NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

Then he crashed. Face first.

"Graahh—Gawk!"

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Lily's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping so low it almost hit the ground.

Around her, the other workers wore identical expressions, frozen in shock as if someone had just paused reality itself.

Not a single person moved, their brains collectively short-circuiting at the scene before them.

The only ones who didn't look like statues were Artis and... the homo guy.

Artis stood there, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face like he'd just won the lottery.

Meanwhile, the homo guy's face was contorted in an expression so euphoric it was borderline pornographic.

His eyes rolled back, his knees buckling as his whole body shuddered like he'd just been struck by lightning.

Why, you ask?

Because Bicep Guy, in all his raging glory, hadn't just face-planted into the dirt.

Oh no, that would've been too merciful. Instead, in some sick twist of fate orchestrated by the universe itself, he had fallen face-first right into the homo guy's exposed, throbbing cock.

And it wasn't just a graze. His mouth was wide open from screaming, his broken jaw slack and useless.

The timing was almost poetic. The whole damn rod disappeared inside his mouth, swallowed to the base with one swift, horrifying movement.

For a moment, there was silence. A stunned, awkward silence where even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

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"Ahhh~"

The homo guy's eyes rolled so far back you'd think he was possessed. His knees trembled, his toes curled, and his entire body went rigid.

His balls tightened like they were trying to implode, and with a loud, shameless moan, he finally got his long-awaited release.

Thick, hot cum shot straight down Bicep Guy's throat, flooding his mouth before he even had the chance to gag.

His eyes bulged in horror, his body spasming as he tried to pull back, but the homo guy's hands instinctively flew to his head, holding him in place as his hips jerked forward, pumping every last drop into his unwilling 'partner.'

The workers' faces contorted, half in shock, half in morbid fascination. One guy in the back dry-heaved, but nobody looked away. It was like a car crash—horrible, grotesque, and yet they couldn't tear their eyes off it.

Lily's face was so red it looked like she was about to combust. Her brain refused to process what she was seeing, and her legs wobbled dangerously as she tried to stay upright.

Meanwhile, Artis just whistled, leaning back casually.

"Well, that's one way to shut someone up..."

The homo guy's body finally went limp, his face slackening as the last of his load drained down Bicep Guy's throat. He sighed, a blissful, satisfied noise that echoed through the courtyard.

Bicep Guy, on the other hand, looked like he'd been hit by a truck. His eyes were glazed over, his face pale, and his body frozen in shock.

When the homo guy's hands finally released him, he stumbled back, falling flat on his ass as his mouth hung open, a sticky white trail dripping from his lips.

He tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling noise as cum dribbled down his chin. His body trembled, his brain clearly struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Artis burst out laughing, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Oh man... I don't think he's ever gonna live that one down!"

The workers started to snicker, then chuckle, then outright howl with laughter.

Some were clutching their sides, tears streaming down their faces as they pointed at the poor, humiliated bastard lying on the ground.

Even Lily, despite all the shock and embarrassment, couldn't help the giggle that slipped out.

She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, but her shoulders were shaking, and her face was still bright red.

Bicep Guy looked around, his eyes darting from face to face, and the reality of his situation sank in. His face turned beet red, his mouth flapping uselessly as he tried to form words.

But all that came out was another wet gurgle.@@novelbin@@

Artis's grin widened.

"Looks like you finally learned how to swallow... too bad it wasn't your pride."

Artis howled with laughter, his hands clapping together as if he'd just witnessed the punchline of the century. He bent over, practically wheezing, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable mirth.

"By the way, I didn't know you were that eager to accept homosexuality, Mr. Bicep Guy!"

The workers who had wisely chosen to stay on the ground exchanged glances, their faces a mix of relief and sheer disbelief.

They were damn glad they hadn't joined the fight because clearly, the universe had a messed-up sense of humor today.

Meanwhile, Bicep Guy was in full-on denial mode. His face went from ghostly pale to beet red in a heartbeat, his brain rejecting every piece of evidence in front of him.

His trembling hand reached up, catching a string of the thick, sticky liquid that was slowly sliding down his chin.

He stared at it, his eyes wide with horror, before violently shaking his head as if that would magically erase the truth.

"N-no... no... no way..."

He muttered, his voice muffled by his broken jaw. He looked down, and there it was—his worst nightmare in physical form.

The homo guy's now-flaccid cock was just hanging out, as shameless and carefree as its owner, glistening with saliva and a satisfied sheen.

Bicep Guy's brain was short-circuiting. There was no way this was happening.

No way he had just face-dived into another man's cock and taken a mouthful of his cum.

Who the fuck would believe that? Hell, who the fuck would want to believe that?

Yet, the proof was all over him... literally. A sticky trail was still dribbling from his open mouth, leaking out onto his chin, his hands, and even his shirt.

Panic set in, his eyes wide with humiliation as he started to frantically scrape at his tongue, his fingers digging in so hard he almost gagged himself.