NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Meeting Unexpectidely

“Ah, junior brother, good day to you.”

Chirped a young disciple who looked like he’d just walked out of a sect recruitment poster—robe pristine, hair glossier than an oil spill, and a bow so deep it screamed, I’m plotting something.

Artis returned the bow quickly, his polite smile barely hiding his unease.

“Yes, good day to you…”

He nodded and made his exit like a man avoiding a sales pitch for pyramid schemes.

‘Wait a damn minute.’

Artis thought as he rounded the corner.

‘Why is that kid, who’s technically in a higher position than me, bowing like I’m the patriarch’s golden boy?’

Alarm bells started ringing in his head, though he quickly silenced them with a mental groan.

‘Great, just what I needed—a bad feeling to go with my bad reputation.’

Despite his good terms with the patriarch and his family, Artis knew his position was… precarious. Living in the outer court wasn’t just his preference—it was his survival strategy.

‘Better to be the big fish in the kiddie pool than get roasted alive in the shark tank of the inner court.’

Besides, his cultivation base was a joke, and his potential? Let’s just say even the sect’s cleaning manual had better prospects.

If the young master tried to pull strings to get him promoted, Pliney, would shut it down faster than a brothel raid.

‘No way that old fart would let me skip the ranks. He’d probably lecture the patriarch about fairness, integrity, and how I’d piss off every disciple from both courts if I leapfrogged them.’

Still, the kid’s behavior bugged him.

‘What’s his angle? Trying to butter me up? Spying for someone? Or maybe…he’s just trying not to laugh at my face?’

Artis shook his head and kept walking.

‘Times are changing, old man Pliney.’

Artis thought with a smirk that could have melted a nun’s resolve.

‘After I plow through those walking wet dreams, I’m coming straight for this palace. Sweet, sweet Matriarch, you won’t know what hit you… He he he.’

He stepped into the inner room like a man on a mission but froze mid-stride, his cocky swagger replaced by the wide-eyed stare of someone who’d just been hit by divine cleavage intervention.

His eyes locked onto the Matriarch, who stood there, draped in a red robe so tight it looked like it was holding on for dear life.

The black stripes on the hem were barely noticeable next to the twin mountains threatening to spill out from her chest.

Then came the giggle—soft, teasing, and enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“Oh, Artis, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

Her voice was smooth and sultry, like honey laced with venom.

Artis snapped out of his daze and dropped to his knees faster than a gambler losing everything on a bad bet.

“Greetings, Matriarch!”

He blurted, bowing so low he could practically kiss the floor.

The Matriarch tilted her head, her crimson lips curving into a knowing smile.

“Tell me, why did you stop in your tracks like that?” she asked, her tone carrying the faintest edge of amusement.

He glanced up cautiously, his eyes briefly betraying the war between reverence and pure lust.

“Matriarch, please forgive me. Your beauty… it stunned me.”

The Matriarch let out a soft laugh, the kind that could make a grown man feel like both prey and plaything.

She placed her hands behind her back, which only served to push her breasts forward in a way that could have derailed a monk’s meditation.

“Fu fu fu~ Should I tell my husband that you’re flirting with his wife?”

Her smirk widened as she watched Artis squirm. He swallowed hard, his mind racing for a response that wouldn’t get him castrated—or worse.

But even as panic flared, a treacherous voice in the back of his head whispered, Worth it.

“Please forgive my impudence, Matriarch. My mouth runs faster than my brain.”

Artis said, bowing so low he could’ve licked the polished floor.

“This junior will do whatever it takes to repent for his mistake.”

The Matriarch chuckled, her laughter as smooth as silk but with an edge sharp enough to flay him alive.

“Ha ha ha… Relax, junior apprentice. I was only teasing. You shouldn’t be so uptight talking to me. After all, you saved my dignity once, didn’t you? Didn’t you? It was you…”

Artis froze, feeling the weight of her words like a guillotine over his neck. He swallowed hard, his mind screaming,

‘Shit! Shit! She knows! She fucking knows!’

