Chapter 243: Who the hell is this show off?

Kaisen was just a few feet from the room when, out of nowhere, over thirty spears surrounded him, their sharp tips aimed right at his manly bits.

The cat tribe members were freakishly fast, and while Kaisen hadn't even broken a sweat, he had to admit it was impressive they managed to keep up.

"A human? In this sacred hall? What the hell is going on, Chief?"

Elder Lenon barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. The idea of a filthy human sullying their sacred space was more than his fur-covered brain could handle.

"This sneaky bastard stumbled into the outpost pretending to be sick, and the second I opened the gates to capture him, he bolted inside like he was never sick in the first place, Elder!"

The cat tribe army chief was already groveling, practically kissing the floor.

"Punish this idiot for allowing such disrespect, Elder Lenon!"

But Kaisen? Kaisen just yawned, completely unimpressed, and shot a wink at Ronali and Rony.

Ronali looked amused, while Rony had the expression of someone witnessing a divine miracle—like Kaisen was the second coming of some cat god or something.

Then Kaisen's gaze shifted to the mature woman clutching her chest, staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Soon enough, he'd have that mouth busy with something far more entertaining.

The stress from this whole ordeal had her sweating like a sinner in church, droplets trickling down her face and soaking into her simple tunic, making it cling to her curves like a second skin.

Kaisen's dick throbbed at the sight, despite the fact that Alice had just drained his balls like a thirsty leech.

Even so, just looking at Rodalina's MILF-tastic figure had his cock twitching back to life.

Rodalina could see the hunger in his eyes, and damn if it didn't make her own body respond. Her cheeks flushed with heat, and her heart started pounding like a jackhammer.

The sexual tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was like both of them instinctively knew that if they ever did get down to business, they'd probably end up demolishing this entire village just from going at it like wild animals.

Kaisen licked his lips slowly, his gaze sliding over her like she was the last steak on Earth, moving from her toes all the way up to her breasts, pausing to ogle the cleavage straining against her tunic.

The voice came from above, smooth as butter and twice as cocky. Everyone's eyes shot upwards, and what they saw made their jaws drop faster than a clumsy stripper's top.

Kaisen stood on the tip of a stray spear thrust above their heads, looking as relaxed as a cat in a sunbeam. Not a bead of sweat on him, just chilling on the razor-sharp blade like he was posing for a calendar titled'Nimble Jackasses of the Year.'

Kaisen stood on the tip of a stray spear thrust above their heads, looking as relaxed as a cat in a sunbeam. Not a bead of sweat on him, just chilling on the razor-sharp blade like he was posing for a calendar titled

'Nimble Jackasses of the Year.'

He wasn't even sweating, just standing there like some mystical guru out of a fantasy flick.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Who the hell is this showoff?"

"Forget where he came from, how is he doing that? You don't just wake up one day and decide to moonwalk on spear tips. That shit takes years of training!"

The whole crowd was dumbfounded, faces twisted in a mix of shock, awe, and a heavy dose of'WTF?!'

The whole crowd was dumbfounded, faces twisted in a mix of shock, awe, and a heavy dose of

'WTF?!'

This human had not only outrun them but had dodged a damn near unavoidable death by a hundred pokey sticks and was now standing there mocking them like a teenager who just stole their lunch money.

This was too much. The humiliation was palpable, like a bad smell that wouldn't go away.

The chief didn't even wait for Elder Lenon to start flapping his gums again—because knowing that cranky old bastard, the next words out of his mouth would be something like, "Off with all their heads!"

"Attack him! With everything you've got!"

The chief roared, launching himself at Kaisen like a furious cat on a laser pointer, setting off a chain reaction that turned the whole scene into a chaotic blur of fur, steel, and pure, unfiltered rage.