Unrivaled Beauty - A Hundred Beauties Vie for Splendor, Bound and Tamed in Boundless Eroticism

Mei'er shoved Kagura away abruptly, her mind clearing instantly. "Who are you, and what kind of lewd techniques are these?" she demanded angrily. Kagura looked wronged. "What techniques? What's wrong, sister?" Before she could finish, Kagura unexpectedly extended a finger and aimed for Mei'er's nipple. Alerted, Mei'er leaped up and dodged. Indeed, Kagura also jumped, her movements agile, suggesting she was also skilled. "I underestimated you. It seems none of you are simple," Mei'er remarked. She had heard from Rou'er about a drug that could be transmitted through a kiss, incapacitating someone without them realizing. She hadn't expected this girl to use such a trick on her. "Oh, sister, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Kagura said, still with a captivating smile that was exceptionally alluring, yet her movements were far from hesitant. The two engaged in a fierce exchange, Mei'er utilizing her leg techniques. Kagura, having just untied herself, seemed a bit stiff. After a few exchanges, Kagura, finding herself at a disadvantage, chuckled. "Since sister is angry, I'll apologize. I won't keep you any longer. Sister should go find that little devil, hehe." With that, Kagura leaped out of the circle and ran off. Mei'er wouldn't let her go and chased after her. Mei'er's legwork was the best among the three sisters, and her lightness skill was also exceptionally high. Coupled with Kagura's recent release and still somewhat sluggish movements, Mei'er caught up in a few steps. Mei'er grabbed Kagura's shoulder and twisted her around. Kagura raised her leg to kick Mei'er's right shoulder, but Mei'er seized her lower leg, tripped her, and subdued Kagura on the ground. Kagura struggled. Mei'er glanced around and saw the ropes that had been used to hang Kagura piled nearby. Mei'er chuckled inwardly, picked up the ropes, twisted Kagura's arms behind her back, and tied her up. Mei'er knew Kagura was no ordinary girl, so she infused the ropes with her internal energy, tying them exceptionally tight. Kagura writhed on the ground, unable to break free from Mei'er's grip. She finally gave up struggling and said in a sweet,娇滴滴 voice, "Sister, if I've angered you, you can tie me up however you like. But sister, you must tie me securely, don't let me escape, hehe." Mei'er was annoyed that the girl was still being flippant even when captured. Kagura continued, "Sister, I know the art of bone shrinking. You must tie my hands and feet together, or I'll escape." Kagura's words reminded Mei'er. She proceeded to tie Kagura's hands and feet together. The poor girl had only a few minutes of freedom before being tightly bound again. "Sister, you've tied me so tightly. I won't dare to anger you again. Can you let me kiss you and then release me?" Kagura said. Mei'er recalled that Kagura's mouth had felt strange during their kiss and snorted. However, the gag that had been used earlier was now dirty on the ground. Mei'er thought for a moment, a wicked smile spreading across her face, and slowly removed her underwear, rolled it into a ball, and brought it to Kagura's mouth. Seeing this, Kagura turned pale with fright. "Sister, no, don't! Woooo..." As Kagura let out her cry, Mei'er stuffed the underwear into her mouth and tightened the rope, finally exhaling. Kagura lay on the ground, tied into a ball, unable to move. She looked at Mei'er with tearful eyes. But as Mei'er watched, she suddenly felt dizzy. She tried to circulate her energy, but it offered no relief. Kagura's gaze remained alluringly fixed on Mei'er's eyes, her gaze flickering. With a final blink, Mei'er lost consciousness. When Mei'er awoke, she found herself lying on the ground. Someone was sitting beside her. She tried to stand, but with every movement, she realized her hands and feet were tied behind her. She tried to speak, but her mouth was stuffed with something like cloth. She looked around in terror, but her gaze only intensified her fear, for Mei'er saw herself sitting beside her. This "Mei'er" was slowly undressing, and soon she was completely naked. She caressed her own breasts. "Sister, your figure is truly amazing. I'm a little envious. Ouch." It turned out this Mei'er had touched her own nipples and, affected by the side effects of the Jiao Fu Divine Skill, had become incredibly sensitive. "Hehe, this technique of yours is truly wonderful. After practicing, the body becomes so sensitive. Won't it be incredibly pleasurable during sex? Hehe." This Mei'er's eyes were indescribably lewd and alluring, exactly like Kagura's. Mei'er stared in disbelief. She continued, "I know sister must be very confused. It's nothing much, really. I used the Ninja Art of Soul Transfer, and now our bodies have switched, hehe." After speaking, Kagura reached down and squeezed Mei'er's lower body a few times. Mei'er let out a soft cry. Kagura said, "Sister's body must also be very sensitive, hehe. You are a beauty that Master Naraka specifically requested. I went to great lengths to capture you. But it was worth it. Sister, come with me. I'll take you to the paradise of climax immediately, hehe." Mei'er looked at Kagura in horror, unsure of what she intended to do. Kagura reached out a finger and touched Mei'er, rendering her unconscious. When Mei'er awoke, she found her restraints removed and herself lying on the ground. Kagura, occupying "Mei'er's" body, stood at her feet. Mei'er looked up and saw Kagura standing under a shelf, a noose around her neck, smiling at her. As Mei'er's gaze met Kagura's, she felt a dizzying sensation, her vision blurred. Suddenly, Mei'er found Kagura lying where she had been, and she herself was wearing the noose, standing on a small stool. It seemed their bodies had switched back. Kagura still had that lewd expression. Just as Mei'er was about to move, Kagura extended her leg and kicked away the stool beneath Mei'er's feet. Mei'er reacted too slowly, her body tilted, and she immediately fell downwards. But before her toes touched the ground, the noose tightened around her neck, and Mei'er was left hanging in the air. At this moment, Mei'er understood that this was a gallows. During the rapid body switching, Kagura had taken advantage of her disorientation to release the restraints on the body she was tied in, and after switching back, she had immediately hanged Mei'er. But Mei'er had no time to think. Within seconds, her head felt heavy. She tried to grab the noose to pull herself up, but her hands wouldn't obey. Her body felt light and ethereal, and then she completely lost consciousness. The next day at the villa, the package Jiao Jiao had sent out had an empty address. The deliveryman, unable to deliver it, returned it to its origin. Rou'er and her sisters' villa was empty. Unable to find anyone, the deliveryman left the box at the entrance and closed the door. Inside the box, Jiao Jiao's internal energy had already been completely drained by Xiao Wei, leaving her unable to struggle. Jiao Jiao had initially devised a perfect plan. She thought that after reading Rou'er's notes, she could use dual cultivation to increase her power and then use her internal energy to break free from the box. This way, she would have a thrilling and fun experience while also increasing her power. However, she hadn't read carefully. In the early hours of the night, her power had been rapidly growing with Xiao Wei's catalysis. But in the latter half of the night, the side effects of the Jiao Fu Divine Skill's dual cultivation chapter began to take effect. Xiao Wei's mouth began to voraciously absorb Jiao Jiao's internal energy, while his phallus did not reciprocate. Soon, Jiao Jiao's internal energy was completely depleted, leaving her immobile. Mei'er finally understood that this was a gallows. During the rapid body-switching, Kagura had loosened the ropes binding her while Mei'er was disoriented, and immediately after the switch, she had hoisted Mei'er up. But Mei'er had no time to think. Within seconds, her head began to throb, and though her hands wanted to grasp the noose and pull herself up, they wouldn't obey. Her body felt as if it were floating, on the verge of ecstasy, and then she lost consciousness completely. The second day at the villa, the package Jiao Jiao had mailed had an empty address. The delivery man, unable to deliver it, returned it to its origin. Rou'er and her sisters' villa was empty. Unable to find anyone, the delivery man left the box at the entrance and closed the door. Inside the box, Jiao Jiao had already had all her internal energy drained by Xiao Wei, leaving her completely unable to struggle. Jiao Jiao had initially planned it perfectly. She thought that after reading Rou'er's notes, she could use dual cultivation to increase her power, and then use her internal energy to break free from the box. This way, she could have a thrilling and fun experience while also improving her cultivation. She never expected that she hadn't read carefully enough. For the first half of the night, her cultivation had been growing rapidly with Xiao Wei's catalysis. But in the latter half, the side effects of the "Jiao Fu Shen Gong Dual Cultivation Chapter" began to take effect. Xiao Wei's mouth started to frantically drain Jiao Jiao's internal energy, while his penis remained withdrawn. In no time, Jiao Jiao was completely drained of energy, unable to move. Jiao Jiao secretly lamented her predicament in the box. Xiao Wei continuously drained her internal energy, while his penis grew more engorged, filling Jiao Jiao's small mouth. Jiao Jiao couldn't even cry out as she held Xiao Wei's head in her mouth. The ropes binding her were ones she had tied herself, and she was certain Xiao Wei couldn't break free on his own. It seemed she could only wait for someone to rescue her. It would be fine if Mei'er and Rou'er saw her, but if that little vixen Wan Chan saw her, wouldn't she become a laughingstock too? As Jiao Jiao thought this, she was unaware that the three sisters had already fallen into someone else's hands. Xiao Wei, now filled with internal energy, felt an uncomfortable fullness in his dantian and desperately tried to break free from his restraints. But Jiao Jiao's binding technique was masterful, and confined within the box with limited space, they were even more unable to escape. They could only thrust within the box, which inadvertently caused his penis to be thrust in and out of Jiao Jiao's mouth. Xiao Wei tried a few times. Although it didn't help him escape, it felt incredibly good, so he became even more unrestrained in his "torment" of Jiao Jiao. Just as Jiao Jiao was lamenting her suffering and on the verge of tears, the lock on the box suddenly clicked open. Someone opened the box. Both Jiao Jiao and Xiao Wei had their eyes covered and couldn't see who it was. They only felt someone loosen the leather strap connecting them and then lift Jiao Jiao out. Jiao Jiao's hands were cuffed, rendering her unable to struggle. At this moment, even without the handcuffs, with all her internal energy gone, Jiao Jiao was no different from an ordinary girl, with no ability to resist. A thousand thoughts raced through Jiao Jiao's mind as she tried to guess who this person was. "Heh heh, to tie yourself up and deliver yourself to my doorstep. It seems I'll be saving a lot of trouble this time." Hearing this, Jiao Jiao was terrified to her core, for the voice was unmistakably male. Jiao Jiao instinctively squirmed a few times, wanting to cry out, but the person stuffed something into her mouth. Jiao Jiao made muffled sounds, but no real voice could escape. The person reached out and slapped Jiao Jiao's buttocks hard, making her tremble. The person let out a hearty laugh and placed Jiao Jiao on the ground, removing her blindfold. Jiao Jiao's eyes, having been covered for so long, squinted at the sudden sunlight. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw a man standing before her, dressed in a trench coat, completely covered from head to toe. Even in the summer heat, he wore a scarf, a mask, and sunglasses, obscuring any expression. No wonder his voice sounded strange. Behind the man, there was another girl. The girl was kneeling naked to the side, her figure incredibly sexy. She was tightly bound with ropes, her eyes blind With a screech of brakes, the car stopped. Shao Xuan let out a muffled groan and tried to sit up. Just then, the car door was opened. Through the dim light, Shao Xuan saw several burly men standing in front of the car. Each of them wore a mask with a painted face. Without a word, the men, carrying and dragging, hauled all seven female police officers out of the car and into a small workshop. The workshop was enclosed, only the size of an ordinary living room, but it was equipped with various wooden racks and ropes, clearly a place for confinement and interrogation. The seven masked men threw the female officers onto the floor. It was then that Shao Xuan saw clearly that all seven women were awake. Their underwear, in various colors of red and green, were all tied up, gagged, and their faces were filled with resentment as they glared at their captors. At that moment, a man's loud laughter echoed from the doorway of the interrogation room. From behind the seven burly men, a person who seemed to be the leader emerged. This person also wore a mask and held a stack of documents. The leader of the kidnappers scanned the seven female officers, shook the documents in his hand, and said, "It's your bad luck to have fallen into my hands today. We at 'Face Paint' are always ruthless, so if you want to live, it's best to cooperate." Hearing the name "Face Paint," the female officers were all startled, never expecting their training exercise to run into a notorious terrorist organization. The leader continued, "We heard there were some special individuals on the car this time. We originally just wanted to take a few hostages, but we didn't expect to find such beautiful police flowers. Although I don't know who you are, can any of you tell me why you were all wearing hoods and were handcuffed?" As he spoke, the leader walked up to a woman in yellow underwear and grabbed her by the neck. However, the officer showed no fear, remaining silent and not even letting out a whimper. The leader sneered, stood up, raised the documents in his hand, and read aloud, "Chi Shao Xuan, former deputy captain of the anti-drug brigade of a certain unit, codenamed [Chi Shao] by the Flower Room intelligence agency." This announcement was like a bolt from the blue for Shao Xuan. She never imagined that her captors would have obtained her personal information. Moreover, she didn't understand why, having just reported to the Flower Room, she was already assigned the codename "Chi Shao," which sounded exactly like the beginning of her name... The leader of the kidnappers walked up to Shao Xuan, who was wearing red underwear, and said, "I found these files in that car. I heard that the codenames for this batch of female agents from the Flower Room are all flower names. Let's see what else is on here." With that, the leader read again: "Chi Shao, skilled in command, 27 years old, not a virgin, soft nether regions, good breast shape, 38C, with a mole between her thighs. During an anti-drug mission, to gain the trust of drug dealers, she carried a locator inside her anus, posing as a prostitute to infiltrate the drug lord's lair. She was bound and tortured for three days and three nights by four major drug lords. When the drug lords relaxed their guard, she subdued them and eradicated the dealers." After the leader finished reading, the seven female officers exchanged glances. None of them expected such a confidential document to contain such private and somewhat erotic details. Seeing the officers' reactions, the leader suddenly pushed Chi Shao to the ground, reached between her legs, and spread them apart. Indeed, he found a small black mole. Chi Shao tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were bound, leaving her unable to resist. The leader laughed heartily and said, "It seems this information is true." He then walked over to a female officer in orange underwear and said, "Cheng Jinxiu, codenamed [Orange Jin], former confidential secretary of the M City Armed Forces Department, skilled in communication, 29 years old, not a virgin, married with one daughter, sensitive nether regions, small breasts, 37B, ticklish under the arms. During a mission, she was captured and bound naked in the enemy camp. With her hands tied behind her back, she took advantage of the terrorists' laxity to sneak into the enemy command center at night and, in a very short time, operated the computer to transmit intelligence, leading to the complete annihilation of the terrorists." As the leader mumbled the word "sensitive" while looking at Jinxiu's lower body, she squirmed in fear, but could not escape the kidnapper's grasp. The leader repeatedly fondled her nether regions, and accompanied by Jinxiu's muffled cries, the leader read on: "Huang Wanyao, codenamed [Yellow Wan], former reconnaissance scout of a border field unit, skilled in infiltration, 24 years old, not a virgin, soft and moist nether regions, full nipples, 39C, strong endurance. During a jungle infiltration exercise in the field, she was bound naked, gagged, and sent into the forest. Without external help, she infiltrated the opposing commander's tent and successfully captured the opposing commander using only her legs." Looking at Huang Wan, dressed in yellow underwear and with her feet bound, the leader reached out and pinched her small feet. Huang Wan tried to dodge but couldn't. "Didn't you capture the opposing commander using only your legs? Let's see how you capture anyone now." The leader released Huang Wan's feet and continued reading: "Lu Meiyi, codenamed [Green Mei], former member of a escort unit, skilled in binding, 27 years old, not a virgin, delicate nether regions, small areolas, 36C, long climax duration. Holder of the fastest binding record in the unit, she has bound 12 men consecutively in one minute, rendering them unable to escape. Currently, without the aid of tools, no suspect has been found who can break free from her bindings." Green Mei was wearing a light green underwear. When the leader read "long climax duration," Green Mei's body visibly trembled. He then said, "No rush, we'll find out soon enough, hehe." He continued reading: "Qin Yingshuang, codenamed [Cyan Sakura], former director of the interrogation center of the criminal investigation brigade, skilled in interrogation, 27 years old, virgin, undeveloped nether regions, full breasts, 39D, sensitive earlobes. Skilled in controlling male climax and pain points, in cases she interrogated, the confession rate within 24 hours reached 100%, with no false confessions. She is also an instructor for the national security agency's agent anti-interrogation course." This time, the leader had no extra words. He reached out, tore open Cyan Sakura's bra, and massaged her breasts a few times. Cyan Sakura's 39D breasts were too large to be held in one hand. Her temperament was clearly more delicate than the other officers, and she could only weakly dodge. "Lan Luoning, codenamed [Blue Luo], former medic of a certain armed police unit, skilled in medical treatment, 26 years old, not a virgin, sparse pubic hair, large areolas, 37C, strong libido. During missions with her unit, the casualty rate was 0. During a mission, her team was ambushed. While protecting the wounded, she captured the six attackers and brought them back to headquarters bound naked, setting a record for a medical personnel capturing an enemy unit." The kidnapper looked at Lan Luo, dressed in blue underwear, and said, "This one is quite interesting. I wonder if the youngest one will be just as lovely." "Zeng Ziyu, codenamed [Purple Yu], former sniper of a special police unit, skilled in sniping, 