Her eyes flicked down to Hajin, who was still pathetically clutching Artis's legs, sobbing like a child who lost his balloon. Completely clueless that his supposed hero was currently fondling his fiancée's ass right above his tear-streaked face.
Lily's face turned crimson, her eyes darting between Artis's smug grin and Hajin's oblivious form.
'You absolute bastard.'
She reached behind her, her fingers aiming to smack his hand away.
But Artis was faster. Every time her fingers got close, he'd move his hand just out of reach, his fingers continuing their merciless assault on her round ass, pinching and kneading like he was testing the ripeness of a fruit.
Lily's body betrayed her, her toes lifting off the ground with each pinch, her body jolting as she fought to keep her composure.
'Oh God, stop...!'
Her teeth dug into her lip, her eyes stinging from the effort of holding back a squeal.