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"Alright, let's start tying up big sister's legs now. Just tie them together, circling upwards like this," with Yan Nan's words, the little boy looked at Yan Nan's slender legs encased in black stockings and high heels, swallowed hard, and began to tie. He first tightly bound her ankles, then her calves, below her knees, above her knees, and finally her thighs, all pulled together with rope. Yan Nan found it strange. She hadn't said much to the boy or taught him, so why was the rope tied so tightly? Why were there knots reinforcing the rope at the ankles, calves, below and above the knees, and even the middle of her thighs? Wasn't this the kind of bondage and S&M she'd seen in those adult films? How could a child of six or seven know this? Was it a talent for kidnapping? Until the pointed heels of her 10-centimeter black high

"Hurry up, stop wasting my time, or I'll have your dog life!" Ah Zhong repeatedly refused, and Qin Bing'er's patience wore thin. Her pretty face turned cold, and she glared at him with a frosty expression. "Alright, Miss Bing'er. The question is, how do you want me to tie you up?" "Tie me up however you know how. Don't tell me you've never done this before~" Seeing that he had finally relented, Qin Bing'er's expression softened considerably. She glanced at Ah Zhong with a half-smile and turned around, clasping her delicate hands behind her back. "Then please forgive me, Miss Bing'er." Since Qin Bing'er had already adopted a posture of surrender, Ah Zhong would be less than a man if he hesitated further. He could only apologize and step forward to wrap the rope around Qin Bing'er's wrists. He used one large hand to hold Qin Bing'er's wrists together, wrapping the rope horizontally around them five times and tightening it. Then, he wrapped it vertically twice more, securing it with a knot, binding Qin Bing'er's wrists tightly. Ah Zhong paused deliberately to observe her reaction, unsure if Qin Bing'er truly wanted to be bound like a piece of meat or if she was just saying it for show. "Heh, I didn't expect you to be quite skilled at tying people up. Continue tying me, and make it tighter so I don't expose any flaws later." Qin Bing'er tried to move her hands, which were tied behind her back. She found that although her wrists were bound tightly and she couldn't break free, the rope didn't hurt her much. She couldn't help but praise Ah Zhong. Ah Zhong was naturally an old hand at tying people up. With Qin Bing'er's affirmation, his anxious heart gradually relaxed. While thinking, "I'll tie you to death, you slut," he forcefully wrapped the rope around Qin Bing'er's arms. In less than a moment, he had tied her elbows and upper arms together, fixing her arms behind her in a Y-shape. "Hmph~!" Because her arms were bound, Qin Bing'er's chest involuntarily arched forward slightly. After tying Qin Bing'er's arms, Ah Zhong prepared to use the rope to bind her breasts. He embraced Qin Bing'er's delicate body and turned her to face him. Qin Bing'er shot him a cold glance, emitting a soft hum from her delicate nose. Ah Zhong held Qin Bing'er loosely in his arms, even catching the faint, elegant scent of her body, which made him feel a bit dazed. He quickly shook his head and used the rope to bind her breasts in two sections, top and bottom, then wrapped two more ropes along her cleavage, tightly binding her breasts from their roots. "Mmmph~! You damned dog, you're hurting me! I just praised you a little, and you're getting pushy?" The sudden pain from Ah Zhong's tight binding made Qin Bing'er cry out, and she immediately became displeased. "I'm sorry, Miss Bing'er, but didn't you ask me to tie you as tightly as possible?" "Forget it, continue tying me." Qin Bing'er felt the ropes around her chest and found that the tightness was still within an acceptable range, so she didn't press the issue further. Having received the order to continue, Ah Zhong quickly tied a knot and pulled the rope down, then bound Qin Bing'er's slender waist. In the final step, he took out two ropes and passed them through Qin Bing'er's lower body, tightening them fiercely. This time, Ah Zhong deliberately applied a lot of force, lifting the hem of Qin Bing'er's form-fitting skirt and fully exposing her alluring thighs wrapped in black stockings. