The moment I burst into the room, I caught the school goddess in the middle of a self-inflicted bondage session. Her f

The May sunlight slanted through the classroom windows, casting dappled shadows across the desks. Chen Mo sat by the window, his gaze drifting uncontrollably toward the figure in the third row of the front column. Lin Jiayi. She was wearing a pale blue short-sleeved shirt today, revealing a sliver of porcelain-white neck at the collar. Chen Mo stared at that spot for a long time—there was a faint red mark there, so subtle it would be invisible to an untrained eye. But Chen Mo saw it. It was a friction mark. Chen Mo’s heart skipped a beat. He was all too familiar with those traces; he had pored over countless images and videos online—the imprints left by ropes biting into skin, some deep, some shallow, some forming intricate, patterned grids, others leaving singular, stark lines. The mark on Jiayi’s neck was unmistakably the result of a thin cord being pulled taut. His fingers unconsciously traced the edge of his textbook, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. Had she been tied up? By whom? Why? Was it consensual? Chen Mo and Jiayi were classmates; they had shared the same room since their freshman year, yet they had barely exchanged a dozen words. Jiayi was a quiet presence in the class—a decent student, unassuming, never involved in clubs. She was a loner, eating lunch by herself and often the last to leave the classroom after school. Chen Mo was an outsider himself. He disliked sports, didn't play video games, and his only hobby was browsing forums dedicated to the art of rope bondage. He had first encountered *shibari* in the eighth grade, stumbling upon an image on a forum: a woman bound in complex, intricate knots, her body contorted into a strange, haunting beauty. It wasn't about violence or mere pornography; it was art—an exploration of control and surrender, of trust and total submission. Ever since then, he had been obsessed. But he had never practiced it. He only watched, studied, and imagined. He knew his fascination was deviant, something he dared not reveal to a soul. He feared being branded a pervert, feared isolation, feared the judgmental stares of others. So he suppressed it, hid it, and waited. He waited for someone who could understand him, someone to explore this hidden world with. And now, he felt he had found her. Chen Mo stared at Jiayi’s back, watching the slight arch of her spine and the long hair cascading over her shoulders. She had tied her hair into a ponytail today, leaving her nape fully exposed. Chen Mo saw it again—just below her hairline, near her shoulder blades, there were even fainter marks, crisscrossing like fragments of a design. They were the marks of self-bondage. The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow. If someone else had tied her, the marks would be more symmetrical, the placement more calculated. But the traces on Jiayi were erratic, some in positions that defied logic—the telltale signs of someone struggling to bind themselves. She did it to herself. The thought made Chen Mo’s breath hitch. She was a solitary practitioner, just like him—secretive, lonely, exploring this peculiar, exquisite pleasure within the confines of her own private world. A sense of unprecedented intimacy washed over him. They were the same. They were both lonely explorers, groping through the dark, both craving understanding, both terrified of being discovered. But a sudden, overwhelming urge took hold of him. He wanted to ask her, to confirm it, to tell her that he understood, that he shared her passion, that he longed to try it with her. But how could he possibly begin? Chen Mo was overcome by a wave of intense satisfaction. He had done it—he had actually done it. He had bound her, and she loved it; she relished it, experiencing that same unique, electric thrill that he felt. "I... can I take a picture?" Chen Mo asked suddenly, immediately regretting it. "I’m sorry, I shouldn't have asked. That was too forward—" "Sure," Jiayi said. Chen Mo froze. "Y-you... what did you say?" "I said sure," Jiayi replied, her face still flushed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But you have to promise—the photos are for your eyes only. You can’t show them to anyone, and you can’t upload them anywhere." "I promise!" Chen Mo blurted out. "I swear, not a third soul will ever see them!" Jiayi nodded. "Then go ahead." Chen Mo pulled out his phone, his hands trembling. He opened the camera and aimed it at her. On the screen, the girl was captured in the center of the dim equipment room, bound by white ropes. Sunlight streamed through the small window behind her, gilding her silhouette with a halo of gold. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips slightly parted. The white cotton ropes wound around her wrists, torso, and ankles in intricate patterns. She tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, looking at the lens with a mixture of shame and anticipation. Chen Mo pressed the shutter. *Click.