NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

Meanwhile, Artis skidded to a perfect, ridiculous stop near the utterly violated exposed man.

And then—he DROPPED Lily right onto her feet. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Right in front of him.

Like an offering to the gods of debauchery.

The Exposed Man gulped.

Hard.

His very-average, very-pathetic, very-traumatized little soldier twitched in fear.

Lily, however, was still processing the fact that she had just been princess-carried like a damn damsel and yeeted into some kind of cult initiation.

"W-what the fuck are we doing?!"

She snapped. Artis grinned.

"Making history, Lily."

"What the—?! What history are you even talking about? What the fuck is going on?!"

Lily's entire face was flushed.

Not just because she had been manhandled like some helpless princess, which, let's be honest, Hajin had NEVER done—and now she was dangerously aware that she kind of... wanted to be carried like that.

Not just because there was a naked, trembling, pathetically exposed man in front of her, sitting there like a sacrificial lamb.

But also because she had absolutely no clue how the hell this situation had spiraled into this.

So, in sheer self-preservation, she did the only logical thing.

She turned her back to the dangling trauma victim in front of her and instead locked eyes with the handsome devil responsible for this mess.

Artis.

Who, despite singlehandedly causing absolute fucking chaos, was now looking at her with the face of a pure, innocent man who had definitely not just pantsed a dude in broad daylight.

And then, with a dazzling smile that could probably scam virgins into cults, he said:

"You're in a relationship, right?"

Lily squinted.

"...Yeah?"

His grin stretched wider.

"And since you're in a relationship, you also support any kind of love between two individuals, right?"

The way he said it. Sweet. Innocent. As if he wasn't actively running a circus.

Lily blinked.

"Y-yeah? I mean—yes. Any kind of love is love. It's for an individual to choose who they love."

She answered honestly.

Did she know where the fuck this was going?

Absolutely not.

But did she want to see how far this beautiful disaster would go?*

Abso-fucking-lutely. And she wasn't the only one.

Because even the fallen workers—who were PRETENDING to be unconscious—had one eye open, watching this lunacy unfold with absolute, perverted intrigue.

They, too, wanted to see where the hell this trainwreck was headed. And at this point? Lily was thrilled.

"Good."

Artis grinned, flashing teeth so white they could con a priest.

"That means love between two men counts, too, right?"

Lily's entire brain short-circuited.

'Wait… what?'

Her eyes immediately darted from the handsome devil to the shaking, naked pervert sitting there like a human sacrifice.

And for some fucking reason, an ugly, unwanted wave of jealousy surged through her chest.

'Wait, wait, WAIT. Does he mean… HIM and THIS GUY?!'

She did not like that thought.

Not even a little bit.

"What the—?! I… uh… I mean, yes, I guess—" she stammered, trying to sound normal but failing miserably. "I-it's between two consenting adults—eeeh!"

She let out a startled yelp.

Because Artis's hands—big, firm, obnoxiously confident—suddenly gripped her hips.

He leaned in, one side of his face pressing dangerously close to her stomach as he tilted his head, staring straight at the trembling, dick-out, terror-filled man on the ground.

"Look here."

Artis's voice was low, smooth, and borderline erotic—but his words were pure evil.

"I will make sure you're accepted here, okay?"

Lily fucking froze.

Her breath hitched because she could feel him.His hot breath teasing against her belly.

His fingers gripping her waist like she was a prized possession he wasn't letting go of anytime soon.

Meanwhile, the Exposed Man looked up, eyes wide with raw horror. On one side, a glorious piece of ass was in his direct line of sight.

On the other?

A fucking lunatic.

A handsome, physically superior, deranged lunatic.

A lunatic who was so close to the ass that he had no idea if he was about to witness a beautiful love story or a violent execution.

And worst of all? HE COULDN'T EVEN FULLY LOOK AT THE ASS. Because of the Mad Man's face in front of it.

'I'M NOT A HOMO, DAMMIT!'

The Exposed Man internally wailed, his very average little soldier shriveling into pure panic mode.

'What the fuck is this crazy bastard thinking?!'

He wanted to speak up. He wanted to protest. But he valued his life.

And who the fuck in their right mind talks back to a man who is this powerful and this insane at the same time?

Any other powerful man would've just killed them by now. But not Artis.

Oh no.

This handsome devil wasn't here to kill.

He was here to play.

"Aah~"

A soft, startled sound escaped Lily's lips.

without warning—before she, before the naked pervert, before even God himself could process what the fuck was happening—

He did it.

Artis, with the confidence of a devil in heat, just casually grabbed the underside of her full, perfectly plump and fat ass cheeks.

Both of them.

Like it was his fucking right.

His strong, bold fingers sank into the plush flesh with absolute authority, like he owned them.

And fuck—her cheeks were so damn big they spilled over his fingers, soft and oh-so-grabbable.

The world stopped.

Men who were pretending to be knocked out opened one eye, blinking in pure disbelief.

The Exposed Man, already traumatized, audibly choked on his own spit.

Even the bicep guy, who had been running behind them like a gym-bro terminator, froze mid-stride.

And then…

Artis tilted his hands up and down.

And Lily's thick, perfect ass—jiggled.

Slowly.

Beautifully.

Like a sinful masterpiece in motion.

"Look at them."

Artis's voice was dangerous, smooth, and dripping with amusement.

His fingers pressed, lifted, squeezed—creating the most enticing ripple effect imaginable.@@novelbin@@

"And look at them carefully."

He said this to the Exposed Man.

As if he was showing off a prize possession.

As if this was an educational moment.

As if this wasn't one of the most absurdly perverse things happening in broad daylight.