The novice kidnapper’s hands trembled, his grip on the ropes betraying a frantic, amateurish anxiety. He had expected

Yang Feng, a wealthy heir whose parents had passed away, was the sole survivor of his family. His parents had spent their entire lives building an empire, leaving him with hundreds of millions in liquid assets, not to mention several office buildings and prime real estate in school districts. The rental income alone was enough to sustain his extravagant lifestyle. With his parents gone early and no pestering relatives to deal with, Yang Feng had retreated into a life of reclusive indulgence after graduating from university. He had been a shut-in for years, and now, at twenty-five, he found the prospect of "striving" for anything utterly meaningless. He simply couldn't be bothered. Yet, he had his own dark cravings. Lacking nothing in life, he had turned to seeking thrills. He had a deep-seated obsession with BDSM, though he had never acted on it—until now. He had set his sights on a high school girl. She was a senior, eighteen years old, but her naturally petite frame and baby face gave her the appearance of a quintessential loli. Naturally, she possessed that rare, coveted combination of a youthful face and a voluptuous figure. She looked no older than twelve or thirteen, a sight that made countless men drool and women burn with envy. Yang Feng had been stalking her for three months, Looking down at the girl who had just passed out in his arms, Yang Feng pulled out the rope he’d prepared. He’d never actually used it on a person before, and now that he was finally putting his hands on her, he realized all his theoretical knowledge was completely useless. He had rehearsed this countless times in his head, but the moment he tried to put it into practice, he found himself utterly clueless. It was a classic case of the brain knowing what to do while the hands remained hopelessly incompetent. "This... damn it, how the hell do you tie this thing?" After clumsily wrapping the rope around her a few times, Yang Feng was still at a loss. He had no idea how to secure her. "Hey, mister, are you kidding me? Is this your first time kidnapping someone? You’re pathetic! You don't even know how to tie a knot!" Just as Yang Feng was struggling with the tangled mess of rope, Feng Keke suddenly snapped her eyes open and launched into a tirade. "What the—? Wait, how are you awake?!" Yang Feng was stunned. What the hell was going on? "Surprised? It’s your first time being a kidnapper, isn't it? You were hiding well enough, sure, but do you ever look at the sun? The angle shifted, and your shadow gave you away. I’m not blind, you know." "And that ether on your rag? When did you even put it on there? It’s bone-dry. Dry! It’s completely useless. I was holding my breath on purpose, but I didn't even need to. And honestly, the most intolerable part is that you’re a kidnapper who doesn't even know how to tie a knot! What the hell is this pathetic wrapping supposed to accomplish?" Yang Feng stood there, dumbfounded, while Feng Keke rattled on, making him wish the ground would just swallow him whole. "I..." Yang Feng felt suffocated. He knew he was a novice, but this was just insulting. And what was up with this little girl? He was the kidnapper, for God’s sake! Shouldn't she be running away instead of sitting up and lecturing him? "You what? You didn't even use your brain for this. Listen up: don't just wrap the upper body like that. Start with the wrists, pull them behind her back, and use a shorter piece of rope. Wrap it twice, add a vertical hitch in the middle—that’ll guarantee she can’t break free. This backpack is yours, right? Let me see... yeah, it’s full of rope. This one will do!" With that, Feng Keke snatched the backpack from Yang Feng, rummaged through it, and pulled out a shorter length of rope. "You... you’re going too far! I’m the kidnapper here! Have a little respect for my profession!" Finally, that was all Yang Feng could manage to choke out. It was too humiliating; he was a kidnapper, even if he was a total amateur. "Respect? You’re just a typical shut-in who couldn't control his own pathetic urges, aren't you? You’ve been stalking me for months. Your stealth skills are absolute garbage. You should spend less time jerking off and more time watching detective movies—you’ve rotted your brain away!" Feng Keke didn't seem to care at all, dropping bombshells that left Yang Feng reeling. She had known he was watching her? Did that mean he was already exposed? In that split second, Yang Feng considered bolting. If he ran now, maybe he could get away before things got worse. He had already planned his escape route. "Wait, where do you think you're going? Don't even think about running. I’ll tell you right now: I took photos of you while you were stalking me. If I report you, the security cameras around here will have you on tape, too. You aren't going anywhere." The little girl held up her phone. Yang Feng clearly saw the photos of himself skulking around—they were high-definition, and even from a distance, it was unmistakably him. As she swiped through the gallery, he realized there were dozens of them. This was his death warrant. "You... give me that phone!" Yang Feng was losing his mind, desperate to snatch the device from her hands. "It’s useless to grab it. I’ve backed these up in several places. If you don't want me to report you, you’d better start doing exactly what I say." "What kind of heart? Pity, of course. Just look at you—you can’t even tie a decent knot, yet you have the nerve to call yourself a kidnapper. I’m just pitying you. Consider this a little charity for someone as pathetic as you..." Feng Keke said with a sneer, rattling off a string of insults that sent Yang Feng’s blood boiling. The lingering doubts he’d