The Domina's Bondage Adventures: The Legend of Mu Xun, the Gentle Knight

"Oh?" she drawled, her voice stretching languidly. "You restrained yourself, but I was counting: you looked at his face five times, swallowed three times, shifted your steps four times, and were half a step away from sinking your teeth into his throat—" "I!! Mu Xun was wrong!!!!" Inside, I was so terrified I immediately knelt at Sister Su's bound feet, prostrating myself in utter submission: "Mu Xun was wrong! Mu Xun was wrong! Mu Xun deserves a thousand deaths!" "Hahahaha!" She giggled, the sound like wind seeping into my bones: "If it happened one more time, you might have just eaten him whole. In my opinion—you need to be tied up." "What?" I blinked. "Tied up, hands and feet bound, mouth gagged too. That way you won't bite anyone~" "Don't worry, I'm not punishing you, it's for your 'persona'. You want to be a heroine, right? Then you must at least not eat people." "I, I don't want to be tied up... it's too embarrassing!" "Still talking about embarrassment? You don't like being tied up?" Su Meining's words pierced my heart. I knelt before her, terrified: "Mu Xun was wrong... Mu Xun likes it... but still... it's too embarrassing..." "So then," she smiled, "you'll let that peddler tie you up right now. Bind your upper body tightly, and gag your mouth. Aren't you most afraid of making a fool of yourself? Then consider it the price. Don't worry, I'm not trying to humiliate you." "It's for your own good." I lowered my head, my fingers clenching my clothes, my face burning. I didn't argue. I didn't dare to. I could only steel myself and turn around, looking at the peddler who was still hesitating, wondering why I was spacing out. Seeing me move my body, he let out a sigh of relief, confirming I wasn't injured. I opened my mouth, my throat a little dry: "Um... hello... I'm not an immortal... Actually, I just had a bit of... qi deviation." "Ah?" He blinked. "There was a slight problem with my cultivation," I stammered. "I, I can't control my strength well... If I'm not tied up, I might hurt someone..." "What did you say?" "Just bind my upper body, my hands too... and my mouth must be gagged, temporarily," my voice grew smaller. "Just... for a little while." He blinked, clearly not following my logic at all. "What kind of martial art are you practicing..." "...A family heirloom," I quickly replied, my face burning so hot it could kill ants. "The kind that makes your strength go wild." "..." He looked at me, then at the dead bandits nearby, killed by my "qi deviation," and finally sighed. "Alright," he said. "Since you saved me, then I... will do as you say." I turned away, not daring to look at him. "Can you... do a proper binding?" I mumbled with my head down, my back to him. The peddler was clearly taken aback: "Ah? You, you really want that kind? That's... that's how you tie up criminals..." "I'm afraid I'll break free," my voice trembled. "Try to tie me tightly, don't leave any slack." He mumbled his assent, rummaged through his cart for a six-meter length of hemp rope, and crouched behind me. "I... I don't know where to put my hands, please don't mind." I didn't answer, just extended my hands behind me.

