The fairy who governed the human realm, in a self-binding escapade gone awry, lost all her magical powers. Attempting

In the celestial realm, within the Cloud Mist Palace. This place serves as the nexus between the mortal and immortal realms. Swathed in swirling mists and imbued with ethereal energy, the palace is built upon a foundation of white jade with glazed tiles adorning its roof. Delicate jade bells hang from the eaves, their clear chimes carried by the wind, capable of cleansing the spirit. Ordinary celestial maidens cultivating here would find their minds serene and pure. Yet, the mistress of this domain—the Frost Profound Immortal, who governs the mortal realm and is revered by countless humans—finds her emotions utterly at odds with this sacred environment. She stands motionless in the Mirror Hall, deep within her private chambers. Enormous water mirrors surrounding her faithfully reflect her image. The first thing that catches the eye is her signature attire, a symbol of purity and nobility. Her hair, as dark and flowing as ink clouds, is left largely unadorned, held back loosely by a simple white jade hairpin. The rest cascades like a waterfall to her waist, accentuating her slender neck and luminous skin. A thin veil of white gauze drapes across her face, obscuring most of her features, revealing only a pair of clear, piercing eyes. Within their depths, a thousand years of unmelting ice seems to reside, or perhaps the flow of distant stars, profound and awe-inspiring, daring no one to meet their gaze directly. These eyes are the most celebrated aspect of her sacred visage in mortal depictions, radiating an inviolable majesty and an unapproachable distance. She is clad in a flowing immortal gown with wide sleeves. The fabric is neither silk nor satin, but woven from the very clouds and mists of the celestial realm. Its pristine white hue, with a hem that trails the ground, layers like clouds. As she moves, a subtle shimmer seems to ripple through the fabric, lending her an otherworldly grace. Over this, she wears a translucent robe of the same color, its hem embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in silver thread, symbolizing her dominion over rain and clouds and her role as protector of the mortal realm. Her feet are encased in knee-high cloud boots. The boots are soft, conforming to the elegant lines of her slender calves. The edges of the boot shafts are traced with delicate silver threads forming auspicious cloud motifs, extending up to her knees. Beneath the cloud boots, she wears a pair of flawless white, knee-high stockings. The stockings cling snugly to her shapely thighs, their fine material perfectly covering her leg skin, leaving only the tantalizing "absolute territory" of pure, untouched skin. This is how the mortals perceive the Frost Profound Immortal: virtuous, infinitely powerful, and unassailably divine. Every appearance she makes inspires awe and devout faith in the hearts of all humanity, for the power of mortal faith is the very source of her strength. However, before the water mirrors, a subtle, fervent, and hidden tremor stirs within the depths of the immortal’s cool gaze, a stark contrast to her sacred image. Her eyes slowly sweep over her own form, encased in the opulent robes, as reflected in the mirror. Though the immortal gown is loose, in certain angles and under specific lighting, it still subtly outlines a figure of such exquisite beauty that it could eclipse the heavens and earth. Her stature is tall, her proportions perfect. Though her chest is not overwhelmingly full, it boasts a gracefully curved swell, like a budding jade lotus, creating a pleasing contour beneath the layers of white fabric. It is neither ostentatious nor easily overlooked, possessing a subtle abundance. Her waist is impossibly slender, cinched by a soft satin sash of the same color, making it appear as if it could snap with the slightest pressure, evoking a sense of delicate fragility. Yet, her innate celestial aura prevents any thought of impertinent familiarity. Her gaze drifts lower, to the curve of her hips, which, though partially concealed by the gown, are surprisingly rounded and high, like exquisitely carved jade. With every movement, whether walking or sitting, they create a breathtakingly full arc beneath the flowing fabric, infusing her otherwise ethereal form with a subtle, voluptuous allure. Below the hem of her gown, the knee-high cloud boots and pristine stockings clearly delineate the long, straight lines of her legs. Her thighs are full and supple, her calves slender and elegantly shaped, culminating in the unique design of the cloud boots that fully encloses them. The Frost Profound Immortal’s fingertips lightly brush across her veiled cheek. In the mirror, a deep, dark flame seems to flicker within the depths of her cool eyes. No one knows that this revered immortal, who appears to be devoid of all earthly desires, harbors a deeply shameful secret preference, one that can never be revealed to the outside world: she is obsessed with the sensation of being tightly bound. She craves the feeling of losing all freedom, of surrendering herself completely to ropes and restraints, experiencing a thrilling, ecstatic loss of control. Normally, she suppresses this hidden desire with her immense willpower and formidable magic. But today, she has decided to indulge herself. Not only will she bind herself tightly with the "Immortal Binding Rope" from the demon realm, but she will also adorn her most sensitive areas with small magical artifacts, which she personally crafted and imbued with celestial power, designed to continuously "stimulate" and "play" with her. She takes a deep breath, the rich celestial energy filling her lungs, yet it fails to quell the restless agitation within her heart, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a hint of fear. Though this act defies the celestial path and carries certain risks, the Frost Profound Immortal is confident that even if bound completely, she can break free with her abundant and potent magical power. If this Immortal Binding Rope were to ensnare an ordinary celestial maiden, it would render her utterly helpless. But for someone like herself, ranked among the top three on the celestial roster and governing the entirety of the human race, it is nothing. She possesses absolute confidence that even if bound from head to toe, unable to move, she can still break free from the restraints using her own magical prowess! “Let us begin…” she murmurs to her reflection, her voice audible only to herself. Her tone remains cool, yet carries a barely perceptible tremor. She slowly raises her hand, celestial energy flowing through her fingertips. First, she directs it towards the knee-high cloud boots at her feet. Disengaging the hidden runes on the side of the boot, she gently removes her right boot. A jade foot, snugly encased in a white stocking, is revealed. The foot is slender and delicate, the ankle slim. The tip of the stocking is slightly taut, subtly outlining the shape of five small toes, a purity tinged with silent allure. The silk stocking felt exquisitely fine, filling her mouth with a strange yet profound sensation. She could taste a faint saltiness – the scent of her own feet. This self-profaned shame made her legs tremble, almost unable to stand. She had to brace herself with one hand against the cool surface of the water mirror. The mirror was cold, a stark contrast to her burning palm. "Mmm... mmmph..." She tried to vocalize, but only a muffled whimper escaped her nostrils. The foreign object in her mouth felt incredibly real. Saliva quickly soaked the stocking wad, and the damp, hot sensation only heightened her arousal. In the water mirror, the breathtaking fairy's mouth was stuffed with her own white stocking. Her cheeks bulged slightly from the fullness, her eyes shimmering with moisture. If any mortal were to witness this sight, it would shatter their millennia-old beliefs. But this was just the beginning. Frost Xuan Fairy steadied herself and approached the floating magical artifacts. Her gaze locked onto an item emitting a faint pink glow – a gag, but not a simple ball-shaped one like those found in the mortal realm. This was the "Seven Emotions, Six Desires Gag," crafted by her, combining celestial artifact refinement techniques with forbidden lust arts secretly learned from the demon realm. At its core was a crystal that slowly released aphrodisiacs. The outer layer was made of soft yet resilient celestial gel, shaped to fit perfectly down the throat. Its surface was covered in fine protrusions, designed to provide continuous stimulation within the mouth. One end of the gag was connected to an exquisite leather strap and buckle, meant to be securely fastened behind the head. Frost Xuan Fairy’s trembling hands reached for the artifact. The aphrodisiac gag felt warm in her grasp, pulsing as if alive. She took a deep breath – a difficult and labored action with her mouth stuffed. "Haaah..." A silken thread trailed from the stocking wad. Ignoring the corner of her mouth, she eagerly brought the aphrodisiac gag to her lips. The gag was slightly larger than she had anticipated. As the warm, gelatinous object pressed against her lips, she hesitated for a moment – not about continuing, but about whether to give herself one last chance to back out. But the intense craving surging from the depths of her body overwhelmed everything. She parted her lips and slowly pushed the gag into her mouth. "Mmm...!" As the tip entered, the fine protrusions on its surface began to caress her tongue and palate, sending waves of tingling stimulation. She continued to push, the gag gradually filling her entire mouth until the back end rested against her lips, and the front began to slide towards the back of her throat. The feeling of being completely filled made her dizzy. She could feel the gag slowly expanding, perfectly conforming to every inch of her oral cavity. The protrusions pressed precisely against the most sensitive areas within her mouth. Even more potent was the aphrodisiac crystal at the gag's core beginning to work – a warm liquid seeped from the crystal, mixing with her saliva, which