NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 109: Henious Request

She slowly regained consciousness, her mind foggy and disoriented. "What... what just happened?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

The Prime Minister maintained his worried expression, his brow furrowed in concern. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and gentle. "You've been taking too much stress due to this matter," he said softly. "Don't worry, I'll help you. You shouldn't burden your body with such worries. Your well-being is paramount."

His soothing words unexpectedly stirred a warmth within her, spreading through her veins like a gentle flame. She blushed as she nodded, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort in his presence.

The Prime Minister's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Remember, not a word to your husband," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. With that, he withdrew his hand, leaving her feeling strangely bereft.

"Yes," she replied, nodding before turning to leave the building. Continue reading stories on mvl

As she stepped out, the Prime Minister called after her, "Return tomorrow, preferably in the evening. The Minister will be away on business until next week, and we can devise a plan to assist your family during his absence."

knowing his words are working on her, he added, "Remember, we mustn't burden him with additional stress. Let's discuss this later at tonight, tomorrow."

She nodded, her expression a mix of understanding and curiosity. As she departed, his words lingered in her mind, alongside the inexplicable warmth that had spread through her chest when he offered reassurance.

The Prime Minister's smile broadened as he watched her depart, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Hehehe, it seems the Stone of Corruption is working its dark magic on her, rendering her vulnerable to our influence. Hope you can ensure she delivers the desired results."

A figure emerged from the shadows; his features obscured by the dim lighting. "Is she your next target for manipulation?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

The Prime Minister nodded; his expression calculated. "Yes, she meets the vessel criteria perfectly: captivating beauty, impeccable background, and elevated social status. Now we wait to see if she possesses the essence we seek."

The man spoke with an air of suspense, "I've delivered the things to you as instructed. Now, the higher-ups eagerly wait for the results."

With those words, he dissolved into the shadows, leaving the Prime Minister alone in the dimly lit room. A triumphant smile spread across the Prime Minister's face, illuminating his features.

"No one can hinder our resurgence," he declared, his voice dripping with confidence. "This time, we'll rise stronger, more formidable, and louder than ever before. The birth of our God is imminent, and nothing can stop it."

His smile twisted into a maniacal grin as he surrendered to uncontrollable laughter. "Ha-ha-ha-ha! The world will soon tremble at our feet!"

then next day she came to his chamber after her husband departed for the business,

Prime Minister took her to the secret room inside his chamber, "this place is used only when we need to hide from the invaders or when we have some urgent deal but today, I'm allowing you inside because of your serious matter, hope you'll keep it between us."

She nodded silently as they stepped into the mysterious room.

The air thickened with an eerie atmosphere, heavy with foreboding. The space was divided into two distinct areas: a lavish bedroom and a formal meeting room. The Prime Minister guided her to the latter, its serious expressions amplifying her anxiety.

"Please, sit here," he instructed, his voice low and measured.

She complied, her eyes scanning the room. The Prime Minister settled beside her, he then smiled at him, "don't stress yourself, I'm sure we can find some solution for your family problems."

Before them stood a gleaming white globe, its surface etched with complex patterns. The device hummed to life as the Prime Minister channelled his Qi into it. A soft, ethereal glow enveloped the globe, illuminating the masked figures on the other side.

The shadows danced across their hidden faces, making their intentions impossible to discern. The air vibrated with tension as the Prime Minister leaned forward, his eyes locked onto the globe.

The Prime Minister addressed the masked figures, his voice firm but cautious. "We've contacted you as requested. Considering the risks, please explain why you insisted on speaking with her directly." He gestured toward the Treasury Minister's wife.

The leading masked figure responded, its voice distorted and unreadable. "I required a personal audience with her. Yet, you claim you cannot come to me?"

The Prime Minister stood his ground, unwavering. "You're aware of our delicate situation. Do you truly wish to involve His Majesty in this matter? Neither of us desires that. Involving him would mean bloodshed and catastrophic consequences – your downfall and the loss of countless innocent lives."

The masked figure paused, weighing the Prime Minister's words. "I understand the stakes. I have no desire for royal guards to breach my Den. Very well, we'll proceed according to your terms."

As the Prime Minister maintained his composure, she smiled inwardly, intrigued by him skilfully controlling the situation. Her attention shifted to the masked figure, awaiting his response.

The masked man's voice dripped with sinister intent. "We've heard tales of the Treasury Minister's wife's breathtaking beauty. We merely wish to... taste it once. Grant us this Favor, and we'll cease targeting your family."

Her eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling with dual horrors. First, the outrageous request from these bandits left her aghast. Second, a chilling realization dawned: they had targeted her clan, her loved ones, solely because of her. The weight of this truth crushed her.

"Is this... about me?" she stammered; her voice barely audible.

The masked figure's nod confirmed her darkest fears. "Yes, your beauty has captivated us. We'll spare your family... if you surrender your body to us."

"Impossible!"

the Prime Minister slammed his fist on the table, his voice thundering with anger.

"You dare suggest she surrender her body to your depraved desires, allowing you to ravage her like wild beasts? Do you think us so feeble, so utterly desperate, as to accept this outrageous demand?"

His face reddened with rage, his eyes blazing with disgust. "You're not merely asking for a sacrifice, you're demanding a desecration – the defilement of an innocent woman, a pillar of our society. I refuse to entertain such a heinous proposal."