NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Losing his mind!

Lui’s jaw hit the metaphorical floor.

On the bed, there was Artis, all naked glory and rippling muscles, looking like he’d just stepped out of a steamy erotic novel titled “Conquered by the Hero.” But that wasn’t the kicker.

No, the kicker was the person kneeling in front of him, head covered with a sheet like some depraved ghost playing hide-and-seek with Artis’s cock.

Lui’s brain short-circuited. He didn’t need a degree in “What-the-Fuckery” to know exactly what was happening.

Below the sheet, the mysterious lady was very much not wearing any clothes.

Her ass—round, plump, and jiggling with every enthusiastic movement—was on full display, like an award-winning peach at a county fair.

For a split second, Lui’s traitorous mind wandered. Why the hell doesn’t my wife have an ass like that? It’s like it was sculpted by the gods themselves… or at least a really horny one.

His throat went dry as he stood frozen in the doorway, the sheer absurdity of the situation hitting him like a sack of bricks.

What kind of high-paid prostitute does a guy like Artis have lying around?! And why the fuck am I getting hard watching this?!

The room was a symphony of heavy breathing and wet, slurping sounds that made Lui’s ears burn and his pants even tighter.

He tried to look away, but it was like trying not to stare at a car crash involving a clown car and a runaway circus elephant. Impossible.

“What? Never had your cock sucked before, huh?”

Artis smirked, raising a brow as he leaned back casually, his hands resting behind his head like he wasn’t getting the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

Lui stood frozen, his eyes wide as saucers, jaw practically on the floor. He looked like a virgin boy who’d accidentally stumbled into the wrong room—and, well, he probably had.

His gaze flicked to the side, desperately trying to avoid looking directly at the action, but the bounce of the woman’s ass cheeks in his peripheral vision wasn’t doing him any favors.

“N-no… I… I…”

Lui stammered, his voice cracking like he was back in puberty.

Artis rolled his eyes.

“Spit it out, old man. Or do I need to teach you how to use your mouth too?”

His tone had shifted into something cocky, almost unrecognizable—this wasn’t the nice guy Lui thought he knew. This was a whole different beast.

Lui’s eyes darted to the floor, but no matter where he looked, it was like Artis’s smugness and the lady’s enthusiastic gawk-gawk 3000 were pulling him right back in.

“What the fuck do you want now? Let me guess—you’re in debt again? Someone’s chasing your sorry ass? Or you just wandered in here to ruin my vibe?”

Artis’s voice boomed, dripping with irritation.

“I… uh…”

Lui tried again, but the words wouldn’t come.

The only thing filling the silence was the wet, obscene slurping sounds coming from the woman, who hadn’t stopped for a second. She moaned around Artis’s cock, spit dripping down her chin as she worked him over like a damn pro.

“Seriously, Lui,” Artis pressed, barely holding back a groan as the woman hollowed her cheeks. “Whatever you’ve got to say better be good, because clearly, I’m a little busy right now.”

“I… I just…”

Lui’s voice cracked again as his gaze betrayed him, flicking back to the lady’s for just a second too long. His face flushed crimson, and he looked like he was about two seconds from bolting—or combusting.

“Spit it the fuck out, old man!”

Artis barked, his tone sharper than the edge of the knife Lui probably needed to cut his nerves right now.

“I-it’s m-my health… I n-need alcohol… I feel like I’m d-dying!”

Lui stammered, looking like he’d just seen a ghost.

Artis groaned, rubbing his temples like he was dealing with the world’s most irritating toddler.

“Losing it? No shit, Lui. You’re a goddamn fossil who’s been chugging booze for decades without a break. Of course, your body’s revolting now that you’ve cut it off. You’re probably hallucinating. Hell, for all I know, you’re not even here. Are you, Lui? Or are you just some drunk ghost haunting my ass?”

The old man’s jaw dropped, his eyes going comically wide. He couldn’t believe it—Artis had just called him Lui. His name. Like they were on a first-name basis or something. This cocky bastard.

“Dad! DAD! DAD!”

A sudden voice pierced Lui’s swirling thoughts.

He blinked rapidly, jolting as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.

“What happened? You just stood there for five whole minutes. Are you hallucinating?”

