The infiltration operations of the former Virgin

"Is that it?" "Not yet. There's a chastity belt for your lower body, just needs to be fastened to keep everything inside from falling out..." The chastity belt was made of a silver metal T-bar and white silk material. The inside was lined with tentacles that perfectly conformed to the skin. Once fastened, Irene felt her lower body was completely sealed, as if not a single drop of fluid could escape. The pleasure beads at her rear and her clitoris were exposed, making her feel even more embarrassed. The connecting chain between the thigh rings and the clitoral tug also restricted her mobility. Scarlett picked up a pair of white silk garter stockings and elbow-length gloves from the side. As she helped Irene put them on, she explained, "My lady, these are products of the Netherworld Spider Queen's silk, processed with lightning. These items will restrict your movements. When you control your limbs with your brain, these silk materials can transmit electrical signals to issue opposite commands, controlling your posture." "Your design is quite thoughtful, you know..." "I never imagined I'd be able to bind a peerless beauty like you with my own restraint set!" Scarlett's face showed that lecherous expression again, almost drooling. "Alright, if this falls through, you'll be the first to die, understand! Once I'm changed, we'll leave immediately. Don't you dare undo any of this! Not a single mistake is allowed!" Irene emphasized again. "Yes, I understand! Please lift your foot again and put on these high heels. The toes of the heels have retractable beads that will punish your toes... And this anklet can be tightened to the point of keeping your legs together." Standing up in these high heels, which, with the 4cm platform, were a full 16cm tall, Irene felt as if she were standing on her toes, her feet stretched to their limit. The perfect height tormented her delicate feet while preserving the beauty of their shape. She tried to walk a few steps, unaccustomed to high heels. A 30cm crystal chain between the heel straps prevented her from taking unladylike strides. Once all these intimate garments were on, Scarlett produced some clasps and, from bottom to top, connected the thin chain of the high heels, the thigh rings, the chastity belt, the corset, and the bra one by one. There were two metal chains, front and back, between the bra, corset, and chastity belt. "Speaking of which, my lady, do you usually not wear underwear?" "Yes, yes I do! What about it! I have holy light protection, so I won't be exposed! Underwear is just uncomfortable, it rubs against my body... and it affects my combat!" Irene, whose body had been completely exposed, no longer hid this secret, but she was still very shy talking about it with the girl she had just met. "Huh? Then why today..." "I was teleported here suddenly! If I were preparing for a proper fight, I definitely wouldn't wear it... Why are you asking this! Believe it or not, I'll stab you right now!" Anger was always a good way to cover up her shyness. Irene reformed the short rod in her hand and swung it a couple of times. To her surprise, Scarlett closed her eyes and spread her arms. "To be able to offer my first time to a saintess like you would be wonderful. Come on!" [Damn it! I feel so frustrated, like punching cotton!] "Speaking of which, your design is quite complicated with so many things to wear inside. It's really too perverse!" In her embarrassment, Irene changed the subject. "Hehe, there's no helping it, my lady. You'll be wearing this long dress next!" It was a sleeveless, form-fitting evening gown in blue and white. The three-dimensional cut at the bust, combined with the restraint bra, perfectly accentuated the plump curves of Irene's chest. Her already slender waist was tightened by the corset and further enhanced by the wide lace waistband of the outer dress, making it appear even more symmetrical. The entire gown draped down to her feet. Even more stunning were two wide, light blue silk ribbons that spiraled around the entire dress. These ribbons first wrapped around the saintess's smooth neck, then crossed over her chest, rejoining at her waist and lower abdomen before intertwining several times on her legs, finally extending outwards slightly at the hem. The rest of the hem in front of her legs was made of almost transparent white sheer material, allowing her long legs, adorned with stockings and high heels, to be seen faintly. The other parts of the hem were made of light blue silk. The blue hem below her knees resembled a cake layered with multiple dollops of cream. This gown showcased the girl's beautiful figure while adding an air of nobility. Yet, no one would imagine that such a beautifully adorned girl was to play the role of the Demon King's personal sex slave. "It seems a bit difficult to walk... Fortunately, the hem isn't as wide as the wedding dresses worn by noble brides. Whatever..." All the excessive little toys had been tucked away. What was a narrow evening gown in comparison? Turning her body again, Irene felt something was slightly off. "This seems... a bit too fitting, doesn't it?" "Well, you are the previous saintess. Especially during that final battle, many demons saw you! Since the Demon King didn't know what the current saintess looked like, he asked me to design it based on your image. I never expected that by chance, it would actually be worn by you. It looks absolutely stunning!" "It... does make sense, I suppose." Irene specifically circulated her blood magic and found everything to be normal. It seemed this restraint, designed according to the human saintess, was definitely focused on limiting the use of light magic. "Now, please place your hands behind your back and hold this sword with your palms." "Like