NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Curious Cat

Nadia fidgeted around the hall, pacing like a cat that just dodged a bucket of water.

The chaos of the whole cock-slicing, knight-stomping incident still lingered in her chest, but more than anything, relief washed over her. Relief… and maybe a touch of shame.

She hated admitting it, but despite trusting Artis and his oh-so-blunt revelations about her dad being a useless drunk and a magnet for shitty “friends,” there had been tiny, nagging doubts in the back of her mind.

Little dust bunnies of suspicion that whispered, What if he’s wrong? Well, those doubts were officially dead—sliced to bits and punted into oblivion, just like the knight’s manhood.

From the other room, she could hear her father shuffling around like the indecisive little worm he was. Probably mustering up the energy to make his first real decision in his entire pathetic life.

Not that she gave a single fuck about what he decided. Hell, he could flip a coin on whether to cry or drink himself stupid for all she cared.

Nadia’s lips curled into a bitter scowl as flashes of that scene crept back into her mind. She clenched her fists, a chill shooting down her spine.

Her eyes darted toward the closed door, and bile rose in her throat as her thoughts spiraled.

‘Was he seriously just going to sit there and let that bastard have his way with Mom… and maybe even me?’

Her stomach churned, and her face contorted with disgust as she stomped a foot to shake off the memory.

“Fucking coward,” she muttered under her breath.

A shiver ran through her body, but she quickly shook her head like she was trying to fling the bad vibes out of her hair.

‘Nope, not going there. Not tonight. Fuck that guy, fuck this house, and fuck every ounce of DNA I share with him.’

With one last deep breath, she straightened her back and cracked her knuckles.

Nadia’s mind suddenly betrayed her as it fixated on the scene from earlier—her mom and Artis shamelessly clinging to each other like horny teenagers, blood, severed dicks, and all.

The absolute audacity! They hadn’t even batted an eye at the mess or the fact that family members were present.

It was like they’d stepped into their own little love bubble, completely oblivious to how inappropriate it all was.

Her face turned so red it could’ve lit up a room, and the heat in her cheeks felt like it was going to fry her brain cells.

‘Nope, nope, nope. Bad thoughts be gone. Good thoughts only.’

She smacked her flushed cheeks with both hands, her palms sinking into her soft, plump skin as she tried to reset her brain like a buggy computer.

But it didn’t work. Nope. Because no matter how much she tried to play innocent, she was still a woman—and women are fucking curious.

Her gaze slowly, traitorously, drifted toward Artis’s room, the door now closed like it held the world’s juiciest secret. Her throat went dry, and she gulped hard enough for her chest to bounce.

‘What are they even doing in there? It can’t be…’

Her eyes widened.

‘No…no way they’re doing that, right? They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. He hasn’t even done that with me!’

Her legs twitched before her brain could stop them, taking one shaky step toward the door. And then another.

Her fingers flexed, and her mind raced with scandalous possibilities. But just as her hand started to rise—like the horny, curious idiot she was—Nadia froze.

‘Nope. Nope. Abort. Not gonna witness some nasty family drama tonight.’

She shook her head violently, her ponytail whipping around, before turning and sprinting to her room like the devil himself was chasing her.

She slammed the door shut behind her, panting like she’d just run a marathon.

Throwing herself onto her bed, Nadia buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, her mind still buzzing with what ifs.

Death and gore? Eh, just another Tuesday in this godforsaken world. Nadia could stomach the blood, guts, and severed dicks.

That wasn’t what was throwing her off. No, what really had her spinning was the mental image of her mom getting all lovey-dovey with someone. And not just someone—fucking Artis.

‘Goddamn it, Mom, why are you acting like a horny teenager?’

Nadia groaned internally, flopping back onto her bed. She tried to shake the thought, but nope, it clung to her brain like a bad song.

“Sigh…what the fuck should I do? I need to apologize,” she muttered, her voice muffled by her pillow. “But…will he even forgive me?”

Her mind flashed back to Artis’s earlier words about old guards and their techniques for finding poison in “suspicious women.” She cringed so hard her toes curled.

‘God, why do I keep thinking about that?’

She rolled over, staring at the ceiling, and tried to talk herself out of her spiraling thoughts.

“They must be sleeping.”

She told herself, nodding like an idiot trying to convince herself of something she didn’t believe.

