Desperate Tight Bondage Conditioning Hell of a Defeated Queen

The princess within the giant was not idle either. While wielding her staff to control the giant, she parted her tender lips and began to chant a tenth-tier sky magic, aiming to shatter the Demon King's domain. "O, sovereign of the firmament, in this hour of shattered skies, descend most... Woo? Woo........" Before Sylvia could finish her incantation, a small red orb shot out from the forest. It flew over the intermingled corpses on the lake, passed the swinging arms of the skeletons, and threaded through their red ribcages. Seizing the moment of Sylvia's magical chant, it darted into her small cherry lips, lodging itself firmly between her pearly teeth. A strap connected to the gag quickly extended along the corners of her mouth and cheeks, merging into a single piece at the back of her head. (Equipped Item: God-Binding Gag.) (God-Binding Gag: A restraint device composed of a solid red rubber ball and black straps. It is controlled by its owner and will autonomously fly into the target's mouth to secure them. It can only be equipped by females.) Durability: Max (Indestructible) Silence: While equipped, the user is rendered mute and unable to cast spells requiring incantation. Aphrodisiac Conversion: The wearer's saliva is converted into a potent aphrodisiac by the gag. The wearer will continuously accumulate arousal, and the rate at which arousal decreases will be reduced by 50%. Gasp Suppression: With her mouth gagged, the wearer cannot gasp for air. Stamina consumption increases by 10%, and stamina recovery decreases by 10%. Adaptive: Crafted from divine materials, the God-Binding Gag adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, forcibly stretching their cheeks taut and widening their mouth to its maximum capacity without harming their health. Struggle Counter: When the wearer struggles, the gag retaliates. It enlarges itself and tightens the straps, forcibly stretching the wearer's lips and constricting their cheeks, causing pain to the cheeks and aching in the jaw. After the wearer ceases struggling, the counter-effect lasts for 30 seconds. God's Boon: The owner of the restraint cannot activate it themselves. The counter-mechanism can only be triggered by the wearer's struggle. But who could endure such agonizing tightness without struggling? And who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. For every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. Twilight Transformation: The God-Binding Gag possesses both a day and night form. Unstoppable: Forged by God-Binder, the God-Binding Gag contains the origin of world laws and can bypass all defenses, forcibly entering the target's mouth. Irremovable: Unless the owner of the equipment consents, it cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. Equipped by: Sylvia. (Ingesting the potent aphrodisiac converted from saliva, arousal increases by 1 point per second. Current arousal: 0/100. Upon reaching 100 arousal, the state "Arousal Lv1" will be acquired.) (Arousal Lv1: The owner's all stats decrease by 5%, physical sensitivity increases by 5%. After climax, arousal decreases by 95%. Upon leaving the arousal-inducing environment, arousal decreases by 1 point per second. The wearer's choices will be slightly biased towards seeking more pleasure.) "Mmph! Mmph!!" "What is this?" Sylvia's small lips were abruptly invaded by this foreign object, causing her to choke and cough uncontrollably. She swallowed a large amount of her own saliva, which surprisingly tasted sweet. The magic flowing within her body froze. The magic circles surrounding her shattered, breaking into tiny ice crystals that vanished into the air. The arms of the red skeletons on the blood-red lake, which had been swinging to attack the corpses, also paused. Their colors began to dim, as if they were about to disappear. The corpses on the lake, as if receiving a command, immediately accelerated their charge towards Sylvia. Sylvia hastily reorganized the magic within her body, restoring the red giants surrounding her to continue attacking the corpses on the lake. At the same time, she reached out to the sides of the straps, pulling with all her might, hoping to yank the gag out of her cherry mouth. But it was too late. The moment Sylvia's teeth clamped down on the gag, the straps extending from it had already fused. No matter how much Sylvia bent over and pulled, she couldn't dislodge it. The gag remained stuck between her teeth, immovable. Furthermore, as Sylvia pulled, the straps on her cheeks tightened, slowly constricting. The red gag continuously enlarged, forcibly stretching Sylvia's already small lips to their maximum, and it was still slowly growing. For a moment, Sylvia felt her fingers being tightly bound to her face. Her fair cheeks were stretched to the point of pain, and her jaw felt strained. Terrified, Sylvia immediately withdrew her slender fingers. Then, as if remembering something, she quickly reached behind her head, hoping to find a buckle or some sort of clasp connecting the straps. But after a thorough search, she found nothing. Her hands only felt the smooth texture of the straps. This seamless, gapless strap seemed naturally impossible to remove. Unable to pry the large gag from her mouth, Silvia shook her adorable head in a fit of princess-like rage, her snow-white silver hair flying wildly. Her small mouth strained forcefully, deforming the elastic gag. While it offered a satisfying release, the moment she eased the pressure, the gag would snap back to its original shape, forcing Silvia's cherry lips wide open again. Soon, Silvia discovered an even more disgusting aspect of the gag in her mouth: unless she actively resisted the urge to close her lips, she would unconsciously press the gag flat, only to be forced to open her mouth again by its elasticity. Even if she managed to overcome the urge to close her mouth, her lips would ache and swell after a while, forcing Silvia to constantly lightly clamp down on the red gag to alleviate the soreness in her jaw. To any outsider, however, this would look as if Silvia had willingly stuffed the gag into her mouth and was now provocatively teasing it with a look of pure bliss. Silvia was mortally embarrassed. What was worse was that she couldn't remove the gag. How could the Ninth Princess of the Empire ever show her face in public again? How would her subjects view her? As a lowly slut who openly paraded around with a sex toy in her mouth? Silvia once again bit down furiously on the gag in her mouth, as if trying to shatter it. She didn't realize that in her current state, she looked like a hamster stuffing its cheeks, utterly adorable. But just as Silvia was about to successfully close her cherry lips and swallow the gag completely, the gag's rebound force reached its maximum. As if by design, no matter how hard she pushed, she could never fully swallow it. A slight gap always remained, through which the erotic red gag was visible inside her cherry lips. After a prolonged struggle, Silvia finally lost all strength. The gag instantly sprang back to its original shape, forcing Silvia's cherry lips wide open once more. With her mouth stretched wide, Silvia found it more difficult to swallow her saliva. This also made her acutely aware of the sensation each time she swallowed her own spit, which was sweet, just like her favorite fruit juice. This was perhaps the only redeeming quality of the gag, Silvia tried to console herself. Of course, Silvia had no idea that the saliva she was swallowing had been transformed into a potent aphrodisiac by the very gag she despised, accumulating within her with each swallow, awaiting a dramatic eruption in the future. While Silvia was lamenting the gag in her cherry lips, the endless stream of corpses outside continued their assault, crawling out from the bloody lake bottom and charging at Silvia in waves, only to be repeatedly swatted away by the giant red skeleton she controlled. The Demon King's plan was to exhaust Silvia, the sorceress, by attrition, and then engage her in battle. Wouldn't it be a simple matter to defeat a sorceress devoid of magic? Silvia saw through the Demon King's plan and prepared to unleash the super-chanting magic "Skyfall" to obliterate the surrounding forest, forcing the Demon King to appear and engage her. However, the gag in her mouth prevented her, allowing only a muffled, highly erotic sound to escape. Gazing at the relentless waves of corpses and her mouth forced open to its limit, Silvia stamped her foot in frustration and glared resentfully towards the forest. "Don't think I can only chant magic!!" With her cherry lips blocked by the red gag, Silvia could only scream inwardly. She took a step forward, her magical power surging violently through her circuits. The immense power she wielded caused the air around her to stir without wind. She managed to maintain the red skeleton's actions with just one hand, and then a torrent of magic flowed into her right hand. It was a one-handed spell! The object flew directly from behind and landed on Sylvia's back, quickly encircling her smooth, jade-like neck. It fit as if custom-made, pressing snugly against her warm, delicate skin. Sylvia had just reached out to stop it when the collar automatically fastened around her fair neck, the clasp vanishing instantly. A sealed black collar now adorned Sylvia's throat. (Equipped Sex Toy: Mana-Sealing Collar.) (Mana-Sealing Collar: A black leather collar forged by the God-Binder, controlled by its owner. It automatically encircles the target's neck and binds them. Only applicable to females.) Durability: MAX (Indestructible) Mana Flow Interruption: Slows the wearer's internal mana flow, increasing casting time by 20% and mana consumption by 10%. Mana Seal Ring: When the wearer's magic flows, the collar automatically tightens, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer stops casting. Breathing Restriction: The wearer's neck is locked by the collar, preventing deep breaths. Each breath provides 30% less oxygen. The wearer's stamina consumption increases by 20%, and stamina recovery decreases by 20%. Struggle Counter: If the wearer struggles, the collar will counter-attack, constricting itself and causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect ends 30 seconds after the struggle stops. Sex Slave Identity Proof: Upon equipping, the collar automatically generates the wearer's sex slave name, which appears in their mind. The slave name in the mind cannot be deleted by magic. The wearer's