Floating World Bound Life Between a Thousand Rocks (Original God Synopsis)

"There are only defeated Seven Stars, not surrendered ones!" Qie Qing clenched her teeth, fighting against the weakness and dizziness that was frantically attacking her. 　　Etsuharu's mind raced, thinking of a way to break the situation. 　　If even I myself am going to fall into the hands of the Foolish Crowd, I'm afraid that the Heart of God will also be ...... No, I'm the Ritsuki Seven Stars! I can t let him touch the ancestor law metamorphosis, and even more so, I can t let her take away the Heart of God! 　　A strong will and sense of responsibility finally allowed this "Yu Heng Star" to regain a trace of clarity, but the feeling of powerlessness still lingered throughout her body. 　　In between her thoughts, the male had already walked behind her, ripped off the floating belt behind her arms, and pressed her to the ground with one hand. 　　"You ...... My clothes! Ugh!!!" 　　A large mass of soft white silk scarf was forcefully shoved by the male into her slightly opened red lips while Carved Clear was exclaiming in shock. The overly large mass of silk, after being detached from the male's hand, returned to its original size, and was stuck dead center behind Kakaru's shell teeth. Even if she pushed hard against it with her little fragrant tongue, she was unable to push it out. She was just about to reach out to pull out the mass of fabric in her mouth when her hands were clipped behind her back. The male quickly wrapped the floating belt horizontally between her wrists three times, then closed it vertically and tied it in a vicious dead knot. 　　"Well!" 　　What is this? The soft ...... seems to be a silk scarf. Damn, this will not be able to call out to the guards. My clothes ...... are just going to be ripped off and tied to myself by him? But this should be easier to untie than a rope. Quietly! Katsushika, you can break free. 　　Etsuharu kept fumbling with her hand through her glove for the knot, but unfortunately with her viewpoint it was completely impossible to see that the knot, after all her twisting had shrunk into a very small ball. That floating belt had also been twisted into an extremely thin one in advance, and with her strength at this time it was completely impossible to break free. One could only see those white and tender arms twisting around behind her back, and with the fluttering ribbon, it was extremely tantalizing. 　　Carving Qing's ankles were also tied by another floating belt with the same technique. The former "Jade Balance Star" could now only squirm and struggle slightly on the smooth ground. In the empty hall, one could only faintly hear the faintest hint of a low, delicate chant echoing. 　"Your Excellency is really noisy, it seems that the gagging is still not tight enough. It won't be good if someone finds out." 　　The male looked at the silk scarf that had been toppled out of Kakaru's mouth by a small amount, and fished out a red harness-type gag ball from his waist. The hollowed out cavity on it was used to make her saliva ooze out involuntarily. Carved Haru could only watch that gag ball approaching her at the moment, humiliation striking her, coloring her cheeks a bright red. She had to tighten her teeth, biting the mass of silk scarf to death, stopping the invasion of the mouth ball. 　　"Hey..! I'm going to have to use the rough method if you're like this." The male raised an eyebrow and reached out two fingers, gently pinching her delicate nose. "You can't help yourself with this one jumping-egg, am I overestimating your willpower?" 　　"Hmph ...... I won't ...... ah! give in!" 　　"Your screams are too loud, although the soundproofing here is very good, it's better to gag your mouth first. Besides, the way you say you won't give in while you can't help but scream out is really moving." The male shook his head and replaced it with a pair of harness-type gag rings, which were placed on Carved Haru's head. Unlike the previous gag balls, this time the one stuck in the center of Kakaru's red lips was a metal ring. Although this ring left enough breathing space for Kagekari, on the contrary, it was also possible to insert some props through this opening to tease her little tongue that had nowhere to rest. 　　Kakaru's mouth was once again forced open, and that tantalizing cry turned into a whimper of unknown significance. 　　The male looked at her scarlet cheeks and somewhat impatiently took out a new dildo-dildo. 　　"You see, this new dildo, which is empty on the inside, has an extremely delicate structure inside. Later on, I will inject winks into it, and if you can't help but lick it with your tongue, it will squirt out the liquid inside. Whether or not Your Excellency Carving Haru is truly strong-willed, I'm sure we'll find out in a moment." 　　The lifelike head of the dildo-dildo was gently placed into the mouth ring. With the push of the male's two fingers, it gradually penetrated deeper into the guest minister's forced open mouth. Due to what the gongzi had said earlier, Carved Haru was a little afraid to use her tongue to push against the fake phallus-dildo, and could only allow the huge strip to fill her mouth. 　　"Well ...... goo ......" Although Kiyoharu had already slightly gotten used to the feeling of being penetrated by a foreign object into her mouth, and didn't have too much of a feeling of dryness, but that kind of discomfort and slight suffocation still made her burst into a few tears. made her burst into a few tears. A black silk stocking was then placed over Kiyoharu's mouth, wrapped around twice, and tied in a beautiful bow around her mouth.

