After the Campus Queen Delivered Herself Bound and Gagged

"Hmm... looks like there are a lot of new releases..." Lu Chen muttered, scrolling through the list and selecting titles that caught his eye for download. "Let's see... 'Bondage Commute,' that looks decent, adding to cart... 'Celebrity Visits Sex Shop: Bound and Serving Customers,' quite a novel concept, buying that too... Huh? 'Dual Queens Discipline Sissy'? Looks intense, might as well grab that one, too..." Indeed, the shady website he was browsing was dedicated entirely to bondage and restraint-themed films—the very things that piqued Lu Chen's interest. Lu Chen couldn't quite remember when his fascination began. Over the years, despite never having had any real-life experience, he was a master of the theory. If you were to strike up a conversation with him about bondage and restraint, he could talk for three days and three nights without pause. From various tying techniques to diverse methods of discipline, and every type of restraint gear imaginable—he knew the advantages of every rope and the precise pressure points for every knot by heart. He had synthesized all this knowledge from the countless films he’d watched. In truth, he had never practiced a single technique, yet Lu Chen was confident: if a beautiful woman were to stand before him right now, willing to be bound, he would restrain her with the practiced ease of a veteran, without a hint of hesitation. As Lu Chen waited for the downloads to finish, a pop-up ad suddenly appeared. It was for a construction company, which left him stunned. First, this site never had pop-ups. Second, the construction company must have been out of their minds to advertise on a site like this; it was completely incongruous. Lu Chen chuckled bitterly, searching for the close button, but after a long while, he couldn't find one. He concluded it was a malicious pop-up—had his computer caught a virus? In his frustration, he accidentally hit the "Select All" shortcut. Suddenly, the pop-up dimmed, and to his shock, his mouth fell slightly agape. The highlighted background of the ad had undergone a subtle transformation. The backdrop was a dimly lit photo of a beautiful woman. Though it was somewhat obscured, Lu Chen recognized it instantly: she was tightly bound in hemp rope. She wore only a thin, translucent veil, her graceful curves half-hidden and half-revealed beneath the fabric. The ropes crisscrossed over her body, digging deep into her delicate skin. The intense "flesh-biting" effect of the knots delivered such a visceral visual impact that Lu Chen felt his blood begin to stir, a primal reaction rising in his groin. "Hiss... so that’s why a construction company would advertise here. It was a hidden layer all along..." Lu Chen’s interest was fully piqued. He scrutinized the bound beauty on the screen. It was a stunning, classic Japanese-style rear-tie bondage, but the placement and flow of the ropes seemed peculiar. After studying it for a long moment, he concluded it was a self-bondage setup. The trajectory and sequence of ropes differ significantly between being tied by someone else and tying oneself, resulting in subtle variations that only a seasoned enthusiast would notice—but nothing escaped Lu Chen’s eyes. His attention was soon drawn to a few lines of small text: *Our company now provides in-home bondage services for all enthusiasts in the scene. Simply place an order on this page, and within an hour, a beautiful woman will arrive at your door to serve you. She is yours to discipline and bind as you please. High beauty, high quality, impeccable service. Full refund if not satisfied...* What the hell? Lu Chen froze, an overwhelming surge of excitement washing over him. He’d been single for twenty years—was he finally about to lose his virginity today? Just then, the doorbell rang, and a familiar voice called out from outside: "Hello, your food delivery is here..." "Hiss..." As the trench coat swung open, Lu Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. Beneath the coat, she wore a tight, pleated black dress that clung to her every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. But what truly stunned Lu Chen wasn't just her figure—it was the intricate web of hemp ropes crisscrossing her body, binding her into total immobility. Despite his mental preparation, Lu Chen’s heart hammered against his ribs, his breathing growing ragged. A virgin for all twenty years of his life, he had only ever seen such sights in movies. To see a living, breathing beauty bound like this right in front of him made it impossible to remain composed. His hands began to tremble, and soon his entire body followed suit. Every cell in his being seemed to be screaming in a silent, frantic frenzy of excitement. Seeing Lu Chen’s wide-eyed, bewildered expression, the beauty’s lips—tightly sealed by a piece of skin-toned adhesive tape—curved slightly, a flicker of shy amusement dancing in her eyes. She gave her shoulders a slight shrug, and the trench coat slid off, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. The ropes bit deep into her delicate skin, pressing into the fabric of her tight dress. Whoever had tied her clearly hadn't held back; every strand was pulled taut, leaving her no room to move. The visceral, flesh-biting tension of the knots hit him with an overwhelming visual impact, causing Lu Chen’s heart to skip a beat and his breath to hitch even further. Lu Chen recognized the style of the bondage immediately: a masterfully tight, rear-arm, straight-elbow bind. Her arms were pulled behind her back in a provocative, elegant "Y" shape. From top to bottom, the ropes were wound twice, then threaded and cinched through the center to create tight figure-eight loops, securing her from her upper arms all the way down to her wrists. Thick ropes cinched her ample breasts and slender waist, pinning her arms firmly against her torso. Additional ropes were threaded between her arms and body to reinforce the hold, rendering her completely immobile. Her entire upper body was fused into a single, rigid silhouette, leaving her utterly helpless. "Hiss... you... you're so... so beautiful," Lu Chen murmured, staring at the bound beauty. A faint blush crept across her exquisite face, making her look even more alluring under the soft light. "Mmph... mmph..." The beauty let out a soft, muffled moan, a mysterious glint in her eyes as if she were trying to speak. Lu Chen stepped