NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 129: Her husband's fault

She hadn't realized it yet, but today she had crossed the line of taboo. The Prime Minister had successfully corrupted her thoughts and would soon corrupt her body. She would become a pawn in his hand, used to further his sinister plan.

"Today's event marks the day she fell into the Prime Minister's trap. He had been collecting beautiful, high-status women and impregnating them as part of a sinister plan."

The Royal Guard's wife was not the first victim of the Prime Minister's sinister plan, and she won't be the last until he and his cohorts achieve their goal: the birth of specific children.

Brushing the curd from her face, she mused, "This is more potent than my husband's."

"Sniff"

"Sniff

"Sniff"

She sniffed her fingers, detecting a heavy, intoxicating scent. Her mind began to race, thoughts spiralling out of control. Unable to resist the urge, she inserted her curd-covered fingers into her lower mouth, indulging in a moment of self-pleasure.

"Spluucccchhhh"

She was already aroused, and the contact of her curd-filled fingers sent shivers down her spine. A low moan escaped her lips as she imagined Len's big dragon before her eyes.

Meanwhile, Ren retreated to a secluded corner of the mansion. There, alone with his thoughts, he began to visualize the Royal Guard's wife, naked and vulnerable. As he imagined her, he pleasured himself, lost in his own fantasy.

"Madam," he groaned, his body convulsing as he reached his climax.

After that day, Len began to avoid her, and so did the Royal Guard's wife. Despite her increasingly daring thoughts, she couldn't bring herself to force herself on him. Though her mind had been corrupted, she still understood the gravity of such an act and its potential consequences.

However, she still yearned for his presence, often asking about him from his mother. But Len continued to avoid her, fearing that a single misstep could jeopardize the positions of his parents, who together worked in the mansion.

Ten days later, the Prime Minister felt the time was ripe to claim his prize. He approached her, asking, "So, how's everything going? Are you following my instructions?"

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The Royal Guard's wife glared at him, "So, you've finally decided to show up." She wanted to took her anger and frustration on prime minister but controlled her urge knowing his status.

The Prime Minister flashed an innocent smile, "Well, I was tied up with some important matters. But as soon as I was free, I came straight here. Tonight, we're going to have a drink together, your husband and I."

She said sternly, "Isn't he out on royal business with his highness the Emperor? He'll be back late at night..."

The Prime Minister nodded, "Yes, he is. But we've already decided that I'll wait here until he returns from his duties."

"Alright, if that's the case. But what will you do until then? Why not rest while waiting for him?" she suggested.

The Prime Minister shook his head, "I came early because I have some business with you first, and then with your husband." He then locked the door to her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed. He turned to her, "This is important. I don't want any interruptions." Looking deep into her eyes, he asked seriously, "Did you notice any changes in your body after bathing with the stone I gave you?"

She wanted to say yes, but she shook her head. In reality, she had felt no change except for a surge of boldness. The Prime Minister pondered her answer, then spoke with a serious tone, "Then I have some bad news for you."

Her eyes widened in alarm, "What bad news?" she asked, her gaze intense as she searched his face for answers.

The Prime Minister gestured towards the chair beside him, "First, take a seat." She nodded, a growing sense of unease settling within her.

The Prime Minister gestured towards the chair beside him, "First, take a seat." She nodded, a growing sense of unease settling within her.

"The reason for your infertility is your husband, or perhaps his dragon," the Prime Minister revealed, his face etched with sadness. "He's a good friend of mine, and I can't reveal this to him, nor do I want you to."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she processed his words. how? Why her husband? his dragon? A whirlwind of confusion and fear swirled within her. She had always believed that her inability to conceive was a mere biological fluke, a twist of fate. But now, her fear was becoming truth especially after she saw Len's dragon.

"What do you mean?" she stammered, her voice barely audible. "What's wrong with my husband?"

The Prime Minister sighed, his expression turning sombre. "It's not that there's something inherently wrong with him," he explained, "but his dragon." He paused, not wanting to comment further.

"I don't understand what you mean," she said, confused. "How could that be possible?"

The Prime Minister explained, "There are two possible reasons for your infertility: one, his weakness, which I believe is unlikely; and two, the size of his dragon, which may not be potent enough to pregnant you."

"Unbelievable," she scoffed. "Do you expect me to believe such nonsense?" She glared at him intently. While she had her own doubts after witnessing Len's dragon, she refused to admit it to the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister stood up, "You must believe if you truly want to conceive. I can prove it, but you must agree to my condition. I'm risking more than just my reputation here; I'm risking my friendship with your husband."

"But first listen" he began explaining things to her regarding the infertility, The Prime Minister's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of a shocking revelation.

The woman, stunned and bewildered, could only stare at him, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. The idea that her husband's dragon, could be the cause of her infertility was almost too absurd to comprehend.

Yet, a part of her knew there was truth in his words. She had witnessed the, firsthand, how big the man's dragon can be and her husband's dragon was smaller even compare to the teenager.

A deep sense of shame washed over her. She had always blamed herself for their inability to conceive, believing it was a personal failing. But now, the blame shifted, and it fell squarely on her husband, on his small middle finger sized dragon.

The Prime Minister, sensing her turmoil, approached her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I understand this is a lot to take in," he said softly. "But it's the truth, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner we can find a solution."

His words offered a glimmer of hope. If the problem lay with the dragon, then perhaps there was a way to circumvent it. But the Prime Minister's proposal was a dangerous gamble, one that could jeopardize her marriage and her very life.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The Prime Minister smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I want your cooperation," he replied. "I need you to trust me, to trust my plan."

The woman's voice, laced with a mix of disbelief and frustration, hung heavy in the air. Her gaze, unwavering, met the doctor's, a silent plea for understanding. "It seems illogical," she continued, her tone rising slightly, "to think that the size of my husband's... dragon, as you put it, could be the cause of my inability to conceive.

The Prime Minister, his demeanour shifting from a position of authority to one of raw desire, reached out and gently took her hand. With a swift, decisive motion, he pulled her towards the bed, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Let me show you how the real dragon looks like," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Her body stiffened, a wave of shock and confusion washing over her. "Wait, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

The Prime Minister remained silent, his actions speaking louder than words. With deliberate movements, he began to unbutton his pants, revealing a sight that sent a jolt through her.

His dragon, large and imposing, was as thick as her wrist. Her eyes widened involuntarily; her gaze drawn to the impressive sight before her. She found herself unable to look away, her mind racing as she tried to process the unexpected turn of events. Prime minister spoke, "think about it, how far it can reach inside you, maybe directly touching your womb. With dragon like this, a woman can be satisfied and full."

The Prime Minister met her shocked gaze, his expression a mix of dominance and pity. "You need this inside you to be pregnant," he declared, his voice low and authoritative. "Otherwise, you'll never become a mother. Now choose yourself."

It could override her morals, her values, her very sense of self. Slowly, she began to consider the Prime Minister's proposal. It was a terrible, unthinkable act, but it was the only way to break the curse that had plagued her life.

With a heavy heart, she agreed to the Prime Minister's terms. She knew that she was sacrificing her dignity, her honour, but she was willing to pay the price.

"I…yes….but"