NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Nadia Offering Herself! (2)

“Oh, so the little lady has a plan now, huh? Why make it hard earlier, honey?”

The knight said, his voice thick with booze and ego as he let out a laugh that sounded like a donkey choking on gravel.

Juliana’s stomach churned, a cold sweat breaking out over her skin. Her instincts screamed that whatever her daughter was about to do, it couldn’t be good.

‘No, this can’t be happening! I can’t let her—’

But before Juliana could protest, Nadia stepped forward with a sultry smile that sent a shiver of disgust up Juliana’s spine.

“An old woman or a young one?”

Nadia asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

“Who do you think is gonna satisfy you better, huh? Me, with my tight little hole—” she ran a finger lazily down her side, pausing just above her hip “—or my mom? Who’s got the better ride, big guy?”

Her tone was laced with challenge, her lips curving into a smirk as she locked eyes with the knight.

Juliana’s jaw dropped in sheer horror.

The knight’s face lit up like a drunk kid in a candy store. His eyes darted between Nadia and Juliana, his grin spreading wider than it had any right to be.

The man was practically salivating now, his tongue darting out like some lecherous dog.

His gaze lingered on Juliana for a moment before snapping back to Nadia, his grin turning predatory.

“I don’t need to choose, sweetheart,” he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol and bad decisions. “I’ve already made up my mind.”

He smirked at Juliana one last time before stumbling toward Nadia, his steps heavy and uneven thanks to the combo of armor and too much liquor.

His cocky swagger was painfully obvious—emphasis on the cock, as the tent in his pants was now about as subtle as a brick to the face.

“I think the young lady’s gonna be just right for the ride, don’t you?”

He said, leering as he grabbed Nadia by the waist and yanked her closer.

For a split second, Nadia’s face twisted into a look of pure disgust—lips curling, nose wrinkling, the works—but she quickly replaced it with a forced smile so sweet it could’ve given cavities.

She rested her hands lightly on his chest, as if playing along, but the gleam in her eyes was anything but submissive.

“Oh, my little thicc flower…”

The knight cooed, his voice dripping with mockery and a lecherous grin plastered on his face.

“We’re here on a noble quest, you see. To confirm the rumors of a legendary treasure! Come with me, and I’ll rescue you from this sad little hellhole. You’ll be my concubine—fed, pampered, and stuffed with everything you could ever want.”

Nadia forced a sickly-sweet smile, her mind racing. Her stomach churned at the sheer arrogance of this walking slab of armored filth.

Still, she tilted her head coyly and batted her lashes like the innocent little flower he thought she was.

“Before we embark on this… enchanting journey… Why not let your little monster out, Sir Knight? Let’s… satisfy him before we start anything serious. Can’t leave the poor thing all pent up, now can we?”

The knight’s grin stretched even wider, making his face look like a drunken ogre who’d just stumbled upon a buffet.

“Ah, I see you’re eager to please, my sweet!”

He crowed, puffing out his chest like he was the king of the damn universe.

“I’m not gonna lie—I was planning to ravage your mother, too, but since you’re practically begging for it…”

He trailed off, licking his lips as he fumbled with his waistband.

“Fine, fine. I’ll do you first, and then I’ll be on my way. Can’t afford to waste any more time on this pitiful little sect, anyway.”

Nadia resisted the urge to gag as the man shoved his filthy hand into his pants and fished out what could only be described as a crime against nature.

The grotesque thing flopped out like a half-dead fish, unwashed and covered in what looked like a mix of questionable grime and… were those bubbles?

Her eyes widened for a split second before she caught herself, plastering the fake smile back on.

It was hard, sure, but it was also sad. Like, really sad. It wasn’t even half of what Artis had, and for a brief, bizarre moment, she felt pity for the knight.

But then her brain flipped back, and the only thing she felt was pride—pride that her man, Artis, could easily outclass this sorry excuse of a cock in both size and cleanliness.

“Tasty, right? I’ll make you scream, little flower.”

The knight said, shaking his grotesque excuse for a cock like it was something to be proud of.

Nadia’s first instinct was to hurl right there and then, but she clenched her jaw and held it together. This wasn’t just about her dignity—it was about family. Unfortunately.

“Smell it. Smell my manhood and beg me for more,” he growled, thrusting it closer. “I like a woman who is willing.”

The sheer audacity made Nadia’s eyebrow twitch. She wanted to scream.

‘Willing?! Bitch, I’d rather die in a ditch full of feral rats!’

But instead, she forced her lips into a sultry smile that was so fake it could’ve won her an Oscar.

“Close your eyes, my knight in not-so-shining armor, because I’m gonna take you straight to heaven.”

She purred, letting her voice drip with seductive poison.

The idiot actually grinned, his yellow teeth on full display, and giddily closed his eyes like he was about to receive the greatest pleasure of his life.

His filthy cock twitched like a sad little worm, and Nadia could feel bile rising in her throat.

Behind her, Lui, who had been sniffling and weeping pathetically earlier, now had his eyes glued to the scene, licking his lips like some depraved spectator.

His cheeks were flushed, but Nadia was pretty sure it wasn’t the booze anymore.

If you looked closely—and honestly, you didn’t want to—you could spot a pathetic little tent forming in Lui’s filthy, torn pants.

The sight alone was enough to make you want to burn your own eyeballs, but the real kicker?

The idea of someone stronger and bigger beating him down, leaving him powerless while they fucked his wife and daughter right in front of him, turned him on.

Juliana, on the other hand, was shaking her head like her life depended on it, her eyes wide and pleading as she desperately tried to catch Nadia’s attention.

‘Don’t do it, Nadia…’

This wasn’t your standard please-don’t-sell-yourself-to-this-perv kind of plea. No, Juliana knew her daughter too well for that.

She could see it in the subtle twitch of Nadia’s jaw, the way her fingers curled ever so slightly.

She knew whatever Nadia was doing right now had nothing to do with seduction or anything the drunken knight was thinking about.

No, this was a train wreck in slow motion, and Nadia was about to steer it off the cliff.

And then, it happened. The knight—who was all set to live out his perverted fantasies—suddenly screamed in pain…