I have the ability to summon beautiful women from the two-dimensional world.

When Nan Gong Xuan turned the person over and saw her face, he was instantly stunned—it was the King of the Fate universe! This super goddess, whom he had fantasized about countless times, was now standing right in front of him. “I can’t believe the first shot actually sent the King my way, but I’d better tie her up first!” Glancing at the King, who lay unconscious on the ground, Nan Gong Xuan noticed that a special floating text appeared above her head whenever he looked at her. [Artoria Pendragon: 0] The first part was her name, and the number following it represented her affinity level. Once that number reached 100, the process would be complete, and he could initiate a second summoning. After clearly noting the number, Nangong Xuan lashed the rope in his hand around the King’s body. After all, she was a battle-hardened veteran. Even though she had little strength left and her Noble Phantasm was unusable, he still had to proceed with caution. Her combat experience was far beyond his own. The outfit Artoria was wearing now wasn’t battle armor, but a neon dress. From this appearance, Nan Gong Xuan could almost certainly determine that she must have come from a specific time period during the Fifth Holy Grail War. However, this actually worked in Nangong Xuan’s favor; otherwise, he would have had to figure out how to remove a full set of battle armor, but now things were much simpler. He looped the rope he’d carefully prepared around her neck, then wrapped it around her arms, binding Artoria’s hands tightly behind her back in a cross-arm restraint—her hands were pulled so tightly that they were almost touching her neck. Artoria’s flexibility surprised Nangong Xuan. Since the rope was connected to her neck, he had tied a slipknot to secure it—but because Artoria was still unconscious, her arms wouldn’t put any pressure on her neck for the time being. However, if the slipknot were to come undone and she struggled violently, it would pull on the rope around her neck, causing suffocation. He believed this would be particularly effective given His Majesty’s condition, serving as a highly effective means of controlling her movements. After securing the basic restraints, Nangong Xuan continued to wrap ropes around Artoria. He added so many ropes that she was practically transformed into a web of cords. Binding her legs was much simpler; he wrapped the rope around her from the base of her thighs to her ankles in about five loops, making it virtually impossible for her to spread her legs. Moreover, Nangong Xuan employed a rather devious binding technique. He threaded a rope through Artoria’s crotch, attaching one end to the rope around her chest and the other to her hands. This forced her into a bent-over position. This way, as soon as Artoria woke up, any struggle on her part would cause the slipknot connecting her hands to her neck to come undone; pulling her hands downward would lead to suffocation, and if she tried to stand up straight, the rope between her legs would tighten immediately. Nangong Xuan hadn’t touched her clothes; at that moment, Artoria looked just like a schoolgirl from the neon-lit past. Then Nangong Xuan took out a red gag ball and stuffed it into Artoria’s small mouth, tightening the leather strap’s buckle firmly to ensure she couldn’t spit it out. He had already checked with the system earlier: no matter which world she came from, her language would be standardized once she arrived in this world. He decided that until her affection level rose, he would absolutely not untie her—except when feeding her—otherwise he’d likely get chewed out. Nangong Xuan didn’t put a blindfold on her—there was no need. With such beautiful eyes, even though they could convey her thoughts, there was no reason to cover them. After completing the restraints, Nangong Xuan carried Artoria to the bed in the villa and fastened a collar around her delicate neck, securing the other end with a chain to the headboard to ensure she couldn’t stray more than three meters from the bed. There was nothing within that three-meter radius, and the rope was specially made—extremely sturdy. Given her current physical condition, which was no different from that of an ordinary girl, there was absolutely no way she could break free. [Artoria Pendragon: 10] After completing this series of actions, Nan Gong Xuan noticed that her affection level had jumped by ten points. If things continued at this rate, he estimated he could raise her affection level to one hundred in ten days. Of course, after consulting the system, he was given a reality check: the base affection score for the first time binding anyone is always 10. To increase the affection score further, he would need to engage in more binding and training—only then would the affection score continue to rise. So this time, he wasn’t sure if this binding session would even reach 10 points of affinity, but he didn’t mind. Even if he gained just one point a day, he’d reach 100 in a little over three months—it wasn’t a problem. Seeing that she was still unconscious, Nan Gong Xuan went off to make other plans. He didn’t know when she would wake up, but the room was filled with high-tech cameras, so he’d be able to monitor the situation on his phone once she did. About an hour after he left, Artoria, lying on the bed, shifted slightly and opened her eyes, still very groggy. “Hmm?” Upon opening her eyes, Artoria instinctively tried to sit up, but her hands were tightly bound behind her back, and she was lying on her side. she strained against the ropes, snapping the knot open. Instantly, the tension from the ropes on her hands pulled taut on the rope around her neck, and a suffocating sensation washed over her, snapping Artoria back to full consciousness. The moment she came to, she realized the humiliating situation she was in—she was bound head to toe with ropes, and she could clearly feel a very uncomfortable rope running across her crotch. The slightest movement would cause it to rub and tighten against her most private areas. This made her completely afraid to move. She also discovered that something had been tightly stuffed into her mouth, forcing her small lips apart and preventing her from closing them. Instinctively, Artoria tried to unleash her magical power to break free from these restraints, but she suddenly realized that while the magic within her still existed, she was completely unable to summon even the slightest bit of it—as if it had solidified. She could sense her Noble Phantasm, but she simply couldn’t use it. This was something Artoria couldn’t accept at first; her movements grew more violent, causing the rope around her neck to tighten once more. At the same time, the rope below instantly tightened, cutting into her flesh, and an unimaginable sensation of stimulation surged through her brain. "Mmph! Mmph-mmph... (This rope... who on earth has such a twisted sense of humor, to bind me so cruelly in such a place!)" Artoria caught a glimpse of the ropes constricting her body, and combined with the raw, intrusive sensations, she quickly grasped the reality of her predicament. The realization left her mortified. Though she had never experienced the intimacies of lovers, she was far from ignorant of what these bindings implied. The pressure against her most sensitive area was agonizingly humiliating. To make matters worse, her wrists were bound tightly behind her back, a position that pulled taut the rope encircling her neck. Her legs were lashed together with layer upon layer of coarse cord, leaving her sprawled on her side in an unfamiliar room. She struggled to piece together how she had ended up here. She had been in the midst of the Fifth Holy Grail War, a conflict she had all but resigned herself to losing. Her Master was a mere amateur, incapable of providing even the most basic magical sustenance; she had been crippled from the start. What hope was there to fight? She had been drowning in despair, only to wake up in this strange place, trussed up in such a shameful, submissive posture. *Clink.* Once she understood the configuration of her restraints, Artoria attempted to sit up. She moved with calculated precision, trying to avoid any tension on the ropes—a task that would have been trivial for her under normal circumstances. But the moment she rose, the sharp sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the room. It was then she noticed the chain, anchored to the headboard, trailing from the collar around her neck. "Mmph-mmph... (A chain? Damn it all, what do they take me for?)" Artoria’s eyes flared with indignation. Her magic was sealed, and as if being bound like this wasn't enough, they had chained her to the bed like a common animal. She knew full well that no beast could compare to her, yet here she was, reduced to nothing more than a helpless woman. Scanning the room, she decided to test the length of the chain, hoping to find a way to break free. She began to shimmy toward the edge of the bed, but no matter how careful she was, the movement inevitably tugged at the ropes. Her upper body couldn't remain perfectly still, and the friction of the rope against her sensitive core sent a jolt of heat through her. Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson. She fought to suppress the wave of unwanted sensation, gritting her teeth. By the time she reached the edge of the bed, she was panting, her face a mask of scarlet. The constant rubbing of the rope had left her limbs feeling weak and trembling. After a moment to steady herself, she prepared for the final step: sliding off the mattress. Though her ankles were bound tightly, she was a seasoned warrior. Even with her physical prowess suppressed to that of an ordinary human, her control over her body remained impeccable. She shifted her weight and dropped to the floor, her feet landing firmly. But she had forgotten that she could not stand fully upright. As she straightened, the rope snapped taut, digging deep into her flesh. This was the most severe tug yet. Even through the fabric of her skirt and panties, the cord bit cruelly into her. The previous stimulation had already left her raw, and this fresh, sharp pressure was nearly unbearable. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor. Even as she lay there, the rope remained embedded in her, held fast by the way her hands were lashed behind her back, leaving her no way to reach down and adjust the bindings. Artoria lay on the floor, gasping for air, her face flushed with shame. The ball gag in her mouth restricted her breathing, forcing her to rely on her nose, and the device was beginning to take its toll. With the gag in place, she couldn't control her saliva. It began to pool and trickle down from the corners of her mouth, a final, humiliating detail that made her want to disappear. "Mmph-mmph... (Don't let me find out who did this. I will never forgive you!)" She could only offer silent, desperate threats. But the gag robbed her of her voice, leaving her to emit only soft, alluring whimpers. After a moment, she twisted her body until she was kneeling on the floor, forced to keep her head bowed and her torso hunched to prevent the ropes from pulling against her again. Keeping her upper body as still as possible, she pushed off with her feet, forcing herself to stand. Her control was precise, but she couldn't avoid the sharp friction of the rope between her thighs. This time, however, she managed to find her balance. She looked ahead and began to shuffle forward, hunched over. She quickly realized, however, that her pace was agonizingly slow. With her ankles bound so tightly that there wasn't a hair's breadth of space between them, the rope was wedged firmly in place, impossible to dislodge without external help. It was a maddening realization. Finding that walking was nearly impossible, she resorted to a new method: hopping. But the moment she took a hop, the rope began its assault again. It was impossible to jump without her torso swaying, and every movement tugged at the sensitive cord. The sensation was overwhelming, forcing her to limit each hop to less than twenty centimeters. The distance to the door was three meters. It would take her dozens of hops. With each movement, the friction became more intense, and as she took another leap, the chain attached to her collar reached its limit. The chain, pulled taut, was far too heavy for her current, weakened state to drag. She lost her balance, and panic set in. In her desperation, she forgot all about the ropes. She jerked her body, causing her wrists to pull against the collar, while simultaneously driving the rope between her legs deeper into her sensitive flesh. "Listen carefully. I’m taking the gag out now, but remember—don’t you dare scream. If you do, you’ll be wasting your only chance to speak." Nangong Xuan said, pulling the gag from Artoria’s mouth. "You... who exactly are you? Where is this? Why have you tied me up?" Once the gag was removed, Artoria worked her jaw, her voice sharp with a series of demands. But as she caught the cold glint in Nangong Xuan’s eyes, she remembered his warning, and her volume gradually tapered off. "My name is Nangong Xuan. As for your questions, I’d like to ask you the same. This is my home. You appeared out of thin air in my backyard—just manifested there, out of nowhere. I couldn't just leave you be, but I have no idea who you are, so I restrained you. I won’t let you go until I’m certain you aren’t a threat." Nangong Xuan feigned ignorance. Since this was the time for deception, he played the part of the confused, cautious homeowner perfectly. "I am Artoria Pendragon, the King of Britain. I don’t know why I’m here either, but I can guarantee I mean you no harm. Can you release me now?" Artoria blurted out her identity without hesitation. Nangong Xuan was momentarily speechless; the girl was terrifyingly naive. It was no wonder that in the Fate lore, she was betrayed by her own subordinates—the claim that she "didn't understand the human heart" was clearly accurate. She was almost entirely ignorant of anything outside of warfare and governance. She hadn't just blindly believed his story; she had revealed her true identity in a world where the concept of the Holy Grail War didn't even exist. "Miss, do you have any idea what you’re saying? First of all, let me educate you: the historical King Arthur was a man. Understand? And that was ages ago." "Should I take this as you trying to pull a fast one on me, or are you just mentally unstable?" Nangong Xuan chuckled, though he kept his expression stern. Artoria fell silent, suddenly realizing the absurdity of her situation. How could anyone who wasn't a participant in the Grail War possibly believe her? "I..." Artoria was dazed, her mind spiraling into confusion. "Looks like even you realize how ridiculous you sound. You’ve wasted your chance. You’d better spend this time thinking it over, because I’m not letting you go until I’m satisfied." Nangong Xuan reached out, gripped her chin, and shoved the gag back into her mouth. With only the physical strength of an ordinary human and her limbs bound, Artoria was powerless to resist him. As long as she remained tied, he had nothing to fear. This charade was a calculated experiment—a test of her affinity. By framing his actions as a reluctant necessity rather than malice, he was observing how her favorability fluctuated. He knew her character well enough to know this approach would work on her, even if it would backfire on anyone else. After all, this was a woman who had been cheated on by her own wife and Lancelot, only to feel guilty herself and forgive them both. If she could forgive that, she truly didn't understand the human heart. As he monitored the internal feedback, Nangong Xuan noticed a shift. Her affinity had actually increased. [Artoria Pendragon: 16] "A few words and it’s already up. It seems this approach works—affinity can be raised through means other than just physical bondage." With the experiment a success, Nangong Xuan prepared for the next phase. Two hours later, he returned to the room, pushing a wheelchair. "Time to eat. But to prevent any... complications, you’re going to take a little nap." Without waiting for a reaction, he administered a sedative. With her ordinary human constitution, it took effect instantly. Once she was unconscious, he stripped away the ropes and the collar. He pulled back her clothes and produced three specialized devices he’d purchased with his system points. They were similar to standard toys, but with higher intensity settings and an integrated electric shock function. They featured bio-adhesive surfaces, allowing them to cling to her skin without the need for tape or straps. Being wireless and powered by the subject's own bio-energy, they were essentially infinite in duration. He attached two to her breasts and inserted the third into her core. Once they were in place, Nangong Xuan fought back his own rising heat, straightened her clothes, and lifted her into the wheelchair. The chair had been modified with various locking mechanisms. He pulled her legs together, secured them with cuffs, and locked them tight. Her hands were cuffed in front of her with a rigid, chainless restraint, and her waist was cinched to the backrest. She was completely immobilized, save for the limited movement of her hands. At this point, the affinity between Artoria and Nangong Xuan had