NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Gambled Mommy Away!

‘Shit! Shit! What the actual fuck did I do last night?!’

Juliana squirmed on her bed, her hands slapping over her flushed face as if she could somehow erase the memories boiling up in her brain.

Turning left and right like a fish flopping out of water, she let out a muffled groan of pure mortification.

The events of the previous night were flashing through her head like a smutty highlight reel.

She could practically feel Nadia’s mouth latched onto her nipple, the way her tongue swirled like it had a fucking mind of its own.

Her cheeks burned hotter than the sun as she thought of her own hands kneading Nadia’s boobs like they were bread dough.

“What the fuck was I thinking?! I turned into some goddamn pervert! Massaging her tits? Letting her suck on mine like she was ordering milk on tap?!”

Her thighs squeezed together as an unwelcome heat spread through her body.

‘And fuck me sideways, why does thinking about it make me feel all… tingly?!’

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, her muffled cry of shame vibrating through the room.

“I’m a respectable woman, damn it! Not some—some… sex-crazed freak!”

Right as she was about to spiral further into self-loathing, the shoji door slammed open with the force of a goddamn hurricane, making her sit bolt upright.

And in stumbled her husband, Lui, reeking of booze and looking like he’d crawled out of a gutter.

His steps were wobbly, his shirt half-untucked, and his hair a chaotic mess that screamed bad decisions.

“It’s fucking early morning, and you’re already drunk?!”

Juliana snapped, her voice a mix of disbelief and exhaustion.

She couldn’t believe her eyes, though, in all honesty, this wasn’t exactly new territory.

Lui stumbling home reeking of booze was practically his signature move. But this early? That was a whole new level of bullshit.

Normally, he’d pass out wherever he was drinking, face-down in his own bad decisions, until he could shuffle home semi-sober.

But here he was, drunk off his ass at sunrise, and she could feel the icy grip of dread clawing at her chest. Something was wrong.

Lui growled, a deep, guttural noise that made her hairs stand on end, and staggered toward the table.

He started tearing through the drawers like a man possessed, throwing papers and random shit everywhere.

“What the fuck are you doing now?!”

Juliana barked, keeping her distance but craning her neck to watch the disaster unfold.

His hands were shaking so badly it looked like he was trying to juggle invisible balls.

“I—coin! Fucking—coin!”

Lui slurred, his hands shaking so bad he looked like he was playing some drunken game of grab-ass with the air.

“Need—hic—need my coin!”

Her eyes widened. Coin? Why the hell did he need money this badly? The fear prickled at the back of her neck, icy and unwelcome.

Juliana took a cautious step forward, keeping the bed between them like a shield. His movements were growing more violent, yanking drawers out and tossing them across the room.

“Lui, stop it! You’re going to wreck the whole damn house!”

But he didn’t stop. He just growled louder, muttering under his breath like some crazed lunatic.

Her chest tightened. Fear mixed with a sudden, desperate yearning.

‘Artis, where are you?’

Her fingers clutched the fabric over her heart as she watched Lui spiral further, his drunken rampage tearing through what little sanity was left in the room.

Then suddenly, Lui’s bloodshot eyes snapped toward her like a rabid dog locking onto its next meal. Juliana froze, her heart hammering as his massive, filthy hand lunged for her throat.

“I need coins! Dey’re gonna fuckin’ kill me if I don’t pay, bitch!”

He roared, spittle flying into her face like a drunk windstorm.

Her hands clawed at his iron grip, choking and gasping as she flailed. Tears streaked down her cheeks as her vision blurred, panic overtaking her.

‘Art…’

Just when she thought she’d pass out, his grip slackened, and he stumbled away, staggering toward the cupboard with all the grace of a dying walrus.

She collapsed onto the floor, coughing and wheezing, clutching her bruised neck.

Her chest heaved as she regained her senses, and then the realization hit her like a slap.

‘He just wants coins.’

Coins, of all things!

Juliana wiped her face and scrambled toward the table, her thin gown clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.

She knew she had some hidden somewhere. Years of scraping and saving had left her with a pitiful stash, but it would be enough to get him the fuck out of her house.

Her trembling hands tore through the drawers and clutter as she frantically searched for the tiny pouch.

She didn’t even notice the looming figure leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, casually watching her from the shadows.

Her ass jutted out as she bent over, the thin fabric of her gown doing absolutely nothing to hide the soft curve of her cheeks or the sway of her hips.

She had buried the coins deep within table, so deep she wasn’t even sure where to start looking for it.

But just as she was about to gather her thoughts, a voice behind her sent a chill down her spine.

“Lui…”

She froze, her breath caught in her throat. And then, a voice from the cupboard—meek, hesitant—followed.

“Gi-gimme a little time, sire, th-th-the coins are here. I swear.”

Juliana’s mind raced.

‘What the hell is going on?’

“No need for that! I’ve already found my payment.”

Juliana’s skin prickled with goosebumps. Her stomach twisted as the stranger’s hot breath ghosted over her neck.

She straightened up, her heart pounding, only to feel a warm, solid wall of… chest.

Her back was pinned against his broad, armored chest, the cold steel biting through her thin gown.

Slowly, as though moving too fast might break her, she turned her head and locked eyes with a set of yellowed teeth that looked like they’d been brushed with dirt and regret.

The bastard was grinning at her like she was the last slice of cake at a royal feast.

Her skin crawled.

“Si-sire, that—that’s my wife…”

Lui stammered from the cupboard, his voice as useful as a wet sock.

“Y-you can’t… I’ll get you the coins, I swear! That’s what you came for, right?”

The stranger chuckled, the sound like gravel grinding in his throat.

“No need for coins. I’ve found my payment right here.”

Juliana’s blood ran cold. She didn’t need to look to feel his eyes roaming her body, the bastard practically undressing her with his gaze.

“You’re a real gem, you know that?”

He murmured, his hot, rancid breath brushing her ear.

“A beauty like you… I’d call this more than fair trade.”

Lui whimpered from across the room, his pathetic voice barely audible.

“B-but—she’s my wife!”

“Your wife?”

The stranger snorted, tightening his grip on Juliana like she was a prize mare.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have gambled her away, huh? Or were you too drunk to notice?”

Juliana’s fear turned to rage.

‘Gambled me away?’

She clenched her fists, her jaw tight.