NTR: Choice Based System

Faint voices drifted from her room, each syllable a tiny hammer blow against his already pounding heart. He crept towards the door, his movements a silent shadow in the hallway.

The room was ajar, casting a dim light that illuminated the bed where Elara's uncle was mounting her, his hips thrusting against her.

Elara was beneath him; her eyes were closed as she enjoying her uncle's rigours thrust. Soft moans escaped her lips, her voice filled with pleasure.

"AAHAA"

"AAHAA"

"AAHAA"

"AAHAA"

"Elara, haaah…haaah, this is amazing. I can't believe I'm fuc*ing you." Her uncle slowly moved his hips, savouring every moment with her.

Elara didn't spoke but seeing her reaction, it was clear that she was enjoying. Ye Yang saw this and he felt rage burning inside him.

Both were naked, while the fat uncle of her was humping her. Taking his time, he was moving his hips with flow while his hands were resting on her melons, giving them squeeze with every hump.

Ye Yang wanted to burst inside and demand an explanation for the betrayal and the act of depravity happening before his eyes, but his body froze. He couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of him.

He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. He tried to close his ears, but his wife's moans and the rhythmic sound of his uncle thrusting into her echoed painfully in his mind.

As time passed, the thrusts became stronger. Elara's uncle knew she was enjoying herself. Knowing that she is in heat, he proposed something, "I want to come inside."

Elara didn't answer, but a low moan escaped her lips, "Hmmmm."

Her uncle knew that at this moment, she will not reject it. sensing her surrender, thrust with renewed vigour, driving towards his climax.

Pouring his seed down inside her, he took out a small blue liquid bottle and poured it into his mouth. Soon, his body shone with a heavy yang energy.

"Let's go for another round." Taking his dragon out of her, he turned her onto her fours and started licking her holes.

Ye Yang couldn't bear this and ran out of the house. This time, he didn't have time to go from the back side as he ran out from the main entrance.

Seeing him coming out from the inside, the guards were surprised and ran towards him. They knew that Ye Yang had sneaked somehow and without giving any words, they attacked him.

"Thud"

Beaten and bruised, Ye Yang was thrown out. Hearing the commotion, Elara and her uncle came out. Elara was half-dressed while her uncle was still dressing as they peeked out to see the guards beating someone.

"What's going on?" Elara's uncle asked as he and Elara came out.

The guards bowed while their eyes were lingering on Elara's figure.

The guards' explanation washed over Elara as she stared at her bruised husband. Her eyes, wide with surprise, quickly filled with a profound disgust. Stay connected through empire

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Ye Yang lay on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth. His ribs were broken, as were his hands and one of his legs.

He had even suffered internal injuries, as evidenced by the blood in his mouth, but he saw no hint of concern on his wife's face.

His eyes were red with anger. He asked, "W-w-why...?" His words were uneven, each one a painful struggle.

Elara's uncle smiled. "Smack!" He smacked her, but while looking at Ye Yang, he said, "Seems like your poor husband has seen everything."

Elara remained silent. She was angry at Ye Yang for not following her orders and for "snooping" on her.

After a slap, her uncle didn't remove his hands from her butt and started feeling it right in front of the guards and Ye Yang.

The guards knew this beforehand as they were personally assigned by him, and they knew the nature of the new lord of the clan. But none of them felt pity for Ye Yang; instead, they mocked him for losing his beautiful wife to the fat, middle-aged man.

"Why are you here?" she asked Ye Yang, glaring at him instead of removing her uncle's hand from her butt or reacting to it.

Ye Yang couldn't utter a word of the pain. His eyes remained fixed on the hand massaging his wife's butt cheeks. He vomited another ounce of blood and then fainted.

"Waste of time," her uncle mocked, pointing towards his dragon. "Let's go. You don't want to waste your time on this, right? We still have thing to do"

His erect dragon twitched in his pants. Elara glanced at her husband then ordered the guards,

"Don't repeat the same mistake as what you did today. You don't have to be too harsh on him; just light beating is enough."

"Take him back to his quarters and call the physician. Not a single word to anyone about what happened today, or you won't know when your heads are rolled down."

