The Scent-Based Training Life After Being Kidnapped by My Lolita Girlfriend

In the evening, inside a high-end apartment in the city, a young couple, tired from a day's work, just returned. The boy's name was Chen Yun. He was handsome and sunny, and had only recently started high school. He had already managed to win over the class beauty, making her his girlfriend. The girl beside him was naturally Chen Yun's girlfriend, Zhao Qingya. She was also a freshman in high school. Not only was she extremely beautiful, with a pure and cute appearance, but her family was also quite well-off. At just a freshman, her family had already bought her a high-end apartment near the school for her to live in. As a young heiress, Zhao Qingya's favorite pastime was naturally buying all sorts of beautiful clothes and little dresses. She was also a devoted fan of the "three-culture" (Lolita, JK, Hanfu), and her collection of Lolita dresses and JK uniforms alone filled two walk-in closets. Today, a large anime convention was being held nearby. Zhao Qingya, who loved the "three-culture" and anime, naturally wouldn't miss such an event. She not only invited her best friend to join but also called Chen Yun to help her carry things. And so, after a day of browsing at the convention, the two returned to the apartment laden with bags. For the convention today, Zhao Qingya wore a very cute pink Lolita dress. It was adorned with delicate lace trim around the hem and decorated with cute elements like strawberries and little bears. She paired it with a red and white checkered inner shirt and matching colored bows in her twin ponytails, making her look both adorable and energetic. [Zhao Qingya character illustration] On her lower half, the girl wore a pair of Lolita-style white pantyhose, also printed with cute strawberry and bow patterns, adding to her charm. [Clothing design illustration] On Zhao Qingya's small feet, she wore a pair of wine-red low-heeled leather shoes. Around the ankles of the shoes, a hint of cotton ruffles peeked out. It turned out that to prevent chafing, the girl had also put on a pair of pink and white cotton socks, also in a cute style, over her pantyhose. [Sock design illustration] "Wow! Your place is quite luxurious... Qingya..." Chen Yun couldn't help but exclaim as he put down the bags and looked around the over 200-square-meter luxurious flat. "Heh, don't just stand there, come in and sit," Zhao Qingya said with a smile, pulling Chen Yun into her room. The girl's bedroom was also decorated with pink Lolita-style beddings and wallpaper, making Chen Yun feel like he had entered a princess's castle The girl who arrived was named Chen Wan, a close friend of Zhao Qingya for many years. Both came from wealthy families and shared a passion for "three-piece" fashion, including Lolita and JK styles, which brought them closer. Unlike the innocent Zhao Qingya, Chen Wan was an avid internet surfer, frequently exploring foreign websites. Having encountered all sorts of perversions and oddities online, she was well-versed in matters of sex and peculiar fetishes, making her a seasoned veteran in these areas. Today, Chen Wan wore a sky-blue Lolita dress with a blue and white checkered pattern, and a pair of oversized plush ears on her head, making her look incredibly cute. To complement her blue dress, Chen Wan wore a pair of matching sky-blue velvet pantyhose. The stockings had a white base, adorned with exquisite prints of gems and bows, exuding an elegant and luxurious vibe. On her feet, she wore a pair of white, soft-soled Mary Jane leather shoes. Chen Wan entered the room and after a brief exchange with Zhao Qingya, her anger flared. "This Chen Yun! That pervert, that pervert! Not only does he have such twisted hobbies, but he even secretly filmed you and posted it online! It's unforgivable!" Chen Wan cursed furiously. Zhao Qingya was also very angry. "Wanwan, you have to help me think of a good way to punish him. I can't just let this pervert off the hook! I need to vent my anger on him." "Don't worry, I've already thought of something," Chen Wan sneered. "This pervert likes girls' feet and socks, right? Why don't we find a way to kidnap him later?" "Kidnap Chen Yun?" "Exactly! Since he likes our feet and socks so much, why don't we kidnap him and then thoroughly discipline him? We'll make him enjoy himself with our socks!" "I've seen on foreign websites how they discipline men like that. We'll turn Chen Yun into our pet dog, make him lick our feet every day, wash our socks with his mouth, and deodorize our little leather shoes!" Hearing Chen Wan's plan, the innocent Zhao Qingya couldn't help but shiver, yet a thrill ran through her. "Mmm... then how should we kidnap him?" Zhao Qingya asked softly, glancing at Chen Yun who was still in the bathroom taking a shower. Although Chen Yun wasn't particularly strong, he was still a boy who had gone through puberty. Even with both Zhao Qingya and Chen Wan, it would be difficult to overpower him by force. "Don't rush, I have a plan..." Chen Wan said, blinking her sly eyes. ... Ten minutes later, Chen Yun finally finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom. Returning to Zhao Qingya's bedroom, he didn't see her. Instead, on the soft pink bed, lay a pair of cute pink and white short socks, the very ones Zhao Qingya had been wearing earlier. Chen Yun swallowed, walked After a while, Zhao Qingya returned with a large box. Inside, instead of ropes, were various styles, colors, and types of stockings, predominantly silk stockings and pantyhose. "Xiao Wan, I couldn't find any rope at home. Do you think these stockings