Inside the secluded room, the candlelight was dim. Li Siyuan, observing the methods of binding and gagging, immediately recognized that the person who had bound Ke Qing and Xing Qiu back-to-back to the pillar was likely not from this world… Therefore, the only one who fit the description was probably Luan Hongye. Ke Qing's delicate face was completely covered by multiple layers of heavy white silk handkerchiefs, their mouths and noses obscured. The handkerchiefs, of fine texture, with their interwoven threads subtly gleaming like snow, clung tightly to her face due to her prolonged struggle and the perspiration of her perfume. The outermost layer was bound with a long pink silk scarf, its knot deeply embedded in her mouth, silencing all protests with low, muffled "oohs." As a descendant of the Jade Balance Star, Ke Qing's exquisite dress was now soaked with sweat. The flesh-pink silk ropes crisscrossed her proud breasts, squeezing and causing them to throb. Deprived of her sight, she could only helplessly twist her slender waist, trying to escape the ravaging foreign object beneath her. Xingqiu, bound back-to-back with her, was in an even more miserable state. The boy's blue robe was half-undone, and their bodies were tightly bound by several strands of cream-colored silk rope. Connected by the "Midas touch" magic beneath them, every tremor and contraction of their bodies was amplified through each other. Their eyes were tightly blindfolded by two silk blindfolds, one purple and one emerald green, obscuring their expressions. Li Siyuan, hidden in the shadows, had his inner energy completely suppressed. He watched Keqing's desperate expression, a mixture of suffocation and pleasure, watching the strong girl writhe and moan beneath the white silk blindfold, and a violent possessiveness surged within him. "Red Leaf...you've saved me a lot of effort. Now that you've trained them, I only need to pluck these 'fruits' at the last moment." He stroked his chin, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He planned to completely ignore the rendezvous mission with the Kingdom of Winter, even intending to wipe out all the Winter Kingdom's contacts on Sunday morning, using them as stepping stones to further consolidate his power in Liyue. "Wait...no...my thoughts seem to have been influenced?" Li Siyuan carefully pondered his changes. It seemed that ever since that night of the Dragon Dance, his thoughts had become more domineering and volatile than before. Perhaps it was the influence of his strength, or perhaps it was the trace of the mark left by the Emperor. Perhaps the saying that dragons are inherently lustful wasn't entirely unfounded? However, now that he had strength, he didn't need to be as timid as before. As long as he didn't encounter immortals or Emperors of that level, there shouldn't be too many problems. And Red Leaf...he just didn't know how much his strength still differed from hers. Li Siyuan didn't believe he could surpass Hongye's strength at this moment. After all, to be able to channel internal energy into him with a single punch to help him break through his bottleneck—that kind of magnanimity and composure was not something ordinary people possessed. ... The usually aloof and decisive young woman was now in an unprecedentedly disheveled state. Her exquisite violet dress was already disheveled from the previous struggle, large expanses of her alabaster-white skin exposed to the murky air, tinged with a faint pink from shame and the effects of the drugs. Ke Qing heard footsteps, and a glimmer of hope suddenly lit up her previously lifeless eyes. She struggled to lift her head, trying to attract the attention of whoever was approaching. "Ugh!! Ugh ugh ugh! (Help! Help me!)" Ke Qing frantically twisted her body, causing the unconscious Xingqiu behind her to sway as well. She tried to send out a distress signal, but the sound was cruelly choked in her throat. Hongye was clearly a master of manipulation. Several heavy, off-white silk handkerchiefs were already stuffed into Keqing's delicate mouth. These handkerchiefs were tightly rolled into balls, not only filling her mouth but also stretching her cheeks high. Her cherry-like mouth was forcibly opened to its limit, the muscles at the corners