NTR: Choice Based System

Barak, frozen in a state of shock and disbelief, watched the scene unfold before him. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, despair, and a deep sense of betrayal consumed him.

He tried to scream, to break free from the invisible chains that bound him, but his voice was trapped, a silent cry in the void. The room, once filled with the sounds of lust and desire, now echoed with an eerie silence.

As the men began to withdraw, their attention shifting from Dan Ya to each other, Barak seized the opportunity. With a surge of adrenaline, he broke free from the invisible grip, his body moving with a newfound strength.

He lunged forward, his eyes filled with rage. The men, startled by his sudden movement, turned to face him. But before they could react, Barak unleashed a powerful energy wave, a burst of raw power that sent them flying.

Dan Ya, still dazed from the intense pleasure, looked up at Barak with a mixture of confusion and fear. But before she could utter a word, Barak grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the chaos.

Dan Ya yelled, "Where are you taking me? Can't you see my happiness?" Her eyes were glaring at Barak; she distanced herself from him.

Barak tried to hug her, but Dan Ya refuted, "Stay away from me." She looked at the men who were injured because of Barak.

Barak, stunned, looked at Dan Ya. "What are you saying? This is your happiness and not me? How can you change so much in such a short time?"

Dan Ya answered in a mocking tone, "Yes, this is my happiness. After staying away from you for a month, I realized how amazing this world is and how much I was missing the adventurous world."

"Fortunately, I got to see it with my own eyes, and in front of it, you and your love is nothing."

Tears started flowing from Barak's eyes. The bulky bald man was tearing in front of his wife. "Cheating on your husband is your happiness, tell me?"

"Having extramarital affairs is your happiness?"

"Satisfying a group of men is your happiness?"

"Tell me, is this the end of our love?"

Dan Ya smirked, "Love? That's a foolish concept. It's a mere illusion, a fleeting emotion. Real pleasure, true happiness, lies in indulging one's desires, exploring the depths of sensuality."

Barak was heartbroken, his world shattered into pieces. He couldn't believe the woman he loved, the woman he had vowed to protect, had turned into this.

"You've changed, Dan Ya," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You're not the same person I fell in love with."

Dan Ya shrugged, "People change, Barak. It's time you accepted that."

With a heavy heart, Barak turned to leave. He couldn't bear to stay any longer, to witness the degradation of the woman he loved. As he walked away, he glanced back one last time, hoping to see a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. But there was nothing, only a cold, indifferent stare.

As Barak stepped out of the room, the illusion shattered, and he found himself back in the familiar surroundings of his home. The nightmare, the horrific vision, had ended. But the pain, the anguish, remained.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Barak couldn't shake off the haunting memories. He tried to focus on his work, his cultivation, but his mind was constantly plagued by thoughts of Dan Ya. He wondered what had happened to her, what had turned her into such a person.

One day, while meditating, a thought struck him. Perhaps there is still hope. Perhaps there was still a part of her that was fighting back, a part that yearned for the love and affection they once shared.

With renewed hope, Barak decided to seek her out. He knew it would be dangerous, but he was willing to risk everything to save her. He travelled to the heart of the city, then the Inn where she was staying last time, a place of darkness and despair. There, he found Dan Ya, trapped in a crystal prison, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing.

"Dan Ya," he called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. "Can you hear me?"

Dan Ya's eyes flickered, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Barak," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "Is that really you?"

Barak nodded, his heart pounding with hope. "It's me. I've come to save you."

With a surge of energy, Barak shattered the crystal prison, freeing Dan Ya. As she stepped out, she looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

"What happened to me, Barak?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. "Why did I do those terrible things?"

Barak tried to break the crystal prison, but he felt helpless. Then, two men came from the back side of the prison and entered it. Seeing them moving towards Dan Ya, Barak yelled, "Stay away from her!"

He forcefully tried to break the crystal prison and tried to enter it, but it was futile. The two men gave him a mocking smile, "You can't even keep your wife, and now here she is, ready to be fuc*ed and bred by us."

The two men, their eyes glinting with lust, moved towards Dan Ya. She, trapped within the crystal prison, could only watch helplessly as they approached. Her heart pounded with fear and anticipation, a strange mix of emotions she couldn't quite understand.

The men, their bodies rippling with power, reached out and touched the crystal. It shimmered and pulsed with energy, then slowly began to dissolve. Dan Ya felt a surge of warmth as the crystal melted away, freeing her from her icy prison.

As soon as she was free, the two men pounced, their hands grabbing her, their eyes burning with desire. Dan Ya, caught off guard, struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong.

One of the men, a burly, bearded man, pinned her down, his weight pinning her to the cold, hard floor. The other man, lean and muscular, moved closer, his eyes fixed on her lips.

"You're even more beautiful up close," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Dan Ya tried to resist, to fight back, but her strength was no match for theirs. She felt a sense of despair, a realization that she was powerless to stop what was about to happen.

The burly man, his eyes filled with lust, began to unbutton his shirt. As he exposed his muscular chest, Dan Ya felt a strange sensation. A part of her, a part she had never known existed, was stirring.

The lean man leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Dan Ya's body trembled. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the images forming in her mind. But it was no use. The desire, the longing, was too strong. She opened her eyes, her gaze locked with the lean man's.

The man smiled, a knowing smile. He leaned in and kissed her, a passionate, devouring kiss that sent shivers down her spine. Dan Ya responded, her lips parting, her tongue meeting his.

As the kiss deepened, the burly man began to undress her, his rough hands fumbling with her clothes. Dan Ya, lost in the moment, barely noticed. She was consumed by the passion, the intensity of the moment.

The two men, working in tandem, stripped her naked. Dan Ya, her body exposed, felt a surge of vulnerability and excitement. She had never felt so exposed, so raw.

The lean man, his eyes filled with desire, moved closer. He traced his fingers along her curves, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Dan Ya gasped, her body arching involuntarily.

The burly man, sensing her arousal, moved in. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked with hers. Dan Ya, her heart pounding, nodded in silent consent.

The man, with a grunt of effort, entered her. Dan Ya cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But as he moved, the pain faded, replaced by a wave of ecstasy.

The two men, working in unison, drove her to the brink of pleasure. She cried out, her body arching, her nails digging into the cold, hard floor. The world around her faded, replaced by a kaleidoscope of sensation.

When it was over, Dan Ya was spent, her body limp and her mind a blank. The two men, satisfied, stood over her, their eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment.

As they turned to leave, Dan Ya's eyes flickered open. She watched them go, a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt a sense of shame, of disgust, but also a strange sense of satisfaction.

Dan Ya, trapped in a cycle of desire and despair, watched as the two men left. Her body ached, her mind numb. She had betrayed Barak, the man who loved her, the man who had always been there for her.

Barak, still frozen, watched in horror as Dan Ya was violated before his very eyes. His heart ached with pain, his soul filled with despair. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him, to them.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why, Dan Ya?"

Dan Ya, her eyes filled with tears, looked at Barak. She wanted to reach out to him, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. She was trapped in a nightmare, a nightmare of her own making.

Barak, unable to bear the sight, closed his eyes. He tried to block out the image of Dan Ya being defiled, but it was too late. The image was etched into his mind, a permanent scar on his soul.