NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Truth or Dare!

“What it means is, you’ll have to do anything I or anyone dares you to do, Lui. No exceptions, no complaints, no excuses.”

Artis declared, his grin widening like a wolf eyeing a cornered rabbit.

“Same goes for questions—you’ll answer everything. No dodging, no half-truths. Full disclosure, no matter how fucked up or embarrassing.”

Lui’s breathing turned erratic, like a deer caught in headlights. His brain screamed at him to run, but his feet stayed glued to the floor.

“So…”

Artis continued, leaning back casually like he wasn’t holding the man’s entire dignity hostage.

“If I dared Mommy to dance, she’d have to dance. If I told her to strip, she’d strip. And if I told her to kiss me…”

He let the words hang, his eyes flicking between Juliana and Lui, savoring the tension like a perfectly aged whiskey.

“Well, then she’d have to fucking kiss me. No questions asked.”

Lui’s eyes darted to Juliana, who looked far too calm for his liking.

“And the same goes for you.”

Artis added, pointing a finger that felt more like a dagger.

“If I ask about your past, you’ll spill everything. Every sordid little detail. No skipping, no glossing over. Just straight-up verbal diarrhea.”

Lui’s mouth opened to protest, but Artis cut him off with a wicked smirk.

“And if I ask about how you two were in bed? Oh yeah, you’ll tell me all of it. Positions, noises, how long you lasted—you’ll paint me a fucking picture.”

Juliana’s lips twitched into a sly grin, clearly enjoying the growing panic on Lui’s face. He was mentally clutching at straws, searching for an escape route, when Artis dropped the kicker.

“Of course, if you don’t feel like answering or doing the dare, you can always just drink a nice, big glass of alcohol and keep the game going.”

Lui’s eyes widened, and for a moment, it was as if the universe had handed him a golden ticket.

Drink alcohol without answering dumb questions or doing dares? Hell yeah, he was in. This was the kind of game he could actually win. Or so he thought.

“However…”

Artis’s voice sliced through his smug inner monologue like a butcher through cheap meat.

“However, you can only choose to drink once before you’re forced to either spill a truth or take a dare. After that, you can drink again. But the cycle repeats.”

“W-wait, isn’t that unfair?” Lui sputtered, his voice breaking like a teenager caught watching porn at full volume.

Artis cocked an eyebrow, his smirk curling into something downright devilish.

“Unfair? Nah, Lui, it’s perfectly fair. If you don’t like the rules, you can always walk away.”

Artis paused, letting the tension hang like a stripper mid-pole spin, before his gaze drifted oh-so-obviously toward Juliana. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate, as if her curves were a buffet, and he’d been starving for days.

“Of course,” Artis added, “if you do walk away, me and Mommy might… well… let’s just say we’ll find other ways to pass the time.”

The suggestion hit Lui like a sucker punch, and his brain immediately started running laps trying to decipher the what ifs. His face flushed bright red, but it wasn’t rage—nope, not even close.

‘What the fuck does that mean? Other ways? What are they gonna do?’

The questions swirled, turning his internal temperature up to a boil.

Meanwhile, Juliana was blushing so hard she looked like she might combust on the spot. She stared down at her lap, fidgeting like she was about to confess to cheating on a test.

“Like… what?”

Lui asked, his voice dripping with desperation.

“Like, we might just forget about this game and do something more fun.”

Artis purred, leaning in closer to Juliana like a wolf eyeing a particularly juicy lamb. His fingers brushed her cheek with the kind of practiced ease that screamed I’ve done this before, and it worked.

Juliana’s face turned a shade of red usually reserved for warning signs and fire trucks, but she didn’t pull away.

If anything, she froze in place, the way a deer might when it knows it’s about to become someone’s dinner.

Meanwhile, Lui’s eyes practically popped out of his skull, cartoon-style. His heart was racing so fast it probably shaved a good five years off his life expectancy. But what the hell could he do?

The poor bastard looked down at his twiggy arms, barely thicker than a broom handle, and felt a sinking realization:

‘I’m fucking useless.’

Artis, on the other hand, was a walking muscle billboard.

The guy could probably bench press Lui and the table they were sitting at without breaking a sweat. And to top it off, he had that cocky smirk—the kind that said, I know I’m hot, and your wife does too.

Lui’s fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms. He watched helplessly as Juliana giggled like a schoolgirl being teased by her crush, her eyes darting nervously but not rejecting Artis’s advances.

