The Daily Intertwining with My Female Roommate at the Magic Academy

She knelt on her lower bunk, her back pressed against the neatly folded winter quilt. Her upper body was loosely encircled twice by a rope emitting a faint blue light. Her wrists were bound behind her back, the knot tied loosely enough that she could have broken free with a little effort, but she chose not to. This rope, named Qingying, was her life-bound magical artifact. It had been wrapped around her wrist the day her magic awakened, and only her bloodline could activate it. Across from her, Meng Tinglan sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, a section of Qingying's rope held loosely in her mouth, the other half between her fingertips. She was slowly winding it around Tao Ye's knees. Meng Tinglan wore an old cotton nightgown, its loose neckline slipping to her collarbone, revealing a sliver of delicate clavicle. Her dark hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands brushing her cheeks, making her look soft and approachable. "Move up a bit," Tao Ye urged, a bead of sweat forming on her brow. She shifted her knees, trying to adjust her position for better accuracy. "Why are you wrapping it around my kneecaps? Higher, to where I pointed earlier—hey, hey, hey, you missed, go towards the base of your thighs!" Meng Tinglan glanced up at her, the corners of her eyes naturally upturned. They curved now, hinting at a mischievous intent she didn't voice. She complied, moving the rope higher. Her fingertips deliberately brushed against the skin of Tao Ye's inner thigh, watching the faint blush spread from the base of her thighs to her ears before she spoke slowly, "Towards where? Does Teacher Tao teach her students like this? Can't even point to the right spot." "It's... it's just a little below the edge of your underwear!" The moment Tao Ye spoke, she regretted it so much she wanted to bite her tongue. Her face instantly burned, and she quickly buried her face in her shoulder, her voice muffled and heavy. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Who was it just now pulling on my sleeve, saying they wanted to learn how to tie a bondage knot? And now you're pretending to be stupid." "Yes, yes, I want to learn." Meng Tinglan suppressed a smile, her fingertips sliding down the cool rope. The moment Qingying touched the softest flesh at the base of Tao Ye's thighs, the person beneath her body shuddered violently. "But I am inherently clumsy, unlike classmate Tao, who has practiced countless times behind closed doors. You can tie yourself up perfectly with your eyes closed, and you know exactly where to tighten the knot for the most comfortable sensation." She was both embarrassed and tingling. As she looked up, intending to retort, Meng Tinglan's fingertips suddenly tightened, and the rope around her thighs constricted slightly. It wasn't heavy, but it pressed precisely on that sensitive spot that made even her own secret touches elicit gasps. The harsh words on the tip of her tongue transformed into an involuntary sigh. This sensation, a mix of aching and numbness, uncontrollably brought back memories of late Wednesday night last week. Tao Ye had known she was different from others since childhood. Students at Starfall Academy awakened life-bound artifacts that were either crystal balls that could hurl fireballs, staffs that summoned lightning, or at the very least, vines that bloomed healing flowers. She, however, had awakened a rope. The day she discovered this, she hid in the old library and cried for an entire afternoon, feeling utterly humiliated. Until, exhausted from crying, she randomly flipped open a coverless old notebook. Inside were drawings of various knots, and of men and women bound tightly by ropes. Some had their wrists bound behind their backs, others had rope loops wrapped around their thighs. Their skin was marked with faint red indentations, yet their faces showed no pain. She squatted behind the bookshelf, staring at the drawings for a full three hours. Her heart pounded as if it would leap from her throat, blood rushed to her face and below her waist, and her fingertips trembled. But she dared not tell anyone. She dared not admit that she used her weekends, when the dorm was empty, to lock her door and use Qingying to wrap around her arms and legs, tying knots as depicted in the notebook. Sometimes, when the rope was too tight and her skin hurt, there was a sense of fulfillment, as if a void that had been empty for years was finally being filled. Even more daringly, she felt that tying herself was never enough—after all, she knew how much force she was applying, and she instinctively avoided the most sensitive areas. The moment the rope touched her most ticklish spot, her magic would release, always falling short of that reckless intensity. Last Wednesday, she could bear it no longer. In a moment of impulse, she devised an incredibly foolish plan. She calculated the time Meng Tinglan usually went to the public bathhouse. She deliberately activated Qingying, making her magic fluctuate erratically, feigning an inability to control her artifact. As Meng Tinglan pushed open the door, still drying her hair, water droplets dripping from her ends, Qingying shot out with a "swish." It first wrapped around her wrists and twisted them behind her back, then coiled around her waist three times, and finally spread her legs apart, binding her securely to the hard wooden