NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: A Sudden Change in Mommy!

“You really wanna know?”

Artis arched a brow.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Alright then, come on.”

Juliana said, suddenly grabbing his hand. Before Artis could process what was happening, she was dragging him toward his room.

His eyes widened, but his grin grew wider as his gaze shamelessly trailed down. The way her hips swayed with every determined step was sinful.

Her soft ass cheeks moved like they were having their own private conversation—one bounce at a time—and her thighs jiggled with every quick stride, leaving him hypnotized.

“Damn…”

He muttered under his breath, not even bothering to hide his appreciation.

Juliana glanced back, catching his stare, and her cheeks turned red again—but she didn’t stop.

“What?” she teased over her shoulder, voice dripping with faux innocence. “Don’t tell me you’re crying already, baby boy.”

Artis let out a low chuckle, his pulse quickening as he followed her into the room like a moth to a flame.

“Oh, trust me… if I’m crying, it’s ’cause I can’t decide which part of you I wanna grab first.”

Juliana rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at her lips.

“Pervert.”

“Guilty as charged,” Artis shot back with zero shame. “Now… what exactly are we doing here?”

She stopped just outside his room, her hips swaying like they were auditioning for a damn music video, and cracked the door open.

Without a word, she stepped inside, tugging him along like he was a lovesick puppy. The second she closed the door, Artis could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Jul, what are we—?”

“Shh,” she hushed him with a single finger to his lips, her mischievous smile turning his brain into absolute mush.

She strutted toward the bed—no, strutted was too tame. She glided, each step perfectly calculated to make her ass jiggle and the hem of her gown dance over her thighs like a tease sent from hell.

Reaching the edge of the bed, she sat down with all the grace of a queen and patted the mattress beside her.

“Come here, baby,” she said softly, her voice dripping with honey and sin.

Artis froze for a second—half from excitement, half from his brain short-circuiting—before following her lead and sitting down.

Then she did it. She patted her lap. Her fucking lap.

Artis blinked. Was this heaven? Had he died and ascended without knowing it? But she didn’t have time for his hesitation.

With a firm but gentle tug, she guided him down until his head landed right in her lap.

And holy fuck.

From this angle, her two god-tier mommy milkers were front and center, hanging so close to his face he could practically feel their warmth.

Her neckline, already flirting with danger, now looked like it was begging for an “accident.”

Beyond that, her gorgeous, sultry face beamed down at him with the kind of smile that could turn a man into a simp in under five seconds.

“You wanna know how I’d calm a crying baby Art?”

She purred, her fingers trailing gently through his hair.

Artis swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as hell.

“G-Gulp… Y-yeah…?”

He had a pretty fucking good idea where this was going, and if he was right, he was about to cry out of sheer joy.

Juliana’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Like this.”

And with zero hesitation, she grabbed the neckline of her gown and yanked it down. All the way down.

Artis’s eyes damn near popped out of his skull as her enormous tits—full, soft, and bouncy—spilled out into the open like two creamy blessings from the gods. No bra. Just bare, milky perfection. Her nipples, already a little flushed and hard, teased him as if they were daring him to touch.

‘Fuck, yes. Fuck, fuck, yes.’

Juliana tilted her head, holding her tits up in her hands like she was offering him the holy grail.

“Who’s a good boy?”

She cooed, her voice soft and sweet but absolutely filthy.

Artis’s brain officially quit. The only thing left was pure instinct and a desperate, overwhelming urge to latch onto those heavenly boobs and never let go.

‘I wanna lick, I wanna suck, I wanna die happy right here.’

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Artis thought he should respond. Say something clever. Tease her back. But all that came out was a hoarse, broken,

“Me… I’m the good boy.”

Juliana giggled, her tits jiggling with the motion, and Artis swore he saw his soul leave his body.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now… let Mommy take care of you.”

‘Holy fucking shit.’

Juliana leaned down ever so slightly, the movement making her tits sway in front of his face like hypnotic pendulums of milky perfection.

Artis’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he fought the primal urge to launch himself at her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Her soft hand cupped his cheek, pulling his gaze up to meet hers.

“What’s wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?”

She teased, biting her lip in that way that made him want to lose all self-control.

‘Tongue?’

Oh, his tongue wasn’t lost. He knew exactly where he wanted to put it.

“N-Not yet.”

Artis muttered, his voice low and rough, his eyes glued to her nipples as if they held the secrets to the universe. He could feel his cock straining against his pants like it was ready to rip through fabric and salute her properly.

Juliana smirked, clearly enjoying every second of his torture.

“Hmm. You’re so cute when you’re flustered. You act like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.”

She leaned closer, the soft skin of her breasts brushing against his forehead, and whispered,

“But I know you’ve been dreaming about mine, haven’t you?”

“F-fuck.”

Artis groaned, his head sinking deeper into her lap as his hands twitched. He couldn’t take it anymore—he needed to touch her.

His hands shot up, gently cupping her tits like he was handling the most precious treasure in the world.

The warmth, the softness, the weight—everything about them was fucking perfect.

He gave them a careful squeeze, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, and Juliana let out the sweetest little moan that made his cock throb painfully.

“Hmm~ Someone’s getting bold.”

She cooed, arching her back slightly to push her tits even further into his hands.

“Go on, baby. Be a good boy and show Mommy how much you love her.”

Artis didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking greedily while his other hand kneaded her other breast like it was dough he was trying to bake with love.

Juliana gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head to hold him there as if she never wanted him to let go.

“Fuck, Artis,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Good boy… you’re such a good boy.”

Her praise went straight to his dick like a shot of adrenaline.

He groaned against her nipple, his tongue flicking and swirling around it while he sucked harder, determined to make her moan his name.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging softly as she bit her lip, trying to suppress the noises threatening to spill out.

But Artis wasn’t having that.

He pulled away from her nipple just long enough to look up at her, his lips shiny and wet.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, his voice dark and husky. “I want to hear how much you love this.”

Juliana’s eyes widened, her face turning redder than a cherry.

“W-What—?”

Before she could finish, Artis dove back in, his mouth attacking her other nipple with the same fervor. Juliana gasped loudly this time, her back arching as a long, desperate moan escaped her lips.

“Ahh~ Fuck, baby… Yes, just like that…”

Artis grinned against her skin, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted her.

Her legs shifted restlessly beneath him, her breathing growing more erratic as his hands and tongue worked her over.

Her moans filled the room like music, each one sending another jolt of arousal straight to his cock.

‘I swear to fucking god, I’m never letting go of this woman.’

“Good boys,” she whispered breathlessly, looking down at him with a dazed, lustful expression. “Good boys deserve rewards…”

Juliana’s smirk turned downright sinful as her delicate hand slid under the hem of Artis’s robe, her fingertips teasing along his thigh.

Artis froze like a statue, his breath caught in his throat as he felt her soft, warm touch inching closer to his aching cock.

But he was liking this new version of Juliana. Not the soft and cute but this dominant woman who knows what she wants.

“F-fuck… what are you doing?”

He stammered, though his body betrayed him—his hips twitched ever so slightly, begging her to keep going.

“What does it look like I’m doing, baby?” she purred, leaning down so her breath tickled his ear. “I told you… Mommy always rewards good boys.”