NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Release the Monster

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.

“Th-that’s…”

She tried to protest, but honestly, what the fuck could she even say at this point?

“I need to check it from here, my lady. For your own sake.”

His tone was pure professionalism—if professionalism included face-diving into asses like it was a fucking Olympic sport.

“F-fine…”

She stammered, her voice betraying her excitement. Objections? She had none. Hell, she was practically waiting for this to escalate.

‘Oh shit, it’s happening! Holy fuck, it’s actually happening!’

She screamed internally, caught somewhere between self-loathing and wild anticipation.

He wasted no time, his hands gripping her bare cheeks with the kind of reverence usually reserved for priceless artifacts.

He spread them apart like a perverted Moses parting the Red Sea, revealing her scandalously buried G-string, which was doing a terrible job of hiding her, uh… enthusiasm.

“Oh my. Seems like there’s a leakage here, my lady. Care to explain?”

His voice came from below, smug and teasing, and her humiliation spiked so high it could’ve set off a fire alarm.

“N-nothing. I don’t know.”

She wished for the ground to swallow her whole—or at least for him to stop talking. Fat chance.

“Well then,” he said, voice dripping with fake concern, “I guess I’d better take a closer look. Just to be thorough.”

Before she could so much as squeak out a denial, his face was buried back between her cheeks, as if that was its natural habitat.

His nose pressed into her crack with the enthusiasm of a bloodhound on a trail, while his lips kissed and his tongue… oh gods, his tongue was licking her through the soaked fabric like a man dying of thirst.

Her pussy throbbed in time with her racing heart, and any shred of dignity she had left packed its bags and left the building.

“O-oh gods… o-oh fuck…”

She whimpered, biting her lip so hard she was surprised it hadn’t drawn blood. Her attempts to stay quiet were about as effective as a cat trying to blend in at a dog show.

“Oh my, yes, indeed there is a leakage. Let me investigate further.”

Before she could process his words, his hand slid down past her ass, snaking between her trembling thighs. His fingers brushed over her soaked slit, running along her folds with deliberate slowness.

“Ahhh…!”

She gasped, her knees almost buckling.

“Oh yes, my lady,” he mused, his tone far too composed for what he was doing. “This is really bad. Absolutely catastrophic leakage. If we don’t address this immediately, who knows what could happen?”

Her face was burning, her mind spiraling into a haze of lust and disbelief.

“W-what is it? W-what can you do?”

“I happen to have an instrument designed for just such an emergency,” he said, his voice lowering as his fingers teasingly spread her folds. “A long, thick, and sturdy instrument. Perfect for plunging into the source of the leak and stuffing it thoroughly, leaving no room for any more… overflow.”

Her breathing hitched at his shameless words, her body betraying her even as her rational mind screamed this is insane.

“W-wouldn’t that instrument g-get stuck at the entrance… since… since the hole is… so small?”

She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she squirmed under his touch.

He chuckled, his warm breath ghosting over her bare skin.

“Oh no, my lady, there’s no problem at all. Trust me, I’m a professional. With this entrance so slick and ready, the whole process will be smooth as butter. By the time I’m done, you’ll be so relaxed you’ll sleep like a kitten in the sun.”

He leaned in, his face pressing into her plush cheeks, and started nibbling her folds like they were some exotic delicacy.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.’

That was the only coherent thought left in her fried brain. Her breaths were coming out in desperate little gasps, her body betraying her with every twitch and tremble.

‘This is it. Oh gods, I’m done for.’

“I-I mean…”

She stammered, trying and failing to sound remotely logical.

“If your, uh, instrument blocks the, um, leakage, won’t the entrance stretch too big? What if there’s another… incident, and other instruments can’t… uh… fit anymore?”

Artis paused, lifting his head just enough to raise an eyebrow at her. The look he gave her was pure disbelief mixed with a dash of are you kidding me right now? Then, his lips curved into a wolfish grin.

“There’s no need for other instruments, dear sister. The only one you’ll ever need is mine.”

The way he said it, with just the right amount of dominance, sent a shockwave straight to her core.

Her whole body shuddered as heat pooled in her belly, and before she could even catch her breath, he was back at it. His tongue plunged into her folds with a fervor, licking and sucking like a man starved.

‘Gods above, he’s so fucking assertive. I love this cocky bastard.’

She’d never met anyone like him. He wasn’t just confident; he was dangerously confident.

Every word out of his mouth, every movement of his hands, was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to send her into overdrive.

And that tongue? Holy shit. It was like he was trying to win a fucking Olympic gold in pussy-eating.

Her moans spilled from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her body gave in completely. Logic? Pride? She couldn’t even spell those words right now.

Artis had her, and she loved every second of it.

“W-Won’t the instrument hurt this lady?”

She stammered, her cheeks turning a shade redder than a ripe tomato.

Artis grinned, the kind of grin that said, Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.

“Hurt? Eh, maybe a bit. But trust me, babe, once you adjust to the size, you’ll be begging for more. The pleasure will make the pain feel like a tickle.”

Juliana’s face practically caught fire at his words.

“T-this poor woman has only ever handled… small instruments. How is she supposed to take something so b-big… and hard?”

Artis raised an eyebrow, his grin widening into full-blown devilish.

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head, my lady. This poor woman’s insides were made for me. Trust me, you’ll take it like a champ.”

The banter was filthy, absurd, and fucking delicious. They were both reveling in it, each word making the air around them thicker with tension.

“A-alright,” Nadia said, swallowing hard. “I trust you. If your… instrument can help this poor woman sleep tonight, I will be… eternally grateful.”

Artis chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.

“Heh heh… Thank you, my lady. Now, allow me to introduce you to my divine instrument.”

With that, he stood up, the movement deliberate, slow, like he wanted her to savor every second. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he gave her plush, jiggling ass a playful slap.

“Eep!”

She squealed, her porcelain cheeks now sporting a red handprint, his personal brand of ownership.

Artis tilted his head, admiring his handiwork.

“Damn, look at that bounce. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this ass was sculpted by the gods themselves just for me.”

Juliana’s heart raced as she glanced back at him, her voice a mixture of exasperation and barely concealed excitement.

“Y-you can’t just go slapping a lady like that!”

“Why not?” Artis smirked, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. “I’m just leaving my mark. Gotta make sure everyone knows this territory’s mine.”

Her body betrayed her with a shudder, her mind racing.

‘Damn it, why does that sound so fucking hot?’

Her heart pounded like a fucking drum solo, every beat threatening to deafen her as his arms snaked around her waist.

His bare chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, while his cock—hard as hell and unapologetic—prodded her ass like it was trying to start a conversation.

“Don’t you want to see the instrument that’s going to stop your… leakage, my lady?”

His voice was velvet dipped in sin, and damn if it didn’t make her knees wobble.

She gulped, her trembling hands instinctively landing on top of his as they rested possessively on her stomach.

“Y-yes.”

He kissed her nape, slow and teasing, his lips lighting a fire along her spine.

“Look down…”