chair in front of the desk. After she finished, she was stunned. She stood frozen, backing away repeatedly, her face pale and bloodless. All she could stammer was apologies, claiming she had been practicing restraint techniques and had gone too far, that Qingying was disobedient. As she spoke, she raised her hand as if to retract her magic and untie the rope. It was hard not to be surprised, but more than that, it was a relief that bordered on ecstasy. On one hand, this wasn't something harmful. On the other, she liked this as much as I did. In truth, she had noticed something off about Tao Ye long ago. For two years living in the dorms, Tao Ye would always lock the door when she went to the library. Every time she came back early, she’d see Tao Ye frantically stuffing something under her covers, her face flushed an abnormal red. Several times, waking up in the middle of the night, she’d seen a faint blue light seeping from Tao Ye’s bedding, and occasionally heard muffled moans. She hadn't called her out, just felt curious, assuming she was doing something in bed. It wasn't until last week, tied to the chair, that the moment Tao Ye's fingertips brushed her waist, she finally connected all the clues. She loved seeing Tao Ye blush, loved seeing her flustered and speechless, and even more, she loved seeing her like this now, tied up, tears in her eyes, yet unable to stop pressing herself against her. "Let me show you something else good." Meng Tinglan held the silver-gray vibrator up to Tao Ye's eyes, watching her pupils instantly widen, her whimpers growing more intense. She couldn't help but laugh. "Don't get too excited. This is yours too, isn't it? Tao Ye, how many good things have you been hiding? How did I not notice any of this before?" Tao Ye's mind was about to explode. She never expected that the things she’d hidden so carefully had all been found by Meng Tinglan. She was so ashamed she wished she could faint on the spot, shaking her head desperately, whimpering, wanting Meng Tinglan to put the things away. But her body betrayed her, growing soft, her legs spreading wider, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently. Meng Tinglan ignored her protests, reaching out to push aside her soaked underwear. She revealed the glistening, wet flesh beneath. Tao Ye trembled even harder, wanting to pull away, but the ropes held her fast, leaving her unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Meng Tinglan slowly brought the vibrator closer. The moment the silicone touched her skin, Tao Ye gasped, her whimpers in her throat changing pitch. Meng Tinglan pressed the switch. The lowest setting buzzed to life. It wasn't strong, but it was just enough to grind against her most sensitive spot. Tao Ye instantly went limp in the covers, her hips arching up and down, automatically matching the rhythm of the vibration. Even her toes curled. "Comfortable?" Meng Tinglan crouched by the bed, one hand pressing the vibrator, the other tracing upwards from her waist. She moved over the skin where the ropes had left faint red marks, over her slightly heaving abdomen, finally stopping at her chest. Through the thin nightgown, she gently squeezed. Tao Ye's pleasure brought tears streaming down her face. The gag in her mouth prevented her from forming complete whimpers, only allowing for wet, guttural sounds. Her head shook violently, but her hips arched higher, her toes curling tightly. The ropes at her groin amplified the pleasure tenfold, wave after wave crashing over her, engulfing her completely. Watching her like this, the fire in Meng Tinglan's heart ignited. She applied a little more pressure with her fingertips, pushing the vibrator further in, then changed the setting. The stronger vibration exploded instantly. Tao Ye arched her back sharply, her head thrown back, exposing her slender neck. The blue veins pulsed gently beneath her skin. A long, wet whimper rolled from her throat, tears streaming down her temples, soaking the pillowcase. Meng Tinglan leaned closer, biting her earlobe, her voice low. "You're like this on the second setting already?" As she spoke, her other hand didn't stay idle. She reached for Tao Ye's lower back and gently tickled her with her fingertips. Tao Ye was most ticklish. Normally, a touch on her waist from Meng Tinglan would send her rolling off the bed with laughter. Now, tied so tightly, unable to move, the ticklishness mixed with pleasure, instantly shooting through her entire body, every hair standing on end. She twisted her body desperately, trying to escape, but the more she twisted, the tighter the ropes became, the harder the vibrator ground against her. She couldn't even laugh, only emit broken whimpers. Tears flowed more fiercely, and a large patch of her nightgown was soaked. "What are you trying to hide from?" Meng Tinglan laughed even harder, her fingertips tracing her waist, from the hollow to her ribs, and back again. She watched as Tao Ye rolled her eyes from pleasure, yet convulsed from the tickles, her own sense of satisfaction overflowing. "Yes, this is it," Meng Tinglan nodded, a hint of undisguised anticipation in her tone. "Teacher Tao, please help me open it, and then... help me put it on." "Put... put it on?" Tao Ye's heart beat faster. She stared at the velvet box, her fingertips hovering for a long time before slowly lifting the lid. The moment the lid opened, her breath hitched. The box was lined with off-white