NTR: Choice Based System

Dan Ya looked at the man with a mixture of fear and defiance. "Take care of me? What are you talking about?"

The man smiled, a chillingly predatory glint in his eyes. "We're going to help you remember who you truly are, Dan Ya. You've been living a lie, trapped in the cage of your husband's morality."

He leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear. "We'll show you the true meaning of pleasure, the kind of pleasure that transcends all boundaries."

Barak watched, his blood running cold. Doubt, a venomous serpent, coiled around his heart. Every glance at Dan Ya, every word she uttered, now seemed laced with a chilling duplicity.

He began to suspect that she was playing a game, a twisted charade, feigning innocence while secretly enjoying the depravity unfolding before him. The image of her earlier, seemingly genuine distress, now felt like a carefully constructed facade, a performance designed to manipulate his emotions.

A wave of bitter resentment washed over him. He, the betrayed husband, the victim of this horrifying ordeal, was now questioning his own sanity, convinced that his beloved wife was somehow complicit in this descent into darkness.

The love he had cherished for her began to crumble, replaced by a gnawing suspicion and a chilling sense of betrayal.

Barak turned his back on the scene, his footsteps echoing in the small room. "I can't help you anymore, Dan Ya," he muttered, his voice thick with a mixture of anger and despair.

"Barad, where are you going?" Dan Ya called out, her voice laced with panic.

"Don't leave me with them," she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation.

"Take me with you," she cried, reaching out towards him, her fingers brushing against the air.

"Stop, don't leave me alone, help me, Barad." Her voice cracked, and a sob escaped her lips.

Barak paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He could hear the other men laughing, their voices a chilling counterpoint to Dan Ya's pleas.

She yelled and called him many times, but he didn't stop and exited the Inn, closing his eyes.

He yelled, a powerful Qi erupted from his body, and he found himself inside the formation.

Finally, he realized the truth and looked back to see his wife's worried face and Training Head's knowing smile.

His body shudder when he realized how powerful this formation was, it has stirred his emotions and forced him to go through the unimaginable things. He realized that everything is fake, coming out of the formation, he hugged his wife.

Dan Ya was surprised and wanted to know what things her husband went through, but it wasn't possible as her focus shifted elsewhere.

The time her husband was trapped inside the formation, he was subjected to the Training Head's abuse. Under the guise of training, the Head violated him, exploiting the situation for their own perverse desires.

Her worried face wasn't because of her husband's condition inside the formation, but because of the fear that he might discover her involvement with the Training Head.

It's not like she cheated on her husband or that she was willingly complicit. Whatever she did was under the pretence of training, and the Training Head used that as an excuse to cross another line.

Just after Barad entered the formation,

"You seem happy to see your husband, but that doesn't mean you can slack off on the training. We still have punishment left for you. So, while your husband remains inside the formation, why don't we train?" The Training Head spoke with a smile on his face, but his voice was stern.

Dan Ya's body shuddered. She remembered the previous 'training' and knew that it meant the Training Head's strict rules and that she would have to be naked.

Like the other day, she wasn't in control, and the fear that her husband might find out about her recently increased sexual libido terrified her.

The Training Head didn't wait long. "Remove that dress and start stretching," he commanded.

"But..." she stammered, unable to continue. The thought of her husband witnessing this, of him seeing the violation she endured under the guise of "training," was unbearable.

She had accepted these degrading acts for the sake of her martial arts progress, but she knew he would not tolerate it.

Seeing her hesitation, the Training Head spoke, his voice a chilling blend of threat and encouragement. "The more time you'll take, the sooner your husband will see the weak and vulnerable side of you. It will be better for you to do it quickly, or things may go in a bad direction."

Dan Ya obeyed, her hands trembling as she stripped. The Training Head watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his smile widening as he saw her fear. He began his instructions, his voice a low growl.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Touch your toes, Dan Ya. Deeper. Deeper now." Each command was a subtle form of torture, pushing her body to its limits, exploiting her fear and vulnerability.

She bent and touched her toes, her hips high. Seeing this, the Training Head started guiding her, his hands occasionally squeezing her skin.

As time passed, his hands started rubbing her intimate areas. Sometimes he poked her large, firm breasts, while other times his fingers were checking her wetness.

His touch was making her hot and wet, the more he touched, the more she began feeling the heat burning between her legs.

The Training Head teased, "You really are a pervert, knowing your husband is close, you are leaking more than usual." He punctuated his words with a slap on her plump butt cheeks.

"Slap!"

He ordered her to change position.

"Ahaa..." a soft moan escaped her lips, her body shuddering as the Training Head left a handprint on her white soft skin.

Dan Ya gasped, her eyes fluttering open. The Training Head's hand, rough and calloused, was still imprinted on her skin, a fiery brand against her pale flesh.

Shame washed over her, a bitter tide threatening to drown her. How could she have allowed this to happen? How could she have let her body betray her like this?

The Training Head chuckled, a low, predatory sound. "Enjoying yourself, Dan Ya? This is just the beginning." He leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You have so much more to learn."

Dan Ya tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, pinning her to the floor. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Stop. I... I can't..."

The Training Head ignored her pleas. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, his fingers lingering dangerously close to the delicate folds between her legs. Dan Ya's breath hitched. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his desire.

"you can't!" he murmured, his voice a silken caress. "get ready for punishment, this is what you deserve for being pervert."

His words were a poison, seeping into her mind, eroding her resistance. Fear warred with a strange, forbidden excitement.

She had never experienced anything like this before, the raw, animalistic intensity of his touch, the way it ignited a fire within her.

The Training Head leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice a husky growl. "So eager."

He began to move, his fingers exploring the sensitive landscape of her body. Dan Ya gasped, arching her back against the hard floor. He found the sweet spot between her legs, and with a gentle pressure, began to circle.

A wave of sensation washed over her, so intense it took her breath away. She moaned, burying her face in the mat, her body trembling uncontrollably. The Training Head's touch was a revelation, a forbidden dance that awakened a primal need within her.

He moved his fingers faster, deeper, until she was gasping for air, her body arching and twisting beneath him. She reached out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Dan Ya cried out, her body arching, her nails digging into the mat. She felt herself slipping, losing control, surrendering to the primal urge that consumed her.

The Training Head, sensing her surrender, moved with a fierce urgency. He entered his fingers inside her.

She cried out, her body convulsing, her mind a blank canvas. The Training Head held her close, his breath mingling with hers. "There," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Now you know."

Dan Ya lay limp beneath him, her body trembling. She felt empty, hollowed out, yet strangely fulfilled. The shame she had felt moments before was replaced by a confusing mix of guilt and exhilaration.

The Training Head pulled away; his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're a quick learner," he said, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "But there's still much more to discover."

"But first, repay for the time I have invested in you," he hissed, losing his robes and revealing his imposing manhood to her. "We don't have much time. The sooner you'll help me, the sooner we'll end today's session."

"But this..." she hesitated, her gaze fixed on the Training Head's dragon, which eerily resembled her husband's, the only difference being the colour.

The Training Head's voice hardened, "This is training, not some illicit act. Remember that I am your master, and you will follow my every command related to training."

Dan Ya shivered, looking into the Training Head's cold, predatory eyes. Convinced by his words, or perhaps driven by fear, she reached out and grasped his dragon, beginning to stroke it.

Dan Ya's hands trembled as she began to stroke the Training Head's dragon. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.