this?" Irene gestured behind her back. For a powerhouse like her, the restraint on her arms was not a concern. "No, your hands need to be flipped upwards, like praying with your hands clasped behind your back." "This pose is really troublesome! And this is actually a sword? It looks a bit like a cross in this scabbard." The scabbard of the cross sword in front of her was adorned with purple patterns resembling mandalas. The dark blue scabbard gave a sense of contained power. The hilt at the top also had a circular opening, which would later be connected to the collar that would secure her neck with a chain. It had to be said that this method of restraining the girl with her hands behind her back, holding a sword, was novel and somewhat noble. "This is actually just a decorative item. Inside is a toy sword. Both the sword and the scabbard have pre-drilled holes that allow the handcuffs restraining you and the silk threads used to bind your fingers to pass through." With Irene holding the sword in this strange position, her wrists were also restrained by a pair of metal handcuffs. The sword had small pre-drilled holes in the middle, allowing the chain of the handcuffs to pass through. Her ten delicate fingers, covered by the long gloves, were also bound by Scarlett with silk material matching the gloves, connected through the small pre-drilled holes. This way, Irene's hands were tightly bound to the sword. The bottom of the sword was locked to the corset with a chain, forcing her to keep her back straight. Scarlett then picked up a long blue satin ribbon, threaded it through Irene's wasp waist, wrapped it around her elbows a few times, and finally tied a large bow, encasing part of the scabbard and her arms. This added a girlish touch while also being quite eye-catching. "This way, my body really can't move... Is that collar the last item?" "Yes, my lady. The collar will be locked to the hilt of the sword behind you, securing your body. Then, the gag and the blindfold will also need to be worn, but those two are relatively independent items and don't need to be worn all the time. However, in front of the demons, your mouth at least needs to be covered. So, you see... after the collar is put on and secured with another chain, all the devices will start working and limit your strength." "Put it on. We've come this far. Besides, I don't feel like my strength is limited much..." With a crisp click, the collar was secured around the beautiful saintess's neck. This platinum collar looked somewhat like a noblewoman's, unlike a slave collar symbolizing the humble status of the wearer. A set of chains extended downwards from the front of the collar, passed through Irene's cleavage, which was made more prominent by the bra, and connected directly to the corset below. Irene felt that the chain pressed between her breasts was becoming somewhat different, more like a rope with small barbs. The design of the gown, while revealing Irene's perfect collarbones, did not conceal this chain. As the final components were assembled, all the equipment on her body began to work. "What, my breasts, what's happening! Ahhh! Something's gone in!" The first to react was the bra. Irene felt her nipples being sucked and expanded. Two small objects were inserted into her breasts, and then they began to swell. The internal pressure, combined with the restriction at the base of her breasts like breast clamps, made her poor soft flesh incredibly uncomfortable. "This way, I can't move, but I don't feel like my magic is blocked. I'll try to use it..." As Irene tried to channel light elements, all the devices within her body activated. The vibrator and pleasure beads in her lower body began to vibrate as they sucked on her sensitive inner walls. The immense stimulation made her unable to stand, and combined with the restriction of the high heels and anklet on her balance, she fell to the ground. "Hahahaha, ah! What, this is so stimulating! More than I thought, ah! But I can still... move..." [Wait, what's going on!] The vibrator, along with the other small toys in her nether regions, pulsed, sending wave after wave of stimulation through the virgin saint. Sprawled on the ground, she could only writhe, like a caterpillar ensnared in a spider's web. Yet, no matter how she moved, the stimulation did not abate. The heat generated by the crystal's energy absorption only worsened her already agitated body, restless with burgeoning lust. "Seriously, this is insane. I can barely use my light element abilities. A 'Saint Restraint Set,' designed specifically for a saint! Usually, magical restraints work by blocking perception. I really underestimated this. I should have tried to channel some magic earlier. Thankfully, to defeat the Demon King, I also learned Blood Magic. This outfit is too dangerous; I need to destroy it now!" After failing to channel light magic, Irene attempted to draw upon the power of Blood Magic. But as soon as she invoked the power of the absorbed blood, the demonic sword on her back exuded an incredibly potent pressure. The energy she had painstakingly gathered was instantly scattered by this oppressive force. "Why is this happening! Let me try again, I don't believe it! No! It's still no use. The moment that pressure emerged, the energy I gathered was instantly dispersed... How can this be? Blood Magic is already a highly advanced form of dark magic, yet facing the sword's pressure, it flees like a rabbit from a tiger! Damn it, this is no mere decoration! This is at least a demonic sword!" "What are you doing? Why aren't you standing up?" Scarlette watched the saint writhing on the ground, finding it quite peculiar. Although, she mused, this dress wouldn't be stained by anything she disapproved of. "With this level of light element, I... I can at most kill