NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Breakthrough and Heartbreak

Core Formation, first stage. Boom. Just like that. He’d fucking leapt over Qi Gathering fifth stage like it was a drunk uncle at a family reunion, breaking straight into the big leagues.

Artis grinned, flexing his fingers like he’d just pulled off the heist of the century.

“All thanks to my hard work.”

He muttered with a smirk, sitting cross-legged on his bed, glowing with power and not a hint of shame.

“Draining both women dry… Yeah, that probably did it. Yin energy galore, baby!”

He chuckled. But then a thought hit him harder than a slap from an angry matriarch.

“Wait a second. Why the fuck does it feel like the juice is getting… weaker? Is it because I’m milking the same cows too often?”

He scratched his chin, staring out of the ‘open’ window where dawn’s first light began creeping in.

“Huh. Maybe it’s time to broaden the… uh, herd. For science, of course.”

The sun peeked into his room, but Artis wasn’t tired. If anything, he felt more alive than ever. Power coursed through his veins like he’d just snorted pure qi.

Core Formation, baby. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, hands behind his head.

“But…I’ve got to get to the bottom of this shit.”

He muttered, pacing his room like a madman with an impending deadline.

“I can’t just stop here. Fucking hell, it’s a golden opportunity! Breaking through minor stages takes years, and I just speed-ran through a major one like I had cheat codes. There’s no way I’m letting that go to waste.”

His gaze landed on the dual cultivation scripture lying innocently on the table, its pages glinting in the morning light like it knew something he didn’t.

“That dusty little fucker better have my answer and I need to prep for forming a real core… Shit’s about to get serious. More strength. More control. And—more action.”

Artis flopped onto his bed and started flipping through the pages, his face scrunched in intense concentration. For once, he wasn’t thinking about boobs or someone moaning his name—this was business time.

What he didn’t notice, though, was a pair of glowing emerald eyes peeking through the open window, watching him with the kind of curiosity usually reserved for predators sizing up their next meal.

…

While Artis buried himself in the scripture like a horny monk on a quest for enlightenment, chaos brewed elsewhere.

In a dimly lit room, a young woman paced furiously, her flimsy nightie clinging to her body as if it were in on the scandal.

Her face burned hotter than a cauldron, and the way she gnawed on her thumb made it look like she was trying to devour her own hand.

“C-can I do that? Fuck, can I even do that?”

She stammered, her voice tinged with panic and… something else. Each thought sent an electric shiver racing down her spine, pooling right where it shouldn’t.

“Shit! Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

Her pacing grew erratic, the hem of her nightie threatening to expose more than she realized. Every time she thought of last night, her mind betrayed her, painting vivid, filthy pictures she wished she could unsee. Except… she really didn’t.

Her nipples tightened, traitorous little soldiers rising at attention. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! What did he do to me?! And Mom… poor Mom…”

Her voice cracked as her mind conjured the forbidden memory in high definition.

Juliana’s hands—those soft, skilled hands—had slid down, inch by inch, like they were mapping uncharted territory. Then came the moment: fingers teasing, thumbs circling her hardened peaks, and a sinful pressure that made her legs quiver just thinking about it.

“Fuck! What the actual hell?!”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. But the more she tried to shake the memory, the more it replayed, like her brain was rubbing salt—and maybe something else—into her mental wounds.

“N-no… I-I have to focus.”

She whispered, her voice trembling like a virgin on their wedding night. Determined, she gave her cheeks a few light slaps, though it felt more like a flirtatious pat than any real punishment.

She wanted to be strong, but every time she tried, the memory of last night came back like a drunk ex who wouldn’t leave her doorstep.

Her fingers drifted to her lips, and she let out a shaky sigh.

‘These lips had suckled Mom’s breasts like a starving calf in a dairy farm.’

The memory made her thighs clench involuntarily.

“Fuck… stop. Stop! Think of something else! Kittens! Taxes! That time I walked in on Artis naked—ANYTHING!”

She slapped her face harder this time, the sting snapping her back to reality, though now her cheeks were as red as the marks Jul’s hands had left on her.

“Yes, that’s it. He’s gone too far! That manipulative bastard seduced me—he turned me into… this!”

She gestured vaguely at her own disheveled body, her nipples still traitorously hard under her flimsy nightie.

“But last night…”

Her voice wavered, and she swallowed hard, her mind flashing back to every sinful detail.

‘Last night was the line, and he didn’t just cross it—he fucking pole-vaulted over it.’

“I can’t keep doing this. I’m in too deep… and not in the fun way.”

With one final, dramatic inhale, she clenched her fists.

“I will confront him. This ends now. No more tits in my face, no more sultry whispers, no more… uh… tongue gymnastics!”

Her face burned hotter than the sun, but with newfound resolve—and an ass that jiggled a little with every step—she stormed out of her room like a woman on a mission. A very horny, very confused, but very determined mission.

…

Meanwhile, in a dusty corner of the kingdom, a rickety ox cart screeched to a stop, spilling out its passengers one by one like a drunk tavern brawl gone mobile….

It wasn’t just some group of people stumbling out of the cart—no, this was the main event. The headliner. The kind of thing that made the world stop and listen, at least for Axel as he was reading.