NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 51: Confronting Little Brother Gone Wrong! (1)

Knock. Knock.

Artis’s head snapped toward the door, his ears perking up like a horny hound catching a scent. No tiredness clung to him as he got up, his steps practically bouncing with the kind of vigor only someone on a post-breakthrough high could muster.

In his mind, he was already crafting scenarios. Maybe it was Juliana, bringing more of her mommy-energy vibes for him to "borrow." Or Nadia, strong but silently screaming "take me now!" Either way, his cock practically saluted in anticipation.

Slide.

The door creaked open, and Artis’s lips curled into a wolfish grin at the sight before him. Standing outside, bathed in the golden hues of dawn, was none other than Nadia herself, looking less like a guest and more like a walking wet dream.

She wasn’t wearing much, just a plain, see-through nightie that clung to her body like it had a personal vendetta against modesty.

The hem flirted with her thighs, teasingly short, and the sheer fabric did fuck-all to hide the bountiful treasures beneath. Her ample tits swayed gently with every breath, nipples poking through like they were begging for attention.

The deep V-cut of the nightie exposed her cleavage all the way down to a tantalizing sliver of her toned stomach.

And, of course, the pièce de résistance: a silk golden panty that barely covered her puffy pussy, leaving just enough to imagination while loudly screaming "booty call!"

Artis’s eyes drank in the sight like a man dying of thirst.

’Oh, she’s come for it.’

He thought, his grin widening into something downright predatory.

Maybe it was the nightie. Maybe it was the way her eyes darted nervously to the side while her fingers toyed with the hem of her outfit. Or maybe it was the unmistakable "fuck me" energy radiating off her.

Whatever it was, Artis knew this wasn’t just a polite morning visit.

’It’s time...Time to give her what she wants... and get exactly what I deserve.’

Nadia’s breath hitched as her heartbeat went from zero to rock concert in the blink of an eye.

’Oh fuck, look at the way he’s eating me alive with his eyes… it’s… it’s fucking sinful!’

Her legs wobbled like they were made of overcooked noodles, and she suddenly found it hard to keep her balance.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire as her cheeks turned the color of a ripe tomato.

She tried to look anywhere but at Artis’s face, but his smirk was practically gravitational, pulling her gaze back in every time.

’Why the hell does he look at me like that?! Is it the dress? Oh God, it’s definitely the dress!’

She glanced down at herself and instantly regretted it.

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The sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination, and the sight of her own exposed cleavage bouncing with her nervous movements only added fuel to the fire raging in her mind. She clenched her thighs together instinctively, trying to steady herself.

"Uhm… Th-there’s somethi—"

Before she could finish even a single coherent thought, Artis took one decisive step forward, grabbed her arm, and yanked her into the room.

"W-wait, let me— MMPHH~!"

Her protests were cut off as his lips crashed into hers, smothering whatever semblance of resolve she had left.

’Holy shit… he’s… he’s fucking delicious!’

Nadia’s mind spiraled into chaos as Artis pressed her against him, one hand sliding down her back with purpose while the other gripped her waist like he was staking his claim.

Her ample chest smashed against his, and the hard points of her nipples poked through the flimsy nightie, rubbing against him with every movement.

Artis’s thoughts weren’t faring much better.

’Fuck… these lips… I need more of her. I’m gonna fucking drown in this woman.’

His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers while his free hand slid dangerously lower, making it abundantly clear that this "confrontation" was going to end very differently than Nadia had planned.

Her mind was a battlefield of guilt and uncontrollable pleasure, but her body? That bitch had already waved the white flag.

The moment his manly scent hit her nose—some devilish mix of raw musk and bad decisions—her lips betrayed her entirely, parting to meet his with the kind of enthusiasm that made her want to punch herself.

’No! I came here to yell at him, not to fucking suck face! Shit… oh fuck…’

But it was already too late. Her traitorous tongue darted out, meeting his in a sloppy, wet dance that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyelids.

Each stroke of his tongue felt like it was erasing a few more brain cells, leaving her helplessly drowning in the kiss.

Meanwhile, Artis’s hands were putting in overtime. One hand slid boldly up to her chest, palming her breasts like they were treasure he’d been searching for his whole life.

His thumb flicked her hard nipple through the thin nightie, earning him a full-body shiver that made her knees nearly buckle.

’Oh my fucking God, this is so dirty… and so goddamn good.’

His lips moved from hers to her neck, where he sucked and nibbled on her sweet spot like he was marking territory.

"No! S-sto—ahhh~ Ngg~"

Her protest died in a moan so loud it practically echoed. Her neck arched on instinct, giving him even better access as his lips worked magic that had her toes curling.

Every pull of his mouth on her sensitive skin sent sparks of electricity straight to the pit of her stomach, and her attempts to push him away were pitiful at best.

Instead of shoving him, her hands clutched at his back, fingers digging in as she pulled him closer.

’Why the fuck does this feel so good?! What kind of demon is this man?!’

Her mind was screaming for her to stop, but her body had other plans—and those plans involved riding this sinful rollercoaster all the way to the end... unless, of course, if she have the will power to stop this sinful demon...