Urban Legend: The God-Binding Boon

The door was heavier than the others, its panels carved with intricate lotus patterns. Yet, the lotus petals were a disturbing deep crimson, as if saturated with blood. The door wasn't locked, ajar just enough to reveal a sliver of faint light and a faint, heart-stopping sound from within. Lin Yuxin didn't barge in. She pressed herself against the door, holding her breath, peering through the narrow gap. The room was vast, opulently decorated. The walls were adorned with an assortment of whips, ropes, and metal restraints, glinting coldly under the dim, yellowish light. In the center of the room stood a massive, circular bed, draped in deep red silk sheets. And upon that grand bed, a person was bound. It was the popular actress An Ke. She was a far cry from her usual pure and aloof on-screen persona. Her clothes were disheveled, bearing the marks of humiliation. She wore a silk slip dress, originally white, but now it was roughly hiked up, bunched beneath her neck, exposing a vast expanse of snow-white, delicate skin. That perfect body, the subject of countless fantasies, was now laid bare to the air in a state of extreme shame and utter vulnerability. An Ke was securely bound in a standard 'X' position by several crimson silk ribbons. The red silk was incredibly thin, yet impossibly strong, biting deeply into her soft flesh. Her wrists were tied tightly to the metal rails on either side of the headboard, the knots cinched so hard that they left deep crimson indentations on her jade-like, flawless wrists, creating a stark visual contrast between the pale skin and the angry marks. Her ankles were similarly pulled taut by the red ribbons, secured to the sides of the footboard. Her legs were forced open to their maximum extent, her private garden exposed without reservation to the cool air, appearing so fragile and alluring. Her eyes were completely covered by a black silk blindfold, rendering her sightless. She could only helplessly turn her head in response to the faint sounds, seeking a shred of security. Her cherry lips, usually so eloquent, were now forced open by a red silicone gag, the ball attached to a leather strap that was securely buckled behind her head, trapping her pearly teeth and tender tongue within. All she could manage were muffled groans, saliva escaping the corners of her mouth and dripping uncontrollably onto her delicate collarbone, glistening under the light. Seeing this, Lin Yuxin's eyes instantly turned cold. Her right hand shot out like lightning towards her outer thigh. With a flick of her fingertips, a throwing knife, thin as a cicada's wing, landed in her palm. She took a deep breath, shoved the door open with force, and charged in like a black gust of wind. The moment she entered, she swung her hand back, and the heavy, dark wood door slammed shut with a resounding "bang," cutting off all external observation. An Ke heard the door slam. Her struggling body stiffened abruptly. A terrified whimper escaped her throat, and she thrashed desperately. The skin tightened by the red ribbons flushed a deep crimson from her violent movements. "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you," Lin Yuxin said in a low voice. Though her tone was cool, it carried a calming, steadying power. She strode to the bed in a few quick steps. The throwing knife in her hand traced a tragically beautiful silver arc in the dim light. With a flash of cold steel, the incredibly strong red silk ribbons were severed as easily as tofu. Lin Yuxin's movements were swift and precise, each cut landing exactly on the most taut part of the ropes, without harming An Ke's skin in the slightest. The sudden release from the restraints caused An Ke to freeze for a moment. Then, her taut nerves snapped. Ignoring the ache in her body and her shame, she frantically raised her hands and tore off the blindfold. The long-awaited light stung her eyes, forcing her to squint. Next, with trembling fingers, she unbuckled the strap behind her head, removing the suffocating gag and tossing it aside. "Cough... cough..." A large gulp of air flooded her lungs, and An Ke coughed violently. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Before her vision fully cleared, she saw the woman standing by the bed, clad in black leather, exuding an aura of cool competence. Though she didn't recognize her, the overwhelming terror and relief of being saved from danger erupted. An Ke let out a heart-wrenching cry. Disregarding her disheveled state and nakedness, she threw herself into Lin Yuxin's arms, clutching Lin Yuxin's leather belt tightly with both hands, burying her face in the crook of her neck and sobbing uncontrollably. "Waaah... you scared me to death... I thought I was finished... *sob sob sob*..." An Ke's entire body trembled violently. Her warm tears and snot soaked Lin Yuxin's expensive leather jacket. She helped Anke back to the bedside, looking at the still-shaken starlet, a complex curve forming on her lips: "Miss Anke, if you want to leave here safely, you must cooperate with me in a play. Walking out like this now will only prevent both of us from getting away." Although Anke's head was still a bit fuzzy, she understood Lin Yuxin's meaning. She looked into Lin Yuxin's calm eyes and nodded as if grabbing a lifeline: "I... I'll do whatever you say." Lin Yuxin rummaged through the closet in the room and found a maid outfit. It was a unique fetish costume of this place – a black mini-dress, a white lace apron, and matching headpiece and garter stockings. "Put it on," Lin Yuxin handed the clothes to Anke. "What do you want to do?" Anke asked hesitantly. "I need you to act as a little submissive I've tied up, so I can take you out," Lin Yuxin said. Anke's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, but looking at Lin Yuxin's eyes, she could only grit her teeth, turn her back, and tremble as she took off the torn silk nightgown. That perfect body, dreamt of by countless people, was revealed once more, but this time, she changed in front of Lin Yuxin's gaze. After Anke was dressed in the maid outfit, Lin Yuxin began her "work." She had Anke stand with her back to her, hands clasped behind her. Anke was so tense that her whole body was rigid, her breathing becoming rapid. "Don't move," Lin Yuxin said in a low voice. She picked up a rope from the side and wrapped it around Anke's clasped wrists, binding them tightly together. The knot was tied extremely tight, digging deeply into the flesh of her wrists. "Mmm..." Anke felt a sharp pain in her wrists and couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Does it have to be this tight?" "If it's not tied tightly, they'll see through it." Next, Lin Yuxin extended the red rope upwards from Anke's wrists, wrapping it around her elbows, forcibly bringing her arms together. This posture was extremely uncomfortable, her shoulders being pulled back forcefully, causing Anke's full breasts to be pushed out even higher. The maid outfit she was wearing was already tight, and now the fabric in the front was stretched almost transparent, two mounds of snow-white flesh spilling over the edge of the neckline, a deep cleavage formed by the rope. Lin Yuxin didn't stop. She passed the rope under Anke's armpits, around her chest, and tightly cinched it twice around the base of her breasts. The red rope sank into the soft flesh, molding her already ample breasts into an even more exaggerated shape, as if they would burst out of the clothes at any moment. Anke was so ashamed her face was flushed red, and she bit her lower lip tightly. Afterward, Lin Yuxin had Anke bring her legs together, wrapping the red rope around her ankles a few times, then extending it up her calves, reinforcing it both below and above her knees. Each loop of the rope was tied very tightly, binding Anke's slender legs firmly together. Finally, Lin Yuxin