NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Changing Lore and Mommy

“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.”

Before he could respond with some half-assed attempt at sass, her hand wrapped around him—firm, warm, and so goddamn perfect he nearly lost it right there.

‘Damn, that’s so biiiggg…how is he controlling this thing?’

She thought, as she felt his cock on her hand.

“Fuck—Juliana.”

He groaned, his head tilting back as his entire body tensed. Her fingers explored him, slowly stroking up his length like she was savoring every inch of his cock.

The way she handled him, teasing but confident, made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Mmm~”

Juliana hummed, her eyes full of mischievous delight as she watched his face contort with pleasure.

“Well, well… someone’s happy to see me.”

Artis choked out a laugh between ragged breaths, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him for dear life.

“Y-you think? With those tits in my face and your hand on my cock? I’m fucking ecstatic.”

Juliana giggled, her hand tightening around him as she gave him a slow, deliberate stroke.

“Such a mouth on you… Maybe I should keep you quiet.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Artis shot back, his grin half-feral despite the way his voice wavered under her touch.

“Oh, I’m not threatening you, baby,” he whispered, her lips hovering just above his. “I’m promising.”

Her hand moved faster now, her fingers gliding over his shaft in a rhythm that had his hips jerking up involuntarily to meet her.

Artis groaned again, deep and guttural, his cock throbbing in her palm as she worked him like she’d been doing this to him for years.

“Juliana—fuck—if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last,” he warned, his voice hoarse and strained.

She tutted softly, shaking her head as if scolding a naughty child. “Already? My poor, desperate baby…”

Then, without warning, she leaned down and kissed him—hard. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue slipping into his mouth and stealing what little sanity he had left. Artis kissed her back with everything he had, his hands flying up to grab her waist and pull her closer.

Juliana moaned into his mouth, her hand still wrapped around his cock, pumping him with long, firm strokes. The combined sensation of her lips on his and her hand working him had him teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck… Jul… I’m—”

“Shh, baby,” she whispered against his lips, her eyes glowing with wicked amusement. “Let it all out for Mommy.”

With one final squeeze and a twist of her wrist, Artis’s body went rigid, a strangled groan escaping his throat as he came hard. His vision blurred, fireworks exploding behind his eyes as pleasure crashed over him in waves. Juliana didn’t stop, milking every last drop out of him like it was her personal mission.

When he finally collapsed back onto her lap, his chest heaving and sweat dripping down his forehead, Juliana smirked down at him, looking far too smug for his liking.

“Well, that was adorable,” she teased, brushing a damp lock of hair from his face. “Good boys really are so easy to please.”

Artis let out a breathless laugh, his eyelids fluttering open as he grinned up at her. “You say that like it wasn’t the best handjob of my life.”

Juliana chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Oh, baby… That was just the warm-up. Mommy’s not done with you yet.”

Artis’s eyes widened, his cock twitching in response despite his exhaustion. “Holy fuck…”

Juliana winked, running her fingers gently along his chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t handle a real woman?”

He swallowed hard, a mix of fear and excitement flashing in his eyes. “Oh, I can handle you… Just don’t blame me if you end up begging for mercy.”

Juliana laughed, throwing her head back as she teased him with her fingers.

“Oh, honey… I don’t beg. I make you beg.”

And Artis, looking up at the most beautiful and dangerous woman he’d ever known, couldn’t help but grin like a madman. He was so fucked.

‘What the actual fuck is going on here? Where is small, shy, pure Juliana? Who replaced her with this horny goddess of destruction?’

Artis’s brain was doing somersaults. He could’ve sworn this woman was supposed to be a timid MILF with a “please-don’t-touch-me” vibe. That was the goddamn lore!

‘Wait a fucking minute…’

He thought, his brows furrowing.

‘Has this woman ever been laid in the novel? Or was she just sitting here with pent-up horny energy like a bomb waiting to blow?’

He blinked, replaying the smutty chapters in his mind like a highlight reel. Oh yeah, he remembered exactly when he read the part where Juliana was finally about to get some action. His cock had practically exploded just reading it. Literally and figuratively.

Sure, the story was supposed to lead to her getting NTR’d by none other than our dear youn gmaster, but honestly? Artis had enjoyed that shit because he imagined himself as the guy doing the stealing.

That was the fun part. The bully. The one snatching wives and leaving cuckold tears in his wake. But then… fate fucked him over.

Now? Now he was the poor bastard who was supposed to be NTR’d. Him. In the body of the sad little son no one wanted.

‘Like hell that’s ever gonna happen now!’

Artis’s lip curled into a wicked grin.

He looked up at Juliana, her lips curling into a sultry smile, her massive tits still spilling out like they had a mind of their own. She wasn’t the innocent, “please-save-me” damsel anymore. No, this was the final boss.

And damn it, Artis wasn’t just going to survive this game. He was going to win.

“Seems like just your hand isn’t gonna cut it here, Mommy.”

Artis said, his voice low and teasing as his cock twitched in her grip.

“What’s your next move then?”

Juliana’s lips curled into a feverish smirk, her black eyes practically glowing with mischief.

“Oh, baby…”

She purred, pulling her hand out of his pants slowly, fingers dripping with his sticky, white cum,

“since you were so desperate to drink my nonexistent milk, I’m going to milk you dry instead. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

She held up her cum-coated fingers like a trophy, examining them with a mock-serious expression before bringing them closer to her face.

Her delicate nose flared as she took a slow, deliberate sniff, her eyelids fluttering shut like she was high on his scent.

Artis’s cock throbbed at the sight, and his breath hitched when she opened her eyes again, locking her smoldering gaze onto him.

“Goddamn, you taste sinful.”

She murmured, her tongue darting out to swipe along the tip of her index finger. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating in her throat as she slid the whole finger into her mouth, sucking on it like it was his cock.

Each finger got its turn—thoroughly licked, sucked, and teased with obscene slurping sounds that left her lips shiny and wet.

Trails of saliva connected her fingers to her mouth as she pulled them free, her tongue swirling to clean every last drop.

Artis was stunned—no, shook. This wasn’t just surprising; this was next-level, pants-dropping, jaw-hitting-the-floor what the fuck is happening territory.

For the longest time, he’d been the puppeteer, the one pulling the strings, making women sing to his tune.

But now? Oh, baby, this was new. This wild energy Juliana was exuding had him questioning his life choices and considering writing a will.

He couldn’t help but grin like a cocky bastard as she practically radiated dominance.

“Well, shit, Jul, who knew you had this side in you?”

He teased, his voice low and rough, like he wasn’t two seconds away from getting his ass handed to him—literally.

Juliana’s eyes glinted with mischief as she licked her lips.

“Tasty. Tasty. I want to taste this straight from the source. No gown. No bullshit. Just pure you, baby.”

Artis barely had time to blink before her hands were on him, and her words snapped his cock to full attention like a soldier saluting the flag.

“And what are—ooh! Fuck!”

His question turned into a guttural groan as Juliana, with the precision and ferocity of a lioness on the hunt, flipped the script entirely.

In one swift move, she shoved him off her lap like he was nothing but a sack of horny potatoes and onto the bed.

Before he could even register what was happening, she was on her knees—not in a demure, shy way, but in a you’re-about-to-regret-your-entire-life-decisions way.

Her hands shot to his thighs, spreading his legs wide like she was about to serve him on a silver platter. Artis let out a strangled laugh.

“You are going to forget everything…You are going to regret everything…So let Mommy take care of you like you took care of me.”

With that, Juliana tied her hair behind her and dove straight into her tasty popsicle.