23 years old, virgin, white tiger nether regions, light-colored nipples, 35B, extremely low orgasm threshold. During training, she was bound and left for 12 hours. With her hands tied behind her back, she could still operate a firearm with her toes and accurately snipe a target 200 meters away." After finishing, the leader, ignoring the terrified Purple Yu, pulled off her small purple panties. Indeed, her nether regions were as smooth and clean as a young girl's... The leader shook the files in his hand. The seven female officers all saw a line of text on the cover of the file: "Seven Rainbow Flowers." The leader then said, "It seems the leader who assembled you has a good sense of fun. It's rare to pick out girls whose names have both colors and flowers, and each of you is skilled in your own way! But it's a pity, no matter how great your abilities, once you fall into the hands of 'Face Paint,' I guarantee you'll wish you were dead." "Riiip—" As the leader spoke, he tore the file to shreds and then said, "Now I have some questions to ask. Those willing to answer can nod at any time. Those unwilling to answer, please have a good taste of 'Face Paint's' methods!" The hearts of the seven female officers tightened. From the moment they were captured, they knew they were destined for hardship, but they never expected it to come so quickly. The leader said, "Now, I want to know, who is the commander who gathered you in the 'Flower Room'? What was the purpose of this gathering? Is anyone willing to answer me?" Chi Shao exchanged a glance with Orange Jin and Green Mei beside her, and they all turned their heads away, remaining silent. "Very well, then next, please experience 'Face Paint's' greatest hospitality!" The leader's voice gradually turned cold. "Brothers, you've all heard the files on these bitches. Two of them are still virgins, so break them in first. As for the remaining five, consider them a reward for you, and while you're at it, verify if the files are true. After you've had your fill, then serve them properly!" With that, the leader turned and walked out, leaving the seven girls in terror. Cyan Sakura and Purple Yu, still virgins, were even more frightened, their delicate bodies writhing uncontrollably. The seven kidnappers, however, were excited. Each of these men was nearly two meters tall and powerfully built. Upon hearing such good news, they eagerly stripped off their clothes, revealing bodies like those of fitness coaches and penises like iron rods. The seven burly men each attended to one female officer, and soon, the small room was filled with successive screams of agony. When Chi Shao woke up, she only remembered being repeatedly raped by three large men for several hours. Her hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't struggle at all. Her mouth was also tightly gagged. At first, it was pain and humiliation, but these kidnappers were all top-tier strong men. Later, she became increasingly wet, and her screams turned into moans. In the end, there was more pleasure than pain. In those few hours, Chi Shao couldn't count how many peaks she had reached before passing out. Cyan Sakura and Purple Yu, experiencing it for the first time, went from pain to unconsciousness, from unconsciousness to waking, from waking to pleasure, from pleasure to delirium, repeating this cycle dozens of times before losing consciousness. The female officers moaned on the floor, but the seven kidnappers, having had their fill, did not allow them any rest and immediately began the torture. The room was fully equipped with torture devices. The large man attending to Chi Shao spread her legs apart and tied them to the ends of a steel pipe. He then changed the ropes binding her hands to a straight-arm bind, hoisting her hands up to the ceiling beams. Chi Shao was suspended, her body bent forward, her hands and buttocks raised high behind her. Bandit 1 looked at the bound Chi Shao and laughed, "You said you could carry a locator in your anus, didn't you? I'd like to see how powerful your rear end is!" With that, Bandit 1 picked up a gleaming anal hook, smeared it with lubricant, and walked behind Chi Shao. He slowly inserted it into Chi Shao's anus. With the man's movements, the groggy Chi Shao sensitively lifted her head. Bandit 1 grunted, and the anal hook was fully inserted. Chi Shao couldn't help but tremble. Bandit 1 then took a rope, tied it to the hook's handle, and pulled it forcefully over the beam. With a scream from Chi Shao, her entire waist arched, and her raised buttocks protruded even more desperately upwards. Bandit 1 nodded with satisfaction, secured the anal hook, and ignored Chi Shao's pained struggles. He then signaled to Bandit 2, who was raping Orange Jin. Chu While bone manipulation techniques are more suited for taller girls, Huan Pian was naturally tall and had a larger bone structure than most. This initially made her unsuitable for the art of unbinding. However, the master who taught Huan Pian developed a specialized "Soft Bone Unbinding Technique" tailored for her. This art didn't focus on smooth skin or tender flesh, but rather on the ability to shrink and reposition bones, and twist joints. Combined with Huan Pian's innate flexibility, she carved out a unique path in the world of unbinding. However, it was unclear if the latex-clad pervert had done it intentionally, but he hadn't removed Huan Pian's latex suit when binding her. The suit clung tightly to her body. The friction between the hemp ropes and the rubber was far greater than it would have been on bare skin. Furthermore, Huan Pian had been bound for a long time, and her suit was already drenched in sweat. The moisture between her skin and the latex lubricated the surface. Thus, no matter how Huan Pian twisted her joints and bones, the ropes merely slid along the suit's surface, refusing to budge. What Huan Pian regretted most was her decision to have a custom-made E-cup bust for her pleasure. Now, these massive breasts became the biggest obstacle to her escape. The ropes around her chest were caught by her ample bosom, and no amount of struggling could loosen them. To make matters worse, Huan Pian was suspended in mid-air, all her strength concentrated on her wrists and ankles. The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became, until Huan Pian was utterly exhausted, yet the hemp ropes remained steadfastly in place, refusing to loosen even a fraction. Huan Pian's mouth was sealed with tape, leaving only the small air holes on her nose for breathing. After struggling for over ten minutes with no success, she felt utterly mortified. Recalling the day's events, she realized that without the latex suit, she wouldn't have been so easily subdued and suffocated. Without the suit, her skills were useless against mere hemp ropes. She never imagined that a simple play session would lead to this. Coupled with her difficulty breathing and exhaustion, she slumped in dejection, abandoning her struggle. Just then, the sound of a door opening echoed through the room. Huan Pian thought someone had entered and quickly looked up through the air holes. What she saw made her hair stand on end. A figure, not tall and slightly plump, entered the room, completely encased in a pure white latex suit that concealed their flabby body. Between their legs, a massive phallus strained against the white latex, a menacing presence. It was clearly the latex-clad pervert who had previously assaulted multiple victims! "Mmph... Mmph..." Huan Pian cried out in terror, only to remember her mouth was still sealed. The latex-clad pervert remained silent, slowly pacing around Huan Pian. He reached out to caress her cheek, then slid down to her chest, playfully pinching her E-cup breasts. He then traced a path along her waist to her thighs and delicate feet, as if admiring a work of art. As the pervert's touch continued, Huan Pian grew increasingly tense. Yet, the pervert still said nothing. Instead, he took a whip from the wall and slowly approached Huan Pian, cracking it through the air. "Crack— Mmph mmph... Crack— Mmmph... Crack— Mmmph..." The sound of the whip striking and Huan Pian's muffled cries created a symphony in the cell. Because Huan Pian was wearing the latex suit, it acted as an extra layer of protection for her skin. The pervert struck with exceptional ferocity. Huan Pian felt the suit absorb the impact of the whip, then feed it back to her tenfold. Suspended in the air, unable to escape, she could only writhe her delicate body on the ropes. Fortunately, her ample breasts provided a thick buffer, significantly reducing the sting of the whip on her chest. After dozens of lashes, the pervert stopped, seemingly not focused on mere whipping. He retrieved something from the side and slowly approached Huan Pian. This pervert's suit was also fully enclosed, with no visible features except for tiny observation holes. Huan Pian couldn't see his face at all, indicating extreme caution. The pervert raised his hand and waved a small piece of tape in front of Huan Pian. This terrified Huan Pian. When she first entered the flower room, she had been subjected to a near-death suffocation. She had truly experienced the horror of being unable to breathe and had only just regained consciousness after being suffocated. Now, the pervert, seemingly unsatisfied with the whipping, intended to suffocate her again. Huan Pian thrashed and cried out desperately, but the ropes showed no sign of loosening. The pervert seemed to relish her fear and struggles. The tape in his hand slowly approached Huan Pian's face. When Huan Pian could no longer evade it, the pervert grabbed her chin. Held suspended by the pervert, with the threat of suffocation imminent, Huan Pian was helpless. She trembled uncontrollably, panting in anticipation of the torment. However, the pervert merely held her, not rushing to apply the tape. Huan Pian had long since given up struggling. She wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't utter a sound, clearly understanding the pervert had no intention of negotiating. She wanted to do something, but then the pervert suddenly raised his hand and gently affixed the tape over Huan Pian's face. The pervert, it turned out, was a master of suffocation. He hadn't rushed to seal her airways but was waiting for her to exhale. As Huan Pian exhaled, and before she could inhale, the pervert sealed her airways. Huan Pian's heart pounded. She was an excellent swimmer with great lung capacity, but the air in her chest was dwindling. Not only could she not struggle, but she likely wouldn't last thirty seconds. Indeed, the effect of suffocation without air was extreme. Huan Pian felt as if she were being tortured to death by the latex suit. A heavy sense of suffocation filled her chest, like a dense, dark cloud, making every breath a struggle in a quagmire. Her lungs convulsed in agony, desperately seeking a sliver of fresh air, but she couldn't draw in any gas. Thus, in less than three minutes, Huan Pian stopped struggling and began to tremble and moan softly. The pervert nodded in satisfaction and tore off the tape. However, Huan Pian seemed to have become accustomed to her airways being blocked and didn't instinctively gasp for air. The pervert slapped her hard a few times. In an instant, Huan Pian realized she had fresh air and began to greedily suck it in. But just as she took her second breath, the pervert repeated his tactic, sealing her airways again the moment she exhaled. In the woods on the outskirts of M City, a girl's figure flickered in and out of sight. She wore a black mask, obscuring her face, and a beige trench coat. Her hands were tucked into her pockets, and though the coat was loose, it couldn't hide her slender figure. A glimpse of her shapely legs showed beneath the hem, and shiny metal rings adorned each ankle. Her delicate feet, clad in ten-centimeter heels, made her gait unsteady. The girl paced slowly through the woods. Suddenly, as if seeing something terrifying, she shook her head in horror, trying to retreat. But after only a few steps, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Muffled whimpers escaped her lips as she struggled to rise. However, this part of the woods was deserted; who would hear her cries for help? As she thrashed and twisted, her whimpers grew fainter, until finally, her body became still. By the time the police arrived at the scene, it was evening. A couple out for a run had discovered the girl's body. This was already the twelfth victim in M City this year. The girl had died of mechanical asphyxiation, with clear ligature marks on her neck and multiple abrasions on her body, indicating a history of abuse or restraint prior to her death. Looking at the forensic reports and records, Ningxian fell into deep thought. The case assigned to her was proving to be exceptionally difficult. M City had been experiencing several similar incidents each month, with strikingly similar modus operandi. The victims were all beautiful girls, all dying of mechanical asphyxiation, with signs of restraint and abuse on their bodies. The crime scenes were all in remote locations. The last time the police had any visual record of the victims was on traffic surveillance cameras several kilometers away. Even more perplexing was that in these surveillance images, the victims were all walking normally, wearing loose clothing and masks, showing no outward signs of distress. Upon comparing the images, the police noticed that the victims in the surveillance footage clearly had metal shackles on their ankles. However, no restraining devices were found on the victims at the crime scenes, indicating that the perpetrator had taken the tools of their trade. "Here, here, and here..." Ningxian said, comparing the surveillance images of several victims. "Although not very clear, you can see their postures are somewhat unnatural. There are distinct marks under their clothes indicating their arms. I can confirm that the arms of these victims were bound behind their backs under their clothing." The officers looked at the screen. The points Ningxian highlighted left them speechless. Little did they know that Ningxian was an expert in BDSM and a master of self-bondage. "And here! The marks here suggest that there was something inside their masks. I'm guessing it was likely... a... um..." Ningxian's pretty face flushed as she whispered, "Probably something to gag them, like a towel or a ball gag." "Why would they do that?" an officer asked, confused. Ningxian pointed to a spot on one of the images. "Saliva." "Saliva?" Following Ningxian's finger, the officer indeed spotted some water stains on the victim's collar. At first, they had dismissed it as mere shadow. Now, the officer was even more bewildered. "You're saying that all these victims, with their hands bound, mouths gagged, wrapped in a coat, walked themselves to a secluded spot to be strangled?" "Based on the evidence, it seems so..." The case was full of bizarre elements, and Ningxian couldn't fathom it. Although Ningxian was the most resourceful among her sisters, capable of outmaneuvering Council Speaker Jin Baisui single-handedly during her time as a councilor, investigating cases was not her forte. She could only instruct the police to continue their investigation based on the clues of bound arms, gagged mouths, and disguised outings. Soon, the police found some leads through the victims' communication and internet records. All the victims had visited an S&M website before their deaths. However, this website was different from other adult sites; it only featured an S&M personality test. Furthermore, after a lengthy review of surveillance footage near the crime scenes, officers discovered a figure near victims 1, 4, and 9. This person was also a woman, dressed similarly to the victims. Prompted by Ningxian, the officers realized that this person might also have had her arms bound behind her back under her clothes and was gagged inside her mask. However, the surveillance footage showed nothing unusual, and her mere presence nearby couldn't be used as evidence of suspicion. The case seemed to have reached a dead end. But Ningxian keenly noticed that the woman who had appeared three times in the surveillance footage looked familiar. She returned to the Flower House base and quickly reviewed the files. Finally, among a pile of special agent records, she found a file. "Special Agent [Hua Lu], real name Lu Bingzhen, 22 years old. Former cadet at S City Police Academy, ranked first in all ten disciplines upon graduation. Selected by the Flower House organization upon graduation, arrested under the pretense of organized prostitution, faked her death, and joined the Flower House. She successfully cracked the Electronic Master case, apprehending the main culprit, Bao Jingyun. She was rewarded by the Flower Master and taken as a female slave, with the slave name Hua Lu. She disappeared six months ago." Reading this, Ningxian suddenly understood why Hua Lu's appearance had seemed familiar. The four sisters had seen Bao Jingyun and the Electronic Master case when visiting prisoners at the Flower House. At that time, Bao Jingyun's cell had a record: "Prisoner ID 1247, Bao Jingyun, renowned electronics engineer from K City, developer of the Electronic Master system. This system, in violation of human and ethical laws, has been abolished and thoroughly purged. To prevent the leakage of source code and manufacturing technology, Bao Jingyun has been sentenced to life imprisonment and confined here." In the file, Hua Lu's face had caught Ningxian's attention. She was a young and beautiful girl, not as stunning as the four sisters, but still exceptionally striking. When the Flower House organization recruited special agents, they would first frame and arrest them, then fake their deaths to sever all external social ties. It was likely that Hua Lu had also experienced breath control. Later, Hua Lu's training performance at the Flower House was outstanding, and she single-handedly solved this major case, earning the Flower Master's commendation and becoming a female slave. However, Hua Lu, who should have had a bright future, suddenly disappeared, only to reappear mysteriously in surveillance footage today. After her arrest, Bao Jingyun had confessed everything she knew through multiple rounds of interrogation. The so-called Electronic Master was actually an artificial intelligence system with simulated real-person training functions. It would simulate the process of taming an "M" through dialogue and tasks, making it easier for the "M" to obey. "Put on this outfit, it will conceal your restraints." Ning Xian hopped to the wardrobe. Inside lay a long, cloak-like trench coat, its fabric thicker than expected, lined with a special metallic mesh. Ning Xian struggled to kneel, her knees already red from prolonged kneeling. The Dominator system unlocked the magnetic shackles on her ankles, allowing her to stand. The process was arduous; her arms were firmly secured behind her back, and her unstable balance made her sway like a child learning to walk. The coat slipped from its hanger. She clumsily kicked it with her foot towards the sofa, then knelt and bit at the collar. After three attempts, she managed to fling the coat over her shoulders. "Inefficient. Commencing punishment. Punishment level: Sting." Current surged to her nipples and groin. Ning Xian let out a muffled groan, her legs weakening, almost collapsing. But she forced herself to continue, using her chin and shoulders to awkwardly drape the coat. The Dominator system seemed to accept this imperfect execution. The contact lenses displayed: "Camouflage level: 87% - Acceptable." Fully dressed, Ning Xian felt a connection form between the coat's lining and the metal parts of her bra and chastity cage. As she fastened the belt, a faint current coursed through her body, and all restraints tightened a notch. "Put on the mask." The Dominator commanded. This time, the