NOVPUBJust as Training Head thought he could finally indulge himself, Hell barked ferociously and with a swift movement, tore the single piece of striped cloth from Dan Ya's body, leaving her completely naked above him.
Training Head's patience finally snapping. He shoved Dan Ya aside and turned his attention to the small, infuriating beast.
He raised his hand, intent on ending the life of the irritating beast that had repeatedly thwarted his desires.
But before his hand could descend, Dan Ya threw herself at Training Head, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. "Master, please don't harm him," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "He is just a clueless beast."
Training Head was momentarily surprised by her protective action. A cruel smile slowly spread across his face, but his tone remained cold and dangerous.
"Do you truly believe your pathetic words can save him?" he sneered. "This beast is deliberately ruining your training."
Dan Ya swallowed hard, her grip on him tightening. "He... he won't do it again, Master. I promise. I'll take him out of the tent right now."
Training Head's cold gaze intensified. "And do you think I will simply let him go unpunished? Perhaps I should punish his owner as well?" he said, his eyes glinting with malice as he subtly referred to Ye Yang.
Dan Ya tightens her embrace further "Don't! Please, Master. You can punish me, do whatever you want to me, but leave him alone."
"Oh?"
Training Head chuckled, his smile widening, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Then be ready for what is coming, Dan Ya. You will pay for his insolence."
He roughly pulled her arms from around him, his gaze sweeping over her naked form. "Since your little pet seems to enjoy interruptions, perhaps we should make this a more… public display of your dedication."
He strode to the tent flap and flung it open, the bright afternoon light flooding the interior. The sounds of training warriors outside momentarily ceased as several pairs of eyes turned towards the open tent.
"Everyone!" Training Head announced, his voice booming across the training grounds. "Gather around! It seems our little Dan Ya needs a… reminder of her place. And perhaps her nephew's pet needs to learn a lesson about interfering with training."
A murmur rippled through the assembled soldiers who were Training Head's personal soldiers and they well knew about Training head's lewd life.
Training Head turned back to Dan Ya; his smile sickeningly sweet. "Now, Dan Ya," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "Let's continue our… stretching exercises. But this time, everyone can appreciate your… dedication." He gestured towards the ground in front of him. "On your back. Legs spread wide. Arch your back, just like before."
Tears welled up in Dan Ya's eyes, but she knew better than to disobey. With trembling limbs, she lowered herself to the ground, her nakedness exposed to the leering gazes of the surrounding warriors.
Hell whined softly, nudging his head against her hand as if offering some small comfort.
Training Head positioned himself between her outstretched legs once more, his gaze possessive and cruel. "Now, let's see that arch, Dan Ya. Higher. Show them how willing you are to endure for your training."
As Dan Ya struggled to maintain the humiliating pose, Training Head leaned down, his voice a low whisper meant only for her ears.
"Your little display of protectiveness for that mutt will cost you dearly, Dan Ya. Every moment you lie here, exposed and vulnerable, will be a testament to your defiance."
He then raised his voice again, addressing the onlookers. "Observe closely, everyone! This is the dedication required to become stronger. This… discomfort… is merely a stepping stone on the path to power."
His eyes flickered towards soldiers, a smug look on his face. "Perhaps some of you could learn a thing or two about discipline from Dan Ya's… unwavering commitment."
Training Head then used his fingers to stretch the gap between her legs and showed it to the soldiers who were drooling from the sight ahead.
Many of them were already dreaming of sucking those big Melons and fuc*ing Dan Ya in a broad day light while some even dare to think of making her their personal sex partner during their training.
Ye Yang's fists clenched at his sides seeing the blatant humiliation inflicted upon Dan Ya, the crude display of nakedness in front of many soldiers. as he returned because of Hell's call through their connection
"That's enough," Ye Yang's voice cut through the air, surprisingly calm but carrying an undeniable edge of menace. "you have crossed your line, Training Head."
Training Head turned, his smile vanishing, replaced by a look of cold fury. "And who are you to question my methods, Nephew? Are you perhaps feeling… protective of your Aunt?" He let out a harsh laugh. "Stay out of this, Ye Yang if you do not wish to ended up losing your head."
"No" Dan Ya pleaded while enduring humiliation.
"It is my concern when you humiliate and degrade someone under your supposed 'training'," Ye Yang retorted, his gaze unwavering. "She is under your care, not your personal plaything."
A tense silence descended upon the training grounds. The soldiers watched, their expressions a mixture of shock and apprehension, as the two men stared each other down.
The air crackled with unspoken hostility, the fragile peace of the training camp threatening to shatter but then the soldiers began to laugh.
A wave of crude laughter erupted from the assembled soldiers, their taunts echoing across the training grounds.
"Look at the little lordling, trying to be a hero!" one jeered. "Go back to playing with your toys, boy. The adults are busy here."
Another soldier chimed in with a lewd wink, "Yeah, Nephew, why don't you pull up a seat? You might learn a thing or two about how a real man handles a woman... even your Aunt." His words were met with more raucous laughter and suggestive gestures.
Ye Yang's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, his body coiled and ready to explode into action.
He was about to lunge forward when Dan Ya's voice, strained and filled with a desperate plea, reached him. "Yang'er... please... don't do anything rash..."
Her words were fragmented, laced with pain. "Leave this place... please... and don't let your Uncle Barad... or anyone... know about this..." She wanted him to escape, to remain safe from Training Head's wrath.
"SLAP"
But before she could finish her plea, a heavy slap landed on her bare buttock, the sharp crack silencing the remaining words.
Training Head's voice, cold and possessive, cut through the air. "Who told him he could leave? Now he'll stay right here and watch your punishment with his own eyes."
"SLAP"
Another brutal slap landed on her other buttock, the skin already beginning to redden. Ye Yang roared in fury; his voice raw with outrage. "Stop! You will regret this!"
Training Head simply smirked, his eyes never leaving Dan Ya's trembling form. "Regret what, boy? Showing you the true order of things? Showing you the consequences of interfering with your betters?"
"SLAP"
He delivered another sharp slap, this time to her thigh. "Your aunt understands, don't you, Dan Ya? She knows the price of defiance."
Tears streamed down Dan Ya's face, but she remained silent, her eyes pleading with Ye Yang to obey her earlier command and leave. The humiliation was unbearable, but her fear for Ye Yang's safety outweighed her own suffering.
The soldiers continued their mockery, emboldened by Training Head's actions. "Look at her squirm!" one shouted. "Maybe she enjoys it!" another leered.
Ye Yang's internal struggle was tearing him apart. Every instinct screamed at him to protect Dan Ya, to tear Training Head limb from limb for the vile display.
But Dan Ya's desperate plea, the knowledge of Training Head's power and knowing his one rash action can endanger her life so Ye Yang controlled himself as he looked at Training Head with burning gaze.
The humiliation inflicted upon Dan Ya burned into his memory, a searing wound that demanded retribution.
