NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Husband’s Dare of Forbidden Kiss!

Artis raised a hand and tapped his lips with a deliberate slowness that could’ve made a nun reconsider her vows.

“Kiss me…”

Hearing the words, Lui’s pants strained harder than a college student’s budget. His heart pounded like a drum solo at a rock concert.

‘My wife… kissing a hot young guy? Fuck, this is hotter than I expected.’

The thought alone was sparking all kinds of “creative ideas” in his overactive imagination.

But Juliana, ever the wildcard, chuckled softly and reached for the alcohol bottle.

She poured herself a generous drink, never breaking eye contact with Artis as she tilted her head back and downed it like a pro.

Artis raised an eyebrow, impressed. Lui, on the other hand, felt like a deflated balloon. With a disappointed sigh, he spun the bottle again, clinging to hope for the next round of chaos.

This time, the bottle pointed squarely at Juliana again, with the flat end aimed right at Lui.

Juliana paused, her lips curling into a sly smile.

‘What would he give me if I chose dare?’

She thought, already anticipating Lui’s timid, predictable antics.

‘Knowing my sweet, timid husband, he’s probably going to ask for some tiny skinship. Maybe a kiss on the cheek to one-up Artis. Hmm, will my dear little baby get jealous? Let’s find out.’

She giggled to herself.

“Dare.”

The moment the word left her mouth, Lui’s face lit up with a grin so wide it was almost unsettling. Juliana’s confidence soared.

‘Called it! He’s totally going to ask for some soft, cutesy nonsense.’

But then Lui spoke.

He pointed at Artis with the decisiveness of a man who’d just unlocked a new level of depravity.

“Kiss him.”

The room froze.

Juliana’s smirk vanished faster than a guilty kid hiding evidence.

“What the fuck?!”

She exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up so high they could’ve joined NASA. Meanwhile, Artis, after a moment of stunned silence, let a slow, shit-eating grin creep across his face.

‘Oh, this poor bastard. He’s done. He’s absolutely fucking done.’

Artis thought, barely holding back a laugh.

He casually leaned back, eyes glinting with mischief as a plan formed in his head.

‘All I have to do is put on the performance of a lifetime—a little sensual show—and Lui’s fragile little brain will implode. Hell, he’ll probably beg me to fuck his wife after this.’

Artis’s mental victory lap continued, basking in the chaos he’d orchestrated. All the fake sincerity, the sly remarks, the subtle touches—it had all paid off beautifully.

This wasn’t just a game anymore; this was an art form.

From yesterday’s teasing to today’s escalating dares, Artis had successfully pushed the mentally unhinged Lui to the brink of cuckdom.

‘And if he tips over? Well… let’s just say Juliana’s about to have a whole new gym routine involving my cock.’

Artis’s grin widened as a new thought crossed his mind.

‘If I play my cards right, I could even fuck Nadia in front of him. Why stop at one trophy when I could have two?’

Of course, there was one slight hiccup in the master plan: Chen.

‘That motherfucker’s not as weak as Lui. Guy’s got some bite.’

Artis admitted to himself, his grin faltering for half a second. But then, his confidence surged back.

‘Good thing I’ve got dirt on him. If he tries to get in my way, I’ll bury him faster than a bad porno plot.’

Artis’s gaze flicked to Juliana, still standing there with her mouth agape, and then back to Lui, who looked like he was seconds away from popping a boner and a blood vessel.

“W-what are you saying, husband?”

Juliana stammered, her voice teetering between shock and disbelief.

Sure, she’d been fully onboard with the idea of locking lips—and probably much more—with Artis, but hearing that suggestion come out of Lui’s mouth?

That was a plot twist she hadn’t seen coming.

This was the same guy who blushed when she held his hand in public, and now he was basically handing her over on a silver platter? It was so bizarre it almost felt like a setup.

She had been playing and teasing Artis all this time under the assumption that Lui’s presence would act as a safety net.

No way he’d try something bold with my husband sitting right there, she’d thought.

But Artis? That horny bastard hadn’t even pretended to pump the brakes—like when he shamelessly lifted her up earlier and grabbed her tits right in front of Lui. And now this? Her husband daring her to kiss him?