a few goblins... Blood Magic is completely suppressed by the sword, I can't use it... W-what do I do? I can't suppress this pleasure any longer... I've heard that a girl's orgasm is very comfortable, I've never experienced it... But am I really going to climax like this, restrained like a lamb to the slaughter, by these damned toys?" "Ahhhhhh!" The saint, attempting to channel her magic, was ultimately overwhelmed by the various stimuli and brought to climax. Her body naturally tensed, but the restraints all over her quickly held her fast, intensifying her despair and helplessness. Lying on the ground, gasping seductively under the pressure of the corset, she had never felt so humiliated, unable to rise, writhing like some lowly insect. The most desperate part was that even though she could sense magic, she couldn't control it effectively. The light element was somewhat usable, but Blood Magic was completely sealed off. The demonic sword on her back, restricted by the handcuffs and incredibly strong silken threads, had become one with her arm, even her entire upper body. If not for the scabbard, she would have been overwhelmed by the terrifying stimulation. "Um, Saint... if you can manage, we can get up and be on our way..." "Hurry and tell her to release me! No, I can't let her know I can't release myself! Otherwise, I'll definitely be sent to the Demon Realm. Am I really going to travel with her like this? I really overestimated myself this time! No, there will be opportunities on the road, I'll find a way to trick her into releasing me! Right, that restriction! I'll try it! Although it also requires light element to activate, it shouldn't need channeling, just concentration." Irene once again gathered light element, then activated the restriction deep within Scarlette's mind. The latter immediately collapsed on the ground, begging for mercy. "Ughhh, what, what's wrong now? Did this, this little one do something wrong again? Ahhh!" Both girls fell to the ground, one writhing like a sausage being forced to rotate in a rotisserie, the other clutching her head and shaking her body. Their sounds were also different; one emitted a moan akin to a lover's ecstasy, while the other simply groaned to vent the persistent, agonizing pain in her head. "Thankfully, this restriction still works... It's just that, for a long time, I won't be able to hold on... Damn it, I didn't expect someone who seemed to have so little magic could create such powerful restraints! If it were Mei Xin, she'd be completely finished... I really underestimated her. She seems so delicate on the surface, but considering she can deal with the Demon King, she must have some skills!" "Do you know? Right now, I am the saint, completely bound. And you are the sole survivor, the victor of this entire army. I was merely testing the suppression on my body just now. If I were to struggle with my full strength, this outfit would likely be ruined. If the plan falls apart, I will detonate the restriction in your mind! Scattering your soul!" "Yes, yes! This little one understands!" "Then, help me up first. It's time to be on our way..." "Thankfully, if she had seen through me, it would have been all over. If she had sent me directly to the Demon King, I would have had no chance. The way she looked at me just now, she might have imprisoned me... I'll have to find a way to escape later!" "Speaking of which..." Irene's mouth wasn't gagged now, but the all-encompassing restraints and her inability to use magic made speaking difficult. "You designed it like this, this outfit wouldn't have a cliché name like 'Saint Restraint Set,' would it!" "Ah, yes, my lady! The true name of this outfit is - the Saint Demon Sword Scabbard." "Since that's the case, let's be off!" Scarlette, pulling the chain extending from her collar, her luggage slung over her shoulder and backpack on, forced a playful smile through her exhaustion. "How is it, Elder Sister, how does yesterday's panty smell?" Irene, who had just "Hoo, this magical girl is really not cheap..." Staring at the large suitcase lying quietly on the ground, from which faint whimpers could be heard, Scarlet felt a complex mix of emotions. "What, is one hundred million a lot for a refiner like you?" "A lot, of course it's a lot! If I were selling trash, I'd have to sell a lot. If it were top-tier equipment, it wouldn't be too much, but who would want to sell something they worked so hard to create?" "Never mind, it's not your money..." Ludia's expression wasn't exactly pleasant. As the city lord, if he dared to sell Bai Yu, he must have had some backroom dealings. It was impossible to have the auction house handle such an unprecedented exhibit without paying a price, not to mention the pressure he had to bear. As the final auction hammer fell on the wooden table, the ownership of this unprecedented auction item was decided. Forcing Bai Yu into a suitcase for transport was a last resort, and Ludia wanted to kill that overly enthusiastic auctioneer. It was no use; the allure of mating with a human genius Archmage to enhance one's power and enjoy her milk was too terrifying in Nita City, let alone the two bonus items. After the auction, their group did not return to Ludia's residence. For easier research, they headed to the underground milk factory they had visited before. The exterior of the factory had not yet fully recovered from Bai Yu's attack, but its internal operations had resumed. "Mmm, mmm..." Upon opening the suitcase, the girl curled up inside was revealed. Still blindfolded and gagged, she could neither see nor speak. The nipple clamps continued to torment her buds. Though no longer as painful after prolonged pressure, her nipples were erect and slightly purplish from lack of circulation. With the vibrator sealed in her leather panties, working