NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

"Ahhh, if only I met you when you were younger—like this bastard did."

One particularly smug brute leaned in, eyes dripping with suggestiveness.

Lily just arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"If I had gotten to you first, you'd have been mine," he said, smirking like he was God's gift to women. "Then me and the boys would've danced with you—if you know what I mean."

He winked. He actually winked.

Then, for maximum douche effect, he slammed a hand onto Hajin's back—hard. Hajin stumbled forward, barely stopping himself from kissing the floor.

The room erupted with laughter, the men hooting like they'd just scored a victory. Hajin just smiled awkwardly, taking it all like a man who had long accepted his fate.

One by one, the sweaty, stinking workers filed out of the room, each giving Lily one last, lingering, nasty look.

'Wow. Just… wow. This is easier than I fucking thought. This is so much easier than I fucking thought it would be.'

Artis stood there, arms crossed, lips twitching with the purest form of amused arrogance. Watching the circus unfold before him was like witnessing a divine revelation.

The men of this world were absolute dogshit.

Who would've thought that the husband of a gorgeous woman would fall into one of three categories:

*A cuck like Lui.

*An idiot like Chen.

*A coward like Hajin.

Who would've thought?

Everyone.

It was a fucking pattern. A clear, unmistakable, big, bolded pattern. And now that he'd seen it for what it was, he couldn't unsee it. This world was designed for him.

It was almost tragic. Almost.

Artis cracked his knuckles, grinning like a wolf in a den full of sheep. These weak, pathetic men weren't meant to keep their women.

They were put here as obstacles.

"Obstacles" was a strong word, though. More like… stepping stones.

The dear Author—the almighty hand behind this world—had clearly designed them this way, like NPCs in a shitty dating sim, so that his golden, magnificent hero (which, surprise, was him more than Reiner) could come and sweep these women off their feet, one by one.

And you know what? He wasn't complaining.

Not even a little bit.

Because at the end of the day, he was the one who would be doing the sweeping.

"See that? See that?! He just stood there and took it like a bitch! Just nodded along like a good little puppy while those assholes wiped their dirty boots all over him!

"If it were any other man—hell, even a half-man with one nut—they'd at least throw a punch, spit on the ground, or grunt like a fucking caveman! But no, not Hajin. Not my beloved, precious, spineless fiancé."

Lily ground her teeth so hard it was a miracle she didn't sharpen them into fangs. Her nails dug into her arms, her tail (if she had one) would've been flicking furiously.

Sure, she had been all smiles and fake giggles when dealing with those sweaty degenerates, but inside?

She was fucking seething.

Did she have to deal with this every time she came here? Yes.

Was it any less irritating than the first time? Fuck no.

At the very least, she was grateful they took her rejection with mocking laughter rather than fragile male ego-induced tantrums. But let's be real—if they did retaliate, what were the odds Hajin would do anything about it?

…Exactly.

Zero.

Zilch.

Big, fat fucking nothing.

"Honey, it's not like that..."

Hajin's voice was so shaky, so pathetically weak, it was a wonder he didn't just curl into a fetal position right then and there.

He looked like a kicked puppy. Or worse—a puppy that knew it was about to be kicked and was just standing there, accepting its fate.

"I work with them, alright? It's already hard enough to find a decent job! I can't afford to piss them off! Please, just try to understand!"

Oh, yeah. Of course.

That totally explained why he stood there wagging his invisible tail while the guys basically said, "Hey Lily, we'd all gangbang you if you let us."

Totally normal workplace banter. Totally.

Lily let out a long, exhausted sigh, the kind only women in doomed relationships knew how to exhale.

'Nah, its not because of that, its because of your fear, you coward.'

Artis could practically smell the fear radiating off Hajin. The dude was trembling like a wet kitten, voice cracking like he was going through puberty all over again.

If those rowdy bastards had stayed just a few minutes longer, Artis was 99% sure this guy would've pissed himself.

'What a beta.'

Artis shook his head, mentally lighting a candle for Lily's sex life, because if this was the kind of man she was about to marry…? Holy shit.

Meanwhile, Lily looked at Hajin one last time, her lips trembling like she was holding back the urge to cuss his ass out. But instead of wasting her breath, she just bit her lip, turned on her heel, and stormed off.

And let's just say—her tits and ass did NOT move subtly.

That furious strut? It was a masterpiece.

Those heaving, bouncing breasts and that swishing, pissed-off ass? Even the gods had to take a second to admire.

Artis damn sure did.

"Let's go, sir. It's not safe to stand here at all."

Lily's voice was clipped, her pace fast and fuck-you aggressive.

"Lily..."

Hajin's voice was barely above a whisper, like a kicked puppy begging for forgiveness. But Lily? She was already gone.

Artis walked up to the poor bastard and clapped a firm, comforting-but-definitely-mocking hand on his shoulder.

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'Oh, this was going to be too fucking easy.'

Hajin was already halfway to convincing himself that being a spineless little bitch was the way to live, and Artis? He was just here to give him that final push off the cliff of cuckoldry.

"Avoiding fights is better than living in constant fear."

Artis said, voice smooth, reassuring—like a devil whispering sweet nothings into a fool's ear.

"You never know when they'll hurt you back, right? It's better to just... go with the flow. Keep the peace. No sudden movements."

Hajin nodded along, swallowing thickly. The poor bastard actually agreed with him.

God, this was going to be hilarious.

If Lily had been easy, Artis wouldn't even be wasting his breath on this loser.

He'd already be balls-deep in that furious little body, making her moan his name while Hajin stood there like a useless decorative plant.

But no, she was stubborn. And stubborn women needed a different approach.

So Artis would take his time, gently prying open this weakling's defenses until Hajin could watch Lily sucking Artis's cock right in front of him and still convince himself that everything was totally fine.

It was almost poetic.