tied one end of a red rope to the knot on Anke's wrists, passed the other end between her legs, deeply cinching it into the intimate area between her thighs, and then tied it upwards to the knot on her chest. "Bear with it, we have to go," Lin Yuxin patted Anke's face, which was red from the constriction. At this moment, Anke looked like a little submissive tamed by her mistress, hands bound behind her, legs together, wearing a fetish maid outfit, covered in red rope marks, looking pitiful and alluring. Lin Yuxin zipped up her leather jacket to the top and put on a pair of black sunglasses, exuding an aura of a cold, merciless queen. She casually grabbed a leather leash and tied it around Anke's neck. "Go," Lin Yuxin commanded coldly, tightening the leash in her hand. Anke could only be forced to take small, shuffling steps behind Lin Yuxin, her legs bound. She kept her head down, her face flushed, not daring to look at anyone around her. Lin Yuxin pulled Anke and strode out of the room, through the dimly lit corridor. There weren't many people in the corridor at this time. Occasionally, they encountered a waiter who, seeing Lin Yuxin's intimidating queenly aura and the expertly bound "bunny girl" behind her, assumed it was a VIP playing a special game. They all respectfully made way, none daring to step forward and question them. Thus, Lin Yuxin walked out of the "Blissful Red Lotus" club without any obstruction. Once they reached the alley outside, Lin Yuxin quickly untied Anke's ropes. She hailed a passing taxi, shoved Anke inside, and threw a thick wad of cash at the driver. The girl would surely die if the long rope completely entered her body. Yet, the rope didn't seem intent on killing its host; it was merely desperate to find a resting Since Miss Black Widow is so fond of the art of bondage, even playing with that feather with such mastery, as a return gesture, making her taste the complete restraint and utter humiliation would surely be an excellent punishment. Lin Yuxin's fingers gently brushed over the dark red God-Binding Rope at her waist. This ancient divine artifact was now incredibly docile, emitting a soft warmth as if awaiting its master's command. With a mere thought from Lin Yuxin, the God-Binding Rope unfastened itself from her waist and, like a crimson spirit snake, slithered out, coiling in mid-air with a faint hum, exuding a chilling ancient pressure. "Go," Lin Yuxin whispered. As if receiving an imperial decree, the God-Binding Rope instantly transformed into a red blur and dove towards the Black Widow on the ground. It didn't coil directly but, as if possessing sentience, first traced a path around the Black Widow's body, seemingly searching for the optimal point of entry. Then, the tip of the rope shot out, precisely entangling the Black Widow's wrists, which, even in her unconscious state, hung long and slender yet powerful. Lin Yuxin stood to the side, arms crossed, calmly orchestrating the entire process. She didn't employ crude binding methods but rather sculpted an artwork, with every rope's path and every tightening force meticulously calculated. Under the guidance of the God-Binding Rope, the Black Widow's wrists were forcibly brought together. With a flick of Lin Yuxin's fingertips, the crimson rope began to wrap frantically around the Black Widow's wrists. One loop, two loops... a full ten loops. Each loop was tightened to an extreme degree, the rope digging deeply into the skin of the Black Widow's wrists, which were encased in black leather gloves, flattening the texture of the glove's surface. This was not merely physical pain but a bone-deep agony. The God-Binding Rope's unique spirit-locking properties activated, its ten layers of knots acting like ten invisible shackles, sealing the meridians and acupoints at the Black Widow's wrists. Next, the two ends of the rope were yanked backward with immense force. The Black Widow's arms, which had been hanging at her sides, were violently pulled behind her back into a reversed position. Due to the extreme force, a faint crackling sound emanated from the Black Widow's shoulder joints as her arms were forcibly stretched into a straight, inverted hanging posture. Lin Yuxin didn't stop there. She controlled the rope to extend further upwards, reaching the Black Widow's elbows. To prevent the Black Widow from using her elbows to struggle, Lin Yuxin showed no mercy, controlling the rope to forcibly bring the Black Widow's elbows together behind her head. This was an extremely difficult "Reverse-Handed Guanyin Bind," requiring extreme contortion of the arms. "Crack... crack..." With a series of bone-grinding sounds that made one's teeth ache, the Black Widow's arms were forced together behind her back, elbows touching, the backs of her hands resting against the back of her head. This posture violently stretched her chest cavity, forcing her already ample breasts to protrude even more prominently forward. The God-Binding Rope emitted an eerie red glow, tying several complex knots at the elbow joints, locking this posture firmly in place as if to fuse her arms into one. At this point, the Black Widow's upper body was completely controlled. Although still unconscious, her body twitched slightly due to the extreme contortion, clearly in immense pain. Her proud black, form-fitting leather suit was stretched to its absolute limit by the backward pull of her arms, accentuating her exaggerated bust. The two mounds of pale flesh were squeezed by the leather to the verge of bursting, her nipples trembling slightly with each breath, presenting a tragically alluring sensuality. But this was not enough. Lin Yuxin's gaze shifted downwards, settling on the Black Widow's long, straight, beautiful legs. These legs, encased in black stockings with red soles, once the source of her sharpest attacks, were now Lin Yuxin's next target for conquest. The rope smoothly slid down, coiling around the Black Widow's ankles. Lin Yuxin controlled the rope, forcibly pulling up the Black Widow's right ankle and bending it backward with force until the heel pressed tightly against the muscles of her thigh. This was an action that severely tested flexibility; for an ordinary person, bones would likely have fractured. But the Black Widow, as a master, possessed excellent flexibility, and even in her unconscious state, her body instinctively adapted. The rope quickly wrapped several times between the ankle and the calf, firmly securing this folded position. Then, Lin Yuxin employed the same tactic, folding the Black Widow's left leg in the same manner and using the rope to bind the ankle and thigh tightly. Now, the Black Widow's legs were formed into two joined "Z" shapes, the thighs and calves pressed closely together, unable to move. But this was still not the end. Lin Yuxin's eyes turned cold. She controlled one end of the rope, connecting it to the knots on the Black Widow's left ankle, then pulled upwards and backward. The Black Widow, who had been unconscious, finally let out a muffled groan of pain. Her two legs, folded and bound together, were forcibly pulled behind her back by an immense force. The rope end passed over her buttocks, finally connecting to the main knot at the point where her elbows met behind her back. This pull molded the Black Widow into an extremely humiliating spherical shape. Her head was forced down, her chin resting on her knees, her entire body curled into a ball, like a giant, black mass of flesh. This posture not only restricted all movement but also forced her spine into an extremely dangerous curve, compressing her chest and abdomen to the point where every breath became incredibly difficult. In this position, the Black Widow's buttocks were completely exposed. The rope connecting her ankles to her elbows dug deeply into her gluteal cleft, clearly outlining her most private parts. Her sexy black leather suit had