NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

"It's you... you're the reason."

His voice was a sinful whisper, hot against her ear, making her shiver all over again. Lily's mind was spinning, completely scrambled by the scene before her.

The only dicks she'd ever seen before were the sad, floppy ones that drunkards accidentally flashed while passed out on the street or those creeps who thought flashing her was some kind of romantic gesture.

Those were just... pathetic. Limp, wrinkly things that made her feel more annoyed than anything.

But this... this was on a whole other level. She'd seen it just moments ago when it was small and unassuming, almost laughable.

And now? It was pointing straight up like a damn spear, twitching like it was trying to break free of its owner's body.

'I-I caused that?!'

Her face turned scarlet. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her head was swimming with a thousand questions.

How could she have done that? Just from... being groped? Was that even possible?

Artis's lips brushed her ear again, his voice dripping with amusement. "It's not just him... look around. They're all affected by your allure..."

Her body went stiff. Slowly, like she was afraid of what she'd see, she turned her head to look around.

Oh. Gods.

The men were scattered around her, lying on the ground in various poses of defeated agony. And every single one of them was hard. Painfully, unapologetically hard.

They were trying to play it off, pretending to be unconscious, but they were doing a terrible job.

Their faces were flushed, their eyes half-open as they peeked at her through their lashes. And their hands—oh, gods—their hands were cupping their crotches, desperately trying to hide the obscene bulges in their pants.

She could see one guy's fingers twitching, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep himself from stroking his own cock right then and there.

Another guy was biting his lip so hard she thought he'd draw blood, his face contorted with pure, tortured lust.

And the homo guy? He looked like he was seconds away from passing out, his cheeks bright pink, his eyes glazed over as his cock continued to throb, a bead of liquid glistening at the tip.

Lily's jaw dropped. She could hardly believe her eyes. Her body—her moans—had done this? She'd made all of these men rock hard just by being groped?

Lily's whole body shuddered, and damn if she didn't jiggle in all the right places.

Her ass bounced so perfectly that it should've been illegal, and that's when she felt it—something hard, long, and hot pressing right up against her ass cheeks.

Her eyes went wide, face turning redder than a cherry in summer.

'Oh my god... Is that... his... his...'

She didn't even dare to finish the thought, but the truth was unmistakable.

That was definitely Artis's cock, rock hard and unapologetically nestled against her ass. And sweet heavens above, it was massive.

She should've been furious, maybe even slapped him.

But all she could do was stand there, paralyzed, her heart racing and her thighs tingling with a heat she didn't understand. Her body was betraying her.

'What's wrong with me? Why... why does this feel... so...'

Before she could process another thought, his hands gave her breasts one last, firm squeeze, fingers sinking into her soft flesh like he was savoring the feel of her.

The sudden pressure made her knees buckle, and before she knew it, a loud, shameless moan burst out of her mouth.

The sound echoed, raw and needy, and Lily's hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide in horror.

'Oh no... Did I just... Did I really just...'

Her face was on fire, but there was no taking it back. She'd just moaned like a bitch in heat, and the witnesses to her humiliation were not just Artis, but the whole damn peanut gallery who'd been watching like horny vultures.

The men standing around weren't any better off. The moment that moan left her lips, several of them shuddered, eyes rolling back as they let out strangled groans.

Bicep Guy's mouth was hanging open, his eyes glued to her jiggling tits like he was in some kind of trance.

He looked down at himself, a look of pure horror spreading across his face. His pants were stained—very stained.

'D-Did I...?'

He realised, his face turning pale.

His friend next to him looked down at his own crotch, then at Bicep Guy, then back down. His face went bright red.

"Oh... fuck... I came..."

One by one, they realized what had happened. They'd all fucking came just from watching Artis grope Lily and hearing her sexy, desperate moan.

Like horny teenagers busting a nut in their pants for the first time.

The poor guy with his dick hanging out was in a special kind of hell.

His cock was twitching like it was trying to escape, desperate for relief, and all he could do was sit there, red-faced and exposed, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

He didn't even know where to put his hands—cover it up or just pretend it wasn't there?

Either way, it was humiliating, and he could feel his balls tightening, betraying him with every throb.

If some was to just his dick, he was done. If he sees Lily being used for her supple body, he is done.

He was in the brink, and he really wanted to release like all his comrade but alas, he cannot just ask the mad man to grope the lady one more time, now can he?

But what the homo guy didn't know was that, Artis had a master plan for him. A fucking plan that was going to make him never forget this incident.
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Artis finally let Lily go, but not because he was feeling merciful. Oh no, he let her go because the show was just getting started.

He wanted to see the fallout, the beautiful chaos of broken egos and twitching dicks. And judging by the faces around him, he was in for a treat.