NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Mommy’s special Throat Massage!

Her hands clamped onto his thighs with the grip of a woman on a mission, spreading them wide like she was about to unveil the holy grail of all meals. Her eyes locked onto his bulge like it was a goddamn prize trophy.

Artis couldn’t help but chuckle, his cock twitching like it was trying to wave at her.

“Mommy, what the fuck are you—?”

She cut him off with a smirk so devilish it could turn saints into sinners.

“You’re gonna forget everything, Artis. And you’re gonna regret nothing. Now, shut the fuck up and let Mommy do what Mommy does best.”

With the flair of someone about to perform a grand finale, she reached behind her head and tied her hair into a loose ponytail. It wasn’t just any ponytail—it was the fuck-you-ready-for-this kind.

Her boobs jiggled like they were auditioning for a wet dream, and the faint sheen of sweat on her skin glistened in the dim light, making her look like some X-rated goddess of war.

Her armpits, for reasons Artis didn’t understand but somehow couldn’t ignore, had their own damn allure, as if even they were inviting him to sin.

‘Holy fuck.’

His mind was spiraling. His cock? Harder than a sword ready for battle. His brain? Fully checked out.

This was no ordinary fever dream—this was the kind of lucid dream that made you not want to wake up.

Why take control when the chaos unfolding was better than anything his horny imagination could’ve cooked up?

Then, with zero hesitation and the confidence of someone who had just been dared to wrestle a lion, Juliana yanked apart his robe.

What popped out was nothing short of a masterpiece—a beast standing tall and proud like it had been knighted by some horny god of lust.

“Holy fucking shit…”

Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her eyes glued to the monster in front of her.

Sure, she had felt it before—oh, she felt it—but seeing it up close? That was an entirely different ballgame.

It was like looking at a skyscraper and realizing you had to climb it barefoot.

The girth alone made her gulp so hard her throat bobbed visibly. And those veins? They looked like roadmaps to ruin.

This wasn’t just a cock—it was a weapon, a life-altering entity that had no business being attached to a human body.

“You like what you see, huh?”

Artis teased, his smug grin stretching from ear to ear. He had the audacity to chuckle, like he wasn’t out here armed with a battering ram.

“Heh, look at you, Miss Big Boss a minute ago. What happened? Cat got your tongue—or is it something else?”

Juliana’s hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers wrapping gingerly around his thick shaft like she was handling a priceless artifact—or a ticking time bomb.

Her super dom energy evaporated the second her fingers grazed that heavy, throbbing beast.

With a deliberate motion, she tilted it upright, the sheer weight of it resting heavily in her palm.

She stared at it, her lips parting like she was about to say something profound—but nope, not a single word came out. Her brain had officially checked out.

‘What the actual fuck is this thing?! Is this even normal? Does he have some kind of rare cock mutation? Who the hell are his parents, and what kind of cursed genes did they pass down?!’

Juliana was in awe, pure, unfiltered awe. She had seen her fair share of dicks—okay, maybe not a lot, but enough to know this was in a whole other league.

It wasn’t a cock; it was a goddamn phenomenon. But she wasn’t about to let it win. Nope, not today.

She was already in the lion’s den, so she might as well wrestle the beast.

Then, in a move so bold it made Artis’s stomach do somersaults, she leaned in, her face dangerously close to his cock.

Her hot breath tickled the sensitive skin, making it twitch like it had a mind of its own. And then, to his utter shock, she sniffed it.

Like, really sniffed it.

She started at his balls, dragging her nose up the length of his shaft like she was inspecting some rare artifact, pausing just beneath the thick, swollen head.

“F-fuck, Juliana! What the hell are you—”

“Shut up,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that could have melted steel. “I’m getting the full experience.”

Her nose lingered at the base, right above his balls, as she took the longest, most dramatic inhale known to mankind, complete with exaggerated sniffing noises.

It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t sexy. It was loud, shameless, and absolutely fucking ridiculous.

“Hmm, musky, bold… and oh, a tantalizing hint of sweat. Fucking delicious.”

Juliana grinned up at him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips like she’d just sampled some gourmet cuisine.

“You’re like a five-star fucking buffet down here. I don’t even know where to start.”

Artis groaned, his head thudding back against the bedpost.

“You’re absolutely insane.”

“And your cock loves it,” she shot back, giving the shaft a playful squeeze that made him jolt. “Admit it, Artis, you’ve never had this kind of VIP service before.”

Before he could retort, her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring her favorite dessert.

The slick warmth of her tongue combined with her teasing pace had him biting back a string of curses. Her lips curled into a devilish smile when she felt his thighs tense beneath her hands.

“Mmm, tastes even better than it smells.”

“Mommy, you’re fucking killing me,” he growled, his voice a raw mix of frustration and unbearable need.

“Good,” she whispered with a wink, her hand gripping his shaft tighter as her lips moved closer again. “Because I’m only just getting started.”

Her tongue flicked up the thick underside of his cock in playful little swipes, her movements agonizingly slow.

Each pass sent a shiver through him, his legs twitching like they were short-circuiting.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Where did she even learn this from? Fuck!’

Then she paused just beneath the swollen tip, her lips hovering there, letting him feel her hot breath tease the sensitive skin.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and there it was—that look. Mischievous, unapologetic, and smug as fuck, like a cat perched on the edge of a counter about to shove the most expensive vase onto the floor.

“Mommy, I swear to fuck, if you don’t—”

She cut him off by licking the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip, her tongue swirling around like she was savoring a gourmet cocktail.

He groaned as Juliana’s soft, wet lips finally closed around his swollen tip, her tongue swirling in devious little circles that made his toes curl.

His cock twitched in her mouth, betraying him completely, and she fucking laughed around him—laughed—the vibrations sending shockwaves straight to his soul.

‘Holy fuck, what the hell have I unleashed?’

Artis thought, his fists clutching the bed sheets like they were the only things tethering him to sanity.

‘Damn, this is better than I thought! To think getting teased is also fun was something I didn’t thought before…but goddamn!’

Juliana, meanwhile, was putting on the performance of a lifetime.

Her head bobbed up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm, savoring every inch like she’d discovered a sacred relic.

The weight of him in her mouth had her both impressed and insulted.

‘Damn, this cock’s not a dick—it’s a battering ram. How the fuck does he even walk around with this thing? It’s a public hazard. A biological weapon.’

She thought.

‘Hell, he should be registered under some dangerous goods act. But, ugh, I guess I owe him some world-class head for all the shit he’s done for me.’

Her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowing as she slid down further, her tongue tracing every bulging vein like she was memorizing a map.

Artis let out a guttural moan that sounded like he was dying and ascending to heaven at the same time. His hips jerked, but she dug her nails into his thighs to keep him still.

“Nuh-uh, big guy,” she mumbled, pulling off with a loud pop and giving his shaft a playful slap. “I’m in charge now. Don’t you dare fucking move unless you want me to stop.”

“Mommy, I swear to—fuck—if you stop, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Cry? Beg?”

She teased, her hand gliding up his slick shaft, squeezing just enough to make him gasp.

“Don’t worry, baby. I will not end this before making this monster practically useless.”

Before he could respond, her mouth was back on him, taking him deeper this time, her throat constricting slightly as she pushed her limits. His vision blurred, stars popping behind his eyes.

“Shit, Mommy… you’re gonna kill me.”

“That’s the plan.”

She said smugly, her mouth curving into a devilish grin even as she worked him over. She wasn’t just giving him a blowjob—she was fucking conquering him.