NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

"I mean, come on, LOOK AT THAT FUCKER!"

Artis threw his arms up, still keeping one firm, possessive grip on Lily's pillowy tits.

"He's speeding off like he's got the explosive diarrhea of a lifetime—like he just chugged three gallons of spoiled milk and now he's in a race against his own goddamn sphincter!"

The marketplace fucking lost it.

People clutched their stomachs, bent over in laughter, while others just stood there, eyes wide, trying to process the absolute filth that just came out of this ridiculously handsome man's mouth.

And Lily?

Lily was gone.

Her knees buckled as she wheezed, clutching her stomach, eyes tearing up from how fucking funny this all was.

The worst—or best—part?

She was so goddamn distracted by her own laughter that she completely forgot— Artis' hands were still glued to her tits. And something big, hard, and unreasonably thick was pressing against her ass crack.

And it was fucking twitching.

"Ha ha ha! S-STOP!"

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, trying to hold in her giggles.

"I-I did not expect such filthy, vile words from you, sir! You—you look like a noble, better than a noble! But the words you speak—"

She shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

"Even a beggar would cover his ears in shame!"

Artis smirked.

'Smile all you want, dear. Laugh all you want.'

The more she laughed, the more her body bounced. The more her tits jiggled in his hands. The more her ass cheeks grinded against his stiff cock.

And oh, was she grinding.

That plump, round, sinful ass was suffocating his poor, helpless dragon. Like two soft, warm pillows desperately trying to strangle his cock into submission.

He let out a low, amused chuckle, but his mind? His mind was laser-focused on the heavenly pair of tits in his hands.

Unlike Nadia's massive melons that spilled out like overfilled water balloons, and Juliana's soft, bouncy tits that molded into anything that touched them—

Lily's breasts were different. Firm. Perky. Soft as silk, yet holding their shape perfectly. The kind of tits that didn't just bounce. They fucking fought gravity and won.

And right now?

They were fighting his grip.

And losing. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

Maybe it was the bra. Maybe it wasn't.

But Artis had a sneaking suspicion that these so-called 'bras' in this world weren't like the structured, molded masterpieces of his old life. No underwire, no push-up padding, no intricate engineering designed to keep gravity-defying tits in check.

No, what these women probably called a 'bra' was just a glorified strip of cotton, half-assedly wrapped around their chests like a cheap bandage.

And that meant...

Everything he was feeling right now?

That was pure, unfiltered, unrestrained Lily.

Her perky, soft-yet-firm tits, pressing into his hands, her nipples hidden but undoubtedly there, just beneath the fabric.

He swallowed hard.

'I need a thorough examination of this...'

For science.

For educational purposes.

For absolutely no degenerate reasons whatsoever.

"I mean, come on..."

He chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant while still mentally cataloging every detail of her tits for later 'research.'

"I might look refined, but I grew up in the outer sect. Of course, my words are as crude as a drunk beggar."

He threw in a sheepish grin, the perfect distraction maneuver. And then, ever so smoothly, he released her breasts. With great fucking reluctance. Like letting go of the holy grail after just one sip.

'Not me, nor the real Artis, actually lived here his whole life. But let's be honest, you don't actually give a fuck about my backstory right now.'

The laughter in the market was finally dying down. The adrenaline rush from almost getting trampled to death by horse diarrhea man was wearing off.

And that meant one thing—@@novelbin@@

It was only a matter of time before Lily's brain caught up and realized:

"Wait a fucking minute, this bastard was straight-up groping me."

So he did the smart thing. He let go first. That way, in her mind, it wouldn't feel like he'd been squeezing her tits like stress balls on purpose.

No, no, this way it would seem like—

He'd only touched her 'involuntarily' while saving her life. Like a noble, selfless hero. And not a depraved bastard who was already planning his next squeeze opportunity.

God, he was a genius.

"I see... but weren't you and the young master close?"

Lily adjusted her skirt, giving it a little tug, the fabric hugging her plump thighs just a little too snugly before bouncing back into place.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression curious, teasing... but also calculating.

'Ah, so she does know me, huh?'

Artis thought, suddenly resisting the urge to punch Jin's stupid smug face for ever existing.

The last thing he wanted was to be associated with that walking cum-stain.

But instead of voicing that, he just plastered on an awkward smile, like a man who just realized he'd been walking around with his fly open.

Lily noticed.

She noted the subtle shift in his expression, how he suddenly looked like he was contemplating the meaning of life and regretting all his past sins.

"You know me?" he finally asked, playing dumb.

Lily smirked.

"Not the current you. The old you. The delinquent one. The little shit who used to run around causing chaos with the young master and his band of equally annoying dipshits."

She chuckled, her eyes flickering with nostalgia—like someone reminiscing about that one neighborhood menace everyone had war stories about.

"You and the young master and his entourage used to come here all the time, making a mess, stirring up trouble… laughing like idiots."

She sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest, as if recalling her traumatic past.

"I used to hide behind my mother... who hid behind my father... because none of us wanted to be noticed by you little terrors."

She shot him a playful glare.

"Thank the gods you were only interested in pulling pranks instead of, you know, actually terrorizing innocent market folk."

She paused, tapping her chin.

"But then, after a while, you all stopped showing up. The young master vanished. And you? You disappeared too."