NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

The chaos in the market was fucking delicious. Artis smirked down at Lily, watching the way her eyes glimmered with mischief.

'Oh, you sneaky little bitch. You knew exactly what you were doing.'

Well, two could play at that game. He wasn't about to lose.

With zero warning, he clapped a heavy hand down onto her shoulder—hard.

SMACK!

The loud, meaty slap echoed through the air like a thunderclap, and Lily let out a groan as she nearly buckled under the force.

"Come on, bitch, show me around."

Artis ordered, grinning.

Lily hissed through her teeth, rubbing her poor, abused shoulder. But when she looked up at him—saw that devilish smirk, the undeniable amusement in his eyes—she couldn't help it.

She smiled back. This bastard was playing along. He got it.And fuck, it was working. Because the market lost its collective goddamn mind.

The women?

Absolutely feral.

"Oh, fuck."

"Gods above, the way he just…"

"Did you see that?! That power?! That dominance?! I need him to slap my ass like that."

"If I were her, I'd be bent over a stall by now, begging for his cock."

"I swear to the gods, if she doesn't suck his dick by sundown, I'm gonna be so pissed."

Meanwhile, the men?

Fucking livid.

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"That lucky son of a bitch! Look at him, just taking a fat piece of ass like it's nothing!"

"I can't believe she'd go for this guy and not me! I was right fucking there!"

"What the fuck is happening in this city?! First that red-haired bastard swoops in and corrupts all the lonely housewives, and now this guy is stealing the market girls?!"

"Why the fuck are handsome men multiplying?! How the hell are we supposed to compete?!"

The market was a riot of emotions.

Anger. Jealousy. Lust. Absolute, unhinged horniness.

Lily glanced around, seeing the madness she had just unleashed.

"Yes, sir, right this way."

Lily beamed, throwing in a cheeky little curtsy, before turning on her heel and sauntering forward.

Artis followed.

Not that he had much of a choice.

Because the second she started walking, his eyes locked onto the one thing that demanded his absolute attention.

That ass. And fuck, what an ass it was. It moved. It bounced. It had a perfect, hypnotic sway, shifting left and right, up and down, taunting him with every step she took. It was a show.

And he was loving every second of it.

He grinned to himself.

'Oh yeah… this is gonna be fun.'

And so, their little "tour" began. Lily chattered away, pointing out all the best spots.

Which food stalls had the best grilled meat. Which bridge gave the sexiest, most romantic view of the Inner Sect. Where to buy the freshest, juiciest fish. Where to find sweets so damn good, they'd make a grown man moan.

All the while, Artis nodded along, making the occasional sound of interest—even though his focus never fucking left her ass.

But they weren't the only ones watching. Because someone else had their eyes locked on them.

A hooded figure, leaning casually against a wall in the distance.

Her face was partially hidden, but her sharp, superior eyes were zeroed in on them with laser focus.

Her plump lips were slightly parted, and—if you looked close enough—you could see the faintest dusting of red creeping up her cheeks.

But the real giveaway?

Her tail.

A fluffy, feline tail, currently tucked tightly between her thick thighs and juicy ass cheeks, as if concealing it would somehow make her invisible.

Her cat ears twitched violently.@@novelbin@@

Her whole body was tense.

And judging by the way her sharp nails dug into the wall, she was not happy.

It was none other than Daphne herself.

"Pervert…"

She muttered under her breath, her sharp elven eyes locked onto Artis as he followed a single foot behind the flower woman—just close enough to have a prime, unrestricted view of her bouncing, jiggling, sinfully thick ass.

Of course, it was him.

Because who the fuck else would be shameless enough to ogle a woman's ass in broad daylight like a horny teenager who just discovered tits?

She gritted her teeth. Her fingers twitched. A violent urge to kick him straight in the cock bubbled inside her.

But it wasn't just this that pissed her off.

No.

It was last night.

Her ass still burned from the memory.

That fucking human. That filthy, lowborn, bottom-feeding waste of existence had dared—DARED—to just grab her ass. Like it was the most normal fucking thing in the world.

She was a warrior. A guard of the goddamn elven princess. A woman of honor, discipline, and strength.

And yet, this cocky asshole had the audacity to cup her ass like a stress ball—right there, in front of everyone—like she was just some busty barmaid waiting to be fondled.