grown significantly; they were now effectively friends, which is why Artoria didn't offer much resistance. "I will prove to you that I am completely harmless!" Artoria found Nangong Xuan to be quite agreeable now. After all, as her favorability increased, her attitude naturally shifted. She had come to fully understand his methods—it could only be said that the girl was far too naive. "That's good to hear!" Nangong Xuan nodded, then produced a pair of leg shackles. The chain between them was only thirty centimeters long, forcing her to take tiny, shuffling steps, making it nearly impossible for her to even lift her legs. He followed this with knee restraints, locking both sets of shackles onto her. As for her hands, Nangong Xuan first cuffed her elbows behind her back. It must be said, Artoria’s flexibility was truly remarkable to allow for such a position. Once her elbows were secured, he unlocked the cuffs on her wrists, only to re-fasten them behind her back. Throughout the process, although she had a limited range of motion, Artoria didn't struggle, simply allowing him to bind her small hands. Now, Artoria was adorned with four sets of restraints: elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. Though she was effectively incapacitated, she was at least free to move about. Nangong Xuan watched as she began to adapt to the tiny, shuffling steps, her hands rendered useless behind her back. "By the way, Nangong—I can call you that, right? You mentioned before that there were other restrictions. Where are they?" Artoria asked, looking puzzled. Nangong Xuan smiled at the way she addressed him; the fact that she used his given name proved she no longer held any hostility toward him. "Just a few little toys. Since you're so curious, I'll turn them on." With that, Nangong Xuan activated the three small devices. He didn't set them to a high intensity, but the vibrations immediately assaulted the three most sensitive points on her body, causing Artoria’s frame to stiffen. She could feel the changes taking hold within her. She instinctively wanted to reach down to investigate what was happening, but with her hands and feet bound, she was helpless. "Nangong... what... what is this?" Artoria’s face was flushed a deep, vibrant red. The presence of the devices at those intimate spots made it clear what he had done to her body, leaving her overcome with shyness, though her affinity for him remained unshaken. "It’s a necessary measure. Aside from your limbs being restricted, you should find it quite hard to move now, right? It proves that these things are quite effective," Nangong Xuan said with a chuckle. "I... I know... but... oh, never mind!" Artoria had intended to voice her protest, but her thin skin prevented her from speaking her mind. Furthermore, she found that while the vibrations were restrictive, they were also strangely pleasurable. As the King of Knights, she had never experienced such feminine sensations, which was exactly why she was becoming so enthralled by them. She knew nothing of these things, possessing only the natural reserve of a young girl, and thus lacked the context to understand what was happening to her. She realized she was truly powerless, capable of nothing more than shuffling her feet—yet, for now, that was enough to satisfy her. At least she could walk, couldn't she? Nangong Xuan led her to her room—the same one as before—though now she was granted "limited freedom." "This room is yours. There’s a television over there if you want to watch it, and if you need anything, just press the button to call me. I have some business to attend to. Of course, it would be best if you didn't leave this villa; otherwise, don't blame me for what happens," Nangong Xuan said. Artoria nodded. She didn't want to say anything more; she only wanted to sit down, as her legs were beginning to feel weak. Nangong Xuan left shortly after, and Artoria collapsed onto the sofa in the luxurious room. Everything she needed was there. Although her hands were cuffed behind her back, she could still manage to reach for things, albeit with great difficulty. By now, she was already beginning to lose herself in the sensation. Once outside, Nangong Xuan kept a close eye on her through a surveillance app on his phone. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he pulled out a remote control. He had spiked the refreshments Artoria consumed earlier. It wasn't anything dangerous, just a simple aphrodisiac, and it was bound to take effect soon. With a malicious sense of amusement, Nangong Xuan cranked the intensity of the three toys to a higher setting. Artoria, who had been holding the remote, shuddered violently, causing it to slip from her grasp. She could only press her knees together, struggling to endure the sudden, intense vibrations. The drug kicked in, and Artoria’s mouth parted, letting out a series of soft, seductive moans. At this stage in her life, Hinata had matured in every way she needed to. Although she still came across as a soft and cute girl, Nangong Xuan knew exactly how she’d behaved after marrying Naruto—she’d been moving closer and closer to Kushina without restraint. However, given Hinata’s personality, she was indeed well-suited to be a pet, so Nan Gong Xuan led Artoria into a room. This room would be Hinata’s future room, and Nan Gong Xuan quickly summoned a set of leather gear he had custom-made earlier. “Lia, change her clothes—this outfit isn’t suitable for carrying all that stuff!” Nangong Xuan said as he went to prepare his tools, while Artoria helped Hinata change. The outfit was simple: a short kimono in cherry blossom pink, with the skirt hem reaching only to the middle of her thighs. Chihaya looked even cuter in this outfit. Afterward, Nangong Xuan got to work, applying the tools he’d prepared to Chihaya’s body. Since he intended to treat her like a pet, she had to look the part—which is why he’d prepared a dog-style leather restraint set. Before long, he had secured all four of Hinata’s limbs with the leather restraints, and straps were woven all over her body, forming a network of leather bands. As a result, Hinata could only touch the ground with her knees and elbows. Since Hinata was currently unable to use her strength, Nangong Xuan took some protective measures to ensure that at least her knees and elbows wouldn’t get injured, padding them with soft materials. As for the rest of Hinata’s body, he didn’t place anything else on her for the time being; instead, he stuffed a cover-style gag into her small mouth, which almost completely covered the lower half of her face. It was an open-top design with a removable cover; when the cover was closed, the lower half of Hinata’s face had absolutely no freedom of movement—a feature intended to facilitate feeding. Until her training was complete, Nangong Xuan had no intention of communicating much with Hinata; once the training was finished, that would be the end of it. After securing this part of the restraints, Nangong Xuan covered Hinata’s eyes with a blindfold. Although she had Byakugan, she couldn’t use them right now—he wouldn’t allow her to use any powers until her affection level reached its maximum. He then placed a pair of cat-ear headpieces on Hinata and stopped there; as for the other items, he’d deal with them once her affection level had risen a bit more. He’d also found a loophole. Although her affection level might drop, she didn’t know who he was. As long as he kept her eyes covered and prevented her from seeing that it was Nangong Xuan training her, everything would be fine. This would create a situation where her affection could only go up and never down—how convenient. However, the training still had to be done step by step; you can’t rush things. After finishing the restraints, Nangong Xuan dragged out a very small dog cage, placed it on the bed, and put the fully restrained Hinata right inside. He also fastened a collar around Hinata’s neck, securing the chain to the cage. This way, when Hinata woke up inside the cage, she’d be virtually unable to move. For those with Byakugan who can’t see anything—even with their eyes intact—this is probably a first in history. “To lock this young lady up in such a tiny cage—you really are heartless!” Altoya couldn’t help but cast a pitying glance at Hinata, who was placed inside the cage. “Heartless? I’ve got even more heartless things in store—I’m sure you’ll love them!” Nangong Xuan suddenly flashed a mischievous grin. “Eek!” The moment Artoria saw that smile, she knew nothing good was going to happen, but before she could even react, she found her hands tied behind her back once again, leaving her bound. “Xuan, could you at least give me a heads-up before you tie me up?” Artoria shot