she instinctively swallowed. "Mmm... mmm..." She fastened the strap behind her head, securing the gag firmly. Now, even her whimpers were suppressed into deeper, more muffled nasal sounds. The aphrodisiac's effects quickly manifested. A wave of warmth spread from her stomach, rapidly coursing through her limbs. Her skin flushed a faint pink, her nipples hardened, and the wetness between her legs became a torrent, even feeling nectar trickling down her inner thighs. Frost Xuan Fairy leaned against the mirror, taking a moment to adjust to the state of her body heating up and her consciousness blurring. The aphrodisiac wouldn't steal her reason, but it would amplify her senses tenfold and magnify every pleasure. And this, she thought, was merely her first "appetizer." She forced herself to look away, towards the next artifact – the "Celestial Power Vibrator." Then came the brutal and meticulous division and binding. Two slightly thinner rope strands were drawn from the base rope, extending vertically upwards, tracing the highest points of her breasts, and converging beneath her collarbones, forming an "A" shape that cinched her chest. But this was only the beginning. More strands joined in, like the most exacting artisans, commencing the precise "sculpting" of this pair of beautiful breasts. One rope was horizontally tightened across the center of her breasts, sinking deeply into the cleavage, clearly separating her left and right breasts and forcing them to spread slightly outwards. Immediately following, another rope horizontally encircled the upper and lower hemispheres of each breast, interlacing with the vertical ropes to form a grid-like restraint. The most agonizing part was the special "attention" given to her nipples. The ropes cleverly bypassed the bases of the nipple clamps, cinching tightly above and below each clamp, not only securing them firmly but also applying additional pressure. The clamps themselves already brought a continuous stinging and tingling sensation, and now, under the compression of the ropes, that feeling of being tightly gripped, as if her very core was being controlled, intensified tenfold. "Mmmph—!!!" Fairy Shuangxuan suddenly threw her head back, her neck stretching taut, a whimper escaping her throat. The restraint on her chest wasn't painful, but a complex sensation blending pressure, confinement, and an intensely heightened, sensitive stimulation. The rough surface of the ropes chafed her tender breast flesh, and with every breath, with every tremor caused by the vibrations of the internal vibrator, the ropes tightened a little more, the friction intensifying. The silver bells on the nipple clamps jingled wildly with her violent reactions, each chime striking her heart like a tiny electric shock, bringing an added wave of tingling pleasure. Before the chest restraint had even allowed Fairy Shuangxuan to catch her breath, the Immortal Binding Rope began its next phase. Two strands emerged from beneath her shoulder blades, wrapping around her shoulders and securing into the rope network on her chest and back to prevent slippage. Then, the ropes spiraled downwards along her smooth upper arms. First, the upper arms. Starting from her shoulders, the ropes coiled tightly, one loop pressed against the next, evenly and forcefully biting into the plump flesh of her upper arms. The fairy's arms were not scrawny but possessed rounded, elegant curves. Now, under the tight binding of the ropes, her muscles were compressed, and her snow-white skin bulged slightly from the gaps between the ropes, creating a form that appeared ravaged yet incredibly alluring. The ropes stopped just a few inches above her elbow creases. Next, the forearms. Beginning below her elbows, the ropes spiraled downwards in a similarly tight fashion, all the way to her wrists. Her forearms were slender, and the ropes dug in deeper, almost seeming to embed themselves into the bone. During the wrapping, the tight restraint made the foreign object sensation within her flower hole even more pronounced, as if each vibration was amplified. Finally, the wrists. The ropes forcefully pulled her wrists behind her back, and over the black leather wrist cuffs she was already wearing, several tight turns were added. Her wrists were bound behind her back, the ropes cleverly threaded through the knots at her waist and the base ropes beneath her chest binding, securing her wrists together tightly, the knots cinched fast. "Mmmph—!" The moment her arms were bound behind her, Fairy Shuangxuan lost the support of her arms and stumbled forward involuntarily. This movement caused the pressure on her chest restraints to surge, deforming her breasts even further and pushing the nipple clamps deeper into her flesh. Simultaneously, the posture of her bound arms forced her chest outwards, her shoulder blades pulled back, and the entire curve of her upper body was accentuated in an extremely shameful and exhibitionistic manner. She tried to struggle, but her arms were firmly fixed behind her, the ropes digging deeply into her flesh, and any exertion brought a searing pain and a tighter sense of restraint. The Immortal Binding Rope was not satisfied. A length of rope snaked around from behind and gently draped itself over Fairy Shuangxuan's long and elegant neck. Around her neck, she already wore the black leather collar embedded with demon-sealing stones. Now, the rope wound tightly several times along the upper and lower edges of the collar, securing it firmly while also applying additional pressure to her neck. The rope tightened and knotted at the nape of her neck. While not to the point of suffocation, the distinct sensation of her throat being gripped, coupled with the collar pressing more tightly against her skin under the rope's pressure, gave her an unprecedented sense of vulnerable control. Her breathing seemed to become somewhat labored, and in conjunction with the gag in her mouth, each inhale was accompanied by a difficult "hissing" sound. The binding of her upper body was, for now, preliminarily complete. Subsequently, the ropes did something that brought Fairy Shuangxuan to the brink of collapse. From the knot at her waist, two thin strands emerged, not extending downwards to bind her legs, but... backwards, downwards, arriving between her rounded, perky buttocks. When both thighs were bound in a spiral, Fairy Shuangxuan felt her lower body was nailed in place. The thigh restraints connected to the rope net around her waist, forming a complete lower body confinement system: she couldn't take large steps, nor could she bend her knees normally—because every attempt would tug at the ropes all over her body, triggering a chain reaction of stimulation. After the thigh binding was complete, the ropes moved to the knees. This was a joint, requiring special treatment. The Immortal Binding Rope clearly knew its craft—instead of a spiral wrap, it employed a complex "rhombus knee tie." First, a small central knot was tied at the front of the knee. Then, four thin ropes extended from this knot, going upwards, downwards, left, and right. The upward rope connected to the lowest loop of the thigh spiral binding; the downward one prepared to connect to the calf; the left and right ropes wrapped around the sides of the knees, meeting at the popliteal fossa to form a knot hidden behind the knee. But this was not enough. More thin ropes branched from the central knot, interweaving on the surface of the knee to form an exquisite rhombus net. This net was not only aesthetically pleasing but, more importantly, functional—it completely immobilized the kneecap, restricting the bending angle of the knee joint. Fairy Shuangxuan tried to bend her knee and found she could only bend it about thirty degrees. Any further attempt would cause the ropes to dig deeply into the soft flesh of her knee pit, bringing a strong sense of pressure. With both knees secured by the same rhombus knee tie, Fairy Shuangxuan's standing posture was forced to become even more rigid. She had to bend her knees slightly to maintain balance, but this bending angle was precisely limited to the most strenuous position—her thigh and calf muscles had to exert continuous effort to maintain this posture. As the rhombus knee ties firmly secured both knees at a slightly bent, submissive angle, the Immortal Binding Rope unceasingly began binding the calves. Fairy Shuangxuan looked down, watching the black ropes, like living creatures, split into two from the exquisite knot below her knees and precisely coil around her slender yet smoothly contoured calves. The calf binding differed from the thigh's spiral wrap, appearing more dense and severe. The ropes first clung to the softest part below the knee pit, digging in mercilessly, encircling it tightly once as an initial anchor point. This tightening caused her calf muscles, already tense from standing, to contract sharply. The aching sensation mixed with the strange feeling of sudden compression made her involuntarily let out a short, muffled groan from her nose. The ropes gave her no time to adapt, immediately continuing to coil downwards with almost no gaps. This was a near-predatory embrace. The width of the ropes was just right, each loop digging deeply into her calf flesh, leaving no part untouched, from the plump calf muscle at the back to the prominent shinbone at the front. Due to the extreme tightness of the wrap, there were almost no gaps left between the ropes, her snow-white skin completely covered, replaced by segments of tightly bound black rope, forcibly shaping her calves into pillars. She could feel the rough texture of the ropes directly against her skin, a sensation that was not mere pain but a continuous pressure, proclaiming ownership and absolute control. Every subtle "creak" as the ropes tightened felt like another turn of the screw on her taut nerves. As the ropes coiled downwards, her calf's blood circulation was clearly affected, and a slight numbness and tingling sensation began to spread to her extremities. However, this feeling was quickly drowned out by the persistent itch from the cloud boots on her feet and more intense stimulation from other areas. When the ropes reached about two