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph ohh~!" Qin Bing'er's small mouth couldn't help but let out a series of excited moans. Ah Zhong could clearly feel Qin Bing'er's delicate body tremble in his arms. Taking advantage of Qin Bing'er's wriggling and groaning, Ah Zhong quickly tied the other end of the crotch rope to Qin Bing'er's wrists. "You detestable slut!!!" The pain in her sensitive area made Qin Bing'er furious and ashamed. She broke free from Ah Zhong's embrace and delivered a fierce kick to Ah Zhong, who was still trying to tie more ropes. Unexpectedly, although Qin Bing'er's upper body was bound, her black-stockinged legs were still deadly. A single kick sent Ah Zhong tumbling to the ground. Then, Qin Bing'er, seemingly still not satisfied, began stomping on the prone Ah Zhong with her high-heeled feet until he begged for mercy. "Look at your pathetic state! Get over here and continue tying me!" After stomping Ah Zhong's face until it was bruised with her high-heeled feet, Qin Bing'er's anger finally subsided. She walked over to the boss's chair where Qin Xiong had met his unjust end and sat down, stretching her black-stockinged legs straight. "Get over here and tie my legs. Hurry up!" Qin Bing'er's demeanor was arrogant. Ah Zhong felt a surge of resentment but could do nothing about it, so he obediently stepped forward to tie the ropes. He first wrapped five tight rounds of rope around Qin Bing'er's black-stockinged ankles, then wrapped two vertical rounds, tightening them with a knot. Next, he used the remaining rope to bind her twelve-centimeter high-heeled shoe heels. Ah Zhong continued to approach Qin Bing'er's black-stockinged legs with the rope, his nose catching the faint scent of her legs and stockings. He continued to tie upwards, first binding her calves and knees in a similar fashion. Then, he helped the tightly bound Qin Bing'er to stand up and used the rope to bind her thighs together, both in the middle and at the root, tying each rope with a tight knot to ensure Qin Bing'er's legs had no room to escape. While tying the ropes at her thighs, Ah Zhong also unexpectedly noticed a slight dampness on Qin Bing'er's lower body pantyhose, realizing that Qin Bing'er was actually enjoying being tied up. "Alright, get away from me. Don't touch me!" Once her entire body was tightly bound, Qin Bing'er pushed Ah Zhong away with her body, a look of disdain on her face.

"Teacher Liu usually likes to wear high heels too, so I'll tie your shoes for you as well, just in case you struggle too much and kick them off later," Wang Xiaoming's small hands caressed the thin, smooth, flesh-toned stockings on Liu Yao's beautiful legs. After a moment's thought, he pulled a rope from where Liu Yao's ankles were tied and looped it around the ten-centimeter heels of the black high heels her delicate feet were wearing. This way, no matter how much Liu Yao struggled later, she wouldn't be able to kick off these high heels. In reality, Wang Xiaoming himself enjoyed the sight of beautiful women in stockings and high heels. "Mmmph~!!!" Liu Yao seemed to have regained some strength. She struggled with her stocking-clad legs, managing to break free from Wang Xiaoming's embrace. However, her legs were already bound together, inseparable like lotus roots, uneven and bulging. All Liu Yao could do was arch her perky buttocks and writhe. "Teacher Liu, don't rush, your calves aren't tied yet!" Wang Xiaoming, holding the rope, quickly pounced. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph?!" She's already tied like this, and he still wants to tie her more? Liu Yao was filled with shame and anger at Wang Xiaoming's words. She twisted her delicate body, trying to escape him, but how could she, already tied in a knot? Soon, with a reluctant whimper, her stocking-clad legs were caught by Wang Xiaoming again. "Don't worry, Teacher Liu, you'll have plenty of time to struggle after I'm done tying you." Wang Xiaoming held Liu Yao's bound and pressed-together stocking-clad legs and used the rope to wrap around her calves four or five times, tightening them and tying a knot. Liu Yao's beautiful legs were now completely tied. "Mmmph~!!!" Amidst Liu Yao's constant resistance and struggle, Wang Xiaoming flipped her over, exposing her perky buttocks, clad in flesh-toned stockings, to the cold floor. With one hand, he held her bound upper body close, forcing Liu Yao, whose pretty face was flushed with shame from being completely restrained, to meet his gaze. "Teacher Liu, I'm all done tying you now. Your strength