subtly, the girl occasionally let out alluring, hazy moans through the gag. "Eek! Her body is so hot..." Ludia exclaimed as he held the pitifully vulnerable girl, whose honeyed juices were already overflowing and dripping down her thighs. "Mmm, these two little toys are set to a delicate level. They stimulate her without allowing her to climax, so it's natural for her body to overheat... Wait, it seems she's also been drugged!" "Drugged? I specifically told those guys, and they still pulled this stunt!" "Exactly, a love potion! This is a very wicked method of control. It not only slowly enhances the slave's sensitivity but also gradually accumulates in the body. Over time, even the most chaste girl will become unbearably lewd! And Bai Yu has no magic in her body right now, making it difficult to resist the potion's effects..." Scarlet closed the vibrator and rummaged through her backpack, pulling out a bottle of blue liquid and shaking it. "Fortunately, I have a solution. I'll use a sedative combined with this liquid to suppress it, and then use a regular aphrodisiac to let her release it herself!" The second bottle of pink liquid was slowly poured into the cup. After mixing, the small ball in Bai Yu's mouth was removed. Still unaccustomed, her jaw was numb and couldn't close, slightly easing the process of drinking the medicine. "There, that should do it. We'll give it some time, and a few more orgasms will be enough!" "Alright, I'll help you find a large room to move the supplies you bid on and her into, so she has more space to move. You can start your research first. I have to go out later to receive a batch of herbs, which should be useful." After her blindfold was removed, Bai Yu's eyes lacked any spirit. As she was lifted, her small face was flushed red. If not for the handcuffs and restraints, she would probably be masturbating. After finding a room, Ludia placed the still dazed girl on a table resembling an operating table and left. "Hey, hurry up... You promised, you'd let me pee..." Asking someone to let her pee was too shameful, a request only Elin dared to make when everyone else had left. "Don't rush, I'm coming, I'm coming! But Sister Elin lost the game, so no cheating at night from now on!" "I know... It's just sleeping together, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh..." Thinking about the game, Elin regretted being tempted by the vibrator back then, which resulted in her having to sleep in the same bed with this perverted loli every night. She knew Scarlet's sleeping habits; she'd probably treat her like a soft and comfortable beautiful girl pillow again. "Hiss, ah... Mmm..." The moment the nipple clamps were released, the rush of blood returning to the highly sensitive nerve endings caused by the blockage brought a sharp, itchy pain, making Bai Yu cry out. Her face contorted, but she remained unconscious. "Honestly, these people, they only know how to treat girls with such crude things! Fortunately, they only used an aphrodisiac to control her. I have to say, magical girls are perfect for restraint and training. Not only do they look good when transformed, but if you take away their transformation device, they can't resist, hee hee..." Despite saying this, Scarlet had no intention of releasing Bai Yu. She chained her to the side with a chain extending from her collar and then rummaged through her bag for something Elin couldn't understand. "Here I come, Sister Elin! Time to pee!" "Pee? Wait, what are those things in your hand? Shouldn't you go to the bathroom?" Elin, having a rough idea that Scarlet had some long, transparent tubes, some unidentifiable liquids, and some restraints in her hand, felt a wave of fear. Why did she need so many things just to go to the bathroom? "Oh my!" Scarlet chuckled as the usually strong saint looked at her with the worried eyes of a frightened kitten. "Sister Elin, do you really think you can go to the bathroom normally by yourself? That's impossible!" "Why not? You can let me go to the bathroom, lift my skirt, and then, then let me squat down..." Although saying this was embarrassing, Scarlet's hands looked much worse. "Don't have such fantasies, Sister Elin! You know how messy it would be if you did it that way. If you ask me, can Sister Elin hold it in without a urethral lock?" "Hold... I can't hold it anymore..." More than the discomfort, Elin was more afraid of the shame of incontinence. "Then, if I were to remove the urethral lock now..." "No, absolutely not!" As a saint, Elin didn't even know about masturbation. She certainly had no understanding of sensitive and delicate areas like the urethra. "It's better to just have an enema! Otherwise, if it gets on your skirt, your nightmares tonight will only get worse!" "Huh? Hey, don't, don't pull! What are you doing now!" The traction chain was in someone else's hand, and the sucking and pulling pain from her nipples made her walk. "Enema? What's that!" "An enema will be very comfortable, and it's good for your body, it will expel all the impurities! If Sister Elin really wants to pee herself, then it would be more convenient to break free from your restraints and pee!" "What a..." This wasn't the first time Elin had heard Scarlet say, "If you want to do XX, break free from your restraints!" The most awkward part was that she couldn't break free herself, and if she maintained her unsealed power, it would be problematic to refuse at this point. "Alright then, how do you do an enema..." "That's the spirit! Come, lie down on your stomach first, and then stick your butt up!" "What a joke! I'd rather die here than be your sex slave! Ah, ugh!" Two tentacles whipped across her back, striking the unprotected areas not covered by her corset. Compared to a leather whip, the flaccid tentacles didn't inflict much