She threatened them and then went back to her room. Her uncle gave another slap to her butt, then looked at the guards. "Do not disturb me again." His eyes glared with threat.

The guards, faces pale with fear, scrambled to their feet. One of them approached Ye Yang, his gaze darting between the fallen man and the retreating figure of Elara and her uncle.

Fear, not pity, was evident in his eyes. He nudged Ye Yang with his foot, a grunt escaping his lips. "Move it, trash," he spat.

Ye Yang, his body aching, tried to stir. His vision swam, the world tilting precariously.

He coughed, blood flecking his lips, and managed to groan. The guard, seemingly disgusted, nudged him harder. "Faster, or I'll make you faster," he snarled.

With a Herculean effort, Ye Yang pushed himself up, his broken ribs protesting with agonizing shrieks.

He staggered to his feet, his legs trembling. The world spun around him, a kaleidoscope of colours and shadows. He stumbled forward, the guard prodding him along with the butt of his spear.

They reached his quarters, a small, sparsely furnished room at the edge of the estate. The guard unceremoniously dumped him onto the bed, his movements rough and dismissive. "Stay put," he growled, before disappearing into the hallway.

Ye Yang lay on the bed, his body wracked with pain. He looked around the room, his gaze falling on a small, wooden box tucked beneath his pillow. It was a gift from his mother, a simple trinket containing a few dried herbs and a small, silver amulet. He clutched the box tightly, the cool wood offering a small measure of comfort.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain, the humiliation, the betrayal. He thought of his mother, her gentle smile, her loving touch.

He thought of his father, a stern but loving warrior who had taught him everything he knew. Tears welled up in his eyes, hot and stinging.

He had loved Elara with all his heart, believed her to be the only light in his life. Now, that light had been extinguished, replaced by darkness and despair.

He had been a fool, blinded by love, unable to see the monster lurking beneath the surface of his beautiful wife.

A low groan escaped his lips. He had to escape. He couldn't stay here, a prisoner in his own home, a mere plaything for his wife and her sadistic uncle.

"If you had behaved and stayed out of trouble," the guard yelled, "then you wouldn't have to suffer this. But let me ask you this, how does it feel to see your wife being bred by someone else?"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

The other guards also laughed, mocking Ye Yang mercilessly.

After some time, one of the guards brought the physician to check on Ye Yang's injuries.

The physician, a stern-faced man with a long, flowing beard, examined Ye Yang with a grim expression.

His fingers probed the broken ribs, his brow furrowed in concern. "He's suffered significant internal injuries," he declared, his voice grave. "The leg… it may never fully recover."

Ye Yang listened, his heart sinking further. Crippled? His life, already dull due to his descent from a Core Establishment cultivator to a mortal, now threatened to become a stagnant pool of despair.

The guards, sensing his despair, snickered amongst themselves, their laughter echoing cruelly through the small room.

"Good," one of them sneered, "Perhaps it'll teach you a lesson about snooping where you don't belong."

Ye Yang clenched his fists, the pain a distant echo compared to the burning humiliation.

Days turned into weeks. Ye Yang slowly healed, his body a patchwork of bruises and bandages.

The physician's grim prognosis proved accurate; his leg remained weak, the pain a constant, unwelcome companion.

He spent his days confined to his room, brooding, plotting, and nursing his wounds both physical and emotional.

News of Ye Yang's condition spread through the estate like wildfire. The guards, emboldened by their lord's Favour, openly mocked him, their laughter a constant reminder of his humiliation.

One evening, while trying to navigate the uneven floor with his cane, Ye Yang overheard a conversation. It was Elara, her voice a silken caress, speaking to her uncle.

"Why are we here?" she asked her uncle while moving towards Ye Yang's room.

"To announce our marriage," her uncle replied, a smirk playing on his lips, "Let him know that you are pregnant with my child and that you'll soon bear it."

"I don't think it's necessary," she spoke, while her uncle put his hands on her waist.

"Don't you think that this will be a good farewell from your side? At least you won't feel guilty about ditching that piece of trash."

"I don't feel any guilt. It was my father who decided to marry me to the winner of the competition of the brave, and at that time I felt proud to marry a guy like him. But later, when he lost his yang energy, he became a waste, and now it's my choice to be with whom I want."