Nobody had ever touched her like that before. Not in battle. Not in the heat of a mission. Not even in the fucking bathhouse. And yet, he had.

And the worst part?

She should've broken his arm. She wanted to. But she couldn't.

Not after she'd already screwed herself over by twisting it before. The princess had lectured her. That stupid hero had scolded her.

And the fatty?

That fucking fatty had the audacity to laugh.

She had kicked his meaty balls for that. Right in the fucking nuts. Served him right.

Daphne let out a long breath, her tense shoulders slowly relaxing.

She wasn't gonna let this ruin her mood. She was gonna stay calm. She was gonna—

Her eyes sharpened. Her fists clenched.

Because right in front of her, that pig of a man was about to do something. Something that made her blood fucking boil.

"That pig!!"

...

Lily was practically bouncing as she hopped around, pointing excitedly at every little thing in the market.

"This one makes the best grilled pork skewers!"

"Oh, and this stall sells little fish you can throw into the temple's sacred pond for good luck!—RAI, STOP LICKING THAT SWEET CART, YOU MENACE!"

Artis was thoroughly entertained.

Partly because Lily was just adorable in her excitement.

But mostly because every hop, twirl, and dramatic point sent her fat tits jiggling inside her light brown tunic, the poor fabric struggling to contain her sinful curves.

Little Rai was also running ahead, spinning around, and generally being a tiny tornado of chaos.

Everything was going great.

Until—

"MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!!!"

Both of them stopped and turned—just in time to see a horse fucking barreling toward them. A galloping wall of muscle and hooves was inches away from flattening Lily like a pancake.

Her eyes went wide. She let out a small, helpless gasp.

And then—

Artis grabbed her. By the tits.

His hands sank deep into her swollen, soft breasts, fingers sinking into flesh that was way too big to fit in his hands, and yanked her into his chest.

The horse zoomed past, a powerful gust of wind sending loose papers and skirts flying. Lily, however, was still frozen. Breathing hard. Her big tits still cupped in his firm grip.

Artis—being the respectable gentleman that he was—didn't let go. Instead, he gave her a solid squeeze. Just to make sure she was unharmed.

"THANK YOUUUUUU!!!"

The reckless bastard on the horse turned around, flashed a shit-eating grin, and winked at Artis before bolting the fuck off.

That. Fucker.

"THAT FUCKER!"

"COME BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!!"

The crowd exploded into outrage, cursing at the lazy horse-riding menace who nearly turned Lily into marketplace roadkill.

But Lily—

Lily just stood there. Fist tightened. Brows twitching. She took a slow, deep breath. Then turned to Artis, her voice calm but deadly.

"Umm, sir. First of all, thank you for saving me, but your hand is on my—"

She never finished the sentence. Because before she could even say "tits," Artis fucking roared.

"MOTHERFUCKER! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING LIKE THAT?!"

His voice boomed through the marketplace.

"WHAT, YOU IN A HURRY TO BUY GAS MEDICINE FOR YOUR WHORE MOTHER?!"

The entire crowd went dead silent. Jaw-dropping, eye-bulging, stunned silence. Even the fucking birds stopped chirping. Lily's brain short-circuited. Her mouth fell open. Her ears twitched violently.

What the actual fuck did she just hear?

This god-sculpted, tall, dangerously attractive man—who looked like he should be spouting poetic nonsense about the moonlight and destiny—just cussed out a stranger like an absolute gutter-trash lowlife.

And—

AND HIS HANDS WERE STILL ON HER GODDAMN TITS.

Not just on them—oh, no. The bastard was squeezing them. Like they were stress balls. Like they were meant to be tested for quality and durability.

And AND—

Something hard. Thick. Pulsing. Was pressing against her ass. Her brain was screaming, but her body?

Her traitorous body began giggle because what he said made her genuinely lose her shit. And then it became full-on howling.

She tilted her head back, slapped her thighs, and let out the filthiest, most delighted cackle. Even her breasts jiggled with every shake of her shoulders, making Artis' grip tighten instinctively.

And her ass? Her thick, perfectly round, bouncy ass? Shaking and trembling with laughter, grinding against him like a fucking stripper on payday.

Artis' cock twitched. He liked this bitch.

Oh, he really fucking liked this bitch.