NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 103: Sprawled on the Table!

"All the stars have aligned, Jul," Artis purred, his tongue diving back into her ass like it was the nectar of the gods. "Today’s your lucky fucking day."

Juliana’s body quivered, her moans filling the room as she peeked over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Lui was fully in the zone, furiously pumping his sad little carrot with two fingers, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife getting devoured.

He looked like a man possessed, his face red and glistening with sweat.

’It’s today.’

Juliana thought to herself, barely holding back a grin.

’It’s finally happening. After all this time, after all his pathetic attempts, I’m finally getting a real fucking.’

Her heart raced at the thought, her body shivering in anticipation.

’I’ve never imagined my husband would be watching me get wrecked by another man.’

She mused, her lips curling into a small, devious smile. She let out a chuckle, soft and almost wicked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Artis noticed immediately, his head popping up from between her cheeks.

"Oh, what’s so funny, Mommy?"

He teased, licking his lips.

"Got something you wanna share with the class? Or are you just excited to finally get what you’ve been begging for?"

Juliana locked eyes with him, her smirk growing.

"Oh, I’m just thinking, today’s the day I retire as the patron saint of disappointing fucks."

Artis threw his head back, laughing as he slapped her ass again, hard enough to make it jiggle.

"Damn right, babe. Consider yourself promoted to the hall of fame."

Juliana’s smirk deepened as she reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of Artis’s hair, and shoved his face back into her ass crack like she was trying to suffocate him with sheer cheek power.

Her asshole gave a playful wink, glistening under the dim light like it had a personality of its own.

"Then keep licking. It’s gonna be a long fucking night."

She giggled, her hips swaying just enough to tease him further.

Artis gave a muffled grunt of approval, his tongue darting out like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

He licked her asshole with the enthusiasm of someone discovering the meaning of life, his saliva painting her winking hole like it was his masterpiece.

"Fuck, Mommy, you taste like heaven."

He groaned between licks, his voice vibrating against her skin.

Juliana’s moans filled the room, her head thrown back like she was auditioning for an adult opera. Her hips bucked back, practically begging his tongue to dive deeper.

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"Yes! Right there! Fuck—don’t you dare stop!"

She cried, her nails digging into his scalp.

Meanwhile, Lui was in his own pathetic little world on the sidelines.

His cock, which looked more like a sad little joystick, was leaking precum like a faucet someone forgot to turn off.

He was furiously pumping it with both hands now, as if he thought sheer effort would make it grow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Lui muttered, his breathing ragged as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.

His face was flushed, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like he was running a marathon instead of sitting there jerking off to his wife getting her ass eaten.

’Man, this better give me my fucking double experience boost, or I swear I’ve blue-balled myself for nothing.’

Artis thought as his tongue worked its way down Juliana’s dripping slit.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to just ram his cock into her and go to town, but no—he had to be the "strategic cultivator" and play the long game.

From the moment he laid eyes on this walking wet dream of a MILF, all he wanted to do was pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.

Her curves, her moans, her fuckable everything—it had been pure torture holding himself back. And then that damned scripture had to show up, dangling the promise of 1.5x qi energy gain if he mastered a specific technique.

’Fuck my life.’

He thought bitterly, his tongue teasing the edge of her slick folds.

He’d delayed the inevitable for weeks—weeks of endless teasing, getting her all hot and bothered, watching her beg with those sultry eyes, and still pulling back at the last second.

’Not just her, either. Fucking Nadia, too... How the hell have I not lost it and fucked the absolute shit out of both of them by now?’

His thoughts spiraled, and he let out a frustrated groan against Juliana’s pussy, the vibrations making her gasp and grab his hair tighter.

It was so wet and hot down there, Artis was convinced that if he dropped a rock on Juliana’s pussy, it’d sink inside like it was falling into quicksand.

Hell, her pussy had a gravitational pull of its own at this point.