closer, carefully peeling the tape from her lips. The tape, which looked like a skin-colored bandage, was incredibly adhesive, clinging to her soft skin without a single wrinkle. As Lu Chen peeled it back, her cheeks distorted slightly, only adding to her sensual, vulnerable charm. "Mmph... mmph..." With each soft, sultry moan, a large strip of the tape finally came away. As she opened her mouth, Lu Chen realized it was stuffed with something. Lu Chen frowned, a dark cloud passing over his face. Had she offended someone? What had she gone through before arriving here? Were they really that ruthless to their own kind? He reached out with two fingers and gently pinched the object between her lips, pulling it out bit by bit. To his surprise, it was a pair of thin, white pantyhose. But what struck him as odd was how small they were—clearly not meant for her long, slender legs, looking more like a child’s pair. A flicker of curiosity stirred deep within him. It seemed one pair wasn't enough. As he continued to clear her mouth, he pulled out two more pairs of sexy lace panties—one red, one white. Both were damp, and the contrast between their sizes was striking. "Haa..." With the obstructions finally removed, the beauty let out a long, shaky breath, her chest heaving as she steadied herself. She parted her lips, her voice soft and melodic: "Hello, my name is Su Xiqing. It’s a pleasure to be at your service..." Lu Chen felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. She’d been here for quite a while, and only now did he learn her name—though, in fairness, it wasn't as if she could have spoken earlier. Looking at the stunning Su Xiqing, Lu Chen felt a strange sense of déjà vu. The name also sounded familiar. He squinted, trying to place it, and suddenly realized: the pop-up ad he’d seen earlier—the background image had been her. *Ah, no wonder.* Su Xiqing’s lips curled into a playful smile. "Handsome, you haven't told me your name yet. I’ve already come all this way to see you—you aren't just going to stand there and stare, are you?" "Uh... oh..." Lu Chen snapped back to reality, cursing himself under his breath. She was right; the beauty was already here, and he was acting like a complete fool. Upon learning his name, a flicker of amusement danced in Su Xiqing’s eyes. She smiled, her voice dripping with a subtle, intoxicating allure. "So, Brother Lu Chen, how exactly do you intend to treat me? Would you like to untie these ropes and bind me again yourself? Any position is fine—I’m even willing to try the most challenging 'Kannon's Reverse Bind' if you’d like..." Her voice was crisp and melodious, laced with a charm so potent it felt as if thousands of ants were crawling beneath Lu Chen’s skin, leaving him itching with a restless, tingling heat. His body moved almost of its own accord, obeying her suggestion as he nodded. "Alright then. I suppose I’ll use you to practice a few different tying techniques." As Lu Chen spoke, he began to slowly unspool the ropes tightly coiled around Su Xiqing’s upper body. The hemp was soft yet resilient, sliding against his fingertips and sending waves of intense excitement through him. He had harbored a secret fascination with bondage for years, yet this was his first time ever touching the ropes in person. It was no wonder he was so flustered; any innocent young man would be, especially when faced with a breathtaking beauty like her. Soon, the ropes binding her upper body were completely undone, granting her freedom. Her arms were now mapped with a dense web of rope burns, glowing under the light with an air of exquisite, seductive vulnerability. Lu Chen’s breathing grew ragged, his blood boiling as raw, primal desire surged in his eyes, threatening to spill over. Su Xiqing let out a soft, languid moan and stretched, her graceful curves perfectly accentuated by her tight-fitting dress. Only now did Lu Chen truly appreciate how explosive her figure was. Freed from the constraints of the ropes, her heavy, firm breasts remained perfectly rounded, swaying like twin peaks against her chest, threatening to burst from the confines of her dress. The stark contrast between her ample bust and her slender, willow-like waist, paired with her long, shapely legs, left Lu Chen in awe of the creator’s handiwork. She seemed like a goddess descended from the heavens, radiating an irresistible, bewitching aura. Seeing Lu Chen’s mesmerized expression, a faint blush crept across Su Xiqing’s delicate face. Her bright eyes grew hazy, a mysterious smile playing on her lips as she took the initiative to clasp her hands behind her back. "Brother Lu Chen, come on. Since you want to try various tying techniques, let’s start with a simple Japanese-style reverse bind. Do you know how to do it?" "Uh..." Lu Chen’s face darkened, a flush of embarrassment rising to his cheeks. *Can she tell I’m a complete novice?* Seeming to sense his awkwardness, Su Xiqing chuckled. "It’s alright, Brother Lu Chen. Just give it a try. I came here today specifically to be bound by you, after all..." She was right. He had paid good money to hire a model like her for this very purpose—to experience real-life bondage. Why hesitate? He just needed to get on with it. With that thought, Lu Chen steeled himself. *To hell with it.* He couldn't let a beauty like her make a fool of him. If she went back and told her colleagues about his incompetence, he’d be a laughingstock, and he’d never be able to place another order from that pop-up ad again. Resolved, Lu Chen stopped hesitating. He gathered the ropes scattered across the sofa, only to be hit by a sudden realization. He had only two lengths of rope, and he had never imagined that a stunning woman like Su Xiqing would actually show up at his door, ready to be tied up. He hadn't prepared anything else at home. With only two ropes, how was he supposed to pull off any real bondage? It simply wasn't enough. 　　The scene before him left Lu Chen secretly amazed—had things in the industry really come to this? Judging by Su Xiqing’s performance, her acting was absolutely top-notch. That pitiful, vulnerable expression—partly resistant yet partly inviting—was executed flawlessly. There was even a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of affection in her eyes—a pure, instinctive expression of her fascination with bondage and her passion for being tied up. 　　Lu Chen said with a smile, “Don’t keep calling me ‘Brother Lu Chen.’ I’m only 20—I might not even be older than you. Maybe I should call you ‘Sister Qing’ instead…” 　　“Hmm… That’s not true. I’m 19—a year younger than Lu Chen Brother!” Su Xiqing replied softly, her eyes filled with an inexplicable glow. 　　“Ah… 19. Doesn’t that mean you’re still in school?” Lu Chen said. A sudden flash of insight crossed his mind—it felt as though he’d almost grasped something, yet had ultimately grasped nothing. With a sigh of resignation, he tugged at the hemp rope and continued tying her up. 　　“Hmm… I’ve already graduated. I just graduated this summer…” Su Xiqing murmured, turning her head slightly to look at Lu Chen. “Brother Lu Chen, do you really not remember me?” 　　“Uh…” Another flash of insight struck, and Lu Chen finally remembered. “The campus beauty—you’re Su Xiqing from my class, the campus beauty at Su University…” No wonder the name Su Xiqing had always felt so familiar to him. and where had he seen Su Xiqing’s face before? It turned out she was, just like him, a recent graduate from Binjiang University. They just hadn’t been in the same class and had only met a few times, which was why Lu Chen hadn’t been able to place her at first. “Hehe… “Brother Lu Chen, you finally remembered…” A faint smile played at the corners of Su Xiqing’s lips. “Um… You’re the campus beauty—how could you be doing this…” Lu Chen blurted out, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized they were inappropriate and immediately fell silent. 　　Su Xiqing shook her head: “Lu Chen, don’t ask. I’m doing this because I have no other choice…” Hearing Su Xiqing’s words, Lu Chen’s face fell. Surely this wasn’t that old cliché again—a gambling-addicted dad, a sick mom, a younger brother in school, and a broken-hearted girl… 　　Never mind. Su Xiqing clearly didn’t want to continue this topic, so it was best not to press her. He’d actually ended up tying up the school beauty by a twist of fate— who would have believed it? Back in school, he’d been an introverted nobody; his only connection to the school beauty, Su Xiqing, was attending a few large lectures together—they’d never even exchanged a word. Yet, who would’ve thought that fate could be so unpredictable? After they’d both graduated, they’d ended up meeting again under these circumstances. 　　Lu Chen shook his head with a smile as he took the hemp rope and looped it around Su Xiqing’s upper arm, tightly tying two loops above and below her ample breasts, then looping it around to the other side and back behind her, pulling it tight to bind Su Xiqing’s upper body into a sexy, classic Japanese-style rear-hand bondage position. 　　Thanks to Su Xiqing’s earlier reminder, this time Lu Chen didn’t hesitate at all. He pulled the hemp rope tight, digging deeply into her delicate skin and leaving her no room to move, This caused Su Xiqing’s entire body to writhe slightly twice, and the instinctive desire in the depths of her eyes began to stir slowly, as if it were about to spill over from the corners of her eyes. 　　The crisscrossing strands of hemp rope exuded an endless, unconventional beauty. Blending seamlessly with Su Xiqing’s graceful form, they seemed to have fused completely into her body, becoming her most exquisite adornment. This added an extreme allure to her, causing Lu Chen’s breathing to grow slightly ragged, The thick, hard member between his thighs was already swollen and rigid, standing tall and proud, as if it were about to explode at any moment. 　　However, Lu Chen wasn’t sure whether Su Xiqing’s in-home service was limited to bondage or if he could go further—the pop-up ad hadn’t made that clear. He couldn’t act rashly, so after securing Su Xiqing’s upper body, Lu Chen stopped. 　　Although the throbbing, swollen erection between his legs was unbearably uncomfortable, the scene before him was already a great pleasure for Lu Chen. This was the first time he’d ever completed a bondage session—a moment of great significance—and it had been quite a success. His heart was filled with a deep sense of accomplishment. 　　“Mmm…” Su Xiqing let out a series of seductive moans from deep within her throat. Sitting on the sofa, she writhed and trembled slightly, the instinctive desire in her eyes growing ever more intense. She said in a coy voice, “ ‘Brother Lu Chen, there’s still one more piece of twine—aren’t you going to continue? My legs aren’t tied up yet…’ 　　At Su Xiqing’s words, Lu Chen’s whole body shuddered. Just then, Su Xiqing unexpectedly leaned forward and lay face-down on the sofa, pressing her legs together and bending her calves upward, offering them to Lu Chen. 　　Her shapely calves peeked out from beneath the hem of her tight skirt, sheathed in a thin layer of flesh-colored pantyhose. Combined with the exquisite stiletto heels on her feet, they created a stunningly alluring scene that set the flames of desire blazing in Lu Chen’s eyes. His entire body grew hot, and without hesitation, he grabbed the last remaining piece of hemp rope, wrapping it tightly twice around her together ankles, then threading it through the center to tighten and secure it, tying a snug figure-eight knot. The familiar, intense sensation of constriction made Su Xiqing’s entire body tremble. She felt a wave of scorching heat surging within her, radiating through her veins; everywhere it touched, her body temperature spiked, as if she were on the verge of bursting into flames. "Mm... ah..." As Su Xiqing let out a series of seductive moans, Lu Chen unfurled a fresh coil of hemp rope. He wound it twice more just below her elbows, pulling it taut with brutal force, pinning her forearms together until there wasn't a sliver of space left between them. The rope snaked through the gap between her forearms, cinching and reinforcing the bind. The figure-eight loops bit deep into her delicate skin, fusing her forearms together as if they had grown into a single limb. Watching this lewd, stimulating, and breathtakingly seductive scene, Lu Chen felt a surge of immense satisfaction. He pulled the rope downward, binding her mid-forearms and her joined wrists in a tight, rhythmic sequence. Lu Chen couldn't help but reflect on the old adage: "Practice makes perfect." No matter how many films he had watched or how well he had memorized the theory of various shibari techniques, he had felt clumsy and nervous at the start. But after this complete session, he realized his movements had become visibly more fluid. He knew that with a few more