NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 158: A Date with the Milf (2)

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.

"Come on..."

She muttered, her face still burning.

"It's only been five minutes since we left the house, and you're already teasing this old woman? How fucking shameless."

Artis just grinned.

Took one slow, leisurely step forward.

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Then another.

Then another.

And then he leaned back slightly and whispered.

"Why? Can't a man tease his woman…?"

Artis flashed his signature shit-eating grin, the kind that made women swoon and men want to punch him in the dick.

Juliana's entire body tensed.

She gritted her teeth, her face burning hotter than a furnace.

Because—dammit—why did his words always work on her?!

Why did every single filthy, cocky, insufferable thing that came out of his mouth send a jolt of heat straight to her core?

She hated it.

She hated him.

She hated how much she wanted to drag him into the nearest alley and ride him until she forgot her own name.

"Shut up, Mr. Smooth Talker."

And then—as revenge—she pinched his back.

Hard.

It was supposed to be a warning.

A 'keep your goddamn mouth shut' message.

But Artis?

Oh no.

This motherfucker didn't know how to shut up.

Instead of backing down, he reached behind him, grabbed both of her hands—

—and yanked her forward.

SQUISH.

Juliana's entire chest was suddenly flattened against his back.

The sensation was instant. Instantly humiliating. Instantly hot.

Her soft, pillowy breasts were now sandwiched against his broad, muscular back—and she could feel everything.

She could feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel her nipples stiffening through the thin fabric.

And worst of all?

She could feel him smiling. And then—he moaned. The bastard actually moaned.

"Oh my god…!"

Artis tilted his head back dramatically.

"My back! It feels like it's melting away!

How can something so soft…

…make a man feel like melted butter?"

Juliana stopped breathing.

Her hands clenched into fists. Her face burned redder than a whorehouse lantern. She could hear the excitement in his voice. Could practically feel his smirk against her skin.

This man—this utter menace of a human being—was enjoying this.

He was relishing the way her body reacted to him.

And worst of all?

So was she.

Juliana bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run.

She wanted to strangle him with his own belt, then ride him senseless. But instead—she did the only thing she could.

She whispered. Low. Strained. Desperate.

"Shut up, will you? Just keep going..."

"But how can I keep moving when my heart's racing like this? Here, feel this."

Before she could protest, he grabbed her delicate hand and placed it right over his chest. Underneath her palm, his heart was pounding like it was trying to break free. Her eyes widened.

"What the—? Why's it beating like that?"

She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Because of you... It's beating for you..."

Her heart did a somersault. Damn, that was smooth. Her cheeks flushed pink, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.

But then his eyes gleamed wickedly.

"And that's not the only thing beating for you. Here..."

Before she could even process his words, he guided her hand lower—way lower. Her fingers brushed against something hard, hot, and throbbing beneath his pants.

"A-Ahhh!" she gasped, her eyes going wide as saucers. "W-What...?"

He grinned like a devil who'd just won the lottery.

"Can't you feel it? How it's pulsating?"

Her fingers twitched, and she realized it wasn't just pulsating—it was practically jumping, eager and insistent. It was like it had a heartbeat of its own.

"Y-You... You pervert!"

She squeaked, trying to yank her hand away, but his grip was firm. Not painful, but firm enough to keep her right where he wanted her.

His voice dropped lower, a teasing purr that sent shivers down her spine.

"You think I'm the pervert? You're the one who made it this hard."

Her face burned hotter than the sun.

"I-I did no such thing!"

"Oh?"

His thumb stroked the back of her hand, making her shiver.

"You with your mommy milkers and an ass that can bury me inside...come on..."

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. What was she even supposed to say to that?! Her brain was short-circuiting, all logic fried by the sinful heat radiating from him.

His hips shifted, pressing that hardness against her palm, and she felt it throb again, impatient and needy.

"See? It's begging for you. You feel that?"

Her mouth went dry, her heart racing just as fast as his. Her fingers tingled, her skin burning where it touched him.

"Y-You're shameless..."

She whispered, her voice trembling.

His smirk was downright sinful.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

She wanted to slap him. She wanted to run away. She wanted to... No! No, she didn't! Except... her fingers twitched again, feeling that heat, that pulse...

Damn it, why was her body reacting like this? And why did his cock feel so... tempting?

Her eyes flicked up to his, and she saw it—the heat, the hunger, the desire burning in his gaze. It was enough to melt her right there.

Then suddenly, an idea flashed through Juliana's mind—a wicked, devious idea that was sure to knock this cocky bastard down a peg.

Her lips curled into a sultry smile as she leaned in closer, pressing her generous jugs even harder against his back.

Soft, warm, and oh-so-plush, they molded perfectly around him, making his breath hitch.

She purred, her voice dripping with honey, "It's because of me, huh? Then let me take care of it..."

Artis's brain short-circuited. Wait, what? That wasn't the reaction he'd expected. Not from this sexy milf.

He was prepared for a slap, maybe some yelling, definitely not... this.

Her fingers were still on him, delicate and teasing. But now they started to move, slowly rubbing along his throbbing length through his pants.

But then a chill ran down his spine. Something felt off. Her voice was sweet, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

He was about to turn around, instincts screaming that something was up, when—

"GGAAAHHH!"