shame increases, attention increases, allure increases, and passersby are more inclined to look at the wearer's neck. When the wearer is looked at by passersby, their shame increases by 1 per minute (number of people is cumulative). Cannot Be Concealed: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the Mana-Sealing Collar prevents the wearer from concealing their sex slave identity with magic. Concealment Punishment: Magic concealment is forbidden. Physical concealment is forbidden. Hiding the sex slave identity is forbidden. If the sex slave identity is magically hidden, the collar will counter-attack, constricting itself and causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The collar will also automatically project a magic circle displaying the wearer's sex slave name, forcibly attracting the attention of passersby. For those who cannot see clearly, the name will automatically appear in their minds. The effect ends 30 seconds after concealment stops. Sex Slave Identity Acceptance: Forged by the God-Binder, the Mana-Sealing Collar prohibits physical concealment of the wearer's sex slave identity. If physically concealed, the wearer will be forced to look at the slave name in their mind, and when referring to themselves to others, their speech will be forcibly changed to their sex slave name. Through hypnosis, they will gradually accept their sex slave identity. (Note: The wearer is aware of this mental modification but cannot prevent it unless they physically remove the sex slave identity proof.) Adaptive: Crafted from divine materials, the collar adjusts its size according to the wearer, fitting snugly around their neck to restrict breathing without harming their health. God-Binder's Gift: The owner cannot activate the binding tool directly. The binding tool's counter-mechanism can only be triggered by the wearer's struggle. But who would willingly endure such agonizing tightness? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After triggering the counter-mechanism, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. Unstoppable: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the Mana-Sealing Collar bypasses all defenses, forcibly breaking through any barrier to lock onto the target's neck. Irremovable: Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. Wearer: Sylvia.) (God-Binder's Binding Set Effect 2/???: 1: Enchanting Bondage lv1: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the binding tool slowly influences the wearer's mind, stimulating their desire for bondage and their fascination with the feeling of their delicate body being tightly bound. Currently equipped with two God-Binder items, the wearer's desire for tightness increases by 2 points per hour. Bondage Desire Accumulation: 0/100. Upon accumulating 100 points, the status "Enchanting Bondage lv1" is acquired: The wearer's desire for tightness increases by 10%. Note: This status, once acquired, cannot be removed.) 2: Bound Physique lv1: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the binding tool slowly modifies the wearer's physique to adapt to binding, fostering a fascination with it and a deep immersion in the sensation of their body being bound. Currently equipped with two God-Binder items, the wearer's Bound Physique Modification increases by 2 points per hour. Bound Physique Modification Accumulation: 0/100. Upon accumulating 100 points, the status "Bound Physique lv1" is acquired: The wearer's pleasure during binding increases by 10%. The pleasure gained from struggling during binding increases by 10%. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle value decreases by 80%. Note: This status, once acquired, cannot be removed.) "Cough, cough, cough, what's happening? Cough, cough, sob..." By the end of Chapter 2, Sylvia is burdened with extreme negative equipment and status effects. **Negative Equipment:** * **Godbinder Gag:** A restraint device composed of a solid red rubber mouthpiece and black leather straps. It is controlled by its owner, automatically flying into the target's mouth to secure them. It can only be equipped by females. * **Durability:** Max (Indestructible) * **Silence:** While equipped, the user cannot speak and is unable to cast spells that require incantation. * **Lust Poison Conversion:** The wearer's saliva is converted into a potent aphrodisiac by the gag. The wearer continuously accumulates lust points, and the reduction effect of lust points is decreased by 50%. * **Gasp Suppression:** With her mouth gagged, the wearer cannot gasp for air intensely. Stamina consumption increases by 10%, and stamina recovery decreases by 10%. * **Adaptive:** Crafted from divine materials, the Godbinder Gag adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, forcibly stretching the wearer's cheeks taut and widening her mouth to its maximum capacity without harming her health. * **Struggle Counter:** When the wearer struggles, the gag retaliates by enlarging itself and tightening the straps, forcibly stretching the wearer's lips and tightening her cheeks, causing pain in her cheeks and soreness in her jaw. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer ceases struggling. * **Godbinder's Boon:** The wearer cannot activate the restraint herself; its counter-mechanisms are only triggered by her struggles. However, who could endure such agonizing constriction without resistance? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. * **Twilight Transformation:** The Godbinder Gag possesses both day and night forms. * **Unstoppable:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the Godbinder Gag can bypass all defenses in the world and forcibly enter the target's mouth. * **Unremovable:** Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. * **Equipped by:** Sylvia. * **Magic-Sealing Collar:** A black leather collar forged by Godbinder. It is controlled by its owner, automatically encircling the target's neck to secure them. It can only be equipped by females. * **Durability:** Max (Indestructible) * **Mana Flow Interruption:** The wearer's internal mana flow slows, increasing casting time by 20% and mana consumption by 10%. * **Mana Seal Ring:** When the wearer's mana flows internally, the collar automatically tightens, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer stops casting. * **Breath Restriction:** With her neck locked by the collar, the wearer cannot gasp for air intensely. Each breath provides 30% less oxygen. Stamina consumption increases by 20%, and stamina recovery decreases by 20%. * **Struggle Counter:** When the wearer struggles, the collar retaliates by constricting itself, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the struggle stops. * **Sex Slave Identity Proof:** Upon equipping, the collar automatically generates a sex slave name for the wearer, which appears in her mind. This name cannot be erased by magic. The wearer's shame increases, her allure intensifies, and passersby are more inclined to look at her neck. When noticed by passersby, the wearer's shame increases by 1 per minute (stackable by number of people). * **Unconcealable:** Forged by Godbinder and containing the origin of world laws, the Magic-Sealing Collar prevents the wearer from using magic to conceal her sex slave identity. * **Concealment Punishment:** The collar prohibits the use of magic for concealment, physical covering, or hiding one's sex slave identity. If the sex slave identity is magically concealed, the collar retaliates by constricting itself, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The collar will also automatically project a magic array displaying the wearer's sex slave name, forcibly attracting the attention of passersby. For those who cannot see clearly, the name will automatically appear in their minds. The effect subsides 30 seconds after concealment is stopped. * **Sex Slave Identity Acceptance:** Forged by Godbinder, the Magic-Sealing Collar prohibits physical concealment of the wearer's sex slave identity. If physically concealed, the wearer will be forced to look at the sex slave name in her mind, and when referring to herself to others, her sex slave name will be forcibly used. Through hypnosis, she will gradually accept her sex slave identity. (Note: The wearer is aware of this mental modification but cannot prevent it unless she physically removes the concealment of her sex slave identification.) * **Adaptive:** Crafted from divine materials, the collar adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, fitting snugly around her neck to restrict her breathing without harming her health. * **Godbinder's Boon:** The owner cannot activate the restraint herself; its counter-mechanisms are only triggered by her struggles. However, who could endure such agonizing constriction without resistance? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. * **Unstoppable:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the Magic-Sealing Collar can bypass all defenses in the world and forcibly break through any defense to lock onto the target's neck. * **Unremovable:** Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. * **Equipped by:** Sylvia. **Godbinder's Restraint Set Effect 2/???** 1. **Enchanting Lustful Binding Lv1:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the restraints slowly influence the wearer's mind, stimulating her desire for binding and her fascination with the feeling of her delicate body being tightly bound. Currently equipped with two Godbinder items, the wearer's desire for binding increases by 2 points per hour. (Note: This state cannot be removed once acquired.) 