NTR: Choice Based System-Chapter 244: Dan Ya, Stretch For Me!

As Ye Yang steeled his resolve, he met Gao Pen's challenging gaze. "Alright," he said, his voice firm, cutting through the warriors' boasts.

"Let's see what you've got." A determined glint shone in his eyes.

He would use their training to hone his own skills and, more importantly, to distract himself from the disturbing scene he had just witnessed.

He decided to let Gao Pen and others know their place. He knew that they must knew of his past and that's why even the mere escort warriors are taking him as a joke.

Meanwhile, Training Head led Dan Ya towards his tent, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.

Hell, nestled comfortably in Dan Ya's arms, observed the unfolding events with a curious tilt of his head.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was thick with a suffocating tension. Training Head turned to Dan Ya; his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "strip and wear these," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Just like before."

Hell, despite his canine form, felt a prickle of unease. He sensed the power dynamic between the two, a disturbing intimacy that had seemingly progressed in Ye Yang's absence.

He whined softly in Dan Ya's arms, his gaze flicking between her and Training Head.

Dan Ya hesitated, her hands trembling slightly. Her eyes darted towards the tent flap, as if hoping for an escape that wasn't there.

Training Head's smile vanished, replaced by a hard, dangerous edge. "Did you not hear me?" he said, his voice laced with a potent threat. "Do it faster, Dan Ya. Or would you prefer your precious Nephew to witness you in this… vulnerable state?"

His cruel words struck their mark. A flicker of defiance ignited in Dan Ya's eyes, quickly followed by a wave of grim resignation.

She gently placed Hell on the side, her gaze lingering on the small dog for a fleeting moment, a silent apology perhaps.

Then, with a visible tremor in her hands, she began to remove her robes. The heavy fabric fell to the ground, revealing her bare skin under the tent's dim light.

Training Head watched intently, his eyes raking over her body, a lewd hunger in his gaze.

He licked his lips slowly, his attention drawn to the curves of her big Melons and the hidden contours beneath. He had seen her naked before, many times, but the act of her stripping before him, under his command, never failed to elicit a dark thrill.

Once completely nude, Dan Ya picked up the striped cloths, her movements stiff and mechanical. She began to cover her intimate areas, the coarse fabric a stark contrast to her soft skin.

Her nipples were already hard as they were visible from the thin cloth on her Melons while slit of her lower lips was wetting the cloths between her legs.

Training Head watched her, a satisfied smile returning to his lips. "That's what I was asking for, Dan Ya," he purred, his voice dripping with a sickening sweetness.

"You learn quickly." He took a step closer, his gaze lingering on the small patches of skin that the striped cloths failed to conceal.

"Now, let's see if those muscles are as supple as they look," Training Head said, his eyes never leaving Dan Ya's form. "Stretch for me, Dan Ya. Show me your dedication."

"First," he continued, stepping closer and placing a hand on her shoulder, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary, "reach for the sky. Arms straight, stretch high."

As Dan Ya complied, her movements stiff, Training Head moved behind her. "Now, lean back slightly," he instructed, his hands now resting on her lower back, ostensibly to guide her.

His thumbs, however, edged closer to the sides of her breasts. As he began to apply a subtle pressure, a low growl rumbled in Hell's chest.

The small beast, who had been watching with increasing agitation, took a step forward, a soft whine escaping him. Training Head ignored him, his pressure on Dan Ya's breasts increasing. Suddenly, Hell erupted in a series of sharp barks, startling both Dan Ya and Training Head.

"Damn mutt!" Training Head hissed, momentarily breaking his focus on Dan Ya. Hell continued to bark insistently, his gaze fixed on Training Head's hand.

"Alright, alright," Training Head said, stepping back with a sigh of annoyance. "Clearly, our furry friend is feeling protective. Let's try a different stretch." He gestured towards the centre of the tent. "Headstand, Dan Ya. Let's work on your balance and core."

Dan Ya hesitated for a fraction of a second before inverting herself, her bare legs pointing towards the tent's peak.

Training Head moved quickly, grasping her ankles. "Now, spread them wider," he commanded, pulling her legs apart.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixated on the juncture of her thighs, the thin fabric barely concealing her wet folds.

He leaned in, his breath warm against the cloth covering her lower lips. He even nudged the fabric slightly with his hand, about to lower his head further, when Hell's furious barking filled the tent once more.

"Enough!" Training Head roared, straightening up abruptly, his face flushed with anger. "That wretched dog is testing my patience." Hell stood his ground, barking relentlessly, his small body trembling with protective fury.

Training Head glared at Hell for a moment before turning back to Dan Ya, who was slowly lowering herself. "Fine," he spat, regaining a semblance of his earlier composure. "One more stretch. Lie on your back, Dan Ya. Spread your legs wide and arch your back."

Dan Ya followed his instructions, her eyes downcast. Training Head positioned himself between her outstretched legs, his gaze lingering on her exposed form.

This time, Hell remained silent, observing with a low, continuous growl. Training Head lowered his head, his lips brushing against Dan Ya's nipple. She flinched slightly. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and possessive as he began to suckle gently. "This is part of your training, Dan Ya. You must learn to endure discomfort if you wish to become stronger.

Every sensation, every challenge, will forge you." He savoured the taste, his hands reaching out to grip her thighs, his thumbs pressing her smooth chubby skin.

Dan Ya remained still, her expression a mixture of resignation and a flicker of something akin to pain as Training Head freed the other breast and began sucking on it too.

A low moan escaped Dan Ya's lips, but she remained still, maintaining the arched position of her back.

Training Head's grip on her thighs tightened, and as she inadvertently shifted, a soft gasp escaped her as she made contact with the obvious erection of his dragon beneath his pants.

He began to subtly rub against her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. Another, more pronounced moan, this time tinged with a hint of involuntary pleasure, slipped past Dan Ya's lips.

From his spot on the side, Hell watched the unfolding scene, a knowing smirk twisting his canine face. "Humans or demons, lust can blind anyone," he mused silently.

He observed Dan Ya's subtle shifting, the way her breath hitched, and the almost imperceptible relaxation of her tense muscles.

He then glanced at Training Head, whose face was now flushed with arousal, his eyes half-closed in focused desire.

The marks of his earlier attentions were stark against Dan Ya's pale skin – her Melons were visibly reddened, bearing the unmistakable imprints of his kisses and even faint teeth marks.

Training Head continued his ministrations, the friction increasing. "That's it, Dan Ya," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let go of the tension. Embrace the sensation. It's all part of becoming stronger, isn't it?"

He punctuated his words with soft, wet kisses on her collarbone, his hands now moving more freely over her thighs, guiding her movements against his growing erection. Dan Ya's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.