NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 59: Arrival (2)

Nadia, meanwhile, was on the ground, still clutching her side from where she’d slammed into the wall.

Her head was spinning, her ears ringing, and for a brief moment, she wasn’t even sure if she’d heard Juliana scream or if it was just in her head.

She blinked hard, her blurry vision slowly clearing, only to catch a glimpse of the knight’s confused face.

The bastard had stopped mid-motion, his grotesque hand hovering like it had forgotten what it was supposed to do.

’What the hell? Why did he stop…?’

Nadia thought, her brows furrowing. From her angle on the floor, she couldn’t see the hand on his shoulder. She couldn’t see Artis. But she could hear him.

That voice. That familiar, maddening voice.

Nadia’s heart was a mess of emotions—aching, frantic, and somehow annoyingly fluttery at the same time. But all that tangled chaos came to a screeching halt when she heard that.

"How are you gonna fuck them if you don’t have your pp, you eunuch?"

The words slapped the room like a drunken bard’s failed performance. Silence. Deafening silence. And then—cough, hack, choke.

Every single person in the room, except the knight, suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cough up blood. Even Nadia, with her racing heart and bruised ego, couldn’t help but gawk in disbelief.

’Did… did he just fucking say that?!’

Juliana’s jaw dropped so fast it nearly hit the floor. Her face twisted as she struggled to contain the bubble of laughter rising in her chest.

’No. Be serious, Juliana. Be serious. This is not the time to laugh about a missing cock!’

But despite her inner pep talk, a snort escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

’Oh god, why does he have to be like this? Why does his stupid mouth make me want to laugh in the middle of a life-threatening situation? And why the fuck am I finding this so hot right now?!’

Meanwhile, the knight’s face turned the color of a tomato left out in the sun for too long.

His bloodshot eyes bulged, and his body shook with rage—and, let’s face it, the pain of no longer having the equipment to back up any threats.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

The knight’s voice was a growl, each word dripping with murderous intent.

His bloodshot eyes bulged, and his whole body looked like it was about to explode—though that might’ve just been the booze and the trauma of recently losing his "manhood."

Artis, standing there like he was on a casual stroll, let his hand fall from the knight’s shoulder and smiled.

Not just any smile—that smile. The one that could piss off a saint. He looked relaxed, cocky even, like he wasn’t currently face-to-face with a blood-covered, enraged, eunuch knight.

"I said," Artis repeated slowly, drawing it out like he was savoring the words, "how are you going to fuck them if you don’t have a cock? I mean, sure, you’ve got a massive hole now, but you’re not gonna use that, right? Or wait… are you a bottom? ’Cause no judgment here, man. I mean, everyone’s got their preferences—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The knight’s face turned an apocalyptic shade of red, the veins on his forehead looking ready to burst. If rage could power cities, this man would light up the entire kingdom.

"I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

And with that, the giant started swinging at Artis like an angry bull in a pottery shop.

Fists flew, armor clanged, and yet Artis, the tall, lanky boy, just dodged left, then right, then left again, all while keeping that shit-eating grin on his face.

The knight was a powerhouse, sure, but between the booze, the blood loss, and the fact that his ego had taken a beating worse than his crotch, he was sloppy.

Artis ducked under another wild swing, his movements almost lazy.

’Man, he’s way stronger than me.’

Artis thought, sidestepping another clumsy punch.

’But between the alcohol and the trauma of losing his little soldier, he’s basically a flailing toddler. And that’s just… perfect.’

As the knight roared and stumbled, Artis’s grin widened. His brain was working overtime, calculating angles and moves, but deep down, he was focused on something far more important than survival:

’This is it. A golden, god-sent opportunity to look like a fucking hero in front of the mom and the daughter. Two for one. A hot milf and a feisty little spitfire? Oh, I’m milking this for all it’s worth.’

Ducking another swing, he gave a quick glance at Juliana and Nadia, who were watching with wide eyes.

’Yeah, they’re impressed. How could they not be? I mean, I’m dodging a giant lunatic with no cock. This is peak hero shit.’

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Artis smirked, letting his confidence shine as the knight stumbled again, panting and cursing like a broken wind-up toy.

"C’mon, big guy, is that all you’ve got? No wonder you lost your cock—you couldn’t even protect that."

Juliana slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. Nadia, meanwhile, blinked, half-shocked and half-intrigued.

’This idiot.’

She thought, her lips twitching despite herself.

’He’s either gonna die or… actually, I kinda want to see where this goes.’

The knight let out a guttural roar that sounded less like a man and more like a wounded animal—a castrated bull, to be exact.

He charged at Artis like a drunken avalanche, fists swinging and spittle flying.

Artis stepped to the side again, as calm as if he were dodging a lazy cat trying to swat his ankle.

"Whoa, whoa, buddy! Watch it—you’re gonna trip over that gaping hole where your dick used to be."

Juliana actually gasped, her hand flying back to her chest, torn between horror and a very real desire to burst out laughing.

Nadia, on the other hand, gave up trying to hide her amusement and snorted so loudly it made Juliana glare at her.

"Sorry," Nadia whispered, though her eyes stayed glued to Artis.

’I need to make things right with him as quickly as possible...even if it meant...’