"Ahhh~"

Juliana’s whole body trembled, her thighs quaking like they were about to give out as his tongue darted in and out of her dripping folds. She was losing her goddamn mind, and it showed.

"Artis... Artis... please... do it. I-I need you."

She begged, her voice shaky and desperate, so low and needy it was practically a whimper.

All the teasing from the last two weeks had turned her into a walking sex grenade, and she was done waiting for the pin to be pulled.

Her pussy throbbed with a need so intense it made her head spin.

Fingers and tongues weren’t cutting it anymore—fuck, even the zucchini from last Tuesday couldn’t compare to what she needed now.

She needed him. His massive cock. Her pussy wasn’t asking for attention anymore; it was demanding punishment, and only Artis’s dick could dish it out.

But the bastard wasn’t giving in. Nope. Artis was still down there, lapping at her pussy and swirling his tongue around her asshole like he was auditioning for the world’s raunchiest talent show.

Juliana’s back arched as another moan ripped from her throat, her body teetering on the edge of insanity.

"Artis, fuck, stop teasing me!"

She wailed, grinding her hips against his face, trying to force him deeper.

Then all of a sudden, Artis abruptly stopped his tongue’s sinful assault and stood up, leaving Juliana panting and looking like a feral animal in heat.

Her legs trembled, barely holding her up, and when she glanced back at him, her eyes were wild, glassy with desperation.

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She looked like a woman possessed—or maybe just a woman who hadn’t been properly dicked down in years.

"Please... take me."

She begged, her voice raw and needy as she crawled toward him like a cat in heat, her boobs bouncing with every move.

"You asked for it, bitch."

He growled, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrists and, with a strength that made Lui gasp, tossed her like she weighed nothing onto the low table.

Juliana crashed down with a loud thud, sending glasses and the now-infamous bottle of liquor flying.

Liquid sloshed everywhere as the table groaned under the weight of her curvy frame.

Lui, despite his rock-hard cock, was quick to snatch up the Liquid Gold like it was a precious treasure. Alcohol first, orgasms second—that was his motto.

"Priorities," he muttered under his breath, setting the bottle beside him like it was the Holy Grail.

Meanwhile, Juliana was spread out on the table, her upper body on full display, breasts squished deliciously against the surface.

Her lower half was a masterpiece: arched like she was presenting herself for judgment, her knees planted on the floor, and her dripping pussy practically calling Artis’s name.

Artis licked his lips, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"Damn, Mommy, you’re built like a fucking fantasy," he said, giving her ass a sharp slap that sent a jiggle rippling through her cheeks. "Let’s make some goddamn noise."

In a flash, he crouched down like a fucking feral beast, his cock throbbing with pent-up need as he lined up the fat, aching head against Juliana’s dripping cunt.

He didn’t shove it in—oh no, he was going to make her suffer first.

He rubbed the tip along her slick folds, dragging it up and down, smearing her arousal like he was painting a masterpiece with his cock.

A soft gasp spilled from Juliana’s lips, her fingers clawing at the table as she instinctively arched her back, pushing her ass out like a needy little kitten in heat. The sight alone nearly made him bust on the spot.

Fuck, he could feel it—this wasn’t just about teasing anymore. His own body was on fire, and two weeks of restraint were about to go straight to hell.

He was a man, goddammit, not some fucking monk. Living under the same roof with two bombshells had been absolute torture, and now?

Now he was about to quench every filthy, sinful thought that had been haunting him.

He began to grind against her entrance, slow and deliberate, letting his thick cock glide along her soaked pussy lips, teasing her clit with every agonizing motion.

By now, Juliana was a fucking mess—her thighs trembling, her pussy leaking like she was already in a never-ending orgasm.

Desperate, she reached out toward Lui, her fingers twitching as she tried to find something to hold onto—only to see her pathetic excuse of a husband sitting there, dick in hand, furiously pumping like he was racing against time.