damage. This allowed the Demon King to lash Irene forward with impunity; the tentacle strikes only brought pain and a burning sensation, leaving behind a few drops of viscous fluid. The damage was minimal, but the humiliation was immense. The dignified Saintess was now trapped in a fleshy, tentacled passage, clad in such a lewd, reflective leather restraint suit. Her sensitive core was bound by small rings, her limbs severely restricted, and she was dragging a heavy iron ball symbolizing her captive status. It would be a miracle if she were to willingly submit to the Demon King's will. Of course, how could the Demon King not anticipate the Saintess's little thoughts? Besides using extra tentacles to wrap around her collar and drag her forward, activating the three small rings to punish her, the shadowy figure sneered, "Hmph, not walking? Then let's see what Miss Saintess looks like now!" Magic condensed into a mirror, allowing Irene to properly admire her own blood-pumping physique. When confined in the restraint dress, she at least appeared to be a delicate young lady. But this restraint suit, collar, and nipple rings filled her mind with the shameful words: sex slave. "You're blushing, are you excited seeing yourself dressed like this?" "No, no! You bastard... I will absolutely, absolutely not forgive you! This kind of humiliation, even if I become a ghost after death, even if I'm reincarnated in the next life, I won't let you go!" "Hahahaha, I don't want such a beautiful Miss Saintess to die! I told you, you'll be with me forever! But then..." The mirror began to coalesce, transforming into a brilliant crystal radiating multicolored light. The shadowy figure pointed a finger at the crystal, which spun in mid-air, and said, "Hehehe, what would those humans think if they saw their Saintess looking like this?" "You, you!" "Ah! That would be a truly amusing sight! Would those lowly creatures think of saving their Saintess, or would they grab their dicks and have their way with her!" "No! They, they will definitely think of saving me!" "Oh? Have a little confidence in your own beauty. I dare say any man who sees Miss Saintess like this right now wouldn't be able to resist!" "You, you're lying!" While she could endure physical torment, this assault on her psychological defenses was something Irene, who had always been adored, could not bear. "When has this King ever lied? How about this, I'll record it with this crystal today, and when the time is right, I'll broadcast it to the humans!" "You, you can't do that! You, you demon!" "I am a demon, thank you for the compliment, hahahahaha! And also, Miss Saintess is scared. You were so confident just now, saying you wouldn't, and now you're like this?" "It's not that, I, I just..." Her face flushed crimson, Irene was terrified of her shameful appearance being displayed. Perhaps no one understood better than she did that with her Saintess inheritance power completely stripped away, no one in this world could stop the Demon King's plan. "Such a naughty slave. Perfect, I heard the Church is extremely repressed when it comes to sex. If I were to use footage of Miss Saintess climaxing for some sex education propaganda, what kind of scene would that be?" "No, please, please don't!" "You know how to say no? Hmm? If you don't obediently follow me and walk, next time I'll drag you to the Church gates and tie you up! I want to see if those humans who believe in you will have their way with you!" "I..." Even the threat of death was nothing compared to this. The moment her inner defenses were breached by his venomous words, "I, I'll walk! I'll walk, please, don't do that..." "Call me Master!" "What?" "Truly thick, isn't it? After all, Miss Saintess's body has received the finest baptism, so this is not surprising. It's just more comfortable to dilute it a bit when bathing..." Whipped as if by tentacles, forced to walk with a rope harness and a leather restraint. Walking slowly meant the collar would yank and stimulate, while walking too fast would tease with the harness. Orgasm was unavoidable. Each climax was brutally interrupted by painful electric shocks, followed by the milking of tentacle flowers. After climaxing, Irene, collapsing on the harness, would be shot with her own milk before getting a few minutes of rest. By the time she reached the end of the harness and saw her future prison, her creamy skin, her face flushed like a beautiful sunset, and the snow-white strands woven through her alluring red hair were all coated in thick white milk. The tentacle at her crotch was clearly visible, connected to an interface on the wall. Yet, with her thighs and calves cuffed, Irene couldn't escape the harness that she both loved and hated. The moment the Demon King disconnected the harness, the exhausted Saintess collapsed onto her own milk, unable to rise no matter how the Demon King swung his tentacle whip. "My, my, what a cute sight, completely worn out! It's no longer appropriate to call you Miss Saintess, you lewd Saintess pet!" "Master... please, let your pet rest... I really, really can't walk anymore!" "Alright, turn your head first and take a look at your future residence, little pet!" The sensation of her face sliding on the milk on the floor, combined with the friction of the soft tentacle walls against her flushed cheeks, was incredibly shameful. If she had even a sliver of strength, she would have chosen to stand. What appeared in her sight was not a bed or a mat. The small room, constructed from tentacle walls, had a sunken floor filled with constantly wriggling tentacles, and several long ones swayed back and forth within the room. "After all, she's a Saintess. Even as a trained pet, she's the best Saintess pet! If you're out of strength, let's drag Miss Saintess inside!" Despite the humiliating