inches above her ankles, the dense calf binding was finally complete. At this moment, her calf binding seamlessly connected with the spiral binding of her thighs above and the rhombus binding of her knees, forming a continuous and oppressive chain of restraint from thigh to calf. Next was the final crucial step—the ankle binding. The Immortal Binding Rope seemed to understand the importance of this area, its movements becoming slower and more ritualistic. Two ropes, originating from the left and right calves, converged above the ankle bones. They didn't simply cross; instead, each wrapped tightly around its respective ankle twice, completely encasing and securing the ankle bones. Then, these two ropes began to interweave—the left rope crossing over the right ankle, the right rope over the left, forming a solid figure-eight cross between the ankles. This cross was not the end but the beginning of more secure binding. Using this figure-eight structure as a base, the ropes began multiple rounds of reinforcement from various angles. Several horizontal wraps locked the position of her ankles together, leaving no space between them; vertically, the ropes cleverly passed over the instep, tightening at the arch of her foot to prevent any possibility of the foot turning or twisting. Finally, all the rope ends were gathered at the back of her ankles and tied into an exceptionally complex knot, infused with forbidden immortal techniques. Once tied, this knot could only be undone by a specific magical key or a force far exceeding that of the binder. The moment the ankle binding was complete, Fairy Shuangxuan's entire body stiffened. It was an unprecedented feeling of complete loss of freedom in her lower limbs. Her ankles were firmly bound together, leaving no gap, making even the slightest separation of her feet to adjust her balance a luxury she couldn't afford. She relied entirely on the forced elevation of her high-heeled boots and the taut muscles of her thighs and calves to maintain her stance. Any slight relaxation or fatigue could cause her to topple forward, unable to adjust her footing. The ankle binding, integrated with the dense calf binding, the knee binding, and the thigh binding, declared that her legs, from the root of her thighs to the tips of her toes, had become an inseparable, uncooperative part of this intricate restraint system. At this moment, Fairy Shuangxuan looked down. As far as her eyes could see, from below her waist, black ropes, like evil vines growing from her skin, had sculpted her long legs into a strictly bound, immobile "work of art" using spiral, net, and cross patterns. The plumpness of her thighs, the vulnerability of her knees, the slenderness of her calves, and the delicacy of her ankles all presented a breathtakingly beautiful, yet imprisoned, curve under the ropes' outline and pressure. And she could only stand here, enduring this heavy restraint that had spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body, a restraint she had actively invited and from which she could now find no escape. The indestructible knot at her ankles was like the final lock on this grand and shameful self-binding ritual. Fairy Shuangxuan's entire network of ropes was finally connected into a complete system. She could clearly feel: starting from the collar around her neck, the ropes extended downwards, forming the chest binding and waist binding; from the waist, they split to form the thigh ropes; from the sides of the waist downwards, they formed the thigh spiral binding, knee binding, and dense calf binding. Simultaneously, branching from the rhombus net on her back, they formed the upper arm spiral binding and dense forearm binding, finally connecting to the wrist cuffs. Every knot was connected to its adjacent knot, and every rope segment echoed with the others. This was a precise, complete, and inescapable restraint system. Now, even if Fairy Shuangxuan wanted to move a finger, it would tug at the ropes all over her body, triggering a chain reaction of pressure and friction. She tried to slightly move her right wrist. Immediately, the wrist cuff tightened, pulling on the arm's spiral binding. The arm ropes then tugged at the rhombus net on her back. The back ropes pulled the chest binding, which pressed on her breasts, causing the nipple clamps to clatter wildly; at the same time, the movement of the back ropes also pulled at the waist net, which in turn pulled down on the thigh spiral binding. The thigh ropes then tugged at the knee binding and calf binding. The ropes all over her body acted like a sophisticated neural network, amplifying, transmitting, and feeding back her every subtle movement. Now, even her breathing caused slight adjustments in the ropes all over her body—as she inhaled, her chest expanded, tightening the chest binding; as she exhaled, her abdomen contracted, causing friction with the abdominal net; with every heartbeat, she could feel the changes in rope tension. The impact of the fall instantly tightened every binding rope, each strand digging deep into her flesh. The gag in her mouth slammed against her throat, nearly making her gag; the nipple clamps on her breasts jiggled violently with the jolt, their bells clanging madly. The vibrator in her pussy was driven deep into her core by the impact, sending waves of intense stimulation through her. The fuzz on the soles of her feet activated fully the moment she landed, a fierce itch shooting from her soles straight to her brain. She lay limp on the grass, completely bound by the "immortal binding ropes," unable to move. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling her body and illuminating the form utterly consumed by the black cords. The bindings around her neck had tightened to their absolute limit from the fall. The collar pressed flush against her throat, the rope wound around it biting deeply into her skin, almost cutting off her breath. Frost Xuan Fairy gasped for air, each inhale a painful hiss. The fragments of the demon-binding stone on her collar pressed against her carotid artery, and she could clearly feel the weakening sensation as her immortal power was continuously siphoned away. The rope bindings on her chest had shifted during the impact. Three horizontal ropes—beneath the breasts, across the center, and slightly above—bit deeper. The lowest rope was almost slicing into the base of her breasts, lifting them to their extreme limit; the central rope was deeply embedded in her cleavage, clearly separating her breasts; the upper rope pressed tightly just below the peaks of her breasts, overlapping with the base of the nipple clamps. Her breasts bulged high between the rope loops, the rope marks a deep crimson against her snow-white skin. The clamping force of the nipple clamps had automatically intensified to its maximum setting during the impact. The beaks of the white jade phoenixes dug deeply into her swollen nipples, the continuous electric current causing her soft breast flesh to spasm. The rope net around her waist and abdomen was the cruelest part of the entire binding system. The thinnest waist rope was almost strangling her slender waist, the deep indentations forming a shocking ring of depression on her skin. The crisscrossing rope net on her abdomen densely covered her lower belly, each intersection of rope pressing tightly against her skin, creating a subtle friction with her rapid breaths. She could feel the ropes digging deep into her soft abdomen, the pressure making every breath an arduous task. The crotch rope had shifted slightly in its position between her buttocks due to the fall. That thin rope, threaded through her butt crack, now sank deeper into the narrow area between her perineum and her rear. The damp rope clung stickily to her most sensitive parts, and she could clearly feel its presence—every breath, every tremor caused by stimulation, made the crotch rope produce a tiny friction. Even more shamefully, she could feel her own bodily fluids—a mixture of sweat, nectar, and possibly urine—slowly trickling down along the crotch rope, soaking the grass beneath her. The tight bindings on her upper and lower arms had dug deeper during the fall. From shoulder to wrist, the black ropes were wound tightly: on her upper arms, each loop sank deep into her full flesh, the skin between the loops turning slightly purple from the pressure; on her forearms, the loops were wound in parallel, starting three inches below her elbow and extending to her wrist, the ropes densely encasing her slender forearms and digging deeply into her skin. Her hands were bound behind her back, the wrist bindings securing her wrists together tightly, the knot locked, her fingertips cold and numb from poor circulation. The spiral bindings on her thighs formed the base of her lower body restraints. Starting from her upper thighs, her legs were wound fifteen times in a spiral, extending diagonally downwards at a forty-five-degree angle to three inches above her knees. Each rope sank deep into her flesh, her soft thigh meat spilling out from the sides of the rope loops, forming alluring bulges. The ropes at her knees completely immobilized her kneecaps, restricting the angle of her knee joint's flexion. The tight bindings on her calves began below her knees, using a parallel wrapping method, the ropes tightly packed, completely encasing her slender calves. At her ankles, ten ankle bindings secured her feet together tightly, the ropes digging deeply into her bones, causing a constant dull ache. Frost Xuan Fairy lay on the grass, her entire body tightly bound by black ropes, like a meticulously restrained offering. Sunlight dappled her skin, illuminating the deep crimson marks left by the ropes and the rope segments that glistened with her bodily fluids. She could hear sounds in the distance—voices, footsteps, and… the rumble of wheels. Fear seized her instantly. If someone saw her… if someone saw her like this… Frost Xuan Fairy struggled to rise, but the bindings all over her body made it impossible to even roll over. She could only writhe on the ground, trying to roll into the nearby bushes to hide. This movement triggered a chain reaction throughout her entire binding system.