should have recovered quite a bit, right? You can struggle to your heart's content and see if you can break free from these restraints." Wang Xiaoming held Liu Yao's bound upper body, inhaling the pleasant scent of her body. "Hmph mmm~!" Liu Yao's dizziness had indeed subsided considerably, and she had recovered seven or eight parts of her strength. But when she looked at her legs, tightly bound by six sets of ropes, and her upper body, her chest and slender waist also constricted by ropes, a sense of powerlessness washed over her. How could she possibly break free, tied up like this? At this moment, all she could do was glare at Wang Xiaoming with shame and anger, her eyes burning with a fury that could swallow him whole. "Hahaha, Teacher Liu, don't look at me like that. I'm not scared of you anymore. Speaking of which, why don't you try struggling? I just want to see you, tied up by me and unable to move, yet struggling with all your might." If it were before, Liu Yao's fierce glare would have sent Wang Xiaoming fleeing in terror. But now, Wang Xiaoming felt a surge of vengeful pleasure. To have this shrew tied up in his arms was truly an extraordinary feeling. "Mmmph~?! Mmmph mmmph mmmph oh~?!" Liu Yao was disgusted by Wang Xiaoming's words. Her beautiful eyes glared at him fiercely again, but suddenly, her whole body trembled, and she had to struggle violently, filled with both shame and anger. It turned out Wang Xiaoming's small hands had reached her firm, tender breasts and were continuously kneading them up and down, shaping them into different forms. "Mmmph oh oh oh oh oh~?!" Then, amidst Liu Yao's shame-filled, angry, and high-pitched moans, Wang Xiaoming continued to extend his wicked hands towards Liu Yao's lower body, beginning to caress the ropes that were binding her crotch. Liu Yao never dreamed she would be teased like this by her own student. For a moment, she was so ashamed and furious she could die, desperately writhing her bound delicate body in Wang Xiaoming's embrace. "Ouch~ Teacher Liu, you're quite strong!" Under Liu Yao's desperate struggle, Wang Xiaoming almost lost his grip on her. He tightened his hold on her delicate body and his small hands, following the ropes at her crotch, once again caressed her beautiful legs, clad in smooth stockings. "Come on, Teacher Liu, if you don't break free soon, I'll have touched every inch of you," Wang Xiaoming whispered wickedly in Liu Yao's ear, causing her struggles to intensify even further. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm~!!!" Liu Yao was furious and humiliated by Wang Xiaoming's words. She drew her bound, pressed-together stocking-clad legs together, wanting to kick Wang Xiaoming fiercely. But Wang Xiaoming was clever; he stayed behind Liu Yao, hugging her slender waist, preventing her from kicking him. Enraged, Liu Yao let out a shrill cry, her delicate feet in high heels, bound together, stomped on the ground repeatedly as if venting her anger, but she couldn't reach Wang Xiaoming. And Wang Xiaoming, whenever Liu Yao was caught off guard, would reach out and pinch her bound, stocking-clad legs, causing Liu Yao to scream incessantly, her lungs about to explode with anger. "Hahaha, how is it, Teacher Liu? Does it feel good?" Wang Xiaoming kneaded Liu Yao's tender breasts with one hand and caressed her stocking-clad legs with the other, enjoying himself immensely. Liu Yao's shame-filled, unwilling struggles only intensified his vengeful pleasure. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm~!!!" Liu Yao, bound all over, was forced to be held in Wang Xiaoming's embrace. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. She was unwilling to let him touch her so carelessly, so she struggled even more violently, eventually becoming drenched in sweat and panting heavily from exhaustion. Thus, Liu Yao, bound all over, whimpered and moaned as Wang Xiaoming's hands roamed over her for several hours. She was beginning to despair. There was no way; the ropes were too tight, and she couldn't break free. Wang Xiaoming, on the other hand, remained enthusiastically engaged, and she had no idea when he would let her go. "Mmm mmm mmm mmm~!" Liu Yao, drenched in sweat from struggling, moaned in despair. Meanwhile, she continued to twist her delicate body, trying to evade Wang Xiaoming's wandering, wicked hands. Suddenly, a crisp click echoed from the doorway. It was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

