Wang Dong'er’s Extraordinary Journey of Bondage

Since when did Shrek Academy harbor such a bizarre place? Wang Dong'er couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear deep in her heart. Huo Yuhao released her small hand and stepped toward the wall, pressing a switch. Instantly, the entire room flooded with light. In a heartbeat, the full scope of the room was laid bare before her. The first things to catch her eye were the various racks—T-shaped, X-shaped, Y-shaped, L-shaped, and more. Then, she noticed that beyond the countless iron chains dangling from the ceiling, a small iron cage hung suspended in the very center of the room. Strangely, it was so compact it seemed designed to hold nothing more than a single girl. Finally, there were the walls. They were adorned with an array of strange, nameless objects. One thing was certain: every single one of them was an instrument of bondage. The ropes, in particular, were terrifying in their abundance. To her eyes, they covered an entire wall—black, red, pink, a dizzying, chaotic variety. Huo Yuhao’s voice cut through her daze. "Dong'er, do you know about the 'Ultimate Restraint Project'?" "What's that? I only know about the 'Ultimate Soldier Project,'" she replied, looking at him with confusion. "The so-called Ultimate Soldier refers to someone with the power to tip the scales of a local war single-handedly. Those who possess such ability are Ultimate Soldiers." "But is it truly realistic for one person to stand against the entire world? It’s impractical. That is why the Ultimate Restraint Project was born. The two complement each other—one in the light, one in the shadows—to maximize the power at our disposal." "To put it simply: the Ultimate Restraint acts as the bait to draw out the enemy's fire, while the Ultimate Soldier waits in the dark, ready to strike!" "And you, Dong'er, are the first candidate for the Ultimate Restraint Project." Wang Dong'er finally understood after his explanation. "Eh? Me? Then... what am I supposed to do?" Her gaze swept over the cold, unyielding instruments and the dense thicket of ropes, a flicker of unease crossing her face. "These things... are they all meant to make me a part of this 'Ultimate Restraint'?" Huo Yuhao nodded. "Exactly, Dong'er. You must learn how to maintain balance in body and mind under extreme conditions, and even learn to utilize these tools as weapons. Only then can you distract the enemy at the critical moment and create an opening for the Ultimate Soldier!" Huo Yuhao walked slowly to one of the racks, his fingers tracing the cold metal surface. "These aren't here to torture you. They are tools for training, designed to help you break through your physical limits and temper your willpower." "Dong'er, this was my idea, but it is also a decision made by the Academy." "If you decide to go through with this, you will stay here for a month of intensive, extreme training." Wang Dong'er bit her lower lip, her eyes still clouded with hesitation. For a girl, this was simply too humiliating. If Xiao Xiao or the others were to find out, what would they think? Huo Yuhao watched her silently, then sighed with feigned helplessness. "Forget it. If you aren't willing... I suppose I'll have to find someone else..." "Wait! Who said I wasn't willing!" The panic in Wang Dong'er's eyes was replaced by a stubborn defiance, her face flushing with indignation. "A little 'Ultimate Restraint Project' isn't enough to stump this young lady! For the sake of Shrek Academy, and for you! I'm willing to try!" Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. Elder Mu’s reverse psychology had worked perfectly. While there were indeed others on the list, Wang Dong'er was, without a doubt, the optimal choice. "Good, good, good. My Dong'er is the best." "So, when do we start?" "Now?" "Yes, now!" "Good! Bitch Dong'er, from today on, you will address me as 'Master' and refer to yourself as 'Bitch Dong'er.' Do you understand?" Silence hung in the air for a moment... "Huo! Yu! Hao!" Wang Dong'er activated her martial soul and slammed a fist into his body. Though the blow wasn't heavy, it was enough to convey the depth of her fury. "Huo Yuhao! Have you lost your mind?" Her voice trembled, her cheeks burning a deep, vibrant red. "What 'Master'? What 'bitch'! Are you tired of living?" Huo Yuhao clutched his chest, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Dong'er, don't be angry. This is just part of the training. The Ultimate Restraint Project isn't just a physical challenge; it's a test of the psyche. You need to trust me completely and surrender yourself to me. Only then can you truly transcend your limits." "Surrender myself to you?" A look of profound shyness flickered in Wang Dong'er’s eyes. "But this is... this is just too much!" Before binding Wang Dong'er, Huo Yuhao moved with lightning speed, first replacing the collar around her neck with the jet-black one from the box. Wang Dong'er kept her eyes closed, her long lashes fluttering slightly. She could feel Huo Yuhao’s movements—gentle yet practiced—as the rope wound around her body, tightening bit by bit. The sensation of being bound was unfamiliar, yet she gritted her teeth, refusing to utter a single protest. Huo Yuhao first looped the rope around Wang Dong'er’s snow-white neck, splitting the cord into two sections above and below her throat. He then pulled it taut, dragging it down to bind her two little white rabbits. He wrapped the rope four times around them, reinforcing the center before cinching it tight with two more loops. Wang Dong'er couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp, but Huo Yuhao remained unmoved, continuing to extend the rope downward, weaving a standard, intricate diamond-patterned net across her slender waist. "Good, just like that," Huo Yuhao’s voice echoed, laced with encouragement. "Try to adjust your breathing and calm yourself down." Wang Dong'er took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady her racing heart. Just as she began to settle, an unprecedented sensation washed over her entire body. Huo Yuhao had continued the rope downward, reaching her private parts. Without hesitation, he viciously cinched the rope against her vulva, then pulled it taut against her petite buttocks, anchoring it back at her waist. Wang Dong'er’s body shuddered violently; her feet curled involuntarily, her toes tensing and relaxing inside her shoes. Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving. Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. "Relax, Dong'er," Huo Yuhao’s voice drilled clearly into her ears. "Try to feel this sensation instead of resisting it." Wang Dong'er closed her eyes, struggling to follow his instructions. Her consciousness began to blur. Huo Yuhao continued to connect the lines, weaving them layer by layer across her exquisite, delicate frame until he had perfectly completed a standard *kibaku*—a full turtle-shell binding. "Dong'er, you are so beautiful." Huo Yuhao produced a mirror, holding Wang Dong'er so they could both look at the "Wang Dong'er" reflected within. Seeing herself in the mirror, Wang Dong'er’s eyes widened. A crimson flush instantly stained her cheeks, and her heart hammered against her ribs as if it might burst out of her chest. The girl in the mirror, though bound by ropes, possessed a strange, haunting beauty. "Is... is this me?" Her voice trembled, her gaze unable to tear away from the glass. "Yes, this is you. The most beautiful Dong'er." Wang Dong'er felt her body become abnormally sensitive, every nerve ending firing. She could feel the ropes pressed tightly against her skin, especially against her breasts and her crotch, bringing a sensation she had never experienced before... Is it uncomfortable? No. It was almost... pleasant. Next came her arms. Huo Yuhao twisted Wang Dong'er’s hands behind her back, forcing them into a prayer position, pressing her fingers, wrists, and forearms tightly together. He used a cord to bind her wrists with three loops, followed by three loops each around her forearms, upper arms, and elbows. Once fully bound, he reinforced the structure with two vertical loops, forming a "W" shape. By now, Wang Dong'er’s fingers were pressed against the back of her head. Seeing this, Huo Yuhao chuckled, pulling out a thin cord to meticulously bind her thumb to her index finger, index to middle, and so on, until all her fingers were lashed together. For good measure, he wrapped her hands tightly in adhesive tape. To prevent her from struggling, Huo Yuhao pulled several ropes from between her breasts, anchoring them to her arms and wrists, then looped them down to her crotch before pulling them back to her wrists to secure them. Her arms were now completely immobilized; every joint was locked, and she couldn't move a single finger. Huo Yuhao didn't offer any more comfort, instead turning his attention to "decorating" her lower body. He removed her shoes and socks. Catching her off guard, he secretly lifted a sock to his nose, catching a faint scent of blue flowers and milk. He tucked the shoes into his soul tool and set the socks aside. He pressed her legs together, taking a length of rope and binding them at the ankles, lower calves, mid-calves, below the knees, above the knees, mid-thighs, and at the base of her thighs—three loops at each point. He then reinforced them with two vertical loops between each section, each one clinging to her skin and exerting a subtle, constant pressure. Once secured, Huo Yuhao produced several leather straps, winding them over the seven rope sections he had just created, tightening and locking them into place. After finishing, he looked at Wang Dong'er’s soles. After a moment of thought, he bound her feet with three loops, reinforced by two vertical ones. Her toes were not spared; he used thin cord to bind them in the same horizontal-and-vertical pattern. He connected the remaining toes together just as he had with her fingers, and ran a final cord from the bound toes back to her ankles. Looking at her soft, pink soles, Huo Yuhao mischievously reached out and tickled them. "Dong'er, how does it feel? Are your legs aching?" he asked softly, his hands never stopping. Wang Dong'er’s lips trembled, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The ticklish sensation on her soles made her let out a laugh. "Yuhao, it tickles... don't stop!" "What? Don't stop?" Huo Yuhao smirked, continuing to tease her soles. "Please, Yuhao, don't..." Wang Dong'er’s voice carried a hint of desperate pleading. Seeing her pitiful state, Huo Yuhao’s hands gradually slowed. He gently gripped her jade-like feet, his fingers stroking the soft skin. He looked at her flushed face, his eyes filled with a twisted tenderness. "Now, it’s time to plug your little mouth. Which means, Dong'er, you won't be able to refuse anything from here on out." "Dong'er, I'm starting now." Seeing that she didn't speak, Huo Yuhao decided to proceed. Wang Dong'er bit her lower lip, trying to look composed. She didn't say anything, just gave a small nod. Huo Yuhao first produced a blindfold, gently covering her eyes and securing the leather straps around the back of her head. The moment the blindfold was on, Wang Dong'er felt herself plunged into an infinite, boundless darkness. Even her spiritual sense seemed to vanish. She felt something was wrong. Not only had her spiritual sense disappeared, but her already meager soul power seemed to be draining away. Was she just too tired? No, her soul power should have been sealed by the collar—she must be exhausted. She had closed her eyes earlier, so she had no idea Huo Yuhao had swapped the collar. Huo Yuhao, seeing her strange reaction, simply assumed she was afraid of the dark. In reality, the contents of the black box were the relics of a powerful Evil Soul Master, known as the "Nightmare Set." Each instrument of torture produced different effects, and wearing them all simultaneously would lead to unimaginable consequences. The