2. **Bound Physique Lv1:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the restraints slowly modify the wearer's physique to adapt to and become fascinated with binding, indulging in the sensation of her body being bound. Currently equipped with two Godbinder items, the wearer's bound physique modification increases by 2 points per hour. (Note: This state cannot be removed once acquired.) **Negative Status Effects:** * **Estrus Lv3:** Current Estrus Value: 550/1000. All attributes of the status owner decrease by 30%, physical sensitivity increases by 30%, the effect of gaining estrus points increases by 45%, thinking speed decreases by 60%. After orgasm, estrus points decrease by 60%, "tidal" time is extended by 100%, dazed time is extended by 100%, and post-orgasm [X_X] increases by 200%. Estrus has reached such a level that estrus points can no longer be reduced except through orgasm. The choices made by the status owner will be significantly biased towards seeking more pleasure. * **Enchanting Lustful Binding Lv1:** Under the restrictions of Godbinder items, being continuously violated by a Demon King several times weaker, reaching unprecedented peaks in estrus value and post-orgasm pleasure. The pleasure gained was too intense, and under the amplified control of the Godbinder items, it has been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. Her thoughts are gradually becoming fascinated with and craving the feeling of being bound. The desire to resist breaking free has decreased, and the desire to be actively bound by enemies has increased. The seed of desire for binding has begun to sprout deep within Sylvia's heart. (Note: This state was acquired under the bondage of Godbinder items and cannot be removed.) * **Bound Physique Lv1:** Under the physical modification by Godbinder items, her body has begun to adapt to and become fascinated with the inability to break free from binding. The pleasure gained from tightening and struggling has increased, the physical damage from binding has decreased, the desire to be actively bound by enemies has increased, and the strength of struggles after binding has decreased, reducing damage to the binding items. (Note: This state was acquired under the bondage of Godbinder items and cannot be removed.) * **Masochistic Craving Lv1:** In a state of tight binding, being continuously humiliated and whipped by a Demon King several times weaker, eventually reaching an unprecedented peak of orgasm during the Demon King's suffocating, tight whipping and violation. The pleasure gained by the body was too intense. That pleasure and humiliation of masochistic orgasm have been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. The happiness gained from being humiliated by an enemy several times weaker after defeat and submission has begun to quietly grow deep within Sylvia's heart. * **Submissive Tendency Lv1:** Under the restrictions of Godbinder items, during the Demon King's tight, suffocating, whipping violation, she could no longer resist the instinctive craving for pleasure. Her mind completely surrendered to the pursuit of pleasure, and she finally reached an unprecedented peak in a state of self-surrender. This unforgettable pleasure and shame have been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. The desire to submit to a weaker enemy after defeat and then be brought to an extreme peak of pleasure by them has begun to quietly grow deep within Sylvia's heart. As Sylvia's attention was focused on her sticky soles, desperately trying to maintain her balance, the ropes behind her suddenly tightened, yanking her slender, fair hands behind her back. The sudden force caught Sylvia off guard. Her already precarious balance on the sticky soles faltered again, her feet slipping within her boots. She felt her center of gravity shift, her black-stockinged feet sliding clumsily against the slick interior of her boots. Simultaneously, the ropes behind her seized the opportunity, binding her fair hands tightly together. They wrapped around her slender upper arms, forearms, and wrists, tightening with each loop, digging into her tender skin, securing her firmly. "Damn it... I can't stand like this... My boots are filled with my own... Why couldn't that damned Demon King just be caught properly..." "And why is this rope so strong... I can't break free... Trying to keep my balance and struggle at the same time is impossible... Ahhh... No, wait... It's... it's choking me... Damn rope... It's choking me!!" Just as Sylvia was frantically struggling against the ropes binding her hands, a golden rope, like a serpent, stealthily detached itself and snaked towards her slender neck. It coiled around her throat, then suddenly tightened. The immediate sensation of suffocation and pain caused Sylvia's delicate body to stiffen. Her hands, struggling behind her back, instantly lost their strength. In that instant, the ropes binding her hands seized the opportunity, yanking her fair wrists upwards. In moments, her slender hands were twisted outwards, pulled towards her neck into an agonizing arc. Even with her body's remarkable flexibility, she felt a searing pain radiating from her hands. Her flushed cheeks bit down on the slightly distorted red gag in her mouth, and she let out a soft moan. While Sylvia's pained moans filled the air, the ropes behind her continued their meticulous work. One loop, two loops... they wound around her tightly, not even sparing her tender elbows. In mere seconds, her fair hands were bound together in a W-shape. The ropes didn't stop, continuing to wrap vertically around her forearms and upper arms, tightening and securing them. The slender ropes bit into the soft flesh of her arms like pythons, binding her fair limbs into an uneven, bulging shape, like a gourd. They continued to tighten to the extreme, making her pale arms feel like a single, unyielding unit, unable to spread apart even a fraction. The remaining rope then snaked through the gaps between her delicate fingers, winding around the backs of her fair hands, meticulously binding each finger. She was forced into a prayer-like gesture, her hands pressed tightly together as if one, preventing her ten exquisitely carved, pale fingers from ever separating. Only then did the binding of Sylvia's fair arms cease. "Damn it, it must be that missile!! It's causing trouble!! No, I can't be tied down!! The Demon King is still escaping! If I'm tied up, how can I chase the Demon King!! Break, damn you!!!" "Ugh!! I can't break it!! And why is it getting tighter!!" Sylvia, while pursuing the Demon King, felt a growing anxiety as the ropes behind her continued to bind her. If she were to be tied up here, the Demon King would immediately vanish into the wilderness without a trace. Not only would all the humiliation and pain she had endured be in vain, but if the Demon King called for reinforcements, with the gag in her cherry mouth and the slave collar around her neck, preventing her from chanting spells or using magic circles, she would surely be defeated by the Demon King's relentless attacks. The consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, Sylvia could only continue to endure the sticky, viscous soles of her feet as she chased the Demon King, unable to stop. She even had to accelerate her pursuit under the extreme imbalance of her footing, while her hands behind her back strained with all their might to slow the binding of the ropes. "Huuu... So... so tired... Damn gag and collar... If... if my breathing wasn't restricted... I would have caught the Demon King by now... Huuu... My lungs... my lungs are burning... Oxygen... not enough..." Sylvia panted laboriously. With the God-Binding gag blocking her cherry mouth, inhaling oxygen became extremely difficult. Sylvia could only rely on her small, delicate nose to barely sustain her body's oxygen consumption. What was worse was that the slave collar and ropes around her fair, slender neck were tightening, further restricting her oxygen intake. Even at rest, she could feel the lack of oxygen, let alone while running at full speed to catch the Demon King. This only exacerbated her oxygen depletion, draining her body's remaining strength with every step. As she continued to chase the Demon King, despite her will, her body's fatigue grew stronger. The strength she exerted to struggle against the ropes behind her diminished with each stride. The Demon King in the distance grew further away. "Haaah... Damn it... So... so tired... No... wait...... It... this rope.... it's tightening around my chest.... Ohhh!!! So... so painful!!! How could this happen!!! Damn rope!! Get away from me!!!" After securing Sylvia's delicate hands and neck, the rope continued to snake around her smooth armpits and towards her front. It coiled around her full, ample breasts, tightening with each loop. Her already large and voluptuous breasts were squeezed into an enormous, swollen state. Furthermore, due to the drastic decrease in oxygen within her body, her delicate frame grew weaker, making it impossible to break free from the continuously binding ropes. She could only run, writhing her body in humiliation, struggling against the ropes that bound her. But it was all in vain. The more she struggled, the deeper the ropes dug into the tender skin of her body. The aching tightness of the ropes immediately engulfed Sylvia's entire being. The memory of being tightly bound and then whipped to ecstasy by the Demon King surged back. Under the influence of the aphrodisiacs, her recently cooled body was overcome with an unbearable heat. The binding constitution, activated by the God-Binding items, quietly flared up. The soreness from the intense binding was instantly converted into a flowing pleasure. The tighter the ropes constricted her skin, the more intense the tingling pleasure became, the more she craved it. "Ahaha!!! So, so tight~ but~~ but it feels so good~~ Damn it, how, how could this happen!! No! I can't let this happen!! The Demon King is getting away!! I, I can't be tied down here!! These damn ropes, get away from me!!!" The snow-white, form-fitting long dress clung to Silvia like a second skin, its fine, smooth texture tightly embracing her voluptuous, curvaceous, and exquisitely beautiful figure, showcasing an unparalleled aesthetic. The front of the gown accentuated Silvia's full, proud breasts, with a subtle hint of the peaks' faint swell visible. The back flowed like a wave, perfectly molding to the taut, elastic lines of her hips, further accentuating her alluring, shapely S-curve into a more立体 and captivating form. "Ah, this dress is so beautiful, so gorgeous, and so comfortable to wear, but... it was designed by that old pervert..." Silvia bit down lightly on the red ball gag in her mouth. Though a subtle dissatisfaction flickered within her, she couldn't deny it was an exceptionally beautiful gown. Moreover, it was the first time Silvia had ever looked so sexy and stunning. The elegant, form-fitting halter dress showcased her completely sensual figure without reservation. The alluring, beautiful black lace stockings added a touch of mature seduction. A faint blush crept onto Silvia's delicate cheeks, and her heart pounded in her chest. Despite her minor reservations, she was overwhelmingly pleased overall. Glancing at the two glossy, thick, black silk gloves beside her, Silvia picked them up and slowly slid them onto her snow-white, slender arms. The gloves felt exceptionally soft and smooth, the fine silk clinging comfortably to her