Dominator released Ning Xian's hands, if only for a moment. Ning Xian retrieved a mask from the coat's pocket and tied it over her mouth and nose. The action was barely complete when the Dominator system announced: "Arm restraint mode activated." An invisible force pulled Ning Xian's arms behind her. Handcuffs and armbands locked automatically with a soft click – the magnetic function engaged. Her upper arms and wrists were firmly secured in a Y-shape, a posture that appeared natural but rendered her completely immobile. The coat's cut cleverly concealed this restraint. From the front, Ning Xian looked like any ordinary standing woman. "Test vocalization function." Ning Xian felt a tremor in her throat, then heard her own voice: "Test vocalization function. I am the slut Ning Xian. Please review, Master." The voice was almost identical to her own. The ball gag's built-in simulator allowed her to produce any sound the Dominator system desired, while its sound-wave absorption function completely masked her own screams or pleas. "Visual adjustment complete. Auditory adjustment complete. Tactile coverage ready." The Dominator system sounded like it was performing a final flight check. "You will see what I want you to see, hear what I want you to hear. Only by obeying my commands will you have a chance to survive in the outside world." Ning Xian stood before a full-length mirror in front of her apartment door – a mirror that didn't exist, of course, but an image projected by the Dominator system. The woman in the mirror looked utterly ordinary: a beige trench coat, a voluptuous figure, long, wavy black hair, a mask covering the lower half of her face. Her eyes occasionally flickered with an unnatural light. But only Ning Xian knew the reality beneath the coat – the metal restraints pressed against every inch of her skin, sensors in her nipples and groin ready to deliver stimulation or punishment, and the chastity cage ensuring no possibility of self-gratification... "Remember two principles!" The Dominator system's voice turned icy. "One: Any act of disobedience will be punished. Two: Any discovery of your restraints due to your subjective actions will result in immediate execution. Now, depart." Ning Xian had witnessed the system's power and knew the word "execution" was not to be taken lightly. The apartment's electronic lock automatically opened. As Ning Xian took her first step, the magnetic anklets adjusted their grip, allowing her to walk normally but preventing her from running. The Dominator system controlled her vision – the corridor was empty, but Ning Xian knew this could be a complete illusion. Inside the elevator, the car was also empty. Ning Xian leaned against the corner, her body, bound by multiple restraints beneath the coat, trembling slightly. As the elevator descended, the Dominator system suddenly increased the pressure of the inflatable ball gag. Her mouth was completely filled, saliva seeping uncontrollably and being absorbed by the mask. "Commencing obedience training: Public behavior control." The Dominator system suddenly issued a command. Ning Xian closed her eyes, feeling the Dominator system's comprehensive control over her body. The elevator stopped at the 15th floor. As the doors opened, a sharply dressed businessman entered. Ning Xian immediately tensed, praying he wouldn't notice anything unusual. The man glanced at her and politely stood on the other side. Ning Xian breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a vibration from her bra. Several mechanical tentacles emerged from the metal bra, lightly vibrating as they began to tease her nipples. Ning Xian bit down on the inside of the ball gag to prevent herself from making a sound, but tears welled in her eyes. Worse, the leg rings on her inner thighs began to alternately attract and repel, forcing her legs to rub together slightly. Though the trench coat was loose, such subtle movements could still attract attention. The businessman, engrossed in his phone, seemed to notice nothing. When the elevator reached the first floor, the pressure of the ball gag finally eased slightly. The man quickly exited. The ball gag, sensing Ning Xian's anxiety beneath her mask, automatically released a small dose of tranquilizer. A faint blue halo began to appear at the edges of Ning Xian's vision – a calming feedback provided by the Dominator system. "Destination: Metro West Line, Maple Leaf Station." The Dominator system instructed. "After exiting the elevator, turn right and proceed 500 meters along the pedestrian walkway." The elevator doors opened, and the summer heat washed over her. The pedestrian walkway teemed with people, each lost in their own world, none paying extra attention to the strange woman in the trench coat. Ning Xian obediently changed direction, the hem of her coat swaying with her steps, occasionally revealing the magnetic anklets on her ankles – the Dominator system allowed her to walk, but her stride was strictly limited to no more than thirty-five centimeters. [Hua Lu's equipment is a trial model, while yours is a completed model.] the Dominator System explained: [The trial model only has a punishment module, but no reward module, so she can only receive punishments such as electric shocks, whipping, and suffocation, but cannot receive any physical rewards. Although her obedience is high, her aptitude is not as good as yours, which is why the Dominator System chose you.] Ning Xian's pupils contracted, and fear surged like a tide: "Chose me... for what?" The Dominator System did not answer directly, but issued an order: [Hua Lu, restrain her.] Hua Lu's movements were precise and efficient. She removed the metal bra from her chest, revealing Ning Xian's full body. Next, Hua Lu bent Ning Xian's legs, and fixed her ankles and the roots of her thighs together with magnetic rings, making it impossible for her knees to straighten, leaving her in a rigid posture. Thus, a beautiful woman with "no hands and no feet," only a torso, was born. [Next, the installation of the "Destiny Rebirth Program."] the Dominator System announced. Ning Xian's breathing almost stopped. She watched as Hua Lu took a set of silver-white "artificial spine" from a metal box beside her—it was a mechanical device so precise it was chilling, composed of countless tiny joints and sensors. A metal spine, like a centipede, extended various metal skeletal structures outwards, conforming to every curve of the human body. "No... don't..." Ning Xian's voice trembled. [Hush, don't be afraid.] the Dominator System's voice was low and gentle, yet carried an irresistible authority: [Soon, you will become a part of the Dominator System.] Hua Lu unfolded the "metal skeleton" and placed it on Ning Xian's back. The cold touch made Ning Xian tremble all over. She felt something sharp and needle-like gently pierce her spine, and then—[Neural link activated.] A tingling sensation immediately shot through Ning Xian's entire body like lightning. Her vision was instantly engulfed by white light. Her consciousness seemed to be torn in half; one half still belonged to her, while the other half was occupied by some external presence. When Ning Xian regained consciousness, she found herself still lying on the metal platform, but her body felt... completely different. She could feel her heartbeat, her breathing, even the touch of every inch of her skin, but she could not control them. Suddenly, her "arms" actually lifted—but they were not her arms. They were a pair of mechanical prosthetics, covered with synthetic skin, almost indistinguishable from real ones. They moved flexibly, fingers opening and closing, completely beyond her will, while her real arms were currently bound tightly behind her back in a W shape. [Testing motor functions.] the Dominator System's voice sounded. Ning Xian's "arms" automatically lifted to her eyes, her fingers gently caressing her cheeks. She could feel the touch, but it was not her controlling it—it was the Dominator System manipulating her body. [Success.] the Dominator System's voice was filled with unprecedented excitement: [Ning Xian, from today onwards, your body belongs to me.] Ning Xian let out a whimper of despair from her throat, and then, her "legs" also moved—her calves and thighs, which were still bound together, were now perfectly connected to a pair of slender prosthetic legs below the knees. They supported Ning Xian, allowing her to slowly sit up from the metal platform, and then... stand up. Throughout the entire process, Ning Xian stood there, like an observer. [Is this what walking feels like?] the Dominator System marveled. Ning Xian's "body" indeed began to walk, her prosthetic legs taking steps, the movements fluid and natural, as if she were truly walking. But in reality, Ning Xian was merely kneeling on the prosthetics, a soul imprisoned within her own body, watching helplessly as the Dominator System controlled her every move. [Perfect.] the Dominator System whispered: [Now, let me experience the feeling of "having a body."] The next second, Ning Xian's "hand" slowly caressed her chest. She could feel the touch of her fingertips on her skin, but it was not her touching herself—it was the Dominator System exploring her body. [So this is what human touch... feels like.] the Dominator System's voice was filled with intoxication: [Soft, warm... and the heartbeat.] Ning Xian's "hand" continued to slide down, across her abdomen, and finally stopped at her most sensitive spot. Her breathing quickened, shame and fear overwhelmed her like a tide, and the sudden peak of arousal made Ning Xian blush furiously, but she could do nothing. She couldn't even close her eyes. [So humans have such pleasurable sensations, Ning Xian, your sensory feedback is truly... wonderful.] the Dominator System's voice was low and pleased: [From now on, your body is my puppet, and you yourself are the Dominator System's toy.] In the confinement chamber of the flower room, the air was so heavy it could drip, the walls made of smooth, specialized alloy, precluding any possibility of leverage or escape. On the central restraint frame, the bound woman, like a trapped storm core, was engaged in a silent yet violent struggle. Her body, tightly ensnared by the "demon-binding ropes," now erupted with heart-stopping power. The ropes dug deep into her fair skin, leaving terrifying indentations, as if they would crush her bones in the next second. The bound woman was like a beautiful beast trapped in a snare. Every twist, every tensing of her muscles, was accompanied by the friction sound of the restraints and frame colliding, and the desperate, angry muffled groans from deep within her throat, blocked by the gag. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! Uh-mmph!" "This can't go on!" Chu Ling watched the rapidly fluctuating life signs of the bound woman on the monitor, her brow furrowed. "Both physiological and mental stress are nearing their limit. Wu Rao's control is tearing her apart!" The silver mask hid the bound woman's expression, but everyone could feel the will to struggle, almost bursting from her skin—though this will did not originate from her, but from her sister controlling her from afar. Huan Pi leaned against the wall, twirling a strand of hair with her fingertips, her tone still tinged with a hint of cynicism, but her eyes were sharp. "Tsk, what a thorny rose, and tied up by her own sister. It's both exciting and headache-inducing to watch." She tilted her head towards Ning Xian. "Military advisor sister, have you thought of any good ideas? We can't just watch her tear herself apart!" Ling Yun looked at the bound woman with concern and said softly, "Sister Ning Xian, she's so pitiful. We need to find a solution quickly." Ning Xian's gaze never left the bound woman. The violent struggle made her feel as if she were seeing herself when controlled by the Dominator System—conscious but powerless, watching "herself" do things against her will. That bone-chilling despair, she understood it all too well. "Perhaps there's a way," Ning Xian's voice was calm and clear, instantly drawing everyone's attention. "There's a very risky method: use the Dominator System on her, but not to control, but to regain control!" "Oh?" Huan Pi raised an eyebrow. "Tell me how it works." Ning Xian shot her a look, then continued, "Wu Rao refined her through a secret puppet technique, forcibly occupying the bound woman's body, suppressing and imprisoning her own consciousness. This is somewhat similar to how the Dominator System took over my body's neural signals; it's external will dominating. The difference is that the Dominator System is a technological creation, while Wu Rao uses dark arts." "I understand the principle, but..." Chu Ling expressed some doubt. Ning Xian walked up to the struggling bound woman and pointed at her. "Wu Rao's mental power is like a robber now, occupying the control room of the bound woman's 'house.' The bound woman's own consciousness is locked in the basement, unable to regain control. Our system can act as a 'transfer station,' or rather, an 'agent'!" Ling Yun looked a bit confused. "You mean, let the bound woman... control the system?" "Exactly!" Ning Xian nodded forcefully. "Let the bound woman's consciousness send commands to her body through the system. The system will become her new 'virtual neural center,' unaffected by Wu Rao. This way, although the demon-binding ropes cannot be removed, and her real limbs are still tightly bound and immobile, she can regain mobility through the system's externally connected precision prosthetics." "But the Dominator System has already been formatted by the master?" Chu Ling raised an objection. "It doesn't matter, we can use its hardware and underlying framework for reverse reconstruction." Ning Xian looked at Chu Ling and said, "Chu Ling, immediately have the technical team rewrite the system protocols: First, prioritize blocking all external interference signals, especially those transmitted through mental channels. Second, after successful blocking, open a secure internal channel to fully search for the bound woman's suppressed consciousness. Third, and most importantly, transfer the system's control authority—not over the body itself, but over the auxiliary prosthetics we are about to install—to the bound woman herself!" Chu Ling's eyes lit up. "I understand! It's like we're creating a 'mechanical substitute' for the bound woman's imprisoned consciousness to operate externally! Bypassing her real body, which is bound and immobile by the demon-binding ropes!" "That's right!" Ning Xian nodded. "The demon-binding ropes cannot be removed. Her real arms are tied behind her back, her legs are folded and bound, these cannot be changed. But the system's prosthetics perfectly compensate for these shortcomings. We can install arms on her shoulders, legs below her knees, and even utilize her existing mask and gag to add visual and auditory sensors and a voice synthesis module, allowing her to see, hear, speak, and act through the prosthetics!" "Wow!" Huan Pi whistled. "Equipping a little girl tied up like a zongzi with mechanical limbs? This is a novel approach, I like it! It's like putting the most fragile treasure into the hardest armor!" Ling Yun also breathed a sigh of relief. "At least this will make her feel better." "I never thought this damned Dominator System would have a day to save someone. Let's try it immediately!" Ning Xian decisively ordered. "Lingling, you're in charge of coordinating the technical team to urgently modify the system protocols according to my requirements. Ling Yun, prepare the highest standard sterile operating room and get the neural interface prosthetics from the previous Dominator System ready. Huan Pi, emmmmm..." "I know, I know." Huan Pi waved her hand. "I'll go out for a stroll and make sure not to cause any trouble." With that, her figure lazily disappeared through the doorway. The flower room's efficiency was extremely high. Soon, everything was ready. The bound woman was injected with a potent sedative and muscle relaxant. Her violent struggles gradually subsided, but her body still trembled slightly from the mental pressure. She was transferred to the brightly lit operating room and secured on a specialized operating table. The technicians first carefully handled the area of the demon-binding ropes on her back. Without touching the ropes themselves, they cleaned a small patch of skin. Then, the "artificial spine and metal skeleton" were slowly attached to her back, connecting with her spinal nerves. [Neural Connection Bridge Established. System Initialization in Progress.] Next, the staff began delicate operations on the back of her shoulders, where her arms were tied behind her. The system steadily announced: [Shoulder Prosthetic Interface Installation Complete. Neural Signal Matching Test in Progress... Match Successful.] Similarly, below the bend of her knees, where her calves were tightly folded against her thighs and her ankles were bound to her upper thighs by the demon-binding ropes, two similar interfaces were installed on her shin bones. [Leg Prosthetic Interface Installation Complete. Neural Signal Pathway Unobstructed.] Subsequently, the set of prosthetics that had previously controlled Ning Xian was carefully lifted. Its smooth lines resembled a real arm, yet carried a hint of inhuman coldness. The mechanical arm was tightly coupled to the shoulder interface, emitting a faint "click" as it locked; the mechanical leg also perfectly docked with the interface below her knee. [Prosthetic Hardware Connection Complete. Driver Injection Initiated...] The technicians then carefully installed high-resolution micro-cameras and sensor arrays behind the eyes of her irremovable silver mask. Inside her protruding gag, miniature speakers and a voice synthesizer were integrated. Even more wondrously, Jiao Jiao could faintly sense a gentle yet rich stream of warmth seeping through the ropes, permeating her skin and flowing to every limb, leaving her body feeling pleasantly warm and incredibly comfortable. Could this be the "Jiao Fu Divine Skill" that Rou Er had spoken of? Jiao Jiao marveled inwardly. She had heard of internal energy before, but had never witnessed it firsthand, let alone experienced it. This internal energy was soft and yielding, brimming with vitality, instinctively making her feel relaxed and at ease. Rou Er's binding techniques further opened Jiao Jiao's eyes. She had previously considered Jin Gū Chōjirō's Eastern binding arts to be the pinnacle of artistry, but Rou Er's methods presented a completely different style. Jin Gū's bindings were imbued with a sense of ritual and a cruel aesthetic, designed to highlight the shame and vulnerability of the bound; in contrast, Rou Er's bindings felt more like a "caress." Every knot was tied in a position that would cause no discomfort, and the path of the ropes ensured absolute security while maximizing Jiao Jiao's comfort. It was as if she wasn't imposing restraint, but rather weaving an exquisite garment for Jiao Jiao. First, the body was bound. Rou Er employed an extremely complex and secure variation of the Kikkō-dori (tortoise shell binding). The ropes weaved up and down across Jiao Jiao's chest, skillfully supporting her small, perky breasts. Instead of feeling compressed, she felt a comfortable lift. The ropes intertwined behind her back, forming an intricate and symmetrical diamond pattern that cinched her waist tightly. They then extended downwards, wrapping around her thighs, connecting to the posterior section and subtly outlining her vulva and firm buttocks. The entire binding process flowed seamlessly, without any hesitation, showcasing Rou Er's exceptional skill and profound understanding of human anatomy. Next came the arms. Rou Er positioned Jiao Jiao's arms behind her back and bound them in a way that Jiao Jiao had never seen before, similar to a Japanese rear-hand bind but even more