Nightmare Set consisted of seven instruments: (Rope) **Desire Body Bind**: Induces a craving to be bound, occasionally triggering electric shocks and itching. (Collar) **Black Demon Ring**: Does not seal soul power but absorbs it; if external power is provided, it prioritizes feeding the collar. (Blindfold) **Shadow Dark Mask**: Cuts off all light, plunging the wearer into darkness while isolating their spiritual sense. (Gag) **Evil Dragon Ball**: Prevents speech, converting the wearer’s intended words into their exact opposite. (Earplugs) **Mist Silence Plugs**: Isolates hearing and induces auditory hallucinations. (Nose Hook) **Blood-Scent Hook**: Converts all scents into the smell of rot; if the wearer refuses to breathe, it induces suffocation. (Toy) **Fantasy Tool**: Induces arousal and heightens sensitivity. Special Items: **Mystery Lock & Key**. Once used, the original key may no longer match the lock. If the wrong key is used, it refreshes, and the wearer is punished. Failure to use the key within the time limit results in double punishment. Integrated Set: Once fully equipped, the wearer is permanently restrained. The effects intensify over time. Forcibly breaking the set affects the wearer. The first person to bind someone with this set gains the ability to alter the binding, though they cannot fully remove it. Special Solution: If the wearer cannot be freed, a volunteer can take their place, but each punishment doubles. Huo Yuhao, however, was unaware of this. He simply thought the tools looked exquisite and well-suited for training. He took the socks Wang Dong'er had just removed, folded them carefully, and pressed them against her cheek before slowly stuffing them into her mouth. He then followed up by producing a strange, long, rod-like object with several leather straps attached. Without hesitation, he shoved it deep into her mouth, then pulled the straps around her cheeks and forehead, securing them and locking them in place. "Mmph..." A muffled groan escaped her throat, filled with grievance and frustration. Wang Dong'er felt that whatever he had put in her mouth was strange, yet it smelled surprisingly good. But the long rod was unbearable—it pushed deep into her throat, causing her immense pain and discomfort. With the rod in place, Huo Yuhao noticed a small, distinct bulge on her throat. A flicker of pity crossed his eyes. He patted her cheek gently, his voice as soft as if he were soothing a child. "Dong'er, bear with it. It will be over soon." He then inserted the earplugs and the nose hook. As the plugs slid into her ears, the world fell silent, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat. The soft material created a strange sense of isolation. He then lifted her chin, sliding the nose hook into her nostrils. The cold, foreign object made her brow furrow in discomfort. *I must be too tired,* she thought. *Why do I hear Yuhao saying such strange things? And the thing in my mouth... why does it taste sour? My throat feels so... comfortable. No, it’s supposed to be painful. What is happening to me?* Seeing what remained in the box, even Huo Yuhao felt a nosebleed coming on. He knew exactly what these tools were for. *Well,* he thought, *I've come this far. Might as well use them all.* Wang Dong'er was already in agony when she felt her breasts being pinched and sucked by something. Her "garden" seemed to be coated in lubricant, and several strange, textured rods were shoved inside. *Ugh... even my behind... something is going in there.* Then, she felt cold, gel-like patches applied to her breasts, inner thighs, and soles. Capsules were stuffed into her vagina, and four more were placed against the soles of each foot. *Wait... are these...* Wang Dong'er realized the consequences of activating these items. This would... "Wuu... wuu... Yuhao, what are you doing? Let me go..." Her muffled cries caught Huo Yuhao’s attention. "Dong'er? What’s wrong?" "Dong'er, if you agree, make one 'wuu' sound. If you disagree, make two?" Wang Dong'er could no longer hear Huo Yuhao’s voice—or rather, she heard a different "Huo Yuhao" speaking. "Dong'er, if you disagree, make one 'wuu'. If you agree, make two?" "Wuu." Hearing only one sob, Huo Yuhao continued his bold operation. By now, Wang Dong'er felt her head being yanked backward while her legs were forced forward. As the ropes tightened, her feet drew closer and closer to the back of her head. Her body was arched to its absolute limit. She knew her own flexibility, but this was beyond anything humanly possible! Once her body was fully arched, Huo Yuhao connected the ropes at her ankles to her wrists, then linked her feet to her arms. He pulled a final rope from her head and tied it tightly to the space between her toes. Finally, with a twisted sense of humor, he connected all the ropes to the devices below, pulling them taut and securing them. Wiping the sweat from his face, Huo Yuhao looked down at Wang Dong'er with satisfaction. Before him, Wang Dong'er’s body was wrapped in layers of rope, her limbs bent at extreme angles. She was shaped into a perfect "O." She could feel her own feet pressing against the back of her head. Because of the balance, only her lower abdomen touched the ground; her upper and lower body swayed helplessly in the air like a seesaw. She felt as though she were trapped in invisible shackles, every minute movement sending waves of stinging pain and numbness through her. Huo Yuhao watched her quietly. Dong'er looked like a meticulously crafted work of art—fragile and beautiful. The rope knots left shallow red marks on her skin, like brands, marking her helplessness and submission. *I want to keep Dong'er bound just like this... forever.* Huo Yuhao slid his hand through the ropes connecting her ankles, wrists, and waist, carefully lifting her body. Her limp form swayed in the air; the weight of suspension and the pull of the ropes forced a low moan from her. "Mmm..." The sound was muffled by the gag, laced with a pained gasp. "Dong'er, don't be afraid." Huo Yuhao’s voice was low and gentle, like he was soothing a frightened little animal. To keep pace with the evolving era, the Shrek Academy administration has decided to establish a third department alongside the existing two: the Department of Bondage (BDSM). Xuan Zi has been appointed as the first Dean of this department. ### I. Curriculum The Department of Bondage is divided into two primary tracks: "S" (Sadism/Dominance) and "M" (Masochism/Submission). The curriculum is as follows: 1. **Theoretical Knowledge:** Study essential restraint techniques and various binding methods to handle emergency situations. 2. **Flexibility Training (Yoga):** Enhance physical suppleness through yoga to accommodate various binding configurations. 3. **Binding Training:** Apply learned techniques to effectively restrain others (individuals or groups), rendering them unable to break free. 4. **Endurance Training (TK, SP, Sensory Deprivation, Placement, Sensitive Area Stimulation, etc.):** Endure various methods and tools to test personal limits. 5. **Interrogation Testing ("S" Track):** Utilize various methods and implements to extract intelligence from "captives." 6. **Restraint Combat (Solo/Team):** Defeat opponents while under restraint. 7. **Escape Training (Solo/Team):** Successfully break free from restraints. 8. **Weight-Bearing Training ("M" Track):** Perform daily activities (walking, eating, attending classes) while fully restrained. 9. **Emergency Response (Kidnapping):** Rapidly formulate escape and survival plans in crisis scenarios. 10. **Self-Bondage Practice (Inner Court Track):** Use learned techniques to securely bind oneself. 11. **Limit Testing (Inner Court Track):** Push the boundaries of one's physical and mental endurance. ### II. Combat Rules 1. **Combat Modes:** Solo, Team, and Battle Royale (1v1, NvN, 1vN). * **Details:** Teams can be mixed-gender. If one team has more females than males, the opposing team wins by restraining all female members within the time limit. Otherwise, the objective is to restrain all participants of the opposing team. 2. **Victory Conditions:** A side is declared defeated once they lose the ability to resist. * **Details:** Participants may continue to interfere with others until they are fully restrained. Note: It is forbidden to harm a participant who is already restrained; doing so results in an immediate forfeit. 3. **Restraint Specifications:** Restraint methods vary by Soul Master type. * **Tools:** Blindfolds, gags, earplugs, thumb cuffs, sensory toys, bondage straps, etc. Configurations are negotiable. * **Power/Control Types:** Restraint of both hands (wrists, forearms, upper arms) and 20cm ankle cuffs. * **Agility/Defense/Support Types:** Restraint of both feet (ankles, calves, thighs) and 20cm wrist cuffs. ### III. Equipment Catalog 1. **Gen-1 "T" Restraint Chair:** Developed by the Soul Tool Department; complex and cumbersome to operate. 2. **Mysterious Restraint Box:** Sun-Moon Empire origin; contains various tools and uses "metal tubes" to alter binding configurations. 3. **Black/White Pantyhose:** Standard attire for yoga classes. 4. **Combat Suit:** Made from a sentient, rubber-like liquid found in the Star Dou Forest; highly flexible, durable, and mass-producible. 5. **"O" Ring:** A staple for self-bondage. 6. **Black Martin Boots:** Inner Court exclusive; periodically deliver electric shocks or random tickling to the soles. Once donned, they lock automatically and cannot be removed. 7. **Mechanical Wooden Horse:** Sun-Moon Empire tech; provides omnidirectional, automated torture. Features a display for real-time physiological monitoring. 8. **Inner Court System:** An "access pass" for Inner Court students; features live streaming, appointment scheduling, and item trading. 9. **Gen-1 Straitjacket:** Sun-Moon Empire origin; restricts all limb movement. 10. **Gen-2 Straitjacket:** Sun-Moon Empire tech; more comprehensive functionality than the Gen-1. 11. **Restraint Mecha:** Sun-Moon Empire tech; requires "captives" as fuel/pilots to fight enemies. 12. **Mechanical Restraint Chair:** Sun-Moon Empire tech; an upgraded, more versatile version of the mechanical wooden horse. 13. **Pink Microphone:** When amplified by "Acceleration Sausage" and "Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda," even god-level powerhouses are said to be unable to resist its effects. 14. **Stirrup Socks:** Expose the toes; part of the new Shrek Academy uniform. 15. **Transparent High Heels:** Expose toes, insteps, and soles. Prolonged wear causes fogging inside the shoe; part of the new Shrek Academy uniform. ### IV. Restrictions on Wang Dong'er (Huo Yutong) *(Settings modified by Old Tang; first-edition rules are void.)* 1. **Mandatory Daily Restraint:** Four hours per day. The timing is self-selected, but once chosen, it cannot be altered. 2. **Failure Penalty:** If restraint is not initiated within 30 minutes of the chosen time, the system automatically binds the user based on their current posture (e.g., "Four-Horse Binding" if lying down, "Ball Binding" if sitting). 3. **Old Tang System (v2.0):** Points cannot be used to bypass mandatory restraint. * **Teleportation (Targetable):** Random (20 pts), Random Safe (50 pts), Specified Safe (100 pts). * **Release (Targetable):** Random part (50 pts), Specified part (100 pts). * **Binding (Targetable):** Random part (20 pts), Specified part (50 pts). * **Time Deferral:** 8 hrs (250 pts), 24 hrs (500 pts), 72 hrs (1000 pts), 1 week (2000 pts). * **Installment Plans:** Available for deferral costs (e.g., 29 pts/installment for 8 hrs). * **Sensitivity:** +1 Sensitivity (24 hrs: 100 pts), Permanent +1 Sensitivity (1000 pts). **Point Acquisition:** 1. **Daily Sign-in:** 10 pts/day. Weekly bonus: 50 pts. Monthly bonus: 100 pts. 2. **Challenges:** Restraint placement (Soul power allowed) or Escape challenges (No soul power). Rewards: 10–100 pts. 3. **Placement Scoring:** Points awarded based on the restrained area (Mouth/Eyes/Nose: 2-5 pts; Limbs: 2-8 pts; Private parts: 3-10 pts; Sensitive areas: 3-8 pts). * *Note:* Minimum 2-hour duration required. No changing binding methods mid-session. Adding restraints is allowed, but reducing them results in failure and electric shock (duration: remaining time x 2). * **Formula:** Points = (Restraint Part Value) × (Duration - 1). Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan were currently struggling to break free from their restraints, but the ropes remained utterly unmoved. Their efforts were nothing more than a futile waste of energy, a self-inflicted torment. In their minds, regaining their freedom should have been simple; all they had to do was manifest their martial souls and use their soul power to shatter the bindings. That was, after all, the only reason they had agreed to this in the first place. But Huo Yuhao refused to play by the rules. He had secretly used ropes capable of suppressing soul power. A soul master without soul power? They were nothing more than ordinary people with a bit of extra strength. Huo Yuhao wore a wicked grin as he positioned the two women in front of him, one on his left and one on his right. Though their binding styles differed—Xiao Xiao’s feet were crossed and angled upward, while Jiang Nannan’s were pressed tightly together and pointed straight up—this only provided Huo Yuhao with a golden opportunity. Under the guise of "increasing the intensity," he began to tickle the soles of Xiao Xiao’s feet with his left hand and Jiang Nannan’s with his right. The sudden, overwhelming sensation of ticklishness sent tremors through both their bodies, their laughter and desperate pleas for mercy weaving together into a symphony of exquisite distress. To further escalate the torture, Huo Yuhao coated their feet with nearly an entire bottle of lubricant. "Mmph... mmmph! Mmmph-mmph!" (Hahaha... stop! You bastard, Huo Yuhao!) Xiao Xiao’s laughter was laced with fury, yet it was dominated by the uncontrollable physiological reaction she couldn't suppress. Jiang Nannan, meanwhile, was laughing until she was nearly unconscious, her body writhing in a futile attempt to escape his fingers, though the ropes held her firmly in place. One bound in a "shrimp tie," the other in a "reverse shrimp tie," both women were pinned helplessly, reduced to little more than livestock. Huo Yuhao kept up the tickling for nearly half an hour, and for that entire duration, the room was filled with their relentless, hysterical laughter. Finally, Huo Yuhao allowed them a moment of rest. He removed their gags and began to negotiate. "Help you bully Dong'er? That’s pure delusion!" "That’s right! Even if I laugh myself to death, or jump off a cliff, I will never help you bully Dong'er!" Huo Yuhao laid down a rule: if Xiao Xiao laughed, he would tickle Jiang Nannan for an extra minute; if Jiang Nannan laughed, he would tickle Xiao Xiao for an extra minute. And if both laughed? Then, unfortunately, they would both be tickled for an extra minute, with the penalties stacking indefinitely. Three hours later (or rather, when Huo Yuhao’s hands grew too tired to continue), he gently brushed his fingers against their soles and asked, "Well? Have you two decided to accept my terms?" Xiao Xiao bit her lip, a flicker of resentment in her eyes, but she eventually nodded. "Mmmph! Mmmph-mmph..." (I agree! I’m sorry, Dong'er...) Jiang Nannan was so exhausted from laughing that she could barely speak, nodding frantically to signal her compliance. Huo Yuhao nodded in satisfaction, removed their gags, and ceased his assault. "See? That wasn't so hard. Why make things unpleasant?" Xiao Xiao glared at him viciously. "Hmph! You are truly despicable!" Jiang Nannan gasped for air, the flush on her face yet to fade. "Yuhao, if you ever dare to do this again, I won't let you off so easily!" Xiao Xiao sighed helplessly. "Fine, now let us go. I’m drenched in sweat—I need a bath!" Huo Yuhao looked at her, feigning confusion. "Let you go? That’s going to cost you extra." "Huo Yuhao, how did I never realize you were this shameless before!" And so, Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan were left restrained by Huo Yuhao for the entire night before he finally undid their bonds. The moment they were free, Huo Yuhao immediately dragged them along to "kidnap" Wang Dong'er. Back to the present, Wang Dong'er rolled her eyes after hearing Huo Yuhao’s explanation. During the day, Huo Yuhao hadn't bound her, merely letting her rest at home. But as night fell, his claws reached for her once more. He had even summoned Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan to act as spectators. ... Soon, Huo Yuhao finished the rehearsal for the next day. The premise was simple: he would spend the entire time bullying Wang Dong'er. The script: Wang Dong'er falls into a trap set by an evil soul master (Huo Yuhao) and is captured. The villain suddenly appears, defeats her in combat, and locks her away. Seizing a moment of carelessness, Wang Dong'er struggles through hell to escape, only to be dragged back by the villain. Enraged by her attempt to flee, the evil soul master subjects her to various forms of interrogation... End of story. Watching Wang Dong'er being bullied by Huo Yuhao, Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan were filled with disdain. Binding Dong'er tight and then forcing her to fight Huo Yuhao without any soul power? It was an impossible task! And the subsequent failed escape and brutal interrogation—Dong'er was truly being put through the wringer. The two women silently made a wish: they hoped that, due to some twist of fate, Huo Yuhao would be turned into a girl, and then... (Foreshadowing for the Valley of Love and Regret). The next day, the entire student body of the outer courtyard was brought into a massive lecture hall—an upgraded, tiered auditorium. The room had been renovated recently, and even some of the teachers were unaware of its new layout. As they entered, everyone immediately noticed the strange seating arrangements. The first row seemed normal, with standard desks and chairs, but the second row was different. Each desk was equipped with heavy foot shackles, bolted firmly in place, impossible to budge. The chairs were T-shaped, adjustable in size, and covered in a dense web of leather straps. The third row mirrored the first, while the fourth row matched the "shackle-chairs" of the second. Under the teachers' instructions, the boys took the first row, the girls the second, followed by the boys in the third and the girls in the fourth... The room was filled with chatter and laughter, but the moment a white-haired elder appeared on the podium, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Back to Huo Yuhao’s perspective. Protected by the suit, Wang Dong’er’s body remained physically unharmed, yet every sensation was amplified and painfully vivid. Huo Yuhao made a few adjustments to her restraints. First, he undid the straight-arm bind, then pulled her hands together, forcing her palms to grip the undersides of her opposite biceps. He secured her limbs with three sets of ropes—one binding her left hand to her right forearm, one her right hand to her left, and one cinching the space between her arms. He then threaded two lead ropes from her chest and neck, pulling them taut against her arms before yanking them upward and locking them into a final, immovable knot. Next, he turned his attention to her lower body. He pressed her left calf tightly against her thigh, securing them with six ropes: one at the ankle, one at the mid-calf, and one at the joint. He repeated the process for her right leg, forcing her lower body into a wide, spread-eagled "M" shape that left her most intimate parts completely exposed. A moment later, Wang Dong’er stirred awake. Seeing her own state—the ropes, the forced posture, and her naked, vulnerable center—a wave of burning shame washed over her. "Huo Yuhao! What are you doing now? This is so humiliating!" she cried out. "Untie me right now!" Huo Yuhao chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I just thought you looked tired, so I’m letting you rest in a different position. Besides, this makes it much easier for you to use the bathroom, doesn't it?" "Use the bathroom while tied up like this?" "Why not? I’ll just carry you in, and then you can... well, you know." "You... you are absolutely shameless!" Wang Dong’er’s face turned a deep, furious crimson, but she knew she was at his mercy. "Hmph!" she huffed, turning her head away in a pout. "Oh, come on, Dong’er, don't be like that," Huo Yuhao soothed, though his tone was mocking. "Actually, I do have a way to let you walk around, but you might not like it." "How could I not like it? I’m in!" "Are you sure? No backing out once we start." "I won't! A promise is a promise!" "Deal!" Huo Yuhao grinned and released her hands, only to fold her arms tightly against her chest. He bound her joints, forearms, and wrists into a rigid, compact bundle, leaving her legs in their spread-eagled configuration. He then flipped her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees so that her four limbs were pressed against the floor. "Huo Yuhao, you said I could walk! I can’t even move like this!" Before she could finish, he snapped a collar around her neck, attached to a heavy chain. "Who says you can't walk? Just walk like a puppy, Dong’er," he said, giving the chain a sharp, commanding tug. "Huo Yuhao! You bastard!" The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her face flushed with a mix of intense shame and boiling rage. She couldn't believe how shameless he was being. "Dong’er, don't forget your promise!" "No! I’m going back on it! What are you going to do about it?" "If that’s how you feel, I won't bother you. I’m feeling a bit sleepy, so I’m going to bed." Huo Yuhao turned away with a dramatic yawn. "Ugh, fine! Get back here! I’m not backing out!" "Hehe!" Huo Yuhao beamed. With no other choice, Wang Dong’er allowed him to lead her around the room like a pet. Deciding the ropes were too unsightly, Huo Yuhao "upgraded" her gear: leather leg restraints, matching gloves, knee pads, a puppy-style muzzle, and a pair of ears and a tail. A perfect, adorable little puppy was born. Finally, Huo Yuhao dropped the pretense. He pulled a treadmill from his storage device and forced her to crawl onto it, then hit the start button. The treadmill fluctuated in speed, keeping Wang Dong’er in a constant state of panic. Just as she found a rhythm, the shameless man would adjust the frequency again. She was soon drenched in sweat, her body glistening as she struggled to keep up. Huo Yuhao watched her with immense satisfaction, his heart swelling with pride. "Oh, Dong’er, why are you so slow? Pick up the pace!" He laughed, cranking the speed up even higher. "Mmph..." Wang Dong’er whimpered, forcing herself to move her limbs faster, suppressing every ounce of her resistance. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she’d been home. The sect wasn't far from the academy anyway, so she might as well head back to visit her two fathers. In the dim, subterranean chamber, the room was plunged into absolute darkness. Tang Ya hung suspended in the air, bound in a "four-horse" hogtie, a collar locked around her neck to suppress her soul power. The silence was suffocating; she could hear nothing but the frantic thrumming of her own heart and her ragged, shallow breaths. How long had it been? A day? Three? What was happening? When had she been exposed? Everything she had done had been flawless. The ropes and toys adorning her body were a harrowing sight. At least a dozen vibrating bullets were scattered across her skin, while electric patches were plastered over every inch of her flesh. A massive cylinder was jammed deep into her core, and a string of beads was stuffed into her rear. Her thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and soles were tightly bound with rope—even her toes had been spared no mercy, each one tied with thin cord and pulled taut toward fixed points on the ceiling. As the ropes tightened, her legs were forced into a painful arch, her soles pressed perfectly against the back of her head. Even her black ponytail was yanked backward by a rope, anchored to the ceiling above. Tang Ya was forced to crane her neck, her body contorted into a grotesque "O" shape. A 15cm cylinder was rammed down her throat; the bulge was clearly visible from the outside, a constant, nauseating reminder of her forced gagging and impending suffocation. Her mouth and nose were further obstructed by a heavy rubber mask, pressed so tightly against her face that her labored, panicked breathing was barely audible. She was already struggling for air, and the mask made every inhalation a desperate battle. Her eyes were layered in darkness—first blindfolded with opaque patches, then wrapped in thick adhesive tape, and finally covered by a heavy, oversized blindfold. Her ears were plugged tight. "Mmph..." Her breathing grew weaker. She hadn't rested in ages, and her sense of time had long since dissolved. Every time exhaustion threatened to pull her into sleep, a violent surge of electricity from her lower regions would jolt her back into agonizing consciousness. Her arms bore the brunt of the suspension, the ropes biting deep into her skin. They were forced behind her back in a "Guanyin" pose, her fingers bound together. When she tried to squirm, a wave of white-hot pain washed over her, forcing her to bite down on the gag, letting out a muffled, tortured whimper. Worst of all, these evil soul masters had fed her strange concoctions and coated her most sensitive areas in mysterious substances. Even now, her body burned with an unnatural heat, and her mind was beginning to fray into incoherence. Finally, Tang Ya felt her body descend. Someone was lowering her. The earplugs and mask were ripped away, and the saliva-slicked cylinder was yanked out with brutal force, sending her into a fit of violent coughing. "Saintess, it’s time to confess. Perhaps then you might be spared further physical torment." Tang Ya recognized the voice—it was the Sixth Elder, Zhang Peng. "Cough... Sixth Elder, I don't know what you're talking about," Tang Ya replied weakly. "Hmph! Saintess, you truly are stubborn. Do you remember those girls you saved? They begged for mercy and spilled everything. Their betrayal is pathetic—do I really need to spell out the rest?" Damn it. Tang Ya’s mind cleared in a flash of horror. They had known all along. Every move she made had been under surveillance. "The organization avenged your parents, and this is how you repay us?" Seeing her silence, Zhang Peng continued, "Betrayal is common enough among evil soul masters. The Sect Master is merciful; if you continue to serve us, you will remain the exalted Saintess. We will overlook the past. Otherwise..." *Ptooey!* "You damn evil soul masters! You’ll get what's coming to you sooner or later!" Tang Ya glared at Zhang Peng with such fury it was as if she wanted to tear him apart with her teeth. "Good. Very good!" Zhang Peng wiped the spit from his face slowly. He swung his hand, delivering a thunderous slap across her face. A vivid red handprint bloomed on her cheek, the skin stinging and raw. He hadn't held back; the impact sent stars dancing in her vision, leaving her dazed as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "Bring it in!" Before the words had even left his lips, a group of lackeys pushed a massive mechanical wooden horse into the room. "The latest invention from the Sun Moon Empire. You should be honored—you’re the first to experience it." Tang Ya realized the toys had been removed from her body, but she knew they weren't being kind. Two lackeys grabbed her and forced her onto the mechanical contraption. The cold, metallic touch made her shudder. The machine seemed to sense her presence. With a series of sharp *clicks*, she was locked into place, her body crushed against the frame. The sensation of being torn apart was agonizing. Mechanical arms extended, beginning to probe her body. Soon, the ropes were replaced by cold, unyielding metal. Tang Ya felt cold, metallic objects thrust into her mouth, her breasts, and her core simultaneously. A cold, synthesized voice echoed through the room. "Warning! Warning! Warning!" "High-voltage danger! Please evacuate the safety zone immediately! High-voltage danger! Please evacuate the safety zone immediately!" Hearing the alarm, the lackeys scrambled away, terrified of the impending discharge. "What is this?" *Zzzzzzt...* "AH! Mmmph-mmph-mmph-mmph!" Caught off guard, her body was instantly engulfed in blue light. Her nipples were relentlessly stimulated by the current, swelling and throbbing. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph-mmph!" "Endurance test complete. Proceeding to the next stage." The electricity finally cut out. Tang Ya’s mind was a blank slate, her head lolling limply. More mechanical arms emerged, scanning her body. "Scan complete. Soles idle. Waist idle..." The arms moved toward her most sensitive points—soles, toe gaps, waist, chest, armpits, and neck. Then, the arms transformed into octopus-like tentacles, beginning to rotate and rub against her most vulnerable spots. Before she could even react, the mechanical horse began a new round of torture. "No, hahahahaha..." The relentless laughter left her gasping for air. The machine had already mapped her physiological limits and kept her hovering right at the threshold of oxygen deprivation. "..." "Itch-sensitivity test complete. Proceeding to the next stage." This time, the mechanical arms shifted, morphing into whips, while others brandished flickering candles. In the end, Wang Dong’er had no choice but to concede; it was, after all, an academy assignment. Before long, she was forced into an incredibly revealing black leather bodysuit—if one could even call it clothing, as it was little more than scraps of fabric barely shielding her most intimate areas. "Dean... isn't this a bit too humiliating?" "This is exactly the point. It’s the only way to make them learn their lesson. Consider this a temporary grievance." Yan Shaozhe turned to Huo Yutong. "Speaking of which, Yutong, do you know how to perform some basic restraints?" Huo Yutong lied smoothly, "A little, though I’m not exactly an expert." "Good. Take this opportunity to practice. I’m tied up with other matters, so why don’t you be the one to bind Dong’er?" "Understood." Huo Yutong nodded, accepting the restraints from Yan Shaozhe. The collection was extensive: a blindfold, a gag, a collar, a harness, leg wraps, leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, a corset, binding straps, a timer lock, ballet boots, and an assortment of toys. These were items Huo Yutong had used on Wang Dong’er many times before; for her, the process was effortless and familiar. Wang Dong’er reluctantly clasped her hands behind her back. Huo Yutong pressed close, pulling the straps taut against Wang Dong’er’s upper and lower arms, securing them with agonizing tightness. She locked the leather wrist cuffs, then forced Wang Dong’er to clench her fists, wrapping them in tape until they formed solid, immobile balls. She then pulled the harness over the girl's shoulders, crossing the straps over her chest and looping them back under her armpits, anchoring them firmly. Finally, Huo Yutong pressed her body against Wang Dong’er’s back and yanked the harness straps with all her might. "Mmph... ah, it hurts!" Wang Dong’er muffled a cry. Huo Yutong showed no mercy. If she could still make noise, she could still endure it. Besides, Dong’er had mocked her earlier, and now it was time for payback. She pulled the harness straps to their limit until Wang Dong’er’s arms were hoisted high behind her back. Satisfied, Huo Yutong clicked the timer lock into place. "Not bad, Yutong. Your technique and pressure are quite impressive for a beginner," Yan Shaozhe remarked with a nod of approval. Next, Huo Yutong cinched the corset around Wang Dong’er’s slender waist, tightening it inch by inch. Wang Dong’er bit her lip, sweat beading on her forehead. As the corset constricted, she felt an overwhelming pressure; her body felt leaden, and her face flushed deep crimson as she struggled for air. Seeing her distress, Huo Yutong felt a flicker of pity and surreptitiously loosened the laces, granting the girl a moment of relief. Then came the legs. Huo Yutong had her sit on the floor, pressed her knees together, and applied the leg wraps. Once secured, she used binding straps to lash the knees together, further compressing the gap between them until Wang Dong’er’s legs were forced into a permanent, rigid bend. Finally, Huo Yutong removed Wang Dong’er’s shoes and socks, replacing them with "special" footwear—ballet boots with no heels, the soles elevating her toes at least 20 centimeters off the ground. With her knees already forced into a bend and her waist constricted, standing, let alone walking, would be a Herculean task. "Student Dong’er," Yan Shaozhe said coldly, "your task is simple: while bound, you must circle the academy thirty times within the next ten hours. We still need to add the blindfold, the gag, and a few toys." "As for your inner-court classes, I’ve already cleared your absence." With a wave of his hand, Huo Yutong hung two buttons—one green, one red—around Wang Dong’er’s neck. "We’ve considered the practicalities. Green is for consent, red for refusal. You must find thirty students. If someone presses the green button, you shave one lap off your total. If they press red, you add a lap, trigger some of your internal toys, and extend your timer lock. If you fail to finish within ten hours... well, things will get quite dangerous." "Ah... Dean Yan, this is too difficult!" Blindfolded and gagged, she couldn't communicate with other students, and walking in these heel-less boots was impossible! She couldn't help but complain. She then noticed a deflated rubber bulb attached to the gag, and a wave of dread washed over her. Huo Yutong pressed the gag against her lips. Wang Dong’er had no choice but to open her mouth. Just as she went to bite down, Huo Yutong shoved the discarded sock into her mouth, followed by the gag. She then squeezed the rubber bulb; the gag expanded like a sponge soaked in water, filling her oral cavity until her cheeks bulged and the bulb became perfectly round. "Mmph-mmph..." The foreign object pressed against her throat, triggering a violent gag reflex. Wang Dong’er trembled, struggling to breathe, every inhalation sending sharp stabs of pain through her waist and throat. Next came the blindfold and collar. Once blinded, the world plunged into darkness; her other senses sharpened. Huo Yutong connected a strap from the knee bindings to the collar, then shackled her ankles, tethering them to the harness behind her back to further restrict her movement. Huo Yutong retrieved the remaining toys—vibrators, beads, electric stimulators—and fitted them onto her. She set them to the lowest intensity; the tingling sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, leaving Wang Dong’er feeling strangely aroused. After adding cat ears and a plug-in tail, Huo Yutong hung a sign around her neck: *"Due to violation of academy rules, I am undergoing public penance as a warning to others..."* Huo Yutong then strapped a strange device to her thigh. The screen displayed: *Laps remaining: 30. Green button: -1 lap. Red button: +1 lap, increased toy intensity, +10 minutes to timer lock.