shifted during the pulling, revealing the snow-white skin and black lace trim at the base of her thighs, exuding a decadent and lewd aura in the dim light. This was the legendary combination of "Four Horses Treading Hooves Backwards" and "Rear-Handed Guanyin," an extremely cruel and humiliating binding method. At this moment, the Black Widow was no longer the revered Red Lotus Guardian, but like a defiled inflatable doll, casually discarded in a corner. The unique spirit-sealing attribute of the God-Binding Rope was now at its peak. As the ropes tightened around her body, an invisible force field instantly enveloped the Black Widow. Her once powerful and ferocious abilities, suppressed by this force field, rapidly withered and dried up, like a fish out of water. Even if the Black Widow were to wake up now, she would be horrified to discover that her pride and joy, her abilities, were completely inaccessible, as if her martial arts had been crippled, turning her into a fragile woman with no strength to even lift a chicken. Not only that, but the God-Binding Rope was greedily devouring the trace amounts of spiritual energy that leaked from her, using it as nourishment to maintain its own operation, leaving her with no room to resist. Time ticked by, and the corridor remained eerily silent. After an unknown period, the black "flesh ball" on the ground suddenly stirred. The Black Widow slowly awoke amidst excruciating pain. The tearing sensation of her twisted arms behind her back, the numb ache of her locked joints, and the suffocating pressure on her chest flooded her nerves like a tide. She struggled to open her eyes, her vision blurred from looking down for so long. "Mmm… Ugh…" She wanted to scream, to curse, but only broken moans escaped her throat. She tried to struggle, to use her abilities to shatter the ropes, but the emptiness within her made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cave. She was horrified to find that her hands felt non-existent, she couldn't feel her arms at all, only the intense pain in her shoulders reminded her that her arms were locked behind her head in an extremely twisted position. She painstakingly turned her eyeballs to look around. At this sight, her pupils contracted sharply, and an unbelievable sense of despair washed over her. She couldn't see the ropes binding her, because the God-Binding Rope was invisible. To outsiders, she simply appeared to have contorted herself into this strange, folded posture, with no external restraints. Yet, her body was completely immobile, as if pinned to the ground by invisible shackles. She could only rest her chin on her knees, looking at her exposed private parts and buttocks in the open air. This extreme humiliation made her wish she could die immediately. She, the dignified Red Lotus Cult Guardian, had been bound like a pig, her abilities also crippled. This fall from grace, from the clouds into the mud, caused her psychological defenses to instantly collapse. "Let… let me go…" The Black Widow finally managed to squeeze out a few words, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, filled with a thick sob. She desperately tried to twist her body, but the invisible ropes were too tight. Every struggle only made the ropes dig deeper, intensifying the friction against her private parts. Apart from waves of shameful pleasure and pain, it did nothing to loosen the restraints. Even the God-Binding Rope, which had been obediently coiled around her waist, seemed to have been startled by this special electrical surge. Its red light dimmed slightly, tightening around Lin Yuxin's waist with no further movement. Evelyn straightened up, slowly adjusting the slightly askew collar of her trench coat before walking with elegant steps to Lin Yuxin. She looked down at the woman who had tried to resist moments ago, now slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud. There was no trace of triumphant joy in her eyes, only the cold indifference of someone executing a program. In Evelyn's gaze, Lin Yuxin was merely a piece of code to be processed. "Any resistance is futile in the face of absolute power," Evelyn stated calmly, her voice amplified and carrying a metallic chill throughout the area. "Your abilities are not a license for your recklessness, but evidence that you require control." Just then, Black Widow, who had been suspended in the air in a posture of extreme humiliation, managed to turn her eyeballs. She saw the scene. Though she herself was bound by the God-Binding Rope, suffering agonizing pain in every joint, a twisted pleasure surged through her as she saw the woman who had tormented her to the brink of death now in the same predicament. Her venomous eyes flickered with schadenfreude, and a muffled groan escaped her throat, as if mocking Lin Yuxin's overestimation of her own strength, or perhaps reveling in the shared misery of their downfall. Though now a captive herself, seeing the hunter who had once looked down on her and humiliated her reduced to prey brought a measure of relief to her pent-up anger. Evelyn ignored the commotion beside her, her gaze fixed on the dark red God-Binding Rope on the ground. Though it was now dim, as a judge, she knew the preciousness of this artifact. A flicker of greed flashed through her eyes, but it was fleeting, suppressed by her reason. She bent down, her white-gloved fingers gently picking up one end of the God-Binding Rope. The moment her fingertips touched the rope, a warm, volatile energy fluctuation pulsed, causing her heart to tighten slightly. This was indeed the legendary divine object capable of sealing all things; it lived up to its reputation. "It seems the value of this operation has exceeded expectations," Evelyn murmured to herself, then carefully coiled the God-Binding Rope and placed it into a specially designed metal containment box at her waist. Having finished, she stood up and waved, issuing an order to the soldiers behind her: "Target is no longer resisting. Proceed with containment immediately. Maintain the highest level of vigilance to prevent any further movement." "Yes, Officer!" Several fully armed soldiers responded in unison and stepped forward with precise marching. Two soldiers grabbed Lin Yuxin's arms, dragging her like a dead dog, still paralyzed by the electrical current. The other two lifted Black Widow, who was still suspended in the air. Lin Yuxin felt her body completely unresponsive, dragged by the soldiers like a rag doll. She tried to mobilize the residual abilities within her, to break free from the oppressive current, but any movement she made only intensified the bone-deep numbness, blanking her mind and causing her vision to blur. The soldiers roughly escorted her to the rear compartment of a heavy armored vehicle. The interior was cold and cramped, with walls of specially treated alloy steel and two metal restraint chairs fixed to the floor. They pushed Lin Yuxin onto one of the chairs and quickly took out pre-prepared alloy shackles, locking her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck tightly to the chair. With a series of clicks, the metal shackles closed, immobilizing all of Lin Yuxin's joints. The side effects of the electrical current began to fade, replaced by a suffocating sense of being utterly bound. Lin Yuxin leaned back against the chair, her breathing rapid and heavy, her forehead beaded with sweat. Her usually clear eyes were now unfocused. As the heavy rear door of the armored vehicle slammed shut, the compartment plunged into silent darkness. Only the roar of the engine and the vibration of the tracks crushing the ground could be heard. Lin Yuxin felt the world around her gradually darken, her consciousness sinking into a bottomless abyss. Before she completely lost consciousness, she cast a final glance at the dim light on the ceiling of the compartment, her mind filled with Evelyn's