NTR: Choice Based System

The battle raged on, a blur of claws and teeth, energy and steel.

With each exchange, Ye Yang felt his body pushing its limits, his mind becoming a battleground of focus and exhaustion.

The Yang Lizard, sensing its opponent's vulnerability, intensified its assault, unleashing a torrent of fireballs and fiery blasts.

Ye Yang, however, refused to yield. He dodged and weaved, his movements becoming increasingly fluid and precise.

With a well-timed strike, he managed to land a critical blow, piercing the creature's tough hide. The Yang Lizard roared in pain, its scales shimmering with a dying light.

But the creature was far from defeated. In a desperate final gambit, it unleashed a devastating energy wave, engulfing Ye Yang in a blinding light.

When the light subsided, Ye Yang stood, battered and bruised, but still defiant. The Yang Lizard, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Ye Yang let down his guard, the creature emerged from the Yang pool, its eyes burning with a renewed intensity.

It lunged forward, its jaws wide open. In a split-second decision, Ye Yang channelled the remaining energy within him, focusing it into a single, powerful strike.

The spear pierced the creature's heart, and with a final, earth-shattering roar, the Yang Lizard collapsed to the ground. The air grew still, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves. Ye Yang, exhausted but victorious, collapsed to his knees, his breath ragged.

As he lay there, recovering his strength, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

He had faced a formidable foe and emerged triumphant. But more importantly, he had taken a significant step towards his growth, the strange power within him started diminishing but he can still feel it as if it is hiding somewhere within his body.

Exhausted but victorious, Ye Yang and Hell extracted the Yang Lizard's blood and applied it to the scroll. The hidden message appeared, revealing the exact location of the training camp.

"Finally," Ye Yang sighed, relief washing over him. "The last piece of the puzzle."

With the map in hand, they embarked on the final leg of their journey. The training camp awaited, and with it, the ultimate test of their skills and determination.

Inside the training camp,

It was night, and the escort warriors had returned from training. Today was special, as the Training Head had announced that Dan Ya would be preparing the evening meal.

The escort warriors eagerly anticipated the meal, as nearly every man among them harboured a secret crush on Dan Ya. Despite her marital status, they often fantasized about embracing her naked body. However, they never acted on these desires, as she was the wife of their superior. Your adventure continues at empire

Some dreamt of kissing her bare skin, while others yearned to possess her physically. A few even masturbated while thinking about her fuc*ing her.

A select few had, by chance, caught glimpses of her naked body while she bathed.

Earlier that day, after completing the training session and a massage, the Training Head had assigned Dan Ya the task of preparing the meal as punishment for her tardiness.

Despite feeling exhausted and bruised, Dan Ya accepted the task, recognizing it as her duty.

Dan Ya, though weary, moved with grace as she prepared the meal. Her every motion was a dance, a silent symphony that captivated the warriors. The aroma of the food filled the air, a tantalizing promise of the feast to come.

As the warriors gathered, they couldn't help but steal glances at Dan Ya. Her beauty, enhanced by the soft glow of the lanterns, seemed to intensify.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

One warrior, bolder than the rest, approached her. "I couldn't believe I'm going to taste food from your hands during this harsh training, Madam Dan Ya," he murmured, his voice barely audible. She smiled, a serene expression that belied the storm within her.

Her body was itching with pain as her entire body was breaking. She could feel soreness in her chest, thighs, and hips, the areas where the Training Head had struck during their sword training.

But the most problematic issue was that the Training Head had given her an additional punishment: wearing vibrating artifacts even while cooking.

Dan Ya forced a smile, her body trembling with pain. The vibrating artifacts on her Nipples, were intensifying the agony.

With each movement, a sharp jolt of pain shot through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress a moan.

The warrior, oblivious to her torment, continued to speak, his words a blur to her ears.

She managed to nod and smile, her performance a testament to her strength. The aroma of the food filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her.

As she served the meal, her hands shook. The pain was unbearable, but she persevered. She watched as the warriors devoured the food; their faces lit with satisfaction.

As the night deepened, the warriors feasted on the delicious meal, their senses heightened by the presence of Dan Ya. They talked, they laughed, and they dreamed, each lost in their own thoughts, their hearts yearning for something more.

As the night wore on, the pain became too much to bear. She retreated to a secluded corner, her body wracked with spasms. The vibrating artifacts, relentless in their torture, threatened to consume her. Yet, she endured, her spirit unbroken.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and pulled Dan Ya into a tight embrace. Petrified, she assumed it was one of the escort warriors who had followed her into the corner.

The hug was firm but gentle, and the man's body was larger than hers. His hands began to wander over her body.

Dan Ya's heart pounded in her chest as a strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. Panic surged through her as she realized she was not alone.

The touch became intimate as his hands were on her Melons. Then the man's other hand roamed her body, eliciting a shiver of fear and anticipation. She tried to break free, but his grip was too strong.