NTR: Choice Based System

Guilt gnawed at her, a constant reminder of her betrayal. Fear, cold and paralyzing, threatened to consume her.

Yet, a strange, forbidden pleasure began to stir within her, a dangerous counterpoint to the fear and shame.

The Training Head watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.

He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "You're learning quickly."

Dan Ya closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts, the images, the guilt. She focused on the sensations, the smooth, firm texture of his flesh, the way his body pulsed beneath her touch.

A low moan escaped her lips, a sound she both despised and craved. The Training Head chuckled, his grip tightening on her hair. "That's it," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "Stroke faster. Harder."

Dan Ya obeyed, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. She was losing control, slipping further and further into the abyss of forbidden pleasure.

The Training Head's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with anticipation.

He rose to his feet, extending a hand to help her up. Dan Ya hesitated, her mind reeling. She knew she had crossed a line, that she had betrayed her husband in ways she couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The Training Head chuckled, reading the turmoil in her eyes. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your little secret is safe with me."

"Remember that this is part of the training, and you'll know that when tomorrow you try the formation, I have specially created for you." He spoke, his hand stroking her hips suggestively.

He then looked away while dressing, leaving Dan Ya alone with her shame, her guilt, and with her conflicted thoughts that she had just embarked on a dangerous and forbidden path or it's just the path of training.

She convinced herself that it was all part of the training, then she wore her clothes and waited for her husband, Barak, to emerge from the formation.

The air crackled with anticipation as Dan Ya waited for the formation to dissolve. She tried to focus on her breathing, to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

Guilt, shame, and a strange, unsettling arousal warred within her. She had betrayed her husband, not just physically but emotionally.

The Training Head had exploited her fears, her vulnerabilities, twisting her into something she barely recognized.

Barak emerged from the formation, his face pale, his eyes haunted. He looked at Dan Ya, his gaze searching, questioning. She averted her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. The lie she had to maintain, the charade she had to play, weighed heavily on her.

The Training Head approached, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, well," he purred, his eyes lingering on Dan Ya. "seems like brother Barad didn't have a gone experience inside the formation."

Barak didn't speak, still comprehending the situation. He felt relieved that everything was just an illusion, that he and his wife hadn't gone through the things they were experiencing inside it.

Still seeing his wife's conflicted expressions, he raised an eyebrow in question.

Dan Ya felt a shiver crawl down her spine. She knew she had to be careful, to play the part, to convince Barak that everything was normal, that nothing had changed.

The weight of her deception threatened to crush her, but she knew she had no choice. She had to survive, for her own sake, for Barak's sake. The Training Head was watching, waiting for her to falter.

"Are you okay?" she asked her husband, "You don't look good. What happened inside?" She asked to shift the matter in a different direction.

Barak avoided it, "Nothing, but yeah, the experience was horrible." With that, he headed towards the tent, "I'm mentally exhausted and wanted to take rest." He left, leaving Dan Ya and the Training Head behind.

Dan Ya felt surprised and worried for her husband and ran towards him, seeing them going, the Training Head smiled, "It's just the beginning, I can't wait to humiliate your wife in front of your eyes."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Meanwhile, within the Royal Palace, preparations for the royal banquet were underway. While the Emperor was kept busy, the Empress and her concubines felt lonely and isolated.

But not for long, as some of the concubines already had ways to entertain themselves in the Emperor's absence.

The first concubine was engaged in a sexual encounter with her two guards. She was the most neglected wife and had once been considered a potential Empress. However, when the Emperor chose another woman as Empress, she lost her chance.

Blonde hair, with skin as white as milk – the whitest of the white – she was currently being pleasured by two guards, one fair-skinned and the other dark-skinned.

They exploited her loneliness and hunger for attention, seducing her. While she believed she was in control, in reality, it was the two guards who initiated her corruption.

They knew she was lonely and vulnerable, craving attention. Initially, she sought solace in self-pleasure, using her own fingers, but later, she yearned for real manly thing.

The two guards, feigning concern and loyalty, exploited her vulnerability, ultimately succeeding in seducing the first concubine.

The first concubine, lost in a haze of forbidden pleasure, offered no resistance. She arched her back, gasping for breath as their hands explored her body, igniting a fire within her she never knew existed.

The guards, sensing her heightened arousal, whispered promises of forbidden delights, their voices a silken caress against her ear.

They spoke of nights filled with passion, of secrets shared only between them, of a world where desire reigned supreme.

The first concubine, intoxicated by their words and the intoxicating sensations that washed over her, found herself willingly surrendering to their seductive whispers.

Neglected for a long time, she has finally found someone who can both please and pleasure her. And it's not just one, but two individuals who are willing to share her burden and take the risk of having an affair with the Emperor's wife.

On another side of the castle, a different scene unfolded. The fifth concubine, the thickest wife with natural beauty, was chained to the wall, naked. A young man, likely in his early twenties, stood before her.

He holds his dragon in his hands looking at her beautiful curves and the honey dripping between her wide legs.

He smiled, "Father may have ignored you, but I will not." He held himself ready, his gaze burning with a possessive heat that made the chains feel even tighter against her skin.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, "I'll not ignore you, like my stupid father did."

The tip of his dragon touched her wet folds, then with a wide grin on his face, he declared, "Mother, I'm entering." With a little force, he penetrated her.

The fifth concubine moaned softly but didn't respond verbally, seemingly enjoying the encounter. The young man was none other than the ninth prince, her own son.

A similar scene was unfolding in the bedchamber of the seventh concubine. She lay naked on the bed, while another woman, the eighth concubine, was positioned between her legs.

Eighth concubine spoke, "Sister, why don't you agree with my idea? We both can again enjoy the touch of a man. You know we can't wait for His Highness to visit us and shower some love. It's been seven years since I have been touched by him, and probably more for you."

Eighth concubine spoke, her eyes closed as she savoured the attention she was receiving from the seventh concubine between her legs. "No, I just can't let anyone touch me. How can you even think about being unfaithful to our husband?"

Eighth concubine removed her head from between the seventh concubine's legs. "This isn't fair," she declared. "His Highness can enjoy himself with anyone he wants, but in return, we just wait and satisfy ourselves in this manner."

Eighth concubine pleaded, "Sister, believe me, you'll enjoy this. No one will know, and it's just a one-time thing, a temporary solution."

The seventh concubine looked at her sister, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "But what if he finds out?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Eighth concubine leaned closer, her breath fanning against her sister's cheek. "He'll never know," she murmured, her voice laced with a seductive confidence. "We'll be discreet. And besides," she added, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "a little forbidden pleasure never hurt anyone."

The seventh concubine's resolve wavered. The thought of experiencing something new, of breaking free from the confines of the palace, was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, picturing the sensation, the forbidden thrill of it all.

"Alright," she finally whispered, a sigh escaping her lips. "Let's do it. But how?"

Eighth concubine smiled triumphantly; her eyes gleaming with anticipation. This was only the beginning.

Eighth concubine gave her sister a mysterious smile. "Just wait for the royal banquet," she whispered, "and then you'll know. Consider it a surprise from your little sister."

The Emperor had nine wives, eight concubines, and one Empress. The Empress was his most recent wife and had been declared the final Empress. The remaining wives were designated as concubines based on their order of marriage.

The Seventh Concubine, intrigued by her sister's mysterious words, felt a thrill course through her.

The royal banquet was few week away, an eternity to wait, but anticipation already simmered within her. She imagined the hushed whispers, the stolen glances, the forbidden pleasure that awaited her.

Eighth Concubine watched her sister's face, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The game was afoot.