The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 227: Cat Mommy Milkers [3]

He looked like he knew exactly what twisted desires simmered beneath her surface, like he could see the naughty thoughts she kept locked away.

His eyes wandered, taking their sweet time moving down from her chin to her neck, and then to her collarbone.

When they finally reached her cleavage, Rodalina almost dumped her coffee again. He was practically undressing her with his eyes, and damn if she didn't feel every bit of it.

Her breath hitched, her chest heaving, and her boobs started playing peekaboo with the neckline of her tunic.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, clearly enjoying the show as her white, creamy tits made their debut.

Her heart was racing like she'd just sprinted a marathon, pounding so hard she could feel it echo in her ears. And fuck, her pussy was twitching, ready to put on a leaky encore.

Her cheeks were on fire, and she gulped hard, trying to calm the storm raging in her body.

After what felt like an eternity of him staring, his eyes zeroed in on her nipples, proudly poking against her tunic like they were trying to make a break for it.

Hell, they were practically pitching a tent. She was pretty sure if he squinted hard enough, he'd see the damn things were pink.

She bit her lip, watching him lick his lips again, his tongue slow and deliberate, like he was giving her a preview of how he'd tease her nipples with it.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her core.

"Ah, I'm really eager to learn more about your culture, ma'am," Kaisen said, still ogling her chest. "I think starting with the basics is important. You know, from the ground up. Like this tunic of yours."

Rodalina's face turned crimson as she sighed in relief. Here she was, thinking he was undressing her with his eyes, when he was just curious about her damn tunic.

'Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me? Just because Roland hasn't fucked me in two years doesn't mean everyone's trying to jump my bones.'

Trying to shake off her embarrassment, Rodalina stammered,

"Ah, this tunic... well, we cat beast-kin don't like wearing much, especially when it's rainy. So, we go for something loose that covers the goods but doesn't cramp our style. Helps with agility too... uh..."

Kaisen just nodded, eyes still locked on her tits like he was planning to learn a lot more than just cultural differences.

"I see. Well, this culture is indeed fascinating. Can I touch it? Would that be alright?"

Kaisen asked, his innocent tone doing nothing to hide the mischief in his eyes.

Rodalina blushed, not thinking much of it.

"Uh, I guess…"

She figured it was just curiosity about another culture.

But what she didn't expect was his hand shooting straight to her nipple, which was practically screaming for attention under her tunic. He pinched it, and Rodalina gasped, biting down a moan so hard she almost drew blood.

Kaisen just smiled sweetly, as if he wasn't fondling her tit like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, it's surprisingly firm for something so soft. Why is that? Look, I can even pull on it without tearing it. This is so interesting! Tell me more about it."

As he tugged on her nipple, Rodalina had to stifle another moan, her eyes darting to her son, who was blissfully unaware and busy blowing on his coffee. Meanwhile, she was on the verge of moaning loud enough to startle the whole village.

She glanced back at Kaisen, who was still playing with her boob, all wide-eyed and innocent like he was doing nothing more than playing with a fidget toy.

'Okay, this is definitely not normal… no, this is so fucking not normal! He's playing with my goddamn nipple!'

She thought, but deep down, she knew she didn't want him to stop. It had been so long since Roland had touched her, and damn it, she was desperate for any attention, even if it came from a young, curious guy who apparently didn't know what boundaries were.

'Oh, god… what the fuck am I thinking? I'm married! I have a husband and kids… I can't do this… but…'

She glanced at the young man, who wore an innocent smile as if he were genuinely fascinated by her tunic. His hands, however, betrayed that innocence, giving her nipple another pinch that made her shudder.

"Y-y-you can feel the softness here."

She stammered, grabbing his hand and awkwardly placing it on the fabric of her arm, trying to avoid direct contact with her skin. She was terrified she'd lose control if he touched her bare flesh.

"Ah, I see. It's indeed soft now. But what about the material? Does it help with sweat?"

He asked, lifting her hand without a second thought. His teasing was having its effect, and she could feel a bead of sweat forming under her arms.

He leaned in and took a deep whiff, making Rodalina bite her lip hard, her eyes darting nervously to her oblivious son, who was still blissfully unaware of the heated, embarrassing scene unfolding.

'Oh god… this is so wrong… but why the fuck do I want this so badly?'

Rodalina thought as she watched the young man lean in, his nose inches from her armpit, taking a deep sniff.

The warmth of his breath against her skin made her pulse quicken, and she felt herself getting impossibly hornier by the second.

'He's sniffing me… like a man smells his woman…'

Kaisen's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Oh? I didn't ask before, but I see you have a tail cutout on your tunic. That's pretty convenient."

He leaned in further, practically hugging her, and her senses were overwhelmed by his scent—a heady, manly aroma that made her pussy twitch involuntarily.

"Oh, look at that. Perfect round for a fluffy tail."

Without missing a beat, he reached out and grabbed her fluffy tail, making her jerk in surprise. The sudden touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her to clench her ass cheeks tightly and bite her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.

Her body was screaming for more, and she was teetering on the edge of losing control right there in front of him.

"Y-you can't touch that... aah."

A sexual organ that could only be pleased by someone else, a milf who was horny as hell—what could possibly go wrong here? Kaisen was simply providing her with exactly what she craved.