utterly cold face and the rose emblem, a symbol of order and suppression, which now appeared glaringly conspicuous. Su Xiaonuan let out a muffled groan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. Her body was forcibly folded in mid-air, her spine bent into a breathtaking arc. Her knees were forced apart, the muscles in her inner thighs stretched to their limit. Her intimate triangle was completely exposed in the suspended posture. Though still in her prison uniform, the outline it revealed was exceptionally alluring. Lin Yuxin's ropes continued to dance. She secured one end of a rope to the connection point of Su Xiaonuan's wrists and ankles, passed the other end through the main iron ring on the ceiling, and then pulled hard. With this pull, Su Xiaonuan's body flipped over in the air, facing upwards. Her arms were still hoisted above her head, her legs still folded behind her, but her entire being hung helplessly in the air like a butterfly pinned in a specimen box. This was the nascent form of the "White Crane Bind." But Lin Yuxin was not satisfied; she wanted the "White Crane Spreads Its Wings" posture. She took out a feather fan from her embrace and gently fanned Su Xiaonuan's reddened soles. Su Xiaonuan's body trembled, and she instinctively straightened her instep, her toes pointing downwards. In that instant, Lin Yuxin's ropes coiled like lightning. She secured one end of a rope to Su Xiaonuan's big toe, then drew out two more ropes, connecting them to two anchor points behind her. With a gentle pull, Su Xiaonuan's legs were forcibly spread apart, forming an elegant "V" shape, like the spread wings of a white crane. To maintain this pose, Lin Yuxin reinforced the bindings at Su Xiaonuan's knees and calves, using ropes to fix her legs at a specific angle. Simultaneously, she adjusted the length of the arm traction ropes, causing Su Xiaonuan's upper body to lean slightly forward, forming a perfect streamlined shape. The current Su Xiaonuan was like a white crane gracefully soaring through the air. Her head was slightly raised, her arms stretched back like wings, her legs spread apart like a tail. Although her body was covered in rope burns and her joints throbbed with pain, under the stark white light, it presented a breathtaking, tragic beauty. The ropes dug deeply into every inch of her skin. Wrists, elbows, knees, ankles – each point was marked with deep crimson bloodstains. Especially her breasts, forcibly pulled by gravity in the inverted position, those two nascent fruits were constricted into sharp cones, their tips pressing against the thin prison uniform, as if trying to pierce the restraint. Her waist was cinched incredibly thin, as if it could snap with a single touch, creating a visually striking contrast with her prominently raised breasts. Su Xiaonuan could no longer feel the pain in her body. Her brain, engorged with blood, had gone blank, and she could only feel the cold touch of the ropes moving within her. The tearing pain and the dizziness from the weightlessness intertwined, pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness. But just as she was about to lose consciousness, a warm current flowed from Lin Yuxin's fingertips, transmitted through the ropes into her body. This was Lin Yuxin using her abilities to soothe her, not only alleviating her pain but also offering spiritual encouragement. "Hold on, Xiaonuan, you are the most beautiful," Lin Yuxin's voice seemed to come from afar, distant yet clear. Su Xiaonuan struggled to open her eyes, looking down at the figure controlling everything. She saw the encouragement and admiration in Lin Yuxin's eyes, saw a pursuit of beauty and a dedication to skill. In that moment, she seemed to forget the pain in her body, feeling only that she had truly become a white crane, soaring freely in the sky. She tried to adjust her breathing, cooperating with Lin Yuxin's movements, stretching her body as much as possible. She tilted her head slightly, allowing her long neck to display its graceful lines; she tried to puff out her chest, making her constricted breasts more prominent; she straightened her instep, allowing the reddened soles to exhibit a sharp beauty. As Lin Yuxin completed the final decorative knots, this breathtaking binding finally came to an end. Su Xiaonuan was suspended tightly in mid-air, like an exquisite work of art, exuding a tragic, seductive radiance under the stark white light. Lin Yuxin let out a long sigh, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. She looked at her masterpiece, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. This was not only proof of her rope artistry but also the first trumpet blast of their declaration of war against the Rose Society. She walked to below Su Xiaonuan and gently stroked her reddened calves, her fingertips transmitting her abilities to relieve her muscle fatigue. "You did very well, Xiaonuan. You were perfect," Lin Yuxin's voice was unusually gentle. She gently pulled the ropes, lowering Su Xiaonuan from the air. As Su Xiaonuan's feet touched the ground, she collapsed into Lin Yuxin's arms like a puddle of mud. Lin Yuxin scooped her up and placed her on the iron bed. Lin Yuxin quickly untied the ropes on Su Xiaonuan. As the ropes unraveled, Su Xiaonuan felt blood begin to flow again, the tingling, numb sensation making her groan softly. But her gaze remained fixed on Lin Yuxin, filled with gratitude and adoration. When the last rope fell to the ground, Su Xiaonuan was finally completely free. She gasped for air, her body drenched in sweat, her white prison uniform clinging to her, outlining her slender and alluring figure. She looked at Lin Yuxin, tears welling in her eyes, yet with a genuine smile from her heart. "Sister... we... we will definitely win," Su Xiaonuan said weakly, her voice filled with confidence. The Shadow Dancer let out a sigh of satisfaction, her body going limp by the bedside. She pushed Lin Yuxin's head away like a piece of trash. Lin Yuxin lost her support and fell heavily back onto the iron bed. Although the iron bed offered some cushioning, her arched posture prevented her from releasing the force, and the impact still sent waves of pain through her body. Lin Yuxin gasped for air, greedily breathing in the air that was, though stale, at least free. Traces of shame lingered on her lips, her eyes filled with despair and anger, but more than anything, a hollow emptiness after being utterly destroyed. She lay there powerlessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body still trembling slightly from the recent oxygen deprivation and extreme humiliation. The Shadow Dancer rested for a while, seemingly regaining her composure. She tidied her clothes, put on her night pants again, and then stood up, stretching her wrists. Her gaze fell on Lin Yuxin again, then shifted to Su Xiaonuan in the corner. "Since you've served me, I can't be too stingy," the Shadow Dancer's lips curved into a playful smile. "Next, we'll play a more interesting game." She strode on her long legs to the corner and grabbed the ropes binding Su Xiaonuan. Su Xiaonuan looked at her in terror, instinctively recoiling, but it was useless. The Shadow Dancer lifted the chair Su Xiaonuan was sitting on with one hand, like a doll, and effortlessly dragged her to the iron bed. Su Xiaonuan was unceremoniously placed on the ground, within Lin Yuxin's line of sight. At this moment, these two former comrades, one now bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position, the other tied to a chair unable to move, had both fallen into captivity. The Shadow Dancer looked at the two, the light in her eyes growing more intense. She pulled out a new roll of rope from her embrace. This rope was thinner than the previous ones, a vibrant red that stood out starkly in the dim dungeon. Holding the red rope, she didn't rush to bind them, but instead