NTR: Choice Based System

Ye Yang scrutinized the building's layout on his system map, searching for a vulnerability or loophole to gain entry. His primary objective was to complete his mission, but his curiosity got the better of him.

He couldn't shake off the question of why his mother was in the red-light district and what her connection was to the VIP building.

"What secrets was she hiding? And what lay behind the VIP building's heavily guarded doors?" he thought as he saw heavily guarded building.

Determined to uncover the truth, Ye Yang focused on finding a way into the building. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but his skills and resources made him confident in his ability to infiltrate even the most secure locations. With a deep breath, he set his plan in motion, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Ye Yang's eyes locked onto the VIP building, but he knew he had to prioritize his mission. He couldn't let personal curiosity compromise his objective. With a focused mind, he set out to complete his task, his training and experience guiding him through the shadows.

Only after he had successfully accomplished his mission would he allow himself to investigate the mysterious building. The risk was too great to take beforehand, but his curiosity had grown too strong to ignore.

Once his duty was fulfilled, he would probe into the secrets hidden behind the heavily guarded doors, no matter the danger. His mother's coming to this place had ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to uncover the truth.

Ye Yang made his way to the public brothel, a three-story building that catered to different clientele. The exterior was unassuming, but the row of women lining the entrance, calling out to potential customers, hinted at the establishment's true nature.

The first floor was reserved for mortals, offering a selection of ordinary women. The second floor, however, was exclusive to cultivators, providing companions with refined spiritual energy. As for the third floor, it was a VIP-only area, shrouded in mystery and accessible only to a select few.

Ye Yang's mission led him to this place, but his mind kept drifting back to the VIP building across the street, wondering what secrets lay hidden within its heavily guarded walls. For now, he had a job to do, and he steeled himself for what lay ahead.

Ye Yang studied the map, his eyes narrowing as he pinpointed the spirit beast's location. To his surprise, it was hiding in the mortal section of the brothel, surrounded by humans. "What is it doing here?" he wondered, confusion etched on his face. It was unprecedented for a spirit beast to hide among mortals, especially in a place like this.

The brothel, with its mundane and earthly desires, seemed an unlikely refuge for a powerful entity like a spirit beast. Ye Yang's curiosity piqued; he pondered the reasons behind this unusual behaviour.

"Was it hiding from something, or seeking something?" The questions swirled in his mind as he prepared to confront the beast, his mission demanding he uncover the truth.

As Ye Yang stepped into the brothel, a chorus of sultry voices enveloped him, each one trying to outdo the others in their attempts to entice him.

"Mister, come join me,"

one woman cooed, while another promised, "Let me give you a massage, and I'll make sure you feel like royalty."

A third woman suggested, "Let's have a drink together, and I'll let you do anything you desire with me," her tone dripping with seduction.

A fourth woman, bolder, called out, "Mister, come and dominate me."

But Ye Yang remained unfazed, his focus solely on his mission. He ignored the women's advances and pressed on, his eyes scanning the room as he made his way towards the end of the first floor.

The air was thick with the scent of perfume and incense, and the soft glow of lanterns cast a warm, inviting light, but Ye Yang's determination kept him moving forward, undeterred by the distractions surrounding him.

The women's attempts to entice him were certainly not subtle. Some wore revealing clothes that left little to the imagination, while others donned netted dresses that teasingly hinted at the curves beneath.

A few others wore only a single sheet, draped strategically to accentuate their figures, with their perky nipples visible through the thin fabric.

The air was thick with the scent of perfume and desire, and the soft glow of lanterns cast a warm, inviting light on the scene.

Despite the overt displays of sensuality, Ye Yang's focus remained unwavering. His mission was his top priority, and he was determined to see it through, no matter how distracting the surroundings.

He pressed on, his eyes scanning the room with a singular focus, as he made his way towards the end of the first floor, where his target awaited.

As Ye Yang approached the area, he noticed a crowd of people surrounding a central point, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. The air was thick with the sounds of slurry moans and muffled gasps, hinting at a sensual spectacle unfolding within. Curiosity piqued, Ye Yang pushed forward, trying to blend in with the crowd.

Initially, he thought it was just a show, a performance designed to titillate and entertain. But as he edged closer, his beast mark began to tingle, indicating that the spirit beast was indeed present, hidden somewhere within the throng.

Ye Yang's instincts kicked in, his senses heightening as he scanned the area, trying to pinpoint the beast's location amidst the sea of people.