"Mu Xun, Mu Xun~ Your legs are too long. You should be in shackles and fetters, taking tiny steps, to fit the current mood." "Me!!! Then how am I supposed to walk!" "Aren't you a high-class vampire? Can't you just take two steps for every one of Lu Xueying's? It's that simple!" With the cloth gagged in my mouth, I could only mumble indistinctly and force myself to look at Lu Xueying. Lu Xueying looked at me as if I were crazy. "What is it now?" My gaze flickered, and I had no choice but to use telepathy. "Miss Lu... I... I also need a rope to tie my ankles together... that can stabilize the flow of blood qi..." She paused. Unlike Zhang Youqi, who had been terrified when I first communicated with her mentally, she narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at me, then complied. She found some extra rope from the inn and skillfully tied my feet together. She wrapped it around my ankles, hidden beneath the hem of my qipao, several times. Finally, she secured a short two-foot rope around my ankles, leaving only enough space between my legs for me to take small steps. As soon as the rope was tied, I straightened my posture. My chest protruded further forward, my mouth was gagged, my hands were bound behind my back, and I held an umbrella. Every step I took was small and constrained, utterly humiliating. I only heard Sister Su murmur in my mind: "This is more like it, a heroine." Sister Su's voice, tinged with laughter, echoed in my mind before receding like a tide, sinking into the depths of my consciousness. No matter how much I called out, she no longer responded. All that remained was me, with the silk kerchief in my mouth, my hands bound tightly behind my back, gripping the umbrella handle. My arms were red from the ropes, and my legs were shackled by the rope, forcing me to take cautious, tiny steps. I followed closely behind Lu Xueying, from the inn's threshold to the village street, like a bound female prisoner being escorted by a heroine. It was utterly shameful! The rising morning sun shone on me through the clouds. The umbrella trembled slightly. My posture, with my hands raised behind me, made my back appear straight, my chest high, my steps constrained, and my breathing shallow. Although there had been a fight among martial artists here last night, it hadn't disrupted the normal routines of most villagers. The villagers, who were drawing water, grinding tofu, or drying clothes by the roadside, stopped their actions upon seeing my appearance. Their gazes, like countless nails, fell upon me. "Oh my, whose daughter is this? Why does she look so strange..." "Is she one of the heroines from the fight last night? Why does she look like a prisoner now?" "Tsk tsk... bound and holding an umbrella, is that person in white her servant? And why is the servant dressed so beautifully?" "Is the person in white also a heroine? She has a sword! This one in the red qipao must have been defeated and captured..." The whispers filled my ears. My cheeks burned, and my legs felt weak. If not for the cold, frost-like figure in white leading the way, I would have wanted to disappear into a crack in the earth. I lowered my head, focusing only on walking. The umbrella handle slipped in my sweaty palm, and my wrists, bound tightly behind me, were sore and numb. After only a few steps, sweat had soaked the lining of my qipao, the red fabric clinging to my skin. The shame seemed to seep out from beneath my skin. Finally, after passing through the village alley and around a slope covered in pale purple wildflowers, Lu Xueying stopped. "Found it," she said faintly. I raised my eyes and saw the white horse standing leisurely by the edge of last night's battlefield, grazing. Its mane was snow-white, and its saddle was long and clean. It was the mount left behind after the lightning strike I had summoned last night. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least from now on... my feet wouldn't have to suffer. Lu Xueying said nothing. She mounted the horse and, without hesitation, extended her hand to me. I hesitated and looked at her. She nodded. I no longer struggled. With a leap, I was pulled onto the horse's back, sitting sideways in front of her, as if she were cradling me and escorting me. However, my current posture, high on the horse, bound, and holding an umbrella, looked even stranger to the passersby. As expected, farmers and pedestrians by the roadside outside the village stopped and stared in astonishment: "Why is that girl still bound?" "Is this a new training method for heroines?"

