NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 141: Kneading them melons!

The gang of perverts seethed, their eyes flickering between their woman—because, let’s be honest, in their minds, Lily was theirs—and the crazy bastard who had just stolen her right in front of them.

They wanted to be the ones to taste her meat, to sink their greedy, grimy hands into that supple, mouthwatering body, but there was a problem.

The motherfucker was too strong.

Too fast.

Too damn dominant.

And if they dared to test him again, they risked ending up like their poor, unfortunate comrade—

The homo guy.

The one who was still lying in the dirt, legs shaking from the sheer force of the beating… and the accidentally torn pants, which had exposed just enough for everyone—including sweet Lily—to witness.

They gulped collectively.

None of them wanted to be that guy.

Artis, on the other hand, was in the zone. His hands had claimed the soft, sacred territory of Lily’s divine backside, kneading it like a world-class baker preparing the finest forbidden dough.

Every press of his fingers sent a little jolt through her body, a sensation she clearly didn’t understand—but wasn’t rejecting, either.

’Can’t enjoy this for too long, or she’ll start getting suspicious.’

He had to switch things up. Keep the momentum going. Keep her distracted. Keep her riding that high of shock and pleasure before she snapped out of it and started questioning his intentions.

After all, he knew.

He knew this was the first time she had ever been properly touched by a real man.

Oh, sure, she had probably felt other men’s grubby hands brushing against her before—those slimy, sneaky perverts who dared to grope in passing, their touches fleeting and frustratingly incomplete. Those bastards had only ever angered her, made her scoff in disgust.

But this?

This was different.

This was her awakening.

She wasn’t just angry now. She was reacting.

And Artis could feel it—every twitch, every shudder, every slight press of her hips in response to his skilled fingers.

His smirk widened.

’She’s feeling it. She doesn’t even realize it, but she’s feeling it.’

The gang watched in stunned, agonizing silence.

Their ultimate fantasy was playing out right in front of them—except they weren’t the ones enjoying it. They weren’t the ones making her gasp, making her shiver, making her lose herself in the moment.

No.

That privilege belonged to Artis.

And gods damn him for it.

The tension in the air was thick. The sound of clenched fists, the barely-contained panting, the not-so-subtle adjustments being made in the loose pants of at least three of the men standing there—

This wasn’t just a battle of strength anymore.

This was a war of dominance.

Artis released her ass like a seasoned gambler knowing when to fold at just the right moment.

His hands left her skin, but the phantom touch remained, branding itself into her subconscious like a perverse tattoo she would never scrub away.

He straightened up, towering over her, his grin nothing short of demonic.

She hadn’t even realized what had happened. Eyes shut, teeth sinking into her lip, she had been standing there frozen—not resisting, not fighting, not even breathing properly.

Like a woman lost in a dream.

A very inappropriate, very wet dream.

His smirk deepened.

’Ahh, the taste of the forbidden fruit. This is just the beginning. Soon, you’ll feel it, won’t you? That heat between your legs, that uncontrollable itch you won’t be able to scratch.’

He could see it now—her legs shifting, her posture stiffening, her breath coming out just a little too shaky.

Corruption.

Beautiful, delicious corruption.

Lily slowly blinked her eyes open, only to find him watching her.

Smirking.

Knowing.

Her entire face ignited.

’F-FUCK! What the hell just happened?! I just let him grope me like some common street whore?! I—I—’

The shame hit her like a brick to the face. Her body screamed YES, but her pride was gasping for oxygen. She tore her gaze away from his obnoxiously handsome face, feeling as if his smirk alone could get her pregnant.

"D-Did you… achieve what you were doing?"

She desperately avoided looking at his obnoxiously handsome face, fearing that one more glance might completely unravel her. But it was there—that sensation deep in her core.

The itch.

It was growing.

It started as a mere flicker, an ember of something unfamiliar, but now it was spreading like wildfire. She squeezed her thighs together, a futile attempt to suppress the heat building within her.

Artis, the absolute bastard, simply smirked.

"What? No! Of course not! How could it end with just that?"

Her stomach dropped.

"Wh-what now? What do—Aah~!"

Before she could even finish her sentence, he seized her wrist, spun her around like a well-rehearsed dance, and before she could register what the hell was happening—

His hands slithered under her arms.

And then—

GROPED.

Her breath hitched, her body jerking as those sinful fingers cupped her full melons, squeezing them like they were a prize he had just won in a carnival game.

"You gotta give them something more to make sure they can accept the idea of homosexuality."

He murmured smoothly, like he wasn’t committing absolute debauchery in front of a live audience.

Lily’s eyes snapped shut as if that would somehow save her. Her lips parted—a moan threatening to spill out—but she bit it back, her body trembling from head to toe.

Of course, the onlookers were losing their damn minds.

Arousal and rage mixed together in a potent cocktail of emotions.

The audacity!

The sheer disrespect!

This crazy motherfucker was now shamelessly fondling her in broad daylight like some degenerate stage performer, and yet—nobody could stop him!

Because he was too fast.

Too strong.

Too fucking smug.

The gang clenched their fists, torn between violence and jealousy.

’That son of a bitch!’

One of them gritted out.

Another licked his lips, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusted his pants.

’I-I swear to god, I wanna punch him in the face, but also… I kinda wanna be him.’

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Meanwhile, Artis’s fingers teased the delicate fabric of Lily’s dress, his palms expertly kneading her soft flesh.

It was unfair.

So unfair.

Her own fiancé had never touched her like this. Never even tried.

Her fingers dug into her palms as she struggled to breathe, to think, to function.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

And yet—

’Oh fuck… why does it feel so good?!’

The moment that traitorous thought crossed her mind, her face exploded in heat.

Artis felt the shudder pass through her body, his smirk deepening.

’That’s right, princess. Welcome to the dark side.’