NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 60: Corruption of First elder Eva Angel 2

Later, she contemplated ending her own life to escape the torment, but Ye Wanshu's grip on her was too strong, his influence too pervasive. Ultimately, she succumbed to his dominance, surrendering to a life of sexual servitude, forced to endure the cruel whims of her captor.

Ye Wanshu's sinister dual cultivation technique had branded Eva Angel's body with a lasting imprint, condemning her to a life of unrelenting sexual desire. The technique had awakened a deep-seated hunger within her, making it impossible for her to abstain from nightly pleasures.

Her body, once dedicated to spiritual growth, was now a slave to its own carnal appetites, forever trapped in a cycle of craving and satisfaction.

Every night, Eva Angel's body craved sexual release, either through self-pleasure or surrendering to Ye Wanshu's desires. When alone, she would seek out the female guard to satiate her cravings, but whenever Ye Wanshu was present, she was subject to his unyielding passion.

He would lavish her with intense pounding, his high-level cultivation granting him boundless endurance, allowing him to prolong their encounters until he was utterly spent.

Eva Angel's enslavement to Ye Wanshu was absolute, compelling her to submit to his every whim, including the most debasing sexual acts. He exploited her body for his own gain, sharing her with influential individuals whose favor he sought to curry.

These encounters were not driven by desire, but by Ye Wanshu's calculating ambition, leaving Eva Angel a mere vessel for the pleasure and political leverage of others.

At an imperial banquet, Eva Angel was by Ye Wanshu's side, and afterwards, they were summoned to a private audience with the emperor and empress.

In a stunning display of imperial decadence, the empress offered herself to Ye Wanshu for a night of pleasure, but at a steep price: the First Elder would be compelled to surrender to the emperor's desires. This audacious proposal laid bare the empress's cunning and the dark, lascivious intrigues that pervaded the imperial court. Thank you for reading on m v le_mpyr

That day, Ye Wanshu discovered the emperor's twisted fetish - a desire to share the empress with others. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wanshu, ever the calculating individual, accepted the empress's offer without hesitation.

His acceptance was a testament to his own moral flexibility, for he was far from a paragon of virtue, like the Buddha.

With a swift decision, he chose to indulge in the empress's proposal, further entwining himself in the imperial court's web of decadence.

That night, Ye Wanshu indulged in a carnal encounter with one of the continent's most ravishing MILFs, whose beauty rivalled that of Eva Angel.

The empress's stunning allure and sensuality left Ye Wanshu enchanted, as he surrendered to a night of unbridled passion.

Her mature charm and captivating presence made her a formidable temptress, one that even Ye Wanshu couldn't resist.

Ye Wanshu, a man of voracious appetites, had indulged in numerous conquests, including married women, but he discerned a distinction among them.

The empress, in particular, had captivated him, and he eagerly anticipated the upcoming banquet as an opportunity to further explore the depths of their passion. His desire for her was palpable, and he looked forward to the chance to satiate his cravings.

For the First Elder, self-pleasure was as essential as the air she breathed, a fundamental need that drove her every waking moment.

With this burning desire coursing through her veins, she found herself drawn to the Hell's Dragon, her lips instinctively seeking out its tip in a passionate kiss.

This intimate gesture was a testament to the depth of her longing, a surrender to the primal urges that consumed her very being.

Hell's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with promise. "Yes, drive into your desire and explore every path your body craves. Let me guide you on this journey, navigating the twists and turns of your deepest longings."

She was irreparably corrupted, her soul consumed by the darkness within. Hell's words served as a catalyst, igniting a firestorm of lust and desire that ravaged her very being, leaving her a slave to her most primal urges.

Hell's dragon head had grown to the size of her fist, and as lust consumed her from the outside in, she opened her mouth to its limits. With a fervent desire, she took Hell's dragon head into her mouth, enveloping it with a passion that knew no bounds.

Her tongue was already busy licking every corner of Hell's dragon head, leaving no corner unexplored.

Then, with a slow, sensual rhythm, she started to move her head, her tongue gliding effortlessly across the dragon's head, drinking in the texture and taste of the beast.

Hell's face contorted into a sly smile as he exclaimed, "I must admit, I underestimated your tongue's prowess. It seems that man has indeed trained you well, honing every aspect of your body into an instrument of pleasure."

Upon hearing Hell's words, the First Elder's body momentarily froze, her mind racing with the question of how he knew about her past.

Yet, despite her sudden stillness, her tongue continued its gentle exploration of his dragon head, moving with a life of its own as if refusing to be swayed by her momentary shock.

Hell had already possessed knowledge of her past from the moment they met, having employed his extraordinary skill to extract her memories without her even realizing it. This was his unique technique, one that allowed him to uncover the deepest secrets of those around him

Hell attempted to employ the same technique on Ye Yang, but it only partially succeeded. Due to the System's interference, half of Ye Yang's memories remained shrouded in haze, refusing to yield to Hell's probing.

The unclear and distorted recollections proved resistant to his extraction method, limiting his access to Ye Yang's past.

As if seeking clarification, she asked in a curious tone, "Hua tu ytu khuoh?"

But her mouth was preoccupied, making her words difficult to discern.

Despite her muffled speech, Hell grasped her question and replied, "Don't bother wondering how I know."

He then slowly yet deliberately slid his dragon head further into her throat, his voice low and sensual as he added, "Your focus should be on how I feel." As he spoke, he initiated a gentle yet insistent motion, his actions conveying his desire and then he starts fucking her mouth.