NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Mommy and the Daughter (2)

‘Time to milk the cow.’

Artis’s grin widened as he loosened the tie on Juliana’s robe, letting it fall open just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her heaving assets.

He slipped his hands onto her soft, inviting breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze.

To his delight, Juliana’s hands began mimicking his movements on Nadia like she was some sort of pleasure-driven puppet.

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

He thought, stifling a chuckle.

‘”The Art of Mirroring” actually works. Who knew that one throwaway line in the Dual Cultivation Scripture wasn’t just some bullshit filler for horny monks?’

The scripture had promised that with enough skill, one could synchronize actions with their “partner,” making them mimic your movements perfectly.

Its combat applications were supposedly legendary—like tricking an enemy into stabbing themselves. But Artis? Oh, he had loftier goals.

‘Fuck swordplay; I’m out here revolutionizing foreplay.’

As he gave Juliana’s ample breasts a firm squeeze, her hands mirrored his actions on Nadia’s equally generous pillows.

When he flicked her nipple between his fingers, Juliana’s hands dutifully followed suit, pinching Nadia’s hardened peaks with the same deliberate precision.

Nadia’s reaction was immediate—a sharp gasp followed by a shaky moan that sent shivers down Artis’s spine.

“Ohhh~ A-ahhh, m-more…”

‘More? Sweetheart, you don’t even know the half of it.’

Juliana, caught in the throes of the technique, didn’t seem to realize what she was doing—or if she did, she sure as hell wasn’t stopping.

Her hands worked over Nadia’s sensitive mounds with a fervor that even Artis had to respect.

‘If only the old pervert who wrote that scripture could see me now. Forget combat tactics; this is peak cultivation.’

He gave Juliana another playful squeeze, reveling in the chain reaction it triggered.

Nadia moaned louder, her body arching instinctively into Juliana’s touch, while Juliana herself let out a soft whimper from his expert ministrations.

“Oh~ ohhh~”

“Oh, yes. Ohh. Nghh.”

The room was a symphony of moans and gasps, each sound fanning the flames of Artis’s mischief.

His cock, stiff as a damn flagpole, poked against Juliana’s backside, and he couldn’t resist grinding against her ever so slightly as his tongue explored her mouth like it was charting unclaimed territory.

Juliana’s muffled whimpers only egged him on, especially when he gave her nipple a sharp tug that made her gasp into his mouth.

At the same time, her own hands were busy tormenting Nadia, who was trapped in her own world of heaving breaths and flushed skin.

Juliana’s fingers pinched and teased Nadia’s stiff nipples, making the poor woman arch her back and moan like a goddess summoning a storm.

Nadia bucked her hips wildly, her head slipping over the edge of the couch, her gasping mouth practically begging for something—anything.

Artis’s devilish grin widened as a plan hatched in his dirty little mind.

Oh, this is too fucking good.

Juliana’s swaying breasts, heavy and tempting, hung mere inches above her daughter’s open mouth.

Her eyes were still squeezed shut, lost in the haze of sensation. It was like fate itself was begging him to make the most of the opportunity.

Without a word, Artis placed a firm hand on Juliana’s back and gave her a gentle shove forward. Her balance shifted, and her soft, perfect tits descended right into Nadia’s parted lips.

‘Time to eat the meal, sister. I wonder what would happen?’

Even though Nadia felt something heavy plopped on her face, it was like being smothered by the world’s softest fucking pillow—only this pillow was warm, alive, and had a nipple practically screaming for attention.

Against all logic and reason, her instincts took over. Like a baby discovering the wonders of boobs for the first time, her lips closed around the stiff little nub, and she sucked.

“Aaaaah~!”

Juliana let out a scream so loud it could have woken the dead—or at least earned a very concerned knock from the neighbors.

The shock of wet heat on her ultra-sensitive nipple sent a jolt of electricity straight through her spine.

Meanwhile, Nadia, apparently channeling her inner expert in nipple worship, didn’t just stop at sucking.

Oh no, she had to go full fucking gourmet on it—swirling her tongue around the peak, nibbling just enough to make Juliana gasp and tremble.

Juliana’s knees decided they were done with this shit and threatened to give out completely. The only thing keeping her upright was Artis, whose hands had a death grip on her bouncing boobs.

‘Fuck this is so hot!’

Artis grinned.

He was a multitasking fucking god.

One hand was busy kneading Juliana’s free boob like he was trying to sculpt a masterpiece, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so deep it might as well have been soul-stealing.

Meanwhile, Juliana, wobbling like a newborn fawn, still managed to keep her hands under Nadia’s robe, squeezing and pinching nipples with the kind of desperation only sheer lust could summon.

And poor Nadia—well, poor lucky Nadia—remained pinned to the couch, her mommy practically using her like a living pleasure toy.

Not that she was complaining. Oh no, her mouth had turned into a weapon of mass seduction, devouring Juliana’s nipple like it was her last fucking meal.

The room was nothing but moans, gasps, and the wet, sinful sounds of flesh against flesh. Nobody had time to think—hell, thinking was for losers anyway—because they were all swept up in this hurricane of unholy bliss.

Artis, ever the opportunist, let his free hand wander down to Juliana’s tit currently being worshipped by Nadia.

With a grin that screamed “devilish bastard,” he began to squeeze it, slow and deliberate, like he was milking a damn cow.

His fingers worked from the top of her soft mound all the way down, coaxing every ounce of sweet, sinful milk out of her.

‘Holy fuck! This is too good. Fucking perfect.’

Juliana moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as her robe clung to her soaked skin, wet with sweat, arousal, and her own damn milk.

Nadia, utterly dazed, continued her relentless assault, her tongue swirling and teasing, her moans vibrating through Juliana’s oversensitive nipple.

Artis’s gaze drifted lower, his grin widening as his fingers grazed the drenched fabric of Juliana’s robe.

‘Looks like somebody’s ready to cultivate.’