* "O-okay, done," he said, tucking the phone away. Jiayi looked at him and suddenly smiled. It was the first time Chen Mo had ever seen her smile—a faint, delicate expression, yet breathtakingly beautiful. "Can we..." she began, "can we do this again sometime?" Chen Mo felt as if his heart had been struck. He nodded vigorously. "Yes! Of course! Anytime! I... I’m always free!" Jiayi’s smile deepened. "Then... could you untie me first? My feet are starting to go numb." "Ah! I'm so sorry!" Chen Mo scrambled to his knees, fumbling to undo the knots around her ankles. His fingers shook, yet his movements were practiced. Soon, Jiayi’s feet were free. Then came the bindings on her torso, and finally, the knots at her wrists. As the last restraint fell away, Jiayi flexed her wrists. Faint red welts remained on her skin—the marks left by the cotton rope. She looked at the indentations, tracing them gently with her fingertips, her eyes lingering on them with a sense of attachment. "Does it hurt?" Chen Mo asked, his voice laced with concern. "No," Jiayi shook her head. "These marks... they’ll fade in a few hours. But..." She looked up, meeting his gaze. "I like seeing them. I like knowing they were there." Chen Mo understood that feeling perfectly. They were evidence, memories, the secret marks of their intimacy. "Next time..." he hesitated, "next time, we could try something more complex. If you’re willing." "I am," Jiayi said, her voice soft, yet resolute. Jiayi froze, watching as he unzipped his bag and pulled out the black gag. Her eyes widened instantly. "What... what is that?" She shrank back, her voice trembling. "It’s... it’s so much bigger than I imagined." "A gag," Chen Mo said, his tone concise. His fingers traced the surface of the black silicone sphere. "Once it’s in, you won't be able to speak. You’ll only be able to drool, to make muffled whimpers, and to... be at my mercy." As he spoke, his gaze was locked onto hers. He no longer looked like the quiet, invisible boy she knew; he looked like a wolf that had finally bared its fangs. Jiayi’s heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to burst. She wanted to run, but her legs were too weak to stand. She stared at the black sphere, then back at Chen Mo, her throat tight. "I... I’m afraid it won't fit..." "Afraid?" Chen Mo stood up, walked over to her, and loomed over her. "Who was it that said they wanted to surrender completely to me? Who said they wanted to be entirely under my control?" Jiayi bit her lip, unable to find the words. Chen Mo didn't give her a chance to hesitate. He gripped her chin, his touch firm and brooking no refusal. "Open your mouth." "Chen Mo, I..." "Open it." Stunned by the intensity in his eyes, Jiayi instinctively parted her lips. Chen Mo pressed the sphere against her lips and pushed it inside. The black mass stretched her mouth wide, crushing her tongue and occupying every inch of space meant for speech. A whimper escaped Jiayi’s throat, and tears welled up instantly—it was too large, stretching her lips until they ached, forcing her jaw to its absolute limit. "Mmmph..." She tried to speak, but only a garbled sound emerged. Chen Mo moved behind her, the leather strap clicking into place behind her head. He tightened it to the last notch, embedding the gag deep into her mouth, leaving her no room to spit it out. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Panic set in, and Jiayi reached up to claw at the straps, but Chen Mo caught her wrists. "Don't move." He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them with a rope he had prepared earlier. "Since you’re wearing it now, you don't get a choice." Tears streamed down Jiayi’s face. She regretted it; the sensation was terrifying. She couldn't speak, couldn't beg for mercy. Saliva began to pool in her mouth, and unable to swallow, she could only let it spill from the corners of her lips. Chen Mo circled back to face her, his breath hitching at the sight. Jiayi was kneeling on the sofa, hands bound behind her back, the black gag stuffed deep into her mouth, stretching her lips into a taut, unnatural shape. Tears tracked down her cheeks, but what made his blood boil was the sight of her chin—she was already drooling. Clear, thick saliva spilled uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her clothes, leaving a dark, wet stain on her chest. "So cute," Chen Mo whispered. He crouched down, caught a drop of saliva with his finger, and rubbed it between his pads. Jiayi shook her head, "mmphing" in protest, her tears flowing harder. She wanted to wipe it away, to close her mouth, to hide her degradation, but she was powerless. She could only watch as Chen Mo savored the sight of her pathetic, drooling state. "Don't cry," Chen Mo said, his fingers tracing her face to wipe away the tears, though he left the constant flow of saliva untouched. "The more you cry, the more you drool... look, it’s all over your clothes." As he spoke, his fingertips slid from her chin down to her neck, smearing the wet, sticky trail. Jiayi felt a wave of shame so intense she wanted