NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: The Holy Plunging!

Lui, mid-stroke, blinked at Juliana’s outstretched hand like she’d just asked him to help her change a car tire in the middle of an orgy. She wanted to hold his hand?

Right before getting absolutely wrecked by Artis’ monster cock?

Sure. Why not.

It’s totally normal for a husband to hold his wife’s hand while a tall, muscular sex god rearranges her insides, right? It’s just good manners.

‘Well, I only need one hand to jerk off anyway… and honestly, I kinda wanna feel how she takes that thing…’

With an internal shrug, Lui reached out his left hand, keeping his right firmly wrapped around his sad little carrot. The moment their fingers intertwined, his eyes widened.

‘What the fuck?!’

Her hand was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, radiating so much heat it felt like he was gripping a goddamn furnace. And her grip? Holy shit. It was tightening by the second, like she was holding onto him for dear life.

Then suddenly—SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!—wet slapping sounds filled the room, each one followed by Juliana’s breathy moans.

Lui panicked.

‘Wait… did I just fucking MISS IT?!’

He frantically peeked over her shoulder, eyes wide in terror—only to let out a relieved sigh.

‘Thank fuck.’

The Holy Plunging™ had not yet commenced.

Artis was still teasing her—slapping his massive cock against her drenched entrance like he was punishing her pussy for existing.

“Finally…”

Artis exhaled, voice thick with anticipation.

Then he paused.

A single, deep breath.

The room froze.

Lui’s hand stayed glued to his sad little baby carrot. Juliana held her breath like she was bracing for impact.

And then—

A single wet shlick cut through the silence.

Juliana slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes rolling back as her pussy stretched around Artis’ baton of destruction.

Artis’ head snapped back, his eyes rolling up as his cock got sucked deeper inside her.

‘FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!’

His entire body trembled. The heat, the wetness, the suffocating grip of her insides—this was more than he bargained for.

He was fighting for his life.

“Oh god…!”

Juliana was seeing stars—not the romantic, twinkly kind, but the holy-shit-I’m-about-to-black-out kind.

Her eyes were glazed, mouth frozen in a silent scream as Artis pushed his monster cock inch by agonizing inch inside her, stretching her pussy like it was training for the Olympics.

When the fat, red, bulbous head finally popped in, she let out a sharp gasp, her cunt instantly clamping down like it was afraid he’d take it back out.

Oh no, buddy, you’re staying in here.

Her walls were already trying to milk him dry before he’d even given a single thrust.

“Holy shit…”

Artis groaned like he’d just tasted the finest meal of his life. His cock was getting squeezed so tight, he felt like she was personally trying to suck his soul out through his dick.

It was heaven. It was hell. It was both.

Meanwhile, Lui was dying.

Juliana’s grip on his poor hand had turned vicious, her nails digging into his skin like she was trying to transfer the stretch onto him.

‘FUCK!’

He wanted to scream, but he bit his lip, suffering in silence.

He couldn’t be the one to interrupt Artis’ sacred concentration.

His eyes welled up. A single, dramatic tear rolled down his cheek.

Then—

A sound.

Soft. Whimpering.

Juliana.

Lui snapped his eyes open.

‘Oh, fuck. It’s happening.’

“Mmmm…!”

Juliana moaned like a bitch in heat, her fingers clawing at the table like it owed her money.

Her entire body trembled, skin hot, nerves screaming.

“F-fuck, it’s so big.”

Her voice came out whimpery—a mix of pleasure, pain, and holy-shit-this-thing-might-break-me.

Her eyes watered, her pussy struggling to adjust.

The size difference between her husband’s sad little carrot and Artis’ goddamn battering ram was so obscene that her brain short-circuited for a second.

She was getting split open like a Thanksgiving turkey, and her body didn’t know whether to panic or celebrate.

“You good, Mommy?”

Artis’ voice was tight—his jaw clenched, his abs flexed like he was doing battle.

Juliana’s pussy was clamped down on his cock like a death trap, and if he moved too fast, he was gonna fucking explode right there.

“Yes… Just give me a sec.”

She panted, her breathing ragged, her tits heaving against the table.

Lui, still clutching her crushing grip, felt like his bones were rearranging.

After a few deep breaths, Juliana nodded—her eyes dazed, her lip trembling.