Nangong Xuan a seductive roll of the eyes, causing his erection to surge once more. “Of course not—that would ruin the surprise. Do you have anything else to say? I’m about to take away the use of that tempting little mouth of yours!” Nangong Xuan asked with a mischievous smile, but Artoria simply shook her head. The very next second, a red gag appeared in her mouth, and then she was lifted up in a princess carry by Nangong Xuan and carried into her bedroom. What happened next goes without saying—they made love. About two hours later, Artoria lay sprawled on the bed, her entire body bound, while Nangong Xuan lay beside her. He took out his phone; as expected, Hinata should be waking up soon. He was quite curious to see what Hinata’s first reaction would be upon waking up. Her affection rating had already increased by a base ten points when he finished restraining her, and it would continue to rise gradually from there. However, with Artoria as a precedent, he naturally had some experience under his belt. It probably wouldn’t take long to win over Hinata, especially since her personality was still on the delicate side at this stage—conquering her wouldn’t be too difficult. This personality was much easier to mold than Pepper’s, and at that moment, Hinata’s body twitched on the monitor—it seemed she was beginning to wake up. "My little pet, you're awake. I trust you can feel the nature of your restraints by now? From today on, you are my little pet. Now, come out and take a walk!" With those words, Nangong Xuan unlatched the cage door. He grabbed the chain tethering Hinata and held it firmly in his hand, leading her as if she were nothing more than a household animal. Hinata was stunned. She had assumed he kidnapped her for her Kekkei Genkai, but the realization that he intended to treat her like a pet left her mind completely blank. The tugging sensation at her neck forced her out of the cage. Almost immediately, she felt a pair of large, heavy hands on her body, hoisting her onto the cold, hard floor. The hands lingered, taking liberties with her form. Hinata was naturally shy—a trait that wasn't reserved solely for Naruto—and now, her face was burning so intensely it felt as if steam might rise from her head. Even with most of her face obscured, the deep, visible crimson spreading across her skin was unmistakable. "What? Still shy? This is going to be your daily routine from now on. Come now, let's get you accustomed to walking like a pet!" Nangong Xuan gave the chain a sharp tug. Having already figured out how to balance, Hinata was forced to support herself on her elbows and knees. She could feel the protective padding he’d strapped to her joints to prevent injury. She resisted the pull of the chain, but she was utterly powerless—a soft, delicate girl with no strength left to fight back. If she didn't rise, her heavy, soft breasts would drag directly against the floor, a sensation that sent jolts of stimulation through her. With no other choice, she forced herself up. Seeing Hinata rise just like a pet, Nangong Xuan felt a surge of satisfaction. He noted that her figure was truly exquisite; her usual conservative clothing had hidden so much. Now, bound and exposed, her curves were on full display—the swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, a perfect, submissive silhouette. Under Nangong Xuan’s guidance, Hinata began to crawl on all fours. The shame was overwhelming. Though her eyes were covered and she couldn't see herself, the mere sensation of her posture was enough to make her want to die of embarrassment. At first, she struggled with her balance—she was human, after all, and moving like a cat or dog felt unnatural. But as a ninja, her body control was excellent, and she adapted quickly. For a fleeting second, she wondered if she had some twisted talent for being a pet, a thought she immediately tried to purge from her mind. "Mmmph... mmmph... (Is this a hallway?)" Soon, she felt herself pass through a doorway into a long corridor. She tried to map the environment in her mind, but without her chakra or Byakugan, she could only form a vague, distorted sense of her surroundings. "Oh, you must be hungry. Come, let me take you to eat." Nangong Xuan led her into the dining room. Per his instructions, the maids had prepared a bowl of milk, which sat waiting on the floor. He reached down and unlatched the cover over Hinata’s mouth—not removing the gag itself, but simply opening the gate. "Good. As a pet, you have no right to use your hands or feet to eat. There is a bowl of milk before you; you will lap it up. And I suggest you hurry—I don't have all day to wait for you." As the cover clicked open, saliva began to pool in Hinata’s mouth. She was already mortified, but hearing his command caused her mind to crash once more. He wanted her to lap up milk like an animal? Was this really how he saw her? Panic set in. If this was to be her life forever, she would rather be dead. It was too much. She could only pray for her father or her village to come and rescue her. Hinata began to struggle, her body writhing in protest. Nangong Xuan only smiled; her reaction was exactly as he had expected. It was her first time being treated as a pet, after all. Though the gate on her gag was open, she still couldn't speak clearly, as the steel ring forced her mouth wide. She could only emit broken, muffled sounds. Nangong Xuan didn't care. "It seems you aren't hungry. Don't blame me, then. By the way, I’m sure you’ve seen how a pet dog relieves itself? Everything about you is the same as a dog now, so that is how you will handle your business as well." Nangong Xuan pushed further, shattering her mental defenses. Hinata’s shame reached a breaking point. She thrashed against the restraints, her only form of protest, but it was futile. He snapped the gate of the gag shut again. Hinata tried to push it open with her tongue, but it was useless. Eventually, she went limp. She refused to accept this—she wouldn't surrender her dignity to live like a beast. Nangong Xuan wasn't in a hurry. Once her affection for him grew, she would fall into line. If not, he would simply force her to eat. But for now, Hinata continued to resist. Living like a pet was a special kind of torture. Yet, she had no power to stop it—especially when it came to her bodily functions. She couldn't hold it forever, and he knew that the longer she held it, the more devastating her eventual surrender would be. It was only a matter of time. To be honest, she really was desperate to use the restroom, but that wasn't her fault—and she simply couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. However, Artoria simply tugged on the chain, dragging her toward the bathroom. "You... can you please let me go? Wouldn't it be better if we escaped together? Don't you want your freedom?" Looking at the restraints on Artoria’s own body, she could see how difficult it was for the woman to lead her; her movements were far from fluid, hindered by the heavy chains binding her limbs. "Little sister, don't waste your breath trying to convince me. Let me tell you something important: the keys to your restraints, and the keys to these chains on me, are things I can never get my hands on." "If there’s no key, how are you supposed to run? Do you expect me to drag you along like this? We wouldn't make it a hundred meters before being dragged back!" Artoria wasn't lying. The control over her own equipment rested entirely with Nangong Xuan; she had no authority to manipulate her own bindings. As for Hinata’s, while they weren't controlled by thought like her own, the keys were still in Nangong Xuan's possession. Would she betray him? Of course not. So, naturally, the keys were beyond her reach. Soon, the two arrived at the restroom, one after the other. Artoria simply reached out and yanked Hinata’s panties aside, leaving them hanging, and then ignored them entirely. Hinata was left completely bewildered. "You... what are you doing?" Hinata couldn't help but ask. She had assumed the woman might temporarily unlock her restraints, but this? Having her panties pulled aside like that made her so mortified she nearly fainted. Even if the other person was a woman, this was too much—everyone had a sense of shame. "I told you, I don't have the keys to your restraints. The cuffs on your hands and feet are locked tight. The only key I have is for the gag in your mouth, so being able to let you speak is the absolute limit." "As for your need to relieve yourself, I am following the Master's orders. He said you are a pet, so you must behave like one. You’ve seen how a dog urinates, haven't you? Start now. Someone will come to clean it up later." Artoria felt a sudden, twisted sense of satisfaction. After