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

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.