‘Is this real life?’

She wondered.

“I said, kiss him, wife. Come on, let’s not waste any more time,” Lui said with a disturbingly calm smile, gesturing like he was asking her to pass the salt. “It’s just a kiss, right? Nothing more.”

Juliana blinked at him, her confusion growing by the second. Meanwhile, Artis, never one to miss an opportunity, reached out and gently grabbed her cheek, his touch firm but teasing.

“Come on, Mommy, we’ve got so many fun games left to play. Don’t stall. Like father said, it’s just a kiss.”

Juliana swallowed hard, the lump in her throat as heavy as the tension in the room.

Slowly, she turned her body to face Artis. His eyes gleamed with wicked delight, while hers were a cocktail of confusion, shock, and something dangerously close to excitement.

‘Is this okay?’

Juliana asked herself, sneaking a glance at her husband. Lui was practically leaning forward in his seat like he was front row at a strip show, his eyes shining with eager anticipation.

“J-just a peck, okay.”

She stammered, her voice trembling more from embarrassment than conviction.

“Of course, of course. Just a peck.”

Artis replied smoothly, his lips curving into a devilish grin as he turned to glance at Lui. The look he gave was downright sinister, like a predator about to feast, and it sent an icy shiver down Lui’s spine.

‘That’s not the smile you give when it’s just a kiss…’

Lui’s brain screamed, but his cock had apparently signed a separate lease agreement and was very much on board with the proceedings.

Juliana hesitated for a moment before leaning in, her lips trembling as they approached Artis’s. Artis mirrored her movement, closing the gap with maddeningly slow precision.

Then their lips met.

The kiss was… disappointingly innocent. No tongue, no suction, no scandal—just a quick, polite meeting of lips, like two awkward middle schoolers at a dance.

But it was enough to make Lui’s pants tighter than a too-small condom. His heart pounded like a drum solo, and his mind descended into chaos.

‘What the fuck am I doing?’

He thought, but the answer was clear: loving every goddamn second of it.

Juliana pulled away quickly, her cheeks flushed, ready to move past the ordeal.

“I didn’t even feel your lips, Mommy.”

Artis drawled, leaning back with a smirk that could ignite tempers and panties alike.

“Come on, don’t waste a dare from your dear husband like that.”

Juliana’s eyes snapped wide open, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

“W-what?”

She sputtered, staring at him like he’d just suggested a threesome in a church.

“He’s right, you know.”

Lui chimed in, his voice annoyingly calm for someone actively selling his dignity down the river.

“A kiss should be a proper one. What you just did? That was some half-assed bullshit.”

Juliana’s head snapped toward her husband, her eyes wide in disbelief. Then she looked back at Artis, who, to her dismay, was already licking his lips like a wolf about to devour its prey.

“B-but… I—”

She stammered, her words tripping over her rapidly fraying nerves.

“Come on, wife,” Lui interrupted, shaking his head like a disappointed coach. “The more you stall, the more time you waste. Just get on with it already.”

Juliana groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Fine!”

She leaned in again, and Artis wasted no time meeting her halfway. Their lips met for what was supposed to be a simple redo, but within seconds, things escalated faster than a frat party on dollar-shot night.

What started as a chaste peck turned into something straight out of a porn flick. Their lips moved hungrily against each other, breaths hitching like they’d just discovered oxygen was optional.

Then Artis made his move. His tongue slid out, teasing her lower lip before grazing the upper, sending Juliana’s resolve crashing down like a Jenga tower.

Her lips parted, and Artis dove in like a man on a mission, his tongue exploring her mouth with the finesse of someone who’d clearly practiced on more than just popsicles.

Across the room, Lui was teetering on the edge of his seat, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched his wife practically devour another man.

Her soft moans filled the air, echoing like the world’s most inappropriate soundtrack, while Artis’s hands crept dangerously close to her hips.

Lui’s pants were straining so hard they looked like they’d been vacuum-sealed, his cock standing at full salute, pulsating like a bass drop at a rave.

His heart was pounding like a war drum, his mind screaming, What the fuck is happening?!

But another part of him, the one controlling the blood flow southward, was shouting back, Don’t stop. For the love of everything unholy, don’t stop.