being broken and trained for so long, it was quite refreshing to be the one doing the training for a change. She decided that any newcomers who arrived in the future could be left to her to break in; the prospect seemed quite appealing. "This... how can you do this? I’ll say it again, I am not a pet!" Hinata’s head felt like it was steaming with shame, her face flushed a deep, burning red. Even if she was being treated like a pet, she wasn't actually one. "You have no other choice now. As you can see, I only have one hand free, but that’s more than enough to help you finish. You’d best not force me to take action myself," Artoria warned. But Hinata refused to speak, holding it in. She didn't want to lose her dignity like this. Seeing this, Artoria knew she had no choice but to intervene. She reached her right hand down between Hinata’s legs and began to rub firmly. Hinata, already at her breaking point, couldn't hold back any longer at the touch. A stream of holy water instantly burst forth. At that moment, Hinata lost all control, forced to submit to the other woman’s whims. Eventually, Hinata was led out of the restroom, looking as if her soul had left her body. She seemed completely broken, and her panties had been tossed aside by Artoria. Since they were easily removable, Hinata was now completely exposed underneath. Combined with her short kimono, she felt a cold draft every time she moved. "You... at least let me put my panties back on!" Perhaps she had finally accepted her fate, but as she regained some of her senses, Hinata couldn't help but plead. The situation was too humiliating; being left completely bare, she could clearly feel herself exposed with every step. As the princess of the Hyuga clan, she had never been insulted like this. "Your panties got wet, so they’ll stay off for now. Let’s go get something to eat; you must be hungry. I’ll give you a piece of advice: if you still harbor thoughts of escaping this place, you’d better keep your strength up. Otherwise, forget about escaping—you won't even survive the training that’s coming next." "You can take your chances if you want. I’m done wasting my breath on you. Your speaking privileges are revoked until dinner, so use this time to think things over. After that, Lia will assign you your tasks." Without giving Kurumi a chance to retort, Nangong Xuan shoved a gag into her mouth. Naturally, she tried to resist, but stripped of her power, she was helpless. Nangong Xuan simply pinched her delicate nose shut, and as she gasped for air, her mouth fell open in a reflexive struggle. The gag slid in with ease, instantly silencing her. It was locked firmly in place, ensuring that even with her hands bound in front of her, Kurumi had no way to remove it. "Remember what I said. You’d better have your mind made up by dinner. You know as well as I do that this is your only chance to eliminate the First Spirit and erase all your regrets. Lia, she’s yours now." With that, Nangong Xuan handed Kurumi over to Artoria. He unchained Artoria’s right hand and passed her a whip—a clear signal of how she was expected to handle the disobedient Kurumi. "Your first task: scrub the entire ground floor." Nangong Xuan locked a collar around Kurumi’s neck and handed the leash to Artoria, signaling her to lead the way. Despite Kurumi’s frantic resistance, she was powerless. Even as a Spirit, her physical strength was nothing compared to Artoria, who had fully integrated the power of a Heroic Spirit. One was a powerhouse capable of wielding immense strength, while the other was a sealed, weakened captive. Kurumi was dragged away, forced to follow wherever Artoria led. Once they reached the utility room, Artoria released the leash and tossed a broom at Kurumi’s feet. Kurumi was stunned. "Mmph! Mmmph-mmph! (Even if you’re making me work, at least take these restraints off!)" Kurumi struggled indignantly, her muffled cries conveying her outrage. Though the words were unintelligible, Artoria understood her perfectly. "Don't even think about it. Your status here isn't just that of a simple maid. You saw for yourself—we aren't short on maids. You are a slave-maid. Remember that: slave first, maid second." "I’m in a similar position, though I’m a slave-knight. You can see the restraints on me, too. But there’s a difference; my status here is second only to Xuan." "Even though I’m bound, I outrank the other maids and can command them as I please. You, however, are at the very bottom of the hierarchy unless you submit to Xuan completely." "As for Hinata—the girl you saw bound like a pet earlier—she’s a slave-pet, but she still outranks the maids, just like me." "You’d better make your choice soon, or life here is going to be very difficult for you." Artoria left her to work, but Kurumi had never known such humiliation. She had been a pampered darling in her past life, and even after becoming a Spirit, she was never one to be trifled with. Now, trussed up like a parcel and treated as a slave beneath even the common maids, her pride flared. She refused to comply, dropping the broom onto the floor. She was Kurumi Tokisaki. She wouldn't be broken so easily. Even without her powers, even bound, she refused to be anyone's servant. "It seems you’ve chosen the hard path. Don't blame me for what happens next." Artoria shook her head and unfurled the whip. It was a specialized tool, designed to inflict searing pain without leaving lasting marks—unless, of course, the wielder used excessive force or the victim resisted too much. Artoria had no patience left for talk. "Mmmph! (You’re actually going to whip me!)" Kurumi’s eyes widened in shock. Was this really happening? Before she could even finish her muffled protest, the whip descended. *Crack!* If I’m going to resist, I might as well enjoy it. Kuang San wasn’t exactly a novice, and let’s not forget that the country she’d traveled to was a superpower in the art of rope bondage. Although she hadn’t experienced much of it herself, she knew quite a bit about it. At that moment, Kuang San recalled a story she’d read before, in which a woman was also bound and trained, but she ended up changing her perspective. Since resistance was futile, she might as well learn to enjoy the sensation. She remembered that at the end of the story, the woman even turned the tables and gave her trainer a thorough lesson of her own—so now Kuang San was trying to shift her own mindset. Perhaps Kuang San harbored a hidden submissive streak deep within her as well. Under her own deliberate exploration, she suddenly felt it wasn’t so unbearable after all. After nearly an hour of continuous whipping, Kuang San was left with nothing but a few tattered rags clinging to her body; at this moment, she was practically completely exposed. Moreover, under the influence of the whip and other instruments, Kuang San had reached climax more than once. Gradually, she began to feel that this sensation wasn’t so bad after all—though it was a bit grueling, the final feeling was truly wonderful. Seeing that Kuang San had been whipped rather mercilessly, the two stopped. They then had the maids lower her to the ground and reapply her restraints. Since it was almost dinnertime, there was no need for Kuang San to do anything else. The group went so far as to slip a single glove onto Kuang San’s hand and fasten a pair of shackles to her ankles—shackles attached to an iron ball of moderate size. This made Kuang San roll her eyes in exasperation. What was she now—a prisoner? Moreover, the tattered rags covering her body made Kuang San blush with indignation; after all, she was already completely exposed. Rather than keeping these shreds of fabric on, it would be better to just take them off entirely. And so, Kuang San—now practically naked and bound—was led by Artoria into the dining room. Since they were establishing distinctions of status, they naturally had to do it properly. The table where Nan Gong Xuan sat was a very formal, large round table, while the other maids were seated at smaller tables—one tier lower. Kuang San’s, however, was different: it was set up right on the floor. Of course, the same applied to Hinata—though, in fact, this was Hinata’s own request. This was because Hinata considered herself a little pet; and as a little pet, she naturally couldn’t dine with her master—she should eat on the floor, and without using her hands. So when Hinata ate, she would have Nan Gong Xuan bring her back in her restraints, and then she would eat using only her mouth. Sometimes, Nan Gong Xuan would also hold Hinata in his arms to feed her, but Hinata’s situation was entirely different from Kuang San’s. Although Hinata was also restrained on the floor while eating, her meal was incredibly varied, whereas Kuang