NTR: Choice Based System

Clan Leader Ye Wanshu smiled and positioned himself at the back of Shi Ling, positioning the tip of his dragon on her sacred cave which was spread by grand elder himself.

"Spouchhh"

He spit on the gap and with one force, Ye Wanshu entered inside Shi Ling.

Shi Ling cried out in pain; a sharp sound quickly stifled as her cries transformed into a string of involuntary moans.

The Grand Elder smirked, a look of lecherous satisfaction on his face. "Brother... it's been years since we've tasted a woman together, and not some random one, but someone of her Caliber," he rasped, slapping Shi Ling's buttock.

He then roughly pulled her head back for a kiss, which she submitted easily and opens her mouth to accept his tongue filled with salvia.

His movements were harsh and practiced; this was clearly not the first time he had subjected her to such treatment. On the other side, Clan Leader Ye Wanshu increased his pace, a low grunt escaping his lips.

"Truly amazing.... why didn't I try her earlier?" he thought, a fleeting regret crossing his mind.

Yet, even as he savoured the moment, his thoughts drifted to the figure standing outside the door. He now had a much more desirable option, a fresh target for his depravity – Yu Mei.

Yu Mei, pressed against the cold wood of the door, watched this horrifying spectacle unfold with wide, disbelieving eyes.

A cold dread seized her, followed by a wave of nausea. She couldn't comprehend what she was seeing.

Shi Ling, her sister and respected member of the clan with the Grand elder and Clan Leader Ye Wanshu, engaging in such a blatant act of infidelity, and with two of the most powerful men in the Ye Clan no less.

The hypocrisy was staggering. How could Shi Ling, who projected an image of propriety and loyalty, be involved in something so utterly debauched?

For a fleeting second, a sense of moral superiority flickered within Yu Mei. At least she hadn't willingly participated in such an act. But the thought died almost instantly, a bitter taste in her mouth.

She herself wasn't "clean." The memory of her own violation, the humiliation she had endured, surged back, drowning out any self-righteousness.

Young master Hua had forced her into submission, broken her will through sheer power and manipulation.

'Was Shi Ling also a victim, trapped in a gilded cage of the clan's making? Or was this a hidden facet of her personality, a secret life of indulgence she had kept carefully concealed?'

The familiar voice she had heard from inside the room now made horrifying sense; it was indeed Shi Ling's, twisted by a mix of pain, forced pleasure, and perhaps, a terrifying resignation.

Her thoughts were a chaotic storm, her mind struggling to process the grotesque reality before her.

The muffled sounds from the room seemed to amplify, no longer just distant noises but the raw, animalistic sounds of exploitation.

Her gaze was fixed on the scene, even though she thought of stopping this or leaving the place but she couldn't move herself away from the scene.

She watched as the Grand Elder and Clan Leader moved in unison, their faces contorted in expressions of primal satisfaction, utterly consumed by their actions, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their immediate desires.

Shi Ling's body was between two men, her eyes closed, her face a mask of conflicting emotions – pain, perhaps shame or filled with pleasure.

Unexpectedly, a strange sensation began to stir within Yu Mei's body. Despite the horror of the scene, or perhaps because of what she just witnessed, a disturbing warmth spread through her lower abdomen.

"AHAAAA"

Her breath hitched. Unbidden, her hand trembled and found its way inside her robes, fingers fumbling with the fabric.

At the same time, her other hand rose to her chest, lightly massaging her breasts through the material of her clothing.

The Holy Son, who had been lounging on the bed with that unsettlingly satisfied smile, watched the interaction between the Grand Elder and the Clan Leader with a detached amusement.

His earlier comment about the women of the Ye Clan being "the best" held a double meaning, a dark appreciation for the clan's twisted dynamic of power and vulnerability. But then Ye Wanshu had mentioned Yu Mei.

The casual mention of her name, in the context of this sordid display, had instantly wiped the smile from the Holy Son's face.

His posture straightened, and his eyes narrowed, the predatory glint replaced by a cold, intense glare that seemed to pierce through the very air.

