NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: A very special morning indeed!

“Yes, it is hot… But do you wanna know what’s even hotter?”

Before she could even attempt to not combust on the spot, his tongue flicked against her ear—just enough to send a shiver straight down her spine.

Then, the bastard had the audacity to trail down to her neck, licking like he was savoring his next fucking meal.

‘There he fucking goes again… Fuck… I can’t… I’m already leaking…’

Nadia squeezed her thighs together so tight, she could probably crack a spirit stone between them.

She was desperately trying to keep her pussy from betraying her by making a full-blown puddle under the damn table.

But at this rate? She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold the floodgates shut.

“W-what…? W-what is hotter…?”

She stammered, trying to shove the conversation back to anywhere that didn’t involve her soaking wet misery.

“T-the soup? Right? The soup! It’s so hot, I-I can’t even drink it at all…!”

In a last-ditch attempt to not completely lose her fucking mind, she dramatically blew on the spoon, as if her life depended on it.

Artis smirked.

“Is it that hot?”

“Yes… t-too much hot…”

She muttered, eyes twitching, because she sure as hell wasn’t talking about the fucking soup anymore.

“Is it? You want a quick way to make it less hot?”

He murmured, leaning down like a damn scheming devil.

Nadia blinked.

“H-how?”

She probably shouldn’t have asked.

Before she could even brace herself, Artis smirked—and that was her first fucking warning.

He reached out, his hand slipping behind her head like he was about to whisper some deep, ancient wisdom straight into her soul.

Instead, the bastard grabbed her hand, lifted it, and dumped the spoonful of soup into his own mouth.

Nadia stared, completely fucking lost.

“Wh-what?”

She stammered, watching as he swished the soup around like it was some rare, thousand-year-old spiritual elixir.

‘How the fuck was this supposed to make it less hot?!’

Was he tasting it first? Testing the temperature like some goddamn human thermometer before actually attempting whatever nonsense he had in mind?

Nadia had no fucking clue—but since he had said he was about to do something, she was all ears and eyes for whatever insane trick was coming next.

And then—oh no.

‘Oh, fuck no.’

He stopped swishing. Slowly—so slowly—he tilted his head down, eyes locking onto hers. And then, he smiled.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up like she had just been hit by a lightning tribulation.

‘He’s about to do something fucking crazy.’

Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Whatever you’re thinking won’t work on me—mmm~!”

Nadia barely got the words out before Artis fucking struck. The second her mouth opened, the bastard let go of her hand, grabbed her jaw like a goddamn villain, and swooped in.

Before she could even process what the fuck was happening, his lips slammed onto hers, his tongue pushing in like he was invading a helpless kingdom.

‘Oh, fuck.’

She should resist. She should slap him. She should do literally anything other than melt like a bitch in heat—but her traitorous body? Completely fucked.

She was already under his spell, drowning in the raw dominance of his grip.

His lips were firm, his tongue hot, and then—oh shit—the soup.

Warm liquid flowed into her mouth, and her body betrayed her even further by automatically drinking it down like she was born for this moment.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sipped, letting him feed it to her, her tongue brushing against his as she swallowed every drop.

And just when she thought it was over, she felt something else—his hand dropping down.

Right onto her fucking tit.

‘Ohhh, shit.’

A moment later, he finally pulled back, lips slick, eyes dark, and she gasped for air like she’d just escaped drowning.

But did she move away?

Nope.

She fucking stayed.

“There’s some on my tongue, slurp it up, baby.”

He said, his tongue hanging out like a desperate, horny puppy begging for a treat.

“You… dumb pervert…”

She grumbled, but her body had other ideas as she leaned in, lips parting, her breath shaky with anticipation.

“That’s right. Now be a good girl and clean your Daddy’s tongue.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Heat surged through her veins.

‘Why the fuck did that sound so hot?!’

Still, she obeyed—because apparently, her dignity had packed up and left the building.

Mouth wide open, she plunged forward, her tongue tangling with his, licking, sucking, fucking devouring his mouth like she was starving for it.

She didn’t just clean his tongue—she explored it, ran over his teeth, his lips, his everything.

