NTR: Choice Based System

As Ye Yang exited the building with Hell, Hell suddenly stopped him, saying, "Wait, something's going on at the back of the building."

Ye yang asked, "what?"

Hell chuckled and said, "You'll see when we get there, but it's probably a good idea to be prepared. Better safe than sorry, so go ahead and use that special skill of yours so, they won't find out."

Ye Yang knew exactly which skill Hell was referring to. As they reached the secluded side of the building, out of sight from prying eyes, Ye yang activated 'the Invincible Cultivation Sutra'. In an instant, he and Hell vanished from sight, becoming invisible to others.

Ye Yang made his way towards the rear of the Escort Guild, and upon arriving at the designated area, he noticed three individuals clad in Escort Guard uniforms gathered near a window. They were intently gazing inside, their attention fixed on something within.

The surprising thing was that three of them were pleasuring themselves, their dragon in their hands, as they jerking themselves.

The surprising sight that met Ye Yang's eyes was the three guards engaged in a lewd act, their faces contorted in pleasure as they were jerking while looking inside, oblivious to their surroundings.

Ye Xuan drew nearer and saw that through the window, the guards were gazing at a woman with a voluptuous figure, who was unaware of their presence.

She was bathing and innocently washing herself, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched. Her every move was being scrutinized by the trio, who were clearly enthralled by her milkers.

Guard one whispered, his tone conspiratorial, "Do you think she's aware that we've been watching her every day when she comes to bathe?" His voice was laced with a mix of excitement and guilt, as he exchanged a knowing glance with his companions.

Guard two replied in a hushed tone, "I don't think she suspects a thing. If Head found out we were not only enjoying the view but even jerking, while she bathes, he'd have us punished severely if not killed." The guards' laughter was stifled, their eyes darting nervously around to ensure they remained unnoticed.

Guard one whispered, "I think she might be aware of our presence. Remember that day when Head was away, and she seemed particularly... relaxed and masturbating, that day She was wearing a loose-fitting garment, and her actions seemed almost... deliberate." The guards exchanged knowing glances, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.

Guard three shook his head, his voice firm in disagreement, " I don't think she's that kind of woman. She's always seemed so... innocent and pure." He denied Guard One's claim, his expression sceptical.

Guard two teased, his voice laced with amusement. "So, if she were to show interest in you, you'd politely decline, right?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression playful.

Guard three clarified, his voice slightly defensive. "No, that's not what I meant. I just think she's not the type to... encourage that kind of attention, that's all." He shook his head, his expression still sceptical.

Guard one, "stop it you two and focus here, we don't have much time, let's finish before she ends her bathe." Is hand was going back and forth as he watches aunt Ya washing her lower lips.

Guard one interrupted, his voice firm and commanding. "Enough, you two. Let's focus on our task. We don't have much time, and we need to finish before she completes her bath." His eyes were fixed intently on Aunt Ya, his hand subtly moving back and forth on his dragon as he watched her wash lower lips.

As she turned her back towards the window, she bent down slightly, her hands reaching for her scared cave. She began to wash herself, her hands moving with a gentle, respectful motion.

As she rubbed her pinkish hole of her scared cave as pink as her areola then she again goes for her lower lips, inserting her finger inside.

Then, she shifted her attention to her milkers, gently massaging the area with a soothing touch. She moved her hands in a gentle, upward motion, nurturing her skin till she reaches her nipples.

The scene was enough to stir something within Ye Yang, and he couldn't help but wonder whether she was oblivious to their presence or deliberately putting herself on a display.

"her body is perfect for breeding," Hell remarked, his tone filled with wonder. "The mere thought of sucking those milkers is captivating."

Ye Yang cut him off, his voice firm but controlled. "That's enough, Hell. Just keep quiet."

Hell chuckled; his voice laced with amusement. "So, you want us to keep quiet and let you enjoy the show, huh?" His tone was unmistakably mocking.

Ye Yang chose to ignore Hell's teasing, his gaze fixed on Aunt Ya's naked figure. Memories flooded his mind, recalling times he'd played in her arms as a child, innocently touching her melons. She'd always hugged him close, he always wondered, why she has bigger while his mothers are smaller and now, seeing them again naked, he felt a mix of emotions.

Ye Yang felt overwhelmed and decided to take a moment to himself, trying to clear his mind. He took a few deep breaths, struggling to reconcile his childhood memories with his current emotions as he looked at Aunt Ya with a complex mix of feelings.

As his dragon was struggling in his pants, he himself didn't know when he started jerking himself.

Hell climbed up onto Ye Yang's shoulder, ignoring him, his focus fixed on Aunt Ya's figure as he began to think how he could make a move on her.

Aunt Ya's gentle movements and soothing bath scene mesmerized the men, her serene bath scene captivating the men present, who felt an overwhelming urge to join her.

As Ye Yang watched the scene unfold, he was startled by a familiar voice.

[Notice]

Aunt Ya, "Dear readers, I know you met Yu Mei in the previous chapter, and she claimed to be everyone's favorite. But let's be real, I know who your true favorite is - it's me, right?" ♡〰♡