NTR: Choice Based System

The second concubine has become a Monk, renouncing love, family, and all worldly possessions. She is the only concubine who chose to leave the Emperor on her own accord.

The third, fourth, and sixth concubines are now with the Empress, who is involved in a polyamorous relationship with the Emperor and other men.

This arrangement was orchestrated by Prime Minister Gu, who corrupted the Empress, then the Emperor and the Third Concubine, leading to the Emperor sharing his wives with other men.

Even while the Emperor was preoccupied with preparations for the royal banquet, the Empress, along with the third, fourth, and sixth concubines, gathered to discuss the upcoming Royal banquet.

The sixth concubine spoke, her petite frame exuding an unexpected maturity. "Does he truly wish to share us with those... beasts?" she asked the Empress, her voice laced with concern.

The third concubine interrupted, her mature figure commanding attention.

"Why even ask when you'll be the first to succumb to their advances and grovel under their big beastly dragons?" she teased the sixth concubine, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Oh, hush, third sister," retorted the sixth concubine. "You were the one who introduced me to this world! You're the one with the most experience in these matters."

The third concubine laughed, a low, seductive sound. "Experience? Darling, I'm merely exploring the depths of pleasure. You, however, seem eager to dive headfirst." Her eyes narrowed. "Perhaps you crave their beastly dragons most, I know your already wet from thinking about it."

The sixth concubine shivered, not entirely from fear. The third concubine was right.

There was a strange excitement bubbling within her, a yearning for the unfamiliar. The Empress, observing the escalating tension, interjected, her voice a silken whisper. "remember that those are beasts, the real beast and the thing between their legs will be different than the man you have seen till now."

The two concubines exchanged a wary glance, the empress's words hanging heavy in the air. the sixth concubine couldn't help but wonder if the Empress's words were a warning or an invitation.

Fourth concubine remained silent. The shyest among them, even she felt a thrill imagining the beastly things between the legs of the Tatanka Beast clan.

The Empress spoke, "The Emperor has informed me to be prepared. It's not as though he desires to share us with just any man. These will be princes of the beast clan, or even the Ancestor himself."

"Those beasts are renowned for their raw power and insatiable sexual hunger, which cannot be satiated by just any woman. And we are speaking of the Princes and the Ancestor of their clan. We require their assistance, so this small sacrifice is insignificant."

The sixth concubine spoke with a smile, "And it's not like we won't enjoy it, right?"

The third concubine joked mockingly, "Their dragons are twice the size of the dragons we have seen in our life, if not thrice. Instead of enjoying, I hope you won't be able to walk for a few months."

The air in the room grew thick with anticipation, a mixture of dread and a perverse excitement that pulsed through the gathered women.

The Empress, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling light, continued, "These beasts are not like the men you know. Their strength is legendary, their appetites insatiable. But within their savage nature lies a primal power, a force that can awaken dormant desires within you."

Fourth Concubine, her face pale, whispered, "But...but Empress, will it hurt?"

The Empress smiled, a chillingly beautiful thing. "Pain, my dear, is often intertwined with pleasure. You will learn to embrace it, to find ecstasy in the very depths of your suffering."

The sixth concubine, emboldened by the third's teasing, leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous light. "I, for one, am eager to experience the difference. To feel the power of a true beast."

The third concubine, ever the provocateur, chuckled. "Oh, you innocent darling. You have no idea what you're in for. Their size alone will leave you breathless."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the other women, each face a canvas of varying emotions. "But fear not, my sisters. I shall be there to guide you, to show you the secrets of true pleasure."

The Empress raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. "Remember, this is not merely a physical union. It is a political alliance. The Tatanka Beast Clan, with their formidable strength, will ensure the Emperor's continued reign. Our cooperation is essential for the upcoming secret realm expedition."

The weight of this responsibility, however, did little to quell the rising tide of fear and anticipation within the women.

The image of the Tatanka Beasts, with their immense size and rumoured savagery, loomed large in their minds. Visions of towering figures, their muscles rippling beneath thick fur, their eyes burning with primal lust, invaded their thoughts.