"Alright, alright. Then I'll trouble you, big sister. What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you say." The thought of begging a brat to tie her up made Han Xiaoya blush furiously. She then hypnotized herself, telling herself it was all for Wang Daming's assets, and she just had to endure it for now. "Then let's start by tying up Xiaoya sister's hands, shall we? You should squat down first, you're a bit tall," Wang Xiaoming said, holding up a bundle of rope and gesturing towards Han Xiaoya, finding he couldn't reach her. Han Xiaoya wasn't particularly tall; even in her twelve-centimeter heels, she was only a little over 1.7 meters. The real issue was that Wang Xiaoming was just a nine-year-old brat, and he was too short. "Oh, okay," Han Xiaoya obediently complied. "Xiaoya sister, please put your hands behind your back," Wang Xiaoming said, holding the rope and moving behind her as Han Xiaoya squatted down. Han Xiaoya naturally followed his instructions. "Ah~ Xiaoming~ Sister is afraid of pain, can you tie it a little lighter?" Han Xiaoya's wrists were tightly bound by Wang Xiaoming's rope, then secured with knots. He hadn't held back at all during the process, causing Han Xiaoya a sharp pain. "No, Xiaoya sister, if I tie it loosely, Dad will be unhappy. Since you've decided to do this, you should do it to the best of your ability, right? Just bear with it a little, Xiaoya sister." Wang Xiaoming immediately rejected her request. What if she managed to break free if he tied it loosely? With this thought, Wang Xiaoming's grip tightened. He used the rope to firmly bind Han Xiaoya's forearms and upper arms behind her, tying her arms in a Y-shape. "Mmmph~ It's so tight~ Oh, Xiaoming, please be gentle with sister, don't tie it so tightly!" Han Xiaoya's arms were bound tightly together behind her back, and she felt incredibly uncomfortable. "Good sister, just bear with it a little to make Dad happy," Wang Xiaoming said, reaching for the restraint gloves he had bought online earlier. "Okay, okay~ Mmmhmm~!" Han Xiaoya had just responded with a hint of grievance when she suddenly let out a scream. Wang Xiaoming had already wrapped the black leather restraint gloves around her tightly bound hands and was now pulling the strap to tighten them. "Xiaoming, my hands are going numb from the tightness, can you loosen it a bit?" Wang Xiaoming secured the strap of the restraint gloves to Han Xiaoya's shoulders, tightening them firmly. Han Xiaoya's arms were now immovably fixed behind her. The restraint gloves forced her to arch her chest high, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The gloves also encased her hands, forcing Han Xiaoya to maintain a clenched fist, preventing her from using her hands to undo the restraints. "Just hold on a little longer, it'll be done soon," Wang Xiaoming said soothingly, but his hands were still working diligently on the ropes. "Mmmph~" Han Xiaoya moaned as Wang Xiaoming also began to bind her breasts with rope, squeezing them so tightly that they seemed on the verge of bursting out. Wang Xiaoming didn't have time to admire them and then proceeded to bind Han Xiaoya's slender waist. He then intertwined the rope around her waist with the one binding her arms, which were already encased in the restraint gloves. "Xiaoming, I really can't move anymore! Do you have to tie it this tightly? My arms are already bound with rope, aren't they? Why are you tying them on the outside too~?" Han Xiaoya twisted her arms, finding that she couldn't move even an inch. Feeling that he wasn't finished and was continuing to tie ropes around her, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. "I know you can't move anymore, sister. Tying more rope is just for aesthetics. Since you're already tied up like this, what's a little more?" "How could you... Wooooh?!" Han Xiaoya had just pouted in grievance when she immediately cried out in surprise. Wang Xiaoming had placed ropes around her lips and between her buttocks, tightening them and connecting them to the rope around her waist. This caused her body to gradually become hot and even more uncomfortable. "Don't make such excited noises, Xiaoya sister. The neighbors might hear and it wouldn't be good," Wang Xiaoming teased, as Han Xiaoya's moans were becoming quite high-pitched. "Who's excited~! Don't joke with sister! Or I'll get angry!" Han Xiaoya retorted, her cheeks flushed with shame and indignation.