to die. She had never been this humiliated—mouth stuffed, drooling like a tamed animal. Yet, strangely, when she looked into Chen Mo’s eyes and saw the pure admiration and desire reflected there, her shame began to twist into a bizarre, intoxicating thrill. The position forced her chest to arch forward, the cutouts of the rope harness accentuating the sharp, delicate lines of her collarbones and shoulders. After securing her arms, Chen Mo extended the ropes to the headboard, lashing them firmly to the rails. Now, Jiayi was kneeling on the bed, her upper body immobilized and pinned against the headboard. "My feet..." Jiayi whispered, "tie them too. Spread them apart." Chen Mo picked up another length of rope, binding her left ankle to the left bedpost and her right to the right. Now, Jiayi was completely trapped—kneeling on the bed, hands bound behind her back, legs forced wide open. The purple rope harness shimmered against her skin with a suggestive, illicit luster. "Done," Chen Mo stepped back, his breath hitching as he took in the sight. Jiayi knelt before him, the purple ropes cinched tight, tracing every curve from her shoulders down to her hips. With her arms pulled back and her legs splayed and anchored, she was rendered entirely exposed, utterly submissive. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed and glistening with moisture, her lips parted as she let out soft, shallow gasps. "Chen Mo..." she murmured his name, "I... I can't move..." Chen Mo stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the rope cinched around her waist. The purple cords dug deep into her skin, leaving behind angry red welts that felt feverishly hot to the touch. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "No..." Jiayi shook her head, her voice trembling, "it’s just... it feels so tight... so full..." As she spoke, she gave a slight, involuntary wiggle of her hips, the friction of the rope harness against her skin drawing a soft moan from her throat. Chen Mo chuckled, his fingers coming to a halt at her waist. "Don't move." "Hmm?" "We’re going to play a game," a glint of mischief flashed in Chen Mo’s eyes. "The rules are: you cannot laugh out loud, you cannot beg for mercy, and you cannot squirm. If you break any of these... I’ll extend your time in these ropes." "What?" Jiayi blinked, stunned. "What kind of game..." Chen Mo didn't answer; his fingers suddenly darted to her waist, tickling her. "Ah!" Jiayi shrieked, her body jerking back, but with her hands and feet lashed tight, she had nowhere to hide. "What—what are you doing..." "It’s started," Chen Mo laughed, his fingers continuing to dance across her sides. "Remember: no laughing, no begging, no squirming." "That’s impossible... ah! Hahaha..." Jiayi laughed until tears streamed down her face, her body twisting frantically within the ropes, but the more she struggled, the tighter the knots bit into her skin. "Chen Mo... Brother Mo... please... hahaha..." "Calling me Brother Mo won't help," Chen Mo’s fingers slid to her armpits, teasing the sensitive skin there. "You squirmed just now. That’s a violation. Five more minutes." "Don't..." Jiayi gasped, her chest heaving, the purple harness rubbing against her skin with every ragged breath. "I... I can't help it..." "Then you’ll just have to endure it," Chen Mo’s fingers stopped at the nape of her neck, flicking the strap of the harness. "In this position, you can only see the ceiling. You have no idea what I’m doing next. Are you scared?" Jiayi truly couldn't see. Bound and facing the ceiling, with her hands tied behind her back, she could only feel his fingers roaming over her, never knowing where they would land next. The uncertainty made every nerve in her body taut, a mixture of terror and anticipation. "What... what are you going to do..." her voice trembled. "This," Chen Mo’s fingers suddenly traced a light, teasing line along the inside of her thigh. "Are you ticklish here?" "Ah!" Jiayi screamed again, her body arching violently, but the ropes held her firmly anchored to the bed. "No... don't touch there..." Lin Xiaoyu pressed her face flat against the mat. Jiayi bound her ankles together, then—the most critical step—pulled her bound ankles and wrists toward each other, securing them with a length of rope. The rope tightened. Lin Xiaoyu’s body was forced into a severe arch. With her hands tied behind her back and her feet pulled up, her ankles and wrists met at the small of her back, locked firmly in place. Her knees were forced to bend, thighs pressed tight against her calves, leaving her abdomen suspended in the air, with only her chest and knees touching the mat. She looked like a bow pulled to its limit, or a shrimp curled in on itself. "Ah..." she let out a soft, muffled cry. The pressure on her abdomen made breathing a struggle; every inhalation was shallow, her lungs compressed, and her heart hammered against her ribs as if it were trying to burst through her throat. Yet, that sensation of being completely folded—the feeling of her body being forced into a curve, utterly