of her lips slightly spasming from the prolonged stretching, and even a trickle of fragrant saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth. To prevent her from pushing the handkerchiefs out, a long, softly sheen, flesh-pink silk scarf was drawn across Keqing's lips, deeply embedded in her tender flesh, and tied in a tight knot at the back of her head. Li Siyuan looked at Keqing's hopeful eyes, a playful smile curving his lips, and slowly stepped forward. "Is this the renowned Ke Qing of Yuheng Star? How did she end up in such a state?" His voice was gentle, but his movements were frivolous as he reached out, his fingertips tracing the red marks left by the pink silk rope binding Ke Qing's breasts. The rope was skillfully tied, not only binding her hands behind her back, intertwining them with Xing Qiu's arms, but also forming a shameful rhombus shape around her chest, squeezing her proud breasts until they seemed about to burst, the two rosy nipples peeking out from between the ropes. "Ugh?!" Ke Qing's body stiffened abruptly. The stranger's touch made her instantly realize that this man was no good, much less a savior. The glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant, replaced by a despair and terror as if she had fallen into an abyss. "Ugh!! (Who are you?! Don't touch me!)" She desperately tried to pull back, but her body was firmly pinned between the pillar and Xing Qiu, with no way to retreat. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you away from this awful place right away.” Li Siyuan chuckled, but instead of untying the ropes, he pulled a brand-new, neatly folded, snow-white silk handkerchief from his robes. The handkerchief was embroidered with delicate cloud patterns, reflecting a fine sheen in the candlelight—clearly a high-quality item. “However, it wouldn’t be good if Lord Yuheng’s voice attracted others. For safety’s sake, I’ll have to trouble you for now.” Under Ke Qing’s terrified gaze, Li Siyuan grabbed her chin. “Ugh! Ugh—!!!” Ke Qing shook her head frantically, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She had had enough of the torment of the foreign object in her mouth; the unbearable pain of not being able to swallow or close her mouth was driving her to the brink of collapse. If anything were to be stuffed into her now… Li Siyuan showed no mercy. Taking advantage of Ke Qing’s gasp, he forcefully pressed the crumpled white silk handkerchief between her already stretched-open lips and teeth.

Zi Bai was suspended from the rafters, her knees and ankles tightly bound together, like a mermaid pulled from the water, struggling desperately. Her elegant silver ponytail swayed wildly in mid-air, her beautiful face flushed with lust and streaked with tears of humiliation. She tried to close her legs to relieve the friction between her thighs, but found the ropes binding her knees and ankles powerless. "You little brat... how dare... how dare you treat me like this..." She writhed in agony and unbearable pain in mid-air, each struggle only resulting in the ropes tightening more mercilessly. Looking down at Ke Qing and Xing Qiu, who were staring at her with fervent and awe-inspiring eyes, her shame exploded completely. She bit her lip until it bled, and with a voice choked with sobs and burning desire, uttered a final, defiant curse: "You wait... I'll break free... I'll definitely... mmm..." Before she could finish her bluff, Li Siyuan had already pulled an extremely thick, heavy pink silk handkerchief from his robes. "Immortal, rules are rules. Noisy talk will be punished." Li Siyuan pinched Zi Bai's delicate chin, forcing her mouth open. Then, without a shred of pity, he forcefully shoved the silk handkerchief into her mouth. The heavy silk's exceptional absorbency instantly took effect, absorbing all of Zi Bai's saliva secreted by desire. The handkerchief swelled inside her mouth, pressing firmly against her tongue, filling every inch of her mouth where she could make a sound. Immediately, Li Siyuan took out today's "ultimate weapon"—an extremely beautiful white silk handkerchief, intricately embroidered with a golden moon in the center. He unfolded this silk handkerchief, a symbol of Zi Bai's status and pride, folded it in half to a strip about four