fair, tender skin. The thick, black, glossy style was adorned with delicate, elegant rose patterns, each one lifelike, shimmering with a subtle, alluring sheen. As her delicate hands moved with a graceful, almost orchid-like gesture, the rose patterns on the black silk gloves swayed gently, like blooming flowers, exuding endless charm and allure. "Finally, all that's left are these high heels." Looking at the dark purple, approximately 10-centimeter-high pointed-toe high heels on the floor, a sense of anticipation welled up within Silvia. High heels were typically worn by her mother and noblewomen, capable of infinitely amplifying a woman's femininity and allure. Silvia had always worn her own magical boots, immersed in the world of magic, never considering wearing beautiful shoes to adorn herself. Today, she could finally try them on and experience the beauty and posture of a woman. Of course, Silvia was unaware that her mindset was subtly being altered after her battle with the Demon King, influenced by her non-virgin status and the 'Divine Lust Incantation.' She was also unaware that, under the protection of the Divine Lust Incantation, these beautiful high heels were currently emitting an alluring aura, penetrating the magical defenses deep within Silvia's consciousness, constantly modifying and tempting her to wear them forever. Silvia bent her black-stockinged legs and crouched down, picking up the black-purple, red-soled pointed-toe high heels. She slowly slipped them onto her two black-stockinged feet, savoring the wondrous sensation of her black-stockinged feet meeting the delicate leather and satin of the heels. Then, the thin red straps at her ankles were wound round and round, crisscrossing upwards to her ankles. Finally, at the intersection of the two red straps, a dark purple light emanated, merging perfectly. Silvia stood up and forcefully shook her black-stockinged legs, finding that she couldn't kick the black-purple, red-soled high heels off her black-stockinged feet no matter how hard she tried. "What a marvelous design," Silvia marveled as she stood up. The sharp black heels tapped against the hard floor with a crisp sound. It was her first time wearing high heels, especially such tall, pointed ones. Almost all of Silvia's weight was pressing down on her fair-skinned, pink-tinged black-stockinged toes. Her sexy, beautiful figure swayed subtly within the dress, making it difficult to maintain balance. Walking was exceptionally arduous, and she had to be extremely careful with every step. The black stockings enveloping her snow-white dress and the pointed-toe high heels with red straps would sway with each step. Furthermore, the sole of the high heels, with their crisscrossing red ribbons, seemed to have countless tiny needles piercing the sensitive pressure points of her black-stockinged feet. It was bearable when she wasn't standing or walking, but as soon as she stood or walked, her black-stockinged feet would immediately experience a dense, unbearable tingling pain, which gradually transformed into a soft, numb pleasure. A large amount of subtle electrical currents coursed through the sensitive points of her black-stockinged soles. Silvia stepped on the hard ground with some difficulty, her black-stockinged feet pressing down slightly, trying to alleviate the tingling sensation by pressing on her soles. "Mmmph?" Silvia's wine-red eyes widened instantly. With a slight exertion, the tingling sensation in the soles of her black-stockinged feet seemed to intensify. The tingling in her delicate feet continued unabated, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Her small, delicate nose quickened its breathing. While it wasn't so severe that she couldn't stand or walk, to alleviate the subtle tingling, Silvia still needed to alternately press her delicate feet to relieve the tingling in the other black-stockinged foot. "Mmmhmm..." Just as Silvia was pondering the fine needles in the soles of her high heels, a complex and intricate pink pattern, resembling a uterus, suddenly appeared on Silvia's smooth, fair abdomen beneath the snow-white dress. The pattern flashed with a soft pink light and then disappeared. Subsequently, the Divine Lust Incantation completely erased Silvia's doubts about the fine needles in the high heels, replacing them with an inexplicable, firm conviction that the design of the needles in the soles was intentional and perfectly normal, nothing to be suspicious of. "Yes, aren't all high heels like this? To pursue beauty, Mother and the others certainly endure hardship. And I, as her proudest daughter, will also become a beautiful and powerful woman like her in the future. I must get used to this discomfort... Mmmhmm..." Thinking this, Silvia endured the discomfort in the soles of her black-stockinged feet and swayed towards Xiacona. However, Silvia was unaware that within the dark purple interior and red sole of the 'Lustful High Heels,' a purple magic circle was quietly activating. Through the fine needles piercing Silvia's black-stockinged feet, it was slowly siphoning the vast magical energy from Silvia's body. The magic circle's intricate magic patterns converted this energy into imperceptible, viscous lustful fluid, which continuously seeped from the tips of the fine needles. It was silently injected into Silvia's fair, tender black-stockinged feet, gradually increasing their sensitivity. The tingling sensation transmitted with each step on the ground also slowly intensified. Simultaneously, the instep of her black-stockinged feet was also being drained of magical energy by the magic circle, secreting thick, turbid monster semen, submerging Silvia's fair black-stockinged feet in a milky white fluid. As Silvia's steps continued, a gurgling sound, audible only to Silvia, emanated from within. However, this sound was absorbed and eliminated by the Divine Lust Incantation midway to prevent Silvia from noticing any abnormality, thus not reaching her ears. Yet, the sticky, slippery sensation produced by the thick semen within her black-stockinged feet did not disappear; instead, it became more pronounced as the turbid semen continuously secreted, as if wrapping her fair black-stockinged feet in a fine, lubricating film, clinging to every inch of her skin. While walking, Silvia only felt her soles becoming increasingly slippery, as if walking on ice with every step, making it harder and harder to maintain balance. The tingling sensation from the fine needles piercing her black-stockinged soles intertwined with this delicate touch, creating an extremely subtle and stimulating experience that caused Silvia's sexy, straight figure to tremble involuntarily. Her tender pink lips, holding the large ball gag, occasionally let out alluring moans. However, under the influence of the Divine Lust Incantation, Silvia felt that all of this was natural and unquestionable, requiring no doubt.

With a soft, sweet hum escaping the girl's slightly parted cherry lips, her butterfly-wing-like, slender eyelashes trembled lightly three times. A pair of crimson eyes, veiled in a dewy mist, slowly opened, blinking lazily. After a few seconds, the girl on the bed seemed to regain some clarity. Her snow-white arms pushed against the bedding, gently lifting her delicate body into a sitting position, leaning against a soft pillow. Her radiant silver hair cascaded down with her movement, a few strands slipping over her slender, rounded shoulders. The silver-haired girl unconsciously extended her snow-white arms from beneath the covers. As usual, her jade-white fingers curled slightly, and she instinctively raised a hand to rub the corner of her sleepy eyes, murmuring softly and gently: "Mmm, mmm?" (I'm... back?) The words turned into a series of soft, helpless whimpers. Between her pearly teeth, she felt a soft, elastic, round object, filling her cherry lips completely, leaving no gap. Her cheeks felt strained and swollen. Her teeth instinctively clenched, trying to crush the foreign object in her mouth and close her lips. The object was indeed soft; with a slight effort from her teeth, she could leave clear imprints, but no matter how hard she strained her cheeks, she couldn't completely flatten it. The deeper she pushed, the more force was required, as if taunting her. Her cherry lips were always just a sliver away from closing completely. And as soon as she relaxed, it would immediately spring back into its round shape, forming a taut outline between her lips, making her jaw ache. Sylvia's muddled consciousness snapped awake. The motion of rubbing her eyes froze abruptly. As if unwilling to accept the final confirmation, she quickly extended her other supporting arm, her rosy fingertips frantically touching her lips. Her cheeks tensed involuntarily with nervousness. Her teeth exerted pressure, leaving clear imprints on the red gag within her lips. At the same time, her fingertips brushed against a cold, soft, round foreign object. Following its icy curve, she traced it, and beneath it lay her familiar, warm, soft lips. The silver-haired girl's delicate body trembled, her consciousness fully awakened. The fullness of the gag between her teeth and the tight pressure of the leather straps against her cheeks became increasingly clear. The straps were pulled incredibly tight, and even the slightest twitch of her lips brought a fine sting. Sylvia instinctively extended her jade-white fingertips, fumbling along the sides of the gag. Just as in battles against demon lords, her fingers encountered only the sensation of smooth, skin-tight contact. The leather straps adhered to her cheeks with an almost uncanny closeness, as if they had grown there, leaving no wrinkles or gaps, not even the slightest space to insert a finger. No matter how she scratched or picked, she couldn't find any opening. It was as if the straps were an intrinsic part of her face, and the two sides merged behind her head, forming a single, seamless unit. There were no buckles, no knots, no mechanisms that could be loosened or undone. Just then, as if sensing the wearer's desire to escape, the gag, already stretching her cherry lips to their limit, suddenly began to expand. The leather straps restraining her cheeks also tightened, slowly constricting, drawing inward bit by bit. The red gag in her mouth continued to swell, her cherry-like, delicate mouth stretched until it was sore and numb. Her rosy tongue was squeezed, with nowhere to go, forced against the soft sphere. Even the slightest movement brought a heavy, oppressive sensation, and any slight