position of her face sliding on the floor, she still managed to force out a "Thank you, Master" with her mouth agape. Once dragged into the room, the two pairs of leg cuffs were disconnected first. The tentacles then folded Irene's thighs together and wrapped around them, binding her. Having already considered her aversion to tentacles, several tender red bands were drawn between her thighs, continuously stimulating her. In an instant, Irene's posture was like that of the slaves she had seen in the milk factory earlier. Compared to those slaves restrained by single hand restraints and leather cuffs, she was in a far more miserable situation, with her hands hoisted high behind her back and an enchanted restraint suit that amplified her struggles and sensations. The only good news was that her exhaustion meant she no longer had to be dragged by the rope. "Ugh, ha..." Milk dripped slowly from her body. As soon as she sat down, several slender tentacles coiled upwards from behind her, wrapping around each of Irene's beautiful, long, jade-like fingers. The more she tried to move her fingers, the more these tentacles interfered. A dark shadow flickered at the entrance, and she was too weak to resist. "Come, let's arrange Miss Saintess's future schedule! The main job, of course, will be producing milk! You'll sleep in the tentacle pool for eight hours every night! The rest of the time, unless this King comes to play again, you'll basically be sitting here and being milked." "This... Mas- Master... constantly, constantly milking me, won't, won't it break me... My body, I, I can't climax so many times..." "It's alright, the milking here won't make Miss Saintess climax! These two tentacle flowers will stop just before you reach orgasm!" "What! You just said, only during milking, can I climax... Why, now, again..." "Why, it's, it's there! I, I can't get it in... Damn it, it's my staff!" Being bound by her own transformation device was embarrassing enough, but now the ice crystal was pushing its way in. "Nnnghhaahahahaah, ugh, ah, ah..." After the magical girl let out a pained moan and collapsed on the ground, the ice crystal finally reached her uterus. The pre-programmed sequence continued to run. A gelatinous membrane appeared on the outside of the ice crystal, insulating against the internal cold. Its further expansion, coupled with the girl's closed cervix, declared that she had no possibility of producing this thing herself. The rope garment continued to extend, pulling through the girl's crotch to form a strap, then splitting into a rope with a fine chain in the middle that reached deep inside, fastening onto the ice crystal lying within the girl. Only then was the entire rope garment complete. "You, actually... like this..." When she got her transformation device back, Bai Yu was ecstatic. She never imagined that the key to activating her powers would be transformed into a beautiful, intimate cage. The six-pointed star, stained pink, continued to conjure items. A small vial filled with an unknown liquid was embedded in a pre-made groove on the thigh ring, with a thin tube extending from it. Then, a non-red, gel-like substance emerged from beneath her skirt and entered her small orifice. It perfectly enveloped the chain portion of the rope within her small orifice. The tube from the thigh ring connected to the gel. A urethral lock, with an additional layer of pink fleshy tentacles, was inserted into the smallest orifice of the girl's lower body, stripping her of the power to excrete. Ever since her defeat and capture, Bai Yu had longed to reclaim her transformation device. But the six-pointed star floating before her eyes now only filled her with a sense of foreboding. Finally, a pull-chain, seemingly made of small glass balls, was attached to the upper end of the six-pointed star, transforming the transformation device into a beautiful pendant. The pull-chain then burrow

"No... you hermaphrodite... let me go... Waaah! Haa... here it is... Mmph, finally!" The slightly dilapidated wooden ceiling of the milk factory offered the greatest solace to the awakened saintess, a familiar sensation. She shifted on the bed, feeling the familiar slickness within the chastity belt binding her nether regions. Without a doubt, the night's dream in this mental world had once again nourished Irene with the flow of her own arousal, a pleasure she was unwilling to admit. Turning her head, she saw a pile of raw materials and potions on the table beside her, and a little loli in front of it, tinkering with something. "Ah, you're awake? It seems Irene-neechan had a very comfortable time in the dream world!" "Comfortable, my ass, I'm so pissed off!" The thought of the honors bestowed upon her by the world made Irene unable to feel any joy. She, the strongest saintess in human history, had first been arrogant and gotten trapped in this ridiculously named blue and white restraint dress. To avoid being discovered by the demons, she had to seduce this purple-haired loli who was still looking at her with a lewd gaze. Not only that, but every time she slept, the mechanisms built into the entire restraint suit would control her dreams and torment her. "What's wrong? What happened? Our Saintess seems to be having trouble recovering!" With a roll, she quickly got onto the bed. After the crisis of the surging medicinal power from the Jade Dew Elixir subsided, Skarlet returned to her usual self. "N-nothing!" Irene, still disgusted by the overly intimate behavior, turned away, unwilling to engage. How could she possibly share her increasingly shameful dream experiences? Yet, her evasive expression didn't seem to fool the little pervert pressing down on her. "Something's not right, neechan is hiding a little secret, isn't she!" "What little secret? And don't call me that!" "I