NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 142: You are the Reason!

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"Shh, Lily. No words."

Artis’s voice was a deep, husky purr, the kind that could make a nun reconsider her vows. And that was all it took.

Lily’s resolve shattered, and before she could stop herself, she let out the most embarrassingly sexy moan that had ever escaped her lips.

It was the kind of sound that could make grown men cry—or, in this case, make every guy within earshot pop a boner so hard they’d be pitching tents for days.

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The men sprawled around the clearing—bruised, defeated, egos crushed—perked up immediately, eyes wide, jaws slack.

A couple of them actually gasped, and one poor bastard clutched his chest like he was having a heart attack. But nope. Just his dick twitching so violently he might as well have been electrocuted.

"Did... did she just...?" one guy stammered, his voice cracking.

"Oh, she did," another whispered, his eyes glued to the scene like he was watching the world’s best porno.

Artis fingers sank deeper into Lily’s breasts, those perfect, bouncy tits that were softer than any pillow ever made.

They felt so damn good under his hands that he had to bite back a groan of his own, fingers squeezing just enough to make her shudder.

The way her body arched toward him, her nipples hardening under his palms—fuck, it was like her body was begging for more.

And that look on her face? Eyes hazy, mouth open, cheeks redder than a tomato? It was enough to drive any man to madness.

Meanwhile, poor Bicep Guy was caught somewhere between homicidal rage and explosive lust.

His face was as red as his throbbing cock, which was so hard it was probably leaving a dent in his pants.

But was he mad? Turned on? Both? Hell if he knew. All he knew was that his eyes were glued to the way Artis’s hands sank into that perfect, jiggling flesh.

’That should be me. That should be ME!’

His inner monologue was a whirlwind of anger, jealousy, and sheer desperation.

He and his friends had been scheming for months on how to get Lily under them—dreaming of breaking her in, hearing her moan their names.

They even had a betting pool on who could make her scream the loudest.

And now? This pretty-boy nobody shows up out of thin air, acting like she’s his own personal plaything? Fuck that.

If anyone was going to make her scream, it was him.

He clenched his fists, his whole body shaking with barely contained fury.

How was this prick even getting away with it? Lily was supposed to be Hajin’s girl, right?

But then again, that loser wouldn’t even have the balls to fight back if they all took turns with her.

Hell, he’d probably ask them if they needed water or snacks while they ran a train on his fiancée.

But this guy... this guy just strutted in out of nowhere and wrecked their shit—all because they were catcalling Lily.

As if that was some kind of crime. Her fiancé didn’t even care! Hell, Hajin was probably hiding somewhere, too busy shaking in his boots to notice that this punk was manhandling his girl right out in the open.

And oh, was he manhandling her.

Artis’s fingers sank deeper into Lily’s breasts, his grin widening as he realized just how flimsy her excuse of a bra was.

It was barely more than a thin scrap of cloth tied under her tunic—a pathetic attempt at modesty that didn’t stand a chance against his determined hands.

’Seriously? This is their version of a bra? Its just like I thought. No wonder these guys were losing their minds.’

His palms molded over her tits, feeling every delicious curve, every soft, yielding inch.

Her body was like a gift wrapped in the world’s most pathetic excuse for fabric, and his fingers had no problem sinking right in.

Lily’s face was priceless. Her eyes were squeezed shut, teeth biting down on her lower lip so hard he half-expected her to draw blood.

But the way her body responded? Arching toward him, pressing herself into his palms like she couldn’t get enough? Fuck, it was almost too good to be true.

Then it happened.

"Haaa... hngg..."

Another moan slipped past her lips, soft and breathy, so full of need that it could’ve melted stone.

Artis’s smirk turned downright wicked. If that was all it took to make her lose control, then he was going to have a lot of fun.

His fingers started moving in slow, deliberate circles, kneading her tits like she was the world’s most addictive dough.

Not just groping—kneading. Full-palmed, deep, rolling motions that made her flesh spill over his fingers before he squeezed it back into shape.

Lily’s brain was officially broken. Completely fried.

She should’ve been pissed. Furious, even.

Normally, if some jerk accidentally brushed her chest in the marketplace, she’d be halfway to knocking his teeth out before he could even stammer out an apology. But now?

Now she was melting. Melting like butter in Artis’s shamelessly skilled hands.

Her head fell back, her mouth hanging open as her breath came out in quick, desperate pants.

She wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop... but her body was doing the exact opposite, pressing her tits deeper into his palms like it was begging for more.

She was utterly powerless, her knees buckling as her legs wobbled beneath her. If Artis let go, she’d probably crumple to the ground in a pathetic, horny heap.

’Wh-what’s happening to me?! Why... why does this feel so good?!’

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, swirling in confusion and embarrassment as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

She tried to resist, to push him away, but her body wasn’t listening. Her back arched, her hips shifting as if to get even closer to his sinful touch.

It didn’t make any sense! She’d never felt like this before.

Usually, a man’s touch made her skin crawl, but Artis’s hands were hot and firm, his fingers rolling and squeezing her breasts with such practiced, wicked precision that she was trembling, her moans spilling out no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.

Artis was having the time of his life.

’Oh, she’s really losing it.’

He thought with a smug grin, his eyes drinking in the way she writhed under his touch.

Her body was arching beautifully, her chest pressing into his hands as her nipples hardened against his palms.

She was moaning, breathy little cries that were just too damn cute.

She was completely at his mercy, her body trembling with sensitivity as he toyed with her like a cat with a mouse.

’Damn, these tits are perfect. Soft, plump... and she’s so sensitive. Every time I pinch her nipples, she shudders like I’ve hit her reset button.’

Artis could feel her nipples stiffening, hard little buds poking through the flimsy fabric as he teased them, his fingers rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

He could feel her body growing hotter, her breaths coming out in quick, shaky pants as she squirmed in his grip.

’Heh. Seems like her melons are her weak point. She’s squirming even more than when I grabbed her ass. Good to know.’

His grin widened as he gave her tits another deep, rolling squeeze, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as she cried out, her back arching into his touch.

"Open your eyes, Lily. See what your body does to a man."

His voice was a low, husky whisper, tickling her ear and sending another shiver down her spine. His hands had stilled, simply holding her breasts now, warm and firm, the perfect blend of possessive and teasing.

He knew if he kept kneading, she’d never be able to open her eyes, too lost in the dizzying waves of pleasure.

Her lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, her vision clearing just in time to see...

The homo guy. Laid out on the ground like he’d been hit by a bus, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with a blush on his cheeks so fierce it looked like he’d been slapped.

’What... what reaction is he talking about...?’

She wondered, completely bewildered. Was the guy dying or something? Then she felt Artis’s warm breath caress her ear, sending a tingling heat through her body.

"Look down..."

His voice was smooth, commanding, and despite herself, her gaze obediently followed his words, tracing down the man’s body until—

"WH-WHAT THE HELL?!"

Lily’s jaw dropped.

There it was. Right between the homo guy’s legs. Standing at full attention, proud and tall, like a damn flagpole. And it was... throbbing.

She blinked, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. That... that wasn’t there before, right?

Just a minute ago, it was this sad, limp little thing that Artis had laughed at and called "pathetic." But now? Now it was swollen and angry, pointing straight up like it was trying to salute her or something.

’What the hell happened to it?!’

Her face turned bright red as curiosity crashed through her, momentarily overriding the shame and embarrassment.

She knew the basics about sex—vague, half-whispered things she’d overheard from the older girls in her village—but nobody had ever mentioned this.

She knew men had those things, but they never told her they could... change.