NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Mommy and the Daughter (3)

Artis was on a fucking mission. Dropping to his knees like he was worshiping at the altar of debauchery, he grabbed Juliana’s hips and yanked her back.

The sudden movement sent her tits practically smothering Nadia’s face, her nipple now firmly planted in her mouth like it was dessert.

Meanwhile, Artis spread her legs wide, her pliant body offering zero resistance.

It was almost comical how Juliana seemed halfway aware of what was happening—her moans suggesting bliss, but her glazed-over eyes saying, What the fuck just happened to me?

When he hiked up her robe, his cock twitched at the sight before him—a drenched pussy glistening in the dim light, looking like it had been waiting for him all damn day.

‘Holy fuck! This bitch is wetter than a goddamn tsunami. And meanwhile, the one up there is busy chugging mom’s milk like a perverted baby. What a fucking family reunion.’

Without wasting a second, he latched his lips onto her folds, sucking hard like he was trying to drink the world’s sweetest nectar.

Her juices coated his tongue, and the taste was nothing short of intoxicating.

“Ahhhh~!”

He was practically giddy, his mouth glued to Juliana’s dripping pussy like it was the fountain of eternal fucking youth.

The moment her juices hit his tongue, her whole body jerked, and he felt the ripple effect roll out like a goddamn chain reaction.

Juliana, overwhelmed by the sensation, instinctively twisted both of Nadia’s nipples as if she were fine-tuning a car radio, causing Nadia to let out a muffled moan and clamp down harder on Juliana’s boob with her teeth.

The absurdity wasn’t lost on him.

“Holy shit, I’m conducting a freakin’ human Rube Goldberg machine of lust.”

Artis thought, trying not to laugh with his mouth still full.

But then it hit him—a fucking eureka moment.

‘Wait a minute…’

‘If I twist her nipple, it starts a domino effect. That means more moans, more bites, and, oh fuck yeah, more pussy juice for me. It’s like I’m cranking the handle on some filthy slot machine, and it keeps spitting out jackpots!’

With that epiphany, Artis decided to go all in. He reached up, grabbed Juliana’s free boob like it was the prize on a claw machine, and gave her nipple a deliberate, wicked twist.

The result? Glorious chaos.

Juliana squealed, her whole body trembling as she reflexively twisted Nadia’s nipples like a DJ scratching a record.

Nadia groaned into Juliana’s tit, her bite getting firmer, her tongue swirling faster like she was trying to draw milk straight from the source.

Juliana couldn’t take it—her legs buckled, and a fresh wave of slick heat flowed right into Artis’s eagerly awaiting mouth.

‘Fuck me sideways, this is better than I could’ve dreamed!’

Artis grinned against her folds, savoring every last drop. The taste? Pure heaven—like someone had mixed the finest honey with the most expensive wine and poured it straight from her pussy.

‘This is a fucking cycle.’

He thought with pride, giving her nipple another twist for good measure, already craving the next cascade of pleasure.

He couldn’t stop grinning like a man who’d just discovered the cheat code to immortality.

He had created a fucking manual yin energy generator, and the on-switch? A pair of nipples. No batteries required, just a steady twist-and-squeeze motion, and voilà—unlimited juice.

‘I’m a goddamn genius.’

He thought smugly, giving Juliana’s nipple one last gentle tug for good measure.

“Ahhhhhhh~”

Her moan was music to his ears, but the real prize was the flood of energy coursing through his body.

His stomach felt like it was about to burst with raw power, and he could already picture himself breaking through to the next level.

‘Hell yeah, keep the milk coming. Daddy’s about to level up!’

For the next half hour, Artis got to work, twisting, milking, and drinking Juliana dry like she was a spigot of divine nectar.

She came so many times her body was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, and when her legs finally gave out, she collapsed into his face with a defeated thud.

Her pale, flushed face was the picture of exhaustion, her boobs resting heavily on Nadia like a pair of plush pillows.

“N-no more… Plwease… I cand…”

Her words slurred, barely coherent, as she panted like a marathon runner who’d just crossed the finish line. The poor woman looked utterly spent—red-faced, sweaty, and completely fucked out. Literally.

‘Fifteen times. Damn, I should get a medal for this shit.’

Artis thought proudly, lifting her limp form off of Nadia.

“Alright, time to let this yin generator take a nap.”

He muttered, adjusting Juliana in his arms like a sack of potatoes. His eyes darted to Nadia, who was lying there with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, her nipples still perky and begging for attention.

“And now,” Artis said with a wicked grin, “it’s time to milk the next one.”

Juliana had barely closed her eyes before Artis bolted back to the living room like a horny predator on a mission.

He tucked her into bed with all the care of a man hurrying to get back to his main course. Why? Because the iron was still fucking hot, and Nadia was practically begging to be hammered.

Rounding the couch, Artis was greeted by a sight that nearly made his cock rip through his pants like it had a mind of its own.

There Nadia lay, sprawled out like a sacrificial lamb, her legs wide apart, robe untied and soaked, revealing those luscious hand-shaped marks Juliana had left on her breasts.

Her nipples were swollen, practically begging for attention, and the rise and fall of her chest screamed she was barely holding it together.

Her head lolled back over the couch, lips parted as she gasped for air like she’d just run a marathon.

One eye cracked open, and when their gazes locked, she immediately recognized the devil crouching in front of her with a smirk that screamed, “You’re next.”

“Wh-what… hufff… were you… pufff… thinking? Mo…mom could’ve… aah, hufff… found us… pufff… like this… fondling my breasts… huff… in the fucking living room!”

Her attempt at chastising him was nothing short of adorable, especially since she couldn’t even catch her breath to finish her sentence.

Every word was broken up by gasps, her face flushed as though her entire body was betraying her outrage.

Artis’s grin widened, his head tilting as if to say,

“Who do you think fondled your breasts?”