"My apologies," the youth on the left said, reaching for Fairy Shuangxuan's left arm. The instant his palm brushed against the tightly bound arm beneath the cloak— "Mmmph—!!!" Fairy Shuangxuan's entire body convulsed, and a stifled whimper escaped her lips, suppressed to the absolute limit. The youth froze. His hand, through the rough fabric of the cloak, felt not a normal arm—but an arm tightly wrapped, coil after coil, deeply embedded into the flesh. He could even feel the texture of the ropes beneath the cloth, and… the arm's instantaneous tensing and slight trembling in response to his touch. The sensation was unnaturally soft, yet incredibly taut. Like warm, jade-like skin encased within rigid ropes. The villager on the right had also seized Fairy Shuangxuan's right arm. The same sensation transmitted—fifteen diagonal spiral wraps around the upper arm, each coil deeply sunk into the plump muscle, the soft flesh between the coils quivering under his palm; twenty parallel tight wraps on the forearm, the ropes clinging to the slender bones as if to snap the limb. They held Fairy Shuangxuan, one on each side. This posture agitated the entire binding system. The ropes around her neck tightened as her body was pulled, making Fairy Shuangxuan gasp for air, her vision darkening. The bindings on her chest reacted violently beneath the cloak—the lowest coil, cinching the underside of her breasts, pulled upwards as her arms were raised, lifting her breasts higher; the coil in the center, deeply embedded in her cleavage, sank further into the tender breast flesh with the expansion of her chest; the coil at the top, pressing against the peaks of her breasts, overlapped with the base of the nipple clamps, now chafing her engorged nipples with the tremors of her body. The silver bells on the nipple clamps rang frantically, "Jingle, jingle!" their clear chimes piercing through the cloak, unnervingly distinct in the silent square. The villagers below exchanged bewildered glances. "What's that sound?" "Is that… bells?" "Is this person wearing bells?" The mage frowned as well. And Fairy Shuangxuan, at this moment, was enduring inhuman torment. With the two villagers holding her arms, this position placed immense pressure on her arms bound behind her back. The wrist bindings held her wrists together tightly, the ropes digging into her skin, her fingertips numb and cold. The spiral wraps on her upper arms sank deeper into her muscles due to the external force, and she could feel the stinging pain of restricted blood flow. The waist rope, at the narrowest point of her abdomen, was almost strangling her slender waist, now even more taut from the stretching of her body; the crisscrossing net of ropes on her abdomen covered her lower belly densely, each intersection of rope pressing against her skin, creating friction with her ragged breaths. Most agonizing were the thigh ropes. The thin rope that passed through her buttocks, already moist and sticky, now, with her body lifted and legs forced slightly apart, sank deeper into the narrow space between her perineum and her rear. She could clearly feel the rope's presence—it pressed against her most sensitive areas, sliding minutely with her body's tremors. That sticky, frictional sensation drove her to the brink of collapse; she could feel her own fluids continuously welling up, flowing down her inner thighs, soaking the hem of her cloak and the white stockings beneath. "Mmm… mmmph…" Fairy Shuangxuan bit down hard on the aphrodisiac gag in her mouth, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. The aphrodisiac continued to release its effects, maintaining her body's extreme state of sensitivity. The foreign object in her mouth filled her oral cavity, its protrusion rubbing against her palate and tongue, making even swallowing difficult. "Mage, this person…" the youth on the left began hesitantly, feeling the violent trembling of the arm beneath his palm, "seems… not quite right…"

She practically shuffled out of the main hall. Every step was like sinking into thick, viscous mud. The ten rings binding her ankles chafed against her bones with each movement, the dull ache transforming into a prolonged torment; the spiral bindings on her thighs restricted her stride, forcing her to "drag" forward inch by agonizing inch. The tight bindings on her calves rendered her muscles stiff as stone, requiring immense willpower to lift each foot. The downy fur inside her high-heeled cloud boots writhed, a fine, piercing itch that never ceased, compelling her to constantly tiptoe, her calf muscles spasming from the prolonged tension. Even more deadly was what was happening inside her. The vibrator in her flower hole seemed to sense the increasing privacy of her surroundings, its vibration pattern becoming more insidious. It was no longer content with a continuous hum, but began to incorporate short, intense pulses, each one precisely striking that most sensitive spot, delivering sudden, leg-weakening jolts. The rope harness, with her labored shuffling, continuously slid and rubbed between her slick, wet buttocks, a sensation that was a constant companion, a blend of extreme shame and physiological pleasure. The restraints on her chest constantly shifted their pressure points with the jolts of her movement. The three horizontal ropes, especially the one tightening at the base of her breasts and the lowest one, dug deeply into her soft flesh with every sway of her body. The rough rope surface chafed her delicate skin, bringing a fiery pain that, in turn, intertwined with the low-frequency electrical sting from the nipple clamps, creating an indescribable composite stimulation. The tiny silver bells, with her suppressed tremors, emitted a continuous, delicate "ding-a-ling." Though distorted by illusion magic into the clear chime of immortal ornaments, each sound struck her taut nerves like a hammer blow. The rope net around her waist and abdomen was the central hub of the entire restraint system, faithfully translating every painful movement into deeper pressure. The thin waist rope seemed on the verge of snapping her slender waist, her breathing becoming short and labored; the crisscrossing net on her abdomen, with each rise and fall of her breath, continuously abraded the sensitive skin of her lower belly. The collar and ropes around her neck were a sword hanging over her head. The magic-suppressing stone felt cold against her carotid artery. She could clearly feel that as the villagers' awe at the banquet continued, threads of faith, slightly more potent than before, were flowing across the void into her immortal essence. This should have been a life-saving elixir, but the moment it appeared, it was greedily devoured by the collar, ropes, and all the magical artifacts on her body! Their absorption efficiency seemed higher than before, the dim purple light, the subtle pulsations on the surface of the ropes, the faint "sated" tremors emanating from within the artifacts... all testified that they were growing stronger, greedily sucking at every bit of her hard-won recovering power, using it as nourishment to brew some terrifying change. The illusionary barrier, therefore, was on the verge of collapse. Maintaining it required a continuous output of immortal energy, and the rate of recovery was far outpaced by the rate of depletion. Frost Xuan Fairy could feel the illusion wavering, its edges showing extremely subtle distortions that mortals might not notice. She had to concentrate even harder to stabilize it, further exacerbating her mental exhaustion. These mere dozens of steps left her drenched in cold sweat, her face shifting from pale to an unnatural, sickly white, her lips bitten to the point of losing all color. When the mayor finally pushed open the guest room door, said, "May the envoy rest well," and respectfully withdrew, Frost Xuan Fairy practically stumbled into the room, and with the last of her strength, slammed the bolt shut. With a soft "click," the outside world was shut out. It was as if the last bit of her willpower had been drained away. She leaned against the cold door, sliding to the floor. This movement caused the wrists bound behind her back to be pressed against the door, the wrist restraints digging in, the sharp pain eliciting a muffled groan. The impact of her buttocks hitting the floor caused the rope harness to dig violently into the deepest part of her cleft, a powerful, electric current shooting up her spine, making her body tremble uncontrollably. She threw her head back, letting out a broken gasp that she could no longer suppress. "Haa... uh..." Her sweat instantly soaked through her undergarments. The tattered cloak had already been brushed off her back upon entering the room, now piled at her feet. Without that crude covering, the intricate, cruel, and omnipresent black restraints, along with the artifacts shimmering with an ominous light, were fully exposed in the dim candlelight. The neck collar was jet black, tightly encircling her swan-like, slender neck, which was now covered in red marks. The magic-suppressing stone pulsed with a dim light, like the eye of a lurking demon. Ropes extended from the back of her neck, connecting to a complex diamond-shaped net behind her, then splitting into several strands that firmly controlled her upper body. On her chest, black ropes divided, lifted, and squeezed her snow-white breasts, the ligature marks a deep red, almost purple. The white jade nipple clamps were deeply embedded in her swollen, erect nipples. The silver bells at their ends, with her violent gasps and tremors, emitted a chaotic and rapid "ling-ling" sound, no longer resembling immortal music. The stinging sensation of the electricity had clearly intensified, no longer a subtle tingle but a distinct, burning stimulation that pulsed through her nerves. Her waist was cinched so tightly it seemed it would snap at any moment. The rope net on her abdomen was dense, casting crisscrossing shadows in the candlelight. The spiral and parallel bindings on her arms left deep indentations on her skin, her arms slightly purplish from poor blood circulation. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her, her fingertips cold and numb. The spiral bindings on her thighs were slightly loosened by her seated position, but the marks remained ferocious. Her calves were tightly bound, her ankles firmly secured. The white high-heeled cloud boots were still on her feet, but the edges of the boots were now stained and discolored by sweat. Most terrifying was the soles of her feet—even though her heels weren't fully on the ground, the slight pressure from her sitting position was enough to "awaken" the fur inside the boots, causing it to writhe and scratch madly and erratically. That itch! It was more intricate, more insidious than before, as if it weren't fur, but countless tiny insects and ants, crawling and gnawing along every line of her soles! "Mmm..." Frost Xuan Fairy curled up in pain, but this movement immediately pulled at the restraints all over her body. The ropes tightened, increasing the pressure. She had to force herself to relax, slumping onto the floor, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently, her breasts, constricted by the ropes, rippling in seductive, painful waves. She closed her eyes, attempting to look inward, to examine the condition of the artifacts. Her immortal energy was depleted, her divine sense weak, but she still managed to sink a sliver of her faint consciousness into her body, close to the "torture devices" that were intimately connected to her skin. The first thing she sensed was the vibrator in her flower hole. It... was indeed different. The core immortal energy circuit had become more complex and brighter, emitting an aura of "satiation" and "activity" as it operated. It was no longer merely vibrating passively; Frost Xuan Fairy could vaguely sense that it seemed to be engaging in some kind of "interaction" with her body's reactions—the more she trembled and contracted from the stimulation, the more precise and insidious the vibration pattern it returned, as if it were... learning, evolving! At this moment, it was operating in a mode of slow rotation interspersed with intense pulses, each strong pulse causing her flower hole to spasm, her nectar to uncontrollably gush out, dripping onto the floor along her already soaked inner thighs and white stockings, making faint "drip, drip" sounds.

