Chapter 158: Devil of the Castle Soul

All the guardians watched in utter disbelief as the nude man continued his audacious assault, darting around with the speed of a caffeinated squirrel.

Pieces of armor flew off the unfortunate guardian, who was now caught in his lewd game.

Every time he vanished from one spot, he reappeared in another, like a teleportation spell executed by a hyperactive magician.

Now, he had her bent over, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to unveil his latest invention.

To their collective horror, he did it. He plunged his "greatsword" straight into the guardian's most intimate area.

"AAAAHHH~!"

A scream of pleasure echoed through the castle, sending shockwaves of disbelief and horror among the other guardians.

Kaisen, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. It only took two pumps from his "weapon" for the guardian to spasm, climax, and collapse onto the ground in a state of bliss.

One moment, she was the epitome of uptight duty, and with just a touch, Kaisen had transformed her entirely.

His words and touches had aroused her beyond reason. Each caress, each pinch and grab of her assets made her forget she was ever a guardian.

In simple terms, she never stood a chance against a beast like him.

To make matters worse, when his "mighty sword" plunged straight into her "enchanted garden," the guardian experienced heaven for the first time.

It took just two thrusts for her to discover the ecstasy only a man's "weapon" could deliver.

"Oh my god!"

"What the hell did he do to her?"

"One moment she was standing, and the next moment she's on the ground!"

The guardians were in full panic mode, clucking and squawking like frightened chickens.

They hadn't seen what he'd done, but the armor—said to be the most durable and powerful in the world—had peeled off under his touch like tissue paper.

And to make matters worse, they couldn't even save one of their own.

The poor guardian now looked like a street whore who'd had a very, very busy day.

"Who's next?"

He sidestepped to dodge the first guardian's sword thrust.

Whoosh~

He casually grabbed the woman's armor as she passed by and yanked it back. The armor tore like it was made of tissue paper, crumbling in his grasp.

The guardian fell on her ass, tits bouncing like jelly in an earthquake, desperately trying to cover herself.

"Kyaaa~~"

She let out a sinful sound, a symphony of surprise and pleasure, as his cold and warm touch sent shivers down her spine, enough to make her pussy quiver.

"What's the matter? Armor too fragile? Or maybe you just need to come out of your shell!"

Kaisen taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Another guardian charged at him, only to have Kaisen pivot and trip her, sending her sprawling to the ground.

He was like a dancer in a twisted ballet, each move calculated to humiliate and disarm.

"Don't be shy, there's enough of me to go around!"

He called out, his laughter echoing off the castle walls.

This didn't deter the other guardians, who rushed towards him with the determination of a stampede of over-caffeinated bulls.

Kaisen smirked, gracefully dodging and dancing around them, tearing away pieces of armor with each touch like a naughty seamstress on speed.

And, of course, he groped them while he was at it—grabbing an ass cheek here, pinching a nipple there.

The guardians, under his sudden assault, couldn't help but produce erotic moans as his hands roamed their bodies.

It was like they were in some bizarre, adult version of a slapstick comedy.

One moment they were fierce warriors, the next they were on the ground, panting and moaning, with their pussies wetter than a rainy day in a leaky tent.

"Thank you for the meal."

Kaisen said with a smirk, closing his eyes and giving thanks to his god, the Corrupted One, for this feast.

He then began to lift the poor guardians' asses, starting with the first one he had targeted. With a gleeful grin, he plunged his cock into her wet pussy.