told you last time, why won't Irene-neechan tell me this time!" Restrained tightly, how could Irene possibly contend with the stubborn little loli? The face she both hated and had to rely on again entered her line of sight. Her wiggling ahoge was incredibly cute, paired with her pouting lips. Who would ever think such a tantrum-throwing child was a top-tier artifact refiner? Just as no one would believe that a graceful woman being led around by a chain was the pinnacle of human combat power, the saintess. "Last time... that was last time! It's different!" "How is it different? It's just a wet dream, right?" "No... it's different, it's just different!" The nightmare from last time could still be explained. Besides, ever since she faked her death after the duel and went into hiding, secretly cultivating blood magic, which was considered forbidden by the masses, her power had increased exponentially. The resulting fear and anxiety made Irene uneasy. She had considered her own strength, enduring the betrayal of her former mentor and comrades for the sake of all humanity. But when the realm of depravity arrived, the inner despair and sadness far exceeded her expectations. She only had this one person to confide in, and speaking out was better than keeping it bottled up. The longer she was bound, the more Irene felt that the various devices on her were not just ordinary restraints. It seemed to have sensed her confusion and retreated slightly. The nightmare attacked her tender defenses of shame for the second time. It was one thing to be aroused all night by the curse left by the demon king's death, but she couldn't imagine what this guy would do to humiliate her if she knew how wild she'd been in her dreams. Similarly, the stark contrast in her strength before and after falling into the restraint trap was maximized in the second demon king's lustful prison. Knowing it was a phantom dream yet being unable to escape was incredibly frustrating. "Even like this, Irene-neechan is still so uncooperative!" Skarlet struck a menacing pose, determined not to back down today. "Keeping it all in, you must have had a ridiculously lewd dream. You were screaming so loud, and all those dirty lines, like..." "Sh-shut up... if you say another word, I'll really get angry!" Irene, her hands bound by spider silk to the hilt of her sword, pushed away the smirking purple-haired loli with all her might. " Believe it or not, I'll make you suffer a bit more... Ah, you bastard... you!" "Heehee, this time it's strike first... Ugh, it hurts... so much..." Skarlet activated and reinforced the restraints first, then rolled off the bed, tormented by the subsequent restrictions. Each Burning God Curse felt like poking several hornet nests in her fragile mind. She could do nothing but writhe on the floor, trying to alleviate the pain. Fortunately, she had managed to activate the various devices within Irene beforehand. Three vibrating light crystals, functioning as vibrators, along with the plug in her rear, stimulated her. Already wet from the spring dream, she couldn't resist the pleasure. After barely escaping the shameful hell of the dream, the saintess, who still felt a lingering itch for an orgasm, found herself once again submerged in pleasure. Her body arched on the bed, no better off than the little loli rolling beside her. Not only that, but the chains fixed beneath her solemn ceremonial dress, connected to all the key restraints, began to move. With a tightening pull, Irene was yanked into the most extreme spread-eagle position. Her hands and feet were forcibly pulled behind her and secured, rendering her completely immobile. The gravity magic inscribed on her collar further restricted her posture. Her body sank deeply into the soft mattress, preventing the previous torment to her delicate nipples, but her ability to breathe was further limited. "Mmm... Uh, mmph... Guk, mmph-hoo..." The orgasm under strict restraint was far more intense than when her limbs were free. The suffocating sensation from the restricted breathing was another layer of enhancement. An orgasm that felt like complete depletion left her newly awakened body utterly exhausted. However, the commotion from the little toys and the activated punishment mechanisms did not stop. But this time, Irene truly refused to surrender. "Irene, neechan... Ugh! Like this, it's..." Skarlet, barely able to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, couldn't withstand the explosive pain either. "...There's no... benefit... to this... You should... give up... sooner..." "Mmm... Uh..."

"Mmm, wah..." The tentacle that had been violating the maiden's mouth withdrew, leaving behind a few shameful silver threads. After a few dry coughs, the saintess, no longer gagged, gasped for air with all her might. The punishment laid down by the Demon King was similar to the curse simulated in the church earlier, but even more stimulating. The lewd sigil on her lower abdomen heightened her body's sensitivity while simultaneously cutting off any possibility of climax. The crisscrossing restraints and the cincher pressed against her heated body, making the vibrating rings clamped onto her nipples and clitoris feel incredibly comfortable. Her mind, battered by the relentless onslaught of rising desire, could only maintain a thin sliver of consciousness. "Mmm... mmmph..." "Hm? If you play your role obediently, this King can satisfy you right now!" The mimicked tentacle coiled around Elene's face, now smeared with a bit of thick milk. It then toyed with the silver strands clinging to her cheek, accentuating a hint of sluttiness. Her former dignity was completely gone. The saintess was now powerless to retort, facing the virtual shadow in her eyes with silence. "It seems you're quite tough... but that's fine too. What's