NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 155: Goddam, Mommy! (1)

Juliana swallowed thickly. Her pulse hammered against her ribs like a caged animal.

And then—

"Mmmm..."

That sinful sound rolled from his throat, rich and deep, vibrating against the thick tension in the air.

His gaze burned a trail of fire down her spine, setting every nerve ending ablaze in its wake.

Then—contact.

His fingers brushed against her hips—light, teasing, electric.

Juliana gasped, her body jerking instinctively, but he didn't let up.

He leaned in, close enough that she could feel his breath—warm, teasing, laced with unspoken promises.

"You look so fucking delicious, I could eat you right here."

Juliana shuddered.

Her knees trembled.

Her mind short-circuited.

She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do a damn thing except feel.

"Sh-shut it... stop using such words..."

She stammered, her voice embarrassingly weak, a desperate attempt to sound unaffected.

But her body told a different story.

She squirmed, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she looked away.

Not because she was embarrassed.

Not because she was ashamed.

But because she loved it.

And fuck, she didn't want him to know.

"Oh? Then how should I put it?"

Artis leaned in close, his face mere inches from hers, his lips curling into a smirk as he rubbed his chin in mock contemplation.

His breath was warm, teasing, invading her personal space like a goddamn conqueror staking his claim.

"Aha!"

His eyes lit up mischievously.

"How about this?"

Then, with the smoothest, most matter-of-fact tone, he whispered,

"You look so fuckable that I just want to push you against the wall and ram my dick in your wet pussy until I cum inside you. Would that make you feel better?"

Juliana's entire brain blue-screened.

"Ahn~!"

The sound escaped her lips before she could even process what was happening.

Her thighs squeezed together instinctively. Her face went nuclear. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again—but no words came out.

Because fuck, the moment he said it, the image slammed into her mind at full force.

His strong hands pinning her wrists. His body pressing against hers. The heat, the tension, the sheer rawness of it—

Her breath hitched.

Artis watched her with the smuggest fucking grin, his crimson eyes practically twinkling with amusement.

"Mmm, you're so adorable when you blush like that... You should do it more often."

"Shut it!"

She snapped, finally snapping out of her haze.

Her hands shot up desperately—and before he could say another perverted word, she clamped his lips shut between her fingers, blocking his smug little mouth from spewing more filth.

"No. More. Words," she hissed, her cheeks still burning. "You've done enough talking."

Artis, completely unfazed, let her hold his mouth shut for precisely three seconds before he grinned against her fingers.

Then, ever so smoothly, he pried her hand away, lifted it up—and with all the obnoxious charm in the world, pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against the back of her palm.

His lips lingered.

His eyes never left hers.

"Yes, ma'am."

Then, with a shit-eating grin that made her want to slap and kiss him at the same time—

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

Hearing his words, Juliana's mind immediately flashed back to last night's events—his filthy whispers, the way his hands had roamed her body, the way she had reacted to him.

Her thighs clenched.

Her breath hitched.

And just as her face began to burn all over again—

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"Wh-where are you guys going?"

A voice suddenly cut through the air from behind them.

Juliana froze.

Artis blinked, turning around casually—only to find Lui sitting at the dining table just a few feet away, spoon in hand, sipping his soup like a bystander in a crime scene.

The fucker had been there the entire time.

Neither of them had noticed him.

Hell, Lui himself probably hadn't wanted to be noticed, considering he had just spent the last several minutes witnessing the verbal porno between them in complete, horrified silence.

Realizing he had to step in before things got even worse, he had finally inserted himself into the conversation.

Meanwhile, Juliana's entire soul left her body.

Artis, however, being the shameless degenerate he was, simply flashed a shit-eating grin.

"Ah, Lui! Didn't see you there. You don't mind our banter, right? I'm sure you don't! Ha ha ha..."

His obnoxious laugh rang out through the room.

Juliana, on the other hand, wanted to die.

She let out a tiny squeak of embarrassment and immediately hid her face behind her hands, wishing she could just disintegrate on the spot.

'He can say that because he has no shame... but I am not like that...'

Her cheeks turned a shade of red previously undocumented by science.

Lui, still holding his spoon mid-air, just let out an awkward, pained smile—like a man who had just witnessed a crime but knew damn well he couldn't unsee it.

"We were just going to visit the market, that's all. Maybe eat something together, watch some scenery, enjoy the carnival... and maybe, just maybe..."

Artis let his voice drop into a slow, sultry purr, his lips curling into a devilish smirk as he turned his gaze to Juliana.

She knew where this was going.

She felt the heat of his stare burning through her hands, which were still clamped firmly over her mortified face.