can be used for now?" Zhao Qingya asked. Chen Wan glanced at them and nodded. "Of course. Silk stockings are excellent for bondage. They might look soft and easy to break free from, but they have considerable tensile strength. Plus, your stockings are all high-end and good quality, more than enough to bind Chen Yun. We can just use a few more if needed." "Great! Let's get started then!" Chen Wan, being an experienced hand at stocking bondage, was quite proficient. Under her direction, they first used a pair of pink, fleece-lined thick cotton socks to cover Chen Yun's hands. They then tied the stockings tightly around the cuffs of the cotton socks to prevent them from slipping off, securely encasing Chen Yun's hands. This was done to prevent Chen Yun from trying to untie himself with his fingers once he woke up. Next, Zhao Qingya was responsible for stretching out various pairs of long silk stockings and pantyhose until they lost their elasticity, then twisting them into rope-like strands, creating stocking ropes. Chen Wan, on the other hand, handled the binding. She began by using a pair of white silk stockings to cover Chen Yun's hands and arms, pulling them all the way up to his shoulders. She then pulled Chen Yun's hands behind his back. First, she used a stocking rope, starting from his shoulders and wrapping it continuously down to his wrists, binding Chen Yun in a European straight-arm restraint. Following that, she used several more stocking ropes, threading them through Chen Yun's shoulders and armpits, weaving them back and forth across his body to create a shape resembling a tortoise shell, essentially crafting a rope garment for Chen Yun made of stockings. Finally, she used stocking ropes to tightly bind Chen Yun's arms to his torso, leaving him with no room to move his upper body. With the upper body secured, Chen Wan immediately began binding Chen Yun's lower body. She started by using a stocking rope to bind his ankles, then his calves, knees, and thighs, creating four separate bindings that held Chen Yun's legs tightly together. Now, Chen Yun was bound by the stocking ropes into a shape resembling a worm, completely immobilized. However, it wasn't over yet. Chen Wan then flipped the sleeping Chen Yun over, positioning him to lie face down on the soft bed. Next, Chen Wan lifted Chen Yun's legs, pressing his calves firmly against his thighs. Her feet, clad in small sky-blue leather shoes, were now pressed against his buttocks, which were covered by white pantyhose. Chen Wan then used a stocking rope to connect the knot at Chen Yun's ankles to the knot at his wrists. This way, his bound wrists and ankles were mutually restrained. His feet had to be held high, and his hands couldn't move freely, only being pulled taut by the rope connecting them to his ankles. In this manner, Chen Yun was bound by Chen Wan in a "four-horse-harness" position, like a piece of meat, lying obediently on the bed. "Mmm... Urgh..." In his sleep, Chen Yun, unaware of what was happening, frowned slightly and let out a soft groan, clearly uncomfortable in this bound position. "Heh heh, go get a mirror, Xiao Ya, and then wake him up. Let him see how shameful he looks right now." And finally, the crotch of the pantyhose was pulled over Chen Yun's head. Chen Yun, already dizzy from the foul stench in his nostrils and mouth, suddenly had his head covered by a layer of fabric. His vision turned into a blurry white, and he also smelled the odor of urine. Having been worn by Chen Wan for so many days, the crotch of these pantyhose had inevitably dripped, accumulating over time. This left the crotch of the pantyhose stained yellow with urine and emitting a strong urinous smell. Zhao Qingya had clearly noticed this earlier. She had deliberately aimed the urine-stained part towards Chen Yun's nose before pulling the crotch of the pantyhose over his head. With everything accomplished, the two women clapped their hands in satisfaction. Zhao Qingya stood up and sat down on Chen Yun's back, her fair feet stepping onto Chen Yun's pantyhose-covered head, pressing him down fiercely. "Move your mouth and wash my stockings properly~ My dear sock-washer... If you don't wash them clean, you won't eat or sleep today!" Zhao Qingya said with a smile. "Mmph... mmmph.. mmmph mmm..." Beneath the fair feet, Chen Yun's head writhed slightly, emitting muffled groans of pain. Chen Yun was on the verge of collapse from the overwhelming stench constantly flooding his mouth and nose. First, the pantyhose in his mouth was continuously absorbing his saliva, slowly expanding and filling every crevice of his oral cavity. As this saliva was absorbed by the pantyhose, it became imbued with the disgusting sour odor from the fabric. It soaked into the dried sweat stains on the pantyhose, which were the remnants of Zhao Qingya's foot sweat. Now, this sweat, moistened by Chen Yun's saliva, mixed together. It fermented in Chen Yun's mouth, intensifying the sour stench, and circulated throughout his oral cavity, stimulating his taste buds to the point of nausea, making him want to vomit but unable to. Worst of all, after absorbing enough saliva and becoming saturated with the smell of foot sweat, the liquid, carrying the strong sour odor, began to seep out of the pantyhose, accumulating in Chen Yun's mouth. Chen Yun felt the liquid building up in his mouth, utterly helpless. He knew all too well that the taste of this saliva, after being filtered through the pantyhose, would be terrible. Yet, his mouth was tightly stuffed, preventing him from spitting it out. The liquid, mixed with the sour stench of foot