attempts, he would master the craft, perhaps even becoming a true master of the art. He pulled the final length of rope tight around her wrists, securing it with a knot that forced her arms into a stunning, erotic "Y" shape behind her back. Her elbows and everything below were pressed flush together, while her upper arms were drawn inward, nearly touching. The intricate, crisscrossing patterns of the hemp rope possessed a perverse, alluring beauty. It sent a jolt of raw desire through Lu Chen; his thick, engorged cock stood rigid, pulsing with every heartbeat, veins bulging like iron. The heavy, masculine scent radiating from him made Su Xiqing’s throat go dry. An insatiable, maddening itch crawled under her skin, and deep within the cleft of her thighs, hidden beneath her tight dress, she began to dampen, her body secreting a slick, honeyed nectar she could no longer control. Lu Chen grinned and shook out another length of rope, binding her heavy, heaving breasts and her slender waist with two tight loops. He wove the rope through the gaps between her arms and torso, cinching it down to ensure she had zero room to maneuver. Her entire upper body was now a singular, immobilized monument to his control. "Mm... ah... it’s too tight... oh..." Su Xiqing’s eyes swam with primal desire and a twisted sense of pleasure. Her face was flushed a deep, ripe apple red—so vibrant it looked as if it might bleed at the slightest touch. "Hm... is it too tight? Do you want me to loosen it?" Lu Chen asked with a smirk. Su Xiqing writhed slightly, shaking her head as she murmured, "No... Brother Lu Chen, I can take it..." "Heh..." Her soft, honeyed voice echoed in Lu Chen’s heart, filling him with triumph. He took a new rope, threaded it through the bindings on her back, and pulled it taut. He led her to the iron frame, looped the rope over the top, and began to hoist her up. "Mm..." The frame stood taller than a person, just enough to leave her standing beneath it. As the rope went taut and pulled her upward, her center of gravity shifted, forcing her to rise onto her tiptoes. With most of her weight now suspended by the ropes, they bit even deeper into her soft flesh, as if they had become a permanent part of her anatomy. The overwhelming sensation of bondage forced a high, lingering moan from her lips; a thin veil of mist clouded her eyes, threatening to spill over as tears. *Clack... clack...* Su Xiqing’s feet stumbled, her body swaying and oscillating in the air. The sound of her high heels clicking against the floor echoed in Lu Chen’s mind, driving his excitement to a fever pitch. Lu Chen felt a fire raging deep within his chest, a heat so intense it threatened to consume his body and soul. He felt as though he were melting, his entire frame soft and pliant, save for the one part of him that was rock-hard: his cock, now swollen to the point of agony. He secured the rope to the frame, leaving Su Xiqing suspended and utterly helpless. All she could do was sway, her throat emitting soft, desperate whimpers. Her eyes were glazed, her mind teetering on the edge of total delirium, struggling against the void as her ability to think slipped away into the abyss of pleasure. "Mmm... Brother Lu Chen, higher... a little higher... Oh... just like that... ah..." As Su Xiqing murmured, the hemp rope was pulled steadily upward, hoisting her forearms high behind her back. They were no longer parallel across her waist, but crossed firmly in the center of her back, forming a perfect "X." With Su Xiqing actively guiding the process, Lu Chen gradually began to grasp her preferences and the limits of her endurance—a discovery that would prove vital for their future together. His heart racing, Lu Chen pulled the rope horizontally around her arms, binding her heavy, pendulous breasts with two tight, biting loops. He cinched them ruthlessly before threading the rope back to the other side, pulling her torso into a tight, erotic Japanese-style *takate-kote* bondage. "Mmm... ah... Brother Lu Chen, you tie it so well... ah..." Su Xiqing looked down at the intricate, crisscrossing patterns of rope digging deep into her tender skin through the thin layer of her stockings. Her eyes were glazed with intoxication. Though she was stripped of her freedom and rendered utterly immobile, her heart was overflowing with a sense of profound bliss, as if every coil of rope were a manifestation of Lu Chen’s surging affection, wrapping her in a suffocating, loving embrace. The intense sensation of restraint fermented into primal desire within her, sending waves of scorching heat coursing through her body, raising her temperature wherever they touched. "Mmm... ah... Brother Lu Chen... it’s so good to have you... hee hee... keep going. Can you give me a *shibari* hogtie next? Let me savor the feeling for a while, please?" Her voice was crisp and melodic, laced with an indefinable, seductive rhythm that softened Lu Chen’s heart. He nodded, shaking out a fresh length of rope. Seeing this, Su Xiqing slowly sprawled onto the sofa, pressing her long, shapely legs together, her eyes filled with a perverse, eager anticipation as she waited. The air in the living room was thick with an intimate, tender atmosphere. Both of them felt a sense of boundless satisfaction, as if they were engaged in a mundane daily chore, their movements natural, practiced, and perfectly synchronized. Sometimes, the connection between two people is inexplicable. Some spend decades together, yet remain out of sync—living in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, constantly calculating against one another. With Lu Chen and Su Xiqing, it was the exact opposite. Despite their short time together, they had instantly found a rhythmic harmony. Their bond was heating up rapidly, and while neither spoke of it explicitly, their shared, unconventional desires acted as a powerful catalyst, drawing their lonely hearts together, pulsing in unison. Lu Chen bound her ankles tightly with two loops of rope, threading it through the center to secure a firm figure-eight knot. He cinched it until there was no space left between her ankles, locking them together irrevocably. Drawing on his earlier experience, Lu Chen already had a feel for the level of tightness she craved. Without needing a prompt, he pulled the rope taut, leaving her no room to move, trapping her in a state of absolute, suffocating confinement. As Su Xiqing let out a series of