shift would pull at her stretched lip flesh. The straps tightened further and further, and Sylvia felt as if every inch of skin gripped by the leather was being torn apart. Her cheeks throbbed, and the pain washed over her like a tide. Sensing the gag's punitive mechanism, Sylvia immediately stopped struggling. She sat on the bed, stunned, no longer daring to entertain any thoughts of escape. "Mmmph... mmmph..." (Damn demon lord, can't even rest in peace after death...) The indignant words turned into fragmented, muffled whimpers again, blocked by her pearly white teeth. She couldn't even utter a complete complaint. Sylvia's slender eyelashes trembled violently. In the end, she could only angrily bite down on the gag within her teeth, struggling to swallow the saliva that had accumulated in her small mouth. It was surprisingly sweet. (Ingested potent aphrodisiac converted from saliva. Lust value +1/1s (Current: 0/100). Accumulating 100 Lust value will grant the status: Lust Lv1.) (Lust Lv1: The status owner's all attributes decrease by 5%, body sensitivity increases by 5%, pleasure from gentle stimulation of sensitive areas increases by 5%. Resistance to abnormal statuses such as sleep and bondage decreases by 5%. Lust value decreases by 95% after climax. After leaving the lust-inducing environment, Lust value decreases by 1 point per second. The status owner's preference for pleasure slightly increases.) "Mmm... (Mmm... It's sweet, so it's not entirely a bad thing.)" Faced with the gag that she couldn't remove from her cherry lips, Sylvia could only comfort herself this way. Then, the girl touched the collar around her slender neck. Although the texture was identical to the leather straps on her cheeks, a closer feel revealed a slight gap here. However, remembering the collar's punitive mechanism and the intense pain from the gag just moments ago, Sylvia abandoned the idea of forcefully breaking free from the collar. "Mmm... Mmm..." (I remember the Starfall Academy library has books on cursed equipment. In my current state, I absolutely cannot face my stepmother, nor can anyone see me. I should sneak there and check the library first.) Thinking this, Sylvia lifted the bedding and got out of bed, heading towards the wardrobe. As she passed the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze was drawn as if by an invisible force to the dazzling, gilded font on the black collar around her slender neck: "Slave." The gilded letters were exceptionally striking, as if they were meant to be seared into Sylvia's soul. Simultaneously, as her consciousness fully cleared, the words "Slave" kept replaying in her mind, as if constantly reminding her of her identity. Her crimson eyes looked upward, and what greeted her was the red gag stretching her mouth to its absolute limit. From the outside, this gag seemed as if it was made specifically to fill her cherry lips, blocking them perfectly without leaving any gap. It fit her unnaturally well, possessing an almost eerie beauty. And because it was constantly stretched to its limit, her cherry lips would become increasingly sore and swollen over time. She could only lightly bite down on the red gag within her lips to temporarily alleviate the ache in her jaw. But as soon as the girl relaxed even slightly, the gag would immediately spring back to its original shape, stretching the silver-haired girl's cherry-like mouth to its maximum again, leaving her no recourse. With this thought, Sylvia immediately collected herself, forcefully suppressing her complex emotions, and went to the wardrobe. Opening it, she was met with a dazzling array of colorful, floor-length gowns, all incredibly luxurious. Most were designed to be revealing, with layered silks, leaving much of the shoulders, neck, and back bare. They were all opulent attire meant to showcase one's elegance at a banquet. (These clothes are too revealing, not suitable for me right now.) The girl, biting lightly on the gag, glanced at them and shook her head. She then moved to another door on the other side of the sleeping chamber and pushed it open. Inside was a dazzling display of opulent clothing, with intricate designs and a complete range of styles. There were ceremonial dresses and everyday wear personally sewn by the nation's top weaving masters under her mother's orders, as well as magnificent garments gifted by princesses and ministers to express their congratulations. Military uniforms and even exotic attire were all present, each woven with gold and embroidered with silver, blindingly luxurious. The silver-haired girl walked into the room and searched meticulously. This private dressing room was astonishingly spacious, with a high vaulted ceiling. Floor-to-ceiling garment racks stretched from the floor to the ceiling, with layers upon layers of fabric filling almost the entire wall. Sylvia walked slowly between the racks, her jade-like hand gently brushing past. Invisible magic flowed like water over the racks, smoothly lifting the garments on the top tier one by one. Her beautiful crimson eyes scanned each one, and after confirming it wasn't the style she was looking for, she let her magic gently place them back in their positions. These clothes were also too eye-catching; wearing them would attract unwanted attention. Sylvia remembered that a few years ago, when she was promoted to Archmage of the Ninth Tier, the dean had specially gifted her a few sets of academy uniforms. She remembered they were kept here, but now she couldn't find them anywhere. "Mmmph... mmmph..." (I really hope the maids didn't move them when they were tidying up.) The silver-haired girl, weaving through the forest of garment racks, clenched her jaw tightly against the large red gag in her cherry lips, biting out clear imprints like an exasperated kitten. Her bare jade feet kicked the ground three times in frustration, letting out soft, muffled whimpers. There was no choice. Sylvia had to search the mountain of clothes for something understated and inconspicuous. After a long while, Sylvia finally found the academy uniform deep within the layers of opulent attire. It was the outfit Sylvia wore when she graduated from Starfall Academy – a tailored black magic robe, a white chiffon shirt with a pure black bowtie at the collar, and a knee-length black, fitted skirt. "Mmmph." (This one will do.) Sylvia lightly bit down on the gag in her cherry lips, struggling to swallow the saliva that reached her lips. Then, her jade-white fingers hooked, and the selected clothes swiftly flew off the hangers, hovering beside the girl. (For the inner layer, this will do.) Sylvia's mind flickered, and a set of pink, form-fitting undergarments floated out from the dazzling velvet storage compartment.

After donning the silk gloves, the ethereal chiffon blouse floated into the silver-haired maiden's hands. With practiced ease, she slipped it on, the smooth white fabric draping gently along her shoulders. The crisp short sleeves were cut perfectly, revealing a generous portion of her arm, clad in black silk, a stark and elegant contrast against the white. Her black-silk-clad hands fastened the delicate buttons at the front, the collar settling perfectly against her exquisite collarbone. She casually picked up the black mini-skirt suspended in the air. Her small, black-silk-clad hands gripped the hem, her delicate body bending slightly as she lifted one black-silk-clad leg, slowly sliding it into the skirt. Her calf, encased in black silk, emerged gracefully from the hem. Then, she brought her other leg in, her small, black-silk-clad hands grasping the sides of the waistband. Standing up, she pulled the skirt upwards, positioning it just above her navel. The hem settled perfectly at her knees, showcasing two slender, black-silk-clad legs that stood tall and elegant. With the skirt in place, a flowing black magic robe descended from the air. Silvia reached for the armhole on the inside of the robe. Her other black-silk-clad hand smoothly slid in, her graceful, black-silk-clad hand emerging from the cuff. With a slight twist, she reached into the other armhole with her black-silk-clad hand, then extended her hand forward. Her black-silk-clad hand emerged from the loose sleeve, her silken fingers pinching the neckline of the robe and giving it a gentle tug. The voluminous robe settled onto her shoulders with her movement, its black hem billowing out behind her like flowing clouds. At this moment, her magic depleted, and the wide, pointed magic hat, which had been floating in the air, slowly descended, settling perfectly upon the maiden's beautiful silver hair. (Just the shoes left.) Thinking this, Silvia lifted her slender feet, encased in black silk, and stepped onto the cool floor. In a short while, she arrived before a rack displaying various footwear. Her black-silk-clad fingertips glided over an array of thigh-high boots. Influenced by her combat instructor, Silvia had always favored the practical and resilient combat boots that hugged her legs and could be inscribed with runes, just like her mentor's. Her ruby-like, wine-red eyes scanned the selection of boots. As she looked up towards the top shelf, lined with neat rows of sharp, stiletto heels, a jolt, like a lightning strike, reverberated from the depths of Silvia's soul. The maiden's lively, crimson eyes instantly lost their sparkle, and she froze in place. Those sharp heels instantly transformed into a form of spiritual contract, their pointed tips piercing and pinning her soul. The lively crimson eyes were momentarily engulfed by confusion, but this confusion vanished almost instantly, causing only a barely perceptible pause in the silver-haired maiden's upward gaze. (After being intensely trained in the dream of desire woven by Xiake Na, Silvia, who had just awakened, was mentally extremely weak. The soul, modified by the lustful high heels in the dream, began to infiltrate reality the moment the maiden saw similar heels in reality. Although only for a moment, the modification to the depths of the maiden's soul in the dream had already begun to permeate reality.) (「High Heel Dream」Level Up.) (High Heel Dream Lv1+1: The blood-red soles of the lustful high heels are woven with a large number of abyssal lewd curses, which will silently infiltrate the wearer's consciousness, subtly and imperceptibly modifying the wearer's thoughts and consciousness, making them deeply infatuated with the desire for sharp, slender heels, making it difficult to extricate themselves. The wearer's desire to wear high heels will continuously