fingers wide, and ruthlessly covered Zi Bai's mouth from the front, sealing it tightly over her nose as well! "Ugh—!!!" Li Siyuan moved behind her, and beneath her cascading silver ponytail, forcefully pulled the ends of the handkerchief together, tying a tight knot. An extreme feeling of suffocation and fullness instantly descended. Zi Bai's once domineering golden eyes widened, two streams of humiliated tears sliding down her cheeks. She could only desperately flap her nostrils through the handkerchief embroidered with her own totem, letting out muffled "oohs" that were sure to make one's blood boil. Damn it! She couldn't break free! She couldn't muster any strength… How could this be… This silk rope was clearly just an ordinary mortal thing, why did my immortal power… And this gag, I could easily spit it out with just a little effort… Why couldn't I… Hanging from the rafters, her white robes were deeply marked by the rope, her mouth and nose were sealed shut, and her dangling legs struggled helplessly. She dared not look at the younger generation; she couldn't imagine what kind of looks they would give her in her current state. Hanging from the sandalwood rafters, Zi Bai, having lost her support and with that fatal rope tightly constricting her vital parts, swayed uncontrollably back and forth in mid-air. With each sway, the tough, pure white silk rope rubbed fiercely against her most intimate and delicate flesh, causing her to tremble all over, and a series of mournful "woo-woo" sounds escaped her throat, as if being choked by a heavy silk handkerchief. Li Siyuan stood below, quietly examining this peerless work of art that he had brought down from its pedestal. However, he found this position slightly inconvenient. Li Siyuan chuckled, reaching out with practiced ease to untie the ropes binding her legs, then firmly grasped Zi Bai's flailing feet. With a flick of his inner energy, the silk ropes coiled like serpents around her slender ankles and knees. Li Siyuan forcibly spread her legs apart, forcing them into an extremely humiliating M-shaped spread, and hung the ropes binding her legs onto the copper rings on the roof beam. This completely immobilized Zi Bai's body in mid-air. Her arms were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide, and the most fatal rope, due to gravity, sank even deeper into her snow-white underwear. "Immortal, how do you feel now?" Li Siyuan, hands behind his back, looked up at the completely immobilized Zi Bai, his tone teasing, but a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed deep in his eyes. In truth, he was secretly apprehensive. Zi Bai was, after all, an immortal who had lived for millennia, a being on par with the Emperor. If her earlier appearing vulnerable was merely a facade, or if this level of humiliation had thoroughly enraged her violent "Zi Zhi" personality, causing her to unleash all her "Moon Crystal" immortal power without restraint, this grotto might not be able to contain her. If she truly fought back desperately, even with his Transformation Realm cultivation and the Emperor's mark, he would likely suffer severe injuries. This was walking a tightrope. However, when Li Siyuan's gaze fell upon Zi Bai's face, the weight in his heart finally lifted. The once aloof and ethereal white-horse immortal, far from unleashing any world-destroying immortal energy, now had her exquisitely beautiful face flushed with a captivating blush. A hazy mist filled her ethereal golden eyes, and a few tears of humiliation even clung to the corners of her eyes. She was breathing heavily, her breath coming in gasps, through the white silk handkerchief embroidered with golden moon patterns. The handkerchief, stuffed deep in her mouth, was heavy with saliva, pressing against the back of her tongue, preventing her from uttering a complete curse, only producing extremely sweet and weak "gurgle...mmm" sounds. The silk rope deeply embedded between her thighs completely awakened the personality within her representing the ultimate worldly desires. The raging fire of lust not only burned away her reason but also made her immortal meridians weak and powerless, completely losing any possibility of breaking free. "It seems the immortal quite likes these worldly rules."

