NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Mommy’s special Throat Massage! (2)

Juliana gagged slightly as she struggled to take in the sheer girth of Artis’s nine-inch beast. The thing wasn’t just a cock—it was a fucking challenge.

Veins like tree roots snaked along its length, and the tip looked like it was daring her to keep going. She’d barely managed to swallow a third of it before pulling back for air, her lips shiny and swollen.

“Holy shit, how is this thing even attached to you?”

She muttered, shooting him a glare while stroking his shaft with one hand.

Artis hissed through clenched teeth, his hands tangling in her hair as if holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, Mommy… you’re killing me here.”

Despite his apparent discomfort, Artis was smug as hell on the inside. This was new. Back in his original world, his “average monster” had done the job but never sent women into fits of obsession.

He’d had to learn tricks—hands, tongue, hell, even massages—to keep them coming back. Now? This dual cultivation bullshit had turned him into a fucking god.

‘Shit, this isn’t just a cock.’

He thought, biting back a groan as Juliana licked her lips and dove back in, determination blazing in her eyes.

‘This thing’s a damn passport. If it weren’t for those annoying-ass heroines being impossible to crack, I’d already be swimming in pussy by now.’

Juliana pulled off with a wet pop, panting slightly but refusing to back down.

“You’re awfully quiet up there. Should I be flattered or pissed that you’re thinking while I’m choking on your fucking log?”

“Just… appreciating the effort.”

Artis said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably as her nails scraped lightly along his inner thigh.

He shook his head, grinning like a bastard as he looked down at the absolute mess in front of him as she once again dove in.

She was putting in work—her eyes were red and watery, tears streaking her flushed cheeks while saliva dripped down her chin, bubbling and pooling around her lips like she was auditioning for the role of “Cock Enthusiast of the Year.”

Her determination was both hilarious and impressive. She was struggling to deepthroat his monster, but fuck if it didn’t feel like heaven.

‘So tight, so fucking warm… it’s like sticking my dick in a goddamn furnace.’

He thought with a smug grin, leaning back as her throat spasmed around him.

Artis’s cock twitched, not just from the physical sensation but from the sheer ego boost. He knew—knew—that he’d just secured his place at the top of the sect’s unofficial leaderboard.

No other guy in the sect could claim to have a milf practically worshipping their cock like this.

‘I would’ve fucked this milf ages ago.’

He mused, biting back a groan as she gagged again, sending vibrations straight to his core.

‘But that fucking scripture…’

It wasn’t just about raw lust anymore. Sure, he was still a horny bastard at heart, but picking up that damn dual cultivation scripture had flipped his whole perspective on sex. Apparently, it wasn’t just about dicking women down—it was an art form.

The early chapters had hit him with revelations he never thought he’d care about: a technique to harness every single drop of yin and yang energy during intercourse.

If he did it right, his cultivation base could get a boost of up to 150%.

‘Why settle for just busting nuts when I can weaponize my orgasms?’

He thought smugly, glancing down at the milf as she took another shaky breath, her lips still wrapped around his cock.

‘Man, she’s making it so fucking hard to resist… fuck, I should wait a little longer.’

Artis thought, wiping the nonexistent tears of self-restraint from his face.

Every instinct screamed at him to stop being a gentleman, grab this succulent milf, and pound her into next week without a shred of mercy.

But alas, the dual cultivation scripture demanded patience—damn its wisdom.

“Ahhh… fuck… you’re doing amazing, Mommy,” he groaned, throwing his head back theatrically. “But I gotta feel that wet, slutty mouth all the way down to my base.”

Juliana’s gaze locked onto his flushed face, her expression a mix of defiance and desperation. She looked like a woman wrestling with an Olympic-sized challenge—and losing.

Slowly, she slid her mouth off his cock, and it left her lips with an audible pop, glistening with saliva like it was auditioning for a porn awards show.

“It’s just… too fucking big to fit in my mouth!”