“…who caught the pervert peeping at me, right?”

She leaned in closer, her robe slipping just enough to make him question every life decision that had brought him here.

“And you gouged out his eyes since he saw my body. Such a noble act. Tell me, junior… Should we make this punishment standard for all perverts who dare to peep at women?”

Gulp.

His throat betrayed him with a loud, awkward swallow. His face was a cocktail of terror and guilt as she smiled at him with a knowing glint in her eyes.

Her tone was playful, but the way she wielded her words felt like she was wrapping a noose around his neck—and tightening it.

‘She knows.’

Sweat dripped down his back as his mind scrambled for an escape.

‘What do I do? Play innocent? Beg for mercy? Fake a heart attack?’

His heartbeat raced like a stallion in heat until an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. It wasn’t brilliant, but it was all he had.

‘Wait… if she knew it was me, I’d already be six feet under.. Since I’m still here, does that mean… hmm… let’s test the waters.’

Artis straightened slightly, trying to look both repentant and cheeky.

“Yes, Matriarch, anyone who peeps at a woman without her consent deserves punishment. But… what about a woman who willingly entertains the pervert? Shouldn’t she face consequences too?”

He risked a glance upward, locking onto her face—beautiful and smug, a mix of teasing amusement and intrigue.

Her expression shifted like a dramatic play: teasing to amused, and then back to a devilish smile that made his cock twitch in fear and excitement. Dangerous woman alert.

From his kneeling position, he couldn’t help but notice her robe’s outrageous split that revealed a leg so flawless it could’ve been sculpted by a horny god.

Her thighs, creamy and begging to be bitten, were right there, tantalizingly close.

And above them? Those glorious, barely-contained tits that looked one sudden move away from making a glorious jailbreak.

“Ahem~ I’m not sure…”

She replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence as her fingers traced her lips.

“Why don’t you enlighten me, young junior? What should happen to a woman who willingly lets a pervert ogle her?”

Artis swallowed hard, his brain spinning like a drunk trying to dance.

“Well, uh… maybe she should… be punished… by her pervert.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he realized how bold they sounded. But instead of outrage, the Matriarch’s eyes glimmered with a mix of wickedness and… was that curiosity?

‘It’s working.’

Artis thought, his confidence growing.

‘This isn’t a power game. This is a dance. And I’m about to cha-cha my way into something glorious… or fatal.’

“Hahahahaha!”

The Matriarch’s laugh echoed through the room…

“That’s a good one, Junior apprentice. But tell me, what would a pervert really do to a woman like that? What would you do, if—of course, purely hypothetically—you were a pervert, which I know, obviously, you’re not.”

Artis’s mind raced like a drunken horse on ice.

‘Oh fuck, she’s baiting me. What am I supposed to say? That I’d pin her down and plough her like I’m tilling a damn field? No, gotta play this smart… but not too smart.’

He cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze as though it might set him on fire.

“Well, uh… it kinda depends on the woman, doesn’t it? If the woman’s, you know, kind and timid, then, uh… maybe let her take the reins? You know, slow, gentle, the whole let’s-fall-in-love-first bullshit. But…”

He hesitated, stealing a glance at her.

Her lips parted slightly, a teasing smirk threatening to spill into something more. Her cheeks were a lovely rosy hue, and her green eyes sparkled with both challenge and curiosity.

She looked like temptation personified, wrapped in a robe that was more scandal than clothing.

“But… what will you do?”

She prompted, her tone dropping into something more sultry. Her smile faded slightly, her luscious lips now pressed together in an almost pout.

Despite her composure, the flush in her cheeks betrayed her, like a queen caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

It was a do or die for Artis. Something he has to think this through. Something that he barely does now a days since the bimbos in his house are now a plaything for him.

What would he do? Will he risk it or…