NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

"N-nothing much, just... we haven't gone out in forever, so he just asked me out for a simple date. That's all..."

Juliana tried to smile innocently, but it came off more like she was trying to hold back a moan.

She clutched the kimono to her chest like it was a shield against the shame flooding her system.

But she couldn't fool Lui. Not after what he'd witnessed last night.

He'd watched her yesterday, his heart pounding, his breath caught in his throat as he saw his wife—his sweet, soft-spoken wife—getting absolutely destroyed by Artis. His own step son.

Bent over the table, moaning like a bitch in heat, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust.

Her face was twisted in pleasure, her legs quivering as she screamed Artis's name. Over and over.

Not once did she call for her husband.

The memory made his pants uncomfortably tight, and he shifted, clearing his throat to play it off.

He stood up from the bed, trying to hide the growing bulge, and as he walked past her, he leaned in just enough to whisper:

"Make sure you can come back walking properly. Chen and Nadia might not be asleep if you come back early."

Juliana's face went so red she looked like she was about to explode. Her jaw dropped, eyes wide as she let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Wh-what?! Y-you...!"

But Lui was already walking away, a smug grin on his face. Who knew his wife could be so... filthy?

Watching her get railed like that, seeing her lose all control—it had awakened something in him. Something that had been dormant for years.

He heard her slam the door behind him, and he couldn't help but smile.

Inside the room, Juliana pressed her back against the door, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

Her own husband had just teased her about getting fucked stupid by another man. And the worst part?

She couldn't stop replaying his words in her head, her body reacting in ways she really didn't want to admit.

She threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow, her legs rubbing together as heat pooled between her thighs.

"That jerk... How could he say something so... so... dirty?!"

But her fingers were already curling into the sheets, her body tingling with anticipation.

She hugged the kimono to her chest, her mind drifting to Artis.

His hands on her, his rough voice in her ear, his cock slamming into her until she was screaming his name...

She let out a whimper, her hips grinding against the mattress as she squeezed her thighs together.

"What's wrong with me...?"

Her husband's words echoed in her head, his knowing smirk flashing before her eyes. She gritted her teeth, her face burning with shame.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt. How much she wanted more.

...

Artis strutted back from the market with a cocky grin plastered on his face like he own this world.

He looked like a romantic hero straight out of a cheesy novel—if that hero had also just railed the life out of a married woman the night before.

He took a long, hot bath, and devoured a plate of greasy pork strips like he'd just conquered a kingdom.

In a way, he had. Last night, he had claimed his throne between Juliana's legs, and damn, did he rule with an iron... rod.

After burping loud enough to shake the rafters, he sat down to meditate, legs crossed, back straight, cock still half-hard just from remembering how her walls clenched around him.

He could feel it—the power swirling inside him, humming through his body. His core. The same core he built from the rewards he reaped last night.

For losing his virginity as Artis. For finally pumping down someone with the kind of stamina that would make stallions jealous.

He shivered, his body heating up as he recalled every filthy detail. Her moans, her nails digging into his back, the way she gasped his name over and over like a broken record.

He'd used that potent qi energy that had been overflowing his meridians and concentrated it into his solar plexus.

It had been painful. Excruciating, even. Like a firestorm trapped inside him, blazing hot and demanding release.

His body trembled, sweat rolling down his spine as he recalled how his yang energy—straight from his "little dragon" (though after last night, it definitely deserved to be called "Big Dragon")—had been triumphant and proud, standing tall after he'd spit his special white fire deep inside Juliana's quivering pussy.

He almost lost focus just thinking about it.

The way she screamed, her body convulsing as he filled her up until she couldn't take it anymore.

Yeah, his little dragon had conquered her kingdom, left her dripping and delirious. He had to bite back a cocky laugh.

The potent energy from that night had almost overwhelmed him. His solar plexus burned like he'd swallowed the sun, the heat so intense he half-expected his skin to singe off.

He felt the fiery power surge through him, threatening to explode and scorch the world.

But his yang energy—fueled by the memory of pounding Juliana until she lost her voice—calmed the chaos, countering the enormous energy with that sweet satisfaction of dominance.

Hours passed. His body shivered and shook, sweat pouring down his face as he panted like a beast in heat.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity of edging, he did it. He created a small ball of light.

It floated there, shimmering and growing bigger as the leftover energy in his body poured into it. He watched it, mesmerized, feeling like the universe itself was bowing to him.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Artis's body thrummed with energy.

It wasn't just any energy—it was the kind that made him feel invincible, like he could punch through mountains or, better yet, through the defenses of a certain princess's chastity.

His newly-formed core hummed in his solar plexus, pulsating with power as his meridians soaked up the energy and sent it coursing through his veins.