NTR: Choice Based System

Barad's heart ached. He knew the formation was manipulating her fears, twisting her thoughts.

He had to be strong, for her sake. "We'll face this together, Dan Ya," he vowed, his voice steady. "We'll overcome this."

But then the scenery changed dramatically. They were now standing on a perilous cliff edge, Dan Ya's back turned to a deep, treacherous trench. They were locked in an embrace, unaware of their precarious position.

Suddenly, Barad felt his grip on Dan Ya loosening. Before he could react, the cliff beneath her feet crumbled, and she pushed him to safety as she plummeted into the abyss.

"NOOOOO!" Barad screamed, his heart shattering.

He tried to jump after her, but his body was frozen, as if seized by an unseen force. With a surge of willpower and cultivation, he managed to break free from the invisible grip. As he was about to leap, the scenery shifted once more.

Now, he found himself standing before a door, hearing Dan Ya's voice from within. Just as he was about to enter, the door swung open, revealing Dan Ya with a man whose face was obscured.

Surprised, Dan Ya exclaimed, "Barad! What are you doing here?"

Confused, Barad replied, "Dan Ya, what are you doing here?" He realized they were in an inn, and the room was a private guest room.

Dan Ya gave Barad a look, "Didn't I tell you I came here to meet someone important who can help me establish a new business?"

"New business? Someone important? What are you even talking about?" he leaned on the door to see the man clearly, but Dan Ya closed the door in his face.

Dan Ya spoke, "First, tell me, what are you doing here? Are you spying on me?" she asked with a stern tone.

Barad was stunned, "What happened to you? Why are you behaving like this?" His mind filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Dan Ya's expression hardened. "I'm not the one who has changed. You have changed. You that I have plans, ambitions, and this man can help me achieve them."

Barad was bewildered. The Dan Ya he knew was kind, compassionate, and always put others before herself. This woman, this stranger, was unrecognizable.

"What about us? What about our bond?" he pleaded.

Dan Ya scoffed. "Our bond? That was a foolish dream. Reality is harsh, and I intend to survive."

Barad's heart sank. He had never seen her so cold, so calculating. A wave of anger washed over him. "Fine," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "If that's how you want it."

With a heavy heart, Barad turned away, leaving Dan Ya and her mysterious companion behind.

As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Then, the scenery changed once more, and he found himself at the gates of an escort agency.

"Why am I here?" he wondered as he entered. Everyone inside was staring at him with unwelcoming looks, a stark contrast to their usual greetings.

Ignoring the hostile stares, he walked towards his cabin and found someone seated at his desk. Unsurprised, he recognized it was Dan Ya.

Barad smiled and approached her, but his smile faltered as he took in her new appearance. She was wearing revealing clothing that left little to the imagination.

Her Nipples were visible from her cloths, "What are you wearing?" he asked, confused.

Dan Ya smirked, "What! You don't like my new look?"

Barad was speechless. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The woman he once knew, kind and compassionate, was now a shadow of her former self. "Dan Ya," he stammered, "what has happened to you?"

"Oh, come on, Barad," she said dismissively. "Life's too short to be serious all the time. Besides, these are just cloths. It's not like I'm hurting anyone."

Barad's anger was rising. "You're hurting yourself!" he shouted. "You're betraying everything we stand for."

Dan Ya rolled her eyes. "Please. Spare me the lecture. I'm doing what I liked to do. And honestly, I'm enjoying it."

Barad was stunned. He couldn't comprehend how she could be so callous and indifferent. "You've changed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You're not the same person I fell in love with."

Dan Ya shrugged. "People change, Barad. Deal with it." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

"This can't be real" the realization dawned on him, "this is all illusion, my Dan Ya is not like her."

But then the scenery again changed and he found himself in a dark room with a single light on the red bed where a group of men were enjoying the body of a mature female.

Upon looking closer, it was Dan Ya. Barad yelled her name, but they didn't stop the act.

