NTR: Choice Based System

As the ordeal ended, a profound silence filled the air. Barak, still reeling from the horrific vision, opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Dan Ya. She was a shell of her former self, her spirit broken, her eyes devoid of life.

A wave of guilt washed over Barak. He had failed to protect her, to save her from the darkness that had consumed her.

Tears streamed down his face as he watched his naked wife being violated by two men. He was powerless to intervene, a helpless spectator to the horrifying scene unfolding before his eyes.

The image of her defiled body would forever be etched into his memory, a haunting reminder of the darkness that had consumed her.

He desperately tried to move, but his body seemed to defy his will. He struggled, time and again, but his efforts were futile. Finally, with a surge of adrenaline, he managed to break free from the invisible chains.

He lunged forward, desperate to reach Dan Ya, but before he could touch her, her body dissolved into thin air, and the scene shifted once more.

By the time Barak's spirit was broken, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. As the scenery shifted, he found himself standing in front of the same inn, a chilling sense of déjà vu washing over him.

His body shuddered as the realization dawned upon him that he was doomed to relive the same horrifying ordeal.

Yet, a glimmer of hope ignited within him. Perhaps, this time, he could intervene, could prevent the unthinkable things from happening to Dan Ya.

He burst through the door, sprinting towards the room. This time, the scene was different, but one thing was certain: he was too late. His body froze as his eyes fell upon the sight of Dan Ya, naked and vulnerable.

Dan Ya was sitting on the bed. One man had his head between her legs, another was on her lap sucking her nipples, and a third was kissing her back.

Dan Ya moaned and smiled. "I've been missing this. Since I started living away from my husband's shadow, I've realized just how much I value intimacy."

"I never knew that pleasure could be this important in life, especially when it's with a group of men serving me," she smiled, stroking the hair of the man who was using his tongue to lick the wetness from her lower lip.

Barak's mind reeled. The woman before him was not Dan Ya, not the woman he had loved and lost. This woman was a stranger, a creature of desire, lost in a hedonistic trance.

A pang of disgust shot through him, but it was quickly replaced by a burning curiosity.

He watched, mesmerized, as the men worked their magic. One, a towering figure with a thick, dark beard, kneaded Dan Ya's breasts, his rough hands sending shivers down her spine.

Another, lean and lithe, moved between her legs, his tongue darting in and out, eliciting moans of pleasure.

The third man, the one kissing her neck, paused to look at Barak. A knowing smirk played on his lips. "Join us, friend," he invited, his voice low and seductive.

Barak hesitated, torn between revulsion and a strange, forbidden desire. Dan Ya's body, glistening with sweat, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, was a powerful temptation. He felt a stirring in his loins, a response he hadn't expected.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and touched her thigh. Her skin was warm and smooth, inviting. She turned her head, her eyes filled with a wanton lust that ignited a fire within him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Come closer," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Barak moved, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He knelt beside the bed, his gaze fixed on her lower lips.

The man between her legs parted, revealing a sight that made Barak's breath catch. Her lower lips were wet and leaking honey.

With trembling fingers, he reached out and traced the contours of her body. She arched her back, inviting his touch. He moved his hand lower, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive folds of her flesh. A low moan escaped her lips as he teased her, driving her closer to the edge.

The other men watched; their eyes filled with anticipation. They knew what was coming, and they couldn't wait. Barak, too, felt the urgency building within him. He wanted to possess her, to feel her body beneath his own.

With a surge of courage, he leaned forward to kiss her, but Dan Ya stopped him. "You can touch me," she said, "but you don't have permission to do more than that."

"Dan Ya!" Barak exclaimed, realizing that what he was trying to do was wrong. Seeing him like this, the two men caught Barak and held him away from Dan Ya.

As they were holding him, the man in back began kneading her breasts and kissing her neck. He then held her neck sideways and kissed her.

Barak was shocked. she stopped him, her own husband to kiss, but now a stranger was passionately kissing her. He yelled at Dan Ya, but she ignored him, lost in the kiss.

The man's tongue delved deep into her mouth, exploring every inch of her cavern. His hands, rough and calloused, kneaded her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. Dan Ya moaned, her body arching involuntarily.

Barak struggled against the men holding him, but their grip was too strong. He watched in horror as the man intensified the kiss, his hands moving lower, caressing her abdomen.

With a final, desperate surge, Barak broke free. He lunged at the man, but the man was too quick. He sidestepped Barak's attack and delivered a powerful punch to his face.

Barak stumbled backward, his vision blurred. He wiped the blood from his mouth and glared at the man. "You'll pay for this," he growled.

The man just smirked. "Oh, I plan to," he replied.

Turning back to Dan Ya, he resumed his assault. His hands found their way between her legs, teasing her clitoris with his fingers. Dan Ya's body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Barak watched, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desire. He wanted to stop the man, to protect Dan Ya from his unwanted advances. But he was powerless.

The man, sensing Barak's frustration, leaned in and whispered something in Dan Ya's ear. Her eyes widened, and a look of surprise crossed her face. Then, she turned to Barak and smiled.

"You can join us, if you like," she said.

Barak was stunned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Dan Ya, his wife, was inviting him to participate in this orgy.

The man, sensing Barak's hesitation, stepped aside. "It's up to you," he said. "But don't say we didn't warn you."

Barak hesitated, torn between his desire and his morality. The woman before him was not the same woman he had married. She was a stranger, a creature of lust, lost in a world of pleasure.

With a heavy sigh, Barak stepped forward. He knelt beside the bed and reached out to touch Dan Ya. Her skin was warm and inviting, her body trembling with anticipation.

He traced the contours of her body, his fingers lingering on her sensitive spots. She moaned, her body arching upward.

The man, seeing his opportunity, leaned in and kissed Dan Ya's neck. She responded eagerly, her hands pulling him closer.

Barak watched, a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. He felt a pang of jealousy, but also a sense of excitement. He wanted to be the one to satisfy her, to make her moan with pleasure.

With a surge of courage, he reached out and took her hand. He pulled her towards him, and they kissed. The kiss was passionate, intense, and filled with a raw, primal energy.

As their bodies intertwined, they lost themselves in a world of sensation. The other man watched, a knowing smile on his face. He had witnessed the transformation of a good man into a willing participant in a depraved act.

Dan Ya broke the kiss, her eyes filled with a strange intensity.

The man pulled Dan Ya into his embrace, deepening the kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands, rough and calloused, traced the curves of her body, igniting a fire within her.

"This..." she trailed off, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "This isn't right."

The man, sensing her hesitation, chuckled. "Relax, darling. This is what you've always wanted."

Dan Ya's expression hardened. "No," she said firmly. "This isn't what I want."

She turned to Barak, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "How could you let this happen?" she demanded.

Barak, still reeling from the events that had unfolded, was at a loss for words. He had been so consumed by his own desires that he had forgotten what truly mattered.

As the tension in the room grew, the other man stepped forward. He placed a hand on Dan Ya's shoulder, his touch gentle but firm. "Don't worry, my dear," he said. "We'll take care of you."

Barak looked at Dan Ya, confused. He couldn't comprehend the situation, feeling as lost as a reader of the Novel confronted with a sudden turn towards darkness and corruption.

Doubt began to form in his mind,