NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Oscar Level Acting

Nadia froze as she felt the nightie sliding up her thighs, the cool air brushing her exposed skin.

Then something hot, firm, and unmistakably alive pressed against her lace-covered ass cheeks.

Her eyes darted back, and there it was—throbbing, veiny, and downright intimidating.

“Oh fuck.”

She whispered, her breath hitching as Artis leaned in, his voice rough and desperate.

“I can’t hold it anymore.”

His face was a masterpiece of pent-up frustration, like a man who’d been teased one too many times at an all-you-can-eat buffet and finally snapped.

She saw it now—how his eyes had always lingered on her, the way his hands had always twitched with restraint.

‘Holy shit… he’s been holding back this whole time. How the fuck did I not see it? I pushed him to this. I’m the idiot who kept flaunting myself like a damn prize cow, and now he’s lost it!’

Her internal monologue screeched to a halt when he growled,

“Look at it, Nadia. It’s begging for you, fucking drooling to be inside you.”

She glanced down and immediately regretted it. The thing twitched and leaked like it had a mind of its own, a pulsating monster ready to break through any barrier in its way. It was practically snarling, “Bring it on, bitch.”

Every time it pressed against her, she felt a jolt of heat shoot through her core. She wanted to move, to say something, but her body betrayed her, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

Then came the fatal move—Artis’s finger hooked into the side of her panties, effortlessly sliding them aside to reveal her dripping, needy folds.

‘Ah, this is the time, I have to stop this, I can’t do this…not now…’

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon every ounce of willpower she had left, but the second she opened her mouth to speak, it happened.

Something hot. Something big. Something unmistakably him pressed right against her wet slit, sending a shockwave straight up her spine.

“Ahh~”

The sound escaped before she could stop it, her body betraying her once again.

She could feel it—the bulbous head teasing her entrance, nudging against her puffed and dripping folds like it was asking permission while simultaneously ignoring her better judgment.

‘Will it even fit? Oh fuck, can it even fit?’

The thought consumed her as her curiosity sparked like a live wire.

For days, this thing had haunted her dreams, fueled her late-night fantasies, and left her squirming under her sheets. And now? Now it was right here, demanding answers she wasn’t sure she was ready to give.

“I’m going to take you now. There’s no stopping.”

He growled, his voice deep and ragged, dripping with carnal certainty.

Her face burned crimson. She was caught. She wanted it. She needed it. But damn it, the timing was all wrong!

His thick tip began to glide along her slit, slick with her arousal, as if taunting her with what was to come.

The slow, deliberate rubs sent lightning bolts shooting through her body, her toes curling against the floor as her legs trembled.

Then, ever so slowly, it happened. The head began to press in, stretching her inch by inch, making her gasp and bite down on her lip.

‘Shit. Oh shit. It’s too big… but it’s so fucking good.’

Her walls clenched instinctively, trying to resist and welcome him at the same time.

Her body was at war, stretching wide, trembling with the effort to accommodate the sheer size of the invader that had been haunting her thoughts.

“Oh, fuck!”

Artis groaned, his voice thick with lust as he pushed just enough to breach her entrance.

“I didn’t think you’d be this tight.”

Nadia’s response was far less eloquent.

“Oh my God.”

The words tumbled out of her as her body betrayed her, trembling under the sheer size and heat of him. But then, like a bucket of cold water crashing over her, something snapped in her brain.

‘No! Even if this is going to be the best fuck of my life, I can’t!’

Her eyes sharpened with newfound clarity. Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand flew up and slap!

Artis froze, his cockhead still perched precariously at her entrance, like a door-to-door salesman caught mid-pitch.

A little more, just a little more, and he’d have been fully inside her—but now? Now he was staring at her like she’d just slapped the soul out of him.

“W-what? Why did you do that?”

“Because…”

Nadia sucked in a shaky breath, her chest heaving, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Because what you did last night was fucking taboo! I… I can’t even look her in the eyes now! I can’t do this anymore!”