melodic, alluring moans, Lu Chen worked without pause. He pulled the rope upward, binding her calves, the area above and below her knees, her mid-thighs, and the tops of her thighs with tight figure-eight knots. Her long, beautiful legs were fused together, transformed into the sleek, singular tail of a mermaid. "Mmm... ah... just like that... oh... so tight, so thrilling..." Su Xiqing murmured. The primal desire in her eyes was so intense it felt tangible, as if tears of lust were about to spill from her lashes. She was clearly on the edge of delirium, losing the ability to think. Between her delicate thighs, a faint dampness began to bloom, leaving dark, erotic stains on the thin, skin-toned stockings. Lu Chen unspooled more rope, binding her ankles before connecting them to the ropes on her back, pulling them tight, inch by inch. "Mmm... ah..." As the rope tightened, Su Xiqing’s bound legs were forced to arch backward. She let out a pair of sultry whimpers, her cheeks flushing a deep, ripe red—like a succulent apple, ready to be bitten. Under the tension of the ropes, her body was pulled into a graceful, concave arc. She lay on the soft sofa, writhing and struggling, yet utterly devoid of the strength to resist. "Brother Lu Chen, pull tighter... I can take it... mmm..." Su Xiqing urged. Lu Chen yanked the rope until the thin heels of her shoes touched her own arms. She let out a satisfied, breathy moan, "Mmm-mmm... Brother Lu Chen, that’s it... oh... so tight, so thrilling..." Watching her body fold into a near-perfect circle, Lu Chen couldn't help but gasp inwardly. He had thought he was familiar with her tastes, but he realized now that his understanding had only been a glimpse; he had barely scratched the surface. With each muffled, sultry moan from Su Xiqing, the warm water surged in again and again, flushing deep into her anal canal. It wasn't until the water flowing out from her rear was perfectly clear that the process finally came to an end. Su Xiqing sat on the toilet, her body feeling as though every bone had been drained of its strength. She was too weak to stand, letting out soft, whimpering sighs. Lu Chen chuckled, wiped her delicate opening dry with a tissue, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her slowly into the master bedroom, laying her down on the plush, oversized bed. "Mmm..." Su Xiqing sank into the soft sheets, emitting a lazy, satisfied moan. Lu Chen returned to the living room to retrieve her suitcase and several coils of hemp rope, placing them by the bedside for easy access. Lying on the bed, Su Xiqing watched his movements quietly. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of shyness, anticipation, love, and a deep, obsessive infatuation. Lu Chen first reached for the large stainless steel anal plug. Its tip was embedded with a brilliant ruby that caught the light, radiating a dazzling, mesmerizing luster—a work of exquisite beauty. Seeing the steel plug, the anxiety and resistance in Su Xiqing’s eyes had vanished, replaced by a hazy, expectant longing. She took the initiative to roll over, sprawling across the center of the bed with her legs parted slightly. "Heh..." Her delicate rear was fully exposed to the air, the folds of her anus contracting involuntarily. It looked so tender and alluring, radiating an endless, seductive charm. Lu Chen chuckled, aligned the steel plug with her opening, and with a gentle, steady force, began to push it inside. "Mmm..." The tip of the plug precisely parted the delicate folds, invading the soft, pink flesh. Su Xiqing shuddered violently, letting out a sultry, melodic moan. She felt a profound sense of fullness and distension as the steel plug forced its way in, causing her entire body to tremble and her throat to release a series of enticing, trilling whimpers. Lu Chen watched, mesmerized, as the delicate folds were stretched and smoothed by the massive plug. As it disappeared entirely, only the brilliant ruby remained, appearing as if it were set directly into the crevice of her buttocks. The contrast between the dazzling gem and her snow-white skin was intoxicatingly lewd. Lu Chen was beyond excited; his own thick, hard member was throbbing, standing erect in the air and twitching with every pulse of his blood. Su Xiqing felt her anal canal being forcefully stretched and filled. The unique pleasure of the foreign object’s intrusion caused the soft, internal folds to spasm and contract involuntarily. The friction-induced pleasure transformed into a surging, primal desire, rapidly fermenting within her, as if it were on the verge of an explosive release. A faint smile played on Lu Chen’s lips. Su Xiqing was truly a treasure; every time he explored her further, he discovered a new way to play. This constant sense of discovery and the thrill of the hunt kept him addicted, unable to pull himself away. Watching her legs kick and twitch uncontrollably, Lu Chen uncoiled a new length of hemp rope. He tied it tightly around one of her ankles, then pulled the rope to fold her leg backward, winding and binding it securely. The ropes bit deep into her skin, tightening until her lower leg was pressed firmly against her thigh, binding her in a position of total helplessness. "Mmm... mmm..." Su Xiqing was clearly on the edge of a delirious trance. She offered no resistance; it was as if these tight, restrictive bindings had become as essential to her as food or water—a necessity of life. Only through the tight, suffocating embrace of the ropes could she find a sliver of solace and security in this complex, cruel world. Lu Chen uncoiled another rope and repeated the process on her other leg, binding her long, slender limbs into a stunning, erotic "M" spread-eagle position. He left her sprawled in the center of the bed, stripped of all mobility, unable to move even an inch. Su Xiqing leaned against the doorway, quietly observing this bizarre and unconventional scene. The twins, Xie Yuting and Xie Yuhe, were identical in every way—equally exquisite and ravishing. Seeing one wielding the hemp rope while the other stood bound and submissive created a uniquely seductive tableau that made Su Xiqing’s breath hitch. A surge of uncontrollable heat seemed to rise within her, spreading through every limb. Xie Yuhe’s entire body was now crisscrossed with dense layers of hemp rope. The ropes, binding her tight against her form-fitting dress, held her in a state of absolute restraint, rendering her utterly