"Then, let her be the one to break this bird's wings. She will entwine him, circle by circle, with the finest, softest silk cords from the Kamisato clan. She will gag his protests with the most opulent, thick silk handkerchiefs, and blind those eyes that always gaze afar with a silk scarf. She will hide him forever in the deepest secret chamber of the Yashiro Commission, keeping him away from all danger, making him a caged bird belonging solely to her, Ayaka Kamisato, in absolute safety. 'From now on, you don't need to go anywhere. I will protect you well,' Ayaka lowered her head, kissing empty lips with a morbid tenderness, a glint of yandere shining in her eyes. Deep within the dim, luxurious secret chamber, a wisp of cold moonlight filtered through the cracks of the high window, dappling the wide, plush couch covered in expensive brocade. The air was filled with an intoxicating, thick fragrance of snow camellias, quietly circulating in the silence. Empty struggled to regain consciousness amidst extreme grogginess and a pounding headache. He instinctively tried to raise a hand to rub his throbbing temples, only to be horrified to find his body utterly immobile. Accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric, Empty strained to focus his blurred vision. He was shocked to discover himself fixed to the couch in an extremely humiliating, spread-eagle posture. Several finger-thick, ice-cold red cords were tightly bound around his wrists and ankles, pulling them to their limit in four directions, securely fastened to the sandalwood bedposts. However, what truly made his scalp tingle and a deep despair well up was the strange sensation from his lower body. His proud pillar was currently encased and imprisoned by an exquisitely crafted, ice-cold jade restraint. The jade restraint fit him with extreme tightness, adhering closely to his most vulnerable root, leaving only a minuscule opening at the tip. The coldness of the jade clashed violently with the scorching blood within him. The existence of this delicate jade lock completely stripped his pillar of any space to stand erect or the right to release, locking his dignity as a man into an extremely stifled, aching, semi-aroused state. 'You're awake, Empty.' A voice, as gentle as water yet laced with a chilling possessiveness, sounded softly beside Empty. Ayaka Kamisato had, at some point, sat down at the edge of the couch. She had shed her usual elaborate blue and white armor, changing into an extremely light, semi-transparent pure white silk robe. The collar was wide open, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin and a pair of proud, firm, full breasts. Her long, slender legs were encased in extremely form-fitting, pure white over-the-knee stockings, the sheen of the high-quality silk fabric emitting a captivating glow in the dim light. 'Ayaka... you... what are you doing? Why did you tie me up? We're not...' Empty struggled violently, the bedposts creaking under the strain, but his lower body, confined by the jade restraint, sent a piercing ache through him as he was pulled, forcing him to gasp. Ayaka extended her fair, jade-like hands, caressing Empty's sweat-drenched face with a tenderness that bordered on obsession. Her warm fingertips lightly traced the line of his lips. 'The outside world is too dangerous, Empty. So many people want to hurt you, to scheme against you...' Ayaka's eyes shimmered with a morbid moisture, and a tragically beautiful smile curved her lips. 'Please forgive my selfishness. From now on, you don't need to go anywhere. In this secret chamber that belongs only to the two of us, I will bind you tightly with the most precious silk of the Kamisato clan. No one will ever be able to take you away from me again. You are mine... and can only be mine.' Empty looked at the girl before him, her dignified mask completely shattered, lost in madness, and felt an indescribable chill. This was the rumored... yandere?! Just as he was about to reprimand her, to try and awaken her reason, Ayaka had already picked up an extremely thick, pure white silk handkerchief embroidered with delicate silver snow camellias from a nearby tray. 'Shh... Empty, I know you can't understand my love yet. So, to prevent you from saying things that would hurt me, I'll have to trouble you a little.' Ayaka smiled gently, but her actions were incredibly forceful. She pinched the thick, cold, pure white silk scarf with two slender fingers. Ignoring Empty's violent attempts to dodge, she precisely pressed it against his lips and then, bit by bit, forcibly shoved it into his mouth. 