She appeared to be around 29, with a face of exquisite beauty and an innate allure. Her skin was as fair and lustrous as jade, gleaming with a translucent sheen under the cold light, as if it were the color of freshly fallen snow. Her oval face possessed soft contours, yet held a cool, captivating elegance. The corners of her lips naturally curved upwards, hinting at a playful, seductive charm. Her cherry lips were moist, their color a delicate blush like peach petals. Her eyes, upturned at the corners, were a pair of phoenix eyes that exuded a languid grace and a potent, bewitching allure as they swept across her surroundings. Her hair, as black as ink, cascaded smoothly to her waist, adorned with a purple ribbon and silver ornaments. It swayed with her movements, like wind chimes in the night. She wore a flowing purple gauze robe. The fabric was as thin as mist, almost entirely transparent. Its wide sleeves dangled to her elbows, and the robe was left half-open, exposing a vast expanse of snow-white skin from her shoulders to her chest. A dark sash was the only thing holding it closed, accentuating the fullness and perkiness of her breasts, with a deep cleavage and tantalizingly visible areolas that invited the imagination. The gauze was cinched at her waist by a wide, black obi embroidered with cherry blossoms, highlighting her slender figure and captivating curves. Her lower half was clad in a semi-transparent purple mini-skirt that barely reached the top of her thighs. The hem fluttered with her steps like clouds drifting in the night sky. Beneath the skirt, she wore matching, form-fitting briefs that accentuated her flat abdomen and exquisitely shaped hips. Her long, shapely legs were encased in pristine white thigh-high stockings, their elastic fabric clinging tightly. The tops of the stockings were adorned with purple ribbon bows, adding a touch of playful charm. Her feet were shod in white high heels, which further elongated her calf muscles. As she walked, her delicate feet arched gracefully, exuding an irresistible allure. Her entire being was enveloped in an intoxicating aura of purple mist. Her snow-white skin, her jade-like body, and her proud curves were almost entirely exposed to view. Every detail exuded a charm and temptation pushed to the extreme, like a poppy blooming in the darkness, beautiful and dangerous, captivating and intoxicating. However, this was not her complete attire. Unlike us, her arms were bound tightly behind her back with golden ropes. Her entire upper body was ensnared by layers of rope, rendering her immobile. Beneath the semi-transparent purple gauze, her upper body was entwined with golden ropes, each strand conveying a suffocating elegance and restraint. The purple fabric was pulled taut by the ropes, making the interplay of her snow-white skin and the rope patterns appear exceptionally alluring. The ropes circled her breasts from below the collarbone, tightening with several turns of golden thread that lifted her flesh even higher, pushing her smooth, ample breasts into an even more exaggerated, uplifted shape. Each rope sank deeply into her skin, tracing the curves of her breasts and leaving soft indentations. The marks of the ropes appeared and disappeared with her shallow breaths. The ropes around her breasts converged on the sides, then bound her slender upper arms, forcing them back behind her. Her forearms pressed against her back, suspended high in the classic W-shape of a Japanese *hotei* bind. The ropes suspending her arms ran straight upwards, hugging her spine and passing through the collar of her robe, leading directly to her delicate neck, where they coiled several times, securing her firmly. Between the golden threads on her neck, two thin ropes branched out from her collarbones, slanting across the outer sides of her breasts. They dug deeply into her skin, mercilessly compressing her breasts inward, making their proud curves bulge even more dramatically, their contours almost bursting from their restraints. More cruelly, a thin golden rope plunged from above her cleavage, piercing through the soft flesh between her breasts. It forcibly separated the already deep cleavage and compelled her breasts to expand outwards, as if being split apart. Compressed by the ropes from both the inner and outer sides, her breasts were sculpted by the crisscrossing marks into a large, full, and voluptuous shape. With every rise and fall of her chest, the golden threads in her cleavage seemed on the verge of squeezing out delicate sweat from her tender flesh. Below her breasts, two parallel ropes were tightly wound around her slender waist, making her naturally supple waist appear even more delicate and alluring. At the midpoint between these two waist ropes, the golden thread that cinched her cleavage descended vertically, meeting the waist ropes. It was as if a dividing line was etched onto the center of her body. This rope plunged directly below her abdomen, disappearing into her crotch. It "drilled" through her sensitive area and was pulled taut from behind, forming a character resembling the Chinese