With every jolt of the carriage over the uneven road, her body involuntarily trembled. These tremors pulled at the ropes binding her: The collar and rope around her neck chafed her throat with each sway, bringing a subtle yet persistent ache and a sense of suffocation. The bindings on her chest rubbed and squeezed her flesh as the carriage bumped along. The electric current from the nipple clamps seemed to fluctuate subtly in intensity with the jolts, sending waves of an indescribable itchy, tingling sensation. The tiny silver bells attached to the ends of the nipple clamps, in the relatively enclosed carriage, produced a faint, rhythmic "ding, ding" sound that, despite the illusion's best efforts to distort it, Chen Wenyuan could faintly hear at close range. He glanced at Fairy Shuangxuan, who remained seated with her eyes closed, showing no obvious adornments. He dismissed it as a metal ring on the carriage or his own mishearing. The rope net around her waist and abdomen bore the repeated impact of her upper body's weight during the jolts. The ropes dug deeply into the soft flesh of her lower belly, causing a continuous dull ache and an intense feeling of restraint. The thin waist rope felt as if it were digging into her bones. The most unbearable, however, was the combined effect of the thong and the vibrator. Each lurch of the carriage was like an invisible hand pressing down on her buttocks, repeatedly grinding and sliding the slick, thin rope against her most sensitive areas. And the vibrator within her flower, as if relishing this bumpy environment, became more active in its vibration pattern. Sometimes it resonated with the rhythm of the jolts, and at other times, in the brief lulls between bumps, it would suddenly perform a deep, rotating thrust, catching her off guard. Her flower contracted in waves, and her nectar seeped out uncontrollably. Her hands, resting on her knees (appearing naturally clasped under the illusion, but in reality, her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, this being merely a phantom), had fingertips white from clenching. Fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and the tip of her nose, slowly trickling down her pale cheeks. Though she tried her best to maintain steady breathing, a careful listener could detect a subtle, almost imperceptible irregularity and tremor. Chen Wenyuan, seated opposite her, took in all these subtle anomalies. The young woman's beauty was undeniable, but her excessive pallor, her refusal to lean back against the seat, her unnaturally stiff posture, her body taut as a drawn bow, the faint, suppressed tremors, her occasionally erratic breathing, the cold sweat beading on her forehead, and the faint, barely audible sounds of suppressed pain… all of this could not be explained by mere fatigue from a long journey. Having traveled extensively as a merchant, he was well-traveled and observant. He could tell that despite her simple and worn clothing, her demeanor was far from that of an ordinary village girl. There was an indescribable aloofness and coolness about her. Even in her current state of weakness, when her eyes occasionally swept over him, they held an unconscious, condescending scrutiny. This only piqued Chen Wenyuan's curiosity and desire to investigate. He was no lecher, merely finding this chance encounter with the woman mysterious and unique, perhaps harboring some unspoken difficulty. "Is the young lady from Luoxia Town?" Chen Wenyuan attempted small talk, breaking the somewhat stagnant atmosphere in the carriage. Fairy Shuangxuan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze a little unfocused, clearly requiring great effort to concentrate. "...Just passing through," she replied curtly, unwilling to say more. "I, Chen, am also heading to Luoxia Town for some medicinal herb business. Seeing your complexion, it seems you are suffering from a deficiency of qi and blood. If you trust me, I can introduce you to a reputable old physician in town..." "No need," Fairy Shuangxuan refused curtly again, her tone even carrying a hint of impatience. Her entire focus was on resisting her body's reactions, leaving her with no energy for such meaningless pleasantries. "I have my own arrangements." Chen Wenyuan met a soft rebuff but was not annoyed. Instead, he found the girl's cold demeanor even more striking. He noticed that whenever the carriage jolted more severely, her body would stiffen sharply for a moment, followed by a slight tremor, her lips pressed tightly together as if enduring immense pain. Once, when passing over a particularly deep rut, the carriage lurched violently. She seemed unable to hold back any longer, and a very soft, suppressed groan escaped her throat: "Mmm..." The sound was brief, carrying a hint of suppressed pain and a trace of... an unusual softness? Chen Wenyuan's doubts grew. This reaction didn't seem like pure illness. It was more like... He suddenly recalled hearing that some people with hidden ailments or who had suffered special injuries could be extremely sensitive to bumps and touches, even experiencing intense pain or discomfort. Could this young lady be injured? Or suffering from some strange condition? He couldn't help but observe her more closely. His gaze swept over her body, wrapped in her cloak, and he suddenly noticed that beneath her "hands" clasped on her knees, the fabric of the cloak seemed to have some unnatural folds and tightness. Especially around her shoulders, back, and waist, the outline of the cloak appeared unusually straight and stiff, completely unlike the soft lines of a tired woman in a relaxed state. Moreover, she seemed to have barely moved her arms since boarding the carriage, maintaining the same posture. A bold conjecture formed in Chen Wenyuan's mind: was she perhaps... bound with something? Like bandages? Splints? Or... some kind of restrictive garment? This thought startled him. If that were the case, then her various strange behaviors – her stiff movements, her refusal of touch, her extreme reactions to jolts, her abnormal posture – all seemed to be explained.

The objective: a Kikkō-tsuna, or tortoise-shell binding. An extremely classic rope art, designed to maximally restrain the upper body, accentuate curves, and induce continuous pressure and shame. First, the neck reinforcement. The several turns of rope originally wrapped around and deeply embedded in the collar began to be rewoven. They did not loosen but, from their existing positions, cleverly split into finer strands, forming a more stable, harder-to-escape rhomboid structure around the collar. It was like a black neck brace, fixing her head at a slightly tilted-up angle, making the pressure on her trachea more distinct and persistent. The fragments of the magic-sealing stone, at the center of the rhomboid structure, pulsed with a dim light, like the cold eyes of this black "neck brace," greedily siphoning every trace of newly generated immortal power. Next, the transformation unfolded from top to bottom. The rhomboid net on her back, originally the foundation of the restraint system, now began to grow and spread wildly. The central knot pulsed like a heart, sending out more, finer strands that crisscrossed, weaving an extremely dense, grid-like structure on her back, scapulae, and along her spine, like a custom-made black carapace. Each strand adhered tightly to the beautiful curves of her back, digging deeply into her skin, creating a sense of complete envelopment and immobility. Then, these ropes extending from her back, like a spider spinning silk, precisely targeted various parts of her body. The spiral binding on her upper arms was readjusted. New strands were added, no longer simple diagonal spirals but connected to the ropes extending from her back, forming a more three-dimensional restraint. Each of the fifteen turns of the spiral binding was pierced and secured by new horizontal strands, locking her upper arms tightly from all angles. The beautiful flesh of her upper arms, cut by the rope net, appeared sharply defined, with snow-white skin spilling from the black grid, possessing a beauty akin to that of abuse. The sensation of restricted blood flow intensified, and her arms began to go numb. The parallel dense binding on her forearms was also reinforced. From three inches below the elbow to her wrists, twenty tightly spaced ropes were strung together by more vertical strands, forming an impenetrable black "sleeve." The slender bones and muscles of her forearms were completely immobilized, almost losing any possibility of independent movement. The cold numbness of her fingers spread to her entire palms. The binding on her chest was the focal point of the Kikkō-tsuna and the area undergoing the most dramatic changes. The original three turns of rope had not disappeared but instead became the framework for the new structure. Ropes extending from the rhomboid net on her back, like threads in the hands of the most demanding artisan, began to weave upon this framework. First, a vertical rope emerged from the knot at the nape of her neck, descending precisely through the hollow at the center of her collarbone, tracing a path down the deep cleavage between her breasts, and continuing down to connect with the rope net on her waist and abdomen. This rope acted as a central axis, clearly dividing her upper body into left and right halves. Next, more vertical strands branched out from either side of this central axis, wrapping radially around her breasts. They did not simply encircle her body but were threaded with an extremely intricate technique: each vertical strand would intersect and weave with the three horizontal ropes above, below, and to the sides of her breasts, forming tiny knots that dug tightly into the flesh. Soon, her breasts were completely enveloped by this black rope net. The net was not flat but three-dimensional, clinging tightly to the rounded shape of her breasts, dividing them into small sections. The most cruel treatment was reserved for her nipples: the original nipple clamps were fully incorporated into the rope net. The vertical and horizontal ropes cleverly bypassed the bases of the clamps and the silver bells on the phoenix tails, not only failing to impede their function but securing them even more firmly and applying additional pressure from all directions. At this moment, her breasts were lifted high and squeezed together by the Kikkō-tsuna. The flesh bulged from the dense grid, presenting a stunning arc that seemed on the verge of bursting the ropes. The nipple clamps were deeply embedded in the swollen tips of her nipples. Under the pressure of the rope net, the stinging sensation of the electric current and the crushing force of the clamps were amplified severalfold. Every heartbeat, every breath deepened by stimulation, caused the rope net to tighten, squeezing her breasts more intensely, and synchronously intensifying the stimulation