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Training Head managed between gasps of laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.
He took a step closer to Dan Ya, his foot landing just beside her outstretched arm, emphasizing her vulnerability.
His laughter died down, his face twisting into a mask of cold, amused contempt as he looked at Ye Yang.
"The escort agency? They send me tributes, boy! They bend the knee to me!" He gestured to Dan Ya with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "This one was simply late with her... training fees."
More laughter. "Yeah, Nephew! Maybe you can pay her fee for her! Get down on your knees!" a soldier yelled.
"The Ye clan?" Training Head sneered, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.
"Seems you don't know much about your own clan!" He stepped between Dan Ya's legs again, his gaze raking over her trembling body, then flicked back to Ye Yang.
"And who will believe the words of a waste like you?" Training Head continued, his voice laced with malice.
"Not even your own father, the great warrior of the Ye clan, Ye Xuan, cares for you. Though I wouldn't mind a private meeting with your mother." Training Head licked his lips, a lewd thought about Ye Mei and her body crossing his mind.
"Lastly, a power beyond my comprehension?" Training Head's voice dripped with scorn.
He leaned down, his face inches from Dan Ya's tear-streaked one, then looked up at Ye Yang, a chillingly triumphant smirk on his lips. "The only power you understand is the power to watch while I break your aunt!" n𝚘𝚟pub.𝚌o𝚖
He punctuated his words with another stinging slap to Dan Ya's thigh, harder this time.
"SLAP!"
A sharp cry of pain escaped Dan Ya, her body jolting on the ground. Her eyes, wide with terror, fixed on Ye Yang, the desperate plea now mixed with sheer horror at his defiance. She tried to speak, but only choked sounds emerged.
The soldiers, sensing Training Head's escalating fury and emboldened by his dismissiveness of Ye Yang's threats, pressed closer. Their taunts became more explicitly sexual, more debasing.
"Look at her jump! She likes it rough, that one!" "Training Head knows how to work a woman! Maybe we should apprentice under him!" "Is she going to bark like her little pet when you hit her again?"
Ye Yang's mind reeled. The sheer depravity, the casual cruelty, the utter lack of respect – it was a level of evil he hadn't truly comprehended. His muscles screamed, his blood boiled, every instinct urged him to charge, to tear, to kill.
But Dan Ya's pained face, her silent screams for him to stop, to leave, to not make things worse, were a physical barrier.
Training Head watched Ye Yang's internal struggle, his cruel smile widening. He knew he had him cornered.
He knew the boy was burning with impotent rage. This wasn't just about punishing Dan Ya anymore; it was about breaking Ye Yang, about taking his old revenge against him.
"Your silence speaks volumes, boy," Training Head said, his voice a low, malicious purr that carried across the now quieted training ground, everyone waiting for what he would do next.
He knelt fully between Dan Ya's legs, his body a shield from Ye Yang's view, his intentions clear and horrifying. "You might think that I have something against her, but no; it's you, Ye Yang, it's you. If not for you, she might not be suffering today."
Ye Yang's burning gaze flickered, a wave of confusion briefly washing over the furious red haze in his mind.
"It's you, Ye Yang, it's you. If not for you, she might not be suffering beneath me." The words didn't make sense. Why was this about him? What had he ever done to Training Head to warrant this level of twisted cruelty directed at his aunt?
Training Head saw the flicker of confusion in Ye Yang's eyes and a new, chillingly manic gleam entered his own.
This wasn't just about dominance anymore; it was deeply, horrifyingly personal. With a rough, theatrical flourish, Training Head shrugged off his robes, letting them fall to the ground around his feet.
The training ground, already holding its breath, became utterly silent as he stood there, fully exposed, revealing his erection – his "dragon" – to the horrified onlookers.
He then reached down, his hand fisting in Dan Ya's hair, yanking her head up. With brutal force, he held her face still, forcing her to look at him, to look at the monstrous display of his power and depravity.
He turned her head slightly, forcing her gaze, her tears, her terror, to fix on his aroused "dragon." Then, his eyes, filled with a terrifying blend of rage, triumph, and madness, locked onto Ye Yang's.
"You look confused, boy," Training Head spat, his voice thick with a venomous glee.
He gestured with his free hand towards himself, then back to Dan Ya's face, held captive before him.
"You took away my Xu Li from me! I couldn't even see what she was hiding beneath that petite body!" His voice rose, cracking with a sudden, insane laughter that bordered on tears. "And it's all because of YOU, Ye Yang!"
His grip tightened on Dan Ya's hair, making her whimper. The madness in his eyes intensified, a terrifying storm brewing within them.
"That day," he snarled, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper that was somehow more terrifying than his shouts, "that day I decided... I decided I would ruin every woman close to you! I'll take them all, in front of your eyes, and make them crawl under my dragon!"
He reached down, his hand roughly gripping his "dragon," the gesture overtly aggressive, violating, and utterly dehumanizing.
He shoved it forward, forcing the tip against Dan Ya's trembling, tear-streaked lips. Dan Ya flinched violently, her eyes wide with a new, absolute horror.
Training Head's voice boomed out, addressing Dan Ya directly, but the words were clearly meant for Ye Yang, a twisted ultimatum delivered with chilling precision.
"The longer your mouth works..." he snarled, pressing harder against her lips, "...the longer his life will be."
He gave a final, brutal shove, forcing his "dragon" against and into Dan Ya's mouth. Her body stiffened, a strangled sound escaping her throat as she was forced into the horrifying act.
"Suck it, Dan Ya!" Training Head's voice was a cruel, triumphant roar, the order echoing across the silent training ground. The air was thick with the stench of fear, sweat, and the heavy, sickening perfume of pure evil.
The soldiers, moments before drooling and jeering, were now stunned into silence. This level of personal, public degradation, explicitly tied to revenge against the nephew and involving the threat to his life, was beyond their usual crude expectations.
The stunned silence was abruptly broken by a voice, low and surprisingly cheerful tone. "Kill everyone close to you, Ye Yang, and I'll take care of this one," Hell said, his tail giving a casual wag.
There was still a playful lilt in his tone, utterly incongruous with the scene. "Though I won't kill him, so be quick before I end up killing this fool anyway."
As he spoke, a faint, unseen pulse of energy emanated from the small beast. Suddenly, Training Head felt his head spin violently, a dizzying disorientation seizing him.
Dan Ya, finally succumbing to the immense physical and emotional torture, lost consciousness, her body going limp beneath him.