character "丰" (fēng, meaning abundant or plentiful) both in front and behind, firmly immobilizing her. Despite her upper body being so restrained that she could not move, her arms held high, and deep rope marks etched onto her breasts, making her appear like a exquisite plaything, her long, sensual legs remained completely free. Her snow-white thighs were encased in the elastic, form-fitting white stockings, their curves smooth and elegant from knee to ankle. The purple bows at the top of the stockings were playfully eye-catching. When her legs were crossed, her slender ankles and white high heels created a silent, provocative contrast, exuding a contradictory tension—her upper body was extremely restrained, yet her legs could still move with elegant freedom. This was akin to her innate, untamed allure; even when firmly bound, her seductiveness and charm could not be concealed. "Who are you?" Lu Xueying asked, drawing her Cold Gleam Immortal Sword as she looked at the swordswoman who had suddenly appeared above. My heart tightened. Although this woman was bound, her speed was astonishingly fast, faster than both Xueying and me. If she weren't tied, her speed would likely be several times greater than Xueying's. This woman seemed to be the one who had just attacked Xueying from above, using her unbound legs. "Hmph," the enchanting woman sneered at Xueying below. I activated my bloodline ability and finally learned her true name. "Xi Ye Mei!" I exclaimed in shock. "Xi Ye Mei?" Xueying's eyes widened slightly before returning to normal. She immediately formed a hand seal with her left hand: "Startled Swan Sword!" With that, she charged upwards! "Clang!!" Xi Ye Mei extended her beautiful leg, directly blocking the attack. A fragrance emanated from her leg. I recognized it; it was clearly a move similar to Sister Su's "Fox Charm Fragrant Kick"! "Clang, clang, clang!!" Xueying, under the pressure of the Startled Swan Sword, was incredibly fast. Even Feng Yifeng, the top expert of the Ghost Gate Sect, could only match her speed in his best condition. Yet, Xi Ye Mei, while bound, could use only her pair of white-stockinged beautiful legs to parry Xueying's swift swordplay as if it were a game. This was unbelievable to both Xueying and me! "Clang, clang, clang!!" Xueying unleashed more of her Azure Dust techniques, her Cold Gleam Immortal Sword slashing towards Xi Ye Mei incessantly, but Xi Ye Mei blocked them all with the tips of her slender feet, the bends of her knees, and even the straight, taut lines of her high calves. The elasticity of her stockings was stretched to its limit, her snow-white curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Every movement of her legs carried a faint, ethereal floral fragrance. The two women darted through the forest, one white, one purple, one sword, one leg, moving at extreme speed. The sword's edge descended like a startled swan, while her jade legs fluttered like spring water. Each clash of impact sent out waves of chilling air and a seductive floral scent. I was momentarily lost in the spectacle, when I suddenly noticed something unusual. Behind Xi Ye Mei, who was suspended high up, a golden rope as thick as a thumb extended from below her spine, trailing directly into the distant dense forest. Not far away, Ding Yangchun's lewd figure quietly appeared. He tightly gripped the end of this golden rope in his hand, a sinister grin spreading across his lips. As Ding Yangchun suddenly flicked his wrist! I clearly saw the main rope tighten as if it had a life of its own— Xi Ye Mei's enchanting body trembled violently. The golden ropes, as if sentient, tightened from behind, upwards, and forwards, crushing her high, smooth breasts. With several turns of the golden threads, her breasts were pushed even higher and fuller, the skin crisscrossed with rope marks. Simultaneously, the golden thread in the center of her cleavage also tightened abruptly, digging deeply into her flesh, splitting the already deep cleavage almost in two. Sweat even beaded and seeped along the rope marks. Even more severe was the "thigh rope" that descended from her waist and passed through her crotch. With Ding Yangchun's pull, it tightened like an iron chain in her sensitive area, causing Xi Ye Mei's legs to instinctively clench, yet they were forcibly spread apart. Her entire body arched forward, her head thrown back, the humiliation and pain from her breasts and crotch intertwined. For a fleeting moment, an undeniable flush of pleasure and humiliation appeared on her face. "Mmmph...!" Xi Ye Mei bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, yet a look of extreme arrogance and endurance was etched on her brow. Sweat trickled down her snow-white neck and the cleft of her breasts. The beautiful legs beneath her purple gauze skirt tensed further, the stockings showing fine ripples from the tightening. However, Ding Yangchun's tightening of the ropes did not hinder Xi Ye Mei's combat. Instead, it made her even more powerful in this state. With one kick, she directly struck Xueying's chest, sending her flying from the tree not far from me!