from the clamps. The silver bells at the ends, fixed in specific positions by the rope net, emitted "dingling" sounds with her body's tremors. These sounds were clearer than before but also more regular and... shamefully so, due to their fixed positions. Her waist was the crucial point of tightening for the Kikkō-tsuna. The already astonishingly thin waist rope, now perfectly connected to the ropes extending from her back and the net on her chest, became the convergence point for the entire upper body restraint. It dug deeply, deeply into her soft waist, almost severing her body in half, making the contrast between the fullness of her upper body and the curves of her lower body even more breathtaking. The crisscrossing net on her abdomen also became more complex and dense, covering the entire area from the lower edge of her ribs to her lower belly. Each rope lay flat against her skin, constantly rubbing and pressing as her abdomen heaved with tension and stimulation. She could even feel the tight grid formed by the ropes above her groin, a sensation that brought not just restraint but an indescribable shame, a mixture of pain and peculiar stimulation. Her arms were fully integrated into the Kikkō-tsuna system. Her wrists, bound behind her back, were further secured on top of the wrist bindings by more ropes extending from her back and waist, locking them in a position where leverage was difficult. Her elbows were tightly bound by ropes, merging with the net on her back. At this moment, her arms were like a pair of meticulously folded and bound wings, completely devoid of any possibility of escape or aiding balance. With the completion of the Kikkō-tsuna on her upper body, Fairy Shuangxuan felt like a work of art, or perhaps... a sacrifice, completely wrapped and packaged from head to toe, front to back, in black silk threads. Every inch of her skin felt the meticulous, suffocating embrace of the rope net. But it was not over yet. The ropes of the Kikkō-tsuna naturally extended downwards, connecting and integrating with the existing restraint system of her lower body. The position of the crotch rope was readjusted. A rope extending from the lowest point of the rhomboid net on her back, after connecting with the tightening point at her waist, did not stop. Instead, it continued downwards, precisely threading through the deepest part of her buttock cleft, and converging with the rope net at the front, below her lower abdomen, forming a perfect closed loop that securely locked her front and back. This reinforced crotch rope was thicker than before and dug deeper. The slippery, sticky sensation remained, but due to the dual pulling force from her back and abdomen, its presence and the stimulation from friction increased geometrically. It no longer merely slid; every tremor of her body or fluctuation of her breath would pull on the ropes behind her, and in turn, tug on this crotch rope, creating a more intense composite stimulation in her most sensitive area, a blend of pulling and grinding. The spiral binding on her thighs combined with the ropes extending from the Kikkō-tsuna, forming a more stable support and restraint. The dense binding on her calves and the bindings on her ankles served as the endpoints of the entire restraint system, firmly holding her legs together and immobile. The mechanisms within the high-heeled cloud boots seemed to sense the upgrade in the "master's" bindings. The wriggling of the fur on the soles became more regular, as if coordinating with some rhythm, sending waves of disturbance to her soles, arches, and even between her toes. And the vibrator inside her body, at the moment the Kikkō-tsuna was completed, seemed to receive its final command and entered an unprecedented state of frenzy. It no longer had any "dormant" or "probing" phases. High-frequency vibrations, powerful rotations, deep thrusting impacts, the emptiness brought by intermittent pauses followed by even more intense stimulation... various modes combined and erupted in a pattern that was both completely irregular and incredibly precise. Each eruption coincided precisely with the tightening of a rope binding on her body, the tugging of the crotch rope, or the increase in current to the nipple clamps, creating an all-encompassing, inescapable sensory bombardment. "Ugh... Ah... Haaah..." Fairy Shuangxuan could no longer suppress it. Broken moans escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her body, under the absolute restraint of the Kikkō-tsuna, could only react in extremely limited ways: Her neck arched back, held fast by the black neck brace; her waist attempted to arch from the impact of pleasure but was tightly constricted by the waist net, only managing to tremble futilely; her bound and folded arms struggled helplessly behind her back, only to be met with deeper embedding of the ropes and sharp stabs of pain at her wrists.

The carriage jolted again, and for Fairy Shuangxuan, the ordeal within entered a new phase. The tightness of the Kikkō-tsunagi, or tortoise-shell binding, prevented her from losing balance as easily as before. However, the vibrations from the jolts now transmitted more directly and intensely through the ropes and her body to every constricted sensitive point. Each jolt felt like a hammer striking her body, stretched taut by the ropes, triggering a chain reaction of tremors and friction. The neck brace pressed against her windpipe with each sway; the chest ropes cinched her breasts, making them heave with the jolts; the waist ropes dug deep into her lower abdomen; the thigh ropes were pulled and ground against her flesh; and the vibrator, amplified by the shaking, intensified its assault. "Ah... uhm... slow... slow down..." she moaned unconsciously, no longer distinguishing whether she was pleading with the merciless artifact or complaining about the carriage's motion. Her body, subjected to continuous, high-intensity stimulation, was repeatedly pushed to the brink of orgasm, only to struggle back from complete collapse, held captive by the ropes and the fragmented remnants of her will. Sweat had long since drenched her. The black Kikkō-tsunagi ropes clung damply to her reddened skin, outlining breathtaking curves and rope marks. The wetness on the seat spread, and a sweet, cloying scent filled the carriage. Her consciousness grew hazy, leaving only her body's instinctive reactions to the endless stimulation, adrift and submerged within the confines of her bondage. The carriage continued its unhurried journey towards Luoxia Town. On the carriage shaft, Chen Wenyuan's expression was calm as he gazed ahead. Yet, his ears could not entirely block out the faint, continuous, and beautiful yet agonizing sounds emanating from the carriage behind him. He knew some questions might never be answered, and this unexpected shared journey was destined to become an unspeakable, secret chapter in the depths of his memory. Inside the carriage, Fairy Shuangxuan, utterly conquered by the Kikkō-tsunagi, was sinking alone into an unknown, extreme sensory storm, driven by the pleasurable torment of the artifact and the escalating jolts of the carriage. Only the black ropes, which seemed to possess a life of their own, absorbing her strength, shimmered with an ominous, alluring glow in the dim light. After an unknown duration, the carriage finally came to a slow halt with a violent jolt. Fairy Shuangxuan curled up on the soft cushion in the corner of the carriage, her body's trembling gradually subsiding, leaving only a subtle, uncontrollable shiver from the excessive stimulation. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused. The dim carriage light reflected in them, and it took a while for her vision to clear. —Finally... it's over. This release had been exceptionally violent and prolonged, almost shattering the last vestiges of her consciousness. The vibrator deep within her body had fallen silent after several intense climaxes, leaving only a faint, residual hum, a reminder of her recent descent. The intense itching on the soles of her feet had lessened with the limpness of her body, but it still clung to her like a persistent parasite. She panted weakly, each breath seeming to be painfully squeezed from her constricted lungs. The marks from the neck brace were clearly visible on her neck, the skin beneath a deep purple, forming a cruel contrast with her collarbones, which rose and fell slightly beneath the collar. Her dark hair was soaked with sweat, clinging damply to the sides of her pale, flushed cheeks. A few strands even stuck to her slightly parted lips, gently fluttering with her shallow breaths. Her face—even in its current disheveled state—was still breathtakingly beautiful. A flush spread from her cheekbones to her earlobes, like jade stained by the sunset. Unwiped tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, her long lashes damp, trembling slightly with her eyelids, adding a fragile, alluring brokenness. Sweat trickled down her jawline, pooling at the tip of her delicate chin, then falling, drop by drop, silently. Some landed on the taut, bulging skin of her chest, while others slid down her neck and disappeared into the depths of her clothing. She lowered her gaze slightly, looking down at herself. On her chest, the black ropes of the Kikkō-tsunagi were like an unholy tattoo, densely wrapping her heaving snow-white breasts. The rope marks crisscrossed, the indentations red and swollen. The flesh spilling from between the meshes glistened with sweat, while the pair of white jade nipple clamps bit tightly onto her already hardened and swollen nipples. The silver bells at the ends occasionally emitted a faint "ding" with the rise and fall of her breath, a sound both crisp and lewd. Her gaze moved lower. Her waist was cinched so slenderly by the ropes it seemed on the verge of breaking. The abdominal mesh was even deeper due to the violent spasms she had just experienced, and shallow indentations from the ropes were visible on the skin of her lower belly. The area between her legs was a scene of utter disarray. The moisture that had spread from her inner thighs had not only soaked through her undergarments but had also created a dark, distinct wet patch on the cushion beneath her. A sweet, ambiguous scent permeated the air. And from the corners of her mouth, strands of clear fluid still slowly seeped out, tracing a path along her jaw, her neck, and over her collarbones, finally dripping into the interwoven grooves of the chest ropes. Mixed with sweat, they left glistening trails on her skin. Fairy Shuangxuan closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to awaken from the unbearable afterglow. I cannot continue like this. She gritted her teeth—though her lower lip was already bitten through, tasting the faint tang of blood—and began to attempt to mobilize the meager, almost depleted immortal power within her. It was slow, and it was difficult.

