NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Fingering the Dying Star!

“Cum.”

The word left her lips as casually as if she were commenting on the goddamn weather.

Chen’s eyes nearly popped out of his gaunt, sleep-deprived skull.

“What?!”

Nadia turned to him slowly, deliberately, her lips curling into something between a sneer and a smirk.

“I said cum, Chen. You know what cum is, right? Sperm. Jizz. Man-juice. Cock-cream.” She gestured to her chin and lips, both glistening obscenely. “That’s what’s on my face. Because I just had a fat dick in my mouth.”

She let that marinate. Let it sink into his frail, malnourished little brain.

Artis nearly choked on his own spit.

Chen, meanwhile, stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck carrying a shipment of dildos.

His lips opened and closed, but no sound came out—just pathetic, strangled wheezes of disbelief.

Nadia, however, wasn’t done.

“Hmph!”

With a loud, exaggerated huff, she snapped to her feet. Her chair scraped across the floor with a violent screech before toppling over behind her with a loud thud.

“I swear to fucking God, I can’t even eat in peace in my own damn house!”

She planted her foot down hard, the slap of skin against wood ringing through the room.

And from Artis’ vantage point—which just so happened to be way too fucking close—he had a glorious view of what that movement did to her body.

Her tits bounced. Her ass jiggled. Like some kind of high-definition porno physics engine was at work.

And then—

Drip.

A thin, glistening trail of wetness slithered down the inside of her thigh, catching the light just right.

Artis had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.

Chen, on the other hand?

He just stood there—shaking, trembling, and very likely questioning every single fucking life choice that had led him to this moment.

“Go on, eat it, if that’s what you want! I d-d-don’t w-w-want your… your stupid fucking face near me at all!”

Nadia was spewing some hot, angry nonsense, her voice shaky from rage—or at least, that’s what she wanted to believe.

Because at that moment, she felt a hand grab two fat handfuls of her ass cheeks and spread them apart like he was parting the gates of heaven.

‘What the—?!’

Artis was standing right behind her, and the bastard didn’t even have to fucking strain to reach her ass—his hands naturally found their way to her plush, bouncy cheeks like they were made for his grip.

Her entire body went stiff as those sinful fingers pried her fluffy, jiggly ass cheeks apart like they were opening a damn treasure chest.

And Chen had no fucking clue.

He was standing in front of her, looking all innocent and confused while some bold bastard behind her was taking full advantage of the situation.

Since Chen was completely out of normalcy with his insomnia and lack of nutritious food, he didn’t even see the sinful fingers running up and down the soft curves of her ass, kneading, squeezing—playing.

“Hmm, Nadia, I don’t want any trouble. I just want to rest…”

Chen sighed, raising his hands in defense, completely unaware that his wife was currently being fondled in broad daylight.

‘Are you fucking serious?!’

This damn fool had no idea his wife’s ass was getting groped, spread, and finger-teased right in front of him.

Artis was bold—not only was he fondling her like she was free real estate, but his sinful fingers were running dangerously close to a place her own husband had ever dared to touch before.

Her breathing hitched. Her face? Red as a tomato.

“W-Who cares?”

Nadia scoffed, arms crossed beneath her chest in an attempt to look defiant, but her voice betrayed her. It came out unsteady, breathy, like a woman teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Chen, standing there like a half-starved beggar, squinted at her through sleep-deprived eyes, completely unaware of the war waging beneath her carefully crafted expression. He probably thought she was angry.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Because the real reason she was trembling had nothing to do with frustration and everything to do with the sinful fingers teasing the forbidden space between her ass cheeks.

‘N-No! Not there!’

Her thighs clenched involuntarily, her entire body going taut as Artis ran his fingers over the puckered entrance in slow, taunting circles.

It was deliberate. Teasing. Just barely enough pressure to make her body light up like an inferno but not enough to push her over the edge.

She tried to step forward, but Artis only pressed in harder, his fingers ghosting over her asshole like he was testing its resistance.

“Come on, Nadia, give him a break.”

The asshole had the nerve to speak casually, stepping up beside her while still playing with her rear like she was a goddamn toy.

His voice was smooth as silk, calm, collected—completely at odds with the filthy things his hands were doing to her.