unable to stretch—made her skin burn with heat. "Done..." Jiayi stepped back, surveying the sight before her. Lin Xiaoyu was trussed in a hogtie, her body arched, stripped of any power to resist. Her lingerie was distorted by the position, leaving her back entirely exposed. In the dim light, her skin glistened, and her spine formed a delicate, concave curve. Her face was buried in the mat, revealing only her flushed ears and a fine sheen of sweat. "How does it feel?" Jiayi asked, crouching down, her fingers tracing lightly along the arch of her spine. "...Tight..." Lin Xiaoyu’s voice was muffled, laced with gasps. "But... so full... the feeling of being filled... breathing... it’s a little hard..." Her voice carried a sob, not of pain, but of a certain kind of release. Her body trembled slightly within the ropes, each breath causing her abdominal muscles to ripple, making the emptiness inside her feel all the more acute. She craved more; she wanted to be filled, she wanted... "Next..." Jiayi looked toward Chen Mo. Chen Mo pulled a pink vibrating egg and a black ball gag from his bag. "What she wants," he said, "the ultimate. Fill her up, make her unable to resist, unable to speak... make her remember this feeling." Jiayi took the vibrator and looked at Lin Xiaoyu. "Do you want it?" Lin Xiaoyu nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the mat. She wanted it; she wanted it so badly that the hollowness inside her was driving her to the brink of madness. Jiayi gently pushed the vibrator inside. Lin Xiaoyu’s body stiffened violently, a sharp, brief "Ah" escaping her—the object was deeper and fuller than she had imagined. Its presence was clear and intense, filling the void within her, yet it still wasn't enough. Then, Jiayi helped her put on the gag. The black sphere was shoved into her mouth, stretching it to its limit, pressing her tongue down against her lower jaw until it couldn't move. The leather straps were pulled behind her head and buckled tight. "Mmmph..." Lin Xiaoyu’s voice changed instantly, becoming garbled and indistinct. Saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin. She couldn't swallow, couldn't close her mouth; she could only let it flow, dripping onto the mat to form a small, damp patch. Jiayi switched the vibrator to the low setting. "Mmmph!" Lin Xiaoyu’s body arched sharply, but the ropes held her fast. She could only strain to her limit, letting out a long, garbled whimper. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating, her complexion shifting from a flush to a deep, heated red. The vibration... it radiated from within, mingling with the crushing pressure of the hogtie to create a strange, shattering pleasure. She couldn't breathe, couldn't cry out, couldn't move. She could only endure, only weep, and only let the saliva spill. Jiayi sat beside her, gently stroking her arched spine, feeling the tremors of her body before slowly turning the dial higher. Medium setting. "Mmmph! Mmmph-mmph!" Lin Xiaoyu’s body spasmed violently, shaking frantically within the ropes. Her head fell back, exposing the long, taut line of her throat. Saliva ran down her chin and onto her chest, soaking through her lingerie. Her consciousness began to blur, leaving only the raw sensations of her body—the vibration inside, the pressure on her chest, the struggle for air, the trail of saliva, and that ultimate, soul-shattering craving. Jiayi’s hand traced circles on her spine before sliding down to her waist, stroking it softly. Lin Xiaoyu’s muffled whimpers grew long and drawn-out, laced with a sob. She writhed under Jiayi’s touch, but the ropes made any real movement impossible, leaving her to rub uselessly against her restraints. "Do you want more?" Jiayi asked, though she knew the girl couldn't speak. Jia-yi’s heart skipped a beat. She had secretly looked at pictures of *shibari*—the four-point hogtie—online: limbs forced together, the body arched like a fully drawn bow, the abdomen completely exposed, utterly helpless and at the mercy of another. The sheer shame and vulnerability of that position made her face flush and her heart race just thinking about it. But now, it was actually happening. "Scared?" Chen Mo’s fingers traced her arms, already reddened from the ropes, his palms cool against her skin. "…Yes," Jia-yi’s voice trembled, her throat parched. "But… I want to try. I want to be completely controlled by you like this." Chen Mo didn't say another word. He pressed gently on her shoulders, guiding her to lie flat, her face buried in the soft pillow, her legs stretched out. The room fell silent, save for the faint, rhythmic friction of rope against skin. He started at her ankles, wrapping the cotton cord with meticulous care, each loop perfectly snug. He tied a dead knot, then checked the tension with his fingers to ensure it was secure without cutting into her. Once her ankles were bound, he gripped her calves and slowly pulled them upward. Jia-yi felt her body being forcibly folded; as her ankles drew closer to her wrists—already bound behind her back—the tension