San had nothing but a plate of fried rice, with a small bowl of water beside it. “You bastard, I’ll definitely kill you!” As soon as her gag was removed, Kuang San immediately burst out cursing—after all, her temperament wasn’t the sort to give in so easily. Nangong Xuan didn’t seem to care; instead, he gave the maids a look, and one of them immediately fitted Kyōsan with a mouth gag. “Since you don’t want to talk, then there’s no need to. It’s time to eat. Of course, you can choose not to eat—but don’t count on starving yourself to death. I’ll have someone force-feed you. It’s up to you! Also, given your current status, you’ll have to eat while kneeling here. Take a cue from Hinata!” Nangong Xuan said this with complete composure. Kuang San didn’t want to kneel and remained defiant, but Nangong Xuan was already prepared. He immediately ordered his servants to force Kuang San to the ground, then secured a chain around her knees and threaded it through a ring embedded in the floor— which had been installed specifically for Kuang San. This meant that unless the chain was unlocked, Kuang San would be forced to remain on her knees. Afterward, the chain attached to her collar was also secured to another ring, forcing her body into a bent position. Now, Kuang San couldn’t even lift her head to glare; the range of her head’s movement was limited solely to the space between the two plates and the small bowl. “I’d advise you to eat something. Otherwise, it’ll be unpleasant when someone forces it down your throat later!” Hinata said this while eating; she, at least, hadn’t been fitted with a mouth gag or anything of the sort, while Kuang San looked completely baffled—after all, Hinata was currently bound like this, yet she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. This made Kyōko feel like this world was utterly insane. Why had this person become like this? And then there was Artoria at the table—even though only one of her hands was free, she was in the same situation as Hinata. At that moment, Kyōsan couldn’t stand up or straighten her back; she could only stare at the two dishes in front of her. Her sense of shame was through the roof, and her self-respect had been trampled underfoot. As fellow maids, the others were all wearing normal maid uniforms and sitting at the table to eat—but what about her? Her clothes had been whipped to shreds, and she was forced to kneel on the floor and eat alongside that girl dressed like a pet. For a moment, her sense of shame reached its peak, but this humiliation also caused Kuang San to grow slightly wet down below. The psychological conditioning from her earlier training had taken effect, and at that moment, she had already begun to change. So, looking at the food in front of her, she knew she couldn’t resist. Rather than wait to be humiliated further, she might as well eat something now—only by regaining her strength could she go on living. She didn’t believe she’d be bound like this forever; there had to be a way out. With that thought, Kuang San made up her mind. Her head dropped forward, and she stuck out her little tongue, beginning to lap up the fried rice from the plate. Only then did Kuang San realize just how difficult it was to eat with only her tongue. Her teeth were perfectly secured by the mouth gag, making it impossible for her to refuse; she had no choice but to swallow. However, because of this, her affection level reached its peak. It was quite difficult at first, requiring several rounds of "training," but now she’s completely broken in. Naturally, Kurumi’s next class change was to that of a Slave Maid. Upon transforming into a Slave Maid, Kurumi was instantly clad in a silver-white maid outfit that shimmered with a metallic luster. This outfit possessed an intensely restrictive quality, though it allowed for the free manipulation of its style and color. For instance, the moment the transformation finished, Kurumi immediately adjusted her outfit into a super-short skirt with a completely exposed chest—a look that was incredibly lewd. It was clear that after her heavy "M" conditioning, Kurumi was no longer a simple woman. At this moment, Kurumi was bound by the chains integrated into the maid outfit. These chains were permanently attached to the fabric; they could be extended at will, but once locked, only Nangong Xuan could release them. Kurumi’s hands were cuffed behind her back, with a total of five sets of handcuffs running from her upper arms down to her wrists, pinning her limbs tightly. Her two little "grapes" on her chest weren't spared either. Two cup-like devices were clamped over them, emitting a rhythmic suction. If Kurumi hadn't been spared from lactation-inducing drugs for the time being, she would likely already be filling a collection vessel. These devices could be connected to containers, so they would certainly be useful in the future. As a maid, it was only natural for her to offer her finest milk to her master—a prospect Nangong Xuan hadn't initially anticipated. Below, she wore a metallic chastity belt, inside of which were several large toys. Only Nangong Xuan could remove them, or authorize someone else to do so; otherwise, they were impossible to detach. Her leg rings and knee shackles remained. While her feet weren't bound together this time, each ankle was shackled to a heavy iron ball. The weight of these spheres was calibrated to a percentage of Kurumi’s own strength, meaning she could only manage a slow walk; running was entirely out of the question. The only thing Kurumi could control was the style, length, and level of exposure of her maid outfit. "It’s amazing... I can feel my Zafkiel has improved significantly, and my time reserves have become infinite. This is wonderful! You really didn't lie to me!" Kurumi wept with joy. Her affection being maxed out didn't mean she lost her previous memories; on the contrary, the memories remained, but she now chose to forgive Nangong Xuan. As for Hinata and Artoria, that was a different story—they wouldn't forgive him unless he explicitly commanded it. "Alright, you’ve successfully transitioned into a Slave Maid, but we will fulfill the promise we made to you. Get ready; I’ll tell you who your enemies are, and you can handle them as you see fit." After Nangong Xuan briefly summarized the plot of *Date A Live*, he sent Kurumi back. A minute later, she reappeared in the same spot. For Kurumi, she had already fulfilled her deepest regrets. "Thank you, Xuan. I’ve completed my mission. By the way, would you like to visit my world? I’ve prepared quite a few gifts for you!" Kurumi asked with a sly smile. Other worlds had been accessible for a while, but he had avoided the *Fate* world to avoid "suicide," since Artoria was a Heroic Spirit and entering would mean appearing in the Throne of Heroes. "Visiting another world? This is a first. Alright, Lya, Hinata, let’s go with Kurumi." Nangong Xuan signaled, and the two women nodded. He granted them partial authority over their own restraints. Even though that world was likely under Kurumi’s complete control, it was better to be safe—in case he suffered an accident and couldn't unlock them, they would have a way to free themselves. "Let’s go, Kurumi. Take us to your world!" Nangong Xuan opened a portal to the *Date A Live* world using the coordinates Kurumi provided. Truth be told, he was quite curious about what kind of world Kurumi had turned it into. After a flash of white light, the group appeared before a massive manor. It was clear that the estate was protected by an energy barrier. "Kurumi, what is this?" Nangong Xuan asked, intrigued. An energy barrier? Was it really that extravagant? "I’ve integrated all the factions in this world. As for this barrier, besides its defensive capabilities, it also has a stealth function. This is my secret base. I only wanted you and the others to know about it, so I kept it hidden. Let’s head inside—there are plenty of surprises waiting for you!" Kurumi pushed open the gates, and the group walked in, filled with curiosity. They were greeted by an army of maids standing in rows, led by a girl dressed in a white military uniform. These girls were all, in fact, Kurumis. Each one was bound in various ways. The standard maid-Kurumis were restrained with simple handcuffs and shackles, but the one in the white military uniform was wrapped in heavy chains, similar to the current Kurumi. She had a metallic ball gag in her mouth, and like Kurumi earlier, she dragged two large iron balls behind her, though their weight didn't seem to be a fixed percentage. On her "grapes," instead of milking machines, were two small rings, each weighted down by a series of plumb bobs. "This is... Kurumi-Kurumi?" Nangong Xuan was stunned. He knew