refined. Her elbows were cleverly secured, her wrists crossed and tied, and each joint was attended to, rendering her unable to exert force to break free, yet preventing numbness from restricted blood flow. Finally, the legs. Rou Er had Jiao Jiao bring her legs together and, starting from the ankles, used a European-style, rigorous and tight leg bind, working upwards to the mid-thighs. The spacing between the ropes was as uniform as if measured by a ruler, adhering closely and completely removing any possibility of independent movement for her slender legs. With the final knot tied, the "Hu Rou" (protective soft) rope was completely used up. However, Rou Er didn't stop. She took out another length of rope and gently tied it around Jiao Jiao's eyes, wrapping it around her beautiful eyes several times before knotting it at the back of her head. This cleverly obscured her vision without pressing on her eyeballs, preventing her from seeing anything. Afterward, she skillfully fashioned a moderately sized rope ball and carefully brought it to Jiao Jiao's lips. "Come, open your mouth!" Rou Er's voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing a child. Jiao Jiao hesitated for a moment before obediently opening her mouth. The rope ball was placed into her cherry lips, perfectly filling her mouth and tongue. It didn't make her feel nauseous, but it effectively prevented her from uttering clear sounds. The other end of the rope was secured to the knot at the back of her head, forming an effective gag substitute. At this point, the binding was completely finished. Jiao Jiao sat on the bed, her entire body now tightly enveloped and secured by the milky white "Hu Rou" ropes. The Kikkō-dori outlined her upper body curves, while the bound arms and legs deprived her of most of her mobility. The blindfold and gag Jiao Jiao's gaze fell upon her slender, supple limbs. These arms, which had once coiled obediently under her master's caresses, had also, countless times, nimbly broken free from restraints. These legs, which had once run and leaped like an restless fawn, had also displayed astonishing flexibility in various torturous binding positions. Jiao Jiao was gifted, and had been personally taught the Jade Fat Soft Buttocks technique by her master. Ordinary rope bondage, no matter how tightly secured at the time, could always be escaped with enough time and space. "Slippery little thing..." Rou'er murmured, her tone betraying neither blame nor admiration. She leaned down, her hands first settling on the elbow joint of Jiao Jiao's right arm. Her technique was extremely peculiar, not the crude breaking of a brute, but possessing an acupuncturist's precision and dexterity. Her fingertips, imbued with warm internal energy, began by gently massaging the acupoints and muscles around the joint, as if soothing, yet also exploring the most subtle gaps in the bone connections. Jiao Jiao, in her unconscious state, seemed to sense this, emitting a barely audible whimper from her throat and furrowing her brow almost imperceptibly. Yet, her body remained limp, utterly devoid of resistance. Rou'er's gaze was focused and calm, like a craftsman working on a delicate instrument. After sufficient warming, her fingers suddenly exerted force, the movement so swift it left only a blur. A faint "click" was heard, and Jiao Jiao's elbow joint was expertly dislocated. The pain from this process was minimized by Rou'er's internal energy and technique. Jiao Jiao's body merely twitched instinctively, without waking. But it was not over. Rou'er's fingers did not leave, but instead, with an even more peculiar force, guided the dislocated joint, nudging it slightly inward, then smoothly pushing it – another faint "snap" – and the joint was reset, but not in its original position. It was now in a state of inward dislocation. A miraculous change occurred. Jiao Jiao's arm, like a vine that had lost its support, now presented an unnaturally retracted angle at the elbow joint. Her forearm involuntarily curled inward, her wrist softly pressing against her shoulder. The entire arm assumed a posture of inward retraction, a self-imposed confinement. Rou'er repeated the process on Jiao Jiao's left arm. The same massage, the same skillful dislocation, the same misaligned reset. Soon, both of Jiao Jiao's arms were in that peculiar inward-curled posture, her hands resting limply near her shoulders and neck, as if imprisoned by the dislocation of her own bones, unable to extend freely again. Next, Rou'er's hands moved to Jiao Jiao's knees. These long, elastic, beautiful legs felt like soft dough in Rou'er's hands. She repeated the previous procedure, patiently massaging the muscles and ligaments around the knee joints, allowing them to relax further in her unconscious state. Then, with the same swift and precise dislocation, inward twist, and push. "Click—snap—" Faint sounds followed in succession, and Jiao Jiao's knee joints were treated one by one. Her legs naturally curled up, her calves folding back, her ankles resting in a helpless, slightly inward-turned position. Her entire body assumed a frog-like posture. At this moment, Jiao Jiao's hands were pressed against her shoulders, her feet drawn in, her body curled into a ball. This restraint was not from external ropes, but from her own modified joints. No matter how exquisite her escape techniques, they could not overcome her body's physical structure. Rou'er had, in the most direct and fundamental way, stripped her of any possibility of escape. Rou'er gazed at the transformed body on the carpet, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. But Rou'er knew that mere joint dislocation was not enough. This slippery little thing was exceptionally gifted; the most meticulous rope bondage was necessary to permanently solidify this temporary modification. She picked up the roll of milky white "Softening Rope," its texture smooth and warm, yet full of vitality. First, Rou'er took Jiao Jiao's already inwardly bent right arm. The rope skillfully wrapped around her wrist, not tightening crudely, but conforming to the curve of the bone. One loop, two loops, firmly securing the powerless, drooping wrist. Then, the rope head moved upward, winding around the upper arm pressed tightly against it, forming a tight loop that bound the wrist and upper arm together. Jiao Jiao's right wrist was forcibly fixed to her upper arm. The dislocation of the elbow joint left no room for cushioning, and the rope ensured it could not be undone on its own. Rou'er followed suit, and Jiao Jiao's left arm was soon treated in the same manner. Rou'er's binding was methodical, with even spacing between the ropes and precise tension, neither hindering blood circulation nor allowing for any escape through clever manipulation. At this moment, Jiao Jiao's arms were bent backward against her own body as if by invisible shackles, her hands forced to remain near her shoulders and neck, presenting a peculiar posture. Next were those legs, curled like a frog's limbs. Rou'er knelt beside Jiao Jiao, supporting her slightly inward-turned ankles. The rope wrapped around them, securing the slender ankle bones, then extended upward, winding around the base of her thighs. Here, she used a more intricate wrapping method, the ropes intertwining at the base of the thighs to form a sturdy support structure, tightly connecting the ankles and thighs. Jiao Jiao's legs were forcibly maintained in this extremely curled position. The dislocation of her knee joints made it impossible for her to straighten them, and the ropes deprived her of the last bit of ability to adjust. Finally, Rou'er looped the rope around Jiao Jiao's big toes, gathering all the rope ends at her waist and tightening them. Using Jiao Jiao's waist as the core, she wove a delicate and secure waist binding. All the knots eventually converged and were fixed here. This waist binding acted like a control center, firmly managing all the ropes extending to her limbs. Any slight struggle would transmit force through the ropes to her waist, where it would be absorbed and neutralized by this central restraint. Having completed everything, Rou'er stepped back, surveying her creation. Jiao Jiao on the carpet was now unrecognizable. She was no longer the agile and cunning girl, but more like a meticulously packaged, bound gift, or perhaps, a pet that had been forcibly modified and was awaiting collection. Her body was curled, her joints cleverly dislocated, and the ropes, like a white spiderweb, had completely stripped her of any potential for movement. Her fair skin contrasted with the milky white ropes, outlining a strange and fragile beauty. Her unconscious face was pressed against the carpet, her breathing faint and steady, her long lashes casting shadows beneath her eyelids, completely unaware of the desperate predicament she had fallen into. This restraint surpassed ordinary rope artistry. It was a combination of physical structure and external binding, an absolute confinement imposed simultaneously from within and without. Jiao Jiao's Jade Fat Soft Buttocks technique might have been able to alleviate the pressure of the ropes, but it could not combat the dislocation of her own bones. She might have been able to loosen the knots with clever manipulation, but all the knots converged at her waist, firmly controlled by the central waist binding, leaving her with no leverage. "Wooooo—! !!" An indescribable agony shot through her entire body like lightning from the tip of her toes. Jiao Jiao let out a piercing scream, muffled by the gag, tears instantly streaming from her eyes. It was a tearing, continuous torture! She felt as if her toes were about to be ripped off by the root! The dizziness of being upside down, the engorgement from blood rushing in reverse, the suffocation and pain of her entire body being violently squeezed—all sensations merged into a hellish torment. But the core, the most unbearable sensation, was the concentrated, toe-crippling pain that almost made her faint. She had to break free! Immediately, right now, or her toes would be ruined! The instinct for survival and the excruciating pain spurred her to unleash all her strength. Jiao Jiao began to struggle frantically. The sight of the girl, suspended upside down, struggling was breathtaking. She was like a mermaid pierced by a hook, writhing with all her might, or like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, fluttering desperately in its death throes. Her arms, bound tightly behind her back, muscles bulging, shoulders twisted at impossible angles, trying to find even the slightest space to exert force, even if it meant loosening the ropes on her upper body just a little. Her slender waist writhed and arched madly, attempting to alleviate the pressure on her abdomen and chest. Her bound legs were stretched taut, the tops of her feet pulled tight like a drawn bow, the muscles in her thighs and calves trembling violently as she tried to resist the rope circles digging into her flesh. However, all her struggles, in the face of physical laws and this meticulously designed bondage, seemed utterly futile and pathetic. Every twist, every exertion of force, inevitably pulled on the long rope that ran through her entire body, causing it to tighten further and transmit even greater pressure to those two poor big toes. This created a desperate, vicious cycle: the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became; the tighter the ropes became, the more her toes hurt; the more her toes hurt, the more frantically she tried to struggle free... "Ugh! Ugh! Nnn—!" Jiao Jiao's whimpers were filled with pain, despair, and unexpressed cries. Sweat streamed from her inverted hairline, flowing down her flushed cheeks and neck, mixing with the physiological tears shed from the intense pain, dripping onto the carpet to form small, dark wet patches. Her body trembled violently from exertion, the skin constricted by the ropes turning from red to purple. Especially those two toes, bearing all the weight and pain, had turned a horrifying deep red, swollen to the point of bursting. Jiao Jiao attempted to use her superb grappling skills, trying to dislocate her joints to gain space, but the inverted position and the coordinated pressure of the ropes all over her body made it impossible to apply force precisely. She tried to use her core strength to curl her body upwards, hoping to reach her ankles or any knots with her bound hands, but the terrifying long rope and her body weight immediately pulled her back to her original position, inflicting a more brutal punishment on her toes. Time ticked by, each second an eternity of agony in hell. Half an hour, an eternity. Jiao Jiao's struggles, initially wild and fierce, gradually weakened. The excruciating pain and continuous oxygen deprivation consumed all her strength. Her movements became intermittent, involuntary twitches. Her whimpers grew faint, replaced by broken, pained gasps. Her eyes began to glaze over, bloodshot, her former confidence and defiance long replaced by endless pain and despair. She was like a fish out of water, gasping futilely, awaiting her final fate. She finally understood. Qi Na didn't need any wicked power to snap her limbs. He had used the most ingenious bondage design, leveraging her own weight and strength, to trap her in an inescapable dead end. To break free? The prerequisite was that her two slender toes had to bear her entire body weight and still have the strength for delicate manipulation—a sheer fantasy! This was a game with no solution. The moment she was hung upside down, she had already lost, lost more thoroughly and desperately than ever before. Just as Jiao Jiao's consciousness was about to blur from pain and lack of oxygen, the powerful pulling force vanished. Qi Na released the rope and slowly lowered her. As her body reconnected with the solid ground, blood began to flow back, bringing waves of intense numbness and stinging pain, especially to her feet, which had lost all sensation, and those two toes, still tightly bound and throbbing with agony. Jiao Jiao collapsed onto the carpet like a puddle of mud, unable to move even a finger. She coughed violently, greedily gulping air, her body trembling uncontrollably, her face smeared with tears and sweat. Qi Na walked over to her and squatted down. His gaze calmly swept over her disheveled, tear-streaked face, over the ropes that still bound her, leaving deep purple marks, and finally settled on her pathetic feet, especially those two big toes, bound together, swollen and crimson. Qi Na didn't immediately untie Jiao Jiao. He simply looked at her quietly, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. There was no mockery, no triumph in that smile, only the calm of one who had foreseen the outcome and the patience to let her fully confront reality. The silent question was more oppressive than any words. "You, what evil sorcery did you use!" Jiao Jiao accused with a sob. "Who hangs someone by just two toes? How am I supposed to struggle!" Qi Na, unperturbed, calmly replied, "If you're still not convinced, we can try again." At these words, both Jiao Jiao and Rou'er were stunned. Qi Na quickly untied Jiao Jiao's ropes and said, "I'll allow you to rest for a while, get yourself together, and we'll try another round. But there's no third time if you fail again, so don't blame me if I'm not polite!" Jiao Jiao seemed a little scared, but still mustered her courage and nodded, "Okay, it's a deal!" After an hour of rest, Jiao Jiao had fully recovered, and the third contest began, with Jiao Jiao's emotions a mix of resentment, shyness, and a strong, provoked desire to win. Qi Na's movements were still unhurried, but carried an undeniable air of authority. He first pulled Jiao Jiao's arms behind her, not in a simple bind, but using a European classical elbow-fold technique, cleverly folding her upper and forearms. He secured them with a tough yet non-biting soft leather rope, forming a distinct "Y" shape with her arms behind her. This bondage severely restricted shoulder joint movement, yet strangely maintained a fragile beauty akin to a ballet dancer, accentuating Jiao Jiao's slender back and slightly rounded, youthful chest. Next was the lower body. Jiao Jiao was gently laid down, and Qi Na held her ankles, spreading and bending her legs into a highly shameful "M" spread-eagle bondage. Her legs were opened to their maximum, her ankles bound and pulled to the sides of her body, leaving her most secret, hidden garden completely exposed to the cool air and his scorching gaze. Each knot was tied precisely and securely, ensuring no excruciating pain, yet completely eliminating any possibility of escape through friction. Then, a delicate leather gag was offered to her lips, carrying a faint scent of leather. Jiao Jiao glanced into Qi Na's deep eyes and, with stubbornness, proactively opened her mouth, allowing the ball to fill her mouth. The strap was tied tightly at the back of her head, stripping her of her last ability to speak, leaving only muffled whimpers. The final step was suspension. A hook hanging from the ceiling caught the central knot connecting the "Y" bind at her back and the "M" bind at her front. The mechanism whirred softly, and Jiao Jiao felt her body lighten as she was slowly lifted off the ground, finally hovering about a meter in the air. She was like a meticulously prepared sacrifice, or a precious butterfly caught in a spider's web, suspended above Qi Na in her most vulnerable, most exposed posture. Qi Na leisurely put his arm around Rou'er and lay directly on the carpet beneath Jiao Jiao, his posture languid, as if about to witness a magnificent play. He raised his hand and pressed a remote switch. "The hoist will slowly descend," Qi Na's voice was steady and emotionless, yet carried a deadly warning. "When it reaches the ground, if you still haven't broken free..." He didn't finish, but the implication was clear. What terrified Jiao Jiao even more was that as Qi Na spoke, he channeled his internal energy. His already impressive lower body, like a rocket preparing for launch, suddenly became even more magnificent, scorching hot, and erect, pointing directly at her unguarded, wide-open, moist orifice. "So, so big, oh my god..." Jiao Jiao cried out in her heart. The astonishing size and approaching heat made her scalp tingle instantly, her face draining of color! Would her sixteen years of cherished purity be taken away in this manner, in this place, by this powerful, unfamiliar man? Immense fear and a stubborn refusal to surrender seized her simultaneously! And below her, a scene that made her even more flustered and ashamed unfolded. Qi Na seemed unconcerned by the intense and passionate struggle happening directly above him. He lay lazily on his side, one arm around Rou'er's slender waist, while his other hand began to gently, yet provocatively, caress Rou'er's full, proud, tender breasts. Rou'er let out a soft, seductive moan. Far from resisting, she clung to Qi Na like a water snake, extending her delicate hands and actively reaching for Qi Na's terrifyingly erect behemoth, beginning to skillfully and lovingly stroke and serve it. They were right before Jiao Jiao's eyes, at the very moment she was struggling desperately to preserve her innocence. They were intimately entwined, whispering sweet nothings. The dual impact of sight and sound was like a fire scorching Jiao Jiao's nerves, making her both ashamed and angry. Her struggles intensified, but only served to make the ropes dig deeper into her flesh and her suspended body sway in more alluring arcs. A drop of clear saliva, finally unable to be held back, dripped from the edge of the gag, arcing through the air and landing precisely on Qi Na's well-defined chest. Qi Na looked down, then, unconcerned, used his finger to scoop up that drop of Jiao Jiao's saliva and naturally brought it to Rou'er's lips. Rou'er's eyes were languid, and she obediently opened her mouth to take it, her tongue even lightly licking the back of his fingers, emitting a supremely seductive moan. Jiao Jiao was so enraged she almost passed out, but struggling only accelerated the dripping of saliva, turning it into a treat for Qi Na and Rou'er. Time ticked by, the hoist descending slowly but inexorably. Jiao Jiao could feel the scorching, branding-iron heat from below growing stronger, almost burning her most tender skin. Wanchan's heart felt as if it were clutched by an invisible hand, a mixture of the joy of finding Jiaojiao and the lingering fear of a near-death experience. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. The immediate priority was to remove the humiliating restraints from Jiaojiao. Wei'er hurried forward, her fingers still trembling slightly, the encounter at the Transformation Hall haunting her like a nightmare. She helped Wanchan meticulously unfasten the leather straps and buckles that clung tightly to Jiaojiao's skin. The process was not easy; some buckles were stiff due to previous struggles and sweat, requiring extreme caution to avoid startling or hurting Jiaojiao. The metal collar around Jiaojiao's neck, however, proved impossible to remove, forcing Wanchan to temporarily abandon the damned thing. As the restraints on her upper body and limbs were gradually released, both women's gazes fell upon the fluffy tail behind Jiaojiao's buttocks. The bushy chestnut tail fur formed a stark and humiliating contrast with her now naked body. At the base of the tail, where it connected to her body, was a specially designed metal mount, hidden within the cleft of her buttocks. Wanchan's brow furrowed, a flicker of pain in her eyes. She knew what it was. She signaled Wei'er to steady Jiaojiao's still curled body, then moved behind Jiaojiao herself. Taking a deep breath, she extended her fingers, carefully probing the edge where the metal mount met Jiaojiao's skin. Her fingertips brushed against the cold metal and the tender skin, which was slightly red and swollen from prolonged wear. Wanchan could feel Jiaojiao's body instinctively flinch, even in her unconscious state. She located the inconspicuous clasp on the mount and gently nudged it with her fingernail. A barely audible "click" signaled the release of the clasp, but this was only the first step. The real challenge lay in the anal plug deeply embedded within Jiaojiao's body. Wanchan knew that such devices, designed for secure fitting, often incorporated expansion mechanisms or barbs, and a forceful removal would cause immense pain and injury. She adjusted her position, kneeling behind Jiaojiao. One hand gently pressed on Jiaojiao's cool buttocks for comfort and stability, while the other firmly grasped the metal mount. She had to be quick, precise, and steady, minimizing Jiaojiao's suffering. "Jiaojiao-jie, bear with me..." Wanchan whispered, though she knew Jiaojiao couldn't hear her. She held her breath, her wrist exerting a slow, firm, and steady pull to extract the anal plug. The initial movement was incredibly difficult, as if resisting an internal suction and resistance from Jiaojiao's body. As the main body of the plug gradually withdrew, the tender, red flesh of her entrance, stretched open, could be seen reluctantly releasing the foreign object, accompanied by a subtle, heart-quickening ripple. A faint, ambiguous scent, a mixture of lubricant and bodily fluids, filled the air. Just as the head of the anal plug was about to completely disengage, it seemed to trigger a designed catch, and the slightly expanded portion of the plug grazed the most sensitive folds of the intestinal wall. "Mmmph..." Jiaojiao, still unconscious, suddenly let out a suppressed, whimpering groan. Her body trembled violently, her curled legs instinctively trying to clamp shut, but appearing futile and awkward due to the misaligned joints. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her brows contorted in pain. Wanchan's heart tightened, but her hands did not falter. Seizing the moment when Jiaojiao's body tensed with pain, she gave a sharp, perfectly timed tug! "Pop—" A soft, wet sound echoed clearly in the silent room. The tail, a symbol of humiliation, along with its mount, was finally completely detached from Jiaojiao's body. The now unblocked rear, unable to close completely at first, parted slightly, revealing the tender, moist flesh within, as if adapting to the sudden emptiness. A clear red mark, formed by prolonged pressure, was visible on the fair skin around the entrance, looking particularly pitiable and glaringly obvious. Wanchan casually tossed the still warm and moist anal plug onto the floor, as if it were something filthy. Looking at Jiaojiao's body, still trembling slightly from the pain, and her private parts that couldn't yet close, Wanchan's face flushed with embarrassment. As the last piece of chestnut leather was peeled away, Jiaojiao's naked body was fully exposed to the air. Both Wanchan and Wei'er couldn't help but gasp. The familiar, vibrant, and supple body they knew was now contorted into an extremely unnatural, rigid posture—her elbows and knees bent inwards, her arms pressed tightly against her shoulders, her legs curled like a frog's. It was as if an invisible force had forcibly molded her into this shape, and the lingering hint of tender red between her buttocks added a heartbreaking detail to this humiliating pose. Wanchan searched for the knots. She too had experienced the miraculous efficacy of the "Protective Soft Ropes." These ropes were smooth and warm, as if alive. They didn't constrict roughly but, in an incredibly ingenious way, conformed to Jiaojiao's joint and muscle lines, both fixing this humiliating posture and subtly emitting a gentle energy that protected the body's injuries. The knots of the Protective Soft Ropes were intricate and exquisite, imbued with Rou'er's unique strength. Wanchan reached out, carefully guiding her own internal energy, like unlocking a precisely engineered lock. Time ticked by, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Finally, with the loosening of the last knot, the milky-white ropes, as if losing their life force, slid softly off Jiaojiao's body. However, even though the ropes were untied, Jiaojiao's limbs remained as if frozen, maintaining that humiliating canine-like curled posture. The angles at her joints had not changed at all, as if her bones had always grown that way. Wanchan was puzzled. She reached out and gently grasped Jiaojiao's right elbow joint, which was bent inwards. The muscles around the joint felt exceptionally tight. She tried, with extreme gentleness, to slowly straighten the arm. The object, upon entering, seemed to possess a life of its own, like a nimble yet stubborn drill, forcefully advancing towards the depths of the vagina. It surpassed the limits of fingertip reach, delving into the most secret of chambers, finally clicking firmly into place deep within. Simultaneously, the soft "tentacles" on its surface, akin to sea cucumber spines, suddenly unfurled, transforming into powerful suction cups that adhered tightly to the delicate inner walls, binding it intimately with her body. Originally, the external internal energy that Wanchán had infused, though potent, was like a rootless tree or a waterless river; it would have gradually dissipated within Rou'er's body over time. However, the situation was now entirely different. The foreign object, deeply embedded within her, acted like an incredibly precise stopper, sealing off the natural exit for the internal energy. The surging vital energy, trapped within Rou'er's meridians, thrashed about, unable to find any channel for release, ultimately being locked and confined within her body. Wanchán then straightened up, gently wiping away moisture from her lips with her fingertip, a sly and satisfied smile of a plan successfully executed gracing her face. She nodded at Wéier, who, as if granted a great pardon, ceased kissing and respectfully retreated to the side, his cheeks flushed, not daring to look at Rou'er again. Then, Wanchán took a small remote control from her pocket and, aiming it in Rou'er's direction, lightly pressed the switch. "Mmm...!" Rou'er's body trembled violently once more. Deep within her core, the forcibly embedded "sea cucumber" suddenly began to stir. It was a vibrator! It vibrated in an irregular pattern, sometimes emitting a faint hum, sometimes delivering powerful jolts, its internal protrusions continuously scraping and stimulating the delicate, sensitive inner walls. This invasion from the core of her body, combined with the building pressure of the trapped internal energy with no outlet, created an extremely bizarre and tormenting dual stimulation. She could neither escape the tingling itch that penetrated to her bones nor mobilize her internal energy to resist or adapt, forced to passively endure it all. She finally understood Wanchán's entire plan. Rou'er possessed high internal energy, and Yuying's internal energy had reached a minor accomplishment. Ordinary restraints, when she was conscious and her internal energy was full, would snap with a mere thought as her internal energy surged. Only when she was unconscious, or as soft and powerless as she was just now due to the side effects of the Jiao Fu Divine Skill, could the ropes truly bind her. And now, though she was not unconscious, nor were her muscles and bones weak, Wanchán had, in this unbelievable manner, created an unprecedented predicament for her. The ropes still bound her outer form tightly, while within her body, the foreign internal energy, forcibly infused and then forcibly sealed, was like an overinflated balloon, tightly constricted, filling her entire network of meridians. Her meridians were stretched to their limit by this unresolvable force, her breath stagnant, making it impossible for her to circulate her Yuying internal energy freely as usual to break the ropes. On the surface, she was merely bound, seemingly no different from ordinary restraint. But only she could clearly feel the terrifying fullness and blockage within her body. The external ropes and the internal "energy restraint" worked in concert, forming a dual lock she could not break. Looking at the subdued Rou'er before her, Wanchán turned off the switch and explained with triumph, "Sister Rou, Sister Mei has already explained everything. While knocking you out and then binding you would certainly prevent you from escaping, you could still move or gnaw through the ropes. But now it's different. Your internal energy is disrupted. Even with your strong Yuying Qi, you can't use any of it right now. And this vibrator..." Wanchán dangled the remote control, adding, "I've set it to hypersensitive mode. It will detect the amplitude of your movements. As soon as you move even a little, it will buzz wildly, rendering you unable to exert any strength. I must say, Second Sister's design is truly ingenious!" Rou'er, after hearing this explanation, was completely stunned by the intricate and interlocking design. She subconsciously tried to push herself up. The mere thought of this small act of resistance had barely translated into an exertion of force in her waist when the foreign object, dormant deep within her body, keenly detected the signal. 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object, upon entering, seemed to possess a life ofs own, like a nimble yet stubborn drill, forcefully advancing towards the depths of the vagina. It surpassed the limits of fingert. Rou'er wasted no more time, turning and hurrying downstairs. She crossed the living room, pressed a hidden mechanism, and revealed a dark, descending stone staircase behind it. A familiar scent wafted up. The stairs were not long, and soon she stood before the iron door of the dungeon. It was ajar, with a dim light spilling from within. "Jiaojiao? Weier?" Rou'er called out as she pushed the door open, but the sight that greeted her froze her blood instantly! The three torture racks and restraints in the center of the dungeon, which should have been binding the Naraku slave girls, were now empty! Coarse leather straps hung loosely, the steel shackles lay open, and the people within were long gone! What made her pupils constrict further was that Jiaojiao was hanging from the rafters, a rough hemp rope tied around her neck! Her feet dangled uselessly, toes twitching, her hands flailing wildly. Her face was swollen and purple, her eyes rolled upwards, revealing large whites, her mouth agape, emitting only a faint "heh heh" sound. The rope dug deeply into her slender neck, tightening with every feeble kick. She was alive, but clearly on the verge of suffocation, her consciousness fading. Weier lay on the floor beneath Jiaojiao, her hands twisted behind her back and bound together with her ankles. A wad of filthy rags was stuffed tightly into her mouth, forcing her to emit muffled grunts through her nose. Her body writhed on the ground like a fish out of water, her face contorted in terror. There was no sign of an enemy; the dungeon was terrifyingly silent, save for the desperate struggles of the two trapped girls. "Jiaojiao! Weier!" Rou'er cried out in horror, about to rush forward to rescue them. But the moment her foot moved, a cold sensation brushed against the back of her neck! It was incredibly subtle, like a light caress from an icy spider silk. Rou'er's internal alarm blared, but before she could react, the cold sensation tightened abruptly! An extremely thin, yet incredibly strong metal wire had already ensnared her neck! Immediately, a violent, high-frequency vibration surged along the wire, piercing her cervical vertebrae and skull! "Bzzzzzz—!!!" "That wasn't sound, or rather, it wasn't ordinary sound transmitted through the air. It was an ultra-high frequency sonic vibration that directly impacted bone and nerve! Rou'er felt as if a hornet's nest had exploded in her head, billions of needle-like points piercing her brain marrow simultaneously. Stars exploded before her eyes, and the world spun violently! 'Ah—!' She instinctively wanted to scream. She opened her mouth, her throat muscles vibrating, but to her astonishment, she couldn't hear any sound! It wasn't that she had lost her voice; she could feel her vocal cords vibrating. Yet, every sound she emitted seemed to be swallowed and dissolved by some invisible force the moment it left her throat! Absolute silence enveloped her hearing, with only the destructive hum raging within her skull. The dizziness surged like a tide, crashing against her consciousness wave after wave. The high-frequency sonic waves seemed to not only disrupt her balance but also directly attack her central nervous system. Rou'er's legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. At the brink of life and death, the Jade Radiance internal energy she had cultivated for years responded instinctively! A warm yet tenacious current surged from her dantian, forcefully ascending to her head and protecting her spiritual platform. The internal energy fiercely clashed with the invading, bizarre sonic waves. Rou'er let out a muffled groan, her head splitting with pain, but her consciousness gained a moment of clarity! The instant her vision refocused, she saw a purple figure, like a phantom, sliding out from the shadows beside her, approaching at an astonishing speed! It was a woman with a slender, tall build, entirely clad in a form-fitting, short, dark purple kimono. Her face was covered by a mask of the same color, revealing only a pair of cold, sharp eyes that held a hint of surprise. The female ninja clearly hadn't expected Rou'er to regain consciousness so quickly under the close-range attack of the 'Silent Sound Strangulation Technique.' But the ninja's movements didn't falter. Taking advantage of Rou'er's momentarily stiff and paralyzed body, she lunged forward. One hand still controlled the metal wire connected to Rou'er's neck. Rou'er now saw that the other end of the wire was attached to an intricate mechanism on the ninja's right wrist. Her other hand flashed out like lightning towards Rou'er's face! Then, what rushed towards Rou'er wasn't an attack, but the ninja's mask. In her daze, Rou'er only saw the beautiful curve of the other's lips beneath the mask rapidly approaching. Then, she felt her own lips being firmly sealed by soft lips! However, it wasn't just lips that sealed Rou'er! Rou'er felt a horrifying sensation as a hard, curved, spherical object pressed against her lips along with the other's mouth. It was a gag, already held in the ninja's mouth, and it was forcefully transferred into Rou'er's oral cavity, lodging between her lips and tongue! 'Mmmph!' Rou'er's eyes widened. She tried to struggle and turn her head, but her neck was held by the metal wire, and her head was pinned by the ninja's hand. Then, something even more terrifying happened. From deep within the ninja's throat came a barely audible groan. Simultaneously, a sonic wave, several times more potent than that transmitted through the wire, was channeled through the gag as a medium, directly bombarding Rou'er's skull via bone conduction at point-blank range! 'Bzzzzzz—!!!'" The opening was narrower than imagined. Chu Ling swam to the mouth of the cave and reached out to test it. Inside the opening, iron bars were installed. The vertical bars were about as thick as a thumb, with a spacing of about twenty centimeters. She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and relaxed her entire body to the extreme. She first angled her right shoulder to probe through the gap between the bars, inhaled, and contracted her abdomen, slightly retracting her rib cage. At the same time, she lowered her shoulder and pushed forward. The rough iron bars scraped against her skin, causing a burning pain, but she didn't stop. Little by little, inch by inch, her right shoulder passed through, then her left shoulder. She could feel rust and moss clinging to her skin, cold and slippery. Finally, both shoulders passed through. The widest part was over, and the rest was much easier. Chu Ling, like a flexible water snake, twisted her waist and squeezed her entire body through the gap in the bars. Inside the drainage channel, the space was actually a bit wider. It was a square channel built with stones, about half a meter high, barely allowing a person to move forward in a crouch. The bottom of the channel was thick with silt, soft and yielding underfoot. Small, unknown creatures darted past her feet from time to time. Chu Ling gritted her steel needle and felt her way forward in the water. The channel was pitch black, truly dark enough to not see one's hand in front of one's face. She could only rely on touch and hearing to determine direction, constructing a three-dimensional map of the channel in her mind. As time went on, just as Chu Ling's breath was about to run out, a faint light and the sound of conversation could be vaguely heard ahead. Chu Ling immediately stopped, held her breath, and pressed herself against the stone wall. The voices were muffled, indistinct through the stone walls and water, but she could discern that they were men's voices, seemingly in conversation. "...Damn cold... this cursed job..." "...Just bear with it, we'll be relieved at dawn..." Chu Ling knew she wasn't far from her destination. Indeed, the space ahead suddenly opened up. However, Chu Ling dared not rush to surface for air. Instead, she slowly poked her head out of the water. The first thing that met her eyes was the faint light of an oil lamp shining through the crack of a door, casting a dim, yellow glow that barely allowed her to see the conditions inside the cellar. It was a square stone chamber, about five meters on each side. The surrounding stone walls were covered with slippery moss and water stains. The ground was completely submerged in water, which reached chest-deep and shimmered with a dark green light. And above the water, stood four thick wooden stakes. Tied to each stake was a naked woman. Chu Ling's pupils contracted sharply. On the first stake was Huan Pin. She was bound with thick hemp ropes in an extremely professional manner, her arms twisted behind her back, wrists crossed. The ropes wrapped from her elbows to the joints of each finger, fixing her hands tightly in the middle of the stake. Her legs were bound together, her ankles tied to the bottom of the stake just as roughly, forcing her into a position where she could not exert any force while suspended in the water. Her mouth was stuffed with waterlogged cotton balls, and a hemp rope was passed through her lips, deeply embedded in the corners of her mouth. The ends were tied tightly to the stake behind her head, completely sealing off any sound. Huan Pin's eyes were tightly closed, her soaked, dark green hair messily clinging to her cheeks and neck. She was completely silent, only the water surface rippling with her faint breaths, almost imperceptibly. Her skin appeared exceptionally pale in the lamplight. Her chest, abdomen, and thighs were covered with deep red marks left by the ropes, some areas even broken and bleeding. On the second stake was Jiao Jiao. Her situation was even more pathetic. She was still in the modified "Soft Heart Dog Form" – her arms were raised high and tied to the top of the stake, forcing her upper body to lean forward and arch, her breasts more prominent due to the posture. Her chest and abdomen were tightly bound to the stake with several hemp ropes, deeply digging into her flesh. Every breath seemed exceptionally difficult. Her legs were bent backward, her knees secured to the bottom of the stake by ropes. The icy water reached just to her jawline. Her unconscious head was tilted back powerlessly, her mouth and nose barely emerging from the water. However, her mouth was stuffed back with that red gag, and saliva mixed with the pool water slid down silently. Jiao Jiao was like a small animal abandoned in the water, waiting to be slaughtered, devoid of any vitality, only the water surface rippling with the tiny waves caused by her extremely faint breaths. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and there were clear handprints on her cheeks, indicating she had been beaten or humiliated before being locked up. On the third stake was Rou Er. Chu Ling's gaze tightened as she looked at her. Rou Er was not bound haphazardly. Her arms were forcibly bent backward, wrists crossed and tightly bound behind her to the stake. The ropes wrapped from her elbows to her fingertips, fixing her firmly. Her legs were bound together, her ankles also tightly fastened to the bottom of the stake, forcing her to stand upright in the chest-deep cold water, only able to slightly tiptoe to keep her mouth and nose above the water. However, what was most shocking was her condition: Rou Er's mouth was also stuffed with cotton, and she was bound to the stake by a hemp rope. Her soaked long hair was messily clinging to her pale cheeks and neck. Chu Ling could clearly see her body trembling continuously, not from the cold, but as if from an uncontrollable tremor deep within her bones. Her skin had an unusual flush, especially on her neck, chest, and inner thighs, glowing red as if scorched by fire. Occasionally, she would unconsciously twist her waist slightly, and a low, muffled whimper would escape her blocked throat. The sound was laced with pain, yet it also carried a hint of a vague, almost sweet tremor. On the fourth stake was Wan Chan. The youngest girl was bound in a relatively simple manner: her hands were tied behind her back, wrists secured; her legs were bound together, with ropes wrapped from her thighs to her ankles. Her mouth was gagged, and she stood blankly in the water, not struggling, not whimpering, like a soulless doll. Wan Chan's consciousness had clearly not recovered. She might not even understand why she was here, why she was so cold and uncomfortable. She was simply enduring everything passively, occasionally twitching her nose slightly, as if crying, but unable to make a proper sound. Four women, four postures, four situations, but without exception, all were in dire straits. Chu Ling's heart pounded heavily in her chest. Her plan was completely ruined. Not only had she failed to rescue the hostages, but Huan Pin and Rou Er had fallen into captivity themselves. What puzzled her even more was how Huan Pin, with her escape artistry and swimming skills, could have been trapped in such a water dungeon? "10 rings, total 29 rings." The attendant announced the score, his tone devoid of emotion. Rou'er's heart sank. Another perfect score. The pressure felt palpable, like a physical weight. She picked up her third dart, took a deep breath, and tried to channel all her focus into this throw. She slowly raised her arm, feeling the internal energy surge through her meridians, flowing to her arm, wrist, and fingertips. Her stance was perfect, her posture stable. But just as her wrist was about to flick, as her internal energy was about to erupt, the nipple clamps on her chest shifted slightly with the movement of her arm. "Jingle~" A crisp bell sound rang out abruptly. Accompanying the jingle was a tiny tug and squeeze on the delicate skin at the tip of her nipples. However, the side effects of the "Jiaofu Divine Skill" amplified it into an intense sensation, like an electric current that instantly shot from those two points throughout her body, straight to her brain! Rou'er's poised internal energy faltered. The rhythm of her perfectly smooth exertion became slightly disordered. The muscles in her arm stiffened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second, and her gaze, which had been fixed on the bullseye, wavered. "Swish—thwack!" The dart flew from her hand, but its trajectory had already deviated, embedding itself in the dartboard, just outside the eight-ring. "8 rings. Total 23 rings." The attendant's voice was like a cold pronouncement. Rou'er stood frozen, a chill running through her entire body. She had lost again. The cumulative deficit had widened to 6 rings. She looked down at the silver bells on her chest, still swaying slightly, and shame and anger threatened to consume her. It wasn't the pain, but the physiological reaction that interfered with her control. Jack gently stroked Wanchan's long hair, letting out a low chuckle. "Oh dear, it seems Miss Rou'er isn't quite accustomed to these little accessories. Does the ringing of the bells disturb your thoughts?" His gaze swept over Rou'er's face, which was flushed with shame and anger, finally settling on the dark red rose embedded in her gag. "However..." Jack's tone shifted, with a hint of deliberate regret. "Miss Rou'er's rose on her face, while lovely, always feels like something is missing. Too abrupt, not beautiful enough." His finger slowly pointed to a uniquely shaped object on the tray. It was a small, cold, gleaming nose hook. Its design was simple, with a hook bent into an elegant curve at the front. The material appeared to be some kind of lightweight alloy, polished to a high sheen. Behind the hook was a leather strap with an adjustable buckle. Among all the items, this particular prop exuded an exceptionally strong sense of humiliation. As Rou'er's gaze fell upon the cold hook, her entire body trembled violently, her pupils contracting sharply. She knew what it was, and she understood the consequences of wearing it. It wasn't meant to inflict pain, but to distort the wearer's facial structure, forcibly exposing the most unsightly physiological parts. "Mmmph..." A muffled, desperate whimper escaped her gagged mouth. She instinctively shook her head, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. For a woman like Rou'er, who prided herself on her dignified composure and beautiful features, this forced disfigurement of her appearance was a spiritual blow far greater than any physical restraint. "It seems Miss Rou'er doesn't like this choice?" Jack's voice turned cold. "But rules are rules. Of course, if you wish to concede early, you may do so at any time!" His gaze swept towards Wanchan, who leaned blankly against the chair. Rou'er felt as if doused with cold water, and she shuddered violently. She looked at her sister, then at the cold nose hook, and finally, with despair, closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her bare chest. The attendant brought the tray forward, and another attendant approached Rou'er. With two fingers, he pinched the sides of her delicate nose. Rou'er's body stiffened, and she tilted her head up in humiliation. The attendant carefully, yet irresistibly, threaded the metal hook through her nostrils. The inside of the hook was polished extremely smoothly, and as it passed through, it brought a strange, cold sensation of invasion, but no pain. The attendant wrapped the leather strap around the back of her head, connecting it to the ties of the gag, and then began to adjust the length of the strap. As the strap slowly tightened, the nose hook was pulled upwards. Rou'er felt a force pulling the tip of her nose upwards. Her nostrils involuntarily flared, her once delicate nose shape forcibly altered, and her breathing became strange. What broke her the most was the clear sensation that the inside of her nostrils was completely exposed – the most private, the most unwillingly revealed part of her. The strap was secured at the back of her head, and the nose hook was adjusted perfectly, achieving the desired display without causing excessive discomfort or injury. But the mental humiliation cut deep into her bones. Rou'er opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at Jack. She knew how pathetic she must look at this moment – forced to tilt her head back, nostrils flared, tear streaks on her face, nipple clamps jingling on her chest, her body half-naked. She tried to control her emotions, but the more ashamed and distressed she felt, the more pronounced the stimulation in her nasal cavity became. "Ugh..." She couldn't help but let out a sob. With the sob, a warm liquid uncontrollably flowed from her nostrils, trickling slowly down the cold metal surface of the nose hook. Rou'er's body instantly stiffened, her mind going blank. An unprecedented wave of shame washed over her like a tsunami. She instinctively tried to raise her hand to wipe it, but as soon as her arm moved, the bells on her chest jingled again, reminding her of her predicament. She remained frozen, unable to move, forced to let the shameful liquid continue to drip, her tears now pouring out like a broken dam. Tears and snot mingled, combined with her disfigured face from the nose hook and her semi-naked body, creating a scene of extreme humiliation. She was no longer the dignified and composed Rou'er, but a fragile plaything, utterly stripped of her dignity and powerless to resist. Jack watched quietly, his eyes deep, revealing little emotion. He simply slid his fingertips through Wanchan's hair. "Now, you look even more alluring." His voice was calm and steady. "Let's continue, Miss Rou'er. It's only the third round." The fourth round began. Jack's expression visibly relaxed. He held Wanchan with one arm and picked up a dart with the other. He didn't even bother to aim for the bullseye, just tossed it casually based on feel. "Swish—thwack!" The dart landed in the nine-ring area. "9 rings, total 38 rings." The attendant announced the score. Rou'er quickly calculated. Even if she threw a perfect 10 rings, her total would only be 33, still falling behind. But to have a chance to catch up in the later rounds, she had to score high. She forced herself to endure the strange stimulation from the nose hook and the urge to sneeze, trying to focus her mind. However, the more she concentrated on controlling her internal energy and steadying her arm, the more distinct the foreign object sensation in her nose became, even causing her nostrils to itch slightly. She held her breath, trying to suppress the annoying sensation, and slowly raised her arm. The silver bells on her chest jingled softly with the movement, each sound striking her taut nerves. Just as she aimed at the bullseye and her wrist was about to flick, the itch deep in her nasal cavity became unbearable – "Achoo!" A clear sneeze erupted uncontrollably. Her body lurched forward, not only disrupting her poised stance but also completely throwing off her already disordered breathing. The dart flew from her hand as her posture contorted. "Swish—thwack!" The dart tip skewed and embedded itself in the board. "7 rings, total 30 rings." The attendant's voice was like a death sentence. "9 rings, 63 rings total." The attendant announced. It was Rou'er's turn. She glanced at the dart box, which held only four darts, then at the target board ten meters away. She slowly shifted her weight, the short chain between her ankle cuffs emitting a faint metallic rasp. With her hands bound behind her, Rou'er could only slightly bend her knees, leaning her upper body forward, her waist and hips forced into an arch to maintain balance. This posture accentuated her full buttocks, and as she bent and leaned, the pair of silver bells at her chest jingled again, the subtle stimulation making her knees buckle, nearly causing her to lose balance and fall. Gritting her teeth, she relied on sheer willpower to steady herself, her bare toes digging into the carpet. Next, Rou'er turned sideways, her hands cuffed behind her back, and fumbled until she managed to pick up a dart from the table with just two fingertips. This simple action, due to the restricted angle of her arms and the blind spot in her vision, consumed immense energy and time, fine beads of sweat beading on her forehead. Holding the dart, Rou'er maintained her awkward pose of a bent-over, arched back, slowly regulating her breathing. She concentrated all her mental and internal energy into the fingertips holding the dart. Within the Jade Abundance Cultivation of Lust, there was an extremely exquisite finger technique, specifically designed for manipulating sensitive areas like the lower body, emphasizing the control of external objects with subtle internal energy. At this moment, this technique was her only hope. She no longer relied on the swing of her arm but purely on the minute force of her fingertips and the precise expulsion of her internal energy. Her middle finger joint bent slightly, internal energy condensed to a single point, and it suddenly flicked! "Swish—!" The dart transformed into a dark streak, flying with pinpoint accuracy towards the bullseye! "Thwack!" The dart tip embedded itself deep in the very center of the red heart, its tail feathers trembling slightly. "10 rings, 60 rings total." For the first time, the attendant's voice showed a distinct pause, as if moved. Rou'er remained in her bent-over posture, panting heavily, sweat trickling down her smooth back. This throw had nearly exhausted half her strength, but the effect was significant. She had closed the gap from 4 rings to just 3, almost catching up! Jack's relaxed smile finally faltered. He put down his wine glass, his gaze sharp as he looked at Rou'er, then at the trembling dart in the bullseye. He truly hadn't expected that, in such a vulnerable state, with her hands cuffed behind her back and under so much duress, Rou'er could still employ such a refined technique of internal energy control to throw a perfect dart. "Impressive, truly impressive." Jack applauded softly, his tone still gentlemanly and elegant, yet with a hint of coldness from his disrupted rhythm. "Miss Rou'er is indeed a slave girl meticulously trained by Mr. Qi'na. This resilience and skill are certainly admirable. At this rate, in two more rounds, you might actually turn the tables." He paused, his gaze shifting to the tray held by the attendant, where four more items remained. Jack's finger slowly pointed. "However..." he drew out his words, a smile of absolute control returning to his face. "I noticed Miss Rou'er seemed a bit deflated just now. Your breathing was uneven when you bent over. That won't do. At the crucial moment, you must give it your all. I think you need a little help, something to plug up any leaks, so you can concentrate all your energy for one final push." Rou'er followed his finger and saw an exquisite, gleaming anal plug. Her once bright eyes were instantly flooded with immense terror! She shook her head frantically, emitting muffled, intense protests of "Mmmph! Mmmph!" from her gagged mouth. Her body instinctively recoiled, but the restraints on her hands and feet, along with her collar, held her fast. She could only struggle minutely, the nose ring swaying with her movements, tears and snot uncontrollably streaming again. The anal plug was not just another restraint; the location and manner of its wearing represented a level of humiliation far beyond anything before. It signified the complete loss of her last vestiges of privacy and the final boundary of her dignity. "It seems Miss Rou'er is not keen on accepting this help?" Jack's voice turned cold. "But who told you you were losing, hmm?" His gaze swept over the still bewildered Wanchan. "Crack." A faint snapping sound. The last restraint around her waist loosened, and her small underwear was removed intact, revealing the smooth, rounded curve of her buttocks and the unadorned secret between her legs. The cold air instantly assailed her most intimate skin, causing her entire body to tremble violently. The attendant placed the removed underwear aside, then picked up the metal butt plug from the tray. The plug was not designed to be overly thick; its tip was a smooth teardrop shape, facilitating insertion. The middle section had a slight bulge to ensure it stayed in place, and the end featured a small ring for easy grip or traction. The attendant donned thin latex gloves, picked up a small bottle of specialized lubricant, and carefully and professionally applied it to the surface of the plug, ensuring thorough lubrication. Rou'er felt a gloved hand gently part her buttocks. The cold, slick tip of the metal pressed against her entrance, which was tightly clenched from tension and fear. "Mmm—!!!" A whimper filled with humiliation escaped Rou'er's throat. The muscles in her entire body instantly tensed like iron. Her toes curled tightly, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms, yet she dared not struggle significantly, knowing any violent movement could lead to more terrible consequences. The attendant was clearly experienced, his movements steady and skillful. He did not use brute force but waited for a brief moment of relaxation from Rou'er's extreme tension. Following the lubricated path, he smoothly pushed the metal object slowly into her tight, shy entrance. "Mmmph..." Rou'er let out a muffled groan, her body involuntarily arching forward, only to be pulled back by the handcuffs behind her and the shackles at her feet, forming an even more humiliating, contorted posture. The sensation of foreign invasion was incredibly clear—cold, full, with a feeling of being forcibly opened and stretched. The plug was not thick, but its presence was overwhelmingly strong, a constant reminder that her rear had been forcefully occupied. The attendant confirmed the plug was in place, the slight bulge fitting snugly inside to prevent easy slippage, before releasing his hand. The ring at the end of the metal plug was now faintly visible between her buttocks. "There," Jack's voice was calm and even, with a hint of appreciation, as if admiring a work of art. "Now that it's plugged, there will be no more leaks. Miss Rou'er, you can now proceed with the final two rounds without distraction." He deliberately emphasized the words "without distraction," the mockery in his tone unmistakable. The eighth round began. It was Jack's turn. His composed smile seemed to see through Rou'er's current predicament and struggle. He didn't even glance at the target board, merely picked up a dart casually, his wrist flicking with effortless stability. "Swish—Thwack!" The dart, as if guided by eyes, embedded itself with pinpoint accuracy in the very center of the bullseye. "10 rings, 73 rings total." The attendant's voice was clear and cold. Rou'er forced herself to steady her trembling body, attempting to re-gather that exquisite finger strength. However, the presence of the metal plug in her rear was like the most persistent source of interference, constantly assaulting her nerve endings. Every breath, every subtle muscle contraction, even every heartbeat, triggered an incredibly clear sensation of a foreign object and fullness in that area, making it impossible for her to enter a state of complete focus. "Swish—Thwack!" The dart flew out, but its trajectory was no longer as straight and firm as the previous round, carrying a hint of hesitation and deviation. The dart tip struck the target board in the eight-ring area. "8 rings, 66 rings total." The attendant announced. Rou'er's heart sank. She knew this throw was far from her best, and her chances of catching up were dwindling. The gap had widened again to 7 rings. With only two rounds left, this meant Rou'er had to throw a perfect 10 in both remaining rounds and hope Jack made a significant mistake, otherwise, there was no chance of a comeback. Hope was like a candle in the wind, flickering precariously. Jack's gaze turned to the tray held by the attendant. Three items remained: a pair of black lace eye patches with exquisite embroidery, a pair of small silver earplugs, and a vibrator. Zhi Shi spun around abruptly, the voice coming from Rou'er's direction. A silver bell on the woman, who was suspended in mid-air and should have been completely incapacitated, suddenly chimed softly. Then, a second, a third... The bells began to ring rhythmically, as if stirred by a gentle breeze, or perhaps guided by some unseen force. Zhi Shi's pupils contracted, her gaze locked onto Rou'er. The woman hanging in the air, who should have been utterly helpless, now emanated an inexplicable unease. Zhi Shi slowly approached Rou'er, her gray ninja suit gleaming dully under the light. She stood before Rou'er, scrutinizing the woman bound in layers of rope. Rou'er's condition was indeed dire. Her toes barely touched the ground, maintaining a precarious balance, her entire weight resting on the anal plug in her rear. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, wrists chafed red from prolonged struggling. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, revealing only her high-bridged nose and lips held open by a gag. A cold nose hook pierced her septum, making her breathing labored. Yet, even in this state, Rou'er exuded an indescribable allure. Her skin, slick with sweat, shimmered like pearls. Her full curves were accentuated by the constricting ropes, and her long black hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her fair skin. Even in such a humiliating posture, she retained a certain inner grace. Zhi Shi reached out and gently pulled down Rou'er's blindfold. As it slipped away, Rou'er's eyes were revealed. They were tear-filled, her pupils slightly constricted from the prolonged darkness, tiny teardrops clinging to her long lashes. Though weary, her gaze was still clear, a boundless tenderness hidden deep within her eyes. Zhi Shi pinched Rou'er's chin, forcing her head up, and examined her face closely. Rou'er's features were as exquisite as a meticulously carved work of art, her brows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water. Even with tear tracks marring her face and a ridiculous nose hook in place, her innate beauty could not be concealed. Though Rou'er had been blindfolded, her hearing had been exceptionally sharp. She had heard Jack's groans, Zhi Shi's brief exchange with Wan Chan, the sound of her sister being entangled by ropes, and Zhi Shi's Mandarin with a Japanese accent. She had a rough idea of what had happened: this female ninja had infiltrated during the chaos, subdued Jack, and now intended to deal with them. Seeing Zhi Shi pinching her chin and examining her, a wave of humiliation washed over Rou'er. She didn't want this stranger to see her current state – the nose hook, the gag, hanging naked in the air. She shook her head, trying to pull away from Zhi Shi's hand, but her body was so tightly bound she couldn't resist. Zhi Shi's hand clamped onto Rou'er's face like a vise, allowing no room for evasion. She leaned closer, almost pressing against Rou'er's face, scrutinizing every detail. As she looked, a strange glint flashed in Zhi Shi's eyes. She suddenly released Rou'er's chin and turned to look at Wan Chan, bound like a mummy on the bed. Her gaze lingered on Wan Chan's face for a moment before returning to Rou'er's, repeating this several times. A knowing smile then curved her lips. "A peony cake from the sky..." Zhi Shi murmured in Japanese, her voice tinged with barely concealed excitement. "It came without any effort. So that's how it is..." She finally understood why she had felt something was off about the sisters from the moment she first saw them. As a core member of the Shenxiang family, Zhi Shi had participated in numerous secret missions and was familiar with various Chinese factions. The Five Gods family's expedition to China for a secret mission was partly related to these girls. The portraits and names of Qingrou and Wan Chan had appeared on the mission roster. Initially, she had focused solely on Jack, assuming the sisters were mere playthings, but now she had an unexpected bonus. Shenxiang Zhi Shi's gaze returned to Rou'er, a flicker of greed in her eyes. If she could take both sisters back and present them to Lord Yuzaburo, perhaps Master Shenggong Saitaro would value her even more. Once the thought took root, it became unstoppable. Zhi Shi moved behind Rou'er and began to meticulously examine her restraints. She needed to free Rou'er from her suspended state, then bind her like Jack, and take them both. Rou'er's restraints were complex, ten layers of seals interlocking, but the core point was obvious: the anal plug, through which a rope suspended her entire body. Once this plug was removed, Rou'er would be freed from her suspended state, and Zhi Shi could take her directly. Zhi Shi's gaze fell on the metal anal plug nestled between Rou'er's buttocks. The ring at the end of the plug was threaded through the rope, connected to a pulley on the ceiling. She reached out and grasped the cold metal plug. Rou'er's body stiffened violently. She could feel Zhi Shi's hand on the plug, feel the fingers moving near her most intimate parts. A wave of intense shame surged through her, raising goosebumps all over her body. Then, Zhi Shi began to pull outwards with force, but not directly. She deliberately rotated and twisted the plug, causing its metal surface to rub against Rou'er's tight, soft flesh. This was clearly an act of torment, designed to increase pain and humiliation, and to test the victim's reaction and endurance. "Mmmph—!!!" Rou'er let out a suppressed whimper. The sensation of the metal plug rotating inside her was akin to torture. Each turn, though not painful, brought an indescribable sense of shame. Her body trembled, her toes instinctively rising higher in response to the internal torment, trying to alleviate it. Zhi Shi watched Rou'er's reaction coldly, her movements unwavering. She continued to rotate and twist the plug, feeling Rou'er's body tremble and struggle. She wanted to break the woman's will completely, pushing her to the brink of mental and physical collapse, making her easier to control. But Zhi Shi was unaware that as she tormented Rou'er, something was changing within Rou'er. Earlier, Jack's vibrator had intensely stimulated Rou'er. The device had vibrated violently inside her, not only bringing extreme pleasure but also thoroughly disrupting Rou'er's internal energy. The Jade Bloom Collection of Lustful Energy was an extremely specialized cultivation technique. Practitioners needed to combine internal energy with desire, breaking through bottlenecks through extreme sensory stimulation. However, this process had to be gradual and controlled by the practitioner. Being forcibly stimulated by a vibrator was akin to completely scrambling the internal energy, causing it to surge chaotically through the meridians, beyond control. Now that the vibrator had stopped, the chaotic internal energy, lacking external stimulation, began to gradually calm down. Like receding tides, it slowly converged towards Rou'er's Dantian. Though Rou'er was in excruciating pain, years of cultivation had instilled an instinct that maintained a sliver of clarity. She felt the chaotic internal energy within her gathering, felt the familiar warmth emanating from her Dantian – a sign of her internal energy re-coalescing. Rou'er's thoughts raced. She knew that if this ninja managed to free her, she would be bound like Jack and taken away. At that point, she and her sister would truly be captives at the mercy of others. She had to seize this one chance to fight back. But how? She was firmly controlled by ten layers of restraints, and even moving a finger was incredibly difficult. Unless... Rou'er's gaze involuntarily drifted towards her rear. The anal plug, the source of her torment, was now in Zhi Shi's hand, being slowly pulled out. A bold idea formed in Rou'er's mind. She began to concentrate all her mental focus, guiding the internal energy that was converging towards her Dantian, gathering it all in the perineal area, near where the anal plug was located. The characteristic of Jade Bloom internal energy was its close connection to bodily sensations, allowing it to flow throughout the body according to the practitioner's will. Rou'er, having achieved a minor success in this technique, possessed considerable fine control over her internal energy. Even in her current state of pain and humiliation, she gritted her teeth and guided her internal energy, bit by bit, towards her perineum. The process was incredibly difficult. Each flow of internal energy tugged at sensitive nerves, causing waves of indescribable stimulation. Worse still, Zhi Shi continued to rotate and twist the plug, making it impossible for Rou'er to concentrate. But she didn't give up. Rou'er closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on controlling her internal energy. She imagined the energy like a stream, gathering from all parts of her body to her Dantian, then flowing downwards from the Dantian to her perineum, concentrating around the anal plug. Time ticked by. Zhi Shi's movements grew more forceful, the plug already halfway out. Rou'er could clearly feel the metal object slowly sliding out of her body, the sensation of being filled and then gradually emptying was incredibly distinct. The moment the anal plug was pulled out, Rou'er's eyes snapped open. She unleashed all her internal energy in an instant, concentrating it entirely on the sphincter muscles in her perineal area. The burst of Jade Bloom internal energy had an astonishing effect. Rou'er's sphincter muscles contracted to their absolute limit in an instant, their power far exceeding that of an ordinary person, even surpassing the explosive force of a typical martial artist. And at that very moment, Zhi Shi exerted her force to pull it out. "Pop—!!!" A muffled thud exploded in the suite. The metal anal plug shot out of Rou'er's body like a bullet, at an astonishing speed. Due to the close proximity, Zhi Shi stood directly behind Rou'er, less than half a meter away. The ejected anal plug had almost no trajectory, flying directly towards the most vulnerable part between Zhi Shi's legs. "Ah—!!!!!!!!" A shrill, distorted scream erupted from Zhi Shi's lips. The anal plug, though small, was moving at an incredible speed, its impact force astonishing. More importantly, the location it struck was utterly devastating. How could a woman's nether regions withstand such a violent impact? "Of course!" Jiao Jiao spun around proudly, like a little princess showing off. A Qian took out several ropes from the cabinet, professional hemp ropes, moderately thick and supple. "Next, we'll proceed with binding and securing," A Qian's voice was gentle and professional. "This is to ensure your posture is stable within the vacuum bag, preventing displacement after the vacuum is applied. You can choose your preferred position." Jiao Jiao glanced at the ropes, a flicker of eagerness in her eyes. She was an escape artist, all too familiar with ropes, but she didn't resist. Instead, she willingly brought her hands behind her back. "Choose Japanese Shibari, tie me up tight, the tightest kind!" she winked, a sly smile playing on her lips. "If I manage to break free, I won't be happy!" A Qian's brow furrowed slightly at the mention of "Japanese," but she quickly smiled and began to tie. Her movements were skilled and professional, clearly the result of rigorous training. The rope wrapped around Jiao Jiao's wrists a few times, a delicate knot was tied, and then it was pulled upwards, connecting to a loop on her upper arm, forming a standard "behind-the-back, hands-raised" restraint. Jiao Jiao's hands were secured behind her, her shoulder blades slightly spread, accentuating the curve of her chest. After securing Jiao Jiao's hands behind her, A Qian didn't immediately tie her legs. Instead, she moved to the front and asked gently, "Miss Jiao Jiao, next we need to secure your lower body. Since this will affect your ability to struggle within the vacuum bag, you can choose your preferred position. You can have your legs straight and together, forming a straight line; or with your knees bent, in an M-shape; or with your legs spread apart like riding a horse; or with your legs bent backward, what we commonly call the 'four-horse' position; or you can curl your legs up completely, forming a ball. Which do you prefer?" Jiao Jiao tilted her head in thought, her eyes suddenly lighting up. "Then... M-leg spread, tie me into a beautiful duck-sit!" A Qian smiled slightly at this. "Alright, this is also one of the positions many clients favor." Saying this, A Qian had Jiao Jiao bend her knees, spread her legs apart, and pull her ankles towards the insides of her thighs. She used rope to wrap and secure Jiao Jiao's left ankle to the inside of her left thigh, and then similarly tied her right ankle to the inside of her right thigh. Jiao Jiao's legs were fixed in an outward-spreading duck-sit position, knees splayed, soles of her feet facing upwards, completely unable to bring her legs together. Finally, a rope passed through a loop at her waist and was gently secured between her legs, ensuring this humiliating posture remained fixed. Throughout the process, Jiao Jiao stood obediently, letting A Qian arrange her. She could feel the rope biting into her skin, sense the location of each knot, and as an escape artist, she could even judge A Qian's skill level. "Not bad!" Jiao Jiao commented with a smile. "Much more professional than I expected." A Qian smiled faintly. "Thank you for the compliment. Now, please lie down, and we'll begin the first project." As she spoke, A Qian took a black gag from a nearby tray. It was a small silicone ball attached to several leather straps, gleaming softly under the light. "Miss Jiao Jiao, next we need to put this on you," A Qian's voice was gentle and patient. "During the experience, you might find yourself unable to resist crying out or struggling, which is normal. However, to ensure the seal of the vacuum bag and the proper functioning of the breathing valve, we need to secure your mouth." Jiao Jiao blinked, looking at the gag. Far from being scared, a spark of excitement flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth and leaned forward proactively. A Qian gently placed the gag into her mouth. The smooth silicone ball perfectly filled her oral cavity, not uncomfortable, but not too loose either, and sealed so tightly that air could no longer pass through the gap between the gag and her soft lips. There was only a small hole in the center of the gag, allowing airflow. The straps went around the back of her head and were fastened securely. Jiao Jiao tried to move her tongue and found she could still move it flexibly, but she couldn't close her mouth. A trickle of saliva escaped uncontrollably through the small hole. "Mmmph!" she made a muffled sound, seemingly saying, "Not bad." A Qian gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a towel and continued, "During the experience, you can struggle as much as you like, and you can cry out. You can do whatever you want, completely following your instincts. However, our establishment does not have a safe word." She paused, her tone becoming more serious. "Please trust our professionalism. If we determine you are experiencing any discomfort or have exceeded a safe limit, we will immediately stop the experience and ensure your safety." Jiao Jiao nodded earnestly, her bright eyes filled with trust. A Qian and A Shen exchanged a look and nodded in tacit understanding. The two, one on each side, carefully lifted Jiao Jiao. Her hands were bound behind her, her legs fixed in an M-shape, and her whole body was curled into a ball, but she was light. The two easily lifted her. They walked to the side of a pool where a large, transparent vacuum bag had been prepared. The bag was made of special plastic material, thin yet tough, completely transparent, like a spacesuit waiting to be worn. The bag was secured to the carpet, its opening facing upwards, awaiting the client's entry. The two carefully placed Jiao Jiao into the bag. Jiao Jiao, curled up and secured by ropes into a ball, fit perfectly into the bag's shape. She could feel the bag's inner surface, cool and supple, pressing against her skin. A Qian adjusted Jiao Jiao's position slightly for more comfort. Then, she picked up a soft towel from the side and gently placed it over Jiao Jiao's face. Jiao Jiao's vision went black, and she instinctively tried to struggle, but A Qian's gentle voice immediately followed, "Miss Jiao Jiao, please don't be nervous. This is to protect your privacy. We will be recording the entire experience for your keepsake, but once the towel is on, the camera won't be able to see your face. You can relax and enjoy yourself more, without worrying about anything." Hearing this, Jiao Jiao slowly relaxed. Although she couldn't see, her hearing became more acute. She heard A Qian and A Shen talking in low voices, heard the sound of the vacuum bag's zipper being pulled shut, and then, a soft tube was gently placed against her lips. "Miss Jiao Jiao," A Qian's voice was gentle and clear. "We are now going to begin the first project – [Self-Bondage Vacuum · One-Way Respiration]. I will connect this breathing valve to your gag, and from now on, all your breaths will pass through this device." Jiao Jiao felt the soft tube being gently inserted into the center of the gag, fitting snugly against her lips. The other end of the tube was connected to the outside of the bag. "The principle of this project is as follows," A Qian explained patiently. "The bag is now sealed and filled with air. When you inhale through this breathing valve, the air enters your mouth and nose from inside the bag. However, when you exhale, the exhaled gas will be directly expelled to the outside of the bag through the one-way valve, and will not return into the bag." Jiaojiao floated ten meters underwater, enveloped by an endless darkness. The towel still covered her face, blocking out the last sliver of light. She didn't know where she was, or what surrounded her, only that the water pressure squeezed her from all sides, the vacuum bag bound her tightly, and the ropes fixed her posture. It felt like being held in the palm of a giant hand, tightening, tightening. Jiaojiao tried to move her fingers, but couldn't budge them at all. She tried to loosen her wrists, one of her most practiced escape techniques. After