NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

Artis crossed his arms, watching with an amused smirk as she started packing the flowers, carefully wrapping each one in parchment paper with delicate, nimble fingers.

She moved with the ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times, but what caught his attention wasn't the efficiency.

It was the way her tits kept jiggling every time she reached forward, the subtle bounce making it impossible to look anywhere else.

And that tunic?

It was working overtime. Straining. Clinging. Desperately trying to keep the goods under wraps but failing miserably.

If she wasn't wearing a bra, he was sure those perky nipples would've already made an introduction—front and center, demanding attention.

'Shit. I hope she bends over just one more time.'

Rai, completely oblivious, helped his mother arrange the flowers neatly. Meanwhile, Artis was out here experiencing the world's most erotic flower-packing session.

After a few minutes, Lily finished stacking the flowers into a gorgeous, well-organized display.

She looked up, smiling sweetly.

"All yours."

She said, dusting off her hands. Her tits bounced. Again.

Artis was going to fucking die.

"But since you need a tour, I'll safeguard these in the cart. You can grab them after, okay?"

Smart woman.

"Good. I was dreading carrying all those flowers in my hands. Good job, Lily. Let's begin."

"Sure thing, sir. Just a minute."

And then—oh, sweet heavens—she bent over.@@novelbin@@

Fully.

To store the flowers in a lower compartment beneath the cart.

And Artis was gifted with the single greatest view of his life.

Her ass lifted slightly, round and plump, the curve of her hips accentuated by the way her skirt hugged her frame.

He swallowed hard.

Fuck.

That skirt was just short enough to tease.

Just loose enough to sway.

And just thick enough to make him wonder what was hiding underneath.

She reached forward to lock the compartment, her entire body shifting in the most mouthwatering way possible.

Artis let out a slow breath, mentally cursing the gods for testing his restraint.

This woman was a menace.

And he was enjoying every second of it.

'I will have this bitch no matter what!!'

It was vow. A vow he will make right.

Then she stood up—slow, sultry, deliberate.

Her hands casually dusted off her thick, juicy ass cheeks, sinking into the soft flesh before emerging back. The bounce? Immediate. The jiggle? Criminal.

Artis nearly groaned.

'Oh, she knows what she's doing.'

He wasn't even being subtle about watching. Who could blame him? The way those fingers sank into her plump ass, kneading it ever so slightly, like she was testing a freshly baked loaf of sinful, bouncy bread—

Gods damn.

She rounded the stall, Rai already running ahead, his little feet thumping excitedly against the ground. Meanwhile, Artis was stuck in a haze, watching the way her hips swayed with every single fucking step.

Then—suddenly—she stopped.

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Close.

So fucking close.

Chest-to-face close.

She tilted her head up, looking at him through thick lashes.

Then she smirked.

And grabbed his hand.

Artis' brain short-circuited.

'What the fuck—?!'

His entire body stiffened—and not just in the metaphorical sense.

Then—before he could react—she raised her voice loud enough for the whole damn street to hear.

"Oh, THANK YOU, sir, for this WONDERFUL opportunity!" she practically moaned, drawing eyes from nearby stalls.

Artis immediately felt every single pair of eyes snap toward them.

'What the fuck is she planning?!'

But she wasn't done.

"Even though you bought ALL the flowers on my stall for just SEVEN COPPERS…"

Her voice dripped with dramatic gratitude, and she fluttered her lashes like a blushing maiden.

Oh, she was good.

Too good.

Artis could practically hear the hushed whispers already.

"…The BIGGEST blessing for me is to show such a BEAUTIFUL and HOT creature like YOU around."

And then—holy fuck—she leaned in.

Right against his chest.

Soft. Warm.

Her full tits pressed just enough to tease.

The contact was **barely there—**just enough heat to feel through his tunic, but not enough for him to claim it as an accident.

She fucking knew what she was doing.

And she smirked.

Artis felt his entire body freeze.

'WHAT THE FUCK—?!'

And then—suddenly—it hit him.

This scheming little minx.

She wasn't just flirting.

'Oh, this bitch is clever.'

Artis smirked. She was using him.

Loudly. Publicly.

By making it sound like she sold all her flowers for just seven measly coppers, she was killing any suspicion about the fat gold coin he'd just handed over. Smart.

Smart.

Devious.

And gods-fucking-damn sexy.

Artis' gaze drifted down, and there she was, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes—a sweet, manipulative little fox pressing herself all too eagerly against his chest.

Her full, round tits squished right against his stomach, soft and warm, as if they belonged there.

And that smile?

Pure fucking evil.

He could feel the tension in the air around them, thick and heavy like a storm waiting to break.

And then it did.

Like a pack of wild dogs catching the scent of a fresh, juicy steak, the crowd reacted.

First, the men.

Mouths hanging open. Eyes twitching. Hands tightening into fists.

Pure male agony.

"What a dumb bitch! All that for seven coppers?!"

"Are you fucking serious?! This uptight prude—who didn't even blink when that red monkey came sniffing around—is now melting like butter over some pretty white monkey?!"

"That lucky fucker just walked in and stole the best girl. Just like that!"

Their emotions ran wild.

Angry. Jealous. Envious. Horny. Downright murderous.

Then came the women.

The ones who had been eyefucking him to hell and back only moments ago.

And now?

Now they were seething.

Their emotions were a tangled mess of shock, bitterness, and pure, unfiltered envy.

"Her?! Her?! That dumb bumbling bitch got lucky!"

"Look at her, glued to him like a cheap whore."

"Gods, if I were her, I wouldn't leave his side for the next ten years. I'd make sure he fucked me stupid every single night."

"She should just get on her knees and suck him off right here for that kinda luck."

"If that were me, I'd be a cum-drunk milking cow by now."

Artis blinked.

Holy fucking shit.

This market was filled with absolute degenerates.

And honestly?

He loved it.

His lips curled into a lazy smirk, his amusement growing by the second.

Lily wanted to play dirty?

Fine.

Let's fucking play.