NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: On To His Face!

“J-just fucking go already!! I don’t want to see your face at all!!!”

Nadia’s voice cracked, her entire body trembling as she stomped her foot on the floor—

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

The shift in her stance made her ass press back just right, and Artis—who was already knuckle-deep in her sinful little hole—saw his golden opportunity.

With a sly smirk, he slid in a second finger.

“AHH—!”

Her moan shot out before she could stop it, her eyes widening in horror.

Her fucking husband was standing right there.

Her fucking husband who, by some miracle of god, didn’t hear the depraved sound she just made.

Chen, oblivious as ever, sighed dramatically.

“Why? What did I do—”

“BASTARD! I TOLD YOU TO GET LOST! GET LOST!!!”

Her face was red as hell—a combination of fury, embarrassment, and the absolute filth Artis was doing to her body behind Chen’s back.

She was this close to losing her fucking mind.

And Artis? That evil prick was pushing his fingers deeper, stretching her out, scissoring inside her while she was having a full-blown domestic argument.

The audacity.

Chen squinted at her suspiciously. “The hell is your problem?”

Nadia’s lips wobbled. Her knees wobbled. Hell, her entire soul was wobbling at this point.

But she kept her ground, forcing a scowl. “GO. TO. FUCKING. SLEEP.”

Chen narrowed his eyes one last time, then huffed. “Whatever. I’ll deal with your weird ass later.”

And with that, he finally turned away.

Nadia’s body almost relaxed—

Until Artis suddenly curled his fingers inside her.

“Nnnghh~!!!”

She bit her tongue so hard she thought she might taste blood.

Her entire body convulsed, her hips bucking involuntarily—

And just when she thought she couldn’t handle another fucking second of this torture—

“What is that noise—oh!”

Juliana’s voice rang out as she stepped into the room, casually dusting flour off her apron, only to freeze mid-motion at the sight in front of her.

The scene was something straight out of a filthy porno, and for a moment, she just stared, taking in every single depraved detail.

Nadia stood there trembling, her flimsy nightie barely covering the thick curve of her thighs, while Artis, standing right behind her, had his fingers wedged deep between her plush ass cheeks.

The intimate way his hand was buried between them left no room for doubt about what was happening, and the way Nadia’s entire body shuddered only made it even clearer.

For a few seconds, no one spoke. The only sound in the room was Nadia’s shaky breathing and the barely audible, sinful squelch of Artis’s fingers still working her open.

Then, finally, Nadia managed to choke out a broken, breathless attempt at words.

“Ahh, Mo-m… I-I-I—nghj~”

She turned her head toward Juliana, her eyes wide with panic, but her body remained frozen in place.

If she moved, if she turned even an inch, her husband, standing just a few feet away, would see everything. He would see Artis’s hand buried deep between her ass cheeks, fingers teasing exactly where they shouldn’t be.

“Th-this isn’t what it looks like…!”

She gasped, though her voice was anything but convincing.

Desperation took over as she frantically reached for the hem of her nightie, trying to yank it down to cover her indecency.

But Artis took that exact moment to push his fingers deeper, making her body jerk violently in response.

Juliana, standing there like an unfortunate audience member to a live porno, felt her eyes widen in sheer disbelief.

Her poor, dear Nadia—her sweet, feisty, always-in-control dughter—was currently bent forward with Artis’s fingers deep in her ass.

Juliana’s face turned a furious shade of red, both from secondhand embarrassment and the fucking sheer indecency of what was unfolding in broad daylight.

Her eyes darted toward Artis, only to find the smug bastard already looking right at her with a shit-eating grin, as if daring her to say something.

And just because he was a menace to society, he decided to pump his fingers harder, his hand moving like he was trying to milk every filthy sound out of Nadia.

Nadia’s whole body jerked violently, her knees threatening to buckle, and she let out a strangled gasp, her fingers clawing at her own nightie in a last-ditch effort to keep herself together.

‘FUCK!’