Inside her body, the throbbing of the Immortal Binding Rope grew more intense, as if a slumbering beast was slowly awakening. The magical patterns on the rope's surface, once a mere dark purple, now pulsed with an eerie, almost blood-like crimson glow. The demon-binding stone on the collar no longer emitted a faint light but flickered rhythmically, like a heartbeat. Each pulse sent a stronger suction, ruthlessly draining the immortal energy she had just expended subduing the magistrate, and which had been subtly replenished by the desperate faith of Qing Shi City! The net on her chest was visibly adjusting, not loosening, but undergoing a more precise "reconfiguration." The vertical ropes tightened deeper into her cleavage, almost embedding themselves into her sternum. The horizontal ropes began to split into finer strands, weaving a more intricate, denser secondary grid upon the original mesh. It was like a custom-made, black iron shackle with an openwork pattern, designed specifically for her breasts. Squeezed by the shifting rope net, the electric current from the nipple clamps intensified, taking on a high-frequency vibration. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain, and the silver bells at their ends tinkled uncontrollably, a rapid, fragmented chime. Despite the illusionary concealment, the source of the sound… seemed impossible to fully mask. A distinct "tightening" sensation emanated from her waist and abdomen. The thin waist rope seemed to gain a life of its own, slowly and firmly rotating inwards. Each knot of the crisscrossing abdominal net bulged slightly and grew warm, like activated runes. The crotch rope sent waves of a bizarre, tugging and adjusting sensation, as if an invisible hand were at play. The slick rope writhed slowly deep within her perineum, searching for more insidious, deeper angles. The spiral bindings on her thighs, the tight wraps on her calves, the restraints on her ankles… all the ropes pulsed in unison, emitting a low hum like a swarm of agitated bees. This hum wasn't a sound, but a vibration that directly affected her nerves and marrow, causing her muscles to twitch uncontrollably. Even more unsettling was the vibrator inside her. It seemed to have received some kind of "summoning," shifting from a wild, chaotic oscillation to a rhythmic, low hum, as if "charging up," and slowly moving towards a deeper, more sensitive location… She had to get to the secret chamber immediately! Before the Immortal Binding Rope completed its "re-binding" and her body completely lost control due to this drastic change! "Lead the way," she gritted out, her voice trembling violently. "M-My Lady, please follow me," the magistrate stammered, leading the way with trepidation. Two yamen runners followed, their eyes repeatedly darting towards the "immortal" behind them, whose posture was utterly bizarre. From the back hall to the storeroom, a mere twenty to thirty steps, felt like traversing a mountain of knives and a sea of fire for Fairy Shuang Xuan at this moment. Her gait had completely faltered. It was no longer the stiff but still balanced "shuffling" from before, but had devolved into an extremely strange, even terrifying posture. Her legs were still bound tightly together, the ten coils around her ankles making it almost impossible to separate her feet. However, the Immortal Binding Rope seemed to be preparing for the "re-binding," and the restraints on her ankles pulsed with alternating tightness and looseness. This made it impossible for her to predict the support beneath her feet when she stepped! And so, the onlookers witnessed this scene: The "immortal," draped in a tattered black cloak, no longer simply stumbled but… Her left foot was dragged forward with extreme slowness. Just as her sole was about to touch the ground, the rope around her ankle suddenly tightened. Her body lurched violently to the left, forcing her left toes to lift, with only the tip of her boot making minimal contact with the ground. Her entire weight instantly pressed down on that single point. The plush lining inside her high-heeled boots, sensing the pressure change, writhed intensely, causing her body to tremble violently. A faint, broken groan escaped her throat: "Mmm…!" Then, to maintain balance, her right leg (also bound) had to push off awkwardly backwards, attempting to support her. But the movement of her right leg pulled on all the restraints from thigh to ankle. The spiral binding on her thigh tightened, causing agonizing muscle pain; the tight wrap on her calf restricted her power; The ankle bindings forced her right heel to make the only contact with the ground. This push, instead of steadying her, sent her stumbling forward! The rope net on her chest swayed violently with her forward lurch, her breasts being brutally tossed and squeezed, the electric current from the nipple clamps intensifying sharply. The abdominal restraints tightened, bringing on a sense of suffocation. The crotch rope was violently yanked, delivering a powerful stimulus that made her vision black out! "Haa—!" She could no longer hold back, letting out a short, sharp gasp. Her body arched forward, only to be pulled back by the restraints binding her arms behind her back, forming an extremely contorted posture, as if her throat were being choked by an invisible hand while her arms were being pulled backward. The hood of her cloak slipped back significantly during her violent movements, revealing her face. Everyone who saw it—the magistrate, the yamen runners, even the few surviving clerks peeking from a distance—drew in a sharp breath and froze, stunned! What a face it was! Still breathtakingly beautiful, but with a beauty that was terrifying, a beauty that… chilled the very soul! Her skin, pale as paper, was now covered in an abnormal, drunken flush, spreading from her cheekbones to the roots of her ears, her neck, and even down to her collarbones, hidden by the cloak.