‘Oh, so it’s just because of last night, huh? Well, too bad—I’ve got plans for you two, and you’ll come around eventually. But first… let’s leave a lasting impression.’

Artis thought, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

For a split second, he’d worried this might be some sudden moral epiphany on Nadia’s part, like she’d decided to become a virtuous maiden overnight.

But nah, this? This was just her natural reaction to being overwhelmed. Honestly, he’d have been more concerned if she hadn’t slapped him.

If she’d just thrown herself into it without a second thought, that’d mean she was already a degenerate lost to lust. And Artis? He didn’t want a pre-broken toy.

He wanted to break her himself, to push her into depravity so thoroughly that she’d only ever crave him.

“I see… then forgive me,” he said, his voice suddenly flat as he withdrew his cock from her dripping slit.

“W-what?”

Nadia blinked, caught off guard. She’d expected him to argue, plead, or maybe just double down and push his way in.

Instead, he was… retreating? The sudden emptiness left her confused—and, embarrassingly, a little disappointed.

“Art, I…”

She hesitated, her voice softening.

The sting of guilt crept in as her brain replayed the slap in slow motion. Maybe she’d overreacted. She could’ve just talked to him instead of slapping him like a soap opera villain.

‘Shit! I should’ve just explained myself instead of going full drama queen… Poor Artis.’

She thought, biting her lip as regret gnawed at her.

Artis, meanwhile, was all but humming to himself. He had her right where he wanted her: confused, flustered, and drowning in guilt. His plan was working perfectly.

“A few days ago, Dad’s so-called drinking buddies were about to force themselves on Mom…”

“What?”

Artis dropped that bomb like a meteor, and Nadia’s brain immediately short-circuited. Her jaw hit the floor before her hand slapped over her mouth.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

She sputtered, spinning around to face him like he’d just told her the moon was made of cheese.

“If I hadn’t been there, they would’ve succeeded.”

Artis continued, shaking his head like a tragic soap opera hero.

“The poor woman had to endure a drunkard for decades, and now his disgusting friends tried to force themselves on her. How sad…”

Meanwhile, his cock throbbed impatiently, clearly annoyed that such heavy drama was cockblocking its moment of glory.

“That’s… that’s fucking impossible.”

Nadia stammered, her voice trembling as her brain tried to make sense of this surreal revelation.

“Oh, I couldn’t believe it either. But if you were in her shoes—forced to drink with your husband’s creepy friends who then tried to take advantage of you—what would you have done?”

Nadia gulped, the horrifying scenario playing out in her head like some fucked-up daytime TV special.

“I… I don’t know…”

“I saved her, rescued her from that nightmare. And do you know what she said to me in her drunken state?”

“W-what?”

Nadia’s voice quivered, half-convinced this was either the world’s darkest joke or some kind of fever dream.

“She told me—straight-up, through slurred words and a bottle of regret—that it’s been so long since her husband even touched her.

“And get this—she knew those drunk bastards might try something horrible but went along with it, just so she could blame it on being wasted if things got out of hand.”

“Wh-what?! N-no fucking way!” Nadia stammered, her face flushing with a mix of disbelief and shame. “Mom would never…”

But the more she thought about it—about last night. About the way she started to touch her breasts—it started to click.

Artis leaned back, arms crossed like some righteous avenger.

“Oh, really? You sure about that? Because from what I saw, it sure didn’t look like she was hating the attention.”

Nadia’s stomach churned as his words sunk in. Her brain screamed, No, stop! Mom wouldn’t! She’s just… lonely?

“I mean, look,” Artis continued, pacing now, his dick probably keeping time under his robe, “I could’ve let her get a boyfriend. Sneak around while Dad’s off being a useless, wasted sack of shit. She’s got the body for it—damn, she looks better than half the girls in this city! But no.”

He stopped and pointed dramatically at himself.

“I decided I wouldn’t let some random guy exploit her misery. You know why…?”