Having had his fill of licking, he slowly and roughly dragged the three of us up from the corners of the dungeon. He knew full well that Lin Qian and Xue Ying’s buttocks were so swollen they could barely move, yet he deliberately kneaded and pulled at our injured areas. Three conspicuous convict tags were shoved back onto our bodies— “Female convict Qingchen Immortal Lu Xueying,” “Female convict Beautiful Flower Umbrella Li Muxun,” “Female convict Jade Chang’e Lin Qian.” The three large characters dangled from us like dog tags. Then, he dragged us out of the prison like chicks. In the morning light outside, three wooden prisoner carts had already been parked in the courtyard, their doors ajar, chains dragging on the ground. A squad of constables and a crowd of gawking idlers were waiting. The air was thick with mockery and anticipation, everyone waiting to witness a spectacle—the three of us heroines, bound with ropes, clad in prison uniforms, with tags on our backs, paraded through the streets once more! Shame, fear, and humiliation surged within me. I could only grit my teeth, lower my head in submission, and allow Ding Yangchun and the constables to shove me onto the prisoner cart. Lin Qian whimpered in pain, her eyes wide with terror; Xue Ying, however, still stared coldly ahead, her back ramrod straight, her face devoid of its usual gentleness, replaced by an icy, unyielding resolve—no matter how humiliating, she would not let anyone see her cry. The prisoner carts were tall cages woven from thick wooden bars, each designed to hold only one person standing. A small square opening was deliberately left in the center of the roof, just large enough for us to stick our heads out. Our necks were jammed into the sharp edges, making it difficult to even lower our heads. Our bound postures were completely exposed through the gaps in the wooden bars, and the convict tags on our backs were also threaded through the bars, hanging high behind us, swaying with the movement of the carts, clearly proclaiming our identities as the three major convicts: “Qingchen Immortal Lu Xueying,” “Beautiful Flower Umbrella Li Muxun,” and “Jade Chang’e Lin Qian.” The constables dragged the three of us into the carts, threaded the hemp ropes through our backs again, and hoisted us high onto the crossbars at the top of the carts. Our wrists were pulled to the highest point of our backs, our shoulders stretched to their limits. Lin Qian and Xue Ying’s buttocks had not yet recovered, and their legs trembled uncontrollably as they stood, yet they could only hang in the air by the pull of the ropes, their toes barely touching the ground. Although my vampire body had long since healed, my skin quickly became hot and red under the scorching sun. Xue Ying, as a heroine, would not lose her pride even in death. Even with her arms bound behind her, her body completely tied up, and hoisted high in the cage, she forced herself to stand straight. Her chest, constrained by the ropes and her form-fitting prison uniform, bulged high. Standing in the cart, she was like an imprisoned statue. Her cold, beautiful face and upright posture drew constant whispers and discussions from passersby and constables. Her bound posture only accentuated her proud spirit, her chest curves exaggerated, her skin peeking through the prison uniform, a strange intermingling of humiliation and nobility that made her even more captivating. The prisoner carts swayed back and forth, moving towards the city center. The three carts were stopped in the main square, and the constables dragged us out, binding us high again to three pre-erected wooden stakes. Hemp ropes wrapped around our shoulders, waists, arms, and legs, binding us tightly, the convict tags on our backs clearly visible. The crowd of onlookers, men and women, old and young, jostled shoulder to shoulder, whispering amongst themselves. Countless eyes shamelessly admired our dishevelment, our humiliation, and the high, taut curves of our bodies pressed against the ropes. Rough men let out lewd whistles and laughter, some shouting to get a better look at “how the martial heroines have become convicts.” The scorching sun beat down mercilessly, and sweat soaked through our prison uniforms. I could still endure with my vampire constitution, my skin merely turning red and hot under the sun, a mix of shame and dizziness. Xue Ying and Lin Qian, however, were already parched, their throats burning. Sweat trickled down their cheeks, collarbones, and chests, clinging wetly to their white prison uniforms and the rope marks. Their breathing grew rapid, their bodies weak and listless. This exposure and