sweat, accumulated more and more in Chen Yun's mouth. He couldn't spit it out, nor did he want to swallow it. Finally, to prevent himself from choking and to preserve his life, Chen Yun gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of the foul-smelling saliva. Immediately, a nauseating taste flowed down his throat, making him frown. Under the dual assault on his taste buds and his psyche, Chen Yun felt his mouth and stomach filled with the disgusting sour odor, driving him to the brink of collapse and making him desperately want to vomit. However, it wasn't over. With the pantyhose stuffed in his mouth, Chen Yun's salivary glands continued to work tirelessly. New saliva, filtered by the pantyhose and imbued with foot sweat and the sour stench, began to accumulate in his mouth, awaiting his next swallow. On the other side, Chen Yun's nostrils were in no better condition. Every breath he took had to pass through the crotch of the pantyhose and then through the foot of the pantyhose, a double filtration before being inhaled into his lungs. With every breath, he was met with the potent smell of sweat and urine. Chen Yun felt as if his lungs were about to explode with each inhale, suffering immensely. Yet, this olfactory hell was merely the beginning of Zhao Qingya and Chen Wan's torment. "Come, Xiao Ya, let's flip him over. It's time for the next stage of training." "Coming, coming!" Chen Wan and Zhao Qingya turned Chen Yun, who was bound like a horse and crawling on the bed, onto his side. Chen Yun was now lying in a bow-like position on the bed. His limbs were tightly bound by the sturdy stockings, rendering him utterly powerless to resist. All he could do was let out muffled protests through the pantyhose in his mouth, a futile sound, before lying submissively on the soft quilt, allowing the two young women to do as they pleased. Soon, Zhao Qingya's brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft moan before slowly opening her beautiful eyes. "Mmm... what's going on?" Zhao Qingya murmured in confusion. The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the bed. However, when she tried to sit up, she discovered her hands were immobile, bound tightly against her body. Her legs, too, felt as if they had fused together, pressed close. She was now bound like a human pretzel with garter belts! "Huh?" Zhao Qingya tilted her head in bewilderment. She saw the dense network of ropes on her body and legs. This method of bondage was all too familiar; it was exactly how she and Chen Wan had bound Chen Yun earlier. Zhao Qingya never imagined she would experience such a thorough restraint herself! "Mmm! It's so tight! I've been kidnapped by Chen Wan!" Zhao Qingya exclaimed in shock, finally recalling everything that happened before she lost consciousness. She struggled forcefully, trying to break free from the restraints, but found it an impossible dream under such tight binding. "You're awake? Xiao Ya?" Chen Wan asked with a cold sneer from the side. "Chen Wan? Why did you tie me up too! Untie me quickly!" Zhao Qingya immediately shouted, her voice filled with anxiety. "Heh, why? Don't you know yourself?" Chen Wan replied with a smile. "Because you can't be a qualified female Domme!" "Not only did you not dare to act when disciplining Chen Yun, but after finishing, you even had the ridiculous idea of letting him go." "I'm sorry, Xiao Ya, I can't let Chen Yun go. If he reports us to the police after leaving, it would put me in danger. Since we disagree, I can only kidnap you too!" Hearing Chen Wan's words, Zhao Qingya was completely panicked. For the first time, she felt her best friend was a stranger. "Xiao Wan, don't be impulsive! We can discuss things if you're not satisfied!" Zhao Qingya said anxiously. "I'm sorry, Xiao Ya, my mind is made up. And I've always wanted a pair of couple sock slaves like you two. From now on, you'll both obediently be our pets. All you need to do is wash my socks, deodorize my shoes, and be played with by me every day!" With that, Chen Wan stood up, picked up the white-bottomed, blue-printed pantyhose she had taken off her legs earlier and used to knock Zhao Qingya unconscious, and walked towards Zhao Qingya on the bed. "Xiao Wan, you... Mmm! Woo woo woo~ Woo woo woo!" Seeing Chen Wan approaching with her smelly socks, Zhao Qingya immediately guessed what Chen Wan intended to do. At close range, she could even see the yellowed toes and blackened soles of the socks in Chen Wan's hand! This almost made Zhao Qingya, who was usually very clean, want to vomit. As the socks in Chen Wan's hand got closer and closer to her mouth, Zhao Qingya was about to speak up to stop her when Chen Wan seized the opportunity and shoved the socks directly into her mouth! Instantly, a rich, putrid odor, like rotten salted fish, exploded in Zhao Qingya's mouth like a bomb. The thick smell of sweat made Zhao Qingya's vision go black. Although Zhao Qingya enjoyed wearing various styles of stockings, socks, and non-breathable leather shoes, often making her feet and socks smell sour and pungent, she was actually a very clean girl in her daily life. Every time she got home, she would immediately take a bath and then wash her shoes and socks, preventing them from developing any odor. Over time, she had even developed a touch of mysophobia. Now, having such disgusting socks forcibly stuffed into her mouth, Zhao Qingya was on the verge of a breakdown. When stuffing the socks into Zhao Qingya's mouth, Chen Wan deliberately placed the most pungent, yellowed and blackened toe portion at the front. This way, the moment the socks were inserted...