made her let out an involuntary whimper. The rope finally cinched her ankles and wrists firmly together. The moment it tightened, her body was forced into a high arch, like a bow pulled to its limit. Her knees bent, thighs and calves pressed tight, her chest flattened against the bed. Only her knees and upper torso bore her weight, leaving her belly suspended and her hips thrust high, her legs forced slightly apart by the pose. An overwhelming sense of shameful exposure washed over her; she buried her face deeper into the pillow, terrified to imagine how she looked. "Does it hurt?" Chen Mo crouched down, inspecting every knot, his fingers lightly pressing into the reddened skin. "…A little," Jia-yi’s voice was muffled, thick with tears. "But I can bear it. It’s just… so humiliating…" The position was agonizingly erotic. Her body was a taut arc, breasts flattened, hips elevated, her most intimate parts completely bared to the air. Even the slightest shift caused the ropes to dig deeper into her flesh, a constant reminder that she had surrendered all control. Any struggle only made it worse—with wrists and ankles locked together, the tension only tightened her muscles further. Chen Mo stepped back, quietly admiring the sight. Jia-yi looked like a captured shrimp, arched and vulnerable, faint rope marks blooming on her pale skin. Her light pink lingerie was useless in this position, the fabric stretched thin, tracing the contours of her body. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice dropping to a low, raspy growl: "You’re beautiful." Jia-yi’s ears burned, but she couldn't speak, reduced to shallow, ragged gasps. Chen Mo picked up the pink bullet vibrator, flicking the switch. The low-frequency hum was piercingly clear in the quiet room. He used his fingers to part the edge of her panties and slowly slid it inside. As the vibrator pushed deeper, Jia-yi shuddered, her entire body locking up. "Ah… t-too deep…" "Endure it." Chen Mo pushed it all the way in, ensuring it pressed against her most sensitive spot, then picked up the black ball gag—larger than any he’d used before, its surface smooth and devoid of air holes. "Open your mouth." Jia-yi hesitated for half a second before obediently parting her lips. The gag was forced in, the sphere so large it filled her mouth completely, pinning her tongue down. He pulled the strap behind her head, tightening the buckle to the last notch, nearly warping the shape of her face. Saliva immediately began to pool and spill from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin. "Mmmph…" Jia-yi’s voice was reduced to a garbled, pathetic whimper. Chen Mo produced a wide black cloth strip, gently but firmly blindfolding her. The world plunged into darkness. With her vision stolen, her hearing muffled by the frantic thumping of her own heart, her body bound tight, her mouth stuffed, and her core continuously stimulated—it was total sensory deprivation. "I’m going out for a bit," Chen Mo whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling her lobe. "To pick up a few things for tonight. About… half an hour." Jia-yi’s body went rigid. She shook her head frantically, "Mmph! Mmph!" Saliva sprayed everywhere, and tears were already pooling beneath the blindfold—*No! Don't leave me here alone!* This position, this state, it was too terrifying! "Half an hour," Chen Mo repeated, his fingers tenderly wiping away the tears leaking from her eyes. "Stay just like this for the next half hour. Bound, stuffed, vibrating… wait for me." With that, he turned the remote to the highest setting. The hum intensified instantly, the violent vibrations driving deep into her. Jia-yi arched her back as if electrocuted, "Mmph!" Her whole body convulsed, saliva pouring out and soaking the pillow. The inescapable, intense stimulation sent her into a tailspin, but the hogtie left her unable to move, forcing her to endure the arching agony. Chen Mo stood up, his footsteps deliberately slow as he walked to the door. It opened, then closed, the lock clicking shut with a crisp, final sound. Jia-yi was left alone in the room. Time stretched into an agonizing eternity in the dark. She couldn't see the clock, couldn't hear the world outside, only the relentless, unceasing vibration within her. The vibrator whirred at its peak, every pulse making her abdominal muscles spasm. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her back, and her inner thighs, mingling with the saliva. Her tears flowed unchecked, soaking the blindfold. Shame, helplessness, and intense pleasure collided, leaving her mind a blank slate. She tried to struggle, but every twist only made the ropes bite deeper, causing the vibrator to shift and stimulate her even more cruelly. She could only emit muffled, crying sounds, her saliva flowing like a broken faucet, trailing down her neck to her chest, soaking her lingerie. Her abdomen ached from the prolonged arching, her chest felt crushed against the bed, and her hips remained thrust high, as if inviting someone who wasn't there. The first orgasm hit without warning. The accumulated stimulation erupted, and Jia-yi’s body snapped taut within the ropes, a sharp, choked-off cry muffled by the gag. Her entire frame convulsed, the rope marks digging deep into her wrists and ankles, her leg muscles twitching uncontrollably. Tears streamed, saliva dripped in long, viscous threads. But the climax didn't end; the vibrator kept going, forcing her into a series of continuous, rolling orgasms. Like a fish tossed onto the shore, she could only thrash uselessly against the ropes, unable to escape the exquisite, soul-shattering pleasure. She didn't know how long it had been—ten minutes, maybe longer—but she had completely lost herself. Her consciousness was frayed, leaving only the body’s primal reactions: trembling, weeping, whimpering. Finally, the lock clicked. Footsteps approached. "I'm back," Chen Mo’s voice held a hint of amusement as he crouched beside her. "Looks like you’ve already had quite a few, haven't you? You little brat." Jiayi and Lin Xiaoyu shuddered almost in unison. The bullet vibrators inside them dropped from high intensity to a low, steady hum. The violent, bone-shattering vibrations transformed into a gentle yet persistent drone, like a tiny bee buzzing incessantly deep within their bodies. They both let out a breath of relief, yet the lingering stimulation was impossible to ignore; their breathing hitched, their knees turned to jelly, and they felt as though they might collapse at any moment. "Now..." Chen Mo stepped closer, standing behind Jiayi. His fingers found the edge of the duct tape wrapped around her arms and slowly peeled it back. The sound of the tape tearing was piercingly loud in the quiet woods, like the ripping open of some shameful secret. Jiayi’s wrists were finally freed. As the ropes loosened, the rush of blood brought a wave of stinging, pins-and-needles numbness, as if thousands of needles were pricking her skin. She tried to flex her fingers, her arms hanging limp at her sides, but her sleeves felt empty. Having been bound behind her back for so long, her hands were unresponsive, her fingertips still trembling uncontrollably. "Numb?" Chen Mo whispered. He pressed his fingers into her wrists, kneading upward along the muscles toward her elbows. "…Numb." Jiayi’s voice was completely muffled by the gag, producing only incoherent whimpers. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, caught by the edge of her mask, leaving a wet, clinging patch against her skin. Chen Mo moved behind Lin Xiaoyu, repeating the process. As soon as her arms were free, she swayed forward, nearly face-planting before Chen Mo caught her by the waist. "Easy now," he murmured. "Move slowly. Let the blood flow back." The two girls stood in the woods, supporting each other as they worked the stiffness out of their arms. Their masks rose and fell with their ragged breathing; their eyes were glassy and dazed. Their dresses were soaked through with sweat, clinging to their backs and outlining their undergarments. A cool breeze blew, raising goosebumps across their skin. "The gag..." Jiayi whimpered, looking at him with pleading, watery eyes, begging for it to be removed. "Not yet," Chen Mo shook his head. "Put your masks back on. The wet ones." He personally helped them reapply the masks they had just removed—the fabric was already saturated with their own saliva, warm and heavy, clinging to their faces with their own intimate scent. The gags remained jammed deep in their mouths, rendering them completely mute. They could only emit muffled nasal sounds as saliva continued to pool, soaking into the fabric, making it wetter, stickier, and more humiliatingly tight against their skin. "Now..." Chen Mo pulled them both in, his arms wrapping tightly around their waists, his fingers pinching their sides. "We’re going for a walk. Just three ordinary people... try to walk naturally. Don't keep your legs too close together. Let the vibrators... rub against you properly." Jiayi and Xiaoyu exchanged a look, seeing a mix of terror, tension, and an irrepressible anticipation in each other’s eyes. They took a deep breath, stepped out of the woods, and onto the main path of the park. The park was quiet in the early evening, save for a few stray joggers, a young mother pushing a stroller, and an elderly man taking a stroll. The setting sun bathed the ground in gold, and the breeze carried the chill of the lake, yet the two girls were drenched in sweat, their foreheads and necks beaded with moisture. Jiayi’s legs shook with every step. The vibrators hummed at a low frequency, and every movement caused them to grind against her sensitive flesh. Her instinct was to squeeze her thighs together, but a sharp pinch from Chen Mo’s hand on her waist reminded her to keep them apart. She forced herself to walk with her legs slightly splayed—a gait so awkward and shameful that it caused the vibrators to roll and shift inside, intensifying the friction with every stride. Their masks rose and fell rapidly, the damp fabric catching the sunset with a suspicious, glistening