'Mmph...! Mmmph mmph...!' The pure white silk fabric was incredibly soft, yet its thickness made it exceptionally domineering. As Ayaka pushed deeper, the silk scarf quickly filled every corner of Empty's mouth, roughly pressing against the root of his soft tongue, forcing all protests back down his throat. The delicate embroidery on the silk threads scraped mercilessly against his tender inner mouth, stimulating his salivary glands to secrete madly. Next, Ayaka took a wide, dark blue silk scarf with dark gold cloud patterns. She folded the scarf in half and mercilessly covered the lower half of Empty's face, which was already filled with the white silk. She then moved behind Empty's head, pulling the scarf tight with both hands and tying a loose bow. 'Mmmph mmph mmph!!!' His airway was instantly drastically compressed. Empty could only greedily and laboriously draw in air through the extremely narrow gaps at the edges of his nostrils and the layers of thick silk fabric. His hot breath hit the damp, cold silk, trapped against his face, bringing on waves of suffocating dizziness. Unswallowable saliva seeped from the corners of his lips, gradually soaking the inner white silk scarf, drawing out a thin, glistening silver thread. Having completely sealed Empty's ability to speak and resist, a look of extreme, excited lust flashed in Ayaka's eyes. She slowly lifted the hem of her semi-transparent pure white silk robe, revealing her slender waist that could be held in one hand and her alluring long legs encased in white stockings. And between her legs, a delicate pure white leather double-headed dragon panty was tightly cinched against her snow-white skin. Attached to the front was a thick, phallic-shaped dildo carved from extremely rare mutton-fat jade. The surface of the jade pillar was polished exceptionally smooth, even carved with lifelike vascular textures. Ayaka extended her fingertips, dipping them into her already slick and sticky, secret depths, collecting a hand full of thick, hot, transparent nectar. She meticulously smeared this viscous fluid, carrying a strong sweet and musky scent, onto the tip of the mutton-fat jade dildo. Then, she parted her silk-clad legs and slowly straddled, kneeling between Empty's forcibly spread legs. She untied the red cords binding Empty's legs and then tied them to the roof beams, raising Empty's legs high. 'Empty... give me all of you.' Ayaka leaned down, the tip of the cold jade pillar precisely pressing against Empty's unguarded, extremely sensitive, tight rear. 'Mmph!!!' Empty's body, which had been struggling violently, suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened in extreme humiliation. A muffled groan escaped his small mouth, sealed by the silk scarf. Without any foreplay or mercy, Ayaka placed her hands on Empty's lower abdomen and, using her body weight to her advantage, her slender waist, which could be held in one hand, plunged downwards! 'Mmmph mmph um umph!!!' Accompanied by a muffled moan, the thick mutton-fat jade dildo penetrated all the way through without resistance! A tearing pain and the terrifying sensation of being completely filled by a foreign object exploded in Empty's mind. The muscles in his entire body tensed instantly, and his hands, bound by red cords, clenched into tight fists. No... we... we're supposed to be lovers... I'm supposed to be on top... I came first..."

His fingers moved like the wind, his fingertips channeling a dominant internal force, tapping several major acupoints around Yelan's body. The potent vital energy instantly sealed her meridians and the flow of Hydro within, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to mobilize even a trace of elemental power upon waking. Then, Li Siyuan drew a silk rope from a wooden chest beside him. He reached out and roughly flipped Yelan over, positioning her face down. Li Siyuan's movements were swift as a phantom. He first forcefully bent Yelan's firm, strong arms behind her back. The flesh-pink silk rope rapidly wrapped around her wrists and forearms, accompanied by a "swish-swish" friction sound. Several viciously tight knots were instantly tied, securing her hands firmly above her waist, leaving deep red marks. Next, Li Siyuan grabbed Yelan's long, straight legs, encased in her form-fitting attire, and forcefully bent them backward and upward. "Mmm..." Yelan, still in a stupor, seemed to feel the pain of her ligaments being stretched to their limit, letting out an extremely faint groan. Li Siyuan turned a deaf ear. He forcibly pulled Yelan's ankles together with her wrists, which were already bound behind her back. The silk rope, like a venomous snake, wrapped around again, threading through the gap between her wrists and ankles, and tightening fiercely! Yelan's incredibly supple body was forcibly folded into the shape of a drawn bow. Her chest and abdomen were pressed tightly against the bed surface, while her limbs were cruelly suspended in the air in reverse. In this position, Yelan's body was stretched to its absolute limit. The deep blue form-fitting bodysuit was