Her mind screamed as her ass clenched around his fingers, trying to resist the overwhelming stimulation.

But Artis gave zero fucks about her predicament and continued to mercilessly pump his fingers in and out, the wet, sinful sounds loud enough to be fucking dangerous.

Juliana, now fully aware that she was watching some depraved, ass-stuffing drama that she definitely didn’t sign up for, took a step back, her hands raised in surrender.

“N-never mind!” she blurted out, her words tumbling over each other in her haste to escape. “I-I-it’s your family matter! I’m OUT!”

With an Olympic-level pivot, she spun on her heels and all but fled back into the kitchen, because fuck this entire situation.

“M-mom—ngh~~!”

Nadia tried to call out, but fuck, fuck, fuck, Artis curled his fingers inside her at just the right angle, and she barely managed to swallow down a broken moan before it could escape.

Chen, completely oblivious to the absolute filth happening right under his nose, let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temple like he was the one suffering here.

“I’m out.”

He said, giving zero fucks about whatever nonsense was happening behind him.

He turned on his heels and made his way toward Artis’s room, sliding the door open and closing it behind him without another word.

Nadia stood frozen, her entire body locked up, barely breathing until she heard the final click of the sliding door.

Only then did she finally snap, biting down hard on her own hand as a loud, filthy moan ripped out of her, her whole body shaking violently.

She wanted to fucking die. Or cum. Or both.

She shook her head frantically, her body betraying her as an uncontrollable shudder wracked through her spine.

Every muscle in her lower half tensed as a wave of sensation crashed into her, leaving her breathless.

‘Ahh!!’

Her mind screamed, but her lips remained sealed, her teeth clamping down in a desperate attempt to swallow the filthy noises threatening to spill out.

Artis’s fingers showed no mercy, his relentless assault forcing her thighs to tremble like a newborn deer, her knees giving out under the sheer intensity.

She had no choice but to let her entire weight fall against his arm, her ass helplessly propped up for his amusement.

“You’re really something, Nadia.”

“Y-you… bastard…!”

She choked out, barely able to form words as she instinctively reached for the edge of the table, her fingers gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She bit down on her lower lip so hard it almost drew blood, anything to keep herself from letting out the desperate, needy moans bubbling in her throat.

But then—oh, fuck no.

A new sensation made her entire body lock up in panic. It was warm, slick, and undeniably bold.

Something pressed against her pussy.

Her eyes flew open in shock, and she twisted her head back to see the absolute depraved sight behind her.

Artis was crouched low, his face mere inches from her spread ass cheeks, watching with unholy fascination as she trembled.

His eyes were locked onto her with a gaze so hungry, so fucking depraved, it sent a whole new wave of shame and arousal surging through her.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, both of his hands were now sinfully buried in her most intimate places.

One was still working her poor, abused asshole, fingers mercilessly pumping in and out, while the other had found its way to her sopping wet pussy, his fingers slick with her arousal as they teasingly traced along her swollen folds.

‘FUCK!!’

Her mind short-circuited, her entire body tensing up so hard she thought she might fucking snap in half. She could barely breathe, her grip on the table tightening until her fingertips turned white.

“You’re soaking wet, Nadia.”

Artis murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as his index finger teased along her achingly slick folds.

The slow, agonizing intrusion sent a violent tremor through her body, her hips betraying her as they involuntarily bucked forward, desperate for more.

Her body was a fucking mess—her ass unconsciously pushing back onto the fingers working her tight hole while her needy pussy shamelessly ground against his other hand, slicking his fingers with sinful proof of her arousal.

Every nerve was on fire, every muscle in her legs quivering like she was standing on the edge of a fucking cliff, about to free-fall into oblivion.

And then, she did.

The earth-shattering climax hit her like a lightning strike, her entire body locking up for a split second before snapping into a helpless, uncontrollable shudder.

“Ahhhh!!!!!”

The sound ripped from her throat in a raw, unfiltered moan, her legs finally betraying her as they gave out completely.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, she collapsed backward—straight onto his fucking face.