NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Gawking on that thing!

“Good girl…”

His voice dripped with smug satisfaction, the kind that made Nadia want to either slap him or drop to her knees and worship the cock that was currently wiggling in front of her like a hypnotic pendulum.

And oh, the bastard was moving it—just a little—left, right, left, right. The subtle, teasing motions barely brushed against her lips, but that was enough.

Her mouth betrayed her.

She wasn’t even trying to kiss it, but her lips puckered instinctively, her brain short-circuiting as his thick, throbbing cock booped her mouth in a way that could only be described as obscene.

Like some horny, overconfident beast, his dick was just tapping her lips repeatedly, like it was knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.

‘Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

She was losing it.

Her fingers dug into her thighs, nails pressing deep as she fought the urge to just open her mouth and let that monster slide right in.

Her whole body was practically vibrating with tension, every cell screaming at her to just—just go for it.

And then, just as she was teetering on the edge of all reason—

“Anyway, I’m going to the kitchen.”

She barely processed his words, still too focused on the literal anaconda bobbing in front of her face.

Then—

“Can you put him back in my pants? I’m too tired for it. Just push it back into the zipper.”

Nadia’s brain flatlined.

She slowly lifted her gaze, locking eyes with this absolute menace of a man, her expression caught between shock, disbelief, and the sheer, overwhelming urge to murder him on the spot.

“P-put it back? In the pant?”

Like she was some kind of dick butler? Was she supposed to tuck it in like a baby being put to bed?!

“Yes. Just push him inside the pant and zip it up.”

He said it like he was asking her to straighten his tie or adjust his fucking collar—like this was the most normal request in the world.

Nadia blinked up at him, her brain stuttering like an old car in winter.

“O-okay…”

Okay? Did she just say okay?!

If it had been anyone else—literally any other woman—his cock would’ve been chopped up and fed to the dogs by now. But nope. Not Nadia.

She just nodded, like this was a completely normal request, like stuffing a fully armed, veiny war machine back into a cramped fabric prison was an everyday chore.

“Good girl.”

He stepped back slightly, making room for her.

Nadia scraped her chair back, hesitating for a moment before shifting her body to the side, directly facing his monstrous cock.

And oh, it was right there.

The fat, bulbous tip glistened slightly, almost mocking her, like it knew she wanted to devour it just as badly as it wanted to ruin her. It was daring her. A challenge.

‘You won’t do it, bitch. You won’t—’

She swallowed hard.

Her trembling fingers wrapped around it, the heat of his cock pulsing against her palm. Fuck, it was heavy.

Taking a deep breath, she gently angled it downward, attempting to shove it back into the tiny opening of his zipper.

It didn’t budge.

She tried again, pushing harder.

Nope. Not happening.

The thing was fully armed and operational. It was like trying to jam a rocket launcher into a fucking pencil case.

She adjusted her grip and pushed the thick head forward, attempting to force it in. The resistance was ridiculous. His cock barely fit past the waistband, let alone through the actual zipper hole.

“Fucking hell…”

She muttered, shifting in frustration.

“Having trouble, sweetheart?”

‘Oh, this smug asshole.’

Her eyes shot up to glare at him, only to find his eyes gleaming with pure amusement. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And worse?

So did his damn cock.

She huffed, frustration bubbling inside her as she used both hands to pry open the tiny zipper, desperately trying to force the beast inside.

It wasn’t working.

The fat, swollen tip was right there, touching the zipper, teasing her, mocking her—like it was saying, “Nice try, bitch, but I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Please… just go in…”

Nadia whispered, her voice soft, almost pleading.

To anyone else, it looked like she was diligently failing at stuffing his cock away—but to Artis? Oh, to him, she was giving the world’s most accidental, most hilariously tragic handjob.

He smirked, watching her struggle.

“It’s too thick… too veiny… too big… too monstrous… It won’t fit…” she mumbled, completely entranced by the sheer size of the thing, staring at it like it was some kind of ancient, divine artifact.

Artis grinned.