immobile. "Mmm..." A sultry moan escaped the depths of Xie Yuhe’s throat as her body shivered and writhed in place. Xie Yuting pressed a small remote, and a thick, stainless steel pole rose from the floor. It stopped at chest height, standing upright with a cold, alluring sheen. At the top of the pole was a sturdy metal ring. Xie Yuting placed a thick cushion in front of the pole, then guided the hobbling Xie Yuhe toward it, helping her kneel onto the pad. "Mmm..." Xie Yuhe let out a melodic, whimpering moan. Kneeling beside the metal pole, she trembled, her bright eyes glazing over with a misty, intoxicating haze that threatened to spill over as tears. Xie Yuting unfurled a new length of rope, binding it tightly around Xie Yuhe’s back. She pulled the ends upward, threaded them through the ring at the top of the pole, and yanked them taut. The ropes pulled straight, forcing Xie Yuhe’s body into an upright, chest-out posture. Her back was pressed flush against the cold steel, her thighs aligned with the pole, while her shins remained knelt on the floor to the side. After securing the knots, Xie Yuting worked tirelessly, wrapping more rope around Xie Yuhe’s torso, pinning her body against the metal pole so firmly that not a fraction of an inch separated them. "Mmm... ah... Sister... you really are heartless, binding your own sister like this..." Xie Yuhe murmured, her body twitching and undulating under the suffocating tension of the ropes. Yet, her eyes betrayed a look of pure excitement and amusement; clearly, the tight, restrictive confinement didn't cause her any distress. Instead, she was sinking deeper into the intoxicating embrace of this perverse restraint. "Tch..." Xie Yuting didn't respond, merely clicking her tongue. She grabbed Xie Yuhe’s ankles and lifted them, forcing her to balance solely on her knees atop the cushion. With her calves folded tightly against the back of her thighs, the metal pole wedged perfectly between her shins, Xie Yuhe was locked into position. She was fused to the pole, unable to move, left only to shift her weight and moan softly. Xie Yuhe’s body was a tapestry of hemp rope, but Xie Yuting wasn't finished. She uncoiled more rope, winding it relentlessly around Xie Yuhe’s legs, lashing them securely to the pole behind her. The ropes bit deep, forcing Xie Yuhe’s legs into a complete fold, thighs and calves pressed together without a sliver of space between them. Bound and immobilized, the only thing she could do was tremble and writhe, emitting a series of delicate, high-pitched moans. With only her tender knees touching the cushion, and the rope pulling her upright from behind, the pressure on her joints was minimal. She felt no pain, only a primal, surging desire. Her eyes were unfocused, swimming in a sea of sensory overload, tears welling at the corners. But the meticulous bondage was far from over. Xie Yuting produced a large gag and brought it to Xie Yuhe’s lips. It was clear this wasn't Xie Yuhe’s first time being subjected to such rigorous restraint. Without a hint of surprise, she parted her lips, allowing the oversized gag to slide in and fill her mouth completely, muffling her voice into nothing more than dull, rhythmic whimpers. Xie Yuting pulled the leather straps of the gag around to the back of her head, cinching them tight, effectively stripping Xie Yuhe of the power of speech. "Mmph... mmph..." The tight binding, combined with the invasive, stretching sensation of the gag, sent waves of ecstasy through Xie Yuhe. Her body shivered under the ropes, burning with a heat that threatened to consume her soul. Xie Yuting then produced a pair of soft earplugs, gently inserting them into Xie Yuhe’s delicate ears, sealing out the world and stripping her of her hearing. "Mmph... mmph..." Xie Yuhe’s world plunged into absolute silence; it felt as if time itself had stopped. Without pause, Xie Yuting produced a black leather blindfold, pulling it tight over Xie Yuhe’s eyes, plunging her into total darkness. Now, Xie Yuhe existed in a state of absolute sensory deprivation—blind, deaf, and mute. Bound by the dense network of ropes, she was fused to the metal pole, unable to move or escape, left only to press herself against the cold steel and writhe in the silent, suffocating dark. The crimson sports car hit the road once more. This time, he wasn't in a rush, and the car moved at a leisurely pace. By the time they reached the entrance of Lu Chen’s apartment complex, it was already nearly eleven o'clock at night. After parking, Xie Yuting was about to step out when Su Xiqing called her back. A delicate flush rippled across her pretty face as she said, "Wait, Yuting. You need to tie me up again. Try your best not to let Brother Lu Chen suspect anything..." "Huh? Tell me, Captain, when exactly do you plan on coming clean to Brother Lu Chen?" Xie Yuting turned back, pulled a coil of hemp rope from the car's glove box, and shook it out with a grin. "Hmm... once I break through to the second tier, I'll tell him. Until then, I have to keep this secret. If Brother Lu Chen refuses me, I’ll lose my chance to advance to the second tier in the short term..." Su Xiqing murmured, slipping off her long trench coat as she spoke. Xie Yuting shook her head with a wry smile: "Captain, your level of composure is actually terrifying." Su Xiqing sighed, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "I want to throw caution to the wind and have a passionate, reckless romance too, you know? I’ve had my eyes on Brother Lu Chen since college. Back then, every time I saw him from afar, my heart would skip a beat. I just didn't have the courage to confess. Thankfully, it’s not too late. The first time I went to his place, I almost couldn't hold back and told him everything, but reality didn't allow it. Binjiang didn't allow it, and the grim reality of the Dragon Kingdom didn't allow it. I had no choice but to do this..." Xie Yuting nodded in understanding. "Was that the day Mengmeng delivered the goods for you? By the way, Mengmeng ran into a supernatural entity on her way back that day, though it was just an early first-tier one. She took it out easily... hehe..." "Yeah... supernatural entities are appearing more and more frequently lately. I have a feeling we don't have much time left," Su Xiqing said with a bitter smile. "So, we have to seize every moment. We can't let any opportunity slip by." "Alright... so, what kind of binding did Brother