NTR: Choice Based System

As Ye Yang delved deeper into the prison's cold embrace, the air grew thick with an oppressive silence.

Each step echoed ominously, a stark contrast to the cacophony of his recent battle.

The path, illuminated only by sporadic, flickering torchlight, twisted and turned, leading him further into the fortress's hidden depths.

The chilling realization settled in that this was no ordinary dungeon; it was a place designed for utter despair.

Rounding a final, damp corner, Ye Yang's breath caught in his throat. Before him, in a desolate cell, was a man.

His limbs were stretched taut, chained to the unforgiving stone walls, and a heavy metal plate, also chained, constricted his neck.

It was a sight of pure torment, a cruel display of dominance. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, the man's face came into clearer view, gaunt and pale, etched with suffering.

A tremor ran through Ye Yang's body, a shock that jolted him to his core. "Father!" he gasped, the word a raw, emotional cry.

The man in chains was none other than his original father, Ye Xuan. Seeing him, bound and broken like an animal, sent a fresh wave of primal rage surging through Ye Yang's veins.

This time, there was no suppression of emotions on him, no system suppressing his emotions. It was as if the very air around him hummed with anticipation, waiting for this profound surge of feeling.

Unbeknownst to Ye Yang, a dormant power within him, long hidden, began to stir, seeping through his very being.

Driven by an instinct beyond reason, Ye Yang lunged forward, his feet pounding on the stone floor.

"Father..." he choked out again, his voice thick with anguish. Ye Xuan, sensing his son's presence, struggled to lift his head, but the heavy metal plate around his neck prevented him, forcing his gaze downward.

Without a second thought, Ye Yang brought his sword down on the chains.

The metal shrieked in protest, but the blade, now shimmering with an unseen energy, cut through it with surprising ease.

He then began to wrestle with the heavy metal plate around his father's neck. It was an arduous task, the metal seemingly fused to Ye Xuan's skin.

In that moment of intense effort, something extraordinary happened. Ye Yang felt it—a subtle yet profound sensation, a flow of energy within him. It was the first time he had truly sensed Qi in this world, raw and potent, coating his sword.

With this newfound power, the blade sliced through the remaining links of the chain as if they were butter.

Ye Xuan, now free from the suffocating weight, slowly lifted his head, his eyes, though weak, filled with a profound recognition and relief as they met his son's. "Yang'er," he whispered, his voice raspy, a testament to his ordeal.

Ye Yang carefully helped his father lean against the cold cell wall, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and a desperate need for answers.

"Father, what happened to you...? How did you end up here? Where is Mother?" Questions tumbled out of him, a torrent of worry and confusion.

But Ye Xuan, still weak from his imprisonment and the ordeal, didn't immediately answer. He took a moment, gathering his strength, his gaze distant.

Finally, with immense effort, he spoke, his words slow and difficult, "Leave... me... here. Go... find your... mother." His voice was barely a whisper, but the urgency in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Where is mother?"

Ye Yang asked again, his heart a drum against his ribs, warning him of a truth he wasn't ready to face. He couldn't imagine his mother, Ye Luan, in the clutches of this monster.

"She must be somewhere... in the castle. That bastard..." His body trembled with a cold dread, the horrifying possibilities churning in his mind.

What torment had she already endured? "That bastard took her... Yang'er, go find her and save her from the torment she must be facing now."

Ye Yang nodded; his jaw tight. His instinct screamed at him to stay, to protect his weakened father, but Ye Xuan's urgency was undeniable.

"Go... she needs more help." His father's voice, though frail, carried an undeniable authority. With a heavy heart, Ye Yang turned, leaving the grim prison cell behind. He moved upward, retracing his steps, the earlier battle a distant echo in his mind.

As he ascended, a thought struck him: "Leader Hund didn't come back, he must have found something." A flicker of hope ignited within him.

If Hund was here, perhaps he could provide some assistance. Ye Yang pushed open the heavy door that led back towards the throne hall, the air growing warmer, the sounds of mocking laughter and a guttural chuckle reaching his ears.

Meanwhile, in the opulent throne hall, the Leader of the Crimson Kingdom, Braco, savoured his vile display.

He smirked down at the bound Leader Hund, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. With a sickeningly slow motion, Braco licked Yu Mei's lips, his gaze fixed on Hund, before a guttural groan escaped him as he climaxed.

"Aahaa," he moaned, then roughly shoved Yu Mei from his lap, sending her sprawling onto the opulent floor.

"Bitch, take the position," he commanded, his voice dripping with contempt. Like a puppet on strings, Yu Mei moved, getting onto her hands and knees before his feet, her gaze vacant, her body a mere object.

Braco then casually rested his foot on her back, using her as a human footrest.

A cruel smile stretched across his lips as he addressed Hund. "Hund, do you want to taste her..." he purred, gesturing with his chin towards Yu Mei. "...and many like her? Just swear your loyalty to me. I might even let you have a child with her."

"Loyalty is a precious thing, and I reward it handsomely." He gestured to a guard, who quickly came in front, then without saying he loose his cloths.

"Hund oh Hund, I'll show you how i treat my loyal people." then as he looked at the guard who freed his erect dragon in front of Yu Mei, "Bitch, remember this one, come and use your tongue once again."