just formed were instantly incinerated by his rage. "Damn it! How dare you look down on me? I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of!" Yang Feng spat out the threat, and then... nothing. He stood there, completely bewildered. His rhythm was shattered. His original plan had been to drug the girl, stuff her into the trunk, and drive off. But now, between the little brat’s mockery and her taking control of the pace, he was utterly lost. "I told you you were incompetent, and you didn't believe me. You didn't even prepare properly, did you? Fine, I’ll give you a lesson today. Do you have a trench coat?" Feng Keke seized the momentum again. Yang Feng nodded blankly; he had a coat in the car intended for his own disguise—he’d planned to change his appearance after snatching her. "Good. Get to the car first!" The little girl, completely unfazed by her hands being bound behind her back, darted toward Yang Feng’s vehicle. "What are you just standing there for? Get over here!" Seeing Yang Feng still dazed, she barked an impatient command. Snapping back to reality, he hurried to the car—a beat-up second-hand van he’d bought specifically for this one-off job. By the time he reached it, the girl had already used her bound hands to pry the door open. "Alright, now use the rope to tie my knees together. Hurry up!" The girl climbed into the seat and issued her next order. Yang Feng, past the point of questioning, grabbed the rope and bound her knees just as he had her wrists. "See? With your knees tied like this, I can still walk, but I definitely can’t run. Now, drape your coat over me!" After she was bound, Feng Keke hopped out and took a few steps. Yang Feng noticed that while her movement was bizarre—forced into a hobbling, mincing gait—her speed was indeed restricted by at least eighty percent. He quickly grabbed the coat and draped it over her. Since it was his, it hung all the way to her calves on her small, petite frame, completely concealing the ropes. "Now, put me in the passenger seat and buckle me in. Drive wherever you were planning to take me!" Feng Keke realized she couldn't climb into the seat with her knees bound, so she left it to him. "Wait, what exactly are you doing? I’m the kidnapper here!" Yang Feng protested, finally regaining his senses. "I know perfectly well you're the kidnapper. Now do as I say, or I’ll leak the evidence I have, and you can look forward to rotting in a prison cell, Uncle!" Feng Keke’s words were a death grip on his jugular. With no other choice, he complied. He lifted the little girl into the passenger seat, buckled her in, and climbed into the driver’s seat. "Are you really going to keep that mask on? You look like a terrorist. You want to get caught?" Yang Feng was just about to start the engine. He’d planned to take her to a hotel he’d already booked—a high-end place with strict privacy. He’d originally intended to transport her in a suitcase, but that was clearly off the table now. He’d decided against taking her to his own home; he was smart enough not to expose his own address. Hearing her jab, he realized she was right. Keeping the mask on was pointless, especially since she’d already seen his face. He ripped it off. "Hm? Not bad. You look better than you did in the photos," Feng Keke remarked, offering a rare compliment upon seeing his face. "Of course I look good. But you shouldn't call me 'Uncle.' I’m only a few years older than you. You should call me 'Brother'." Yang Feng insisted that the age gap wasn't that wide. "Not a chance. A year older is still older, and you haven't even shaved. 'Uncle' it is. Now, hurry up and drive. Where are we going?" Feng Keke had no intention of calling him 'Brother.' "To a hotel, obviously. I’ve already booked a room for two weeks. I was originally going to stuff you in a suitcase to get you there!" "Wow, you’ve actually prepared so many outfits for women! I never took you for such a pervert!" Feng Keke scurried over to the wardrobe, her face practically pressed against the glass as her eyes lit up at the sight of the clothes inside. She didn’t have the luxury of Yang Feng’s resources at home, and since she was usually stuck in a school uniform, she rarely had the chance to wear such adorable, stylized pieces. The wardrobe was a treasure trove: cute Lolita dresses, elaborate cosplay costumes—all custom-tailored by Yang Feng to fit Keke’s petite, doll-like frame perfectly. "I’m not half as twisted as you are. And yes, these were all prepared for you." Yang Feng rolled his eyes. Who was the real pervert here? This little brat had practically begged him to kidnap her, even coaching him on how to tie her up. If anyone was a deviant, it was definitely this girl. "Then hurry up and untie me! I want to change!" Keke glanced at the wardrobe, then back at her own drab, ugly school uniform, suddenly feeling a wave of irritation. "Fine, fine." Yang Feng couldn't be bothered to argue. Truth be told, he was dying to see how stunning she’d look in these outfits—anything had to be better than that school uniform. He quickly undid the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, only to be shoved out of the room by the impatient girl. The hotel suite was spacious, featuring several smaller rooms, so Yang Feng simply shrugged and turned on the television in the living area. He couldn't keep up with her antics, so he decided to just wait it out. About fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open. Yang Feng turned around and was met "You useless old bastard, you’re truly pathetic. To think I’d have to handle this myself—but since you’ve been decent to me these past few days, I’ll spare you the mockery. We’re using these today!" With that, the little lolita grabbed a bundle of items from the side and tossed them in front of Yang Feng. "These