satin, and in the center lay a delicate silver collar, about the thickness of a little finger. It was polished to a high sheen, emitting a soft glow under the warm lamplight. The inner side of the collar was engraved with extremely fine patterns – small Qingying vines intertwined with peach branches. The clasp was on the side, small and also silver. A tiny silver bell hung from the edge of the collar, covered with a transparent layer of a silencing charm. When shaken, it made no sound at all. In the corner of the box lay an uncut price tag from a shop deep within the magic item street. Tao Ye recognized the logo. The price was so exorbitant it made her gasp. She stared at the collar, unable to snap back to reality for a long time. Was this what Meng Tinglan had been hiding for half a year? It was... for her? No, Meng Tinglan said "help me put it on," so it was for Meng Tinglan herself? "Teacher Tao?" Meng Tinglan waited for a long time without a response, tilting her head slightly. "What's wrong? You don't like it? I spent a long time picking it out. The inner engraving was something I specifically asked the shopkeeper to do – Qingying entwined with peach branches, perfectly matching our birth element artifacts." "You... you hid for half a year for this?" Tao Ye's voice trembled slightly. Her fingertip lightly touched the silver surface of the collar. "It's so expensive... why didn't you say so earlier?" "If I had said earlier, there would be no surprise," Meng Tinglan smiled softly. "I originally planned to take it out when Teacher Tao first tied me up completely. Today, since... Teacher Tao tied me so well just now, of course, I have to give Teacher Tao a reward, and also a memento for myself." She paused, her tone suddenly becoming light and soft, with a hint of imperceptible nervousness. "Teacher Tao... would you be willing to help me put it on? If you put it on crooked once, you'll have to loosen the rope on your hands by one loop, okay?" Tao Ye's nose suddenly felt a little sore. She stared at the silver collar, then at the obediently bound Meng Tinglan before her, feeling an indescribable warmth in her heart. She nodded forcefully, her voice very soft, yet carrying an unprecedented firmness. "I... I'll put it on. Don't move, I... I'll try my best not to put it on crooked." She took the collar out of the box. The silver's coolness quickly absorbed her body heat, becoming warm. She knelt upright and leaned in front of Meng Tinglan. First, she reached out and gently gathered Meng Tinglan's long hair that had fallen behind her neck, moving it to her shoulders. Her fingertip accidentally brushed against Meng Tinglan's nape, the skin smooth and slightly warmer than her fingertip. Meng Tinglan's neck immediately flinched slightly, her breathing deepening. Tao Ye's fingertip paused. When Meng Tinglan stilled, she brought the collar from back to front. The moment the silver circle touched the skin of Meng Tinglan's nape, the cool sensation made Meng Tinglan shiver violently. Her back instantly tensed, her bound hands clenched into fists, and the fine Qingying vines tightened a little. "Is it... cold?" Tao Ye's voice also trembled. Her fingertips pinched the two ends of the collar, afraid to bring them closer, stopping half an inch from Meng Tinglan's neck. "Should I... warm it up before putting it on?" "No need," Meng Tinglan's voice was a little hoarse, but with a hint of a smile. "A little cold feels good. Teacher Tao, please continue, I won't move." Tao Ye bit her lower lip before slowly bringing the collar together in front. The silver circle brushed against Meng Tinglan's skin, slowly encircling her neck to the front, settling just below her Adam's apple. It was neither too tight nor too loose, allowing a finger's width of space. The silver surface made Meng Tinglan's skin appear even whiter. The blue veins on her neck pulsed gently, appearing particularly alluring against the backdrop of the silver collar. Next was to fasten the clasp on the side. Tao Ye's fingertips fumbled with the small silver clasp, trembling severely. The first attempt to align it, just as she was about to press it down, her fingertip slipped, and the clasp sprang open. The silver circle grazed Meng Tinglan's Adam's apple. Meng Tinglan swallowed hard, the sensation of her Adam's apple rolling over the silver ring light and ticklish. She let out a muffled groan, her shoulders trembling slightly. She looked at the mischievous glint in Tao Ye's eyes, at the vibrator in her hand, and suddenly felt that today's assignment was probably not going to get done. But instead of being scared, she smiled, tears in the corners of her eyes mingling with her laughter, making one's heart itch. She leaned back against the chair, spread her legs wide, and tilted her chin up at Tao Ye, saying softly, "Alright. I want to see if classmate Tao's answers are more accurate, or if my hands tremble more." Tao Ye said nothing more. She simply reached out, lifted the hem of Meng Tinglan's loose robe, turned the vibrator to the lowest setting, and slowly pressed it against her. With a low hum, a faint vibration sound echoed in the quiet cubicle, almost inaudible amidst the rustling of pages from outside. But Meng Tinglan's back instantly tensed. The lowest setting wasn't strong, but it was precisely grinding against the most sensitive spot. Through two layers of fabric, it felt like it was directly stimulating her nerve endings. Her