exactly what this version of Kurumi was—the inverted, "Demon King" form. Her white military uniform and the saber at her side made her incredibly seductive. Seeing this white-uniformed Kurumi so tightly bound sent a jolt through Nangong Xuan’s nerves. "You really do know, don't you, Xuan? But I didn't create this one myself. I found her in my original timeline—the transformed version of me—and summoned her to serve as the manor’s housekeeper. As for the others, they are all versions of me from different periods. And we all belong to you, and you alone, Xuan!" But the place where Mio Chonggong was being held was nothing short of a super-maximum-security prison cell. “This is… a milk-extractor? They’re even using a sex machine? That’s really ruthless, Kuang San!” Looking at Mio Sukunomiya inside, Nan Gong Xuan felt a bit moved—it certainly did look like revenge. At that moment, Mio Sukunou’s hands were bound by chains and suspended from the ceiling, her feet off the ground and secured to the floor by chains that pulled them apart. Her entire body was fixed in the center of the cell in the shape of an inverted “Y.” She wore a pair of special AR glasses over her eyes; according to Kuang San, they were constantly playing various slave brainwashing films. She also had headphones on her ears, allowing her to hear only the sounds from the films, and her mouth wasn’t gagged. Instead, her tongue had been pulled out and secured with two rods, preventing her from retracting it. She was forced to keep her mouth open like this indefinitely. Mio Takamiya was still wearing that same all-white, highly provocative spirit outfit, though it had lost all its power—Kyoumi had stripped it of its energy to create spirits. This Mio Tsurugami is not the same one who had just arrived; debts must be repaid to the rightful creditors—this is the Mio Tsurugami from the future. As for the one from the past, Kyōsan never allowed her to materialize; she simply killed the three magicians outright. Thus, the past Mio Tsugumi never appeared, but the future Mio Tsugumi—whose power had been completely drained by Kyōsan—was brought to this era. She has been tormented for thirty years, ever since she arrived in this era. Two transparent domes cover her breasts—these are milk extractors. Of course, her nipples have also been pierced with rings, which are clearly visible through the transparent extractors. According to Kyōsan, she injects her with large doses of high-concentration aphrodisiacs and lactation stimulants every day. As a result, the amount of breast milk she produces is now absolutely staggering. Furthermore, the high-concentration aphrodisiacs have turned her into something akin to a flesh doll—this is the result of Kyōsan’s ambition. Of course, the upper body isn’t the key—the key lies below. Down there, several sex machines are operating at breakneck speed. To prevent Mio Tsurugami from being played to death, Kuang San has preserved a portion of her spirit body. So she won’t be literally played to death by these machines, but rather subjected to nonstop use for decades on end. Watching the frequency of the machines’ movements, even Lya and Hinata—whose physical conditioning was off the charts—couldn’t help but shudder. However, Kuang San quickly manipulated the mechanical arms inside to lift her skirt. Then everyone saw two insulting words branded onto her buttocks. “I’ve used who knows how many methods to get back at her, but I have no intention of offering this one to Xuan. The others are fine, but she simply isn’t qualified—she’s nothing more than a toy!” Kou San explained that she had long decided to hand over the other spirits to Nan Gong Xuan, but this one was an exception. Just then, a figure sprinted over—a girl with a single blue ponytail, though her outfit was a bit problematic. Her outfit appeared to be normal attire, but the top had been cut out right where her breasts would be. She was also wearing a ring with a small tag attached, reading “Mana Chonggong, Captain of the Manor Guard.” As for her lower body, a metal rod—a rather long one—was wedged between her legs. The slightest movement would likely cause the rod to press directly against her private parts, but judging by her demeanor, the girl seemed to have grown accustomed to it and didn’t seem to mind at all. Her hands were bound behind her back—not with rope, of course, but with a rather complex mechanical device. A central processor was flanked by numerous clasps that secured Shina Chogami’s upper arms, forearms, and wrists, pinning them firmly behind her back. This must be a special device; barring any surprises, it shouldn’t be possible to unlock it on her own. Her feet were also shackled with a special pair of leg irons, the center of which glowed—they appeared to be quite high-tech. “This is my bodyguard captain, Shina Sukunomiya. She comes here every day to beat the hell out of that guy inside!” As Kuang San spoke, she walked behind Shina Tsukimiya, bent down, and focused her eyes on the processor behind her. Immediately, a synthetic mechanical voice sounded; only after an iris scan was completed did the restraint device drop away. Only then did Shina reach behind her head and pull the gag from her mouth—it was a dildo-like device, a very large one at that. It was hard to imagine that such a petite-looking girl could have had something so massive stuffed inside her mouth. “Thank you, Kuang San. This must be the Master you’ve been talking about. Hello, Master. I’m Shina Tsugumiya, captain of the security team here, and I’m also under your command. You can do whatever you like, but for now, I need to deal with that guy inside!” Shina Tsurugami had also been trained by Kuon, and since Itsuki Gojo had been tricked to his death—and Shina was from the future—she, like Kuon, deeply despised Mio Tsurugami. After all, Kuon had pinned the blame for Itsuki Gojo’s death on Mio Tsurugami. The night passed, and when morning came, Kurumi begged Nangong Xuan to temporarily release her. She made no secret of her intentions: she was going to settle the score with those two. After all, they had played with her quite ruthlessly before. As for Nangong Xuan, he was free to go play with the other Spirits; with her military-uniformed Kurumi clone acting as the housekeeper, it wouldn't be an issue. After some thought, Nangong Xuan transferred the authority over Artoria and Hinata’s restraints to Kurumi. In truth, Artoria and Hinata had already discussed this with him. They knew full well that they had toyed with Kurumi quite cruelly, so retaliation was inevitable. Since that was the case, there was no need for the other party to even ask; they had already agreed with Nangong Xuan that if Kurumi wanted to retaliate, she should be allowed to. After all, this was just another way to deepen their sisterly bond. Affection levels between them couldn't just appear out of thin air—they only ever increased toward Nangong Xuan—so they needed their own way of interacting. This was precisely why Artoria had let Hinata train her earlier. "Remember, don't go too hard. You’re all mine now. They’ve already guessed you’d come for revenge and are prepared for it, but don't take it too far!" After Nangong Xuan’s final warning, Kurumi left in high spirits. Soon, she arrived at the castle basement where the two had been kept since the previous night. Opening the heavy door, Kurumi stepped inside. Artoria and Hinata were locked in a small cage, with two mechanical dildos operating incessantly behind them. Of course, the speed wasn't as extreme as what she used on Mio Takamiya—having already broken Mio into the perfect flesh-toy, Kurumi knew exactly how brutal she could be. "I hope you two sisters had a good rest last night!" Kurumi asked with a beaming smile. "Mmmph! Mmmphhh!" Hearing Kurumi’s voice, the two women trapped in the cage let out muffled cries. They were secured by restraints at all four limbs, gags stuffed deep into their mouths, and blindfolds covering their eyes. Kurumi’s clones had left them there all night to enjoy the mechanical ministrations. "Cough, cough... Kurumi, isn't this a bit too cruel? Take this thing out, I have no strength left!" Artoria said, sounding exhausted once the gag and blindfold were removed. The machine had tormented her all night. Fortunately, she had long since grown accustomed to such things under Nangong Xuan’s tutelage, though she had never used a machine like this before. Then again, Nangong Xuan himself was hardly any different from a pile driver. "Of course I can," Kurumi said with a wicked grin. "Now begins my time for revenge. Xuan has handed over the control of your restraints to me. This was your own decision, wasn't it? So today, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you!" Artoria’s