Dan Ya was sitting on top of the man, hugging him tightly. Her hands were busy stroking the dragons tattooed on the arms of two men on either side, while another three men watched intently, waiting for their turn.

Seeing this, Barak's body froze. He wanted to stop it, but his voice seemed to be unheard.

"Dan Ya!" he shouted.

"Stop!"

"Stop, what are you doing to my Dan Ya?"

"Dan Ya, look here!"

"I'm here, Dan Ya!"

But Dan Ya was lost in the moment, humping above the men and revelling in the thrill of the group's attention. The man on her right played with her right melons, while the one on her left squeezed her left.

Barad tried to move, but he couldn't budge. Desperate, he strained, and eventually, he managed to inch closer as he heard his wife's muffled moans.

Right now, the man on the right had shoved his Dragon into her mouth, eliciting muffled moans from her. Another man had joined the fray, using her hand to stroke his Dragon.

Dan Ya, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, couldn't help but moan louder, her body arching involuntarily.

The man below, feeling her every movement, smirked, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." His voice was low, a stark contrast to the cacophony of moans and grunts filling the room.

"Shut up and fu*k me," she replied, her voice hoarse.

The man grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, your wish is my command." He thrust harder, his movements synchronized with the others, creating a rhythmic symphony of flesh and desire.

Barak, meanwhile, struggled to break free from the invisible chains binding him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. He wanted to scream, to shout, but his voice was trapped, a silent prisoner in his own body.

"Isn't this ironic?" the man below Dan Ya chuckled. "Your husband, struggling to revive a business, while his wife is here, lost in a sea of lust."

Dan Ya, oblivious to the drama unfolding outside her pleasured world, simply arched her back and let out a long, drawn-out moan.

The man on her right, sensing her heightened arousal, began to tug at her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "You taste so sweet."

With a swift movement, he sank his teeth into her neck, his bite gentle yet firm. Dan Ya gasped, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. The man smiled; his eyes filled with a predatory glint. "You're mine now," he growled.

Barak's heart sank. He could feel his world crumbling around him, piece by piece. He tried to move again, but it was futile. He was trapped, a helpless spectator to his own wife's degradation.

The man below Dan Ya, sensing Barak's desperation, chuckled. "Don't worry, your turn will come. But first, let's enjoy this moment." He turned his attention back to Dan Ya, his eyes burning with desire.

Dan Ya, her senses heightened by the biting sensation on her neck, closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment. She let the men do as they pleased, her body arching and twisting in a frenzy of ecstasy.

The room was a whirlwind of lust, a symphony of moans and grunts. Dan Ya, her body slick with sweat, was the centrepiece of this carnal action.

The man beneath her, his eyes glazed with desire, thrusted rhythmically, his every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"Oh God," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Faster, harder."

The man grinned, his grip tightening on her hips. "You want it rough, huh?" he growled, his voice a low rumble.

Dan Ya nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head. She wanted to be dominated, to be taken over by the primal urge. The man, sensing her desire, began to bite her earlobe, his teeth gently nipping at her sensitive skin.

"Leave your husband," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "and live with me, I'll take you to the world of depravity."

Dan Ya arched her back, inviting him deeper. The man, taking the cue, thrust harder, his movements becoming more urgent. She could feel the heat building within her, a fiery intensity that threatened to consume her.

Just as she was about to reach her climax, the man on her left pulled her head back and kissed her passionately. His tongue explored her mouth while exchanging salvia.

Dan Ya's body trembled as she felt the first wave of pleasure. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a flood of sensation. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room. The man beneath her, sensing her imminent release, quickened his pace.

With a final, earth-shattering climax, Dan Ya's body went limp. She was spent, utterly drained of energy. The man, satisfied, collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rhythm of their breathing. Dan Ya, her eyes still closed, basked in the afterglow. She had never felt so alive, so completely fulfilled.