strained to the point of nearly tearing, exposing her breathtaking curves to the air without reservation. Li Siyuan clapped his hands with satisfaction and took out a thick silk handkerchief from his怀. He pinched Yelan's tightly closed jaw with one hand, exhaling a wisp of internal force, forcing her lips open. Then, he unceremoniously stuffed the silk handkerchief into Yelan's mouth. The thick silk instantly filled all the space in her oral cavity, pressing down on her tongue root, even causing her cheeks to bulge slightly. Li Siyuan then took out another blue silk handkerchief and neatly covered Yelan's mouth and nose, tying a knot tightly behind her head. Afterward, he took out a wide black silk scarf and meticulously blindfolded Yelan, completely depriving her of her sight. Everything was ready. Li Siyuan picked up a basin of ice water that had been prepared on the table, slowly walked to the bedside, and abruptly splashed the ice water onto Yelan's face. The bone-chilling cold instantly dispelled the residual effects of the "Fragrant Drunk" aphrodisiac. "Mmm..." Yelan jolted awake from her stupor, her muscles spasming violently as if electrocuted. However, what greeted her was the excruciating pain of her limbs being forcibly bent backward, endless darkness before her eyes, her elemental power completely sealed, and the silk handkerchief in her mouth, which had absorbed all her saliva and was blocking her throat to the point of near suffocation. She desperately tried to struggle, but the silk rope was tied too tightly and too cunningly. The "Four-Horse Yoke" position left her with no leverage, and she could only writhe and twist on the bed in despair, like a fish out of water. "Mmm-mmm... Woo woo!!" Yelan's face, covered by the silk handkerchief, turned red. She let out muffled groans of extreme anger and terror from her throat. Her proud heart sank to the bottom at this moment. She, the esteemed intelligence chief of Liyue, was bound to the bed in such a humiliating posture, like a lamb awaiting slaughter! "Lady Yelan, awake?" Li Siyuan's devilish whisper echoed in the silent secret chamber. He pulled over a chair, sat by the bedside, and savored Yelan's desperate struggles, like a piece of fish on a cutting board. "Mmm-mmm-nnn! Woo mmm!" Hearing Li Siyuan's voice, Yelan struggled even more violently. Her beautiful legs, bent behind her back, thrashed wildly, the tight clothing rubbing against the red sandalwood bed surface, emitting an extremely lewd sound. "Save your strength. Your major acupoints have been sealed by me. Now you can't even defeat a Slime," Li Siyuan chuckled lightly, his finger tracing her back, where the tight clothing had created a deep cleavage, in an extremely flirtatious manner. "I know Lady Yelan is skilled in various interrogation techniques. Since that's the case, tonight, why don't we play a game you are most familiar with." Li Siyuan stood up, and in his hand, a small silver pot filled with clear water had appeared at some point. "This silk handkerchief is made of a special material. When it's dry, it can still allow some air to pass; but once it's soaked with water..." Li Siyuan tilted the silver pot extremely slowly, and the cold, clear water dripped, drop by drop, from the spout onto the silk handkerchief that was tightly blocking Yelan's mouth and nose. "Mmm... Woo woo!" Yelan's body stiffened abruptly. As the silk handkerchief gradually became soaked, the already faint gap for breathing was completely sealed. Cold water droplets, mixed with silk fibers, poured down her respiratory tract. An intense sense of suffocation instantly engulfed her like a tide! She desperately tilted her head back, trying to inhale even a sliver of air, but under the extreme restraint of the "Four-Horse Yoke," she could only open her mouth wide in despair. This, however, allowed more water to flood into her trachea through the soaked silk handkerchief. "Gulp... Mmm... Cough cough..." Yelan, blindfolded, began to exhibit extremely violent drowning reactions. The veins on her originally fair neck bulged, her chest heaved frantically, and her limbs convulsed in pain, digging the flesh-pink silk rope into her skin. "How is it, Lady Yelan? This feeling of slowly approaching death, yet being unable to even beg for mercy, isn't it more thrilling than your hidden threads?" Li Siyuan watched coldly as Yelan struggled on the brink of death for nearly half a minute. Only when Yelan let out helpless muffled groans from her throat and her struggles were about to subside into weakness did he grudgingly pull off the handkerchief. The remaining air rushed back into her lungs. "Haa... Haa..." Yelan gasped greedily, tears soaking the black silk blindfold. Her once indomitable heart, in this extreme suffocation and humiliation, finally showed a faint, almost imperceptible crack.