eyes widened. She had assumed the mechanical dildos from last night were the extent of the revenge. She hadn't expected there to be more. "Do as you please, then," Artoria sighed helplessly. "Just remember not to go too far." "Naturally. I won't break you. I’ve prepared a grand gift for you—I’m sure you’ll love it. It took quite a bit of effort to build, though I have Origami to thank for the idea. I never would have thought of it otherwise!" Kurumi chuckled sinisterly. Artoria felt a chill run down her spine and opened her mouth to speak, but the gag was shoved back in before she could utter a word. She had no right to speak anymore; she could only passively endure what was to come. "Let’s go. I’m taking you to a special amusement park I prepared just for you. It’s a good thing you gave your first times to Xuan, otherwise, I’d be in a bit of a bind!" Kurumi chirped. With that, she led them away. Kurumi moved with incredible speed, loading them into a vehicle. About half an hour later, they arrived at an amusement park. Though it was a park, there wasn't a single soul there except for Kurumi’s clones. Every piece of information and every worker here was a clone of Kurumi. She had built this for Artoria and Hinata, and she wouldn't allow them to be seen by anyone else. No matter how much they struggled, they belonged to Nangong Xuan, and no one else was permitted to touch them. The car drove into the park, and the two were released from the cage. They remained restrained, however, with the control still in Kurumi’s hands. They could only follow where Kurumi led them by their collars. *An amusement park? What is she planning? Well, at least there’s no one around,* Artoria and Hinata thought to themselves, unable to speak. "You’re curious why I brought you here, aren't you? This place has been specially renovated. Come, I’ll take you to the first attraction. You both know what a roller coaster is, right?" Kurumi led them to the coaster. It wasn't a standard one; it had been heavily modified. Strictly speaking, there were no seats—only rows of massive, phallic protrusions. "Behold, the special roller coaster I prepared for you. Origami helped design it. She hasn't experienced it herself—she’s saving her first time for Xuan—but we tested it on Mio Takamiya." "See these? These are the seats. You’ll be fixed onto them. I’m actually quite curious myself, so I’ll be joining you. I gave my body to Xuan last night, and I haven't tried these attractions yet. They require one to be 'broken' first, and now I can finally experience it." "Oh, by the way, mine is the standard version. Yours are the 'intensified' editions!" Kurumi pointed to the seats. They were covered in dildos of various sizes, each with different thrusting speeds and settings. The highest intensity was reserved for Artoria and Hinata; Kurumi, naturally, wouldn't subject herself to that. "Mmmph! Mmmphhh! (That’s too big! That’s going too far!)" Hinata and Artoria couldn't help but shriek, as the phalluses at the front were gargantuan. But they had no power to resist. Soon, several Kurumi clones forced them into position. Watching their bodies sink onto the devices, they were both stunned. Kurumi climbed into a seat a bit further back. Then, leather straps tightened, locking them firmly into place. And of course, that was only the beginning. After struggling for a while, Rin Tohsaka felt a wave of defeat; she truly couldn't reach it. "Little sister, that’s why I said you’re still too green. You have so much to learn. Why not just find a place to wedge the shard and take your time?" Watching Rin’s stubbornness, Artoria couldn't help but chuckle. Rin’s expression stiffened once more—why hadn't she thought of that? Rin found a drawer and managed to wedge the mirror shard into place. After grinding away for several minutes, she finally sawed through the ropes binding her. "Huff... finally free!" Because the ropes had been tied so tightly, her wrists were covered in deep, painful welts. "Good, you’re free. But since your body clearly can't handle the constant friction of ropes, let’s move on to the next item: the leather harness." With a wave of her hand, Artoria had one of Kurumi’s clones bring over a full leather restraint suit. It was comprehensive—beyond the dense web of straps covering her torso, there were cuffs for her wrists, thighs, and ankles. It even came with a matching black ball gag. "What is this? It looks so perverted!" Rin was genuinely startled by the sight of the intricate buckles, tiny padlocks, and thick leather straps. "This is what you’ll need for your second lesson. A full-body leather restraint suit. It will arm you to the teeth, and unlike the ropes, it’s quite simple to use." "All you have to do now is put it on under my guidance. Then, I’ll go hide the keys outside—just in the hallway, nothing beyond that. You’ll need to find them to unlock yourself. Consider this your first challenge." Artoria said this with a sweet, predatory smile. Rin gritted her teeth and accepted. She had to—only by submitting could she save her family a year from now. For their sake, what was one year? She wouldn't care if things got even more depraved. This was the nature of someone with an obsession and a weakness; targeting those was the easiest way to break them. Artoria began to instruct Rin on how to don the leather suit. Rin had to do everything herself, with Artoria providing only verbal commands. As she pulled the suit over her body, following Artoria’s instructions, Rin tightened the straps behind her back. She had replaced the mirror, so she could see her own back clearly. She pulled each strap taut. Sensing her lack of experience, Artoria began to play dirty, urging Rin to tighten them to their absolute limit. Rin’s chest was notoriously flat, but under the extreme compression of the harness, it was pushed into a slightly more pronounced shape. "This thing actually looks pretty good!" Rin even blurted that out, forgetting her predicament. To call it a "good thing" only proved how little she thought of her own "white rabbits"—a rather pathetic realization. Indeed, for Rin, a B-cup was the absolute limit. "Don't get lost in your thoughts just yet. There are more straps. Hurry, the next one goes between your legs!" Artoria commanded, but this time, Rin hesitated, blushing deeply. "Are you kidding me? Why would you tie it there? That’s way too perverted!" Rin couldn't bring herself to do it, but one mention of her family from Artoria silenced her instantly. Without further hesitation, she pulled the strap through her crotch. "Remember to pull it tight!" Artoria teased. Rin gritted her teeth and gave a sharp tug, causing the leather to bite deep. Having never experienced such a sensation, Rin’s legs went weak instantly, as if all the strength had been drained from her body. "Not bad. Remember to buckle it; it’s no good if it’s loose!" Artoria’s words snapped Rin back to reality. She quickly buckled the strap, afraid to move, terrified that the sensation would strike again. "Now, the upper arm cuffs. Connect them directly to the straps on your torso—use the nearest buckle." Rin followed the command, locking her upper arms in a heartbeat. Then came the wrist cuffs, the thigh straps, and the ankle restraints. Everything was locked down. Now, Rin didn't dare move an inch; she had realized that the strap between her legs was incredibly sensitive. In truth, it was only because she had pulled it so tight under Artoria’s goading that the sensation was so overwhelming. "Excellent. Now, for the locks. Use three keys for the thigh, ankle, and wrist cuffs." Rin obeyed. Soon, she was bound tight. She wasn't completely immobilized, but she could only move by hopping, as her legs were strapped so close together there was no room for a stride. "Are you satisfied now?" Rin asked, sounding annoyed. Being forced to bind herself like this was infuriating, though there was another, faint sensation she couldn't quite name. "Satisfied. Stay here and wait for word. Once I’ve hidden the keys, I’ll let you know. For now, you might want to sit on the bed." Artoria left with the keys. Once the door clicked shut, Rin sighed helplessly and hopped toward the bed; walking was impossible. But as she sat down, her face flushed a deep crimson, and a delicate, sharp gasp escaped her lips. The reason was the crucial strap between her legs, which she had pulled so tight. As she sat, the movement shifted the tension on the leather. The body’s muscles contract differently depending on the posture, and sitting versus standing were two entirely different worlds. The moment she sat, the strap bit into her sensitive flesh. "Damn it... the position of this strap is just too embarrassing!"