She gasped, panting as if she’d just run a marathon. Her cheeks were red, her lips swollen, and Artis couldn’t help but admire her effort. She looked wrecked, but in the best way possible.

Artis chuckled, shaking his head like a benevolent king.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. You’re doing great. It’s not like I’m not enjoying the show.”

Oh, he was enjoying it all right. He had the hottest milf ever slobbering over his cock like her life depended on it. If there was ever a moment to thank the gods—or the author of this ridiculous universe—this was it.

‘Fuck me, I really hit the jackpot.’

“Guess there’s still something you haven’t learned yet, huh?”

Artis said with a smirk that could melt steel. He leaned forward, brushing a strand of her loose hair behind her ear with the finesse of a man who knew exactly how to ruin her.

Then, with a gentle but firm grip, he cupped the back of her head and guided her down, his cock grazing her cheek like it owned the place.

“Start here,” he instructed, pointing her straight toward his heavy, throbbing balls. “Suck on them. And don’t forget the balls. That’s your second task.”

Juliana blinked up at him, her cheeks already flushed crimson.

“I’ve never…”

“First time for everything, sweetheart. Just trust me.”

His grin widened, the kind that said, You’re gonna thank me for this later.

She sighed heavily, the kind of sigh you let out before committing to something both terrifying and life-altering.

Her lips pressed softly against one of his balls, her hot breath making his skin prickle. Then, slowly, her tongue darted out, giving him an experimental lick that had his knees buckling.

“Oh fuck… that’s it,” Artis groaned, his head lolling back. “You’ve got this. Be a good girl and don’t stop.”

Juliana, her face now glowing with determination (and sheer stubbornness), parted her lips and sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

The sensation sent shockwaves straight through his body, his hands instinctively gripping her hair.

She worked her way up to both, her tongue swirling while her hand jerked his cock, saliva dripping messily onto the floor.

“Holy shit… this is—fuck—it’s amazing,” he stammered, barely holding himself together.

And then there it was: his cock resting lazily on her flushed, gorgeous face, the sheer length of it dwarfing her features in a way that made Artis feel like he’d won life itself.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes half-lidded and full of lust as she gazed up at him, moaning softly.

“Mmmmh…”

Juliana moaned around him, her eyes rolling back like she was on the verge of seeing God—or maybe just the stars.

She was lost in it now, and so was he. Because, let’s face it: there wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t want to frame this moment and hang it on the wall.

“The idea isn’t to cram the whole damn shaft in at once, Jul. You’ve got to let it glide down your throat—like a good little whore.”

Artis said with a smirk that dripped with dominance. His cock twitched as he watched her wide-eyed expression, equal parts nervous and intrigued.

“H-how…can…I…even…do…that?”

She stammered, her lips trembling, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

“Let me show you.”

His voice dropped an octave, deep and husky, like a devil whispering forbidden secrets. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. It was like he had become an entirely different person—dangerous, commanding, and ridiculously hot.

Standing up from the bed, his cock swaying with authority, he grabbed her face with both hands, tilting her head back just enough to make her feel small and submissive.

“Open your mouth.”

Juliana hesitated for a second, swallowing hard, before parting her lips obediently.

“Good girl.”

He murmured, his thumbs caressing her flushed cheeks.

“Now, rest your tongue on the bottom of your mouth and let the shaft slide in naturally. Don’t fight it. There’s gonna be gagging—fuck, there’s always gagging—but you’ve got to endure it. Once you’ve got the base in, relax your throat. Let it in deeper. Push yourself. It won’t be easy, but you need to try.”

Juliana’s wide eyes locked onto his, her breath shallow. His instructions sounded like a goddamn boot camp for sinful acts, and yet, something about the way he spoke made her want to rise to the challenge—or, in this case, sink to it.

She nodded, her throat already tightening at the thought, but her hands steadied herself on his thighs as she prepared for the inevitable.

She was about to face the final boss of blowjobs, and there was no turning back now.