* The device also featured a navigation system, and as Huo Yutong placed headphones over her ears, Wang Dong’er could follow the audio cues to find her way. "Alright, Yutong, take her for one lap, then let her handle the rest. This must serve as a proper warning!" "Yes, Dean." For Wang Dong’er, this restraint felt similar to her time in the Holy Spirit Cult, only back then it was metal; now, it was leather. Huo Yutong helped her up, but as soon as she stood, Wang Dong’er lost her balance and collapsed. "Mmph..." With her knees bent, head forced down, and wearing those boots, maintaining balance was impossible. Yet, having been through this before, she persisted, eventually managing to stand on her own. Yan Shaozhe had also provided a prisoner’s cart for when she could no longer continue, equipped with a wooden stock to lock her neck in place, forcing her to stay on her tiptoes. Given her boots, it was almost redundant. Huo Yutong put the cart away and waited for the signal. Yan Shaozhe gestured, and she led Wang Dong’er outside. Since this was merely a show, he hadn't restricted her soul power, and with Huo Yutong nearby, the "Eye-Winter" resonance kept the physical agony manageable, leaving her only with a dull ache. The sight of Wang Dong’er in her restraints quickly drew the attention of other students. They read the sign hanging from her neck: *"Due to violation of academy rules, I am undergoing public penance as a warning to others..."* The students’ faces paled. They hadn't been following the new regulations, and seeing Wang Dong’er in such a state... She was currently wandering near the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Engineer Academy with Wang Dong’er. She had no idea where Wang Dong’er had procured the academy uniforms, but they had effectively disguised themselves as students. Unlike Wang Dong’er, however, she was bound—a state of "disguised restraint." Over her uniform, a heavy coat tightly encased Wang Qiu’er’s body. She wore a mask that covered her nose and mouth, though a distinct, circular protrusion in the center betrayed what lay beneath. Beneath the coat, a pitch-black single-point harness pinned Wang Qiu’er’s arms firmly behind her back, forcing them flush against her torso. Her thighs, calves, and ankles were shackled with chains so short that she could only shuffle forward with a stumbling, precarious gait. A ball gag was wedged firmly between her teeth, rendering her completely mute. "Mmph..." Wang Qiu’er looked at Wang Dong’er with a mixture of confusion and helplessness, unable to grasp why she had been subjected to this. As it turned out, the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Engineer Academy had a specific curriculum: navigating public spaces while under total restraint without drawing unwanted attention. Since they were posing as students, they decided to commit to the assignment in its entirety. "Ahem..." Wang Dong’er gave a light cough and briefly explained the situation. Only then did it dawn on Wang Qiu’er. In truth, all the elaborate justification was merely a cover for Wang Dong’er’s restless hands. She had simply been itching to practice her knot-tying skills on Wang Qiu’er and had seized the first excuse she could find. It had to be said—the sensation of binding someone was intoxicating; no wonder that brat Huo Yuhao was always tying her up for his own amusement. "Mmph... mmm-hmmm..." Wang Qiu’er twisted her body, the metal shackles clinking with a crisp, rhythmic sound. Her muffled protests were shredded by the gag, and she dared not make too much noise. Wang Dong’er tilted her head, admiring her handiwork. She reached out to gently pinch Wang Qiu’er’s chin, looking every bit the artist who had just finished a masterpiece. "Stop struggling. I tied you up quite securely, and you wouldn't want to be discovered, would you?" Wang Dong’er crouched down to inspect the chains on Wang Qiu’er’s ankles. The links were incredibly short, meaning every step Wang Qiu’er took was restricted to a tiny, agonizing shuffle. The Imperial Academy’s curriculum was no-nonsense—unlike Shrek Academy’s "internal affairs." Wang Dong’er had once heard Meng Hongchen mention that every student was required to experience total restraint outside the academy walls. It was supposedly to train their adaptability in extreme environments. Some of the exercises were even more depraved—like being tossed into a park inside a locked crate, left for the public to stumble upon. Once Wang Qiu’er was thoroughly secured, Wang Dong’er slipped into the crowd, keeping a calculated distance. Wang Qiu’er bit down on the gag, a flush of heat rising to her cheeks. Many people passed by, but they only cast curious, fleeting glances before moving on. Clearly, the restraints hidden beneath her coat remained undetected. Biting hard into the gag, she forced herself to shuffle forward. The metal chains scraped softly against the fabric of her coat. She kept her head bowed, trying her best to make her movements appear natural. She navigated around a flowerbed, catching a glimpse of Wang Dong’er lurking not far behind. Just then, a lithe figure darted out from a side corridor and collided head-on with her, sending the stranger stumbling. "Ouch!" The girl steadied herself, rubbed her forehead, and looked up. Her face lit up with surprise. "Dong’er? What are you doing here?" Wang Qiu’er’s heart skipped a beat. Standing before her was a girl with long, striking silver hair—none other than Meng Hongchen. And it was clear that Meng Hongchen had mistaken Wang Qiu’er for the Wang Dong’er she knew. Noticing the heavy coat and the black mask, Meng Hongchen immediately sensed something amiss. She stepped closer and yanked open the coat, revealing the "scenery" beneath. Meng Hongchen’s eyes sparkled. "Wow, Dong’er! I thought you weren't interested. When I asked if you wanted to try it out, you said..." Meng Hongchen circled Wang Qiu’er with mounting excitement. "Not bad, very professional. You’re even wearing our uniform, and the chains are set so short... hmm, and that bulge in the mask—is that a ball gag? No wonder you can’t talk..." As she spoke, Meng Hongchen reached out to peel away the mask. Wang Qiu’er jerked her head back to avoid the touch, her shackles tangling and nearly sending her to the ground. Meng Hongchen quickly caught her, her arms hooking under Wang Qiu’er’s armpits, effectively pinning her even more securely. "Dong’er, what’s wrong? Why is your face so red?" Meng Hongchen noticed the crimson flush spreading from Wang Qiu’er’s ears down to her neck. "Is it too tight? Are you uncomfortable? Here, let me loosen it for you..." "Wait... the texture is wrong... you’re not Wang Dong’er!" Meng Hongchen had just brushed her hand against Wang Qiu’er’s firm, supple backside. It was soft and delicate, but for some reason, the sensation felt entirely different from what she expected. Wang Dong’er gave a dry cough, finally deciding to stop watching the show. She stepped out from behind, quickly moving to greet them and pulling Wang Qiu’er behind her. "Heh, long time no see..." The Tang Sect had prepared three carriages, specifically designated as private spaces for the three young couples. Jiang Nannan had volunteered to stand guard, and currently, Xu Sanshi, Ji Juechen, and Jing Ziyan were also outside. Tang Ya had originally intended for Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan to remain at the Tang Sect, but given their stubborn natures, she couldn't sway them and simply brought them along to serve as extra hands. Inside another carriage, Xiao Xiao was suspended in a "four-horse truss" position. This time, the configuration was different from her previous experiences; her soles were pressed firmly against the back of her head, leaving absolutely no room for movement. Her toes, bound tightly with thin cord for an extended period, had turned a strained, bruised purple. A heavy iron ball was suspended from her waist, its weight further crushing her body and leaving her in agonizing distress. Knowing her own lack of flexibility, Xiao Xiao had asked He Caitou to help her intensify her training. She had never attempted such high-intensity conditioning before and knew she wouldn't be able to handle it, so she had specifically insisted that He Caitou blindfold her, gag her, and plug her ears. This way, even if she wanted to back out, she would be unable to effectively plead for mercy. Since there was still a long distance from Shrek Academy to the Sun-Moon Continent, the thoughtful He Caitou had prepared a few small toys for her, intended to alleviate her suffering and find some pleasure amidst the pain. As for Bei Bei’s carriage, the atmosphere was far more tender. Having been separated from Tang Ya for so long, Bei Bei couldn't bear to truly bind her; if she were to get even a scratch from the ropes, his heart would ache. It was only at Tang Ya’s insistence that he complied, symbolically shackling her with a few light restraints—simple wrist and ankle cuffs that didn't significantly hinder her movement. "Ahhh... Dong'er, are you a puppy? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Catching Huo Yuhao off guard, Wang Dong'er bit down hard on his hand. Fortunately, Huo Yuhao had experience with this; he had long since prepared a countermeasure for such a little wildcat. He pulled out a vibrator, cranked it to the highest setting, and pressed it firmly against Wang Dong'er’s private parts. The intense stimulation forced her to release her bite, and Huo Yuhao took the opportunity to pull his arm away. "Hehe, Dong'er, time to accept your punishment... oh, wait, I mean your reward. What kind of reward would you like?" Huo Yuhao brandished his tools: the vibrator he had just used to torment her, and an exaggeratedly long deep-throat gag. Wang Dong'er regretted her sharp tongue immediately. She didn't want either of them, but she knew that if she said that, Huo Yuhao would undoubtedly force both upon her. After much hesitation, she reluctantly chose the deep-throat gag. Huo Yuhao smiled slightly; Wang Dong'er had fallen right into his trap. He gently pressed the switch on the gag, and the already intimidating device extended further, giving the impression it could reach all the way to her stomach. "Wuwuwu! Huo Yuhao, don't go too far!" Wang Dong'er instinctively turned her head away. Ignoring her protests, Huo Yuhao brought the gag to her lips, watching her silently. "Mmm..." "Fine, fine... just be gentle..." Wang Dong'er hadn't tried a gag of this length many times; she decided to treat this as training. Seeing her willingness to cooperate, Huo Yuhao was naturally delighted. A device like a deep-throat gag could easily cause injury if the subject resisted, and he wouldn't have dared to force it on her if she hadn't agreed. Huo Yuhao slowly inserted the gag into Wang Dong'er’s mouth. Before it was even a third of the way in, she felt a wave of discomfort and a rising gag reflex. Saliva began to pour from her mouth. As the device pushed deeper, her slender, snow-white neck visibly thickened around the obstruction. When it passed the halfway point, her breathing became labored, her cheeks flushed crimson, and intense spasms caused her to roll her eyes back. Seeing her in such distress, Huo Yuhao relented and retracted the length slightly. Just as he was about to wipe the drool from her chin, the carriage in front came to a sudden halt. Huo Yuhao was thrown forward onto Wang Dong'er, and by sheer coincidence, his arm slammed into the gag's control switch. Already at her limit, Wang Dong'er felt the device extend by another third. The gag pressed tightly against her esophagus, causing continuous friction, and the sudden, violent pain caused her to lose consciousness. A series of jeers echoed from the sky as a dozen figures descended, blocking the path of the Tang Sect’s caravan. "Hey, brothers, got any food? Spare some, won't you?" The leader, a fat man with a slovenly demeanor, was clearly a local thug. When he caught sight of Jiang Nannan outside the carriage, his eyes filled with greed, and drool began to leak from the corner of his mouth. He coughed a few times, straightened his clothes, tugged at his hair, and put on a mock-gentlemanly facade before sauntering toward Jiang Nannan. Jiang Nannan looked at the fat man with disgust, instinctively stepping back. Xu Sanshi immediately