increase.) As if influenced by some unknown force, Silvia's slender fingertips, for the first time, bypassed her preferred thigh-high boots and reached for the row of high heels on the top shelf, a style she had always disliked. Magic flowed, and the high heels, whose full appearance was obscured by their height, floated out one by one, hovering before the maiden's wine-red eyes. Her crimson eyes swept over them, and in the next second, they were firmly captured by a pair of heels, unable to look away. These were a precious gift from the Beast King and the entire beast tribe before she went to war with her elder sister. A pair of dark purple high heels with red soles, the heels a staggering 18cm, incredibly slender, with only a pinprick of contact with the ground. The satin toe was extremely narrow, barely accommodating five toes with no extra room. The absence of a platform made the shoe almost a straight, steep line, with all the weight pressing down on the thin satin at the toe when worn. "This height is simply impossible for anyone to stand on! These are torture devices!! Even the most debased prostitutes would never wear them to greet guests!! And you... how dare you do this to my daughter..." In a daze, Silvia seemed to see her mother's furious expression when the beast tribe presented the high heels. Her usually dignified mother's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness at that moment, an anger that the young Silvia had never witnessed. According to her elder sister, this incident directly led to unprecedented unity within the royal family and was the fundamental catalyst for the decision to completely eradicate the beast tribe. It was precisely because of her sister's words that Silvia, who was then solely immersed in magic and detached from worldly affairs, became interested in these high heels. After asking her mother to reclaim this gift that was meant for her, and briefly examining it to confirm it was unsuitable for her, she had kept it displayed here, on the highest shelf—a height that, from the silver-haired maiden's perspective, was normally impossible to reach. But today, due to some unforeseen circumstance, Silvia had found them. With just one glance, Silvia was completely captivated. Whether it was the instinctive curiosity in her mind or the tickle deep within her soul, Silvia couldn't discern. (This one. It won't hurt to try, right...) Thinking this, Silvia smoothed her skirt and sat on the sofa. She reached out and took the sharp high heels in her hand. Then, she slightly bent her sexy and alluring black-silk-clad legs and slowly slid her slender, black-silk-clad feet into the dark purple high heels. The moment the violet satin ribbons at the toe tightly wrapped around the silver-haired maiden's delicate feet, her five rounded toes were immediately squeezed together. The size was just a fraction too small, but still acceptable. Then, magic flowed, and thorny purple ribbons wound up her ankle, encased in black silk, intertwining and merging together. Silvia tried to wiggle her black-silk-clad feet, and the dark purple pointed high heels were firmly secured to the maiden's sexy feet, not moving at all. "Mmm..." (It'll be fine like this. I'll only wear them this once. They're not very comfortable, but I'll endure it. Just this once...) (Right. And there are still those disgusting things like collars and gags. I can't be seen like this. I need to conceal them.) Thinking this, Silvia bit down on the gag inside her cherry lips, swallowing a few strands of sweet, sticky saliva with difficulty. She gently tapped her toes on the ground before slowly standing up. Her entire weight immediately pressed down on her tender soles and toes. Her five delicate toes were forced to curl up, squeezed into a tight arc within the narrow shoe tip. The meager patch of purple fabric at the bottom of the shoe tip provided no support whatsoever. The silver-haired maiden could even feel her delicate, black-silk-clad toes pressing against the rough wooden floor through the thin stockings. At the same time, the support at the heel was almost negligible. This was Silvia's first time wearing high heels. She felt as if every step she took was shaky. The slender heels felt as if they could snap at any moment. She dared not put any weight on her heels, relying entirely on her black-silk-clad toes to desperately brace against the extremely thin shoe tip to maintain her balance. Furthermore, the 18cm heel almost pulled her entire delicate foot into a straight, taut arc. Her exposed black-silk-clad instep was stretched taut and gleaming. The pinprick-sized point of contact made her entire delicate leg tremble uncontrollably. Each step was an arduous effort due to the tension in her black-silk-clad legs. Soon, her toes became numb from the pressure. The skin, wrapped in black silk, rubbed against the cool satin, and in no time, a faint pink hue appeared. "Tap, tap." As she took a step, the sharp heel accidentally caught in the rough grain of the wooden floor, emitting a faint, crisp crack. Her center of gravity lurched violently, and Silvia's taut, black-silk-clad legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her fingertips immediately clenched the hem of her blouse, her breathing momentarily ceasing. After a few seconds, she managed to regain her balance. A wave of tingling soreness surged through her toes, which were tightly constricted by the satin. Silvia instinctively wanted to curl her toes, but the shoe tip was so narrow that there wasn't even a sliver of room to move. Any slight exertion only made the dull ache more pronounced. Each time her black-silk-clad foot landed, it struck the ground with a crisp sound. The delicate body, shrouded by the magic robe, would also sway gently, causing her slender figure to tremble slightly. Like a tipsy older sister late at night, she walked with a swaying, unsteady gait. (It's okay. I'll only wear them this once. I just need to endure it. Mmm, mmm, mmm ❤❤....)

“Mmm... No... It’s not... it’s not enough. Like this... this isn’t enough. I need... I need something more intense... It could be... even more pleasurable... Mmm, ah~ I can’t take it anymore... I can’t hold back... I need it even more intense...” The silver-haired girl collapsed onto the rough wooden plank, her stunning cheeks flushed crimson, her delicate nose flaring rapidly, her tongue pressed against the gag as she panted out hot, pink breath. Her slender body was drenched in fragrant sweat, as if enveloped in steam, yet her jade-like hands, clad in black stockings, continued to frantically knead and squeeze her heaving breasts, her fingertips sinking deep into the soft flesh as she frantically pushed forward, while her erect, milk-spurting continued to scrape against the floor, her beautiful legs clad in black stockings were tightly intertwined as she rubbed them up and down, and her swollen, full pussy inside the black stockings opened and closed uncontrollably, secreting crystal-clear love juice. “Rope… yes, rope… back then, the Demon King used his tentacles to tie me up… yes, to tie myself up… mmm…” Just as the silver-haired girl was on the verge of breaking down, tormented by the fire of desire and the emptiness in her lower body, she suddenly recalled the ecstasy of being tied up by the Demon King and whipped to a desperate climax. Her jade-like hands in black stockings grasped at it like a lifeline, swiftly slicing through the air to retrieve the rope she’d stashed away from a dark spatial fissure. Staggering, she sat cross-legged on the wooden plank drenched in honey-like fluids. The flush on her pretty face spread all the way down her slender neck, and her dreamy, burgundy eyes shimmered with moisture. Her mind was filled with scenes of the Demon King binding her; paying no heed to the fact that not a single knot had been tied, she haphazardly grabbed the rope and began wrapping it wildly around herself. Yet, even after her black-stockinged jade hands had struggled for a long time, the rope kept slipping loosely off her body, lacking entirely the Demon King’s tight, all-encompassing bondage—that sensation where the slightest movement affects the entire body. “Waaah, how could this happen...” Clutching the roughest piece of rope, the silver-haired girl was on the verge of tears. She’d thought she could once again experience that soul-stirring pleasure, but she never expected that bondage was such a technical skill. In a fit of anger, Sylvia simply stopped thinking. Recalling the Demon King’s binding technique, she clasped her jade-like hands clad in black stockings behind her back. As magic surged through her, she controlled the rope to fly behind her, wrapping around her wrists and forearms as swiftly as if it were a living creature. As if that weren’t enough, she even threaded the rope through the gaps to cross-reinforce the bindings, With a sharp, creaking sound as the ropes tightened, her already limp, black-stockinged hands were violently bent backward behind her neck. As the magic continued to flow, the ropes swiftly entwined with the slave collar around her neck, then snapped tight, digging directly into Sylvia’s slender neck. Her jade-like hands, sheathed in black stockings, were thus firmly secured to the collar. “Wuuuuhhh!!! !” The pressure of suffocation came on suddenly. Her cherry-red lips, gagged by the ball gag, immediately let out a moan—it was unclear whether it was a cry of pain or a sensual moan—and her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings and kneeling on the wooden plank, snapped straight forward. Yet the magic was not interrupted by the sudden suffocation; in fact, it continued to control the rope as it raced down her neck, brushing aside her sweat-soaked shirt, tracing her pink skin until it reached her ample breasts, and then, at astonishing speed, wrapped itself around her large breasts , the rough rope cutting deeply into Sylvia’s soft, tender breasts, scraping and wrapping around them. The close contact between the rough rope and her skin caused the silver-haired girl to bite down on the ball gag between her cherry-red lips, unable to suppress her moans of pleasure. Each loop of the rough rope sank deeply into Sylvia’s soft breast flesh. After a full six loops had been tied, the silver-haired girl’s already ample, snow-white breasts were constricted until they were so swollen they seemed ready to burst, as if they might break free from the corset’s constraints at any moment and spring forth. Another stream of magic severed five of the ropes, which flew behind