the fun if you surrender so easily?" He chuckled self-mockingly. The Demon King knew full well that the saintess was at her limit, resisting solely through willpower. Seeing Elene, who would collapse if not for the tentacles restraining her, the shadow conceived another plan. "But since our dear saintess still has a little strength left and refuses to yield obediently, let's wring out that last bit of energy then~" Without releasing her form-fitting leather restraint suit, the shadow removed the other restraints and dragged Elene into a small, square cubicle. After a disorienting shift of light and shadow, the preparations were complete. The silver-haired maiden's hands were first twisted behind her back by tentacles, then pulled upwards. They were tightly bound behind her and then encased in black, single-hand gauntlets with built-in tentacle layers. The standard "reverse prayer" position was agonizing. The metal clasp of the single-hand gauntlet, which locked her wrists, was reconnected to the back of her collar, so any struggle from her arms would directly feedback to her neck. Additional slender metal chains extended from the back of the gauntlets, wrapping around her several times to bind her hands tightly to her upper body. The ends of these chains were directly connected to the two small nipple rings of the leather restraint suit. "Mmm... haa..." After securing the metal chains, the magic was withdrawn, causing Elene's clasped hands to immediately loosen behind her. The thin chains binding her upper body and hands were pulled taut, directly feeding the force back to her tender nipples. The added nipple chain connected the two already engorged buds, and while the external appearance of her nipples didn't change much due to the counteracting force, all the tension was channeled through the internal fuzz of the rings to stimulate her nipples. Even after understanding the purpose of the hand restraints, the saintess was helpless. Actively pressing her arms against her body would only increase the feeling of restraint, not to mention her exhaustion made it impossible. She could only passively endure. The shadow, of course, knew this. He then pulled another chain from the ceiling of the cubicle and directly attached it to the cuff ring of the single-hand gauntlet. Her entire body was forcibly lifted. "You don't like stepping on tentacles, do you? This King shall bestow a pair of beautiful shoes upon our saintess!" The fine tentacle threads that had been wrapped around her toes were withdrawn earlier. After enjoying a moment of respite, Elene was shoved into a pair of strange high heels. The five-finger metal cuffs built into the toe box locked her toes, while the straps around her ankles were also secured with small locks, making them impossible to escape, especially with her hands already restrained by the gauntlets. The fourteen-centimeter stiletto heels would have been difficult for her to adapt to on a normal day, let alone in her current state of near-total exhaustion. However, the soles of the high heels were hollow, further increasing the pressure around her delicate feet. "Stand still and enjoy a foot massage while you're being punished!" "Mmmph... Hiss, mmmph, you..." The most hateful aspect of these high heels was the design of their soles. A large portion was hollowed out to accommodate the tongue-shaped tentacles positioned below, ready to torment. The mucus-covered tentacles licked the soles of her feet, first applying a layer of warm essential oil, then launching their assault with the fine, bristly papillae on their surface. The straps around her ankles were connected by a rigid metal rod with no give, and a lock in the center connected to the ground. This way, no matter how much Elene struggled, she couldn't escape this tickle-hell, only wasting her own energy. It had to be said, her perfectly proportioned feet in high heels pacing back and forth, desperately trying to evade the tentacle's torment, were incredibly alluring. Seemingly anticipating that her pet might bend her legs to avoid the stimulation, a wooden yoke clamped onto her knees locked them in place. The inability to bend her legs, combined with the fixed distance between her knees and ankles, forced her to stand upright. The maiden's nether regions naturally did not escape torment. Perhaps growing slightly tired of tentacles, two thick vibrators were inserted into her pussy and anus, then secured to the parts of the leather restraint suit that passed over her private areas. With the lewd sigil limiting her climax, the vibrators were set to a moderate frequency, their steady and prolonged pleasure continuing to tease her desire. Having already been subjected to training for a long time, the stimulation she felt now was several notches above what she experienced while sitting in her cell. Her saintess, lacking the strength to stand, leaned forward, but the chains from her gauntlets suspended her, preventing her from falling. The fixed-rod ankle cuffs locked her legs and held them in a specific posture, coupled with the wicked high heels constantly tickling the soles of her feet, the physical exertion was immense. If she tried to stand upright, neither the fourteen-centimeter heels nor the hateful tongues would allow Elene to do so. If she wanted to lie on the ground and rest, her hands and neck were suspended together. In her disheveled state, her upper body was supported solely by the suspension straps, her slender legs beneath the high heels wobbled precariously, and the two large vibrators inserted into her protruding buttocks were conspicuously visible. The love fluid, unblocked and flowing down her body past the leather restraint suit that offered no concealment, certainly wouldn't make anyone associate her with the strongest saintess in human history.