moved to shield her, which only further ignited the thug's anger. Just as he was about to lash out, Ji Juechen pressed his longsword against the man’s throat. "Get lost!" Ji Juechen’s voice was low, yet as cold as if it had risen from the depths of the abyss. The fat man lost all his previous arrogance. He knew that if he didn't retreat, this madman would surely cut him down on the spot. "You lot just wait!" The thug spat out a threat before hurriedly leading his lackeys away. Bei Bei asked, "Yuhao, do you think they might be..." "Unlikely. I scanned their strength; the strongest was only a Spirit Emperor. They’re probably just used to being bullies, but everyone should stay alert," Huo Yuhao replied, shaking his head. "Right," Huo Yuhao continued, "Second Brother, you should probably let Xiao Xiao down. It wouldn't be good if we ran into another emergency..." He Caitou looked embarrassed. "Little Junior Brother, I know that, but I already set a timer on the lock. I’m at a loss myself." "Sigh, alright then. Nannan, don't stay outside. Why don't you go look after Xiao Xiao?" "No problem," Jiang Nannan nodded. "Good. I’ll take point for the perimeter, Eldest Brother will assist me, and Second Brother..." After assigning tasks to everyone, Huo Yuhao returned to the carriage to remove the deep-throat gag from Wang Dong'er. However, because it was so deep in her throat, even the slightest pull caused her excruciating pain. It took Huo Yuhao nearly half an hour to extract even half of it. "Wuwuwu!" Because the gag was wedged in her throat, Wang Dong'er was deathly pale, tears streaming down her face, her body wracked with dry heaves. To make matters worse, the length-adjustment switch had malfunctioned. Finally, Huo Yuhao steeled himself—better a short pain than a long one—and swiftly yanked the rest of the gag out. "Mmm-cough, cough, cough..." Wang Dong'er was finally free, though her mouth remained locked in an open position. It took a long time for her complexion to return to normal. "Cough... cough... Yuhao, that thing is horrible. Don't ever make me wear it again." Huo Yuhao nodded quickly. Looking at her, he realized she would likely have a phobia of deep-throat gags from now on. "Yuhao, hurry and let me down, my arms are killing me..." Wang Dong'er twisted her wrists, which were still held by the single-hand cuffs. Having kept the same position for so long, she felt as if her arms were about to snap. Seeing this, Huo Yuhao quickly stepped forward to release the ropes, removed the cuffs, and began to massage her numb, unresponsive hands. The road to Mingdu was crowded and long, and encounters with thugs, bandits, and ruffians were common. Just like the fat man they had just dealt with, they had run into similar situations several times already. Constant delays were not a viable option, especially with their mission at stake. Thus, Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, and the others put their heads together to devise a brilliant plan. The standard-issue slave gear was a collar. Huo Yuhao distributed three styles among the group: most featured a small bell, while two rare variants were emblazoned with the words "Sow" and "Bitch." "Huo Yuhao! Did you do this on purpose? Why the hell did you give me the 'Sow' one!" Wang Qiu'er snapped, her temper flaring. She was certain Huo Yuhao was targeting her specifically. "Yeah, and why am I stuck with 'Bitch'!" Wu Feng immediately chimed in. Huo Yuhao was, of course, doing it on purpose, but she wasn't about to admit it. "It’s not like that. We only have so many of each; I’m really not picking on you." Fortunately, Wang Dong'er managed to calm Wang Qiu'er down, and Ning Tian pacified Wu Feng. Grumbling, they reluctantly buckled the collars around their necks. Slaves were, naturally, forbidden from wearing shoes or proper clothing. Huo Yuhao had them strip down to their undergarments and discard their footwear. She even assigned each of them a serial number, a humiliation that left them burning with shame—it made them feel like they were truly nothing more than property. First was Zhu Lu. As a Nether Civet, she had to be trussed up like a little cat. Her binding was straightforward, utilizing a pre-made set. Huo Yuhao had her get on all fours, then forced her thighs into a deep, painful fold, locking them in place with leather restraints. To further restrict her, Huo Yuhao applied thumb cuffs to her toes, binding them together. She did the same to Zhu Lu’s hands—folding, securing, and tightening in one fluid motion. To prevent any unwanted movement, Huo Yuhao forced Zhu Lu’s hands into fists, wrapping them in layers of tape until they were nothing more than rounded, immobile balls. With her limbs forced into a contorted, folded position, Zhu Lu was left prone on the ground. Huo Yuhao inserted a feline tail plug, fitted her with cat ears, a blindfold, a nose hook, and a ball gag. Finally, she strapped on knee and elbow pads and tethered her to the carriage. Next were the sisters, Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo. Their treatment was simpler. Huo Yuhao bound them in an intricate *kibaku* (tortoise shell) rope pattern, then fitted them with specialized mitts. She positioned them on either side of the carriage, securing their limbs. She then folded one leg of each girl upward, creating a single-leg suspension. With their remaining legs still mobile, Huo Yuhao slowly hoisted them into the air until they resembled figures in a mid-air kick. She lashed their legs together to form an archway, adorning them with various toys, and finished by sealing their senses with blindfolds, nose hooks, and ball gags. Then came Ning Tian. Considering her role as a support-type soul master, Huo Yuhao opted for a relatively "gentle" approach. Like Wang Dong'er before her, Ning Tian was bound to a wooden cross on the carriage. She wasn't weighed down by as many toys, though Huo Yuhao ensured she remained far from comfortable. Ning Tian’s legs were folded back and hoisted high, bound into an "M" shape, while her hands were forced into fists and taped into a "V" sign. The gag and other accessories were, of course, applied without exception. As for Wu Feng, her process was neither simple nor complex. Huo Yuhao first blindfolded her and gagged her, then turned to a single tool: industrial tape. Starting from the soles of her feet and working up to the crown of her head, Huo Yuhao wrapped her in layer after layer. Aside from small breathing holes left at the nose and hair, Wu Feng was encased in a tight, suffocating cocoon. Before the final layers, Huo Yuhao had inserted a few small toys to keep her "entertained." But she wasn't finished; she flipped Wu Feng over, hoisted her legs up into a *si-ma* (five-horse) spread, and taped her legs to her head, turning her into a living, breathing statue. Finally, there were Na'er and Wang Qiu'er. Knowing their stamina was high, Huo Yuhao prepared something special. Each was placed in her own carriage, fitted with heavy, thick shackles on their thighs, calves, and ankles. The chains were so short that the slightest movement resulted in a sharp, metallic clatter, making even lifting a leg an agonizing struggle. They were fitted with reinforced, tight-fitting mitts, and then came the headgear: horse-style bits. Since they were on the ground, Huo Yuhao allowed them to wear shoes—specifically, towering high heels embedded with internal "stimulants." The sensation they provided was something only they would ever know. With the Shrek group handled, Huo Yuhao turned to the Tang Sect. Xiao Xiao remained suspended in the *si-ma* position, though now she was hung outside the carriage. Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan, still trapped in their restrictive straitjackets, were fitted with the same heavy shackles as Na'er and Wang Qiu'er. Huo Yuhao then strung a rope between the two carriages, knotted at irregular intervals, forcing the women to move forward whenever the carriages shifted. They, too, were forced into high heels. Lastly, Wang Dong'er. Huo Yuhao chose a vintage approach: the wooden *cangue*. It had three holes—two small ones for the hands and a large one for the head. But Huo Yuhao added a sadistic twist: she forced Wang Dong'er to fold her body in half, threading her legs through the same frame as her head and hands before locking it shut. It was a contortion only a few could endure. To ensure she wouldn't be bored, Huo Yuhao attached octopus-style massagers to the soles of her feet. Every slave’s fate now rested in Huo Yuhao’s hands, for she held every key and every remote for their toys. A wave of anxiety rippled through the group, especially for Wang Dong'er. She had watched in horror as Huo Yuhao installed the devices on her body; the thought of them being activated was unbearable. Before being gagged, she had been forced to drink liters of water. Her bladder felt painfully distended. She had already suffered one accident today—if she lost control again, she would never be able to show her face in public ever again. “Mm-hmm.” Huo Yutong nodded. “Where are we going?” “To the Imperial Palace. But before that—this is a restricted area of the Imperial Palace. Miss Huo, please forgive us for any inconvenience.” ” The officer in charge held out the item in his hand for Huo Yutong to see. She glanced at it and realized it was a garment—heavy and covered in restraining straps. Huo Yutong said calmly, “Yes, I’m well aware of these rules.” The soldiers nodded and set to work. Their movements were swift and precise: first, they unfastened the competition-specific collar around Huo Yutong’s neck, then replaced it with another one. As soon as the collar was locked in place, Huo Yutong suddenly realized her soul power had vanished without a trace; she couldn’t even sense the slightest fluctuation in her spiritual energy. Now, Huo Yutong was no different from an ordinary person. As the soldiers unfolded the garment, Huo Yutong realized this was no ordinary restraint. The entire garment—or rather, the restraint suit—had a milky white hue, made of a material somewhere between leather and silk. The body of the suit was a single, seamless piece extending from the neck all the way down to just above the knees, with no separate openings in the middle—only a few zippers on the outside covering her private areas, which appeared to be openable. The surface of the restraint was covered with rows of snaps and keyholes, meaning that once she put it on, she would absolutely be unable to take it off on her own. To make matters worse, the lining of the restraint was covered with an extremely thin layer of soft, fluffy fabric, which, when pressed against her skin, caused a faint, tingling sensation—as if countless feathers were gliding across her body. Combined with the effect of the collar, this would completely immobilize Huo Yutong within the restraint suit. “Miss Huo, please excuse us.” The leading officer ordered his men to hold the garment open, and two soldiers stepped forward to begin dressing her. Huo Yutong offered no resistance and followed the officer’s instructions to the letter. The process was quite unique: she had to first slip both legs directly into the restraint suit before pulling it up over her body to ensure it fully enveloped her. Then Huo Yutong spread her arms wide and, cooperating with the soldiers’ movements, slipped her arms into the sleeves of the restraint suit. The moment her fingers slipped inside, she felt her hands fill with a layer of soft padding, making it impossible to move her fingers at all. The garment clung completely to her body, with every curve of her figure outlined seamlessly by the fabric. Her chest was pulled slightly backward by the garment, forcing Huo Yutong to stand up straight, while the straps at her shoulders restricted the range of motion in her upper body to a minimum. Next came the torso. A soldier on each side wrapped the straps of the restraint garment around her chest, then