It was the green light.

“Take it nice and slow,” Artis grunted, his voice thick with restraint. “Trust me, you don’t wanna rush it.”

Juliana nodded again, biting her lip as she felt his massive, throbbing shaft start to slide deeper.

Her walls stretched, her body shuddered, her mind blanked.

It was the most exquisite fucking pain—like getting wrecked by a God—and every nerve in her body was singing for more.

“GOD…!”

Juliana gasped, her legs shaking like a newborn deer that just realized it’s been dropped into a lion’s den.

“Fuuuck.”

Artis growled, his jaw tight, his eyes clenched shut like he was doing deep fucking meditation to keep himself from slamming into her like a wild beast.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight.”

“Mmmm…”

Juliana moaned, her body quivering like a damn tuning fork.

She could feel every inch of him—his thick, throbbing cock pressing against places that had only been lightly nudged before, her walls stretched and clinging to him like her pussy was trying to never let go.

Then he pulled back—just enough to tease—before slamming forward, making Juliana yelp and moan at the same time, like a bitch in heat.

“FUCK!”

“AHHH~”

With each thrust, Artis’ cock slid deeper, further, claiming every single millimeter of her soaked, desperate hole.

And then—oh fuck—when he felt more than half of his monster dick was inside, he pulled back until just the bulbous, leaking tip remained at her entrance.

And then—

BAM.

One final, brutal thrust.

Balls-deep.

Juliana screamed.

“AHHHH!”

Her entire body convulsed, her spine arching like she’d just been struck by divine lightning.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him like a fucking vice.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t speak.

She couldn’t even breathe.

Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her boobs bouncing against the table, her body fully, completely, utterly stuffed with cock.

‘Oh my God… oh my God…’

Her mind was fucking blank.

Nothing existed except the massive, throbbing, vein-covered beast inside her, stretching her beyond reason.

‘I’m… I’m gonna fucking die.’

Artis had never felt anything like it before, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he genuinely wondered if this was what heaven felt like.

Like if he died right here, balls deep in this bitch, he’d ascend straight to the celestial realm as a divine sex god.

“Mmmm, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

He groaned, completely motionless, just marinating in the wet, velvety grip of Juliana’s pussy.

Meanwhile, Lui was not having such a transcendent experience.

His poor hand—his poor fucking hand—was being crushed to dust in Juliana’s death grip.

He gritted his teeth, his free hand hovering over his sad, neglected little carrot, wanting so badly to keep stroking but instead trying to pry himself free from her iron-clad, post-dick paralysis hold.

‘Fucking hell, it’s hurting…’

He winced and looked up—only to immediately wish he hadn’t.

‘Fuck….’

Juliana was fucking gone.

Like, gone gone.

Her body was completely slack, her head limp, her eyes rolled all the way back to the point where she looked like a possessed demon bitch mid-exorcism.

Her mouth hung open in a sloppy O, a trail of drool leaking down her chin like her soul had fully vacated her body.

Lui’s brow furrowed.

‘Wait a fucking second… why isn’t she moving?’

He tightened his grip on her hand, but there was no reaction. No twitch, no shiver—nothing. His stomach dropped.

‘Oh fuck. Did she just die?’

Panic flared in his chest as he leaned in close, eyes scanning Juliana’s face for any sign of life. Nothing.

She was completely still, her mouth slightly parted, her expression frozen in what looked disturbingly like a post-orgasmic coma.

“Artis… uh… she’s not mov—”

Before Lui could finish his sentence, he saw it. In slow motion. The moment Artis pulled back his hips and then slammed forward with a force that sent a WHAP echoing through the room.

Lui’s brain couldn’t process the physics of it—just the sheer brutality of Artis’s cock disappearing inside her and the slap of his balls making his eardrums ring.

“OHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Juliana, previously thought deceased, shot up like a goddamn horror movie monster. Her head rocketed straight into Lui’s chin, launching him into the fucking air like a ragdoll.

He crashed onto the floor, limbs sprawled like a tragic cartoon character, his vision swimming with stars.

The force of Artis’s thrusts damn near turned the entire fucking table into a sentient being—it creaked, groaned, and wobbled like it was on the verge of calling for help.

If it had a mouth, it’d be screaming for mercy.

Then came the sounds. Oh, the fucking sounds.