NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

"For the love of all the spiritual gods, Little Artis! Stop scaring the hell out of me!"

She clutched her chest, heart thumping like a drum solo at a tavern brawl.

"Sorry, sorry, Mommy! I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Yesterday was a total freak show! Did you have any trouble?"

Artis asked, scratching his head like a guilty puppy.

"Y-Yesterday?!"

She spun around to face him, her pulse racing for reasons that had nothing to do with fear.

'So what I thought happened actually did happen! It wasn't just a wild dream…'

"Yeah, Mommy! You don't remember? Those sleazy perverts were all over you, tugging at your robe, trying to undress you and shoving booze down your throat!"

Artis's feigned concern barely masked the gleam in his eyes, a mischievous smirk threatening to break loose as he stepped closer.

Juliana gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth.

"Oh my heavens! That actually happened?"

"Yes, Mommy! If your dear son hadn't stepped in, who knows what those slimeballs might've tried. Mommy, you've got to be more careful!"

"I— They were practically forcing me to drink—eek!"

She squealed as Artis pulled her right into his arms, squeezing her tight against his broad chest. Her curvaceous body molded against him, her ample, milfy chest pressing snugly into him.

"L-Little Artis!"

She stammered, wide-eyed as he held her closer than she'd ever been held in her life.

"I was so worried about you, Mommy."

He murmured, voice a mix of tenderness and melodrama.

"Seeing you in danger—having to watch them try to take advantage of you, forcing drinks on you—I couldn't just stand by!"

"It's fine, its fine. Nothing happened to me."

Juliana squirmed slightly, attempting to pull away, but he only held her closer, his arms wrapping tighter around her, as though he were her hero and she his beloved damsel.

"But how can I not be worried, Mommy? Father was laughing and clapping like a fucking fool while those bastards were groping you! He even said it was about time! How the hell can I not worry about my mother's well-being?"

Juliana's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Th-that can't be… Your father can't be serious…"

It was true that her husband turned into a completely different man when he was drunk. But would he really want others to treat her like that? Right?

'It's got to be the alcohol. Yeah, the booze is making him say stupid shit.'

"That can't be true, right, Artis? My husband would never allow this!"

She looked deep into Artis's eyes, searching for hope, for comfort, for the denial that would save her from the reality of her situation.

"No, Mommy. I saw it with my own eyes! Please, don't go near any strangers anymore. You're young and have a killer body that could make any man weak in the knees. Anyone would want to steal you away and have you bending over. So, please, be careful, Mommy!"

When Juliana heard the words "young" and "killer body," her face flushed a deep crimson. Her heart raced, and she felt a warmth spreading through her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in ages.

Even though it was Artis, hearing those words from a young man sent her insecurities about her body into overdrive, especially after her husband hadn't touched her in over a decade.

Desire flickered within her, a forgotten yearning to be seen as young and desirable by a virile male. It was a feeling she thought she'd buried, but now here was this cheeky little brat bringing it all rushing back, and it was more potent than she could ever have imagined.

"I-it's fine, Artis. I know not to drink anymore. Just... please let me go."

Juliana's eyes darted back and forth, struggling to hold his gaze, torn between the fluttering of her heart and the weight of her reality.

"I know we haven't been on the best terms, and it's mostly my fault. But I feel like I've wronged you for so long. All you've done is look after me, and I repaid you with nothing but despair and anger..."

Artis's smooth words sent her heart racing. This was the first time he had ever spoken to her like this, even going as far as calling her "mommy." Until today, she had only felt his contempt and hatred, but now the atmosphere had flipped entirely.

"Please, little Artis, don't say such things. We're family! And what do you mean by looking after you? I'm your mother—it's my job to take care of you."

Just as she tried to pull away, she felt him stop her, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"I'd like to restart our relationship..."

His hand slid down just enough to press against her lower back, a gentle but deliberate caress that made her swallow hard. The intent was clear, and the air between them crackled with tension.

"It's too late, I know. But can you..."

His hand slid a little lower, and she instinctively clenched her ass cheeks, a spark of electricity coursing through her.

"...give me another chance? To be a proper son. To be loved by you."

His palm hovered just above her ass crack, teasingly close. Every fiber of her being screamed to run, but the promise in his words wrapped around her like a warm embrace. It was something she had longed for, a flicker of desire igniting in the depths of her heart.

"Li-little Artis..."

Her breath hitched, a delightful shiver racing up her spine.

"I wanna restart, Mommy. Please let me."

"Nghh~"

A soft moan slipped past her lips as his palm lifted, teasing the edges of her anticipation.

She let out a soft moan as she felt his palm rise, her heart racing with wild anticipation. She knew that when that hand came down next, it was going to land squarely on her ass cheeks, and the thought made her whole body flush with heat.

"I know you long for love... And I want to give it to you..."

Her heart raced like a wild stallion, pounding furiously against her chest. Artis's words had morphed from innocent son-talk into something far more suggestive, igniting a fire deep within her.

Juliana didn't notice the shift; she was too busy feeling her entire body flush with heat, like she'd just stepped into a sauna.

Her little sister was practically leaking with excitement, a scandalous aura hanging in the air. And then there was Artis's hand, hovering perilously close to her ass cheeks as if it were a magnet drawn to its target.

And then it happened...