NTR: Choice Based System

Yu Mei suddenly felt her world turn upside down.

She thought whatever had happened in the past few months would be hidden from her family, but it seemed the Clan Head was well aware of what happened between her and the Holy Son.

But in actuality, it was all his speculation.

The Clan Head didn't know the details about what transpired in the clan library between Yu Mei and the Holy Son; all he knew was that the Holy Son had emerged flustered and exhausted from the library after meeting with Yu Mei.

The Holy Son hadn't spoken about the incident, but Ye Wanshu made speculations and threw an arrow in the hope of getting her reaction, which he succeeded in.

He spoke with a smile on his face, his voice still that low, "I won't ask you what happened between you two, nor will I let your secret be known to anyone. But in return..."

His hand began to wander on her waist, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric, then the curve of her hip beneath. He then tucked her closer to him, a swift, decisive movement that pulled her side against his.

Yu Mei didn't oppose him. She couldn't. The shock had paralyzed her, robbing her of the ability to react, to push away, to even formulate a protest.

Her mind reeled, grappling with the sudden, terrifying exposure of her most guarded secret.

"How could he know? The possibilities flashed through her mind, each more dreadful than the last. Had the Holy Son himself spoken? No, that seemed unlikely given his reaction."

Had someone seen them? Had she been careless? The fear was a cold knot tightening in her stomach.

Ye Wanshu, misinterpreting her frozen stillness as obedience, smiled again, a slow, self-satisfied expression.

He lowered his head slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he sniffed her body scent, a long, inhaled appreciation that made her skin crawl. Then, his lips, cool and firm, pressed against the delicate skin of her neck.

A shudder ran through Yu Mei, an instinctive reaction she couldn't suppress.

His touch was a violation, stark and undeniable, magnified by the chilling knowledge that he held her reputation, her standing within the clan, potentially her very life, in his hands.

If this were to be known in the clan! If her husband found out what she had done, if her son and daughters knew how unfaithful their mother was, even the thought froze her heart.

"You are... fragrant," he murmured as his lips touching her delicate skin, his voice a husky whisper that she can feel his hot breath on her skin.

His hand, still anchored on her waist, tightened slightly, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them from the waist down.

She could feel the hard plane of his thigh pressed against hers, as he was enjoying every moment of his time with her.

Her mind, though reeling, desperately searched for an escape, a way out of this nightmare. But he had cornered her perfectly.

Her husband was absent, preoccupied with training Xu Li – a task of immense importance to the clan, as Ye Wanshu had just reminded her.

Shi Ling was no ally, deliberately shirking her duties and likely oblivious or indifferent to Yu Mei's plight.

And the Holy Son... the Holy Son was the source of her predicament, a complication she couldn't possibly involve without exposing everything.

"Clan Head," she managed to whisper, her voice thin and trembling, her gaze fixed on a point just past his shoulder, unable to meet his eyes. "What... what do you want?"

His laughter was a low rumble against her neck, sending another wave of revulsion through her. "What do you think, Yu Mei?" He lifted his head, his eyes, dark and glinting with triumph, finally meeting hers. "I want... cooperation. Loyalty. And a certain... closeness, Yu Me… let me fill in for your husband in his absence."

"I protect your secret, and you... acknowledge my position. Fully."

His hand left her waist, only to slide up her back, his thumb tracing the line of her spine through her robes.

It was a slow, deliberate touch, meant to assert his dominance, to remind her of her vulnerability. He leaned in again, his lips this time hovering just inches from hers.

"You have been doing everything on your own… while it's for duty to the clan, your husband still neglected you and your needs, not appreciating that even after three adult kids, you still have desires."

His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there. "Perhaps I can offer you... an appreciation which you are missing from your life."

He closed the distance, his mouth covering hers in a rough, demanding kiss.

Yu Mei's eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. It wasn't just the physical violation that was crushing her, but the utter despair of realizing how completely trapped she was.

The power dynamic was absolute. She was caught between a devastating secret and a predatory man who saw her as just another resource to be controlled and consumed.

His kiss deepened, unforgiving and possessive, a silent, brutal confirmation of the new reality he was imposing upon her.

The kiss wasn't deep. Clan Head Ye Wanshu was just testing the waters. Even though he was rough with her, he didn't invade her lips and go any further.

Ending the kiss, he pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on hers, a lustful tone now evident in his voice. "The Holy Son is an outsider, Yu Mei. You can't have a relationship with him. If this were to be known to outsiders, then our clan will become a laughing stock in the world, while your husband... a worthless man."

This time, he didn't just hold her waist; he pulled her into a full hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her back. Yu Mei's body was stiff with shock and revulsion, her face pressed against his chest.

"Think, Yu Mei," he murmured against her hair, his hands beginning to move, massaging her body through the fabric of her robes, a slow, deliberate exploration that felt invasive and sickening. "If you have needs, then come to me..."

His touch, combined with the explicit suggestion, sent shivers down her spine. "I can satisfy you while keeping your secret," he continued, his voice a low.

"There are many possibilities between us, and everything will remain inside our clan. So, let me show you what I can do for you."

Breaking the hug abruptly, he used the momentum to push her backward. Yu Mei stumbled, her balance gone, and she landed on the ground with a soft thud.

Disoriented, she looked up at him, her lips parting to speak. "Clan Head... I..."

But her words stopped short. He leaned down swiftly, his shadow falling over her, and his mouth covered hers again. This time, the kiss was rougher, more aggressive.

His lips parted hers, and his tongue invaded, a blatant assertion of his power and intent.

Panic flared in Yu Mei's chest, a desperate, caged bird beating its wings against her ribs.

This wasn't just a threat anymore; this was happening. The ground felt cold and hard beneath her, grounding her in the horrifying reality of the situation.

She was helpless, pinned not by physical force alone, but by the weight of her secret and the Clan Head's ruthless manipulation.