For a moment, Artis was taken aback. Juliana had pulled his hand to her chest, pressing it firmly against her soft, ample breasts, moaning with a quiet intensity that sent his thoughts spinning.
'What the hell? She was just letting these losers touch her? Guess I can't blame her.'
He thought, shrugging to himself.
After all, she was a stunner, especially for a woman in her forties—her curves put women half her age to shame. With a husband who hadn't laid a finger on her in a decade, it was no wonder she'd slipped into this situation.
C0cktimus Prime clearly wrote her this way, a temptation wrapped up with her own "dilemma" just waiting for the protagonist to solve and win her over.
A slow smile crept over Artis's lips.
'Not this time.'
If he stayed in this world long enough, he'd take every last one of these women right out from under the so-called hero's nose.
"But first, let's make sure dear stepmom has something to remember me by…"
His fingers traced the knot of her robe, and with a smooth pull, he untied it, watching the fabric slip away to reveal her warm, inviting body—voluptuous, mature, and everything he'd imagined.
Artis grinned, taking in Juliana's body.
"A fine wine, indeed."
She was just as the author had penned her: full, supple breasts that seemed to fill his palms perfectly, curves that could make even the heavens weep, and a figure that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
But one thing puzzled him—she wore nothing beneath her robe. No bra, no panties. Just her bare, mature body waiting beneath the fabric.
"So, you were ready for a little 'company,' hmm?"
He murmured, raising a brow. His gaze drifted down, noticing the soft, untouched look of her puffy pussy, the natural warmth radiating off her.
"Heh, why are the men in this world so utterly useless?"
He muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.
"They've got these divine bombs of flesh right under their noses, and they're just wasting them. Tsk, tsk."
He couldn't help but imagine what he'd be doing if he were in those spineless husbands' places. There'd be no "wasted potential." Oh no, he'd make sure those beauties got more than they bargained for every day, their needs met till they couldn't even think about anything but him.
"Touch me… aaah… here… oh, no… I have a husband… I'm drunk… I can't push you away… nooo…"
His so-called stepmother's tipsy little whispers drifted to him from the other room, her voice filled with longing, her soft body probably aching for any hint of warmth.
'So that's how it is.'
The truth was out.
This woman was starving for attention, for a lover who wouldn't be too shy to take her as she begged for. Yet, with her prim little conscience nagging her, she'd turned to wine to drown the guilt, letting the liquid courage do the talking.
"Poor 'Mommy' here, just craving a real man."
He muttered under his breath, unable to resist smirking at the thought.
"Well, don't worry, beautiful. Your stepson's more than ready to make sure you're taken care of from now on."
"Husband… ahh… I'm such a bad woman… aaahhh…"
He shook his head. This was getting nowhere. She needed to shut up.
He slid his fingers over her slick, puffy folds, starting with a slow, teasing massage along her outer lips. His fingers brushed up and down, tracing the delicate lines, and when he gently pressed the tips inside, she let out a low, breathy moan.
"Ohhhh."
She gasped, her hips bucking instinctively as he found her most sensitive spots, her back arching with each slow, skillful motion.
"Seems like someone's enjoying herself."
He teased, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot.
"N-no... it's... ahh... it's bad. Don't... don't touch me there."
He smirked, leaning close to her ear.
"Oh, it's not bad. It's exactly what you've been aching for, isn't it? That body of yours is just begging to be tamed. And now, dear… you're going to get exactly what you've been craving."
With that, he plunged his fingers deeper, the slick warmth around him only making him move faster, the sound of her moans spurring him on.
"Ah… so… so shameful. D-don't look, husband… this… this man is—ahh, nghh—defiling me…"
Her hips bucked, and her thighs spread wider as her body betrayed her with every moan and twitch. Her face flushed deeply, her lips parted, and her eyes glazed over as the pleasure overtook her.
Her juices ran down his fingers, soaking him as he played her body expertly, pulling deeper, louder moans from her.
"I'm a… bad wife… ahhh, so… so shameful…"
Her moans grew louder as her body edged closer to release, her hips moving eagerly against his hand.
But just when she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled his fingers out, and she let out a desperate, frustrated moan, her hips squirming, reaching for him to complete what he'd started.