Inside, Lui was screaming:

‘Why the fuck is this happening to me? How did I lose control of this situation so fast?’

“So, Lui, what’s it gonna be? Leave or play?”

Artis asked, leaning back like a smug bastard who already knew the answer.

“Play…”

Lui croaked, his voice barely audible over the pounding in his chest. His choice was made. He was going to play. Even if it killed him—and honestly, with Artis’s unsettling grin, that wasn’t off the table.

“Good choice, Lui. Excellent choice.” Artis smirked, grabbing an empty bottle from the table. “Let’s start the game.”

The bottle hit the table with a clink, and Artis gave it a dramatic spin. Both Lui and Juliana locked their eyes on it like it held the meaning of life.

The house was dead silent except for the soft, hypnotic sound of glass spinning against wood.

It wasn’t just three pairs of eyes glued to that bottle, though. Outside, a fourth pair of emerald eyes peeked through the window, watching the scene unfold with way too much interest.

Finally, the bottle slowed, its spinning becoming lazy and sluggish until it came to an ominous halt—its mouth pointed directly at Lui, and the flat end at Artis.

Lui froze. His throat went dry. His balls practically retreated into his body as he slowly looked up to meet Artis’s gaze.

And there it was—that goddamn smile. A grin so menacing, so fucking predatory, it sent shivers down Lui’s spine and made his asshole clench involuntarily.

Artis looked like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse and was deciding whether to play nice or start ripping limbs off.

“Ah, excellent! Right, Mommy?”

He said, flashing that devil-may-care grin as Juliana clapped her hands like a kid hyped up on sugar. Her excitement was almost infectious—almost.

“Yes, yes, indeed excellent! Come on, husband, is it dare or truth?”

Juliana asked, her boobs bouncing slightly with every word as she practically glowed with enthusiasm.

Lui, on the other hand, looked like a man who’d just been told his favorite bar was permanently closed. His eyes screamed betrayal as he stared at Juliana, a thousand “how could yous” hidden behind that tortured gulp of his.

‘Okay, okay, think, Lui. Truth is safer. I can survive truth. Dare? Hell no. Artis will have me barking like a dog naked in the yard or some shit.’

He thought, already sweating like a sinner in church.

“T-truth… I pick truth…”

He stammered, his voice wobbling worse than his knees. He braced himself for the inevitable humiliation. Knowing Artis, this question was going to be as fucked-up as his grin.

Artis leaned back, rubbing his chin like a villain monologuing in a bad porno. Then he asked it—the question that shattered whatever dignity Lui had left.

“What’s your penis size?”

“?!”

Lui froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“…Oh?”

Juliana gasped, her face suddenly turning fifty shades of red as she glanced anywhere but at her husband’s crotch.

Artis just sat there, smirking like a cat who’d found the cream.

“Hehehe…”

His mocking laughter filled the room like the cherry on top of this chaotic sundae.

Lui, utterly mortified, stared at the floor, his soul visibly leaving his body.

‘I fucking knew it…’

He thought bitterly, grabbing the bottle of alcohol like it was his only lifeline. Without hesitation, he poured a full glass, tipped it back, and slammed it down like a man trying to drink away his regrets.

“Ah, smart move, Lui. Gotta numb the pain, huh? Not everyone’s been blessed by the gods below the belt.”

Artis quipped, his smug tone sharp enough to cut steel.

The comment hit Lui right in his manhood, his eye twitching in annoyance.

“It’s more than you can comprehend, Artis.”

But just as he started feeling good about his comeback, Juliana’s soft, suppressed chuckle shattered his fragile pride.

“Right…”

She said, failing to stifle her laugh, and Lui’s ego crumbled like a house of cards.

Artis smirked wider, clearly enjoying himself way too much. Picking up the empty bottle again, he spun it dramatically.

This time, the nose pointed at Juliana, while the flat end aimed squarely at himself.

Juliana smiled sweetly, seemingly unfazed.

“Oh, truth for me.”

She said innocently, as if this wasn’t a den of degeneracy.

Lui tensed, his mind racing with dread.

He just knew Artis was going to ask something wild, probably involving her boobs, her ass, or some insane dare that would leave him questioning every life choice he’d ever made.

But then Artis turned to him with a look so sinister it made Lui choke on his own damn spit.

“Tell me, Mommy…” Artis said, dragging out the moment with a wicked grin. “What’s Lui’s penis size?”