The nipples were forced into an extremely erect, tense state, the electric sting of the currents amplified tenfold by the tension! The restraint of the arms was another essence of the "Gote-Bari" (Master's Restraint). The spiral binding of the upper arms and the parallel tight binding of the forearms had completely vanished. In their place was an extremely classic and cruel "Ushiro-Te-Bari" (Rear-Hand Restraint). Ropes, originating from a central diamond knot at the back, converged with "shoulder strap" ropes that passed under the armpits. They first wrapped several times around the mid-section of her upper arms, forming a secure "anchor point." Then, the ropes descended, using an "8" pattern to tightly bind her forearms together near the elbows, forcing the elbows to bend at a fixed angle. Next, the ropes continued downward, binding her wrists together in a "cross-bind" with the backs of her hands facing each other. The backs of her hands were pressed together, wrists crossed, the ropes repeatedly wrapped and knotted around the wrists, ensuring her hands were incapable of any gripping or twisting motion. Finally, the ropes binding the wrists were pulled upward, connected and secured to the "anchor point" on the upper arms at the back. Thus, her arms were forcibly bent backward behind her, forearms folded, wrists held high. Her entire upper body was consequently forced to arch forward, head held high, presenting a vulnerable and alluring posture, like a lamb to the slaughter or a bird poised for flight. The waist restraint was relatively "simplified," but more lethal. The previously complex crisscrossing rope net receded, leaving only a single, extremely thin "waist rope" that seemed to contain infinite tensile strength. It dug deeply, so deeply, into her soft waist, almost as if it were to sever her body in two. This waist rope was perfectly connected to the vertical ropes at her back and the diamond weave at her chest, becoming the convergence point and power hub of the entire "Gote-Bari" system. The perineal rope remained, but its form had changed. It no longer simply passed through the cleft of her buttocks; after connecting to the rope system at her back, a small section branched off to wrap around the waist rope. Another section descended, connecting to the mesh restraint at the root of her thighs. This transformed the perineal rope into a "tension band," connecting the upper and lower body, transmitting and amplifying the stimulation to her most sensitive areas with any movement of her upper or lower body. As the final knot was silently secured at the center of her back, Fairy Shuangxuan's entire body jolted, as if an invisible current had coursed through her. "Gote-Bari," complete! Unlike the "Kikko-Bari" (Tortoise Shell Restraint) which provided an all-encompassing, airtight, and oppressive enclosure, the "Gote-Bari" brought a more distinct and targeted sense of restraint. Her upper body, especially her chest, back, and arms, was bound to the extreme. The diamond weave at her chest was as exquisite as a work of art, yet as cruel as a torture device. Each rope dug deeply into her breast flesh, outlining the shape of her breasts in a breathtaking manner. The nipple clamps, under multiple tensions, delivered continuous, sharp stings and tingling sensations. The ropes at her back pulled her shoulder blades backward, her arms held high and bound behind her. This posture naturally pushed her chest forward and forced her waist to tighten, forcibly shaping her entire body into an extremely shameful yet alluring arch. Her lower body was restricted by the ankle shackles, limiting her stride and the possibility of spreading her legs. However, the thigh mesh restraint was relatively "loose," allowing some room for muscle movement. Walking... might be slightly more "natural" than the previous complete "zombie steps," but the feeling of her feet being shackled, forcing her to take small steps, and the subtle friction and restraint of the thigh mesh against her skin as she walked, was another form of torment. The vibrator inside her, the electric currents from the nipple clamps, the itching from the cloud boots... all the magical artifact stimulations remained, and seemed to have been "strengthened" or "synchronized and optimized" by the "upgrade" of the Immortal Binding Ropes. Fairy Shuangxuan collapsed in the cold dust, gasping violently, adapting to this new, more complex, and seemingly "more professional" restraint. Sweat flowed like a waterfall, soaking the ropes, permeating the dust beneath her, forming small dark wet patches. Tears blurred her vision, and a sense of humiliation surged like a tide. But amidst the extreme pain and shame, she keenly sensed a subtle difference— The restraint on her feet had lessened. Although wearing ankle shackles, at least her knees could bend slightly, and her feet could make "stepping" motions, rather than purely "dragging." This meant... she could attempt to walk more "normally," at least, to outsiders, she wouldn't look as strange and difficult with every step as if she were enduring torture. This was a small, yet crucially important, change. She struggled, using her arms, bound and held high behind her, to support herself on the ground, inch by inch, attempting to stand. The process was still excruciating. The arm restraint made it difficult to exert force, the rope net and nipple clamps on her chest brought tearing sensations with every movement, the waist rope around her middle made her vision go black, the perineal rope was pulled taut, the vibrator pulsed... But she gritted her teeth, relying on an unyielding tenacity, and the faint support from the immortal power continuously flowing and transforming within her, fueled by the vast faith and desire from Qing Shi City, she finally, unsteadily, stood up. She lowered her head, looking at the black rope-made shackles on her feet. She tried to take a step. Her left foot moved forward, the rope of the shackle stretching taut, emitting a faint friction sound. The stride was still small, still restricted, but... she could indeed "step." Although her posture was still awkward (upper body bound and arched forward, making balance difficult), and every step still tugged at her entire body's restraints, causing stimulation, at least, the efficiency of movement would increase, and the degree of awkwardness in her posture... might be slightly reduced? In the darkness, Fairy Shuangxuan's misty eyes once again ignited with a cold, calculating glint. The bandits of Qing Shi City... the immense demand for faith... This new body bound by the "Gote-Bari"... She slowly raised her head, looking towards the closed storeroom door.

Faith, she needed more, stronger faith. Perhaps the moment the bandit leader was apprehended would bring a surge of faith, enough to sustain her actions. The sensation of physical restraint became clearer and more three-dimensional as she stood longer. Her upper body was a testament to the exquisite cruelty of the "Expert's Bind." The diamond-shaped knot at the center of her back acted as a pivot, evenly distributing the force of eight main ropes. The cord wrapped around her neck, connected to a collar, exerted constant pressure; the ropes that crossed her shoulders and collarbones, then fanned out across her chest, pulled her upper body back slightly, forcing her to arch her chest and lift her head. This posture, while perhaps appearing dignified and even unassailable in normal circumstances, was known only to her as the agonizing reality of her arms being hoisted and bound behind her. The "anchor" ropes mid-bicep dug deep into her muscles, impeding blood flow and causing a dull ache, numbness, and swelling. Her forearms were secured in an "figure-eight" binding, her elbows forced into a fixed angle, her joints beginning to throb. Her wrists were locked tight by a "cross bind," her hands pressed back-to-back, her fingers cold, numb, and almost devoid of sensation. Across her chest, the "diamond weave" of black rope was like the most exquisite torture device, tightly encasing her breasts. Each diamond knot precisely pressed against sensitive areas of her flesh—the base, sides, and beneath the peaks. The ropes dug deep into her pale skin, the flesh spilling from the mesh squeezed full and taut, creating a breathtaking, bound curve. The topmost jade nipple clamps, pulled and secured by multiple ropes, seemed fused to her nipples. The electric sting and constant pinching sensation, mingled with the sharp pain of the ropes biting into her, created waves of complex stimulation that made her scalp tingle. The silver bell at her tail was cleverly secured by the rope net. With any subtle movement of her body—a breath, a slight shift to adjust her stance due to discomfort—it emitted a faint, almost inaudible "ting," yet one she could clearly perceive, like a shameful countdown. Around her waist, the "corset rope" was the most lethal presence. It dug deep, almost cruelly, into her soft midsection, as if to sever her body in two. Connected tightly to the vertical ropes at her back and the diamond weave on her chest, it served as the focal point for the entire restraint system. With every breath, the rise and fall of her abdomen were ruthlessly restricted by this thin rope, creating a suffocating pressure. The skin where the rope dug in burned fiercely, likely already bearing deep purple bruises. Her lower body was encased in a relatively "loose" mesh restraint that wrapped around her thighs, providing a continuous, elastic pressure that limited large leg movements but allowed for minor muscle activity. The diamond knee bindings were intricate and secure. The newly fashioned black rope anklets offered a different experience. They limited the maximum distance her feet could spread (about half a foot), and as she walked, she could feel the ropes straightening and chafing against her ankle bones. It wasn't sharp pain, but a clear, undeniable mark of confinement. The plush lining inside her heeled boots continued its tireless wriggling, and the itching on the soles of her feet had become a constant, background torment. The vibrator within her body, seemingly "optimized" by the "Immortal Binding Rope" upgrade, was now in a low-frequency, stable, yet bone-deep vibration mode, continuously stimulating the most sensitive areas within her yoni, bringing waves of subtle but undeniable tingling and fullness. The crotch rope, acting as a "tension band" connecting her upper and lower body, transmitted and amplified any adjustment in her upper body's posture or slight movement of her lower body, creating a blush-inducing friction and pull in the deepest part of her gluteal cleft. All these sensations—the pain of restraint, the stimulation of the implements, the fatigue of being forced upright—intertwined, like countless tiny needles, continuously pricking her nerves. Sweat, once again, seeped out quietly, dampening her undergarment and making the ropes clinging to her skin even more slick and sticky. The lingering blush on her cheeks, in the dim twilight, took on a sickly, yet inexplicably alluring hue. She had to endure. Before seeing the bandit leader, before accumulating enough faith and recovering enough immortal power, any additional expenditure or loss of composure could lead to the failure of her plan. "Immortal Maiden, the sedan chair is ready," the magistrate's voice sounded again, interrupting her thoughts. A simple, plain blue sedan chair, carried by two gaunt sedan bearers, was parked at the yamen entrance. Frost Xuan Immortal nodded slightly, saying nothing more, and moved towards the sedan chair with small, stiff steps, her gait restricted by the anklets. With each step, the rope of the anklet chafed her ankle, emitting a faint rustling sound. Her upper body, forced to arch and lift her head, appeared strangely contorted, yet carried a peculiar, fragile pride. She bent to enter the sedan chair—an action that was a severe test for her body under the "Expert's Bind." The waist rope tightened abruptly, making her vision black out; the chest rope net pressed against her breasts, intensifying the electric sting from the nipple clamps; the pulled arms, bound behind her, sent sharp pain through her wrists. She let out a muffled groan, forcing down the cry of pain in her throat, and quickly settled herself. The sedan curtain was lowered, obscuring her from external view. The sedan chair began to move, swaying unsteadily, heading towards the bandit lair in the Western Mountains outside the city. The jolting within the sedan chair was a new round of torment for her. Every sway transmitted through the rope net and her body to various sensitive points. But she merely closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and tried to relax her body as much as possible (though "relaxation" was a mere fantasy under such tight bindings), accumulating every bit of strength, every wisp of immortal power. The mountain path was rugged, and the sedan chair bumped violently. After an unknown period, the chair finally stopped.