scanned Lin Yuxin and Su Xiaonuan with the gaze of a connoisseur. "Tying you two together, making you torment each other, forcing you to watch each other's degradation, this will surely be a magnificent thing," the Shadow Dancer murmured to herself, as if already envisioning the exciting scene. She first approached Su Xiaonuan. Although Su Xiaonuan was still crying, a flicker of fear crossed her eyes as she looked at the red rope in the Shadow Dancer's hand. The Shadow Dancer bent down and untied the ropes binding Su Xiaonuan's feet to the chair legs, but did not release her hands or upper body restraints. She pulled Su Xiaonuan from the chair, forcing her to kneel. Next, the Shadow Dancer went to the iron bed and began to undo Lin Yuxin's spread-eagle binding. Although the ropes were loosened, the prolonged restraint had made Lin Yuxin's joints incredibly stiff, rendering her unable to move immediately. She lay on the bed like a puddle of mud, only her eyes able to follow the Shadow Dancer's movements. The Shadow Dancer pulled Lin Yuxin off the bed, making her kneel opposite Su Xiaonuan. The two knelt facing each other, mere inches apart. Su Xiaonuan looked at Lin Yuxin's haggard face and tear-streaked cheeks, her heart aching beyond measure. She wanted to reach out and caress Lin Yuxin's cheek, but her hands were still bound behind her back, making it impossible. Holding the red rope, the Shadow Dancer began her wicked art of "connection." She first tied one end of the red rope around Lin Yuxin's neck, looping it once and making a tight knot, leaving a long tail. Then, she took the tail, passed it around Su Xiaonuan's neck, and tied another tight knot. Thus, their necks were connected by the same red rope. The rope was not long, only about a dozen centimeters, forcing their faces to be very close, their noses almost touching. They could clearly feel each other's breath and hear the rapid beating of each other's hearts. But this was only the beginning. The Shadow Dancer did not stop. She continued to weave the red rope around their bodies. She led the rope down from Lin Yuxin's neck, threaded it through her armpit, still red and swollen from the spread-eagle binding, then pulled it to Su Xiaonuan's back, looped it around Su Xiaonuan's bound arms, and then brought it back to Lin Yuxin's chest. The red rope snaked between them like a venomous python, forcibly binding these two independent individuals together. The Shadow Dancer's technique was extremely precise, using the rope to tightly bind Lin Yuxin's breasts and Su Xiaonuan's breasts together. The rope wrapped around the edges of their flesh, creating deep red marks, squeezing the two pairs of differently shaped breasts into one, pressing them tightly together, flesh against flesh. Afterward, the Shadow Dancer extended the red rope downwards. She forcibly parted Lin Yuxin's legs and Su Xiaonuan's legs, intertwining one of their legs. The red rope wrapped around their crossed thighs and was pulled tight. Lin Yuxin's slender thighs pressed tightly against Su Xiaonuan's slightly fuller thighs, the contact of their skin sending strange sensations through them. To prevent them from separating, the Shadow Dancer reinforced their calves and ankles. She tightly bound their ankles together with the red rope, forcing them to maintain this kneeling, face-to-face posture. Any movement by one would pull on the rope of the other, causing shared pain.

With a flick of her wrist, Lin Yuxin sent the roll of dark golden Shadow Binding Rope flying out as if it had a life of its own. The rope traced an elegant golden arc through the air, instantly coiling around the Shadow Dancer's wrists, which hung limply to the ground. With a subtle shift of Lin Yuxin's will, the rope tightened violently, forcing the Shadow Dancer's wrists together. The Shadow Binding Rope's unique spatial locking attribute took effect, not only binding her flesh but also sealing the space around her wrist joints, rendering her utterly immobile. Lin Yuxin bent down, roughly grabbing the Shadow Dancer's hair and forcibly pulling her upper body upright. The Shadow Dancer let out a piercing scream, a dual agony of her scalp being ripped and her shoulder joints being forcibly twisted. Lin Yuxin ignored her cries, exerting force with both hands to wrench the Shadow Dancer's arms behind her back, then squeezing them together with all her might. "Crack." A sickening sound of bone grinding against bone echoed. The Shadow Dancer's elbows were forced together, her elbow joints nearly colliding. This extreme, unnatural position would have been catastrophic for an ordinary person. Though agile, the Shadow Dancer, severely injured and spatially locked, could only helplessly endure the excruciating pain. She felt as if her shoulders were being torn apart, cold sweat instantly soaking her back. Lin Yuxin worked swiftly, wrapping the Shadow Binding Rope around the Shadow Dancer's bound elbows. Unlike ordinary hemp rope, the Shadow Binding Rope, though slender, was as strong as steel and its surface was covered with microscopic spatial scales. Each wrap dug into the muscles of the Shadow Dancer's forearms, the sensation of the rope embedding itself in her skin palpable. With every turn, Lin Yuxin tightened it further, until the Shadow Dancer's elbows were bound as if cast in iron, impossible to separate. To ensure absolute security, Lin Yuxin tied several complex knots at the junction, known as "Immobilization Knots" from An Ke's notes, which, once tied, could only be undone by a weapon capable of severing space itself. Having dealt with her arms, Lin Yuxin did not spare her legs. She kicked away the Shadow Dancer's flailing legs, forcing them together. The Shadow Binding Rope flew out again, starting to coil around the Shadow Dancer's ankles. This time, Lin Yuxin employed a spiral upward binding method. The rope wrapped three times around her ankles, each coil snug against the last, leaving no gap. Then, the rope wound its way up her calves, deliberately looping several times behind her knees to lock her knee joints completely, rendering her legs unable to bend. The rope continued upward, past her thighs, all the way to her groin. The Shadow Dancer's long legs were bound into a single column, their once shapely form flattened by the rope's pressure. The red rope marks stood out starkly against her pale skin. At this point, the Shadow Dancer could only manage to turn her head and neck, every other joint in her body rigidly fixed by the Shadow Binding Rope. She lay on the ground like a fish awaiting slaughter, emitting weak moans. But this was only the beginning. For Lin Yuxin and Su Xiaonuan, simple bondage was far from enough to repay the humiliation they had suffered. Lin Yuxin brought one end of the rope out from under the Shadow Dancer's bound arms, passed it under her left armpit, and brought it to her chest. The Shadow Dancer was forced to arch her chest. Although her night suit had been torn, some fabric remained. Lin Yuxin did not tear it away, but instead pressed the rope directly over the remnants. The rope in her hand left a deep indentation along the lower edge of the Shadow Dancer's full breasts, then pulled forcefully upward and to the right, tucking the rope under her right armpit. The rope circled her back, emerged again from her right armpit, pressed against the upper edge of her breasts, and then pulled upward and to the left, passing under her left armpit before returning to her back. With several crisscrossing wraps, a perfect diamond knot formed on the Shadow Dancer's chest. This was not mere decoration, but a highly humiliating and restrictive binding method. Two ropes, like venomous snakes, squeezed her breasts tightly from above and below. The flesh of her breasts was forced inward by the immense pressure, creating a cleavage of unfathomable depth. The four points of the diamond