NTR: Choice Based System

Min Kai's words were heavy with regret, "I'm to blame for this tragedy. If I had never set foot in this place, perhaps these innocent lives wouldn't have been cut short by the demonic cultivators. My actions led to their demise..."

Ye Yang's voice was gentle as he reassured Min Kai, "It's not your fault; the blame lies squarely with those demonic cultivators. Their senseless violence took innocent lives. Though it's heartbreaking, these brave individuals died honouring their duty."

He couldn't help but feel sympathy for Min Kai, who had only been trying to survive. Her actions were driven by self-preservation, not malice. The weight of guilt she carried was unjustified.

Elder Eva Angel's voice rang out as she stepped forward, her gaze resolute. "Let us burn the bodies, that the wild beasts may not desecrate their remains. We must press on to our next destination, leaving no time for sorrow."

With unanimous consent, the group set fire to the bodies, a final act of respect for the fallen. As the flames consumed the remains, they steeled themselves for the challenges ahead, their resolve renewed to save Min Kai's clansmen from the clutches of the demonic cultivators.

After a gruelling three-hour journey, the group finally arrived at a scenic spot near a serene river. However, the tranquil atmosphere was disrupted by a disturbing scene: four female cultivators, surrounded by a gang of eleven men, who seemed to be holding them captive.

The scene before them was harrowing: four female cultivators, stripped of their clothing, surrounded by the group of men. Three of the women were young, around Min Kai's age, their faces etched with fear and vulnerability. The fourth, a mature woman, was being subjected to a particularly heinous form of humiliation - the leader's dragon was gagging her mouth, silencing her cries for help.

The leader's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure; his words laced with malice. "Why the tears, beautiful one?" he sneered.

"You agreed to this bargain, didn't you? You offered yourself to us, a willing sacrifice, in exchange for our mercy towards these young innocents." He paused, his gaze lingering on the mature woman's anguish. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts now?"

The leader's hands wandered over the naked body of the young woman standing beside him, his touch both possessive and violating. "Well, if you've changed your mind," he sneered, "then I'll just have to console myself with this untouched virgin beauty." His gaze leered as he grasped the young girl's buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh with a cruel intimacy.

The mature woman struggled to speak; her voice muffled by the leader's dragon gagging her mouth. She managed only to utter desperate, incoherent sounds: 'Mmm mmfmmmm...' Despite her helpless state, she still tried to convey her distress, shaking her head and pleading with her eyes for the leader to cease his torment of the young girls. Her gaze implored him to stop, to spare them from his cruelty.

"The leader taunted the mature woman, 'What was that? I couldn't quite catch it.' He feigned ignorance, his voice dripping with malice. As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the young girl's buttocks, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh. The girl's eyes widened in pain as she cried out, 'Aahaaaaaa!' The leader's cruel squeeze left her buttcheeks reddened and bruised."

"The mature woman's face contorted in anguish as she struggled against the gag, her voice reduced to a heartfelt, muffled plea: 'Mmnnnnnoooo!' Her gaze implored the leader to show mercy, to end the young girl's suffering and spare them from further trauma."

The leader's laughter echoed, joined by the snickers of the other demonic cultivators. The atmosphere was thick with depravity as the group continued their vile actions.

The three remaining young girls, forced to their knees, were surrounded by the cultivators, who leered at their exposed bodies. Some of the men fondled the girls' small melons, while others masturbated, their twisted desires fuelled by the girls' vulnerability.

"One of the demonic cultivators, his hands still grasping the young girl's breasts, spoke with a twisted sense of triumph. "This time, we've secured not only the treasure map but also these exquisite breeding slaves." His gaze roamed over the girls; his eyes gleaming with sadistic intent.

The demonic cultivators erupted into vile laughter, their cruel amusement echoing through the air. The young girls, already trembling with fear, were further terrorized by the sound.

Tears streamed down their faces as they contemplated the unbearable fate that awaited them. Some even wondered if ending their own lives would be a preferable escape from the living hell of being enslaved by these monstrous men.

The leader, noticing the mature woman's desperate attempt to speak, deliberately removed his dragon from her mouth. He sneered, "Speak, beauty, what is it that you want to say?" His tone was laced with sadistic curiosity, as he waited for her response. The saliva from her mouth still lingered on his dragon, a grotesque reminder of her humiliation.

Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at her own daughter, standing beside the leader in a state of utter vulnerability. The sight was unbearable, and she begged, "Please, I implore you, let the children go! I'll do anything, anything at all, just spare them."

She extended her tongue in a gesture of abject submission, "I'll be your whore, your slave, anything... just don't harm these innocent girls." Her voice cracked with desperation as she pleaded with the demonic cultivators to redirect their cruelty towards her, sparing her daughter and the other young girls from further torment.

She steeled herself for the unbearable ordeal ahead, knowing it would be a traumatic experience, even for someone like her who was not innocent of sexual relations.

Though her experience was limited to her husband, she believed she could endure the pain and humiliation, telling herself, "I can bear it." In her mind, she rationalized that her sacrifice would be worth it if it meant sparing the young girls, with their innocent lives and untainted bodies, from the demonic cultivators' cruelty.

The leader's laughter sent chills down her spine as he pulled her daughter onto his lap, his hands roving over the young girl's back before grasping her small breasts. "So, you're willing to sacrifice yourself for these girls?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

The woman's heart raced with terror as she watched her daughter being fondled by the monstrous leader, her mind racing with the horrific consequences of her desperate offer.