Hong Ling was bound in this humiliating position, and Ah Zhong made no further moves, merely observing her reaction with keen interest. As expected, within ten minutes, Hong Ling began to falter, shaking her head desperately, indicating her willingness to reveal Ah Xue's whereabouts and signaling for Ah Zhong to release her from this extreme restraint. However, Ah Zhong misinterpreted her head shaking as defiance, believing she was still refusing to disclose Ah Xue's location. He chuckled, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes. While he was concerned for his sister's safety, a part of him relished Hong Ling's resistance, as it meant he could prolong his torment. "As expected of Sister Hong, I knew this little game wouldn't break you. Shall we move on to some toys then?" Ah Zhong said with a grin, approaching the rack. He deliberately selected a few vibrators and dildos sized for a "big foreign woman," assuming they would be more than enough for the petite Hong Ling, a typical Eastern beauty. "Mmph?!" Hong Ling's eyes widened in panic as Ah Zhong approached with several menacing-looking vibrators. Her body instinctively recoiled, attempting to escape, but she forgot her predicament, stretched taut by the ropes. Her high-heeled foot slipped, and the rope around her neck tightened, causing her to roll her eyes and struggle for breath. After a moment, she regained her balance, too terrified to move, and could only watch as Ah Zhong brandished the vibrators. "I'll start with a big one for you, Sister Hong. Even the dark-skinned girls love this one! It'll surely leave you feeling refreshed!" Ah Zhong picked the most intimidating one, untied the rope binding Hong Ling's legs, and then ripped away her lace panties, preparing to insert it into her pussy. "Mmmph oh oh oh?!" Oh god! Is that even for humans? It'll tear me apart! No! Help me! Poor Hong Ling, her neck held fast by the rope, dared not move. Even before the thick vibrator touched her pussy, her body convulsed as if electrocuted. "It's okay, Sister Hong, you have to believe in yourself! What size can't our Sister Hong take?" The more you fear it, the more I'll shove it in! Ah Zhong's excitement grew with Hong Ling's resistance. He patted her perky ass as if to comfort her, then held her waist with one hand while gripping the vibrator with the other, aiming for her pussy and thrusting it in. "Mmmph oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!?" Help, help me! It's going to burst! Stop, stop pushing! Ah~! No, I can't!!! Even though Hong Ling's pussy was already slick with arousal, the insertion of the vibrator was incredibly difficult. Ah Zhong, however, paid no mind, pushing the vibrator with all his might into Hong Ling's pussy. The process was agonizingly pleasurable for Hong Ling, who forgot the tightness around her neck. Her body writhed, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth let out piercing screams. Regrettably, Ah Zhong managed to insert about two-thirds of the vibrator into Hong Ling's pussy before it refused to go any further. "Hah, it seems Sister Hong's snatch can't compare to a big foreign woman's!" Ah Zhong, unconvinced, pushed harder. The thick vibrator dug deeper into Hong Ling's pussy, leaving no room for further penetration. Finally, Ah Zhong used the remaining rope to secure the vibrator's tail, ensuring the massive object was firmly lodged within Hong Ling. "Mmmph oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!?" Hurry~ hurry and pull it out! I'll tell you anything you want! Stop torturing me! No! Hong Ling cried out, her body writhing as the giant object penetrated her, her head shaking in desperate pleas. "It seems Sister Hong still refuses to yield. Then, I'll let you experience the true power of this vibrator!" Ah Zhong, seeing Hong Ling shake her head, assumed she was still refusing him. Without a word, he found the remote control, turned it on, and set it to the highest setting. "Guh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?!?" No, I can't! I'm going to die~! Hong Ling's pussy was intensely stimulated by the vibrator, her mind blanking, her consciousness instantly submerged by a tidal wave. The thick vibrator buzzed violently, causing the wooden board beneath Hong Ling's high-heeled feet to tremble. Hong Ling's reaction was, of course, extreme. Her usually alluring eyes rolled back, her entire body convulsed under the vibrator's assault. If her mouth hadn't been gagged, her tongue would have surely lolled out in pleasure. "Ah, mmph oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!" Before long, Hong Ling arched her head back, letting out a piercing moan. Her entire body began to spasm violently, and her pussy started to spew out various fluids, which flowed down her tensed, black-stockinged legs and onto the floor, quickly pooling around her. "Holy shit?" Then, with a squelch from Hong Ling's pussy, Ah Zhong quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding being doused in her juices. "Sister Hong? You peed yourself? Aren't you embarrassed?" Ah Zhong observed Hong Ling, who was continuously spraying, with amusement. He noticed a faint yellowish tinge mixed with the copious amounts of fluid and deliberately taunted her. "Mmmph eh oh oh oh oh~!" You bastard! Go die! Ah~? Again? No, don't~!