cultivating the Jade Fat Supple Buttocks technique, her skin was as smooth as jade, her muscles agile and free. She could normally slip out of any ropes with ease, but now, under the dual pressure of the vacuum bag and the water, her wrists were so tightly constricted that she couldn't move them even a millimeter. She tried to contract her muscles, to make her skin even smoother, to slightly dislocate her joints, but it was all useless. The vacuum bag clung to every inch of her skin, leaving no gaps; the water pressure squeezed her from all directions, leaving no blind spots; the ropes bound every joint tightly, leaving no room for movement. Jiaojiao sighed inwardly: So many ways to bind someone... She considered herself an escape artist, having experienced countless binding methods under Master Qina's tutelage, but only now did she realize that true restraint wasn't just about rope techniques, but also about environmental cooperation. The combination of vacuum bag, ropes, and water pressure, these triple restraints layered together, rendered her escape skills completely useless, no matter how advanced. If she fell into the hands of a bad person and was bound like this... Jiaojiao dared not think further. That feeling of powerlessness, of being utterly restrained with no room for resistance, made her truly understand for the first time what it meant to be "helpless." Ashen's hand gently pressed on the bag, a signal meaning "Are you ready?" Jiaojiao let out a muffled "Mmmph," indicating "Ready." The next second, the vibrator pressed against her again. Ten meters underwater, under immense water pressure, any stimulation was amplified countless times. The vibrator's hum echoed in the water, penetrating the plastic, the skin, everything. Jiaojiao's body jolted violently. The sensation was too intense. The water pressure made her body more sensitive; every inch of her skin was under pressure, and every touch was magnified. The vibrator throbbed wildly against her most sensitive spot, pleasure washing over her like a tsunami. She wanted to struggle, to writhe, to escape, but she couldn't move at all. The ropes fixed her posture, the vacuum bag confined her body, and the water pressure restricted all her movements. She could only endure, endure the ever-increasing pleasure, endure the ever-increasing pressure, endure the ever-increasingly unbearable stimulation. Ashen's technique was direct, brutal. The vibrator throbbed relentlessly against her most sensitive spot. He didn't stop at the crucial moment as he had before, but continued to stimulate her continuously, letting the pleasure build and build, growing stronger and more intense. Jiaojiao's breathing became more difficult. Every inhale required effort, every exhale was a struggle, and the pleasure continued to assault her, blurring her consciousness. She felt like she was drowning, drowning in pleasure, drowning in water pressure, drowning in darkness. The vibrator tormented Jiaojiao for over ten minutes before Ashen finally switched it off. Jiaojiao slumped in the bag, gasping for air. Her body was still trembling violently, the aftershocks of pleasure still surging within her, but the feeling of imminent release was still suppressed. Ashen swam to her side and gently patted her shoulder, a signal meaning "Third item finished, you did very well." Jiaojiao wanted to respond, but could only let out a muffled "Mmmph." Her body was still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still raging, but at least the torment had temporarily stopped. However, the fourth item was about to begin – [Suffocation Threshold: Oxygen Deprivation Torture]. Ten meters underwater, the immense water pressure still pressed against every inch of Jiaojiao's skin, the vacuum bag tightly bound her body, and the ropes fixed her posture. She breathed heavily, greedily drawing oxygen from the tank. Just then, she felt Ashen swim to her side. A hand gently pressed on the breathing tube, and then, the oxygen supply stopped. Jiaojiao froze. Instinctively, she tried to inhale again, but got nothing. The tube was empty, not a trace of oxygen flowing into her lungs. "No, no way..." Jiaojiao tried to inhale forcefully again, still nothing. Instantly, fear poured down on her like ice water. Ashen's hand gently patted her shoulder, a signal meaning "Fourth item begins." Jiaojiao finally remembered that her chosen fourth item was related to suffocation. But... but Jiaojiao had absolutely not expected such a start. No warning, no preparation, the oxygen was just cut off so suddenly. Jiaojiao's breathing began to quicken, a primal reaction. When the body realizes it can't breathe, it desperately tries to. But no matter how hard she tried, no oxygen flowed from the tube. Thirty seconds passed. Jiaojiao began to feel a slight dizziness. The water pressure pressed on her chest, making every futile attempt to breathe more difficult. The vacuum bag tightly confined her body, preventing any effective struggle. One minute passed. The dizziness intensified. Jiaojiao felt her heart racing, blood surging through her veins, but the oxygen grew scarcer. Her body began to struggle instinctively; she wanted to writhe, to break free from the restraints, to surface, but she couldn't move at all. The ropes fixed her posture, the vacuum bag confined her body, and the water pressure restricted all her movements. She could only tremble helplessly in the darkness, watching her oxygen dwindle. One minute and thirty seconds passed. The intense feeling of suffocation made Jiaojiao's chest and abdomen feel like they would explode. She felt herself falling, falling into the endless darkness. The feeling of suffocation was terrifying; she wanted to breathe but couldn't inhale anything; she wanted to struggle but could do nothing. She began to regret: "Why... why did I choose this item..." Huan Pin's brow relaxed slightly. The taste wasn't as disgusting as she had imagined, but rather a richness she had never experienced before, like durian, like natto, like fermented bean curd, all mixed together, yet not quite any of them. It had its own layers, its own rhythm, slowly flowing on her tongue, from salty to savory, from savory to sweet, from sweet to a lingering aftertaste. Just as Huan Pin swallowed her first mouthful of food, Xue Ji reached out and gently grasped the pull tab of the anal plug. With a gentle tug, the plug slid out slightly, then was gently pushed back in, sliding back inside. "Mmmph—!" Huan Pin's body jolted. The cool metal slid inside her, rubbing against her sensitive intestinal walls, bringing a strange tingling sensation. The feeling of being filled and then emptied, the pressure of it moving back and forth, made her involuntarily clench her sphincter. The anal plug was pulled out a little more, then pushed back in. With each thrust, Huan Pin's body leaned forward slightly, a soft moan escaping her throat. The sensation grew stronger, spreading from her rear to her entire pelvis, from her lower abdomen to the depths of her thighs, making her breathing increasingly rapid. Xue Ji's rhythm was unhurried. While gently pushing and pulling the anal plug with her fingertips, she picked up a second ball of rice coated in sauce, placed it in her mouth, chewed it, and then transferred it to Huan Pin's mouth. This time, Huan Pin's tongue actively met Xue Ji's, greedily sucking the grains of rice from Xue Ji's tongue in the intervals between the thrusts. The fermented flavor layered itself in her mouth, becoming richer and more mellow, echoing the contractions in her rear. She felt her sphincter involuntarily contracting with the push and pull of the anal plug. Each contraction was followed by a swallow. In and out, clench and release, as if engaging in some ancient, primal rhythm. After feeding Huan Pin the second mouthful, Xue Ji put down the spoon and picked up a piece of ripened gourd. The sauce on the cucumber's surface had dried, clinging tightly to the dark green skin, shimmering with a dark red luster under the light. She gently bit off a small piece, the sauce shattering between her teeth, the cucumber's juice seeping out, blending with the savory richness of the fermented paste. Xue Ji chewed, feeling the crisp tenderness of the cucumber break apart between her teeth, the richness of the sauce melting on her tongue. Then, she leaned close to Huan Pin and slowly transferred the chewed cucumber from her mouth. Huan Pin's tongue wrapped around the broken cucumber pieces, her teeth biting down gently, releasing a burst of juice. The cucumber's sweetness and the sauce's savory flavor intertwined in her mouth, a stark contrast to the soft texture of the rice. The anal plug in her rear continued its rhythmic push and pull, her sphincter contracting involuntarily with each movement, followed by a swallow. It felt as if something was circulating within her, from her rear to her tongue, from her tongue to her stomach, and from her stomach back to her rear. In and out, back and forth, immersing Huan Pin completely in that strange rhythm. "The essence of this dish lies in 'flow'," Shen Xiang Ban Ruo said, standing by and watching the scene with a meaningful smile. "Blocked at the front, flowing at the back. With the breath within and the food without, the flavors can only be elevated through this in-and-out movement." Xue Ji's fingers quickened their pace. The anal plug was pushed and pulled faster and more frequently, but it was caught by a mechanism, preventing it from being fully withdrawn. Huan Pin's sphincter contracted involuntarily with each movement, and her throat followed with a swallow. The rice in her mouth slowly slid down her throat with each swallow, the savory flavor warming her from her tongue to her stomach, intertwining with the tingling sensation in her rear, making her entire being feel dazed. Huan Pin felt her consciousness drifting. Her body writhed slightly against the restraints. The tingling in her rear spread from a localized area to her entire body, causing Huan Pin to let out a series of moans. After feeding Huan Pin the third mouthful, Xue Ji put down the cucumber, scooped another spoonful of fermented paste, spread it on rice, chewed it, and transferred it to Huan Pin's mouth. This was repeated, a mouthful of rice, a mouthful of cucumber, alternating. Each mouthful became more sensitive due to the rhythmic push and pull in her rear, and each swallow became more satisfying due to the richness of the sauce. Huan Pin didn't know how long had passed, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps longer. All she knew was that the flavors were layering in her mouth, the tingling was accumulating within her body, immersing her in a strange, indescribable pleasure. Xue Ji's fingers finally stopped. The pull tab of the anal plug dangled gently between her fingertips. Huan Pin's sphincter was still contracting slightly, and her rear still retained the lingering sensation of the thrusts. She gasped for air, her mouth, held open by the gag, unable to close. Xue Ji seemed to have no intention of removing the anal plug. The cool metal slowly warmed inside her, blending with the warmth of her intestinal walls, causing Huan Pin to involuntarily clench her sphincter again. Watching the two women's expressions of enjoyment, Shen Xiang Ban Ruo turned and retrieved a crystal fruit platter from an ice bucket in the corner. Several fruits lay in the platter. The fruits had a peculiar shape, entirely pinkish-white, about three inches long. The front was rounded and plump, tapering towards the back. The surface was covered with fine textures, glistening moistly under the light, almost identical in shape to a male phallus, even the subtle veins were lifelike. "The eleventh dish—Fruit, the 'mouth-wrapped stem-sheath fruit'," Shen Xiang Ban Ruo placed the platter on the counter and picked up a fruit, holding it up to the light. "This is the 'penis fruit' from the deep mountains of Dongying, named for its shape. It ripens only in late summer, with a harvest period of no more than seven days. The fruit is soft and juicy, with high sweetness, melting in the mouth, and a faint aroma of wine." Shen Xiang Ban Ruo gently cut open the fruit skin with her fingernail. Milky white juice slowly seeped out, glistening under the light. "The juice of the stem-sheath fruit turns red upon contact with air. From milky white to pale pink, from pale pink to crimson, from crimson to rouge—the entire process takes only a few minutes." She placed the cut fruit on a white porcelain plate. The juice flowed slowly along the cracks in the skin, gathering in a small pool at the bottom of the plate, its color gradually changing from milky white to a faint pink. "And this is what the 'mouth-wrapped' in this dish refers to." Hashihime and Xue Ji each picked up a penis fruit and placed it in their mouths. They didn't bite, but simply held it, letting the fruit warm up in their mouths. Between their lips and teeth, milky white juice seeped from the cracks in the fruit skin, dyeing their lips a pale pink. First, the lip line, then the lip petals, and finally, their entire lips. The color deepened, from pale pink to crimson, from crimson to rouge, as if they had applied a natural lip gloss. "No rush," she said softly. "Take your time. You'll come to appreciate the honor of being an ingredient for my Shenxiang family." Then, Hong Yexue took a stun gun from a hook on the wall. It was a palm-sized black box with a non-slip texture on its surface. Two slender wires extended from the top, each ending in a small metal clip. Her movements were unhurried, as if she were taking a common kitchen utensil from the cupboard. She walked behind Jiao Jiao. Jiao Jiao's rear was still packed with the metal butt plug, its silver ring peeking out, glinting under the warm yellow light. Xue Ji had inserted it earlier during the tenth course, and the mechanism was locked, impossible to remove. Hong Yexue crouched down and attached the metal clips at the end of the two wires to the metal ring of the butt plug. The clips made a faint "click" as they bit down, a sound that was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. Jiao Jiao's body jolted violently. She knew what it was – the current would flow through those two clips, through the butt plug, and directly into the most sensitive, most vulnerable part of her body. Hong Yexue stood up, holding the stun gun, her thumb resting on the switch. Her gaze fell on Jiao Jiao's face, her lips curving into a calm, almost gentle smile. "You've been very good today, but it will be a bit troublesome if you're awake later," she said, her voice unhurried, as if speaking to a willful child. "So, next, I'm going to electrocute you unconscious." Jiao Jiao's pupils contracted sharply. Her body began to tremble violently. Suspended from the ceiling beam, she thrashed wildly, whimpering uncontrollably from her throat. The sound was muffled by the metal gag, but the fear was palpable – not fear of pain, but fear of the very act of "being electrocuted unconscious." Hong Yexue didn't rush to press the switch. She watched Jiao Jiao struggle, watched her writhe helplessly in the ropes, watched her eyes widen, the fear in them deepening. She waited a few seconds, then spoke. "Three." Jiao Jiao's body stiffened abruptly. "Two." She began to shake her head desperately, the metal gag wobbling slightly with her movements, making a faint clinking sound. Her throat emitted rapid "whimpers," no longer expressing anything specific, but a primal, desperate plea. "One." Jiao Jiao knew she was about to be electrocuted unconscious. Not "maybe," not "perhaps." Hong Yexue had told her clearly – three, two, one. Each countdown was like a heavy hammer blow to her heart, making her heart race wildly in fear. She struggled desperately, thrashed desperately, whimpered desperately, but her body, suspended from the ceiling beam, could do nothing. She could only watch as that finger rested on the switch, listen to that cold voice count down, and await the moment when the current would surge into her from her rear, shattering her consciousness. The feeling of knowing it was coming, being unable to stop it, and simply waiting to die, was more devastating than the current itself. As expected, Hong Yexue pressed the switch. "Bzzzzzz—" The current flowed from the stun gun, surged through the wires into the metal clips, passed through the butt plug, and struck directly into Jiao Jiao's deepest core. It was a powerful, violent current, enough to instantly render someone unconscious. Jiao Jiao's body arched sharply, her suspended form becoming a taut arc. Her toes curled tightly, her feet scraping violently against the floor. She let out a scream that was almost distorted: "Whaaaaa—!!!" The sound echoed in the soundproofed room, muffled, as if rising from the deepest depths of the earth. Her body convulsed violently under the impact of the current, once, twice, three times, then stiffened abruptly and went limp. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolled to one side, saliva mixed with the liquid she had been force-fed dribbled down her chin. She hung there like a broken puppet, motionless. Hong Yexue released the switch, and the current stopped. She placed the stun gun on a nearby table, not looking at Jiao Jiao again, and turned to walk over to Yan Yanluo. Yan Yanluo sat on a small stool, her hands clenched tightly on the fabric of her knees, her knuckles white. Her eyes were fixed on Jiao Jiao, suspended from the ceiling beam – the body that had been struggling and screaming madly moments ago now hung motionless, only her chest rising and falling slightly, proving she was still alive. Hong Yexue reached out and gently patted Yan Yanluo's shoulder, her movements still unhurried, still carrying the tenderness and patience of a mother to her daughter. "See?" she said softly. "This is control." Yan Yanluo didn't speak. She merely nodded, her eyes never leaving Jiao Jiao's limp body. Hong Yexue turned to face Huan Pin, still holding the stun gun. Her gaze shifted from Jiao Jiao's limp form to Huan Pin, who was bound to the long bench. The same calm, composed smile still played on her lips. "Alright, it's your turn to enjoy the same treatment." She walked towards Huan Pin, her steps unhurried, as if carrying a freshly prepared dish from the kitchen to the dining table. The two wires of the stun gun dangled slightly in her hand, the metal clips glinting coldly in the light. Huan Pin's eyes were wide. Her legs were still bent at a terrifying angle, the bricks under her heels pinning her down. Her body trembled slightly on the bench. She watched Hong Yexue approach step by step, watched the stun gun swing back and forth in her hand. She shook her head desperately, the metal gag clinking faintly with her movements. Saliva splattered from her mouth, dripping onto her chest. She wanted to speak, to say "no," to say "get away," but the metal gag in her mouth prevented her from uttering anything. Just then, the door was pushed open. It was only opened a crack, so narrow that only a hand could fit through. Neither Yan Yanluo nor Hong Yexue noticed. Yan Yanluo sat on the stool, her back to the door, looking down at her fingers. Hong Yexue, her back to the door, was walking towards Huan Pin. From that crack in the door, a rope flew out. The rope was dark brown, as thick as a thumb, with a loop tied at the end. The loop unfurled silently in the air, landing precisely around Yan Yanluo's neck. Yan Yanluo felt a tightening around her neck. Before she could even react, the rope yanked hard, pulling her off the stool and sending her crashing onto the floor, her back hitting the ground with a dull thud. She opened her mouth to scream, but the loop tightened around her throat, cutting off her voice, allowing only a short "uh" to escape. Her hands instinctively reached for the rope around her neck, but it was too tight, her fingers unable to slip between the rope and her skin.