are... zip ties? You had this planned all along, didn't you, brat? But are you sure about this? I’ve heard they can bite into the skin pretty painfully." Yang Feng asked, looking skeptical. "Of course. I’ve been dying to try these, but it’s always been a bit inconvenient to do it alone." Feng Keke didn't see it as an issue. She’d had her eye on these since before she lost her virginity, but she’d waited until today. "Alright then. But just so you know, you’ll need scissors or something similar to get these off, or you’re going to be stuck in them for good." Yang Feng didn't refuse; he simply followed the girl’s instructions and began binding her. The girl "You bastard, you're such a coward! Hurry up, I'm not even scared, what are you so afraid of?" the loli snapped, clearly annoyed. "Of course you're not scared! If we get caught, you can just pin the blame on me, while I’m the one who ends up in prison!" Yang Feng was on the verge of losing his mind; he couldn't fathom how this girl could be so utterly deranged. "Relax. I already gave you my first time, didn't I? I won't let you go to jail. Besides, nobody here knows us, so it’s not like we’re guaranteed to get caught. And even if we are, can't we just put on masks?" The loli waved off his concerns as if they were nothing. "And think about it—I’ve made such a sacrifice to go shopping with you like this. Doesn't that get you excited?" Seeing him hesitate, she threw more fuel on the fire, leaving Yang Feng completely speechless. "You win. But listen to me: no acting out. And actually, since we're playing this game, do you want to put something inside the mask?" Yang Feng asked with a malicious glint in his eye, quickly producing a small, round ball. "Hmm? That's not a gag. Why are you holding a ball?" The loli looked at the object in his hand, puzzled. "Finally, something you don't know," Yang Feng chuckled. "Your hair is in twin tails; a mask and your hair won't cover the back of your head, and any straps would be spotted instantly. If you hold this in your mouth, the mask will keep it from falling out. You won't be able to spit it out in front of everyone, won't you? It’s essentially an alternative kind of gag." A flicker of curiosity crossed the loli's face. "That actually sounds pretty good. I never took you for someone who could come up with something so clever, you bastard!" She understood the mechanics perfectly. While she could technically spit it out at any moment, doing so in public would cause it to tumble out from beneath the mask, exposing her secret. She was forced to keep it held firmly in place. The thrill of having a gag that lacked straps—one she *could* remove but *dared not*—felt incredibly stimulating. Finally, the ball was pushed into her mouth. They both pulled on their masks, and Yang Feng draped a long coat over her shoulders before they headed out. Because her knees were bound together, her gait was slow and awkward. Yang Feng had stuffed long, thin balloons into the sleeves of the coat and tucked them into the pockets, masking the fact that she was a restrained little girl underneath. Now, she looked like a standard loli wearing a mask, wrapped in a coat that revealed just a hint of her ornate Lolita dress. It was fortunate that the weather had turned cold recently, making such an outfit seem perfectly normal; otherwise, they surely would have been discovered. "Let's go, my little nightmare." Yang Feng patted her shoulder. The loli could only manage a muffled grunt in response. She couldn't speak properly—even a forced attempt might cause the ball to pop out—so she was limited to simple, nasal sounds. The two of them quickly stepped into the elevator. Yang Feng quickly assembled the bicycle. It wasn’t a complex mechanism, so he put it together for now, planning to take the girl out for a test run once she saw how it worked. After about an hour of effort, the assembly was complete. That was when the girl noticed the peculiar details. "Is this... transparent plastic?" She noticed the handlebars and pedals were fitted with clear, synthetic components, while the saddle was hollowed out, revealing a massive dildo protruding from within. "It’s plastic, sure, but it’s a high-tech composite. Don't let the appearance fool you; it’s as durable as steel chain-link and practically indestructible, even against a blade." "As you can see, it’s compact. Once you place your hands on the grips, the wrist cuffs lock directly into the chains. Without the key, there’s no getting out." "The pedals work the same way. They’re synchronized with the mechanism beneath the seat. Once you’re mounted, every rotation of the pedals drives the dildo upward. The intensity? That depends entirely on how fast you pedal." "Want to give it a try?" Yang Feng asked with a grin. The girl’s face lit up with surprise. She’d seen plenty of pedal-driven devices in videos, but nothing like this—most were just modified seats, not integrated restraint systems. Given how common decorative wrist and ankle bands were these days, she realized she could just wear a few accessories and lock the chains to them; at a glance, no one would ever suspect she was tethered. "I didn't think a bastard uncle like you could come up with something this brilliant. Hurry up, let me try!" Unable to contain her excitement, she climbed onto the bike. Yang Feng didn't hesitate, securing the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Dressed in a skimpy school uniform, she looked incredibly alluring. The cuffs were custom-made, designed to look like flashy, ornamental jewelry, completely masking their true function as restraints. He clicked the transparent, high-strength chains into place and secured them with tiny locks. Because the locks were so small, they retracted into the cuffs, making it impossible to tell