pulled them behind her back to fasten them together, locking each buckle on the front one by one. The moment the straps tightened, Huo Yutong could clearly feel a distinct sense of pressure on her body, and her breathing became much more rapid. Her waist was also cinched tightly by several straps. Huo Yutong glanced down and saw that her waistline had been constricted nearly to the limit; even bending over had become extremely difficult. Next came her legs. The lower half of the garment extended from the sides of her waist, hugging her legs all the way down to her knees. Two or three straps were attached to her thighs, and as the soldiers tightened each one in turn, Huo Yutong’s thighs became completely immobilized. That was still manageable; the most unbearable part was inside the restraint suit. Aside from the plush lining, a small vibrating device was attached to the crotch area, which was shaped somewhat like a butterfly and fit snugly against Huo Yutong’s private area, filling her to the brim. Fortunately, they hadn’t been turned on yet; otherwise, Huo Yutong might not even have been able to walk. Even so, because of the plush lining and the little device, Huo Yutong was already in great discomfort, her legs trembling uncontrollably. “Is this really necessary just to go to the palace?” As she watched the soldiers hand her a gag, blindfold, and earplugs, Huo Yutong seemed somewhat reluctant. Her soul power and mental energy had already been sealed, leaving her completely powerless to resist; now even her senses were being blocked... “I’m sorry.” The officer merely bowed his head slightly. Huo Yutong didn’t feel it was appropriate to say anything, so she could only let the soldiers fit her with the gag, blindfold, and earplugs. Next, the soldiers helped Huo Yutong into the prison cart. There was a circular opening at the top of the cart designed to secure her neck. After her neck was secured in place, the soldiers readjusted the height of the cart’s base. Only then did Huo Yutong realize that her feet were being pulled taut little by little, until finally only her toes were touching the ground, at which point the soldiers stopped adjusting the height. Huo Yutong was forced to stand on her tiptoes, with her body’s weight resting almost entirely on the balls of her feet; her toes curled slightly against the floor to maintain balance. “Ugh…” Huo Yutong couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan. But the soldiers didn’t stop there. They continued adjusting the shackles inside the prison cart, securing Huo Yutong completely within it—even the toes that were helping her maintain balance were shackled with a pair of very small cuffs. The officer carefully inspected the restraints on the prison cart. After confirming everything was in order, he draped another layer of black cloth over Huo Yutong and led the soldiers away. Huo Yutong waited restlessly inside the prison cart; with her senses obscured, her sense of touch became particularly acute. As the prison wagon jolted along the road, the bumpy ride caused the plush fabric inside Huo Yutong’s straitjacket to sway constantly. The down seemed to come alive on Huo Yutong’s body, gliding over every inch of her skin, spreading downward from her neck, sweeping across her chest, waist, and lower abdomen—as if thousands of ants were crawling over her all at once. The more Huo Yutong tensed her body, the closer the fleece inside the restraint suit pressed against her skin. The itch seeped deeper and deeper, almost penetrating to the very marrow of her bones. “Ugh…” Huo Yutong wanted to wriggle her body to rub against the itchy spots, but the restraint suit was tied far too tightly, and with her body firmly secured in the prison van, she found herself trapped in a vicious cycle: the more she struggled, the more the fleece inside the suit shifted, and even if she didn’t struggle, the fluff would still shift due to the prison van’s jolts. Then there was that little butterfly-shaped contraption in her crotch—originally nestled quietly in her most intimate spot. Although the padding was distinctly noticeable, it hadn’t yet been activated. But as the prison van jolted and her posture shifted ever so slightly, that area was inevitably subjected to pressure and friction. It brushed gently against her at her most vulnerable moment, along with the fluff, and every subtle touch made her involuntarily clamp her legs together. After being put through such an ordeal the entire way, Huo Yutong had long since exhausted all her strength; she didn’t even dare to breathe deeply, instead inhaling and exhaling slowly through the tip of her nose. "Ju Zi, regardless of everything else, I still want to thank you." Ju Zi waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly. "Enough, enough with that. Just strap me in tight, and then get out of here! If the others come back, you won't be able to leave." "Right." Huo Yutong took a deep breath, turned, and picked up the straitjacket—the very same one she had been wearing moments ago. Ju Zi had already turned her back to her, her arms hanging limply at her sides. "What are you spacing out for?" Ju Zi glanced back at her over her shoulder. Huo Yutong steadied herself, stepped forward, and slipped the straitjacket onto Ju Zi. Her movements were swift and precise, adjusting the tension of the garment to perfection. "Is it... is it too tight?" Huo Yutong asked. "It's fine. I can handle it," Ju Zi’s voice was softer than before. "Should I loosen it a bit?" "No. If you do, the others will see through the ruse." "Fine..." Huo Yutong tightened the straps one by one, clicking and locking each buckle into place. Inch by inch, the fabric clung to Ju Zi’s body, tracing the elegant, slender lines of her figure with suffocating precision. "What are you thinking about?" Ju Zi’s voice drifted from the front, laced with a casual, mocking amusement. "Considering how I treated you earlier, do you want to take your revenge now?" Huo Yutong shook her head slightly. A thought crossed her mind, but she struggled to find the words. "It’s just... I feel..." "Feel what?" Huo Yutong paused for a heartbeat, then whispered, "You really trust me..." Ju Zi remained silent. With all the straps pulled taut, Huo Yutong performed a final check of the locks. Satisfied, she stood up and took a few steps back, circling Ju Zi. The straitjacket had completely encased her; she was rendered utterly immobile, incapable of breaking free without assistance. "Done." Ju Zi tried to move, realized she was truly trapped, and nodded in satisfaction. "You’re quite proficient at this, aren't you?" "It's all just mindless, mechanical work..." "Enough. Now, just toss me back into that cage. By the time someone notices, you’ll be long gone." Huo Yutong nodded. She stepped to Ju Zi’s side and produced the hood Ju Zi had given her. It was pitch black, designed to cover the entire head to ensure Ju Zi’s identity remained concealed. Before putting it on, Huo Yutong blindfolded her and plugged her ears, then pulled the hood down, sealing her away. There was a circular opening at the mouth. Huo Yutong retrieved the matching gag—a long, cylindrical piece. She aligned it with Ju Zi’s mouth and pushed it in slowly, until the base of the gag sat flush against the surface of the hood. Huo Yutong then steadied Ju Zi’s body, carefully guiding her toward the cage. Ju Zi sank down against the cold iron bars, finding her corner and kneeling. Her posture was identical to the one Huo Yutong had been forced into earlier: forehead pressed against the floor, knees pinned to the base, her entire body curled within the cramped confines of the cage. Huo Yutong then secured the shackles firmly onto her limbs. Next, Huo Yutong produced two octopus-style massagers, fastening them tightly to the soles of Ju Zi’s feet before switching them on. The devices began to hum with a low vibration. Ju Zi couldn't help but let out a muffled, incoherent whimper, her toes curling and twitching frantically. Standing outside the cage, Huo Yutong stared at Ju Zi through the bars for a few seconds. Then, her form shifted, transforming into the likeness of "Ju Zi." With that, she strode out of the room. On the second day of the tournament, the organizing committee changed several rules overnight. The reason was simple: after witnessing the performances of Gu Yue and Huo Yutong, several sects had grown eager to emulate their combat style. And well... there was no "and then." Wang Qiu’er immediately pressed her knee into the small of Huo Yutong’s back, forcing her spine into an agonizingly straight line. She then threaded the remaining rope from the wrists toward the center of her back, crossing them over her shoulders before pulling them back to meet the wrist knots. Once tightened, she connected the entire assembly to the collar around Huo Yutong’s neck. Huo Yutong’s hands were now immovably fixed in the middle of her back, her elbows jutting outward, forcing her chest to arch forward involuntarily. Every attempt to draw a breath only served to pull the ropes tighter. That wasn't the end of it. Although her arms were suspended behind her, there were still gaps in the binding. What followed was brutal: Wang Qiu’er tightened the slack, forcing Huo Yutong’s already unnatural arm position into an even more painful configuration. Starting with the left arm, she wound the excess rope around Huo Yutong’s upper arm—now swollen and segmented like a lotus root—and lashed it tightly to the forearm, creating a sharp "V" shape. She repeated the process on the right. With both arms now in "V" positions, Wang Qiu’er wrapped several coils around Huo Yutong’s waist, using them as an anchor to pull the upper and lower arms together. With a final, violent tug, she cinched the two "V"s into a distorted "W." Huo Yutong’s back went rigid, the pressure on her chest intensifying instantly. She gasped, only to find her ribcage restricted to the point where she could only take shallow, frantic breaths. The tension from the collar fed directly into the arm ropes, creating a closed loop of agony from neck to shoulder to elbow to wrist, trapping Huo Yutong in a cycle of inescapable constriction. "H-huff... okay... Qiu’er, get me two more pairs of socks..." Huo Yutong managed to choke out. "Pervert," Wang Qiu’er muttered under her breath. Despite the comment, her hands didn't stop. Unable to find spare socks in the heat of the moment, she reluctantly peeled off her own and handed them over. Following Huo Yutong’s instructions, she shackled each of her ten fingers with thumb cuffs, then pulled the socks over them. The socks were long, and Wang Qiu’er carefully threaded them through the ropes on her wrists and forearms. She then shoved two small rubber balls into Huo Yutong’s palms. Huo Yutong instinctively curled her fingers around them, gripping them tight. Once satisfied, Wang Qiu’er wrapped the entire fist in layers of adhesive tape until it was completely encased, then topped it off with a pair of leather gloves, locking them securely. Huo Yutong’s fingers were now completely immobilized; the arm binding was finally complete. Wang Qiu’er crouched down to inspect her work, poking at the lotus-root-like indentations on Huo Yutong’s arms. The slightest touch made Huo Yutong wince. Even a slight tilt of her head pulled the collar taut, forcing her to keep her neck tilted back, which only tightened the ropes across her chest further. "Are you sure you're okay like this?" Even Wang Qiu’er, who usually clashed with her, couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. Huo Yutong gritted her teeth. "I'm... fine." "Fine. Shall we continue?" "Of course," Huo Yutong sighed. "I just want this over with." Wang Qiu’er wanted to dissuade her, but remembered the plan: Huo Yutong wasn't supposed to be the one bound. If things had gone differently, it would have been her or Na’er. Huo Yutong had essentially dug her own grave. It wasn't that she wanted this, but with the