NTR: Choice Based System

"Hold them for me," he instructed her. "What?" Dana spoke, still not sure what he wanted her to do.

"Hold these jugs for me," he squeezed her melons, and then she realized that he wanted her to hold her melons.

Dan Ya followed the command and held her milky jugs. Training Head started poking fingers into her flesh, then he clutched her nipples and started forcing pressure on them.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"AAHAAAA!" Dan Ya exclaimed and cried in pain, but she didn't complain. In her heart, she knew that all these things were wrong, but she had to convince herself that everything was for training purposes for two reasons.

First, she thought that if Training Head wanted to force himself on her, she was powerless to resist. Second, it was because of her determination to help her husband.

There was another reason. if Training Head was really behind the assassination attempt on Ye Yang, the time she spent with him made her feel it was a wrong call. Continue your adventure with empire

The only thing she was worried about was Ye Yang, who was missing his training for the first week as the second week had started.

Training Head spoke while looking into Dan Ya's eyes, "Do you feel the heat?" His tone was, as usual, serious and filled with dominance.

Dan Ya nodded, "Yes." Training Head gave her a wide smile, "Well, that's good. We'll work on these things daily after training."

Then his hands slipped onto her naked hips. "The main things are these. They're perfect for a man's liking. Your husband must be the one who loved these things best."

"SLAP!"

He gave a tight slap to her big buttocks, and they jiggled while he smiled, seeing his handprint on her skin. He was satisfied with her reaction; he knew she was becoming used to his actions.

Training Head smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Now, let's move on to something a bit more... stimulating." He reached for a small, peculiar Artifact from his spatial ring.

Dan Ya's heart pounded as she watched his every move. She asked with questioning eyes, "what this Artifact is?"

He attached the Artifact to her nipples, the cold metal sending shivers down her spine. "you'll wear this thing while training daily," he explained, his voice low and seductive. "this will help you maintain the size of your Melons."

The artifact was size of two fingers, it has some whole which can be adjusted. Training Head puts her nipples on the whole and then tighten them, then he infused his Qi and it started vibrating.

With his Qi infused in it, he can control the Artifact, even from the far. A gentle vibration pulsed through her, followed by a surge of unique energy. Dan Ya gasped, her body arching involuntarily.

"Good," Training Head purred, his hand tracing the curve of her body. "Now, let's see if you can handle more." He increased the intensity, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dizzying dance.

Dan Ya's vision blurred; her breath ragged. She was lost in a world of sensation, her body reacting instinctively to his every touch.

Then suddenly, he yelled, "Control yourself! Is this how you train? You can't even control a little sensation!" With that, he increased the intensity, and Dan Ya fell to the floor. Her body jiggled with intense pleasure.

Seeing she was losing control; Training Head had a bold idea. He removed his training shoes and used his foot to touch her body. "Control yourself, or I'm not going to be easy on you."

"I'm... I'm trying," Dan Ya spoke with difficulty, but Training Head knew she wasn't in control. He increased the intensity to the max, making her melons jiggle wildly.

His foot was close to her lower lips, and in another second, he used his toe to open her legs, positioning it above her wet lower lips.

He seized this moment and began caressing the folds of her lower lips with his toe. His toe was soaked in her wet liquid, but she didn't respond; instead, her sensitivity increased even more.

Dan Ya's body convulsed as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind a blank canvas. Training Head smirked; his eyes filled with a predatory glint. He knew he was one step closer to have her under his control.

With the intensified stimulation, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body thrashed; her cries muffled by the intensity of the pleasure. With a final, powerful surge, she climaxed, her body limp and spent.

Training Head removed the device, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "You're making progress," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But you still have a long way to go."

He turned his attention to her lower region, his toe still teasing her sensitive folds. With a gentle touch, he began to explore, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She was barely able to contain herself, her body yearning for more.

As he intensified the stimulation, Dan Ya's breath quickened. She was on the verge of another climax, her body trembling with anticipation. But Training Head held her back, prolonging the pleasure, pushing her to the very edge.

"Unless you control yourself, it'll be hard for us to start our training. But still, we can check if you've learned from your mistake," he said.

"I'm giving you one hour to rest," he continued, taking out bandages from his spatial ring. "You'll wear these around your body whenever we train. And don't forget to wear the Artifact back before wearing the bandages on your body."

With that, he left the tent, and Dan Ya tried to control herself as she sat in a puddle of her own bodily fluids.

An after later,

Dan Ya came out of the tent, her body wrapped in white bandages. Her large breasts looked massive and attractive, covered by the bandages. She couldn't wrap the bandages properly around her lower regions, and her camel toe was clearly visible.

Training Head looked at her and smiled, admiring her voluptuous, seductive body covered in bandages.

He threw a wooden sword at her and asked, "You're wearing the Artifact, right?" He could clearly see the bulge on her nipple but asked it anyway.

Dan Ya nodded while assuming a fighting stance. Training Head nodded, "Let's start."

With that, he began to instruct her on the proper stance, the correct grip, and the precise movements. Dan Ya listened intently, trying to absorb every word. However, her mind was distracted by the strange sensation of being so exposed. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her skin.

Training Head watched her closely, his eyes scanning her body. He noticed the way her breasts strained against the bandages, the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath. He knew she was struggling to focus, her mind consumed by desire.

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's try a different approach," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Focus on the feeling."

He stepped closer, his body brushing against hers. Dan Ya's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his skin. He reached out and gently touched the bandages, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.

"Feel the energy flowing through you," he whispered, his voice a mere breath away from her ear. "Let it guide your movements."

Dan Ya closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on his words. But the sensation of his touch was too much to bear. She could feel the heat rising within her, a fire ignited by his touch.

"Good," he murmured, his fingers now kneading the bandages, pressing against her sensitive skin. "Now, let's see what you can do."

He lunged forward, his wooden sword aimed at her heart. Dan Ya instinctively raised her sword to block the attack. The swords clashed, sending a shockwave through her body. She could feel the energy coursing through her veins, fuelling her every movement.

But as they fought, she couldn't help but be distracted by the sudden sensation she again started feeling on her nipples. It was Training Head who had started infusing his Qi into the artifact attached to her nipples.

With each strike, she could feel the tension building on them. As time passed, Training Head increased the intensity of the artifact, making it difficult for her to focus.

Soon, she felt that strange sensation between her legs too. She knew she was aroused. Her eyes flickered with desire as she looked at Training Head with lust.

For a millisecond, she was ready to cross the line, as it was hard to focus. But suddenly, she felt pain on her melons.

"THUD!"

It was a sword strike on her melons, and Training Head showed no mercy as another strike came on her thighs.

"AAHAAAA!"

She yelled and cried in pain, but Training Head ignored her cries. "Where is your focus? What's going on in your mind?"

Training Head's words echoed in Dan Ya's mind, jolting her back to reality. She realized the danger of losing control, the potential consequences of her actions. She gritted her teeth, channelling her anger and frustration into her movements.

With renewed determination, she focused on the fight, blocking and parrying Training Head's attacks. The artifact's vibrations intensified, pushing her to her limits. But she refused to succumb. She pushed back, her sword flashing with each strike.

Training Head, surprised by her sudden resilience, increased the intensity of his attacks. His sword danced, a blur of steel, aimed at her melons, thighs, and hips.

Dan Ya tried to counter again, but the moment the intensity reached its peak, her body jolted, and she lost her footing, allowing Training Head to strike her naked body.