He remembered that night vividly. Yu Mei. The woman who should have been his for the taking, but who was marked.

Marked by something ancient and powerful, an entity that even the dark power he served seemed wary of.

The Holy Son finally collected his thoughts, a cold resolve hardening his gaze as he decided to refocus his attention on Shi Ling.

Rising from the large bed, he walked over to where the Grand Elder was still relentlessly pounding Shi Ling.

He tapped Grand Elder lightly on the shoulder. "Old man... you should rest a little," he suggested, his voice smooth but carrying an undertone of mischief.

The Grand Elder scoffed, his movements never faltering. "I can go for a whole another week, this is nothing to me," he boasted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

With renewed vigour, he began moving faster, his body a piston of relentless force.

Shi Ling's moans intensified, growing louder and more desperate as her body was assailed from both the front by the Grand Elder and the back by the Clan Leader.

The sounds were a sickening symphony of pain and forced pleasure, echoing the utter violation of her holes.

Suddenly, Clan Leader Ye Wanshu stopped his movements and pulled out, a dark, mysterious smile playing on his lips. "I have things to do, so I won't be staying this long," he announced, though the expression on his face suggested his departure was not born of necessity but of a calculated decision.

As Shi Ling's body remained suspended between the two men, vulnerable and exposed, Ye Wanshu used his hand to climax on her head, a final act of dominion and defilement.

Seeing the Clan Leader finish, the Grand Elder, not wanting to be outdone or perhaps reaching his own limit, also ended his rough movements and climaxed deep inside Shi Ling.

Her body spasmed beneath them, a final, pained cry escaping her lips before she went limp, her head falling back against the Grand Elder's arm.

Clan Leader Ye Wanshu began to dress, his movements unhurried, a picture of casual indifference in the aftermath of the brutal act. "I'll leave you two, but make sure not to break her," he instructed, his voice devoid of any genuine concern.

"She is still part of our clan, and a valuable one." The word "valuable" hung in the air, a chilling reminder that Shi Ling's worth was measured only by her utility to these men.

The Holy Son chuckled, a low, dry sound that held no humour. "I don't think this is the end for me, so why not send First Elder Eva Angel here?" he remarked casually, as if discussing a trivial matter.

The Grand Elder's eyes immediately sparkled with avarice and anticipation. "Yes, big brother," he eagerly agreed, addressing the Holy Son with deference, "I think the Holy Son has a good point."

The ease with which they discussed sending another woman, another respected member of the clan, into this den of abuse was sickening.

Clan Leader Ye Wanshu didn't immediately respond. He simply glared at them for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Perhaps it was a feigned reluctance, a performance for the Holy Son, or perhaps a flicker of something akin to territoriality.

The silence stretched for a minute, thick with unspoken understanding and the lingering stench of their actions.

Finally, Ye Wanshu spoke, his voice firm, confirming Yu Mei's worst fears. "Well, to this new beginning..." he paused, his gaze seemingly directed towards the door where Yu Mei stood, a chilling implication in his words. "...I'll send her to you, but I'll say the same thing: don't break them."

With that ominous promise hanging in the air, he finished dressing and turned to leave, stepping past the frozen figure of Yu Mei without a glance, his mysterious smile still in place.

"Come, follow me if you don't want to join them," he said, smiling while squeezing one of her breasts.

He left behind a scene of degradation, two powerful men and a broken woman, and a chilling anticipation for the next victim.

Outside the door, Yu Mei remained rooted to the spot, her body trembling uncontrollably. Every sound from inside the room had pierced her, every word had landed like a physical blow.

The initial shock had given way to a cold, seething rage. Shi Ling, her "sister," reduced to this. And the casual way they spoke of sending Eva Angel... and then the Clan Leader's words, his gaze directed at her.

"I'll send her to you..." The implication was unmistakable. It meant she and Shi Ling were likely not the only women of the clan who had been used by the Clan Leader and Grand Elder like mere playthings.