"Nah uh, not today, mommy! I won't give you any relief. You need to be in a constant state of horniness, like a cat in heat. Tomorrow, I want you to be in total despair. Your pussy should be quivering with frustration. But for now, let's try this!"
He dramatically parted his robe and revealed his little buddy. It was the first time he had actually seen it up close. Sure, he'd heard about it in novels, but seeing it in person? That was a whole different adventure!
"Holy damn! Now that's what I call a villain's cock!"
He marveled, eyeing it like a prized trophy. It was about 9 inches long—veiny, girthy, and ready for action. If it were any longer, it might not be enjoyable for the women, and if it were any shorter, well, it wouldn't meet the qualifications for a pervert minor villain's toolkit.
With a wicked grin spreading across his face, he decided to give Juliana a taste of his audacity.
He playfully slapped it against her face—targeting her nose and lips like a mischievous cat swatting at a toy. The unmistakable, musky aroma of sweat and horniness filled the air, invading her nostrils like an unexpected guest crashing a party.
"Nooo... what is that? It's so hot... and smells bad... but so good..."
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, eyes wide as they fixated on the impressive member that was smacking her face. Her heart raced like a drum, and the heat radiating from it felt like it was burning straight through her soul.
"Yes, breathe it in. Let that aroma envelop you. That's the scent of a man—a real man. You need to remember this intoxicating fragrance."
He began to rock his cock between her luscious, full lips, urging her to inhale deeper. She parted her lips wider, drawn in by the overwhelming mix of musk and desire that filled the air, her instincts kicking in as she surrendered to the moment.
'Damn, I want to get a blow job, but not like this. Where's the fun in that? I want to see how horniness can transform a good woman. I wonder how much of a cock she can take to truly satisfy her cravings.'
With a reluctant smirk, Artis began to rock his cock back and forth, teasingly lifting it to dangle his heavy balls in front of her face. She opened her mouth wide, instinctively drawn to the sight of him, and felt his balls dip inside, the warmth enveloping her tongue.
"Ohh yes, good girl."
Her tongue flicked out, eagerly licking his balls, slobbering over them and coating them in her sweet saliva
"Oh fuck…"
The way she was suckling on his cock drove him wild with desire. Her luscious lips wrapped around him, and her soft tongue slithered around his balls like a snake, igniting every nerve in his body.
"Yes, like that. Good girl."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. He could see her nipples standing at attention, begging for attention.
'Shit… I wanna fuck her mouth. Restrain, Artis, restrain. We can save that for later.'
With a reluctant sigh, he pulled his balls back, resting his entire manhood on her face. It was a sight to behold—like a divine statue of a god posing in all its glory.
'Damn, what a fucking scene.'
He leaned down, delivering playful smacks to her pussy, eliciting a delightful whimper as she writhed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Remember mommy, you're going to be so horny in the morning. And Artis will be right there to take full advantage of that."
Axel said with a sly grin. At least he knew that was the case. This minor villain could sniff out an opportunity to be a pervert faster than a wolf spotting a sheep. If a woman walked by, he wouldn't hesitate to dip down and get a whiff of her ass cheeks before she even knew what hit her.
"Aah, more, more..."
Juliana pleaded, her eyes sparkling with need.
But Axel chuckled, playfully tidying her robe before making his exit. He leaned against the shoji door, lost in thought about the last few hours—everything he had witnessed, all the feelings that had stirred within him. But now, it was time to hit the sack and let the man take control back.
"If this is just a dream, then all I've done here is utterly pointless. But if it's something more... then I pray Artis seizes this opportunity to give me a little something to jack off."
Axel mused, chuckling to himself as he strolled toward his room.
He sauntered past his snoring brother-in-law and pushed open the shoji door, plopping straight onto the bed without even bothering to flick off the light. That's how tired he was—like a cultivator after a grueling day of training.
"If I get one more shot at this, I'm definitely snatching that dual cultivation scroll from the palace. What could be better for a pervert than that kind of power?"
He thought, already daydreaming about all the wild possibilities.
With that tantalizing thought in mind, Axel drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware that he had just kicked off a whole new branch of his story—one that was about to get a lot more interesting.