NTR: Choice Based System-Chapter 243: Dan Ya’s & Training Head

Training Head showed a wide smile as he told Ye Yang about when he is going to challenge the puzzle formation. freewēbnoveℓ.com

But Ye Yang felt a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. Training Head's eagerness to postpone the puzzle formation, coupled with his condition of Barad's departure, reeked of a carefully laid plan.

He swore to himself, a silent vow etched in his heart, that he wouldn't let Training Head harm Aunt Ya any further.

Lost in his grim thoughts, Ye Yang didn't notice Training Head slip away, leaving him alone with his own thought as Training Head was himself lost in thinking of how he'll torture Ye Yang.

The next morning with brightness spreading over his body, the sun casting long shadows as Ye Yang cultivated diligently.

Suddenly he heard familiar voice calling for him. "Nephew Yang," Barad said, his tone carrying a hint of urgency, "I came to bid you farewell. I'll be leaving today."

Ye Yang stopped cultivating and got up in surprise; confusion etched on his face. "So soon, Uncle? I thought…" He trailed off, remembering his conversation with Training Head just the night before. The timing felt too convenient.

Barad offered a weary smile. "The Royal banquet is fast approaching, Nephew. As Head of the Escort Agency, there are countless preparations to oversee."

Ye Yang lowered his voice, a seed of suspicion blooming in his chest. "What about Training Head, Uncle?"

Barad shook his head, his expression reassuring. "I didn't notice anything amiss with him, Yang. In fact, I even asked Dan Ya last night if anything troubled her, but she insisted everything was fine."

He placed a comforting hand on Ye Yang's shoulder. "You'll be joining the escort group in a few days, remember? This is a good opportunity for you. Train hard, Nephew, and show everyone that our Ye Yang is not as weak as they might think."

Ye Yang nodded, forcing a semblance of agreement. But a nagging doubt lingered. He found it hard to believe that Aunt Ya would so readily dismiss any potential wrongdoing by Training Head.

The System's ominous warnings about Training Head corrupting her, coupled with the hushed tales from the soldiers about his predatory nature towards vulnerable women, painted a far more sinister picture.

Steeling his resolve, Ye Yang decided he needed to bring this situation to an end swiftly. "I have to do this my own now." Ye Yang thought.

Just then, Aunt Ya approached, her expression gentle. "What were you two discussing?"

Barad smiled warmly at his wife. "Just bidding farewell to our Nephew, my dear. Duty calls."

As if waiting for them to gather, Training Head appeared, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. His presence seemed to make Dan Ya visibly stiffen. "Brother, you're leaving so soon?" he asked, his tone laced with false concern.

Barad reiterated his reasons, explaining the urgent need to prepare the escorts for the Royal banquet.

Training Head's smile widened, and he positioned himself between Dan Ya and Ye Yang, his arm brushing against Dan Ya's. "Don't you worry, Brother," he said, his gaze lingering on Dan Ya. "I'll take good care of your Nephew… and your wife, Madam Ya."

As he uttered "Madam Ya," he subtly licked his lips, a fleeting, repulsive gesture that didn't escape Ye Yang's notice.

Barad, oblivious of Training Head's obscured signs, thanked him sincerely. With a final nod to Ye Yang and a tender look at Dan Ya, he departed with a contingent of elite escort warriors.

The moment Barad was out of sight, Ye Yang seized the opportunity. "Training Head," he began, his voice casual, "about our conversation last night regarding the puzzle formation…"

Training Head chuckled, a dismissive sound. "Ah, yes, I remember that, Ye Yang. You seemed quite eager to see me clearing the formation." He paused, his eyes glinting with arrogance.

"Well, you'll have to wait a few days. I'll show you how a true expert clears such formations. In the meantime," he gestured towards the escort warriors who were engaged in their rigorous morning drills, "you should focus on your cultivation and join them in their training. You'll be one of them soon enough."

Training Head then beckoned one of the escort guards, a burly man with muscles that strained against his leather armour. "Gao Pen," Training Head addressed him, his tone deceptively friendly, "from today onwards, Young Master Ye Yang will be training alongside you and your squad."

Gao Pen, a man known for his rigorous training methods and pride in his strength, looked Ye Yang up and down with a critical eye.

Training Head leaned closer to Gao Pen, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though Ye Yang could still clearly hear him.

"Remember, Gao Pen, don't go easy on him. He has… demonstrated a certain level of talent, even suggesting he might be better than some of you." He punctuated his words with a pointed look at Gao Pen, a subtle jab designed to ignite the guard's competitive spirit.

Gao Pen's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his rugged features. He nodded curtly. "Understood, Training Head." He turned his attention back to Ye Yang, as his gaze itself was challenging him.

Training Head then turned his attention to Dan Ya, his smile morphing into a greasy smirk.

"Madam Ya," he purred, his voice dripping with a false intimacy that made Ye Yang's blood boil, "today is our next session of… exercise, wouldn't you agree? Meet me at my tent shortly." He winked at her, the gesture laden with a disgusting possessiveness.

Dan Ya, her face pale and her eyes downcast, offered a barely perceptible nod. She then began to follow Training Head, her steps slow and heavy, like a prisoner being led to their cell.

Ye Yang's hand instinctively shot out, a desperate urge to stop her, to shield her from Training Head's vile intentions. "Aunt Ya, wait!" he called out, his voice strained with urgency.

But his path was immediately blocked. The escort warriors, spurred by Training Head's earlier words and Gao Pen's silent command, moved to surround Ye Yang.

Gao Pen stepped forward, a challenging glint in his eyes. "Young Master Ye Yang," he said, his voice a low rumble, "since you'll be training with us, there's no time like the present to start. We have a demanding routine. Prepare yourself."

Before Ye Yang could protest or even fully register what was happening, another warrior stepped in, flexing his considerable biceps. "Indeed, Young Master," he said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "We wouldn't want you to fall behind. Our training is not for the faint of heart."

One by one, the escort warriors began to challenge Ye Yang, boasting about their gruelling exercises, their relentless drills, and the sheer difficulty of their regimen.

They spoke of dawn runs that stretched for miles, sparring sessions that left even seasoned fighters bruised, and strength training that could break lesser men.

Ye Yang found himself trapped in a whirlwind of testosterone-fuelled challenges and intimidating displays of physical prowess. He could only watch, a helpless fury churning within him, as Aunt Ya followed Training Head towards his tent, her figure shrinking with each step.

He knew he couldn't openly accuse Training Head without concrete proof, especially when Dan Ya herself hadn't spoken a word against him.

His words would likely fall on deaf ears, or worse, be twisted against him. He needed a plan, a way to expose Training Head's vile actions and protect his aunt without putting her in further danger.

Just as he was thinking this through, he saw Hell crossing Dan Ya's path, and she picked him up in her arms. Seeing this, Ye Yang sighed in relief, feeling that if Hell was with her, he wouldn't let Training Head harm her.

Ye Yang promised himself that this was going to end soon as he looked at Training Head and seeing a smug look on Training Head's face as he led Dan Ya away only solidified Ye Yang's resolve. He would make that smile disappear, permanently.