"ooohhhyaaaaahhhhh"

"don't stop"

As Ye Yang pushed through the crowd, he was met with a sight that made his blood run cold. In the centre of the gathering, a middle-aged man sat naked, pleasuring himself while gazing at a woman who lay before him. Her legs were splayed in an M shape, her back arched and her body pressed against the cold, marble floor.

But it was not this debauched scene that shocked Ye Yang the most - it was the creature beside the woman.

The hound was enormous, standing at an astonishing 32 inches in height, its black fur making it almost indistinguishable from a young alpha werewolf.

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Its eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intelligence, and Ye Yang could sense the dark energy emanating from it. The beast mark on his hand pulsed with a fierce warning, confirming his worst suspicions - this was no ordinary animal, but a spirit beast of immense power.

The hound was licking the lower lips of a woman and the big tongue of hound with many small spots on it, was enough to stimulate her pleasure senses.

"aaaahaaaa"

"haaahaaaa"

"hhhhaaaaaahhaaaa"

The crowd was entranced, their eyes fixed on the surreal scene unfolding before them. The hound, its massive frame and piercing gaze commanding attention, seemed to be savouring the intimate moments with the woman, licking her nectar while she was releasing her honey.

The onlookers were mesmerized, their faces reflecting a mix of awe, horror, and twisted fascination. As they watched, they seemed to be losing themselves in the spectacle, their minds clouded by a potent combination of shock, desire, and dark energy.

The air was heavy with an otherworldly presence, as if the spirit beast's power was seeping into the minds of the crowd, drawing them deeper into the heart of madness.

Ye Yang, however, remained immune to the hound's influence, his focus solely on his mission to capture the beast. He knew he had to act swiftly, before the situation spiralled further out of control.

As Ye Yang observed the scene, he noticed that the crowd around him had succumbed to the hound's dark influence. They were pleasuring themselves, lost in a haze of lust and depravity. The woman, still writhing in ecstasy, released her sweet nectar, further fuelling the crowd's frenzy.

Meanwhile, the hound, sensing a disruption in the midst of its twisted revelry, turned its attention to Ye Yang.

Without moving its head, it twisted one eye towards him, its piercing gaze locking onto the young man. For a moment, the two engaged in a silent stare-down, the air thickening with tension.

The hound's gaze seemed to bore into Ye Yang's very soul, searching for any hint of weakness or vulnerability.

But Ye Yang stood firm, his resolve unshaken by the beast's powerful presence. He knew he had to maintain his focus, for he was the only one who could resist the hound's corrupting influence and put an end to this depraved spectacle.

Ye Yang braced himself for a sudden attack, his senses on high alert as he expected the hound to lunge at him. But instead of a physical assault, he felt a sudden presence in his mind. The hound was communicating with him through telekinesis, its voice echoing in Ye Yang's thoughts.

"Why do you resist my power, human?" the hound's voice whispered in Ye Yang's mind. "You see how easily the others succumb to my influence. Why do you refuse to give in to your desires?"

Ye Yang's mental defences remained strong, his focus unwavering as he replied, "Why are you doing this?"

The hound's telekinetic voice chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Ye Yang's spine. "Why?" it said, its presence lingering in Ye Yang's mind like a dark shadow.

The hound's voice, still echoing in Ye Yang's mind, took on a tone of arrogance, "I'm a man, indulging in my desires, and my actions are of no consequence to you." Then, its curiosity got the better of it, and it asked, "But who are you, exactly? What makes you think you can resist my power? Even those cultivators, with their esteemed spiritual practices, cannot withstand my influence.

Yet, you, a mere mortal, seem immune to my control."

The hound's questions were laced with a hint of fascination, its interest piqued by Ye Yang's unexpected resistance.

Ye Yang knew he had to be cautious, revealing nothing that could compromise his mission or his own safety. He replied, "I'm just a man doing what's right. Your power may be great, but it won't sway me."

The hound's response was a mental chuckle, "We'll see how long your conviction lasts, human."

The hound withdrew its tongue from the woman's intimate area and let out a low growl, as if commanding her to assume a new position. The woman, still entranced, obediently shifted onto all fours, her body trembling with anticipation. The hound's gaze lingered on her for a moment before returning to Ye Yang, its telekinetic voice resuming their mental conversation.

"You're quite bold to interrupt my pleasure, human," the hound said, its tone dripping with malice. "But since you've caught my attention, let's make this more... interesting. Why don't you join us? Surrender to your desires and indulge in the pleasure I offer."

Ye Yang's resolve remained unwavering; his focus fixed on his mission to capture the spirit beast. He refused to give in to the hound's corrupting influence, knowing that doing so would compromise his values and his very soul.

[Note: I apologize for the long wait, and I'm still thankful to you for supporting me until now.]

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