were located at her armpits and the top and bottom of her breasts, with the ropes converging at the center, digging fiercely into the deepest part of her cleavage. The Shadow Dancer's chest was contorted into a grotesque diamond shape, her once proud breasts squeezed out of proportion. The bulging flesh spilled over the edges of the rope, revealing a suffocatingly fleshy appearance. Lin Yuxin did not stop. She continued to extend the end of the rope downward, sliding it along the Shadow Dancer's spine into the crevice of her buttocks. The rough rope scraped against the sensitive skin, sending waves of searing tremors through her. The rope passed between her legs and emerged at the front of her lower abdomen, connecting to the lower end of the diamond knot on her chest. Finally, Lin Yuxin pulled the rope back behind the Shadow Dancer, tying a secure knot at the wrist binding. Thus, an extremely shameful and cruel diamond binding was completed. The rope acted like a belt of disgrace, tightly cinching her most private parts, pressing her entire body's weight onto it. Any slight movement from the Shadow Dancer would cause the rope between her legs to rub against her delicate skin, inflicting unspeakable pain and shame. At this point, the Shadow Dancer's posture was already extremely contorted, her hands bound behind her back, her legs together, her chest and groin tightly constricted by the rope. Yet, she remained prone on the ground. Lin Yuxin felt this punishment was insufficient. She looked up, her gaze locking onto a broken beam spanning the ruins above. This was where the Shadow Dancer had previously suspended them for torture, and it would now serve as her execution platform. Lin Yuxin tossed the remaining end of the Shadow Binding Rope towards the beam. The rope traced a golden arc through the air, landing precisely on the beam. Lin Yuxin moved to the other side and pulled the rope. As the pulley system engaged, a tremendous force transmitted along the rope. "Ah..." The Shadow Dancer let out a piercing scream. Her body was forced off the ground, her feet dangling in the air. Because she was suspended prone, all the gravity concentrated on the diamond-shaped rope around her chest and groin. The rope digging into her crotch now felt like a blunt knife, deeply cutting into her private parts. The rope around her chest made it difficult to breathe, her full breasts engorged and swollen, seeming as if they would burst at any moment. Lin Yuxin did not hoist her too high, only about half a meter from the ground. This height was just right, ensuring the Shadow Dancer's toes could not touch the ground, completely removing any support. She swung helplessly in the air like a pendulum. Her head hung low, her long hair sweeping the ground with her body's movement, kicking up dust. The night wind began to howl through the ruins, carrying a chilling cold. The Shadow Dancer, suspended in mid-air, swayed with the wind. Each swing caused the Shadow Binding Rope to shift. The rope around her groin, propelled by the wind, continuously chafed the skin of her inner thighs and private parts. This friction was not gentle like clothing, but carried the granular texture of rough rope, each scrape like countless tiny knives cutting flesh. The Shadow Dancer's body twisted in the air. She tried to curl up to alleviate the rope's pressure, but her joints were rigidly locked, rendering her unable to move. She could only gasp for air, her mouth wide open, breathing in the turbid air with a wheezing sound like bellows. Sweat mixed with dust, trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground, forming small wet patches. Lin Yuxin stood to the side, coldly admiring the scene. The once proud and arrogant Red Lotus Four Heavenly Kings was now like a broken spider, trapped by her own web, hanging in the air to endure torment. At this moment, Su Xiaonuan, who had been standing by, walked over. She looked at the Shadow Dancer suspended in the air, at the woman who had once tormented them to the point of wishing for death, who had humiliated them like playthings. No trace of pity arose in her heart. Instead, a sense of vengeful pleasure surged within her. Su Xiaonuan walked behind the Shadow Dancer, looking at her buttocks, which trembled slightly with her body's sway. She extended her small hand and, with all her might, pinched down hard.

As the greatsword was about to brush her hair, Lin Yuxin's left hand suddenly shot up, palm facing upwards, fingers slightly spread. "Bind!" With a thought, the Xuanmei Silk, which had been lurking beneath her skin, erupted. The thread, as fine as a hair and emitting an eerie purple glow, shot out from Lin Yuxin's fingertips like a purple lightning bolt. Chilian felt a flash of purple light before her eyes, and an icy chill instantly locked onto her entire body. Her massive form abruptly halted mid-air, and the sword she had been cleaving down involuntarily deviated from its trajectory, grazing Lin Yuxin's nose and striking the floor. The immense impact shattered the solid wood floor, sending splinters flying and creating a deep, bottomless crack. The broken wood chips, flying onto Lin Yuxin's face, caused a slight sting. However, the Xuanmei Silk did not stop after evading the sword. Like a venomous snake with a life of its own, it traced a bizarre arc in the air, instantly bypassing Chilian's greatsword and heading straight for her right wrist. Chilian's face contorted in alarm. She felt an irresistible spatial restraint descend upon her right hand. She tried to pull her sword back to block, but her wrist felt as if it were sinking into quicksand, utterly immobile. "What the hell is this thing!" Chilian roared in anger and shock, desperately trying to shake her hand. But it was useless. The seemingly fragile thread of Xuanmei Silk seemed to contain immense power, tightly constricting her wrist, which was encased in a golden bracer. The Xuanmei Silk wrapped around Chilian's wrist once, not tightening excessively, but as if welded in place, unmoving. It didn't stop, but instead, it rapidly descended along Chilian's forearm. Each wrap was precise, avoiding the joints of her armor and slipping into the gaps between the armor and her undergarment, directly against Chilian's bronze skin. Chilian felt a bone-chilling cold spread along the rope, a cold that wasn't physical but a frigidness capable of freezing nerve signals. Her arm began to go numb, and sensation rapidly faded. Her once explosive muscles became stiff and heavy under the erosion of this cold, as if they were no longer her own limbs. Simultaneously, the other end of the Xuanmei Silk split into several finer threads. These did not wrap around her arm but, like sentient tendrils, moved towards Chilian's neck, throat, and shoulders. They intertwined in the air, forming a complex net, awaiting the final tightening. Lin Yuxin did not give Chilian any more time to adapt or struggle. With a flick of her wrist, the Immortal Binding Rope shot out, working in conjunction with the Xuanmei Silk to instantly seal off all of Chilian's escape routes. Driven by Lin Yuxin's will, the Xuanmei Silk tightened abruptly. "Ah!" Chilian let out a pained groan. She felt her entire body constrict, as if a giant, invisible hand had squeezed her fiercely. The seemingly delicate thread now dug into her proud golden bracer and tough armor, cutting deeply into her flesh. The shoulder, already injured by the shock, throbbed with excruciating pain under the rope's pressure. The Xuanmei Silk was not satisfied. Like a greedy predator, after confirming Chilian's arm was completely incapacitated, it quickly split into two long ropes that slid down Chilian's back. They passed over Chilian's erect waist, slid over her rounded hips, and followed the lines of her outer thighs downwards, all the way to her ankles. Chilian's feet were spread apart from the