Sylvia and were tied in a W-shape around her forearms. They passed through the gap between her spine and upper arms, looped around her other upper arm, and were wrapped around it repeatedly, binding Sylvia’s slender forearm and upper arm—along with her elbow—together seamlessly. Disregarding whether the girl could endure it, it ruthlessly squeezed the space for her arms to move, pressing her forearm and upper arm tightly together without leaving a single gap, securing them as a single unit. Still unsatisfied, it continued to tighten its grip, causing the fabric to emit a sharp tearing sound under the intense pressure. In just a few seconds, Sylvia’s jade-like hands, clad in black stockings, were bound tightly behind her back in a W-shape, unable to move even a fraction to either side or up and down. Unless she possessed superhuman strength capable of snapping the ropes, it would be utterly impossible to free her arms from this web of cords. Moreover, any attempt to wriggle her delicate hands to loosen the ropes even slightly would cause the loops to tighten around her neck, bringing a wave of suffocation. The ropes binding her supple breasts wound around the silver-haired girl’s ample bosom a full six times before traveling upward across her jade-like back. As they neared her neck, they were magically severed into two strands, which ran down her snow-white shoulders, followed her delicate collarbones, and slid all the way into the deep cleavage, cleavage, precisely encircling the six loops binding her breasts above and below. With a forceful, sudden tug downward, the entire set of ropes binding her massive breasts tightened abruptly again and again, like a figure-eight shackle that forced Sylvia’s breasts to stand exceptionally erect The fabric barely covering the girl’s ample breasts immediately let out a strained “ripping” sound under the strain, bouncing wildly up and down and sending a wave of snow-white cleavage surging forth. The ropes then wound back along the astonishing curves of the girl’s supple breasts to her wrists, merging with the ropes binding her wrists. Whenever the girl struggled even slightly against the bonds on her delicate hands, that force was immediately transmitted, causing the ropes binding her neck and breasts to tighten in unison. This not only brought a wave of suffocation but also squeezed her full, voluptuous breasts into an even rounder and more alluring curve. “Wuuu!!! Mmm-mmm-mmm❤!! It’s comi—coming out again, wuuu!! ! ❤ Oh, oh, oh!!!” Her nipples were suddenly tightened by the ropes, and despite having already stopped squirting milk, a few more streams of milk shot out from her nipples, sending Sylvia into such ecstasy that her mind went completely blank. Yet the rope remained unaffected; folded in half, it continued to wrap around Sylvia’s pantyhose-clad lower abdomen. Feeling the stimulation of the rough rope rubbing against her heated lower abdomen, Sylvia’s already swollen and flushed pussy pussy—already swollen and red—seemed to anticipate what was about to happen, parting slightly as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long time. The rope soon reached the spot the silver-haired girl had been longing for; through the already soaked black stockings, it abruptly and deeply embedded itself into her rosy, slightly parted honeyed slit, lodging directly between her plump, full, alluring thighs flesh, dragging her anus along with it like a taut noose that swiftly dug into the girl’s soft, pink black-pantyhose-clad buttocks, then raced down her spine to fuse with the rope at her collar and the ropes binding her wrists. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ❤❤!!!!!” Her extremely sensitive, crimson slit was instantly subjected to intense stimulation from the rough rope, and a wave of pleasure comparable to a milk spray surge of pleasure, comparable to a milk spurt, instantly surged from her lower body throughout her entire body, racing straight to her brain. Sylvia bit down hard on the ball gag inside her cherry-red lips, letting out a high-pitched, delicate moan that seemed powerful enough to overturn the room. moan that seemed powerful enough to tear the room apart; her sweat-drenched body trembled violently as if struck by electricity, and her delicate hands, clad in black stockings, instinctively struggled to break free—only to pull the ropes even tighter, embedding them deeply into her snow-white skin while simultaneously causing the ropes wrapped around her neck and breasts to tighten further. “Mmm... cough, cough... Oh, oh, oh, oh!!!” Her slender neck and delicate breasts were suddenly squeezed tight by the ropes, cutting off her air supply. Her alluring, wine-red eyes instantly lost their luster; her pupils dilated, and the whites of her eyes rolled back uncontrollably. Her brain plunged into an oxygen-deprived void as thick, milky fluid milk continuously seeped through her corset, and her high-heeled feet tensed uncontrollably, slapping violently against the wooden plank like a fish’s tail out of water, emitting a chaotic “thud, thud.” Just as Sylvia was struggling with all her might under the intense stimulation of the thong, on the verge of snapping the rope, a mysterious magical power suddenly surged from her slave collar and gag. In the brief moment when Sylvia’s mind was on the verge of collapse from the pleasure caused by the thong’s friction, it precisely contained the unstable, rampaging magic within the silver-haired girl’s body. The ropes, which had loosened due to the magic, instantly tightened again; in fact, harnessing the force of Sylvia’s struggles, they dug even deeper into her tender skin, delivering an even more intense sensation of restraint. At the same time, driven by the mysterious force and heedless of their owner—who lay face-down on the ground, her silver hair disheveled and her body drenched in sweat—several strands of rope split off, biting swiftly into Silvia’s pink, black-stocking-clad buttocks like nooses stretched to their limit, binding her full, supple, black-stockinged buttocks layer by layer, like a rice dumpling, until they formed firm, black-glistening knots. “Oh, oh, oh❤!!!!” The tingling sensation of the ropes binding her pert buttocks was simply too intense, shooting like an electric current up her spine straight into Sylvia’s brain, instantly causing her honeyed cunt—the silver-haired girl, rolling on the floor with the thong rope tightening around her—lifted her head, her silver hair swinging wildly from side to side as she let out a moan. The rope continued its descent, heedless of its owner’s distress, effortlessly bringing the silver-haired girl’s alluring, slender legs in black stockings together. Tracing the smooth crease of her thighs, it coiled six times like a venomous snake before biting fiercely into the girl’s plump, rosy thighs encased in black stockings. After securely binding her plump thighs, the rope was wrapped vertically around them three times and reinforced with two additional tight loops before continuing downward. Following the same method, six loops were tied around each knee and calf to complete the binding. Three sections of densely packed rope loops tightly bound Sylvia’s sexy, slender legs clad in black stockings into several segments, like a rice dumpling, with large, plump, and alluring mounds of flesh spilling out from between each loop. When finished, a strand of rope made its way to Sylvia’s limp ankles; after winding around them several times, it yanked her ankles sharply backward and upward, At the same time, her delicate hands—already bound so tightly they were numb with sensation—were once again overcome by excruciating pain. A tremendous force also yanked the ropes binding her hands backward and upward. Almost instantly, these two forces pulled on every restraint across Sylvia’s body, The ropes across her body now tightened relentlessly; the sensation of being tightly bound, spreading throughout her entire body like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelmed the silver-haired girl’s senses. Nearly every part of her body felt as if it were being torn apart by the restraints, and almost every inch of skin bound by the ropes creaked with a “crack, crack” sound. Her wrists, encased in black stockings, were constricted until they turned crimson; several sections of tender flesh squeezed out along her forearms and upper arms were pressed even higher and fuller, as if they might burst through the fabric at any moment. Her arms, bent backward into a W-shape as she reached out, trembled violently from the strain, and the rope between her thighs had completely sunk into the crevice. groove beneath her, the rope completely embedded in the cleft of her buttocks; her plump, luscious honeyed slit swallowed the rough rope whole through the black stockings. An unending stream of pleasure flooded Sylvia’s limp, delicate body, and her honeyed crotch continuously secreted crystalline fluids; the rope was completely soaked in almost an instant and grew warm. The black stockings wrapped around her plump buttocks were thoroughly drenched, their sheen iridescent as they clung tightly to the contours of the young girl’s high, rounded buttocks like a second skin. The ropes binding her delicate body continued to tighten; Sylvia’s body, already stretched taut backward by the ropes, was now fully spread open, her stockings-clad calves were almost folded backward to press tightly against the curves of her voluptuous thighs, and the slender, pointed heels of her purple stilettos dug two distinct indentations into the taut, pert flesh of her stockings-clad buttocks. Even in such an extreme situation, the ropes controlled by magic did not stop. a strand shot through the air and fused with the rope tightly bound around the girl’s ankle, pulling the rope tied to her black-stockinged feet upward to join the rope tugging at her wrists, tightening inward as they merged. By now, Sylvia’s sensual, delicate body had been completely stretched by the rough ropes into an extreme “O”-shaped four-horse reverse bow pose—her limbs bent backward to the limit, her body curved into a slender, taut arc. The coarse ropes bit deeply into every inch of her skin; the unceasing sensation of tight restraint and searing pain, flowed ceaselessly from every inch of her bound skin, repeatedly washing over Sylvia’s sanity—already teetering on the brink from the flames of desire. Moreover, in this extreme state of restraint, even the slightest tremor would set the knots throughout her body in motion, triggering a chain reaction.

