NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 157: A Date with the Milf (1)

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets.

But Juliana couldn't see any of it.

She was too busy marching ahead, face burning, body still tingling from the merciless groping she had suffered at the hands of that shameless bastard.

"How can you be so shameless?!"

She hissed over her shoulder, arms crossed tightly over her chest—as if that would protect her from him.

Artis, leisurely strolling behind her, stretched his arms behind his head and grinned.

"Why should I have shame? I have someone like you with me. And I believe I have every right to be shameless... so I can get my fill."

Juliana's cheeks went nuclear.

"Hmph! You and your pretty words..."

"Well, they work, don't they?"

"No! They don't!"

"Oh man!"

Artis laughed, tapping his chin dramatically.

"If it doesn't work, then I'll have to crank up the dirty talk, huh? Aha! How about this—"

And then, with zero hesitation and maximum degeneracy, he declared:

"I want your pussy to drip—"

"MMMMHHH!!"

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Juliana whipped around at lightning speed and slammed both hands over his mouth, her entire existence combusting into pure, unfiltered shame.

"SHHH!"

She hissed, wild-eyed as she scanned the street.

"Do you hear nothing?! There are people here!"

Artis, completely unbothered, blinked at her over her hands.

Then, his eyes twinkled with mischief.

And then?

He licked her palm.

Juliana screamed.

"YOU—!!!"

She snatched her hands away, wiping them furiously against her dress.

Artis, grinning like the menace he was, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and shrugged.

"Tastes like shame and arousal. Cute mix."

Juliana stomped her foot.

"I will KILL you!"

"And then who's gonna fuck you stupid in an alleyway?"

Her brain short-circuited.

Her legs wobbled.

Her pussy betrayed her.

And Artis knew it.

Because he leaned in, lips grazing her ear, and whispered—

"You're dripping, aren't you?"

Juliana?

She did what any reasonable woman would do.

She ran.

And Artis?

He chased her.

Just as Juliana thought she had escaped, a strong, calloused hand caught her wrist and yanked her back.

Her breath hitched.

She turned to find Artis smirking down at her, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

"I can say much worse if you wish."

Juliana blanched.

"Shut up! You better not, or I'll punch you!"

Artis let out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest as if she had mortally wounded him.

"Oooh! My lady wants to punch me? Oh dear. How am I gonna survive?"

"Hmph!"

Juliana's face burned hotter, but rather than dignify him with a response, she slapped his side and stormed off.

Was she angry? Embarrassed?

Or was it something much, much worse?

Something like...

The growing, shameful wetness between her thighs?

Artis watched her go, hands in his pockets, grinning like the bastard he was.

'Man, that milf is cute when she's blushing. And she gets even cuter when she's trying to fight back. Heh.'

This date was already the best decision of his life.

...

Juliana stopped in her tracks.

She spun around, arms crossed under her heaving chest, one foot tapping impatiently against the cobblestone street.

She looked like a spoiled noblewoman, waiting for a servant to carry back 100 kilograms of luxury goods.

Or better yet—waiting for a certain shameless bastard to hurry up and ruin her.

"What are you waiting for? Are you coming or not?"

Artis' grin widened.

That sleazy, cocky, 'I-know-I'm-winning' kind of smile.

And just like that, Juliana's face burned hotter than a furnace.

Because she knew.

She knew this bastard was about to unleash some perverted, diabolical nonsense.

"I was just enjoying the scenery, you know..."

His voice was too casual.

Too innocent.

Too fake.

Juliana's eyebrow twitched.

Her head swiveled left.

Her head swiveled right.

Scenery? What scenery?

The road was empty.

The houses were old, broken, and depressing. The sky was a pretty orange, sure, but it wasn't exactly breathtaking.

Even the usual town drunks were nowhere to be seen.

"What scenery?"

She asked, squinting.

Artis' smirk grew wider.

Then, slowly, deliberately, sinfully—

His gaze dropped.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Until it stopped.

Right.

On.

Her hips.

The exact spot where her ass had been bouncing with every frustrated stomp.

Juliana's brain shut down.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

OH MY GOD.

She followed his gaze, realized exactly what he'd been staring at, and immediately exploded.

Her whole face turned tomato red.

Steam might as well have shot out of her ears.

With a shrieking noise that could rival a boiling kettle, she spun on her heel, slapped her palms over her ass, and stormed off like a woman on a mission.

March. March. March.

Her steps were furious, her spine stiff, her hands glued to her butt like she was protecting the national treasure.

Bastard! Pervert! Ass-watching degenerate!

She couldn't even say it out loud.

She was too busy having an existential crisis over the fact that she secretly liked it.

Artis let out a throaty chuckle.

The kind that dripped with pure, unfiltered bastardry.

"Ha ha ha… Oh my god, look at those hands! They're sinking into those cheeks like quicksand!"

He dramatically wiped a fake tear from his eye, shaking his head like he was witnessing a divine miracle.

"Man, I just wanna bury my face into that soft, perfect pillow and forget about this miserable world…"

Juliana froze.

Veins popped on her forehead.

Her hands clenched into fists.

There was a limit to shamelessness. At least… she used to think there was. But after knowing Artis, she had to revise that thought completely.

There was no limit.

Shamelessness was a bottomless abyss, and this man was diving into it headfirst, naked, and with a massive erection.

Juliana took a deep breath. And then she dashed straight at him. Full speed. Like a woman possessed. Artis immediately took a step back.

"Careful there, sweetheart—your tits might pop out!"

Juliana skidded to a stop.

Her hands instantly flew to her chest. Pure instinct.

That one moment of hesitation cost her everything. Because the moment she realized he had baited her, he was already grinning like the smug bastard he was.

That handsome, slappable, 'I-live-for-your-suffering' grin.

Oh.

Oh, she wanted to slap it.

She wanted to slap it so bad. But if she turned around now, she'd just be rewarding him with another look at her bouncing ass. And after the way he'd been staring at it earlier…

Nope. Not happening. Juliana let out a frustrated growl.

With no other options, she stormed up behind him, placed both hands on his back, and started shoving him forward like a pissed-off maid escorting a drunk noble out of a brothel.