NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 110: Strip Naked

The room fell silent, heavy with tension. The masked figures remained unmoved; their faces hidden behind their masks.

The Prime Minister's voice remained resolute. "Even if innocent lives are lost, I'm prepared to face the consequences. But I assure you, she will never succumb to your vile demands."

With a decisive motion, he rose from his seat, signalling an end to the conversation.

The masked figure's tone turned menacing. "Among the innocent casualties will be her beloved husband and esteemed clan members. We'll ensure their demise, and as for the Minister..." He paused, relishing the moment. "He's currently on a business trip to the north, a week's journey from here. Who knows what perils await him on those lonely roads?"

His laughter echoed through the room, a chilling, mirthless sound. "Ha-ha-ha... Fate can be cruel, can't it?"

The Treasury Minister's wife grasped the Prime Minister's hand, her voice trembling with desperation. "No... I won't let them harm my family, even if it means sacrificing myself. I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to my husband and loved ones."

The Prime Minister's eyes widened in alarm, his face pale. "No, this isn't right," he protested, his voice laced with urgency.

"We can find another solution, one that saves everyone. I refuse to believe he'd actually carry out such threats."

But she remained resolute, her grip on his hand tightening. "Please, I won't take that risk," she implored, her eyes brimming with tears. "My family's safety is all that matters. I'll do whatever it takes to protect them."

The Prime Minister's expression softened, his voice gentle. "I understand your fears, but we cannot give in to their demands. We'll find a way to safeguard your family, I promise."

As they spoke, the masked figures watched, their silence oppressive. The air was heavy with tension, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.

The masked figure dropped another bombshell, his voice dripping with malice. "We're also aware of the Treasury Minister's embezzlement of royal funds for personal gain and his in-laws' benefit. Do you think the Emperor will turn a blind eye to such treachery?"

He directed his gaze at the Prime Minister, his tone accusatory. "You're aware of this, yet you conceal it. But if I don't eliminate them, the Emperor surely will when he discovers the truth. Treason against the royal treasury carries a single penalty: death to all involved."

Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she turned to the Prime Minister, desperately seeking denial. The weight of the accusation hung in the air like a guillotine, ready to drop.

"Is this true?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching the Prime Minister's face for any sign of deception.

The Prime Minister's expression remained impassive, but a faint flicker in his eyes betrayed his turmoil. He knew the consequences of such a revelation.

"Yes,"

he spoke, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and defiance. "I know about it, but I hid it because I knew he did that to help your family, his family. He just wanted to help, but things went awry because of these ruthless bandits." He glared at the Masked Man, accusation and disdain evident in his eyes.

"Why?" she yelled, her voice trembling with anguish. "Why didn't you stop him? Don't you know that it's treason, and its punishment is death?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of consequences.

The Prime Minister's expression turned sombre. "When I found out, it was already too late. The damage was done." He paused, collecting his thoughts.

The Masked Man's voice dripped with malice. "Yes, the death penalty. Do you now understand how grave the situation is?" His laughter echoed through the room, a menacing sound that sent shivers down their spines.

As the tension escalated, the Prime Minister's face set in a determined mask. "We'll find a way to mitigate this crisis, to protect your family and unravel the mess." But the Masked Man's words had already struck their mark, casting a shadow of doubt and fear over the room.

"I'll do it," she declared, her voice resolute despite the turmoil within. "I'll comply, but promise me you'll cease all attacks on my family and keep this incident sealed, never to be spoken of again."

The Masked Man's smile broadened, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Indeed, indeed," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

The Prime Minister opened his mouth to intervene, but she raised a hand, forestalling him. "What should I do?" she asked, her gaze locked on the Masked Man.

The Masked Man's smile twisted into a leer. "For starters, why not show us what you're hiding beneath those elegant clothes?" He paused; his voice heavy with menace. "Strip naked, and let us behold your beauty."

His words hung in the air like a challenge, or a threat. The Prime Minister's face darkened, his eyes blazing with indignation. "You can't be serious," he protested, but the Masked Man's gaze remained fixed on her.

She stood frozen, her heart racing with fear and revulsion. Yet, driven by desperation to protect her family, she steeled herself for the humiliating ordeal ahead.

She rose from her seat, her hands trembling as she began to remove her clothes, the weight of her decision settling upon her. The Prime Minister, his face a mask of discomfort, stood up abruptly.

"I'll be waiting in the next room," he announced, his voice strained.

But she grasped his hand, her eyes pleading. "Don't leave me alone," she implored, her voice barely above a whisper. Fear and a strange, unsettling sensation coursed through her veins.

Maintaining his facade, the Prime Minister hesitated. "No, it's...," he began, his gaze involuntarily drifting to her half-naked body. His eyes lingered for a moment before he seated himself again, his face a picture of forced composure.

As she continued to strip, the air thickened with tension. The Masked Man watched; his expression inscrutable. The Prime Minister's eyes remained fixed on the floor; his jaw clenched.