NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Arrival (1)

The result was so stupid it deserved its own award.

If the knight had even one brain cell left unpickled by booze or uncorrupted by his overinflated ego, he would’ve seen this coming from a mile away.

But nope, the booze, unchecked arrogance, and a cock that thought it was king of the world and more importantly, the dumbass trusted a woman who flipped her attitude faster than a whore dropping her panties for a gold coin.

“AAAARGGHHH, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

He screamed, clutching his now spurting crotch as if trying to hold back a goddamn geyser. His once-prized appendage had plopped to the floor like a sad, deflated zucchini.

The pathetic sight of it lying there—flaccid, blood-soaked, and utterly defeated—was almost poetic.

In Nadia’s hand gleamed the reason for his pain: a glowing white qi blade, sharp and deadly, still sizzling with energy.

A basic move, sure—something even a low-tier cultivator could pull off—but goddamn, it was effective.

She twirled it in her hand like a fucking baton, looking down at him with the kind of disdain usually reserved for roadkill.

Juliana and Lui, on the other hand, looked like they were about to shit themselves. Juliana’s worst fear had just come true, and Lui? Well, Lui had sobered up so fast it was like he’d been slapped by the gods themselves.

“Shouldn’t have been a dick if you didn’t want your dick chopped off.”

Nadia snorted, trying to keep her composure, even though her hands were trembling like she’d just downed five espressos.

Sure, she sounded badass, but inside? She was freaking the fuck out. She’d never hurt anyone before, and now she’d gone full barbarian on some guy’s junk.

The knight, still clutching his mutilated groin, let out a scream so loud it could’ve shattered glass.

“You fucking bitch!”

He roared, his blood-soaked hand trembling as he glared at her with murder in his eyes.

Before Nadia could process what was happening, the knight—drunk, enraged, and still oozing blood—lunged at her like a rabid bull.

She tried to dodge, jerking her head to the side, but his massive, meaty hand snagged her by the hair like she was a rag doll.

“Shit! Let go, you giant fucking creep!”

She shrieked, grabbing at his hand, but it was no use. He yanked her up into the air, her legs flailing like a cat that had been tossed into water.

And then—wham!—she was airborne. Time seemed to slow as she flew through the air, crashing into the wall with a thud that rattled the entire room.

She slid down like a squished cartoon character, landing in a heap on the floor.

“NADIA!!!”

Juliana screamed, her voice cracking as she sprinted to her daughter, throwing herself to the ground to check if she was okay.

Thankfully, aside from a bruised ego and maybe a sore ass, Nadia wasn’t too banged up.

Meanwhile, the knight turned around, his face contorted in rage, pain, and the kind of confusion only alcohol and a missing dick could cause.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the room.

First, they landed on Lui, who was trembling so hard he looked like a leaf in a hurricane. The smell of piss confirmed what everyone already knew—Lui had fully wet himself. Just moments ago, he’d had the audacity to pop a boner at the chaos. Now? He was a quivering, pathetic mess.

Then, the knight’s gaze shifted to the two women huddled together. Juliana and Nadia clung to each other, their ample curves pressed together like some pervert’s dream.

Even in his state, the knight’s eyes glinted with a predatory hunger, his anger momentarily replaced by his perverse instincts.

“Fucking bitches.”

The knight spat, his voice thick with both rage and the kind of stupidity that only comes with a cocktail of alcohol and missing genitalia.

He staggered forward, his armor clanging like an offbeat marching band. Blood dripped from his groin, leaving a grotesque trail, but the pain only seemed to fuel his deranged determination.

“I’ll fuck you both and mount your heads on my damn wall!”

Juliana’s heart dropped into her stomach as she saw him lumbering toward them, grinning like a madman.

For all his pathetic limp and bleeding crotch, he still radiated enough malice to make her knees buckle.

Her survival instincts kicked in—or maybe it was just years of dealing with Lui’s bullshit—and she scrambled to her feet, shielding Nadia with her body.

“Nooo!” she screamed, throwing her arms out like some sacrificial lamb. “Stop! Take me instead! Take me, you disgusting piece of shit!”

The knight paused, cocking his head in mock amusement.

“Haha, how touching,” he sneered, his bloodied hand twitching as he reached for her. “The old cunt wants to play hero. Fine by me. I’ll fuck you both, one hole at a time.”

Juliana flinched but stood her ground, trembling as he took another step.

Her mind raced, and for a brief moment, she thought about him. Art. Her stepson. The only person who had ever made her feel alive after years of enduring this pathetic excuse of a husband.

‘Art… where are you?’

Her lips parted as she whispered his name in her mind, a desperate prayer she knew wouldn’t be answered in time.

The knight’s bloody hand loomed closer, the metallic stench of his blood burning her nose. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the touch, for the nightmare that was about to unfold. Seconds passed. One. Two. Three.

Nothing.

Her eyes fluttered open cautiously, and she gasped, jerking back. The knight’s hand was frozen mid-air, inches from her face, but it wasn’t moving.

Her eyes looked up and locked onto the pale hand resting on the knight’s broad, blood-stained shoulder.

Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized that hand—she knew it. For a fleeting, stupid second, hope and excitement filled her chest like a balloon ready to pop.

‘It’s him! He’s here! Artis… Oh, thank the heavens, it’s—’

But just as fast as it came, that excitement was gutted by a horrifying realization. Her heart sank, and dread settled in her stomach like a boulder.

‘Wait. No. Fuck, no. Artis isn’t a cultivator. He doesn’t stand a chance against this oversized, drunken asshole! He’s gonna get himself fucking killed!’

Juliana’s knees buckled, her trembling hand instinctively reaching out as if she could somehow stop what was about to happen.

‘Why? Why did I wish for him? Oh, gods above, why would I drag him into this mess?’

Her supposed final wish—to see him, to just see him one last time—had turned into a nightmare. And now, she was sure her foolish desire would end with his blood spilled all over this floor.