NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Lovely Mommy-Son Session!

A little earlier.

“Come on, Mommy, let’s go. Watch your step here. Here, let me hold you closer.”

Artis slid his arm around Juliana’s waist like a smug bastard who’d just won a prize at the fair. Juliana practically melted into his side, her face redder than a cherry on a drunkard’s sundae.

“Yes, baby… keep your Mommy close…”

She whispered breathily, clutching her chest like some innocent fair maiden—except fair maidens didn’t usually have that wicked little sparkle in their eyes.

“I’ll hold you so close… you’ll swear you can feel my hand on those plum ass cheeks of yours.”

Juliana blinked, confused for half a second—until she felt it. His hand slithered down like a man on a mission, and before she knew it, his fingers were sinking into her ass like it was fresh bread dough.

“Mmm~ Artis, baby, it’s not me thinking… your hand is on my ass.”

She looked up at him with a sly, teasing smile, like she’d just caught him red-handed—which, to be fair, she had.

“What are you talking about, Jul? I would never…”

Artis put on the most dramatic, wounded expression, like she’d just accused him of a crime against humanity. Meanwhile, his hand was still kneading her soft, juicy flesh like he was auditioning for a role at a bakery.

Juliana’s face heated even more, but she didn’t pull away.

The whole ordeal with the knight had left Juliana shaken, but Artis—cocky bastard that he was—had worked his magic like a pro.

Teasing her, charming her, making her feel so wanted that the fear practically melted off her like butter on hot bread.

‘If it wasn’t for him… No. I don’t want to think about that.’

Juliana gave her head a little shake, as if physically batting the thought away. It caught Artis’s sharp eye immediately.

“Stop worrying about useless shit.”

He muttered, voice dripping with both annoyance and protectiveness.

“Nobody’s gonna lay a fucking finger on you ever again. Not that useless excuse of a husband of yours, not some oversized knight with a cock complex—no one.”

Her heart fluttered at his words. Without thinking, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. The man might have been a shameless flirt, but fuck if he didn’t make her feel safe… and seen.

“Thank you, Artis.”

Juliana smiled, leaning her head against his chest. Gods, she felt so safe with him. So fucking young again, like she’d been transported back to a time when a man’s touch could make her heart race and her skin tingle.

Sure, the whole situation might’ve been wrong—wildly inappropriate, borderline scandalous—but who the fuck cared?

She was just a sad, neglected woman who wanted to feel good after years of lying next to that limp dick of a husband.

And Artis? He was so good at making her feel good.

She glanced up at him again and blinked in surprise.

His jaw was clenched tight, practically quivering, and those sharp eyes of his were locked dead ahead like he was staring down a personal enemy.

He looked pissed. Feral, even.

Her eyes dropped lower and—oh. That explained it.

His hands, which had so graciously been kneading her ass just minutes ago, were now gripping her hips like he was this close to pinning her to the nearest wall and doing unholy things to her right there.

“What is it, baby? Why do you have that look?”

Juliana’s voice was soft, a little husky, as she reached up and cupped his chin with those delicate hands.

Her touch was tender, but Artis wasn’t exactly in a tender mood. Especially not when his eyes dropped—oh fuck.

Her nightgown was low-cut. Very low-cut. Her perfect, heavy tits were practically pleading for freedom, the soft swells of her melons just one errant breath away from spilling out.

Artis swallowed hard. His brain short-circuited.

How the hell was he supposed to focus on a conversation when her boobs looked like they were about to audition for a breakout role?

“He hurt you…”

Artis finally managed, his voice rough and throaty, like he’d just gargled whiskey and gravel.

“I can’t fucking forget the look on your face when I found you. The pain, the fear, the helplessness—I hated that. I hated seeing you like that.”

Goddammit, even while pissed, he somehow managed to look hot—his jaw clenched, his broad chest rising and falling like a man barely holding his rage in check.

Juliana’s heart gave a flutter. Fuck, she was gone for this man.

“Baby, it’s alright,” she whispered, her lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “You’ve shown me today that you’ll always protect me. Always.”

She stepped closer, pressing her warm body against his, her full chest brushing against him like it was trying to distract him. She tipped her head up, her lips so close he could count her breaths.