sheen. "Mmm..." She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, immediately biting down on the gag to swallow the sound, her heart hammering as if it might burst. "Quiet," Chen Mo whispered against her ear, his lips brushing the mask. "Someone’s coming." A jogger passed by, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. Jiayi instantly lowered her head, her long hair shielding half her face, her hands clutching her skirt until her knuckles turned white. Her walk was stiff and unnatural, her knees slightly bent as if she were enduring something unbearable. The man glanced twice and kept running, but Jiayi’s back was already soaked through, cold sweat mixing with the heat. "Relax..." Chen Mo murmured, his fingers tracing circles on her waist. "Don't tense your shoulders... be natural. You’re just two ordinary girls out for a walk..." But as they reached the lakeside, things took a turn. "Jiayi?" The familiar voice made Jiayi’s blood run cold. She turned stiffly to see their class monitor, Wang Hao, standing by the lake with a bottle of water, clearly out for a breather after class. He was in his school uniform, his eyes darting between the two girls. "Is it really you? Why are you wearing masks? Catch a cold?" Wang Hao stepped closer, his brow furrowing. Jiayi couldn't speak, her mouth stuffed full by the gag; she could only whimper and nod frantically. Her mask was unevenly soaked, the edges glistening, the fabric plastered against her face. "Your voice sounds so raspy. If you're sick, you should go home and rest," Wang Hao said, looking at Xiaoyu. "Xiaoyu, you're wearing a mask too? Did you both catch the same bug?" Xiaoyu could only nod, letting out a muffled sound, her fingers digging into Chen Mo’s shirt until her nails nearly pierced the fabric. Her legs trembled even harder, the vibrator buzzing inside her, and she felt as though she might collapse. "Are you... three together?" Wang Hao’s gaze landed on Chen Mo’s hand around their waists, his expression clearly suspicious. The posture was too intimate, and the way the girls walked was so strange—knees knocking together then splaying apart, as if they were in extreme discomfort. "Yeah," Chen Mo said calmly, his fingers kneading their waists to signal them to relax. "They’re not feeling well. I’m just helping them walk a bit before I take them home." "Oh... well, get home soon, don't catch a chill. We have class tomorrow." Wang Hao glanced at Jiayi again, his eyes lingering on her wet mask for a second longer, seemingly sensing something was off, but he didn't press further. He waved and jogged away. Once the footsteps faded, Jiayi’s legs gave out, and she nearly crumpled to the ground before Chen Mo caught her. She was shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, only to be absorbed by the masks. She had been terrified—what if he had realized what was under the masks? What if he had discovered the vibrators, or the fact that they were being held captive? "It's okay..." Chen Mo whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes. "He didn't notice... he just thought it was odd... let's go." He led them off the main path and deep into a secluded thicket. It was overgrown with bushes and featured a fallen, moss-covered log, rough and cold to the touch. Chen Mo had them sit on the log, then peeled off their masks, revealing their mouths, stretched wide by the gags and overflowing with saliva. Both girls had drool glistening at the corners of their mouths, tears still streaming down their faces. Their cheeks were flushed like overripe fruit, their hair disheveled, and their dresses clung to their bodies, revealing every curve. "Now..." Chen Mo pulled the remote from his pocket, waving it before them, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. "High intensity... until you both climax." Once her arms were secured, he had her turn around, pushing her back against the rough bark of the willow tree. The rope passed under her armpits, crossed over her chest, and was pulled taut, anchored firmly to the trunk behind her. "My waist..." Jiayi whispered, "Could you... could you pull the rope tighter around my waist?" Chen Mo glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure." He wrapped the rope around her waist twice more, pulling it with such force that her entire upper body was pressed flush against the tree, rendering her completely immobile. Then, he crouched down to bind her legs. "Spread them," he commanded. "Get on your knees, and spread your legs." Jiayi slowly sank into the fallen leaves, her knees digging into the soft earth. She parted her legs inch by inch, her skirt riding up to reveal the expanse of her thighs. Chen Mo tied each of her ankles to the roots on either side, forcing her to maintain a wide, vulnerable stance. "There," he said, stepping back to survey his handiwork. Jiayi knelt beneath the willow, hands bound behind her back, legs splayed wide, her white skirt bunched at her waist. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes darting away, unable to meet his gaze. Chen Mo produced the mouth gag and stepped toward her. "Open up," he said softly. "Let me put this in." Jiayi hesitated for two seconds before slowly parting her lips. The metal frame slid in, pressing against her teeth. He adjusted the size, stretching her mouth to its limit, forcing her jaws apart and leaving her tongue fully exposed. "Mmmph..." Jiayi tried to speak, but only a muffled, incoherent sound escaped. Saliva immediately began to pool at the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin; she couldn't even swallow if she wanted to. "You look beautiful like this," Chen Mo said, wiping the drool from her chin with his finger. "Mouth wide open, unable to close, just dripping..." He pulled a pink vibrator from his bag. "Something for down there, too," he said. "Everything needs to be filled today." Jiayi squeezed her eyes shut, and tears spilled out instantly. She felt his hand slide under her skirt, guiding the device inside before flicking the switch. "Mmph!" She shuddered violently, her body straining against the ropes in a desperate, futile attempt to struggle. The vibrator hummed deep inside her, the relentless stimulation turning her limbs to jelly. She could only emit soft, nasal whimpers as more saliva spilled from her lips. Chen Mo stood up, unzipped his trousers, and stepped in front of her. "Look at me," he said, lifting her chin. "I'm going to put this in your mouth." Forced to tilt her head back, her mouth held wide by the gag, she had no way to close it or retreat. Chen Mo brought himself to her lips, teasing her tongue with the tip of his length. "Lick it," he commanded. "Use your tongue." Jiayi tried to comply, but the gag made her movements clumsy, allowing only fleeting, awkward contact. Saliva poured out, running down her chin and soaking into her chest, turning her white dress translucent. "So wet..." Chen Mo murmured, then stepped forward and pushed inside. Because her mouth was propped open, she couldn't tighten her lips; she could only passively endure the rhythmic thrusts, the friction against her tongue and palate, the deep pressure against her throat. "Mmph..." Tears streamed down Jiayi’s face—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of her shame. She had no control over her mouth, her drool, or the rhythm of his intrusion; she was nothing more than a vessel being used. Chen Mo held her head steady, his pace quickening. Every deep thrust hit the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex, yet she couldn't retch; she could only emit muffled, broken sobs, her face a mess of tears and saliva. Meanwhile, the vibrator inside her continued its low, steady hum, driving her to the brink of madness with an itch she couldn't scratch, bound as she was. "Do you want to come?" Chen Mo’s voice was hoarse, his pace unrelenting. "Nod if you want it." Jiayi nodded frantically, tears flying from her eyes. He grabbed the remote and turned the intensity up a notch. "Mmph! Mmmph-mmph!" Her body went rigid, but the ropes held her firmly against the tree, leaving her to tremble and weep. The vibration intensified, the stimulation doubling, and her consciousness began to fray, leaving only the sensation of the invasion in her mouth and the torment within her. Chen Mo accelerated, thrusting deeper and faster. He pushed the device to its highest setting, driving deep into her throat. Jiayi spasmed violently, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. She convulsed against the ropes, her throat contracting involuntarily, tears streaming as saliva sprayed from her lips. She couldn't scream, only let out a long, drawn-out whimper. A surge of warmth flooded the back of her throat; she was forced to swallow, but it was too much, and the excess spilled from the corners of her mouth. Only after Chen Mo shuddered to his own release did he slowly withdraw, his fingers fumbling to undo the gag. As soon as the frame was removed, Jiayi broke into a violent coughing fit, saliva and residue spilling out. She gasped for air, sobbing, her body still shivering in the afterglow of her climax. Chen Mo knelt, quickly untying the ropes and pulling her into his arms. She was limp as water, drenched in sweat, her face a ruin of tears and drool, still twitching slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his fingers gently wiping the mess from her face. Jiayi couldn't speak; she only nodded, burying her face in his chest and breathing heavily. After a long while, she whispered in a voice raspy beyond recognition: "Next time... do it again..." Chen Mo chuckled, pulling her tighter. "Fine. Next time, we'll do it again." The sun was setting, the reeds rustling in the wind. Occasionally, people walking in the distance passed by, but no one discovered what had transpired behind the willow tree. Jiayi leaned into his embrace, her fingers tracing aimless circles on his chest. Suddenly, she whispered very softly, "...Next time, I want to watch you be the one tied up... and I want to do this to you." Chen Mo looked at her flushed ears and smiled. "Deal. Next time, I'll let you tie me up."