NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Confronting Little Brother Gone Wrong! (2)

Artis didn’t waste a second, diving in like her tits were the buffet at a feast he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

His hands yanked her nightie’s neckline down, freeing her massive, pillowy breasts, which bounced gloriously in the air before his mouth latched onto her nipple like a starving man devouring dessert.

“Aaaahhh~”

Nadia’s moan shot through the room, loud enough to make the walls blush if they had ears.

Artis’s teeth grazed her sensitive bud, tugging it playfully as his tongue swirled around. Her knees buckled, and she clung to him like her life—or what was left of her self-control—depended on it.

‘Fuck… this is so… no, no! Get a grip, Nadia, you’re not here to get manhandled!’

But her thoughts weren’t doing jack shit against the tidal wave of pleasure. Her trembling legs were jelly, her hips subtly rocking as if begging for more without her permission.

Meanwhile, Artis wasn’t exactly holding back. His dick was straining against his robes, throbbing with pent-up frustration that practically screamed, “Release me!”

He grunted low, his teeth tugging on her nipple before switching to the other breast, giving it equal attention.

“Ahhhhn~”

Her moan vibrated through him, spurring him on like gasoline thrown on a fire.

His hands were everywhere—kneading, grabbing, and groping her ass like he was trying to sculpt the perfect masterpiece. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, squeezing and massaging her cheeks until she bucked against him.

‘Oh, fuck, this is bad… this is so bad. I have to stop him… I should stop… but it feels so fucking good!’

Artis growled softly against her chest, his hot breath tickling her skin. He leaned back for a moment, giving her a smug, predatory grin as his hands slid up to the straps of her nightie.

And then—rip.

The delicate fabric gave way like it was practically begging to surrender. Her tits spilled out completely, full and bouncing, practically glowing with the attention they were getting.

Artis looked at them like a man who’d just uncovered treasure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Perfect.”

Nadia, meanwhile, was a mess of red-faced embarrassment and betrayal from her own body.

‘What the fuck, boobs?! Why are you enjoying this?!’

“Wait! Don’t…Mmwa~”

His lips crashed onto hers like a freight train with no brakes, silencing her half-hearted protests as his tongue claimed her mouth.

His hands roamed like a treasure hunter mapping out every curve, every softness, as if her body was his undiscovered continent.

“Mmmf—nngh~”

Nadia’s mind was screaming no, but her traitorous hips had other ideas, grinding instinctively against the growing, rock-hard bulge pressing into her.

Every rub sent sparks shooting up her spine, and her body practically screamed, “Fuck it! Just let him!”

“I want you,” Artis growled, his voice like molten lava pouring straight into her ears.

“W-wait—nngh!”

“Stop talking.”

He cut her off with a predatory smirk, gripping her wrist and twisting her effortlessly until her chest was pressed flush against the wall.

The thin remains of her nightie got caught on her arm, but he didn’t seem to care as his hands found her waist and yanked her back, her ass perfectly arched and presented to him like a sinful invitation.

“You’ve been teasing me for too fucking long. Enough games, Nadia. Your body’s been begging for me, and I’m done waiting.”

“B-but I… I came here to—ohhhhnn~”

She tried to retort, but her words dissolved into a moan when his hands slid up her stomach, cupping her bare breasts and kneading them like they were dough for the feast he was about to devour.

Her nipples, already hard and aching, rolled under his palms, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck… I was here to end this, not let him pin me to the fucking wall! But… shit, I want this…’

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,

“You want me just as much as I want you, don’t you?”

Before she could muster another excuse, his mouth found her neck, nibbling and sucking like he was marking her as his.

His hips pressed forward, grinding his thick, hard cock against her soft ass, and the friction sent her spiraling further into the depths of her desire.

“Ahhh~ Stop—oh god—don’t stop!”

Her hands, now gripping the wall for dear life, betrayed her as she pushed her ass back against him, her body shamelessly begging for more. Every grope, every grind, every kiss blurred her resolve, leaving only raw, unfiltered need.

Artis smirked, his hands sliding down to her hips as he chuckled low.

“That’s more like it.”

His voice was a deep, lust-filled growl as he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear.

“I’ve had enough waiting. If you’ve got something to say, keep it for later, babe.”

Before Nadia could stammer out a reply, his mouth captured hers, and all coherent thought flew out the window.

His hands roamed down her trembling body, slipping beneath the thin waistband of her soaked panties to find her dripping, needy slit.

Her mind screamed a weak protest, but her traitorous body arched into his touch like a cat begging for more.

‘I could stop this… I could push him away… but fuck, why does it feel so damn good? Is it because he treats me like the bad bitch I’ve always wanted to be treated like?’

As his fingers worked her with skillful precision, teasing her folds and grazing her swollen clit, Nadia let out a guttural moan that echoed through the room.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure consumed her.

“No… not there… I’m gonna—oh fuuuuuck—ahhhh~!”

Her hips bucked wildly as her climax crashed over her, her juices spilling onto his fingers like an open invitation. Artis grinned, licking his lips like a predator who had just cornered his prey.

“I knew you were ready, I’m ready too, and there’s no way in hell I’m holding back anymore.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and her resolve wavered like a candle in the wind.

‘Shit, he’s right. I’ve been wanting this, craving this… and now that he’s finally giving it to me, I was planning to walk away?’