“You’ll be my shield… and my sword,” she said slowly. “I know it.”

Artis blinked, his gaze fixed—no, fucking glued—to her lips. The way her mouth moved was practically sinful.

The slow, teasing curl of her smile. The flick of her tongue as it darted out to wet her bottom lip. And then—fuck. She bit it.

That soft, pink bottom lip.

Artis’s blood boiled.

Her innocent little smile might as well have been a giant neon sign screaming, “TAKE ME NOW,” and Artis wasn’t known for ignoring signs.

His hands, which had been resting lightly on her hips, gripped harder, like he was moments away from pulling her so close she’d become a permanent fixture on his body.

‘Damn, what a fucking milf.’

Artis thought, his eyes blatantly wandering over Juliana’s curves.

Her nightgown clung to her body like it owed him a favor, showing off every dip, every bounce of her soft, sinful figure. He bit his lip and smirked.

‘I could bend her over this second and make her sing, but nah… teasing’s too much fun.’

His teasing smile crept across his face, and Juliana caught it immediately. She narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching upward into an answering grin.

“What? What kind of mischief are you up to now?”

She asked, her voice playful, though her gaze definitely noticed how he was staring at her boobs like he was solving a goddamn riddle.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking… if I’d been sweet to you from the very start, how would our relationship have evolved, hmm?”

That made Juliana pause. Her brows furrowed, and she genuinely looked like she was giving it thought, which—frankly—was adorable as hell. Then she smiled up at him, her cheeks just a little pink.

“Well,” she said softly, “I’m glad our relationship has evolved into this now.”

Artis leaned in closer, his teasing tone returning.

“What would you have done differently if I was just a baby when you met me?”

“You were a baby when I met you,” she shot back, raising a brow.

“No, not that! I mean like… what if I was, I dunno, one or two?”

Juliana tilted her head, her lips pursing in concentration. It was so damn cute it nearly killed him—like watching a kitten try to solve a puzzle.

“Well then,” she said with a dramatic sigh, “I’d have raised you like Nadia. With an iron fist.”

She puffed her chest out in mock seriousness, her tits jiggling slightly with the effort, and Artis immediately snorted.

“Iron fist? You?” he scoffed, barely able to hold back his laugh. “Woman, stop joking before I pull a muscle.”

Juliana gave him a playful smack on the arm, though she couldn’t stop smiling.

“I could do it!”

“You? With your soft, titty-hugging gowns and your ‘oh baby protect me’ voice? Please.”

Artis smirked, shaking his head.

“The only fist you’ve got is soft and squishy, and I’m pretty sure it’d bounce right off a toddler’s ass.”

Juliana gasped, her hand flying to her chest as if offended, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.

Juliana stopped mid-step, raising her arm and flexing her so-called “bicep” like she was ready to wrestle a bear. Then she patted it like it was made of pure iron instead of soft flesh.

“See this? I would’ve whooped your tiny baby ass so hard you’d be bawling for days.”

Artis raised a brow, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. ”

Whoop my ass? Woman, you better pray I don’t whoop this ass right here and now.”

Juliana gasped like she’d been caught sneaking cookies from a jar. Her face turned crimson as she spun around, both hands flying to cover her plump ass like it was the crown jewels.

“N-No! Have mercy, please!”

She stammered, her voice cracking like a guilty schoolgirl.

Artis couldn’t hold back his laugh. The way her ass jiggled as she fumbled to protect it was downright hypnotic.

“Aww, look at you.”

He cooed mockingly, reaching out to pat her head like she was a misbehaving kitten. Then, with a devilish grin, he pinched her blushing cheeks.

“Such a cutie. Alright, fine. I’ll show mercy… for now.”

Juliana sighed with relief, but Artis wasn’t done yet.

“But hey, what if I were one of those crying babies? You know, screaming my lungs out all day. What would you have done then, huh?”

That stopped Juliana dead in her tracks. She blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“What?”

Artis smirked and crossed his arms, tilting his head.

“You heard me. How would you have calmed me down? Baby Artis, crying like he’s got a wet diaper and needs attention.”

Juliana went quiet, her face unreadable… until a sly smile crept onto her lips.

“You really wanna know?”