She snapped her head toward him, wide-eyed, her lips parted as if she wanted to protest, to tell him to stop. But Artis only smirked, as if he could see every thought running through her head, and none of them scared him.

“The guy’s been working overtime since the ginseng mess and the matriarch issue. Cut him some slack already.”

“Hmph.”

She huffed, turning away sharply, her arms still crossed, though the act of shifting her weight only made her shiver as Artis’ fingers traced a slow, torturous path around her rim.

And then—

He pressed in just a little deeper.

Nadia stiffened. Every muscle in her body seized up, and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from gasping.

She could feel it now. The heat between her legs. The slickness gathering with every sinful stroke of his fingers.

“You tell her, Brother in law. I just need some sleep.”

Chen groaned, stretching his arms lazily while yawning—completely fucking unaware that, at that exact moment, Artis’s index finger was slipping into forbidden territory.

Nadia’s eyes blew wide. Her whole body stiffened.

‘OH, FUCK—NO!’

A tiny, wet squelch sounded as the tip breached her tight entrance, making her toes curl.

She clenched around the intrusion, but that only made things worse—her traitorous body sucking him in deeper like she wanted this filth to happen.

Meanwhile, the fucking audacity of Artis. The man didn’t even flinch. He looked over at Chen—calm, collected, like he wasn’t currently finger-fucking his wife’s ass in broad daylight.

“Oh?” Chen yawned. “What’s that sound?” His brow furrowed as he lazily scanned the room. “A… squelching noise?”

Chen’s sleepy voice made Nadia’s soul leave her body.

‘Holy shit—HE HEARD IT!’

Her heart pounded. Her mouth opened—to say something, anything—but nothing came out except a pathetic little whimper.

Chen scratched his head, still groggy.

“Or maybe I’m just hearing things…”

Chen yawned again.

“Since Nadia is being a bitch, brother in law, why don’t you go sleep in my room?”

His voice was so casual, so fucking normal—like he wasn’t currently pushing his finger deeper into her trembling ass.

She shot him another pleading look—desperate, mortified, teary-eyed.

‘STOP, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!’

But Artis? Oh no. That sadistic prick had other plans.

He pulled out—slow, deliberate—then raised his glistening finger to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean with an obscene slurp.

Nadia nearly fainted.

Before she could even process the horror, his wet finger was back—coated in his own spit, pressing right against her twitching hole again.

Prying. Pushing. Invading.

Her whole body shuddered.

“Ahh… that’s a good idea, brother in law… thank you.”

“N-no… he shouldn’t… h-he’s not allowed…”

Nadia’s voice wavered, her entire body trembling like a goddamn leaf. Artis, that smug bastard, just kept working his sinful fingers—slowly but steadily stretching her out, one wicked inch at a time.

Her tight hole clenched, trying to fight back, but fuck, he was relentless.

First, just the tip.

Then a little more—halfway in.

Then three-quarters, her muscles twitching around him.

And finally—fuck—his entire index finger sank inside.

She nearly choked on air.

Chen, the blissfully unaware husband, turned his head at her weird stammering.

“Why? What’s the problem now?”

Nadia’s soul left her body. She was about to lose it—not from anger, but from Artis’s sinful fingers buried deep where no finger had ever fucking gone before.

“N-nothing. J-j-just go.”

She flailed a hand at him in a totally not suspicious way, her other hand gripping the table so fucking tight she thought she might snap the wood in half.

Nadia’s mind was screaming.

‘This is too much! Everyone’s home! This is insane!’

She barely managed to hold still. Every muscle in her body was tensed—her ass clenching, her thighs trembling, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.

If she came right here, in the middle of the fucking house, while everyone was around—she would never live it down.

‘And holy fuck—I just sucked his cock without even thinking about the fact that someone could walk in on us. What the fuck am I doing?!’

She shook her head violently, trying to regain some kind of control, but then—

SCHLICK—

Artis pulled his finger all the way out… and then plunged it right back in.

Nadia’s knees buckled.

Her eyes rolled back.

A moan—low, breathy, embarrassingly needy—escaped her throat before she could fucking stop it.

‘FUCK—OH FUCK—NO, NO, NO—’