previous momentum, leaving her most vulnerable. The two ropes of Xuanmei Silk, like twin serpents, coiled around Chilian's left and right ankles respectively. Chilian discovered with horror that her brute strength was completely useless against the Xuanmei Silk. The moment the ropes touched her battle-hardened leg muscles, they became as stiff as if petrified by a curse, rendering her utterly incapable of any effective kicking motion. She could only watch as the two purple ropes wound around her ankles, loop after loop. Each loop was like a heavy shackle being placed on her feet. The Xuanmei Silk tightened fiercely, each wrap digging deeply into her flesh within her boots. Even through the thick combat boots, the oppressive sensation was clearly discernible. As the ropes tightened, Chilian's feet were forcibly brought together. Her body lost its balance, and under the immense pulling force, she pitched forward. "CRASH!" Chilian's massive body slammed heavily onto the ground. Her heavy armor collided with the floor, emitting a deafening roar. The wooden planks on the floor cracked, kicking up a cloud of dust. Chilian tried to struggle to her feet, but the Xuanmei Silk, like a living parasitic vine, tightened with her movements. The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became, and the more intense the bone-chilling cold and numbness grew. "Ah... what is this thing... Let go! Let go of me!" Chilian roared frantically, her voice filled with fear and disbelief. She twisted her body desperately, like a fish out of water, writhing on the ground. But it was futile. The Xuanmei Silk was like a net that tightened relentlessly, binding her firmly to the ground. Lin Yuxin watched the struggling Chilian on the ground coldly, not stepping forward, but simply standing by, allowing the Xuanmei Silk to unleash its power. She knew this was only the beginning. For an enemy who had once stood so high and trampled on countless dignities, mental torment was often more destructive to her will than physical pain. Time ticked by, second by second. Chilian's struggles gradually weakened. The sense of powerlessness, of being unable to resist and at the mercy of another, pressed down on her like a massive stone, suffocating her. Her proud armor now looked comically inadequate beneath the purple ropes, like a beautifully wrapped gift box containing damaged goods. Finally, the Xuanmei Silk stopped tightening. It brought Chilian's feet together, tied a complex knot at her ankles, and then split into several ropes that connected to her wrists, which were bound behind her back, forcibly bending her body backward. Chilian was forced into an extremely contorted bow shape. Her wrists were pulled tightly towards her back, her ankles towards her hips, her entire body compressed into a tight ball by the ropes. Her chest was forced outwards, her breasts, encased in armor, were almost deformed by the constriction, her collarbones protruding sharply. She could only crane her head back with difficulty, staring at the ceiling, her eyes filled with desperate terror. The arrogance and coldness that had once been so unyielding had completely vanished at this moment. She was like a beast that had its teeth, claws, and skin removed, left to be slaughtered. And all of this was due to that single thread, as fine as a hair, yet containing terrifying power – the Xuanmei Silk.

Pushing open the iron gate, a potent aroma assailed her, and Lin Yuxin held her breath, stepping into the hidden underground space. This was an underground chamber, more secluded and spacious than the VIP rooms upstairs. The walls were lined with sound-absorbing black velvet, and several dim red spotlights hung from the ceiling, their beams converging on the center of the room, shrouding everything else in heavy shadow. On the walls beyond the reach of the lights, an array of ropes, leather whips, straitjackets, and strangely shaped metal instruments of torture were densely packed, glinting with a cold metallic sheen under the crimson glow. At the intersection of this dim, oppressive light and shadow, a graceful figure stood with her back to the entrance. It was the club's owner, a woman with a scorching figure that drove countless men wild and women to envy. She wore a black lace bodysuit, its semi-transparent fabric clinging tightly to her exceedingly voluptuous body, accentuating exaggerated curves of her waist and hips, and her proud, full breasts. Her legs were encased in delicate black fishnet stockings, and she stood in crimson stiletto heels at least twenty centimeters high, their heels like sharp daggers piercing the thick carpeted floor. In her hand, she held a specially made riding crop. It wasn't long, but it was covered in tiny barbs that gleamed with a faint, cold light under the lamps. She seemed to be admiring something, her head slightly tilted, her cascade of auburn waves spilling over her rounded, fragrant shoulders, swaying gently with her movements. Following the gaze of this seductive owner, Lin Yuxin's previously calm eyes froze. An uncontrollable rage erupted from the depths of her chest. Suspended in mid-air before the owner was a girl, no older than eighteen or nineteen. The girl was in a state of extreme humiliation and agony. Her entire body was naked, exposed to the air without any covering. Her skin, fair as jade, was crisscrossed with whip marks. Her wrists were bound by two thick hemp ropes, hoisted above her head to a crossbeam. The ropes were tied so tightly they dug deep into her flesh, turning her slender wrists a bruised purple. More cruelly, her arms were pulled back forcefully, her elbows forced together behind her back and bound tightly with rope. This "behind-the-back-Buddha-binding" posture compelled her chest to thrust forward, making her still immature breasts appear exceptionally prominent. Her nipples, hardened by fear and the cold, quivered slightly. Her ankles were also bound together with hemp rope, the other end of which was pulled upwards, connecting to the knot at her elbows behind her back. The entire person was suspended in the air, contorted into the shape of a "four-horse-tail-pulling-back." Her body was bent to its absolute limit, her heels nearly touching her back, her thighs pressed tightly against her calves. The ropes dug into the creases of her inner thighs and the joints of her ankles. The girl was on the verge of unconsciousness. Her once black hair was disheveled, falling to obscure most of her face. Only her pale lips and tightly shut eyes were visible. She was like a lifeless rag doll, swaying slightly in the air with the slightest current, occasionally emitting a faint, almost inaudible groan from the depths of her throat. Lin Yuxin keenly released her ability to sense, only to be shocked to discover that the girl's powers had been forcibly "sealed" by some extremely overbearing method, possibly even draining a significant portion of her life force along with it. Just then, the owner, who had been admiring her "masterpiece," seemed to sense something. Without a hint of panic, she let out a contemptuous cold laugh and slowly turned around. It was a face of breathtaking, aggressive beauty, her eyes and brows exuding an innate allure. But now, under the dim red light, her exquisite features were shrouded in a chilling aura. She tilted her chin slightly, flicking the riding crop in her hand. The tip of the whip lightly brushed across the unconscious girl's pale cheek, drawing a faint trace of blood. As if displaying a fine piece of porcelain, she spoke with undisguised mockery and arrogance, "Such a beautiful skin, what a shame. I went to so much trouble to capture her." With that, she extended her jade hand, adorned with long, crimson nails, and used the cool handle of the riding crop to lift the unconscious girl's chin, forcing her dust-and-blood-stained face upwards for Lin Yuxin to see.