Qin Bing'er's sensitive nether regions were also stuffed, currently buzzing and working continuously. The intensity could be gauged by her flushed face, hidden behind her hands. Her mouth was stuffed with several pairs of stockings, then sealed with a gag, rendering her completely silent. The veil at the back of her head concealed the straps of the gag. These were all measures taken by A-Zhong to restrain Qin Bing'er, ensuring she wouldn't be too "active" at the wedding. Along the way, A-Zhong smiled and greeted various guests. Qin Bing'er leaned limply in her wheelchair, struggling ineffectively from time to time. The vibrator in her lower body had already exhausted her, leaving her weak and unable to muster any strength. A-Zhong had specifically given her "special care" a few days prior to ensure she wouldn't be too energetic on their wedding day. Amidst the well wishes of the guests, A-Zhong pushed Qin Bing'er to the end of the aisle, where an elderly priest awaited them. "I'll trouble you with this, Father," A-Zhong winked at the priest, who nodded with a smile. "Then I declare, the wedding begins!" "Miss Qin Bing'er, do you take A-Zhong to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?" "Mmmph! Mmmph!" *I don't! Save me!* Qin Bing'er's only visible feature was her alluring eyes, which darted towards the priest in a desperate plea for help. Her mouth, so tightly stuffed, could only emit faint whimpers. But the priest had been bribed by A-Zhong and completely ignored Qin Bing'er's silent cries. Instead, he loudly announced to the guests, "Bride Miss Qin Bing'er is suffering from a serious illness and cannot speak loudly, so I shall convey her response to you all. She says she does!" As soon as the priest finished speaking, the wedding guests erupted in applause. "Waaah!" *Even the priest is bought?* Qin Bing'er's heart sank into despair. "A-Zhong, do you take Qin Bing'er to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?" "I do!" A-Zhong chuckled lewdly and quickly nodded. The priest then turned to the guests, "Do you all consent to be witnesses to their vows?" "We do!" The guests applauded. "Then, by the authority vested in me by the Holy Bible, I pronounce you husband and wife!" "You may now kiss your bride!" the priest said with a smile. A-Zhong glanced at Qin Bing'er's bulging mouth and wondered how he was supposed to kiss her. But he soon shrugged it off, deciding to be bold. "Mmmph?!" A-Zhong shielded Qin Bing'er with his body, then removed the gag from her mouth, pulling out the stockings. "Waaah! Help! Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!" As soon as Qin Bing'er's mouth was free, she tried to cry out for help, but A-Zhong immediately covered her mouth in a long, deep kiss that lasted until she was almost suffocating. "No! No~ Mmmph mmmph!" After the kiss, A-Zhong quickly reinserted the gag, his movements fluid and practiced. Qin Bing'er, too enraged to speak, stomped her feet. The important figures from X City who had business dealings with A-Zhong breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the successful union. By marrying Qin Bing'er, the only daughter of Qin Xiong, the former leader of the Black Wolf Gang, A-Zhong would officially inherit the position of gang leader, shedding the interim title. "My wife is feeling unwell, so I will be taking her back to rest. Please enjoy yourselves!" A-Zhong smiled and nodded at the guests before hastily pushing Qin Bing'er towards the villa. "Haha, Qin Bing'er, you little slut, you're mine now!" Once inside his villa, A-Zhong dropped all pretense. He untied the ropes securing Qin Bing'er to the wheelchair, leaving only those binding her arms and her beautiful white legs. He then attached a rope to the crotch strap that had been tightened around her lower body and dragged her inside. "You look so tempting in your wedding dress, you little slut! Come on, follow your master inside!" "Mmmph ooooh?!" Qin Bing'er's lower body was greatly stimulated, and she could only hop forward, her high-heeled feet following A-Zhong's every pull. The future held nothing but endless confinement for her.