NTR: Choice Based System-Chapter 242: Challenge To Training Head

Ye Yang, however, sensed something amiss.

He had caught the nervousness on the face of Aunt Ya and though he couldn't decipher the exact nature of their unease, a prickle of concern settled in his mind.

While once again, Training Head slid his fingers on Dan Ya's undergarments and began playing with the folds of her wet lower lips.

Meanwhile, Barad, still focused on Ye Yang's experience, asked another question, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Nephew Yang, did you have to go through something unimaginable or unbearable? Did something specific happen to you?" He added, "You don't have to go into detail; I just want to understand the general nature of your experience."

Ye Yang offered a simple smile as not much he can disclose especially after gaining the control over the artifact. "I did have to endure hardship, Uncle Barad. As for anything strange… well, it's difficult to explain. It was like being in an illusion within an illusion. A world nested inside another illusion, all of it feeling incredibly real."

He chose not to elaborate further, his cryptic words adding another layer of mystery to his return.

Soon after, the strained dinner came to an end. Dan Ya, still trembling and feeling soiled, rose with Barad to return to her chamber.

Training Head watched them go, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looked at his wet fingers filled with Dan Ya's body liquid.

He felt a sense of control over Dan Ya now, a dark satisfaction in her silent suffering.

His mind began to formulate the next stage of his plan, a plan that hinged on the removal of both Barad and Ye Yang. He considered various methods, his eyes narrowing in thought of enjoying Dan Ya's mature body.

As Ye Yang turned to leave, he noticed Training Head's self-satisfied expression and the way his gaze lingered on Dan Ya.

A coldness settled in Ye Yang's heart, a growing suspicion that something sinister had transpired during the dinner. He decided to think of something before things goes out of their control.

Just then, Hell approached Ye Yang, stifling a yawn. "The dinner is already finished?" he mumbled sleepily. "By the way, when did you come back from that artifact? If I'm not wrong, it should have taken at least two days to finish all its trials. How did you manage it so quickly?"

Ye Yang simply smirked, offering no explanation, his silence only deepening the mystery surrounding his swift return from the puzzle formation.

Hell's words hung in the air; a low taunt directed at Ye Yang while his gaze flickered towards Training Head's sinister smile.

"You should do something about him, or you'll lose her," he murmured, his eyes then shifting to Dan Ya's retreating figure.

Ye Yang's smirk vanished, replaced by a thoughtful frown. Hell's direct remark resonated with the unease he had already felt during dinner.

He had indeed noticed Training Head's unsettling behaviour and Dan Ya's forced composure. The pieces were slowly starting to fall into place, painting a disturbing picture.

"What do you know, Hell?" Ye Yang asked, his voice low and serious. He knew Hell often possessed insights others lacked, a consequence of his peculiar nature.

Hell stretched languidly, another yawn escaping his lips. "Let's just say some people wear their intentions more visibly than others. That Training Head… his desires are as transparent as a shallow puddle on a sunny day. And your dear Aunt Ya… she carries the weight of something unpleasant."

Ye Yang's gaze narrowed. "Did something happen at the dinner that I missed?"

Hell shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Some games are played beneath the table, where the eyes cannot see. But the air… it carries the scent of discomfort and violation." He paused, his gaze drifting towards the direction Dan Ya had gone. "She's a fragile flower wilting under a toxic shadow."

Ye Yang's fists clenched subtly. Hell's words confirmed his growing suspicions. Whatever Training Head was doing, it was causing Dan Ya significant distress. He thought back to her pale face and strained smile, the pieces clicking into place with a sickening certainty.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Ye Yang asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Hell chuckled softly. "And interrupt such a fascinating display of human depravity? Besides," he added, his tone turning slightly more serious, "sometimes it's better to observe before acting. To understand the full scope of the game before making your move."

"But Aunt Ya…" Ye Yang began, concern lacing his words.

"She's strong," Hell interjected, though his eyes held a flicker of doubt. "But even the strongest will eventually break under enough pressure. You need to decide, Ye Yang, what kind of nephew you want to be. One who stands by and watches, or one who intervenes."

Ye Yang's jaw tightened. There was no question in his mind. He wouldn't stand idly by while Training Head preyed on his aunt. The seemingly harmless dinner had unveiled a darker undercurrent, a sinister game that Training Head was playing.

"Tell me what you saw, Hell," Ye Yang said, his voice firm with resolve. "Every detail, no matter how small it might seem."

Hell leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he recounted the subtle cues he had observed: Training Head's furtive glances, Dan Ya's barely perceptible flinches, the charged atmosphere that seemed to cling to them.

He didn't know the specifics of Training Head's actions beneath the table, but the scent of Dan Ya's body fluid in the air, especially on Training Head was telling the whole story.

As Hell spoke, Ye Yang's anger grew. The smug look on Training Head's face after Dan Ya had left now seemed even more repulsive. He had underestimated the man's depravity.

Ye Yang said, his voice low and dangerous. "It seems my time spent in the artifact wasn't the only eye-opening experience tonight."

He turned his gaze in the direction Dan Ya had gone, his mind already racing, formulating a plan. He needed to protect his aunt, and to do that, he had to end every game of Training Head before he harmed Dan Ya even a little more.

Hell chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. "Do you want me to end his life with one slap? This is very easy for me, but…" He shook his head, playing with words as he added.

"If I help you in every way, then you won't be able to grow, Ye Yang." He began to leave towards the resting area.

"Ye Yang, think of something where you don't have to dirty your hands, and still, you can get rid of your problem." Hell vanished, leaving Ye Yang with a hint to end the game of Training Head.

Training Head, with a smug and satisfied smile, also began to depart. But as he passed Ye Yang, his eyes gleamed with a perverse amusement.

He deliberately brought his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply right in front of Ye Yang, a silent, disgusting boast. "Ye Yang, you should rest. Your training will begin tomorrow. You remember your promise, right?"

Ye Yang nodded curtly; his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Inside, a storm of rage brewed, a primal urge to end Training Head's life on the spot but he controlled his urged as he was no match for him.

But Hell's words echoed in his mind, a challenge to find a more nuanced solution. Suddenly, an idea sparked, a way to turn Training Head's arrogance against him.

Adopting a polite, almost deferential tone, Ye Yang spoke, his voice carefully controlled with an innocent smile, "Training Head, I'm ready for my training, but before that… a thought occurred to me. Would you be willing to go through the puzzle formation as well? It would be an insight for us to see what mistakes we made in comparison to a person as experienced as you."

"What do you think! Are you capable of doing it better?" Ye Yang's simple request carried a clear challenge, easily discernible, though Training Head interpreted it as arrogance.

"Hahaha…. Ye Yang, this might be difficult for you, but not for me." Training Head paused, a thought flickering in his eyes. "I'm ready to do this, but not at the moment as training is also important. So, how about after brother Barad leaves?"