The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 230: Flip the Script

Without another thought, Kaisen subtly tilted his head away from the barrel of her shotgun and reached out, fingers curling around a handful of that soft, pillowy ass. The warmth of her skin under his palm was like touching heaven, only more sinful.

Helena jerked like she'd just been hit with a taser. She pulled the trigger in shock, the gun exploding with a deafening bang.

The bullet whizzed past his head, narrowly missing his ear. But Kaisen had expected it, moving just enough to dodge the shot.

"Woman, you could've killed me."

Kaisen said, his frown so deep it could have been a canyon. That look made Helena shudder like she'd just seen a ghost.

This wasn't just any frown; this was the kind of frown that said, 'I'm one bad day away from flipping this whole place upside down.'

"I... I'm sorry," Helena stammered, her voice barely holding it together.

"You were just... touching my butt, and I got startled! Wait a minute! How dare you touch my butt without my permission?"

She tried to sound fierce, but her voice was shaking like a leaf in a storm, and her hands were trembling so much she looked like she was playing the world's most dangerous game of maracas.

"Well, darling, I'm about to do a lot more than just touching."

Kaisen said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He gave her cheek a light slap, sending a satisfying jiggle through her soft flesh. Helena yelped and jumped back, clutching the gun tighter.

"You're working with them, aren't you? Trying to make me look like a whore so your brother can kick me out of the city? Is that what this is about?"

She shouted, eyes blazing with anger. Kaisen sighed, like a man who's heard the same old story one too many times.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, honey."

He said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, each undone button revealing more of his chiseled chest. Helena's eyes followed his hands as if they were hypnotized.

"Stop it! Don't call me honey! I am not your honey!"

She screamed, her hand shaking so much the gun's aim was wobbling like a drunk trying to walk a straight line.

Kaisen felt a twinge of annoyance. What was this woman's problem? Why was she so damn angry?

'I need to calm her down...'

He thought, but the idea of calming down felt like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.

Kaisen moved toward her, every step making her gun hand tremble more.

He unbuckled his belt with the kind of confidence you'd expect from a rock star about to give an encore, then pulled out his cock, already standing at full attention like it was ready to win a medal. Helena's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

A single string of drool slipped from her mouth, dangling like a silver thread.

"You're lying."

She whispered, backing up until she felt the bed against her thighs, the gun's barrel pressing against his chest like it was trying to push him away but losing the fight.

"I don't need anyone to tell me to seduce you, Helena."

Kaisen said, his voice low and dripping with hunger.

"You're a hot piece of meat I've wanted to savor since day one. All those times you teased me, played your little games—do you have any idea how many times I've jacked off thinking about you?"

"N-no, that can't be true. You're just trying to distract me," Helena stammered, her voice barely more than a breath. "You're working for them…"

Her hand was shaking so much the gun might as well have been a maraca.

"He's telling the truth, mistress."

Misty's mechanical voice cut in, ever the buzzkill of the moment. Helena inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm inside her head.

'So he's not working for them? Could it just be... lust?'

A glimmer of hope flared in her mind, quickly smothered by doubt.

"If... if you're really not working with them, then why did you come here?"

She asked, voice still shaky, but the gun had lowered. Her eyes were glued to the twitching cock, just inches from her stomach, like it was some kind of hypnotic pendulum.

"Like I said, just look at you. Those boobs, straining against that nightie, nipples practically shouting at me to suck on them. Those thighs, I swear, I could rub my face on them all night long. And that ass—soft, fat, just begging for a good, hard pounding. Your hips are driving me wild, and that neck... I want to leave it covered in marks, make it red and raw from my lips."

Helena swallowed hard, feeling her mouth go dry and wet all at once. She knew she was hot, but the heat rolling off Kaisen was like a bonfire.

Where did this come from? The Kaisen she remembered wasn't this...chiseled god with abs that made her mouth water and pecs that looked like the kind of pillows you'd never want to get up from.

This man was sex on legs, a transformation that had taken her completely by surprise.

Now that he was so close, she could smell him, too. His scent was like some forbidden aphrodisiac, making her head spin.

It was earthy and primal, a mix of danger and desire that had her knees weak.

'Plus, Kayden needs this guy for something. My spies said he's important, which means... if I get him on my side, I'll have the power Kayden needs to crush those bastards.'

Helena's mind was racing, her thoughts a tangled web of lust and strategy.

She had her own game to play, and maybe, just maybe, it was time to let Kaisen in on it. But not without making him work for it first.

"Then…"

She dropped the gun like it was yesterday's trash, her eyes never leaving his. She backed up until her legs hit the bed, then leaned back with a sultry smile, spreading herself out like she was on the cover of a magazine.

She lifted one leg in the air, presenting it to him like a queen demanding her loyal servant.

"Service me."

'What a bitch.'

Kaisen thought, but he kept his face in check, giving her a smirk instead.

"Yes, milady."

He replied with his signature smile that promised nothing but mischief.