fingertips tightened around the pen, and just as she was about to lower her head to write the first question, Tao Ye's hand suddenly moved, shifting the vibrator up half an inch, right to the intersection of the cords, the vibration traveling along the cords, striking her soft inner thigh with each pulse. "Mmm..." She couldn't help but let out a faint, high-pitched hum. As soon as it escaped, she immediately bit her lip and glared fiercely at Tao Ye. Tao Ye blinked at her with an innocent expression, but her hand moved the vibrator again, turning it to a more precise angle. "Hurry up and write, classmate Meng. If you don't pick up your pen, will you hand in a blank paper to Professor Shen tomorrow?" Meng Tinglan bit her lip, forcing herself to pull her attention back to the assignment. She stared at the first question: "Basic points of force application for the first variation of the basic rear-tie: the reverse-hand cross-tie." Normally, she could write it with her eyes closed, but today, her pen tip hovered over the paper, unable to form a single character for a long time. The vibration at her inner thigh drilled into her bones, a numb sensation creeping up from her lower abdomen to her fingertips. Her hand holding the pen trembled, and as soon as she wrote the character "十" (ten), the ink spread into a blot on the paper. "You wrote the wrong character," Tao Ye's voice was close to her ear, with a hint of amusement. "Classmate Meng, writing the first character of the first question wrong, shouldn't we increase the intensity?" Without waiting for Meng Tinglan to protest, she pressed her fingertip, and the vibrator immediately increased to the second setting. A stronger vibration exploded instantly. Meng Tinglan's waist arched up half an inch, then she immediately tensed it again, afraid of making too much noise on the chair. Her pen "啪" (pa) fell onto the desk, rolled halfway, and stopped at the edge of the assignment. She bit her lip fiercely, swallowing all sound, tears welling up and sliding down her cheeks, splashing onto the assignment and smearing a small patch of ink. "What? Can't take it already?" Tao Ye's fingertip slowly traced up her side, over her tensed back, over her trembling shoulders, finally stopping at the nape of her neck, where she gently squeezed. Meng Tinglan gasped for a long time before finally suppressing the urge. She fiercely wiped the tears from her face, picked up her pen, and stared at the assignment again, gritting her teeth, writing word by word. Every time she wrote a word, she had to pause, take two breaths, and then continue writing. Her hand trembled so badly that the characters she wrote were crooked. Tao Ye sat beside her, propping her chin and watching her write. Her hand never stopped, the vibrator remaining at the second setting. Occasionally, she would deliberately shift it slightly to the side, rubbing against the knot of the cords at her inner thigh, watching Meng Tinglan's back suddenly tense, then moving it back. She could clearly see that the hem of Meng Tinglan's loose robe had slowly begun to darken with a damp stain, growing larger and more obvious. Time ticked by, the people outside the cubicle gradually thinned out, and the sound of pages turning became sparse. Occasionally, an administrator would push a cart past, the wheels making a "咕噜咕噜" (gulu gulu) sound on the floor. Every time a sound approached, Tao Ye would deliberately increase the vibrator's setting by half a notch. When the sound moved away, she would lower it again, watching Meng Tinglan tremble uncontrollably, barely daring to breathe, her sense of satisfaction growing with each passing moment. Meng Tinglan finally finished the first page. She threw her pen onto the desk, leaned back against the chair, and gasped for air. Her chest heaved violently, her face was covered in sweat and tears, her hair was disheveled over her shoulders, looking as pathetic as could be. She turned to look at Tao Ye, her voice hoarse, with a sob, "The... the first page is done... lower the setting... please..." Tao Ye raised an eyebrow, reached for the assignment, and flipped through it. The first page had ten questions in total, with three misspelled words, written crookedly, barely legible. She deliberately frowned and shook her head. "No, classmate Meng. Three misspelled words on the first page. According to the rules, we need to increase the intensity by three levels, then decrease it by half a level. Calculated, that means increasing it by another two and a half levels." "You're lying!" Meng Tinglan panicked, about to sit up and snatch the assignment. The vibration at her inner thigh ground against her again, and she immediately slumped back, only able to glare fiercely at Tao Ye. "There were only two mistakes! You're taking revenge!" "If I say three, it's three," Tao Ye smiled gleefully, her fingertip poised to press the switch. "What? Classmate Meng has an opinion? If you have an opinion, shall we just go straight to the highest setting, alright?" Meng Tinglan instantly lost her temper. She bit her lip, looking at the mischievous glint in Tao Ye's eyes, knowing she had pushed her luck today. She could only soften her voice, reach out and tug at Tao Ye's sleeve, shaking it gently. The watery sheen in the corner of her eyes made one's heart soften. "Teacher Tao... I was wrong... please don't increase it so high, okay? I promise, the next page, not a single mistake... please..."