NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Suffocating Cheeks!

“Now, please stand there. Just relax and let me do the work.”

He said, his voice smooth enough to butter toast.

He put her down gently, like she was some fragile vase instead of a walking ball of nerves, and positioned her in front of him. His hands settled firmly on her hips, holding her in place like a sculptor about to chisel a masterpiece.

“Hmmm…”

He groaned, rubbing his chin like a pervy detective solving a very horny case. His eyes roamed up and down her body with the intensity of someone studying the Mona Lisa, except his Mona Lisa was nervously squirming and very aware of where this was headed.

“Let me take a good look. Do you feel pain here?”

He asked innocently, bending slightly so his head brushed against her breasts as his hands found her upper thighs.

Her breath hitched.

“N-not there, sir.”

“Little up, then?”

He said, sliding his hand upward just a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smirk.

“Y-yes, higher… I can feel the pain.”

She stammered, knowing damn well what was coming next. Her thighs clenched tighter than a nun’s prayer book, but it wasn’t going to stop his progress.

“Here?” he asked, his hand pausing strategically.

“Higher, sir,” she choked out, her face hotter than a volcano mid-eruption.

“Here?” His hand inched closer to her ass cheeks, hovering like a plane trying to land.

“H-higher…” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her own sinful thoughts. She could practically feel her soul writing an apology letter to the gods.

“Hmm, this is quite high,” he mused. “Let me take a good look at it. Turn around, please.”

“Y-yes.”

She squeaked, obeying faster than she probably should have.

Her mind was racing at a million miles an hour.

‘Oh gods, my whole body is getting hotter. My pussy is so wet. What is he going to do…’

“Hmmm…”

His voice rumbled behind her as he crouched down. She could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her thighs, and she swore he was taking his sweet time just to torment her.

From her angle, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but that only made it worse. Her imagination filled in the blanks with images that were far too explicit for someone who was supposed to be “relaxing.”

“Here?”

He asked, poking a finger into her generous—no, let’s call it what it was—legendary ass cheek, his finger sinking into her flesh like it had just found a new home. She yelped, jumping slightly, her voice a mix of surprise and something she’d never dare admit.

“Y-yes, a little there,” she stammered, wishing her mouth would stop betraying her brain.

“Oh my, then I should massage it a little to see if it relieves your pain,” he said, his voice dripping with fake professionalism, the kind you’d expect from a “doctor” who got his degree at a brothel.

“O-oh, yes, please,” she whimpered, her willpower crumbling like wet paper. Honestly, even if she wanted to protest, her body was already screaming, Yes, do it! Take me to Ass Heaven!

With her weak-ass confirmation, his hands dove in like a pervert on a mission, gripping her cheeks like they were stress balls made by the gods.

“O-oohh…t-this is…w-wow…”

She whimpered, her voice getting higher, her breaths heavier, and her dignity circling the drain.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his hands kneading her like a baker working overtime on a fresh loaf. “You have such a nice and thick ass, my lady.”

“Ah…n-no…don’t say that. It’s too embarrassing,” she squeaked, her face redder than a tomato at a salsa contest.

“I’m only relieving your pain, my lady,” he said smoothly, as if the line hadn’t been written by the devil himself.

“H-ha ha, yes, yes you are,” she choked out, her voice barely holding it together as his fingers sunk deeper, molding her ass like it was his life’s work.

“My, my…lady,” he purred, his voice low and full of sinful delight. “Your skin is so smooth and soft. And your smell…”

He paused dramatically before leaning in and burying his face into her ass cheeks like a man sniffing a fine wine.

“It’s intoxicating.”

“A-ahhh…i-is it…?”

She asked weakly, her brain officially fried, sizzling in a puddle of humiliation and something far less holy.

She had never, ever been molested like this. Not even by Chen, who, by comparison, now seemed like a goddamn saint.

‘My ass is being sniffed like it’s a fine vintage wine, and fuck me if it’s not making me wetter than a goddamn waterfall. He’s a total pervert… but shit, I’m worse for loving this.’

She thought, her internal monologue drowning in shame and lust.

“Ah… ah…”

A moan escaped her lips, betraying every ounce of her dignity.

“My lady, are you okay?”

He asked, voice dripping with faux concern, as his lips pressed soft, deliberate kisses onto her now thoroughly molested ass cheeks.

“Oh gods…”

She whimpered, biting her lip like it would keep the flood of filthy noises from escaping. Spoiler: It didn’t.

“What was that, my lady?”

He asked, feigning innocence so poorly it could’ve won an award for Worst Acting in the Universe.

“N-no… I’m okay. This is… relieving. Ang~”

The last syllable came out as a full-on moan as he jiggled her cheeks like they were fucking water balloons at a summer party.

He spread them apart with a casual expertise that made her question every life choice that led to this moment, burying his face deeper like he was looking for the meaning of life between her cheeks.

The dress barely shielded her anymore, but it wasn’t like that mattered—her ass was basically swallowing his face at this point, and judging by the low groans he let out, he was enjoying every suffocating second.

Nadia, meanwhile, was on the verge of a mental breakdown—or an orgasm; it was hard to tell the difference at this point.

Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth sealed tight in a desperate attempt to stifle the indecent sounds clawing their way out. She couldn’t let him know how much she was loving this. No way.

‘My ass is being groped like it’s the holy grail of perversion. This is so fucking wrong. But gods help me, I don’t want him to stop. This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me.’

She thought, her mind a war zone of desire and guilt.

And just as she was about to find some semblance of control, he went and ruined it entirely.

His hand slithered down like the snake it was, gripping the hem of her gown, and in one smooth, devilish motion, he pulled it up.

The cool night air kissed her now bare ass cheeks, and she froze, mortified, aroused, and completely at his mercy.