Artis asked, his voice dripping with faux concern, even as he nonchalantly pushed the woman’s head further down his throbbing cock like he was adjusting a loose screw.

Lui blinked, his face contorting with a mix of terror and confusion.

‘F-f-f-five minutes? FIVE MINUTES?! Did I just zone out? Did that actually fucking happen?’

His mind was spinning faster than a drunk rooster on a merry-go-round.

‘Dad?! Did he just call me Dad? Wait—no, earlier he called me Lui. What the actual fuck is happening?!’

His shaky knees nearly gave out as his heart pounded like a drummer on speed.

Was he losing his mind? Was this it? The beginning of his descent into full-blown lunacy? He clutched his head, shaking it violently as if he could rattle his sanity back into place.

Meanwhile, Artis was fighting to keep a straight face, his lips curling into a sly, devilish grin. The poor old man was unraveling faster than a cheap sweater in a cat fight, and Artis wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

Did five minutes really pass? Who the fuck knows? Artis sure as hell wasn’t going to confirm or deny it.

Watching Lui question his entire existence while this special woman’s spit-slick face worked tirelessly between his thighs was just too damn entertaining.

“Stupid bitch whining like a kid…”

The words sliced through Lui’s already fragile mind like a hot knife through butter. His eyes darted to Artis, who stood there, face painted with a look of fake concern, but the tone was all wrong.

“Dad, are you alright?”

Artis asked again, his voice soft and syrupy, but that grin—oh, that fucking grin—spoke volumes.

‘What the actual fuck?! Was that Artis? No, no, it couldn’t be…but who the fuck else is here? Am I losing my goddamn mind?!’

Lui’s thoughts spiraled, his body trembling as sweat poured down his face like a waterfall.

“I-I-I…I don’t think…I’m alright…”

Lui stammered, his voice quaking as his eyes darted around the room, half-expecting a shadowy figure to pop out of the corner and start laughing at him.

“Dad, are you hallucinating?”

Artis asked again, this time standing up from the bed with the grace of a predator who just caught the scent of wounded prey.

“I—I don’t know…I don’t fucking know! Help me, son. Help me…please, I’m begging you!”

Lui was full-on panicking now, clutching at his thinning hair like he was trying to yank his sanity back into place.

Artis sighed dramatically, like a parent dealing with a particularly stupid child.

“I have a solution, Dad, to check if you’re hallucinating or not. Look here.”

His tone was calm, his posture commanding, and Lui, desperate for any semblance of clarity, obediently turned his eyes to Artis.

“Alright, Dad, we’re gonna settle this once and for all.”

Artis said, his voice laced with mock seriousness, though his lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh.

“I’m gonna pull this cloth off the woman’s face, and if it’s someone you don’t recognize, congrats—you’re just paranoid. But if it’s someone you know…” He paused dramatically, locking eyes with Lui. “Then, well… sorry, Pops, you’ve officially lost your goddamn mind.”

Artis’s faux-somber tone was almost convincing, but the glint in his eyes gave away the amusement he was barely containing.

Lui, on the other hand, looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss.

He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking nervously to the woman who was still enthusiastically worshipping Artis’s cock like it was the holy grail. Her focus hadn’t wavered for a second, as if the existential crisis happening in the room didn’t concern her in the slightest.

“I have to know,” Lui muttered, sweat dripping down his temples. He looked back at Artis with trembling determination. “Do it. I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? No takebacks, Dad. This might ruin you.”

Artis teased, as he gestured toward the cloth.

“Just do it!”

Lui barked, though his voice cracked halfway through, betraying his lack of confidence.

Artis sighed dramatically, as if burdened by the weight of this moment.

“Alright then,” he said, gripping the edge of the cloth like he was about to reveal the winner of a game show. “Brace yourself, old man.”

With a flourish, he yanked the cloth away, and Lui’s world shattered into a million tiny pieces.

“NO! NO FUCKING WAY!”

Lui’s eyes bulged, his jaw hit the floor, and his entire body froze like someone had hit the pause button on his life.

“I-I-I’m going crazy! I’m losing my fucking mind!”

He stumbled backward, grabbing at his head as if trying to physically hold his sanity together. Then, with all the grace of a collapsing Jenga tower, he slumped to the ground in a heap, muttering incoherently to himself.