Lu Chen use on you before?" Xie Yuting asked, tilting her head as if trying hard to recall. "Uh..." Su Xiqing gave a wry smile. "A rear-hand straight-arm elbow bind." "A rear-hand straight-arm elbow bind? Are you sure? That sounds Japanese to me," Xie Yuting shook her head and tapped her forehead. "Why does this brain of mine keep forgetting things?" "Heh... you never forget the things you're actually interested in..." Su Xiqing pouted, offering a helpless, bitter smile. Perhaps it was precisely this personality and trait that allowed Xie Yuting to focus her energy, burying herself in dull, tedious code to become a rare computer genius. "Forget it, I won't think about it. If you say it was a rear-hand straight-arm elbow bind, then it's a rear-hand straight-arm elbow bind!" Xie Yuting stopped agonizing over it, grabbed the rope, and began to wind it around Su Xiqing’s hands, which were already held behind her back. The rope started at Su Xiqing’s joined wrists, wrapping tightly twice before passing through the center to cinch and reinforce the hold. It formed a tight figure-eight loop, pinning her wrists together so firmly that not a sliver of space remained; they couldn't be pulled apart by even a fraction. "Mmm... ah..." The rope tightened sharply, bringing that familiar sensation of bondage and restraint to Su Xiqing. Her entire body trembled slightly, and a seductive moan escaped from deep within her throat. She felt a surge of scorching heat rising from the depths of her soul, uncontrollably coursing through her body, raising her temperature everywhere it touched. "Hehe... Captain, does being tied up with rope always make you this excited?" Xie Yuting asked, pulling the rope taut as she moved upward, cinching a tight figure-eight loop every few inches. "Mmm... I can't control it. It’s as if... mmm... this is an instinct I was born with..." A flush spread across Su Xiqing’s delicate face, making her look as tempting and ripe as a succulent apple. "Hehe... then I’ll have to try it out another day and see if I have the same reaction," Xie Yuting said, a flicker of longing and anticipation in her eyes. Her hands never stopped, winding the rope higher and higher. Each loop was pulled tight, digging deep into Su Xiqing’s tender skin. The intense way the rope bit into her flesh created a stunning, perverse visual impact, filling the small cabin with an ambiguous, erotic atmosphere. "Mmm... ah... if you want to try, it’s simple enough. Tonight, I’ll let Brother Lu Chen tie you up..." Su Xiqing moaned, her upper body writhing as she savored the restrictive pressure of the rope and the perverse sense of satisfaction it brought. "Oh? Brother Lu Chen? Aren't you going to keep your secret anymore?" Xie Yuting teased. "Uh..." Su Xiqing’s body shuddered slightly, and she gave a wry smile. "I'll play it by ear!" The rope continued up to the base of Su Xiqing’s arms, completely restraining her hands and arms behind her back in a sexy, exquisite "Y" shape. From the elbows down, the bindings held her limbs pressed tightly together with no room to move. Even the parts above the elbows were pulled inward, seemingly on the verge of touching. Under the tension of her own arms, there was no room for movement—she was utterly immobilized. "Mmm... ah... so tight... so stimulating... ah..." Su Xiqing twisted, feeling as if her blood were boiling, surging downward and pooling between her thighs, where her delicate cleft was already beginning to dampen. "But... this is just so... so humiliating... oh..." Zhang Yunling’s delicate face was flushed a deep, burning crimson. She felt as if her very soul were trembling under the pressure of the hemp ropes. "I feel like you... you’re all just tricking me, but I have no proof... ah..." Xie Yuting steadied Zhang Yunling, guiding her to the circular post. She had her kneel, then unfurled a fresh length of rope, winding it tightly around her. Within moments, her upper body was fused to the post, bound so securely that not a fraction of space remained between them. Su Xiqing waved a hand. "Yuting, stop for a moment. Since Yunling is skeptical, blindfold her first. I’ll guide her through it myself. Once she experiences the effects firsthand, she’ll understand." "Mmm... alright, Sister Xiqing." Xie Yuting produced a black blindfold, pulling it tight over Zhang Yunling’s eyes, plunging her into absolute darkness. Deprived of her sight, Zhang Yunling’s nerves spiked instantly—an instinctive, uncontrollable reaction. Her entire body began to quiver against the biting restraint of the ropes. Just then, Su Xiqing’s voice drifted to her ears: "Clear your mind. Focus on sensing the spiritual energy..." Su Xiqing’s tone carried a hypnotic, calming power that compelled Zhang Yunling to obey. She knelt there, back pressed against the post, and began to reach out for the energy. To her amazement, this time, she felt it with effortless ease. "Here... right here..." Su Xiqing crouched beside her, her fingers tracing and pressing against various points on Zhang Yunling’s body, guiding the flow of the spiritual current. This time, the process was remarkably smooth; within moments, the energy had completed a full cycle through her body. "Ah... this... this is actually working..." Zhang Yunling murmured, her voice laced with disbelief. "This is incredible..." "How about that? The proof is right in front of you. You believe us now, don't you?" Su Xiqing pulled her hand away and clapped lightly, satisfied. "Remember the path the energy took. Practice this way from now on... and you will grow stronger and stronger." "I... I remember..." Blinded and kneeling, Zhang Yunling trembled, whispering, "Sister Yuting, please, continue. I... I want to experience what it’s like to be fully bound." The other women exchanged silent, knowing glances, their lips curling into faint, mischievous smiles. No one could remain indifferent to such tangible results. This experience was like an addictive poison; once tasted, it demanded a second time, and then countless more. Zhang Yunling had truly fallen, and in this moment, she had finally become a genuine member of the team, one of the sisters. Xie Yuting unfurled a new length of rope, folding Zhang Yunling’s slender legs and binding them tightly. Soon, like Chu Meng, she was encased in an endless web of restraints. Finally, Xie Yuting produced a large gag, forcing it deep into Zhang Yunling’s soft mouth. It wedged firmly between her