(Right, and the collar and gag, those disgusting things. I can't be seen like this, I need to hide it.) Silvia thought this, biting down on the gag in her cherry lips, and swallowed down a few strands of sweet, sticky saliva with difficulty. Her toes lightly touched the ground before she slowly stood up, her entire weight immediately pressing down on her tender soles and toes. Her five jade toes were forced to curl up, squeezed into a tight arc within the narrow toe box of the shoes. The meager purple fabric at the bottom of the toe box provided no support whatsoever. The silver-haired maiden could even feel her delicate, black-stocking-clad toes pressing against the rough wooden floor through the thin stockings, while the meager support at her heels was almost negligible. Wearing high heels for the first time, Silvia felt every step she took was shaky. The stiletto heels were so thin they looked like they could snap at any moment. She didn't dare to put any weight on her heels, relying entirely on her black-stocking-clad toes to press against the extremely thin toe box to barely maintain her balance. Moreover, the 18-centimeter heels almost pulled her entire jade foot into a straight arc. Her exposed, black-stocking-clad instep was stretched taut and shiny. The needle-point of contact made her entire jade leg tremble uncontrollably. Each step was an effort due to the tension in her black-stocking-clad jade legs. Soon, her toes became numb from the pressure. The skin wrapped in black stockings rubbed against the cool satin surface, and in no time, a faint pink hue appeared. "Tap, tap." As she took a step, the sharp heel accidentally got caught in the rough grain of the wooden floor, emitting a very faint crisp sound. Her center of gravity suddenly tilted, and Silvia's tensed black-stocking-clad jade legs trembled violently and uncontrollably. Her fingertips immediately clenched the hem of her shirt, and her breath hitched. It took several seconds before she could barely stand steady. A wave of tingling soreness surged through her toes, which were tightly constricted by the satin. Silvia subconsciously wanted to curl her toes, but the toe box was so narrow that there was no room for movement. Any slight exertion only made the dull pain more apparent. Each time her jade foot, wrapped in black stockings, landed, it struck the ground with a crisp sound, and her body, shrouded in the magic robe, would sway gently, causing her slender figure to tremble slightly. Like a tipsy older sister late at night, she walked with a sway and a stagger. (It's okay, I only have to wear them this once. Just bear with it, mmhmm ❤❤....) Silvia thought this as she walked forward with difficulty, her slender hands wrapped in black stockings supporting herself on a nearby clothes rack, like a child learning to walk for the first time. She walked with difficulty around the room, her black-stocking-clad toes bearing her entire weight. Each time her jade foot contacted the floor, the girl's small figure would sway slightly, as if she might lose her balance at any moment. Her pink toes, wrapped in black stockings, were tightly curled within the narrow toe box, and the almost masochistic tingling pain continuously shot up her spine from her toes, yet strangely, it gave Silvia a peculiar sense of security and satisfaction. In the extreme imbalance created by the 18cm stiletto heels, only the electric-like tingling pain from her toes could make Silvia believe she was still standing firmly on the ground, as if stepping hard enough and feeling enough pain would offset the precarious instability of her body. Before long, each time her toes, bearing her entire body weight, touched the ground, it felt like being electrocuted by fine currents. The tingling sensation shot up her arch to her spine, stimulating the girl to unconsciously clench her black-stocking-clad jade legs. Her delicate jade nose's breathing also became increasingly rapid. Her silver teeth bit down on the red gag in her mouth as if venting, constantly emitting sweet, soft hums. Before long, Silvia finally dragged her exhausted body to her destination and collapsed onto the soft sofa with a sigh of relief. Her black-stocking-clad jade legs were crossed, and the 18cm high heels dangled powerlessly off the edge of the sofa. Her black-stocking-clad toes still retained the lingering sensation from walking—tightly curled black-stocking-clad jade toes. Silvia closed her crimson eyes slightly. The magic circulating within her body slowly gathered at her toes, and the unbearable tingling sensation instantly receded like a tide. Her cherry lips, blocked by the gag, suddenly let out an alluring moan. Her slender hand, wrapped in black stockings, gently lifted, and a gap opened in the wardrobe on the left. Her divine sense swept over, and a exquisitely crafted blue collar flower gracefully flew out from between the neatly folded collars, coming to rest before the maiden. The maiden controlled the collar flower in the air, aiming it at the烫金色 "希奴" (Xi Nu - slave) characters branded on her neck, and slowly lowered it. The intricately layered blue collar flower precisely covered the pitch-black collar, its layered, petal-like pleats falling onto the neckline of the girl's off-white shirt. However, at this moment, as if sensing the wearer's attempt to conceal it, the collar engraved with "希奴" suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light. The collar tightened violently into her flesh. The girl's slightly closed red eyes instantly widened. Her black-stocking-clad jade legs, which had been limp on the sofa, instantly tensed. Her slender black-stocking-clad toes forcefully arched to their near-breaking limit, kicking uncontrollably. The magic circulating within her body was forcibly cut off from her neck. The sudden, unexpected suffocation surged violently. Her cherry lips couldn't stop coughing violently, and because of the gag, she was forced to swallow a large amount of sweet, sticky saliva. Under the violent coughing, a few strands of clear saliva even flew out from the edge of the gag, tracing an arc in the air. Her black-stocking-clad slender hand instinctively flailed around her side, but due to the excessive slipperiness of the stockings, her fingertips kept slipping on the sofa's surface. Her long, agile fingers couldn't find any purchase to push herself up, and could only continuously scratch along the edge of the sofa. (Cough, cough, cough... Damn it... How could I forget about this... I can't sit up... Mmmhmm...) (It's so uncomfortable... I'm going to suffocate...) Under the intense pain, Silvia suddenly woke up with a start, grabbed the collar flower at her neck and flung it away. Her black-stocking-clad jade hands clawed at her neck, desperately trying to remove the collar, but the pitch-black collar still tightly choked Silvia's fair neck and was slowly tightening. The air her jade nose inhaled became thinner and thinner, and the feeling of suffocation surged like a tide. Silvia could no longer bear it and collapsed onto the sofa, writhing in pain. Her brilliant silver hair scattered messily on the floor, and her tall black magic hat was also flung to the ground. The 18cm dark purple stiletto heels scraped harshly against the floor with the rolling motion, emitting a piercing screech. Her neat shirt and short skirt became disheveled from the struggle, with many wrinkles and edges rolled up. "I... No, Xi Nu, Xi Nu won't dare anymore, won't dare anymore." "Please, please, let Xi Nu go." "Xi Nu was wrong, won't dare anymore, won't dare anymore..." As she rolled around, the air in the girl's delicate body rapidly depleted. Her large, soft breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. Her alluring, agile red eyes gradually turned white. Her jade nose unconsciously twitched violently, her nostrils expanding frantically, desperately trying to capture every possible trace of oxygen in the air. Her snow-white cheeks flushed with a sickly redness. The words "Xi Nu" burned like red-hot irons in Silvia's increasingly blurry consciousness, seeming to engrave themselves into the girl's soul, emitting a dazzling golden light. Her crimson pupils closed tightly, as if completely accepting her identity as a slave, and she frantically apologized and repented to the collar around her neck. Her cherry lips, blocked by the gag, emitted a charming, trembling tail end like a silver bell. Sweet, clear saliva continuously seeped from the edges of her lips, and her delicate body arched backward, the saliva constantly drawing long, silver threads as it dripped. Her cherry lips, stretched to their maximum by the gag, subconsciously parted, futilely trying to suck in a bit more of the thin air through the tiny gap at the edge of the gag. Her slender waist convulsed like a dying fish, her black-stocking-clad jade feet arched elegantly in the air, her toes twitching uncontrollably within the dark purple toe box, causing even the heels to tremble slightly. As if sensing Silvia's submission and apology from the depths of her soul, accepting her slave identity, the pitch-black collar around her neck quickly loosened. At this moment, Silvia's small jade nose seemed to regain its freedom, and she breathed in fresh air rapidly. Her soft breasts heaved up and down, her full breasts surging like waves, greedily gulping down every precious breath of oxygen. The oxygen quickly flowed into her body through her jade nose, and Silvia's near-fainting consciousness immediately cleared, as if she had escaped from the abyss of death. She collapsed onto the sofa, drenched in sweat. Silvia raised her cute head abruptly as if reborn, her small jade nose twitching violently, greedily gulping down the long-lost air. Her full breasts heaved with her rapid breathing, and her snow-white breasts outlined seductive waves beneath her sweat-soaked shirt. Each gasp from her jade nose made the pair of full, ample breasts tremble, as if trying to make up for the oxygen she had lost. Fresh air poured into her lungs like sweet spring water, and her near-fainting consciousness suddenly cleared. The girl collapsed onto the sofa, utterly drained, clear sweat beads slowly trickling down her flushed cheeks, wetting the messy silver hair beneath her. The joy of surviving and the lingering fear of suffocation intertwined. Her slender waist was still trembling unconsciously, her black-stocking-clad beautiful legs dangled powerlessly off the edge of the sofa, her toes still retaining the tension from her struggle. Her mist-filled crimson eyes gradually regained their clarity. "Wuwuwu." (I... I'm alive... It was... so uncomfortable...) Silvia's small body lay limply on the sofa, her slender fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes. The trembling sensation of having survived still coursed through her body. As if accepting her identity, Silvia finally settled down, not daring to have any further thoughts of concealment. "Wuwuwu..." (If I don't cover the collar, I can't be seen by anyone. Should I use invisibility magic to sneak in?) As soon as the thought arose, Silvia abruptly stopped herself, her delicate body involuntarily shivering. (No, absolutely not... Any attempt to conceal my identity is forbidden. I don't want to experience this near-death feeling a second time. I must find another way.) Her thoughts raced, and a solution suddenly burst into the girl's mind. (Right, right, when I fought the Demon King, I remember the gag didn't have this kind of restriction. I can wear a mask. As for the slave identity on the collar, I'll let them think I'm a slave accompanying a young master from the Imperial Capital. That's the only way.)