive ancient coal technology. We'll be running this place like a steampunk dream in no time."

Kaisen had raised an eyebrow, wondering if Kayden realized that without those anti-gravity machines, the city would plummet faster than a lead balloon.

Kayden, in his infinite wisdom, assured him they'd figure it out—after all, tomorrow he'd get to see these miraculous machines up close.

But the real highlight of Kayden's rant was Helena's descent into madness, which was straight out of a soap opera written by a deranged lunatic.

As soon as Kayden slapped a crown on his head and declared himself Emperor, Helena flipped the crazy switch. She went from the usual demands for cooking and laundry service to demanding a full-time servant.

Kayden, not being completely out of his mind at that point, refused—after all, his servants were soldiers, not her personal sock-washers.

But Helena was a master manipulator, pulling out the crocodile tears and guilt trips like a pro. One servant turned into two, then three, then five, then ten, until the entire palace was filled with soldiers turned sock-slaves, all dancing to Helena's tune.

And so, somehow, like a sewer rat that had managed to claw its way out of the filth and into a throne room, she became the Queen of a whole fucking world.

"So why didn't you just dump her? Like, toss her out with yesterday's trash?"

Kaisen asked, genuinely puzzled. Kayden just shook his head, the weight of the situation making him look like a weary monarch in a bad soap opera.

"She knows too much. I can't just throw her out, or that greedy bitch will sell me for a copper," Kayden replied with a sigh.

"Even though the Authority is in shambles, there's still enough power left to crush my empire."

"Then poison her or kill her?"

Kaisen suggested, as if discussing the weather.

"Brother," Kayden began, rubbing his temples like he had a migraine that could level mountains.

"like I said earlier, that's impossible. If people find her dead, they'll think the city can be breached. They'll lose faith in me. They'll think the Authority sent an assassin to kill her in her palace as a warning or something.

"And that bitch won't even step outside this palace, let alone this city. Brother, I'm trapped. Helena's backed me into a corner, and that bitch is having the time of her life watching me squirm."

Kaisen sighed, nodding in understanding.

"I can't afford to have my image tarnished. Not now, at least. If people see me as weak, then all hope is lost. But that doesn't mean I can tolerate that bitch anymore."

A tense silence settled between them, thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, Kaisen put a hand on Kayden's shoulder, a devilish grin creeping onto his face.

"I don't want her..."

Kayden's face fell, looking as defeated as a gambler who'd lost his last chip, but Kaisen wasn't done yet.

"...But I can tame that bitch so well she'll be licking your butt crack clean if you ask her to, Kayden. Let me handle her, and by the time I'm done, Helena will be so loyal that even the Grim Reaper will have to bring a crowbar to pry her away from her fate."

Kayden's face lit up with a hopeful expression, as if he'd just been promised a lifetime supply of chocolate.

"You will? Brother, Helena is so cunning. I've tried everything and nothing worked."

"Relax, brother. I know how to handle bitches like her. I've got my divine weapon for that," Kaisen said with a grin that could only be described as "cat-who-ate-the-canary."

Both brothers exchanged smiles, their expressions turning into maniacal grins as they laughed like villains from a cartoon.

...

'Seems like I'm going to enjoy punishing her…'

Kaisen thought, rubbing his hands together with a gleam in his eye as he slowly pushed open the large double doors. He only needed a tiny creak to get a peek at what he was dealing with.

Under Kayden's orders, the servants and guards had been dismissed, leaving Kaisen with full access to this particular room.

'Holy moly! That scene looks like it was ripped straight from a high-definition porn site or... or like she's walked right out of the game world!'

Kaisen thought, his eyes widening as they fell on Helena.

She was draped in white silky lingerie, lying on her side on the bed as if she were a character from a fantasy novel that had somehow gotten a little too raunchy.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like golden silk flowing from a royal's head.

Kaisen's gaze locked onto her perfect round ass, which was practically begging for attention due to the position she was lounging in.

A white lace panty barely covered her treasure, and Kaisen licked his lips like he was eyeing a buffet of forbidden delights.

'This is going to be so much fun.'

Kaisen thought with a smirk, slipping into the room like a cat burglar in a cheesy action flick. He shut the door behind him with the precision of a ninja, ready to teach this bitch a lesson in manners.

He was determined to pound that message so deeply into her consciousness that it would be like trying to forget a tattoo on her soul.