Fourth Concubine, the timidest of them all, felt a cold dread creeping into her bones. She imagined herself beneath one of those monstrous creatures, crushed beneath their weight, her delicate frame a mere plaything in their powerful hands. The thought made her shudder, a wave of nausea washing over her.

The third concubine, ever observant, noticed the Fourth Concubine's distress. A cruel smile touched her lips. "Fear not, third sister," she purred, her voice a silken caress.

"I shall protect you. I shall show you how to surrender, how to find pleasure in the face of overwhelming power."

Fourth Concubine, despite herself, felt a flicker of perverse curiosity ignite within her. The third concubine, with her confident demeanour and seductive whispers, held an undeniable allure. Perhaps, she thought, surrendering to this terrifying experience wouldn't be so bad after all.

the fourth concubine spoke. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice low and husky. "Perhaps we should prepare ourselves."

The sixth concubine raised an eyebrow. "Prepare ourselves? How?"

"We could...practice," the fourth concubine suggested, her eyes widening. "With each other."

The third concubine's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Now you're talking, my dear sister. Let's see how well you can handle a little rough play."

The Empress shook her head. "We don't have time for that. For now, just use your own fingers and oil your body daily. We don't want to disappoint His Majesty. We have to do our best."

The Empress's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the task at hand. The women, despite their varying degrees of apprehension, knew the Empress was right. Preparation was key. They had to be ready to face the Tatanka Beasts, to not only survive but to thrive in this unprecedented situation.

The arrival of the Tatanka Beast Clan was imminent, and with it, a new chapter in the lives of the Emperor's wives, a chapter filled with both terror and exhilarating unknown.

Meanwhile on the other side,

Barak laid on the bed and closed his eyes, full of exhaustion. The things he had to go through inside the formation had mentally exhausted him.

Dan Ya sat beside him, "Barak," she called her husband, "Are you okay? What actually happened inside?" she asked in a worried tone.

Barak couldn't tell the truth. Inside the formation, he'd seen an illusion where Dan Ya played with his feelings, cheating on him with multiple men while manipulating the situation to appear innocent.

He replied with a short answer, "I saw that I had lost you forever, and now I feel relieved that it was all just an illusion, not reality." He got up and hugged her.

Dan Ya felt a pang of guilt. Barak, her stoic husband, rarely showed such vulnerability. He was always the strong one, the pillar of their family.

To see him shaken, to know that he had experienced such torment, filled her with a profound sadness. She held him close, burying her face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, Barak," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry for causing you such pain."

Barak tightened his embrace, pulling her closer. "It's not your fault, Dan Ya," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "It was just an illusion, a nightmare. It doesn't matter."

But Dan Ya knew it mattered. It mattered deeply. The illusion, however terrifying, had revealed a hidden depth to Barak's emotions, a vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to show. And in that moment, she felt a renewed love for him, a love that transcended the illusion and strengthened their bond.

But a deep fear lingered within her. If Barak discovered what she had done with Training Head, she knew it would have a profound impact on him.

Men, she understood, were deeply possessive, and the thought of another man touching his wife was likely to cause irreparable damage to their relationship, potentially leading to separation.

The thought of Barak discovering her secret training with Training Head, a renowned warrior known for his unconventional methods, filled her with dread.

She knew that men, especially warriors like Barak, valued their honour and pride above all else. The idea of another man touching her, even in the context of rigorous training, was a violation in their eyes, an unforgivable betrayal.

Dan Ya knew she had to be careful. She had to ensure that Barak never found out about her training with Training Head. The secret, like a venomous snake, coiled within her, threatening to destroy the fragile peace they had just begun to rebuild.

Dan Ya kissed him, a long, slow kiss that spoke volumes. She poured all her love, her fear, and her determination into the kiss, hoping to drown out the lingering echoes of the illusion.

She wanted Barak to forget about the terrifying visions, to focus on her, on the warmth of her embrace, on the reality of their love.Nôv(el)B\\jnn