delicate lips and teeth, completely stripping her of the power of speech and reducing her protests to muffled, whimpering moans. Trapped in a state of sensory deprivation—unable to see, speak, or move a muscle—Zhang Yunling suddenly found that her earlier tension had vanished. Deep within, an inexplicable sense of peace and security washed over her. It was as if she had retreated into a warm, cozy sanctuary; though she was utterly immobilized, she felt a profound, boundless sense of satisfaction. "Mmm... mmm..." Zhang Yunling let out a few melodic, muffled moans. She couldn't resist trying to enter the meditative state again, and to her surprise, it was even smoother than before. She followed the path she had learned, feeling the spiritual energy flow through her with newfound fluidity. A wave of heat surged through her body, so pleasurable that her soul seemed to vibrate. An arcane, mystical aura began to permeate the air around her. Su Xiqing watched with a satisfied nod, her eyes brimming with delight. Xie Yuting stepped in, gently inserting earplugs into Zhang Yunling’s ears, sealing her world in total silence so she could sink deeper into her cultivation, unable to pull herself away. Su Xiqing smiled. "Who else wants to stay and practice?" Chu Meng giggled. "Well, since I’m already tied up like this, I might as well join in!" Xie Yuhe nodded. "Alright then, I’ll continue." With that, Xie Yuhe retrieved a phallic gag and slowly pushed it into Chu Meng’s mouth. "Mmm... mmm..." Accompanied by Chu Meng’s muffled moans, the thick silicone shaft slid in to the hilt, plugging her mouth completely. The large ball gag locked firmly against her lips, and in quick succession, the earplugs and blindfold were applied. Chu Meng was now sealed in a state of total, absolute bondage. Soon, an arcane aura began to radiate from Chu Meng’s body as well. It was clear that she, too, had entered the state of cultivation. Lu Chen, naturally oblivious to Su Xiqing’s inner turmoil, wasted no time. After securing her wrists, he pulled the hemp rope taut and continued his work, winding it upward between her pressed-together forearms. With each rhythmic loop, he fashioned a series of tight figure-eights, spacing them precisely to ensure her arms were encased in a suffocating, restrictive cage. Inch by inch, the rope bit into her skin, stripping away any room for movement until he reached the very roots of her arms. Her hands and forearms were now pinned behind her back, locked into a posture of exquisite, helpless bondage—straight-armed, elbows pulled together, and utterly immobilized. The overwhelming sensation of being bound surged through her, transmuting into a tidal wave of primal desire and a perverse, intoxicating pleasure. It rippled through her limbs, setting her entire body ablaze. Her excitement reached a fever pitch, causing the spiritual energy within her to churn violently, threatening to break free from her control. Just then, Lu Chen pulled a black leather restraint sleeve from a large cardboard box. He held it up to her, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Look at this, Xiqing. It just arrived from the store today. Heh... want to try it on?" The black leather shimmered under the lights, casting a seductive sheen that made Su Xiqing shiver. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. She desperately wanted to refuse; the hemp rope alone had already pushed her to the brink of ecstasy, and she was barely holding on by biting her lip. If she added the leather sleeve to the mix, the constriction would become absolute, and she wasn't sure if she could maintain her composure. But could she really say no? If she refused, Lu Chen might grow suspicious. After all, she was the one who had initiated this game of bondage. If she backed out now, how would she explain it? After a moment of agonizing indecision, Su Xiqing steeled herself. She would endure it. If she truly reached her limit, she would just have to confess everything to Lu Chen. With a hazy, unfocused gaze, she nodded. Her eyes were swimming with an ocean of raw instinct and a deviant pleasure that threatened to spill over. Lu Chen chuckled. "I knew you’d love it." He stretched the leather sleeve open, stepped behind her, and slid it over her already bound hands, pulling it slowly upward. "Mmm... ah..." A soft, melodic moan escaped her lips. The sensation of the supple leather molding against her skin, layered over the biting texture of the hemp rope, sent a fresh jolt through her body. The pleasure was intoxicating, forcing her to clench her teeth to keep from losing control of her spiritual energy. She knew that if her energy began to circulate along its natural path, the phantom of the celestial maiden would manifest, and Lu Chen would surely discover her secret. If he found out, her identity as a magical girl would be exposed. And if he misunderstood her proximity to him as a mere byproduct of her need for his Yin energy, she would have no way to defend herself. *Hold on... just hold on... I can cultivate once I’m back in my room tonight,* she pleaded with herself, though she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure. Lu Chen pulled the leather sleeve all the way to her shoulders, encasing her arms completely. The soft material clung to her delicate skin like a second layer, thin yet incredibly resilient, leaving her no hope of escape. He began to tighten the drawstrings at the back of the sleeve, pulling them one by one. The leather cinched inward, compressing her arms and hands into a singular, rigid unit. Finally, he tied them off with a firm knot, sealing her hands and slender fingers within the suffocating embrace of the leather. The intense constriction transformed into a surging, chaotic desire that ravaged her body, leaving her teetering on the edge of total surrender. She dared not relax, nor could she fully succumb to the pleasure; she had to grit her teeth and fight to keep her spiritual energy from spiraling out of control. It was a blissful, agonizing torture. Lu Chen’s smile deepened. He took the leather restraint strap at the top of the sleeve, looped it over her shoulders, and pulled it taut, locking it into place. He then tightened and buckled the four remaining straps—at the base of her arms, above and below her elbows, and at her wrists. Su Xiqing’s arms were now thoroughly, irrevocably imprisoned within the black leather, rendered completely motionless.