NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain

Meanwhile, someone burst out of the workshop, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry.

It was Hajin, his face twisted with worry. Why? Because he heard a commotion and Lily was just here, and he knew damn well the kind of perverted idiots that worked here.

If anyone laid a finger on her... Well, who was he kidding? What was he—a coward with the fighting skills of a wet noodle—going to do? Politely ask them to stop? Cry? Probably both.

He shook his head, trying to banish those thoughts, but his heart was racing faster than his legs could carry him.

As he sprinted toward the noise, he braced himself for the worst. Would she be hurt? Harassed? Oh god, what if they were saying lewd things to her? Or worse... touching her?!

His blood ran cold. But just as his panic was reaching its peak, he saw something—or rather, someone—charging at him at full speed.

Hajin's life flashed before his eyes. Was he about to get tackled? Mugged? Killed?!

He took a step back, arms flailing like a scared chicken, but then his vision cleared, and he blinked in confusion.

It was a man... a ridiculously good-looking man... carrying a delicate woman in his arms. His woman. Lily.

Hajin's jaw dropped so fast it could've dug a hole to China.

"W-What the hell?!"

He sputtered, looking like a fish out of water.

The man—no, the goddamn hero—came to a stop right in front of him, breathing heavily, chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon.

The sunlight glistened off his sweat-dappled muscles, and his hair fluttered perfectly in the breeze, like some scene straight out of a cheesy romance novel.

Hajin felt an irrational urge to punch him.

Lily was in his arms, looking all flushed and dazed. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, and her body was pressed up against his broad chest.

Too pressed up, if you asked Hajin. Way too pressed up.

"L-Lily?"

Hajin stammered, his face turning all shades of green with jealousy.

"What... What's going on?"

Artis just gave him a dazzling smile, the kind that would've made angels weep.

"Oh, nothing much. Just saved your fiancée from a group of horny bastards who were about to turn her into their plaything. You're welcome."

Hajin's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. He looked like a fish gasping for air.

"Wh-what? Lily, are you okay?"

Hajin stammered, walking toward her like a worried mother hen, his hands flapping uselessly before he finally settled on awkwardly reaching out to touch her arm.

He looked like he was about to cry. Honestly, it was kind of pathetic.

"I... I'm alright, dear. It's just..."

She trailed off as Artis slowly set her back on her feet, his hands lingering just a little too long on her waist.

She swayed slightly, her legs still wobbly from... well, from things Hajin clearly had no idea about.

"It's just what?"

Hajin asked again, his eyes wide with concern, completely oblivious to the fact that his fiancée was still blushing like a schoolgirl with a dirty secret.

Lily hesitated, her eyes flicking to Artis, who stood behind her like some sort of smug, muscular shadow. How the hell was she supposed to explain this?

"Oh, nothing much, Hajin. Just that this man over here decided to show me how a real man handles things when his woman is in trouble. Oh, and by the way, he squeezed my tits and ass like they were stress balls—something you've never had the balls to do because you're too scared to even ask."

Yeah, no. That wasn't happening. She bit her lip, still feeling the tingling sensation in places she didn't even know could tingle. And the worst part? She'd liked it. A lot.

Hajin was still looking at her, his eyes so full of trust and love that it almost made her feel guilty. Almost.

But then she remembered how he'd always blush and change the topic whenever things got a little too heated between them.

The guy was scared of his own shadow, let alone touching her in any intimate way.

The most action her boobs had gotten from him was when he accidentally face-planted into them last week and nearly fainted from embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Artis was just standing there, looking like he owned the damn place.

One hand rested casually on his hip, his shirt still slightly unbuttoned, showing off those rock-hard abs that were practically carved by the gods.

He met her gaze and winked, the bastard. Lily's cheeks turned redder than a tomato.

Hajin followed her gaze and turned to look at Artis, his expression instantly turning sour. Clearly, he was getting a little suspicious.

"Wait a minute... What did you do to her?"

Artis just shrugged, his face a perfect mask of innocence.

"Me? Oh, nothing much. Just saved her from a group of horny idiots who thought they could mess with your girl."

He said it so nonchalantly, like he was talking about the weather.

"You should really keep a closer eye on her, Hajin. She's quite... popular."

Lily's breath hitched. Did he have to say it like that? And why was he grinning like a cat who'd just eaten a very curvy, very soft canary?

Hajin's eyes went wide.

"W-What?! They... they tried to touch her?!"

His fists clenched, but his arms were trembling. It would've been cute if it wasn't so sad.

"Let me tell you the truth, man, let me give you the full story..."

Artis said, placing a firm hand on Lily's shoulder and stepping closer to Hajin, his face deadly serious.

It was the kind of seriousness reserved for war generals delivering bad news or doctors giving grim diagnoses. It was also completely fake, but damn, the man could act.

Hajin looked up at him, his wide, innocent eyes glistening with worry.

"W-What happened?"

Artis sighed dramatically, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the memory was just too much to bear.

"The thing was... me and her were just walking, minding our own business, when out of nowhere, those workers appeared. Like... like a pack of wolves smelling fresh meat."

Lily's jaw dropped. What the actual fuck was he talking about? She opened her mouth to interrupt but stopped herself.

This was... actually entertaining. And clearly, Artis was enjoying himself. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat, his eyes sparkling with mischief.