“Softer?” she continued in a trance, her lips barely an inch away from the tip. “You need to make it softer…”

Her voice was dreamy, distant—like she was speaking to the cock itself.

Artis, on the other hand, wasn’t even paying attention.

“Hmmm… I wonder how I can do that—”

His nose twitched.

“Ohhh fuck—wait, I think—ah shit—A BIG SNEEZE IS COMING!”

His frantic yell snapped Nadia out of her cock-hypnosis. She looked up, blinking in confusion.

“What??”

“AHHH-CHOOOO!!!”

Artis exploded with the most violent, earth-shattering sneeze of his life—and for some ungodly reason, his big-ass hand grabbed the back of Nadia’s head just as she innocently opened her mouth to question him.

SHOVE.

His cock went straight down her throat.

Both of them froze.

The room went silent.

Nadia’s brain completely shut down.

“S-slrp~”

Nadia’s muffled attempt at a question was reduced to a wet, squelching sound around his cock, her voice lost somewhere between her stretched lips and the thick length lodged deep in her throat.

Her eyes watered. Her mouth watered. Hell, her whole soul was drowning in drool.

Meanwhile, Artis—the absolute bastard—sighed in relief like he had barely survived some life-threatening disaster.

“Ughh… that was close… Sorry, dear Nadia.”

‘Sorry?!’

This motherfucker apologized like he accidentally knocked over a drink—NOT like he just shoved his cock down her throat with the force of a goddamn sneeze-powered battering ram.

And he didn’t even pull out!

‘Oh no.’

Instead, he moved back just a little—enough for her to gasp in some air, but not enough to free her mouth from the imprisonment of his dick.

Nadia’s brain was fucking fried.

Her lips were still parted, her mouth wide open, her tongue numb. Not from shock.

From the taste.

It flooded her senses—thick, salty, musky, intoxicating.

She swore she could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, like his cock was fucking breathing inside her mouth.

Her mind?

Blank.

Her pussy?

Leaking.

And yet, instead of processing what the actual fuck just happened, all her brain could do was replay the sensation of it. The weight. The heat. The way it had forced its way in, stretching her lips, her jaw—

“Oh man, what a nasty one…”

Artis mumbled absentmindedly, shaking his head, as if he was talking about the sneeze—not the fact that his dick was still throbbing in her fucking mouth.

And then.

He started moving her head.

Just a little.

Back and forth.

Like he was adjusting a fucking joystick.

Like she was some kind of living, breathing cock sleeve.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t even resisting.

“Maybe there’ll be another one… hmm, well, maybe not… but oh well…”

“Slurp~”

A thick string of saliva dripped down from her parted lips, clinging to her chin before snapping onto her chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy with pleasure, as she let out a satisfied hum.

“I don’t know what the fuck is in the air, but I’m sneezing a lot.”

“Gawk gawk gawk”

She didn’t even pause her rhythm, her head bobbing like she was trying to win an eating contest with no hands.

“I don’t think I’ll sneeze again, so Nadia, please continue. Make him go into the pant, okay?”

Her brain barely processed the words.

She knew he was talking, his voice vibrating in the background like an unnecessary narrator, but her mind was completely fixated on one thing—the thick, pulsing cock sliding in and out of her throat like it was custom-built for it.

Everything was sloppy, messy—her chin, her lips, even her fucking collarbone was glistening with spit, and she didn’t give a single fuck.

“Mmmmmmmm~~”

A deep, sultry moan escaped her lips, vibrating right against the cock stuffing her mouth. Her throat clenched involuntarily, making him groan, and the sound sent a new wave of heat straight between her thighs.

‘Fuck it.’

She gave in completely, embracing the filth, the depravity, the sheer mess of it all. If she was going to have her mouth stuffed full of dick, she might as well enjoy the ride.

“Slrrppp~ Gawk gawk”

The wet, obscene symphony of her mouth working overtime echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls like the soundtrack of sin itself.

To do this in open air was nothing short of insanity, and this insanity was about to be discovered by an over worked guard…