NTR: Choice Based System

Lyra closed her eyes in utter disgust, but she was utterly powerless against her captors.

The leader of the Crimson Kingdom, Valerius, slapped her, then again shoved his exposed "dragon" closer to her face.

"Give it a kiss," he sneered, clearly enjoying her torment. From behind him, the Crimson Kingdom soldiers began to cheer in unison.

"Kiss it!"

"Kiss it!"

"kiss it!"

Lyra didn't flinch; she didn't want to surrender especially doing something so disgusting before her husband. But then, a sickening sound cut through the air.

The second leader of the Crimson Kingdom, a cruel smile on her face, delivered a brutal kick to the third Syndicate leader, who was Lyra's husband.

"Boom!"

The kick was so powerful that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then, with chilling precision, the second leader shoved the tip of her sword into his thigh. A loud gut-wrenching scream tore from his throat.

"AAAHHAHAAHAAAAA!"

Lyra's eyes snapped open, a desperate plea in them as she looked at Valerius.

He merely smiled; his voice deceptively soft. "Give it a kiss." Defeated, and with no other choice, Lyra lowered her head and kissed the tip of his exposed "dragon."

But Valerius wasn't finished. "Now take it in your mouth," he commanded, his voice hardening, "or he'll lose one of his hands." Lyra stared in horror, her mind reeling, before she slowly opened her mouth.

Hidden among the shadows, Ye Yang watched the horrific scene unfold.

A cold fury began to simmer within him which soon subsided by the system to control his emotions.

He saw the brutality, the sadistic pleasure on Valerius's face, and the desperate anguish of Lyra and her husband.

His instincts screamed at him to intervene, to unleash his raw power and tear through the Crimson Kingdom soldiers.

But a logical part of his mind held him back. He still couldn't access his cultivation techniques, and Valen's strange, dark power had made him realize there were forces here he didn't yet understand.

He needed to be smart, not just reckless.

He observed the Crimson Kingdom's arrogance, their belief in their own invincibility.

He noted how Valerius flaunted his power, not just physically, but psychologically, aiming to break the Syndicate leaders completely.

Lyra's tears streaming down her face but Valerius didn't stopped and hold her head to shove down his thing deeper on her mouth.

Lyra struggled to break from his grip but she was powerless in front of Valerius who shoved his dragon further on her throat until she began to gag.

Valerius, still focused on Lyra, chuckled, savouring the moment of her forced submission. "That's a good girl," he purred, completely oblivious to the shift in the unseen watcher.

Ye Yang, hidden in the shadows, felt a cold knot tighten in his gut. He couldn't watch this any longer. The Crimson Kingdom's guards, caught in their vile celebration, had let their vigilance drop. This was his chance.

With a silent surge of movement, Ye Yang was no longer a shadow but a lethal blur.

He appeared behind Valerius, his sword a sudden moved with speed. Before Valerius could react, the blade plunged deep into his back, directly into his heart.

"I'm returning this to you," Ye Yang's voice was a low, chilling whisper in the dying man's ear.

Lyra, still kneeling beneath Valerius, watched in horror as the sword emerged from his chest, blood pouring from the wound and splattering onto her face, even finding its way into her open mouth.

Valerius's eyes, wide with shock and disbelief, rolled back before his body slumped, lifeless.

Ye Yang didn't hesitate. As Valerius's body hit the ground, he spun, his sword a deadly arc, and attacked the stunned Crimson Kingdom soldiers.

A notification flashed in his mind.

[World Shard: 10%].

"10%!" he thought, "that means I have to eliminate more enemies to make it to 100%."

"Your puny soldier!" a furious voice shrieked. It was the second leader of the Crimson Kingdom, her face contorted in disbelief and rage.

"You killed our leader!" She couldn't comprehend how a mere "pest" could have accomplished dare to defy them.

Though not many knows, she was part of Valerius's harem and his death was devastating for him.

Ye Yang met her furious gaze, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Puny, am I? Looks like your 'mighty' leader was just as puny as you thought I was." He advanced; his sword ready. "Now, let's see how well you fare without him."

The second leader, a woman with a fiery temper and a whip-like sword, lunged forward. "You'll pay for that, bastard!" she screamed, her blade whistling through the air.

Their battle was swift and brutal. She was fast, her attacks a flurry of precise strikes, but Ye Yang was quicker, more fluid. He dodged and weaved, his movements a deadly dance.

"Is that all you've got?" Ye Yang taunted, deflecting a blow that would have taken his head off. "Your rage makes you sloppy."

"Shut up!" she roared, her frustration growing. She pushed harder, her every strike fuelled by vengeance.

After several intense exchanges, Ye Yang saw his opening. He feigned a retreat, drawing her in, then swiftly spun. His sword sliced through the air with devastating force. He heard a sharp cry of pain, but before he could fully react, a searing pain exploded across his back.

"Argh!" Ye Yang gritted his teeth.

The third leader of the Crimson Kingdom, a burly man with a massive axe, had managed to sneak in a blow while Ye Yang was preoccupied with the second leader.

Ignoring the pain, Ye Yang channelled all his remaining strength into a single, desperate attack. With a powerful, downward swing, he cut the second leader of the Crimson Kingdom in half. She fell in two distinct pieces, her eyes wide with shock and death.

Now, with the second leader dead, Ye Yang turned his attention fully to the remaining Crimson Kingdom soldiers and the third leader.

The forest floor was already littered with bodies, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.

"You're next, big guy," Ye Yang rasped, his back throbbing, but his resolve unbroken.