Undead Half-Plane, the control should have been hers. However, Na’er’s spatial abilities could bypass her domain, and with "Old Tang" as a contingency, Huo Yutong realized she was the most suitable candidate for this role. The second half began: binding the legs. It was exhausting work, so Huo Yutong had Na’er and Ye Guyi take over. Following Huo Yutong’s directions, Na’er pressed her legs together, binding them in a sequence—thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and feet—using a method of horizontal lashing and vertical cinching. It was crude and effective; every loop was pulled until it bit deep into the flesh before being knotted. Ye Guyi then took another coil of rope, securing the thigh and knee sections together, then the calves and ankles, and finally binding each toe individually with thin twine, connecting them all to the ankles. Once that was done, Na’er folded Huo Yutong’s legs backward, pressing them against the back of her thighs, and lashed them into place. Finally, she ran three tension lines connecting the arms to the legs, the wrists to the ankles, and the ankles to the neck, trussing Huo Yutong into a complete "four-horse" hogtie. "Alright, what now?" Na’er wiped the sweat from her brow. Huo Yutong thought for a moment. "Hmm... just hand me over to Elder Xuan and the others. And blindfold me, gag me, and strip away my hearing and smell." "It has to be that complicated?" Na’er asked, curious. "It’s fine," Huo Yutong replied coldly. "We’ve come this far." For the eyes, she had Na’er prepare three layers: blinders, tape, and two eye masks. Na’er applied the blinders, had Huo Yutong close her eyes, wrapped them in layers of tape, and secured the first mask. After locking it, she wrapped more tape over the mask and added a second one, locking it as well. Her vision was now completely and utterly sealed. The ears were treated similarly: cotton balls were stuffed deep into the canals, sealed with wax, followed by noise-canceling earplugs, more cotton, another layer of wax, and finally, a pair of heavy-duty noise-canceling headphones. Huo Yutong was now completely isolated from the world. After the final instructions, she let Na’er and Ye Guyi finish the gag. They took their own socks, rolled them into tight balls, and stuffed them into both sides of her mouth, puffing out her cheeks and pinning her tongue down. When Na’er pushed the large horse-bit gag into place, Huo Yutong felt her jaw stretched to its absolute limit. The gag was oversized, requiring significant effort to lock. Once secured, Na’er wrapped tape around the entire mouth and nose, leaving only two tiny pinpricks for air, and covered those with the remaining socks. Finally, the localized adjustments: Na’er placed two transparent suction cups over Huo Yutong’s nipples, which automatically adhered to the skin. She then applied a series of electrode pads across her chest, abdomen, waist, legs, and soles, connecting them to a control unit strapped to her thigh. Lastly, six octopus-style massagers and vibrating eggs were placed under her armpits, abdomen, and soles, with their controls mounted on her other thigh. As Na’er was securing the devices, she accidentally brushed the switch on the thigh strap. The moment her finger left the button, the electrodes surged with electricity. A jolt of current raced from the soles of her feet, through her thighs and abdomen, and straight to her brain. The sensation was a mix of numbness and sharp, piercing pain. Huo Yutong’s muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and a muffled whimper escaped her gagged mouth. Na’er panicked and tried to turn it off, but accidentally triggered the massagers and vibrating eggs as well. They began to churn violently against her armpits, abdomen, and soles. The vibrating eggs hummed at a high frequency against her skin. Trapped in the hogtie position with her limbs folded back, Huo Yutong couldn't even attempt to dodge. The massagers dug precisely into her most sensitive spots, her toes curling and uncurling in rhythmic spasms. The electricity surged through her, a tide of麻痒 (numbness and itching) and pain that left her gasping for air. Her fingers, wrapped in socks and leather gloves, clawed at her palms, nearly crushing the rubber balls. She thrashed, trying to arch her back, but the tension lines only pulled her tighter, the ropes biting deeper into her skin with every movement. She shook her head violently, desperate for them to stop, but the cotton and earplugs rendered her deaf to her own cries. The gag was soaked with saliva, her jaw aching, the bit pressing deep into her throat. She couldn't even swallow. She was forced to breathe through the tiny holes in the tape, her rhythm shattered by the shocks and the relentless tickling. Oxygen deprivation set in, leaving her dizzy and drenched in a cold sweat. Her chest heaved, and within minutes, she felt on the verge of collapse. Her eyes, hidden behind the masks, rolled back as her consciousness began to fray. Unbeknownst to her, a yellowish fluid began to leak from the transparent bag on her thigh, and a milky substance began to seep from the suction cups on her chest. "Na’er, what setting did you put that on?" Wang Qiu’er watched, horrified. She couldn't even imagine what she would do if she were in that position. "I... I don't know..." Na’er shook her head. But, fortunately, the devices between her legs hadn't been activated yet—those were the real heavy hitters. Wang Dong'er was secured to the prisoner cart, her binding posture remaining unchanged. Once again, she was blindfolded, her neck locked firmly into a wooden cangue that rendered her body immobile. On the floor of the cart sat a switch—a seesaw-like mechanism; the moment she failed to maintain her balance, the floor would tilt, leaving her feet dangling in mid-air. Wang Dong'er was forced to stand on her tiptoes, straining to keep her legs from trembling. The cart rolled through the academy grounds, a loudspeaker mounted atop it broadcasting a repetitive, humiliating announcement: "I, the offender, am currently undergoing punishment for violating school regulations. This public display serves as a warning to all..." Although Wang Dong'er’s soul power remained unsealed, her condition was far from ideal. Having been forced into heel-less shoes for hours, the constraints had pushed her arches into a painful, unnatural curve, her insteps forced into a rigid, pointed tension. The prolonged strain had long since turned into a dull, throbbing ache that radiated from her feet, up her legs, and finally throughout her entire body. The toys attached to her body hummed incessantly, and Wang Dong'er whimpered, feeling as though she were nearing her breaking point. The cart was rigged with cameras, meticulously recording her every movement and uploading the data to the Shrek Academy servers. One camera was positioned directly in front of her face; under normal circumstances, she might have maintained her composure, but now, she felt utterly mortified. A nose hook pulled at her delicate, upturned nose, severely compromising her usual beauty. More humiliating still, a pair of her own panties was draped over her face, the crotch pressed firmly against her philtrum, still stained with the hardened, viscous traces of her own fluids. As the first "example" to be made, she was being handled with absolute severity. It wasn't until nightfall that she was finally released, though a complication arose: the timer lock had malfunctioned. While she could have easily shattered the mechanism, it was a proprietary piece of Shrek technology with research value, so she had no choice but to endure the indignity of sleeping in her restraints. When Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan returned from the Tang Sect and heard the news, they volunteered to look after her. Fortunately, the academy hadn't locked her shoes, allowing them to be removed. Wang Dong'er lay prone on the bed as Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan each took one of her small feet, beginning a gentle massage. "Mmmph..." With the gag still locked in place, she could only emit muffled, incoherent sounds. Yet, it was clear she was relishing the relief; her feet were finally free from the agonizing, arched posture. With the added comfort of the massage, she couldn't help but enjoy it. Xiao Xiao grabbed one of Wang Dong'er’s small feet and pressed her nose against the sole. Having been trapped in non-breathable shoes all day without socks, her feet were slick with sweat and carried a faint, pungent musk. "Ew... Dong'er, your feet stink!" Xiao Xiao wrinkled her nose, feigning disgust. "Mmmph!" Wang Dong'er’s face flushed a deep, burning red. "Oh?" Jiang Nannan leaned in, pressing her own nose against the foot to take a sniff. It certainly had a scent. "Hehe, Dong'er, you really aren't very hygienic!" "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Wang Dong'er felt deeply aggrieved—today was an exception! She promised herself she wouldn't smell like this again! "Well then, as punishment, Dong'er, I’m going to have to discipline you..." "Mmmph!" Wang Dong'er shook her head, realizing Xiao Xiao intended to tickle her soles. "Hahaha..." Xiao Xiao flicked out her tongue, licking the soles of Wang Dong'er’s feet. The sensation was electric, the ticklish assault sending shivers straight to her brain. Wang Dong'er burst into uncontrollable laughter, twisting her body frantically. "Nannan, come help me!" Seeing this, Jiang Nannan sat directly on Wang Dong'er’s back, pinning her legs down firmly. Xiao Xiao seized the moment, producing a pair of thumb cuffs to lock Wang Dong'er’s big toes together before launching another attack with her tongue. "Hahaha..." Watching Wang Dong'er struggle, Jiang Nannan grew thoughtful. They hadn't sealed her soul power; even with the restraints, Wang Dong'er possessed the strength to easily break free of her hold. Jiang Nannan smiled slightly—*So that’s it, Wang Dong'er, you’re actually enjoying this.* She signaled to Xiao Xiao, who nodded and produced a rope, binding Wang Dong'er securely to the bed while simultaneously snapping a soul-power-suppressing collar around her neck. Wang Dong'er realized instantly that she had played herself. She tried to struggle, but with the collar now active, she was truly powerless. Xiao Xiao picked up the discarded heel-less shoes, sniffing the opening. A wave of stale leather and sweat hit her. "Ugh," she waved her hand in disgust. Working in perfect sync, Jiang Nannan forced Wang Dong'er to lift her head, and Xiao Xiao shoved the shoe opening directly over her nose. Seeing the dark, cavernous interior of the shoe, Wang Dong'er shook her head wildly. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Tape was wrapped layer by layer, securing the shoe firmly over her face. "Ugh..." Wang Dong'er gagged, but the gag blocked her throat, and the suffocating, concentrated stench nearly brought her to tears. With the shoe in place, Xiao Xiao folded Wang Dong'er’s legs back against her thighs, binding them tightly. Xiao Xiao pulled the legs upward while Jiang Nannan lifted her torso, the two of them exerting force until Wang Dong'er’s body was arched into a deep, strained bow. Because she was wearing a single glove, they couldn't compress her further, so Xiao Xiao settled for connecting the leather cuffs to the glove and then to the collar, completing a makeshift "four-horse" binding. But a simple four-horse wasn't enough. Xiao Xiao scanned the ceiling, spotting several iron rings. "Hehe, looks like Dong'er has played with suspension before!" Connecting the ropes to the ceiling hooks, they hoisted Wang Dong'er into the air. Xiao Xiao rummaged through the room, uncovering a stash of toys: massagers, candles, and small whips. Returning to their captive, the two continued to tease Wang Dong'er’s flushed, sensitive feet, and until the dead of night, the room echoed with the sound of her helpless, high-pitched laughter.