“He’s probably exhausted from all this shit, and Mom’s probably still shaken from that cockless knight incident. There’s no fucking way they’re doing… that. Simply. No. Way.”

Her words sounded convincing, but her brain wasn’t buying it.

Sitting up straight, Nadia slapped her cheeks lightly to focus.

‘Okay, focus. Artis might be a pervert, sure, but he’s mature. Right? He wouldn’t pull something stupid like that… right?’

She nodded again, her ponytail bobbing with newfound determination.

‘And Mom? Mom’s still that pie-baking, sweet-talking, lady-of-the-house kind of woman. There’s no way she’s doing something… something… fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.’

She exhaled loudly, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from the mental images creeping in.

“They’re probably just… talking. Or sleeping. That’s it. Nothing dirty.”

But as much as she tried to convince herself, her imagination refused to behave. Every time she closed her eyes, her brain fed her a different scandalous scenario. The noises. The whispers. The… movements.

“Fuck me sideways,” she muttered, burying her face in her hands. “Why do I even care?!”

Even though she wanted to let it go, a small, traitorous voice in her head whispered: Because you wish it was you in there instead of Mom.

Her eyes snapped open, her cheeks burning hotter than the surface of the sun.

“Nope. Nope. NOPE.”

She hissed, flinging herself back down onto the bed and pulling her blanket over her head.

“Tomorrow. I’ll deal with this shit tomorrow.”

She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. But even under the blanket, her mind wouldn’t stop taunting her with images of Artis’s smirk and her mom’s giggles.

But no matter what, she was still a women. And women are…

Nadia stomped down the hallway like a woman on a mission, her nightie doing a piss-poor job of keeping her modesty intact.

The hem flipped and flared with every determined step, showing off her jiggling ass cheeks that could probably clap hard enough to summon thunder.

Her boobs? Oh, they were bouncing too—wildly, like they were trying to escape their flimsy prison.

‘Thank fuck that cockless knight had been too drunk and horny to tell me and Mom apart earlier, otherwise, I might’ve been the one needing Artis to swoop in and save me.’

She glared at the door just a few feet away, her determination outweighing any common sense she might’ve had.

“Alright, here goes nothing,” she whispered, taking a deep breath.

‘They must be sleeping. Yeah. Just sleeping. This isn’t weird. This is totally normal.’

But as much as her brain tried to sell her that lie, her body had other plans. Her legs carried her forward with a determination that screamed curiosity killed the cat—and might fuck her over too.

Every step made her thighs rub together, the friction heating her up like she was her own goddamn fireplace.

She wasn’t even sure why she was doing this anymore. Was it because she didn’t trust Artis? Because she thought her mom might be too vulnerable right now? Or… was it something else?

She gulped as her hand reached for the doorknob. Her fingers trembled, her breath hitching.

‘This is fine. I’ll just peek in, make sure they’re… I don’t know, not doing anything weird. And then I’ll go back to bed like a good girl. Yeah, totally normal behavior.’

Except her heart was racing like she was about to walk into a goddamn sex dungeon.

And deep down, a small, shameful voice whispered: What if they’re not sleeping? What if they’re…

Her cheeks burned as her imagination ran wild, painting vivid mental pictures of Artis’s cocky grin and her mom’s flushed face. She shook her head violently, trying to banish the image.

‘Nope. Nope. Don’t go there. Just open the door, take a look, and leave. Simple.’

But the real question wasn’t whether they were doing something. It was whether she wanted them to be.

Nadia slid the shoji door open with the grace of a ninja and the curiosity of a cat—and holy fuck, what she saw on the other side nearly short-circuited her entire brain.

Her jaw dropped faster than her dignity, and she clung to the doorframe like her knees were about to give out.

Her mother—her respectable, modest, pie-baking mom—was down on her knees, doing things that would’ve made a succubus blush.

“Not everyone can take my monster fully like you do, Mommy…”

And then, her mother’s sultry voice chimed in, slathered in pride and mischief.

“Don’t underestimate us old folks, baby. We know way more than you horny youngsters.”

There was a pause, followed by an exaggerated, wet “Mwah! Gwak! Gwak!”

Nadia’s eyes went wide as saucers, her grip on the doorframe tightening to keep herself upright. Her mind was racing, desperately trying to process what the fuck was happening.

‘What the fuck! What the hell is going on?! And how…how can she jut gulp that thing all down like that?’