NTR: Choice Based System

Dan Ya cried out in pain as Training Head's sword connected with her flesh. The sharp sting of the impact sent shivers down her spine, but she refused to give in. She pushed herself up, her eyes filled with defiance.

"You're strong, more than I imagined," Training Head chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "But you're still too weak."

With renewed vigour, Dan Ya charged at him, her sword a blur of motion. But Training Head was too quick, too skilled. He effortlessly parried her attacks, his movements fluid and graceful.

"You need more," he said, his voice low and menacing. "More strength, more endurance, more... submission."

"THUD"

"THUD"

He delivered two shots to her thighs, causing Dan Ya to fall to the ground again. Training Head enjoyed this, taming her into submission.

He paused, his eyes boring into hers. "And you need to learn to control your desires."

Dan Ya's heart pounded. She knew what he meant. The artifact, the constant stimulation, it was driving her mad. But she also knew that it was making her stronger, pushing her to her limits.

"I can control myself," she insisted, her voice barely a whisper.

Training Head smirked. "We'll see about that."

He lunged forward, his sword aimed at her heart. Dan Ya raised her sword to block, but he was too fast. His blade grazed her skin, leaving red mark on her skin.

"You're not ready," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "The control you need extends far beyond merely parrying a few attacks."

Dan Ya gritted her teeth. Her body was wracked with pain externally, yet a strange pleasure pulsed within. Despite this, she made up her mind. She would not be defeated. She would prove him wrong.

The battle raged on, a brutal dance of wood and flesh. Dan Ya fought with a ferocity that surprised even herself. But Training Head was relentless, his attacks growing more vicious with each passing moment.

Finally, exhausted and injured, Dan Ya fell to the ground. Training Head stood over her, his sword poised to strike the final blow.

"It's over," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

The moment his sword struck her stomach, she couldn't maintain her composure. Pain surged through her, yet an overwhelming pleasure consumed her, forcing her to climax. A torrent of fluid involuntarily escaped her lower lips.

Training Head smirked; his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Weakness," he sneered, "is a woman's greatest enemy."

Dan Ya, gasping for breath, felt a surge of defiance. This wasn't weakness, this was... control? A strange, terrifying control she hadn't understood.

Training Head's tone became serious as he tore the bandages on her body, exposing her naked bruised body.

He looked between her legs, "This is your weakness and not only yours but the weakness of every woman out there." His eyes lingered on her wet lower lips and the puddle of water beneath her.

"We are not over yet," he said. "Today's massage is going to be more intense than yesterday. Remember, you have to control your desire to become strong."

Dan Ya's mind went blank. Her voice, weak and bleak, trailed off, "No... I'm exhausted to the core, not today."

Training Head ignored her plea, picked her up like a sack of potatoes, and carried her straight to her tent.

"Don't forget," he growled, "you have your punishment left for being late to

training."

"SLAP"

He slapped her plump buttocks, then squeezed the same area where his hand and wooden sword marks were imprinted.

"AAAHAAAA"

She moaned but remained silent, drained of all energy. She could only hope that this ordeal would end soon and she could finally rest."

Training Head threw her on the bed, the impact knocking the breath out of her. He turned her quickly on her stomach, his movements efficient and devoid of any gentleness. Dan Ya lay there, her body trembling, not from fear, but from a strange mixture of exhaustion and a forbidden anticipation.

Training Head knelt beside her; his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He reached for the oils, his fingers tracing the bruises on her skin. "This will help," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Ease the pain, prepare you for what's to come."

Dan Ya closed her eyes, a silent plea escaping her lips. Please make it quick, she thought, just let me rest.

Training Head's hands smoothly rubbed her back as he applied oil to her naked body. "This oil is made up of Blood of the Yang lizard," he explained, a cruel lewd smile on his face, "which generates heat and recovers damaged skin, be ready as the heat will make you lose your mind. "

Dan Ya whispered, "I'm already at the end of losing my mind, please don't... " But before she could continue, she felt Training Head's oily hands on her butt cheeks as his fingers parted the gap.

A little moan escaped her lips, "AHAAAAA"

Training Head spoke in a serious tone, 'Control your desire, Dan Ya.'"

Dan Ya clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the burning sensation spreading through her skin. The Yang lizard oil was indeed potent, a fiery heat coursing through her veins. Her breath hitched as Training Head began to massage her thighs, his touch firm and deliberate.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. "You are too weak, Dan Ya," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "and you are also very fragile. You crave this, crave the release."

He leaned closer, his breath fanning against her ear. "Let go," he urged, "surrender to the sensation. Let the heat consume you but only this time."

Dan Ya's resolve wavered. The heat was unbearable, pushing her to the edge. She wanted to scream, to thrash, to escape his touch. But a strange, intoxicating pleasure mingled with the pain, a forbidden desire that threatened to consume her entirely.

"I know what you want, and I'll help you," Training Head said, his voice low and menacing, "but from next day, you have to control."

With that, his hands returned to her buttocks, his fingers probing the gap between her butt cheeks. He inserted two fingers down, exploring the wet folds of her lower lips.