She was all in. A filthy little missionary on a mission to suck this man dry.

The deeper she went, the more she felt it—her pussy dripping, her thighs rubbing together, the shame fighting a losing battle against raw, unfiltered need.

‘D-Daddy…?! Wh-why do I like this?!’

Then, just as her tongue was about to declare permanent residence in his mouth, his hand cupped her tits.

Not gently.

Her breath hitched, her tongue finally letting his go, a string of spit still connecting them as she leaned back, panting like she just ran a goddamn marathon.

“How was it? Was it warm enough for you?”

He smirked, his hand giving her boob one last teasing squeeze before he straightened up, towering over her.

“Or was it… too hot?”

She didn’t answer.

She couldn’t answer.

Just blushed. Looked away. Crossed her arms in a sad attempt to preserve some dignity, even though her nipples were very fucking visible—hard, perky, betraying every lie she wanted to tell.

“Ha, anyway… I have to meet Mommy.”

Artis stretched—way too much—groaning like he was putting on a damn show. And then—WHAP!

Something hot. Something heavy. Something throbbing smacked her right across the cheek.

The fuck?!

Nadia froze. Her brain short-circuited. What the hell just hit me—?!

Then she saw it. Felt it.

It was his cock. His big, veiny, ridiculous monster of a cock, out in the wild, stretching from her ear to the fucking sky.

“Oh my? Forgive me, dear Nadia.”

Artis said, voice smooth as silk, acting like he didn’t just dickslap her into another dimension.

“These pants are too small to contain him. He just… escaped while I was stretching.”

‘Escaped?’

Like his cock had prison break instincts?!

She opened her mouth—whether to scream or gasp, she wasn’t sure—but just as she did, the fat, bulbous tip bounced against her lips.

Nadia stiffened.

The thick, heady musk of pure testosterone and sweat hit her nose like a drug. She swore she felt her pussy clench just from the scent alone.

He kept stretching like he was oblivious—like his goddamn pulsing, throbbing, swinging beast wasn’t right in her fucking face, taunting her, making her lips tremble with… something dangerous.

She side-eyed the thing, swallowing hard.

Her eyes traced the thick, pulsing veins, the sheer fucking length of it, the way the tip twitched like it knew she was staring.

This bastard was doing it on purpose.

She knew it.

And goddammit… it was working.

“Ah, I heard you went shopping with your friends last night? You’ve been frequenting this, Nadia.”

His voice was casual, too casual—like he wasn’t standing there, letting his big-ass cock throb right in her face like some smug, perverted deity.

She side-eyed the damn thing.

Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened.

‘This motherfucker.’

He knew.

He knew what she was feeling, knew how flustered she was, knew she was fighting the urge to just open wide and—

‘Bastard!’

But what could she do? Run? Scream? Pretend she didn’t want his attention when that was all she fucking craved?

No.

The only option was to endure this.

No—fuck that—she was going to enjoy this torture. Because goddammit, this was the most attention she’d gotten from him in days, and if his cock wanted to haunt her, then fine—she’d let it.

“—adia! Nadia! Are you here? What are you t—eh?”

His voice yanked her back to reality, but reality was fucking rude because the red-hot throbbing monster in front of her wasn’t going anywhere.

If anything, the damn thing pulsed harder, like it knew it had her attention.

“N-nothing! J-just shopping matters…”

She sucked in a breath, a fatal mistake. His thick, musky scent invaded her senses, clogging her brain with nothing but raw, primal man.

“Is that so? Make sure you pay them, okay? Or else… you remember how security used to check suspicious women back in the day, right?”

His words were crude, but Nadia couldn’t focus on anything except the massive cock casually grazing against her lips, like it was teasing her.

Then—he took a step to the side.

Now, the beast was parallel to her face, hovering just inches away from her mouth.

So fucking close.

“Ah, yes. Yes, I will. Don’t worry.”

But she was worried.

‘Just a few centimeters… just a few more centimeters and I can wrap my lips around it…’

Nadia bit her lip. Her hands shook.

Her patience?

Gone.

Then he suddenly got an idea. A perverted idea, as usual…