"My apologies, Miss Lumine... *cough*, Miss Lumine, for my earlier rudeness." Li Siyuan bowed, his tone still that of a humble businessman, yet a flicker of excitement darted through his deep-set eyes. With swift movements, he retrieved several rolls of exquisite light purple silk rope from his portable wooden chest. These ropes appeared delicate but were incredibly strong and smooth, designed to cling closely to the skin. "Please turn around, Miss Lumine." Lumine obediently turned, presenting her back to Li Siyuan. A dark glint flashed in his eyes as his slender fingers, moments ago touching the rope, now moved with serpentine agility. He first looped the specially made silk rope around Lumine's slender waist. Then, with a forceful tug, he pulled her hands, clad in white silk gloves, to her lower back. Accompanied by the rustling sound of rope against fabric, the silk cord rapidly wound around her wrists, binding her fair wrists together in a tight, unyielding knot. Lumine's delicate chest was forced forward, the edge of her backless dress digging into her skin, creating alluring red marks on her snow-white flesh. Next came the leg rope, which made Lumine's entire body stiffen. Li Siyuan crouched down, his movements so practiced they seemed impossible for a novice. The silk rope passed between Lumine's legs, wrapping around her upper thighs, pressing the hem of her pristine white dress tightly between her legs. This aggressively invasive binding posture forced Lumine's long, shapely jade-white legs to part slightly, the shame causing her thigh muscles to tremble. "The... the next position might be a little uncomfortable," Li Siyuan said gently, but his grip on the rope suddenly tightened. He pulled the loose end of the rope from behind Lumine and yanked her ankles, clad in delicate short boots, backward. "Ah!" Lumine lost her balance and pitched forward onto the soft-padded bunk. Li Siyuan surged forward, connecting her ankles and bound hands behind her back with the rope, securing them tightly. The 'Four-Horse Yoke' bind... At this moment, Lumine was like a drawn bow. Her hands and feet met behind her back, fixed by the rope in an inescapable, tight loop. Due to the extreme tension, her chest was pushed out, her abdomen pressed flat against the bunk. The shame of being completely stripped of her ability to resist made her breathing ragged. Seeing herself bound so professionally and outrageously, Lumine finally snapped out of the strange pleasure. She turned her head, her golden irises filled with shock and shame: "Wait! Shopkeeper Li, you don't have to bind me this... this tightly, do you? Even a real human trafficker wouldn't go to this much trouble just to save effort..." Lumine's voice held a hint of tears and urgency, making her wonder if this seemingly refined merchant had some peculiar fetish. "Miss Lumine, a play must be performed completely. Those shogunate soldiers are not easily fooled." Li Siyuan chuckled, no longer hiding the amusement in his eyes. He drew a neatly folded silk handkerchief from his sleeve. Before Lumine could utter another word, his warm palm cupped her delicate chin, forcing her cherry lips open. "Mmph! You..." Before she could finish, the thick silk handkerchief, carrying a faint fragrance, was unceremoniously stuffed into her small mouth, pressing down on her soft, yielding tongue. "Mmmph...! Mmph mmph..." Li Siyuan expertly tied a knot behind her head with the handkerchief. The thick gagging forced Lumine's tender cheeks into a seductive curve. All her protests, all her cries, were reduced to muffled groans, a mixture of suffocation and shame. At this moment, Lumine, in a perfectly executed and decadent 'merchandise' pose, was bound in the 'Four-Horse Yoke' within the cabin. All she could do was stare, her golden eyes clouded with water and fear, at the still outwardly humble Shopkeeper Li. "Oh my, Miss Lumine looking at me like that makes me feel a bit... shy." In the cabin, Li Siyuan gazed at Lumine, whose chest was forced outward by the 'Four-Horse Yoke' bind, her golden eyes fixed on him, filled with shame and moisture. A playful smile curved his lips. His long fingers grasped a black silk handkerchief and, ignoring Lumine's resistance, gently but undeniably covered her eyes. Darkness descended instantly. Then, to prevent the renowned traveler of Teyvat from finding a way to spit out the gag, Li Siyuan took another white silk handkerchief and covered her small mouth, which was emitting muffled protests, tying it tightly behind her head. "Please bear with me for a while, Miss Lumine. Once we arrive, I will personally untie you." Li Siyuan's voice was right by her ear, carrying a chillingly playful tone that made Lumine's spine tingle. He then sat on a nearby couch, leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, and began their journey across the sea. Under Beidou's command, the Alcor cut through the waves. The cabin swayed rhythmically and significantly with the ocean's swell. For Lumine, completely immobilized by the 'Four-Horse Yoke', this swaying was torture. With each lurch, the ropes dug deeper into her tender flesh and skin due to the changing gravity. With her hands and feet bound together, she had to desperately tighten her abdominal muscles to maintain balance, making her breathing even more rapid. Li Siyuan set down his teacup, his gaze fixed on the exquisite body before him. Finally, he could no longer suppress the turmoil within him.