NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

Juliana groaned, sprawled out on her bed like a starfish in distress, her hair fanned out around her as she stared at the ceiling.

Her room looked like a hurricane had hit her wardrobe—dresses flung everywhere, shoes tossed about like casualties of war.

And still, nothing. Not one damn dress that would do her justice tonight.

"Dammit!"

She cursed again, the word echoing off the walls as she threw an arm over her face.

"I can't believe this. Of all days... today's the day I need to look my hottest, and I've got nothing!"

And of course, it had to be tonight. With him. The man who made her knees buckle and her heart race. Artis.

That smug bastard had specifically told her to wear the sexiest dress she had, and she'd be damned if she showed up looking anything less than a walking wet dream.

But as her mind replayed his words, a familiar warmth ignited between her thighs. Her breath hitched, her legs rubbing together instinctively.

'Damn him...'

Just thinking about him had her body tingling. She squeezed her thighs tighter, trying to suppress the need building there.

Last night's memories flooded her mind—the way he'd grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he bent her over the table.

Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the way his cock had felt, thick and unrelenting, stretching her open as he pounded into her without mercy.

Her nails had scratched deep grooves into the wood, her screams echoing through the room as he took her again and again, until she was a trembling, soaking mess beneath him.

Juliana's breath grew ragged, her hips arching up off the bed as her fingers drifted to her thighs, tracing along her sensitive skin.

No... no, I can't...'

She bit her lip, forcing her hands to stay still. She needed to focus. She needed to find that damn dress.

But how the hell was she supposed to focus when her pussy was still throbbing from the memory of him?

Of the way he'd pulled her hair, his mouth on her neck, his voice growling in her ear, calling her his filthy little slut. She could still feel the ghost of his lips, the heat of his breath...

"Dammit!"

She cursed again, her hands fisting the sheets as her body burned with need. This is all his fault. That cocky, arrogant, insatiable man.

He was ruining her, body and mind. She was practically dripping just thinking about him.

"Oh god!"

She whimpered, her back arching off the bed as the heat coiled low in her belly.

"I can't... I need... oh fuck it!"

Her left hand shot up to grab her tits, squeezing the soft flesh until her nipples were rock hard beneath her fingers.

Her right hand wasted no time diving down to her soaking cunt, her fingers slipping through her folds as she moaned like a woman possessed.

But just as she was about to lose herself in the pleasure, reality crashed down on her like a bucket of ice water.

"Shit! What if Nadia walks in?!"

Her eyes flew open, panic flashing through them. Her head whipped towards the unlocked door, her heart racing.

"I didn't even lock the room—oh, oh my god... Why the fuck didn't I think of that earlier?!"

Suddenly, she got an idea!

Her body screamed in protest as she tore her hands away from her dripping core and rock-hard nipples.

She scrambled off the bed, her legs wobbling as she stumbled towards the door, nearly face-planting in her haste.

Her pussy was practically weeping with frustration, but she couldn't risk getting caught red-handed... or rather, wet-handed.

She crept out of her room, biting her lip to keep from whimpering as her thighs rubbed together, sending little jolts of pleasure through her.

She tiptoed to Nadia's room, pressing her ear against the shoji door.

She held her breath, straining to hear... and then a smile spread across her face as she caught the unmistakable sound of running water.

"She's in the bath... of course she is."

Juliana muttered, rolling her eyes. Nadia always took those long, luxurious baths that made her wonder how the girl still had skin left. It was like she was trying to turn into a raisin.

Rubbing her hands together like a cartoon villain, Juliana grinned wickedly.

"Perfect... that gives me plenty of time."

She looked eerily similar to a certain someone—someone who just last night had fucked her senseless on a dining table.

She slowly slid open the shoji door, just enough to peek inside. Sure enough, Nadia's clothes were tossed haphazardly on the floor, and the sound of humming came from the steaming bath beyond.

Juliana's grin widened, her pussy clenching with anticipation.

'Let's get inside...'

She didn't fully open it, just a crack. Enough for a normal person to squeeze through.

But Juliana quickly discovered she was anything but normal—at least, not with the way her massive tits and juicy ass got wedged right in the gap.

"Ow! Ow! Fuck!"

She hissed, wiggling like a stuck worm. She tried to back up, but her breasts were mashed tight against the frame, and her ass was basically hugging the door.

"Oh, for crying out—"

She pushed forward, then back, but all it did was make her boobs jiggle and her ass clap like an enthusiastic audience at a strip show.

"Ugh, seriously?! Betrayed by my own body!"

With a dramatic sigh, she gave up trying to squeeze through and shoved the door wide open, freeing herself with a satisfying pop.

She stumbled in, rubbing her chest and giving her ass a light smack.

"Ha! Easy."

She whispered, pretending she wasn't two seconds away from getting stuck like some pervy cartoon character.

Once she regained her composure (and made sure none of her bits were bruised), she looked towards the bathroom door.

Sure enough, she could hear the faint sound of water running and Nadia's off-key whistling. It was so bad that Juliana had to hold back a snort. Girl sounded like a dying walrus.

"Perfect," she whispered, grinning like a horny cat burglar. "Now, on to the search mission."

Her eyes locked onto the wardrobe, her target in sight. She tiptoed towards it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

But of course, like earlier, her body had other plans. Her ass cheeks bounced with every step, smacking together with a loud clap, clap, clap.