Chilian felt a chill spread through her body. The vital energy she had cultivated for years, like a punctured balloon, vanished without a trace. The skin that had just hardened was instantly restored to its former softness, even more fragile than before, under the suppression of the Xuanmei Silk. The powerlessness of being forcibly restrained washed over her again, leaving her without the strength to even lift a finger. "No... this is impossible..." The fear in Chilian's eyes deepened. She desperately tried to struggle, but the Xuanmei Silk was like an invisible shackle, tightening with every subtle movement she made. "Mmm..." With each struggle, the ropes mercilessly dug into her flesh. The rope around her upper thighs, with her thrashing, continuously chafed her most sensitive areas. Though separated by a thin layer of fabric, the friction brought not just pain, but a shameful electric shock. Her body trembled violently under the restraint, sweat mixing with blood, dripping onto the floor. Lin Yuxin watched Chilian writhe on the ground like a worm, her eyes devoid of any emotion. She walked behind Chilian, lifted her right foot clad in combat boots, and stomped heavily onto Chilian's back. "Behave yourself." Lin Yuxin applied pressure, forcing Chilian's chest against the ground, her face buried in the dusty carpet. She wanted to resist, to throw off the person on her, but Lin Yuxin was like a mountain, pressing down steadily, rendering her immobile. Lin Yuxin bent down, reached out, and grabbed Chilian's wrists, which were bound behind her back. Chilian's fingers were long and strong, her nails neatly trimmed, but in Lin Yuxin's grip, they felt like pliers, tightly gripping Chilian's wrist bones. "Your hands, they're good at fighting, aren't they? Good at wielding swords?" Lin Yuxin's voice was cold. "Then don't use them. Save them." With a sudden surge of strength, she forced Chilian's wrists together. Chilian heard a sickening crunch from the bones in her wrists as they were pressed tightly against each other. The Xuanmei Silk, like a long-waiting viper, instantly coiled around them. It wrapped around Chilian's wrists six times, each loop biting into the flesh, binding the two wrists together with no gap in between. Once wrapped, Lin Yuxin skillfully threaded the ends of the rope under Chilian's armpits, across her chest, and connected them to the knot behind Chilian's back, pulling it taut. "Ah!" Chilian let out a heart-wrenching scream. As the rope tightened, her arms were forcibly pulled upwards and backward, her elbows forced together. This position caused her shoulder joints to pop with a crisp crack, the agonizing pain of her arms about to dislocate making her vision black out, nearly causing her to faint. Lin Yuxin showed no mercy. She continued to control the Xuanmei Silk, reinforcing the restraint on Chilian's shoulders and upper arms. She tied several special knots at Chilian's shoulder blades, completely immobilizing her arms behind her. Now, Chilian's upper body was tightly bound, almost completely immobile except for her head. But it wasn't enough. Lin Yuxin wanted complete suppression, a despair that would leave Chilian unable to even curl her fingers. She dragged out a regular hemp rope from behind, not for binding joints, but for binding fingers. She pressed Chilian's palms together, palms facing each other, fingers touching. Then, she wrapped the hemp rope several times around the base of Chilian's ten fingers, binding them together like a clenched fist, yet not a fist. The base of each finger was deeply indented, and her fingernails had turned purplish-red from the blood flow. Chilian's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, perfect hands for wielding a sword, hands that had once cleaved countless heads. But now, these beautiful fingers could only curl together helplessly, unable to perform even the slightest scratching motion. Lin Yuxin hadn't forgotten Chilian's long, strong legs. She controlled the Xuanmei Silk, forcing Chilian's legs together. Chilian's legs were encased in metal greaves, making them appear incredibly thick, but this was meaningless against the Xuanmei Silk. The Xuanmei Silk slid down Chilian's greaves to her ankles, wrapping around them several times. Then, instead of a simple spiral upwards like the calves, it employed a "pig's trotter" binding. It tightly bound Chilian's ankles and calves together, then tied a dead knot below her knees. Afterward, it threaded the rope from below the knees, pulling it upwards, past her crotch, and finally connecting it to the knot at her wrists. This extremely humiliating binding posture forced Chilian's body to bend backward, contorting into a twisted "four horses pulling a cart in reverse" pose. Her head was forced back, her chin jutting upwards, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her eyes filled with despair and humiliation. The rope passing through her crotch from her thighs to her wrists, with every breath and heartbeat, chafed her most private parts, sending waves of piercing stimulation and pain. The once arrogant Red Lotus Sect executive was now like a snake with a broken spine, lying on the ground without dignity, at Lin Yuxin's mercy. Her proud defenses were useless against the Xuanmei Silk, her boasted brute strength futile against absolute restraint. Her gaze shifted from initial anger and disbelief to fear and confusion, finally settling into a complete emptiness. She opened her mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, intending to bite her tongue and end this prolonged torment. It was the last act of dignity for a warrior in despair. Lin Yuxin seemed to have anticipated this. She wasn't flustered or angry. She merely glanced over and casually picked up a black stocking from a nearby table, one she had "borrowed" from Su Xiaonuan earlier. The stocking was light and breathable, carrying a faint scent of perfume, the kind Su Xiaonuan loved to wear. Lin Yuxin walked up to Chilian, not stuffing it directly into her mouth, but first pinching Chilian's jawbone with two fingers, forcing her mouth open. Chilian instinctively tried to close her mouth, but under Lin Yuxin's undeniable strength, she could only open it. Lin Yuxin didn't insert it, but instead, balled the stocking into a tight wad. "Mmm..."