NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain-Chapter 154: Curves that could Slice!

Artis's grin grew even wider.

"Perfect. That means I'm catching up to him... or maybe I'm already ahead."

But honestly, fighting Reiner wasn't on his agenda. It was too boring, too typical.

Why bother with fistfights and flashy techniques when he could get under Reiner's skin in a far more delicious way?

His eyes gleamed with malicious delight, his core practically purring with anticipation.

"Why waste time fighting him when I can make a cuck out of him?"

Just the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Why go for a brawl when he could go for the balls? Why fight Reiner when he could fuck his women instead?

It was so delightfully wicked, so wonderfully evil, he almost moaned from the pleasure of his own genius.

"The priestess... that tight-bodied minx who acts all holy and untouchable... I want to see her on her knees, praying to my cock instead of her gods."

His cock twitched at the mental image.

"And that stupid and arrogant Daphne... I'll have her purring for me, her tail curling around my waist as I make her lose control."

He could practically hear her breathy moans, see her flushed face as he drove her wild. But the crown jewel of his ambitions was the elven princess.

That tall, elegant beauty with legs that went on forever and an ass that looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves.

"I want to break her. Make her scream my name while that dumb hero watches, powerless to do a damn thing about it."

The idea of Reiner standing there, helpless and humiliated, as his women begged for Artis's cock made him laugh. It was cruel. It was evil. It was absolutely fucking perfect.

Artis threw his head back, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.

"He'll watch them break for me... see them worship me... see them beg for my cock while he can't even get them wet!"

Oh, this was going to be good. No... this was going to be legendary.

A humiliation so grand that Reiner's heroic legacy would be forever tainted. And the best part? He wouldn't even have to lift a finger in combat. Just his cock.

The thought made him so hard he could practically see stars. With a wicked grin, Artis jumped off the bed and strutted to his wardrobe.

He threw the doors open, eyes scanning his selection until he found the perfect outfit. Something that screamed I'm going to steal your women and enjoy every second of it.

"Tonight's going to be fun."

He grabbed the outfit and began to change, his core humming with power and his cock throbbing with anticipation.

Tonight wasn't just about a date. It was about setting the stage. About starting his game. About showing Reiner who the real man was.

Because, he had a gut feeling they would come to him tonight.

And if he happened to rearrange some guts and break some hearts along the way? Well... that was just a bonus.

...

After slipping into the dark blue kimono, Juliana stood before the mirror, breathless at her own reflection.

The fabric hugged her curves like it was custom-made to showcase every sinful inch of her body.

The flower patterns danced across her hips, drawing attention to the delicious roundness of her ass that was barely concealed by the hem, which flirted dangerously high up her thighs.

Her breasts were practically spilling out of the deep V-cut neckline.

"Damn."

She whispered, adjusting the fabric, only for it to slip back, teasing her nipples as if the dress itself was trying to seduce someone.

"I look... I look fuckable."

She bit her lower lip, heat pooling between her legs at the thought of what Artis would do when he saw her like this.

Her pulse quickened, and a shiver ran down her spine.

'He's so shameless... He'd probably pin me to the wall right there in the hallway.'

Her knees wobbled just thinking about his strong hands grabbing her ass, his mouth devouring hers before she even had a chance to say hello.

"Oh god..."

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She whimpered, pressing her thighs together to try and calm the ache growing inside her.

"Pull yourself together, Juliana. It's just a date... a date that'll probably end with your legs over his shoulders."

She took a deep breath, her breasts nearly spilling out as her chest rose, then turned and walked out of her room.

Her heart was pounding, her hips swaying with each step, her ass cheeks clapping faintly, the friction against the silky fabric making her shiver.

Just as she reached the hallway, the door to Artis's room slid open.

He stepped out, and both of them froze, eyes wide, mouths slightly open.

Juliana's breath caught in her throat. He was wearing a dark, fitted robe that showed off his broad shoulders and muscular chest.

The neckline dipped just enough to tease his sculpted pecs, and the sash around his waist did nothing to hide the bulge beneath.

"Oh, fuck..."

Trouble. He was trouble.