humiliation continued until evening. As the sun set in the west, the constables coldly ordered us to be untied from the stakes, shoved back into the prisoner carts, and dragged back to the prison through the streets and alleys. Along the way, I could only endure the pain and stiffness in my body from the ropes, my heart filled with powerlessness and humiliation. Xue Ying and Lin Qian were already too weak to resist, only tears and sweat remaining, branding the suffering and shame of imprisonment onto every inch of their skin and into their deepest memories. Upon returning to the prison, the three of us were once again roughly thrown into the cold, damp corner of the cell. Ding Yangchun’s obese figure waddled in, a sickening sneer on his face. He untied our leg ropes, ordered the constables to forcibly pull down our close-fitting prison pants, and then personally applied a thick layer of ointment to our swollen buttocks. His greasy palm rubbed back and forth on my snow-white buttocks, each motion a deliberate act of humiliation—sometimes a heavy slap, sometimes forcefully parting the flesh to allow the ointment to seep deep into the whip marks. Every inch of my skin burned with pain under the pressure of his fingertips. He couldn’t resist a low, mocking chuckle, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, these buttocks… so beautifully beaten!” When he reached my buttocks, he paused, wrinkling his nose and examining them closely, as if he had discovered a novel toy. “Huh? You little vixen, you’ve recovered quite quickly?” My heart tightened. I immediately and subtly activated my vampire abilities, sending a thought into his mind: “I’ve cultivated a special technique, my flesh and skin recover quickly.” Ding Yangchun stared at me suspiciously for a moment, then his face lit up with an even more excited smile, his foul breath spraying onto my face. “Good, excellent! So you have this skill. Then from now on, I can properly deal with you, and make your buttocks bloom every day, hahahaha!” With that, he eagerly began to pinch and knead my buttocks again. His thick, rough fingers maliciously twisted and pushed my newly recovered snow-white buttocks, deliberately pressing and rubbing with his nails, occasionally giving a sharp slap to make the flesh spring up and then fall heavily. Each motion seemed to be testing: “Can this piece of snow-white soft flesh be beaten to a pulp again?” His fingertips cruelly dug into my skin, numbness and soreness intertwined with humiliation. My whole body trembled, and I could only grit my teeth to hold back my sobs, but ultimately, I couldn’t bear the stinging pain and let out a low whimper, “Wuwuwu… wuwuwu!” Humiliation and pain spread from my throat to the depths of my heart, making me instinctively bury my head lower, daring not to show the slightest hint of resistance. Beside me, Lin Qian also lay on the ground, her snow-white buttocks severely swollen. As Ding Yangchun applied ointment, he kneaded every inch of it fiercely. Lin Qian gasped in pain, her voice choked with sobs, “Wuwuwu!! Wuwuwu!!” Tears mixed with sweat streamed down her cheeks, her fingers clenching her prison uniform tightly. Xue Ying, however, remained stubbornly icy. Although her face was pale, her breathing rapid, her teeth clenched, and her brow furrowed, she simply closed her eyes, forcing even her groans back into the depths of her throat. Her body trembled slightly, but there was not a single tear in her eyes, only the resolute and unyielding coldness of a snow-capped mountain. No matter how humiliated, she would never let Ding Yangchun see her vulnerability. I looked at the two women beside me, guilt and powerlessness washing over me like a tidal wave. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could only pray in my heart—may this humiliation end soon, and even if only a sliver of will remains, may we still rely on each other and hold onto our original pride. When the ointment was finished, he withdrew his hands with satisfaction and ordered the constables to re-bind our leg ropes, maintaining our bound posture with shackles, and then threw us back into the corner of the cell. The white prison uniforms clung to our skin, the ropes digging tightly into our shoulders, backs, and waists. We could only huddle together, shivering. Numbness and exhaustion enveloped our bodies, while humiliation and pain surged like a tide. Gradually, tears gathered in my eyes, and my consciousness blurred in the darkness and fatigue. Thus, we leaned on each other, collapsing into the intertwined suffering of prison uniforms and ropes, sweat and tears, and once again sank into an endless nightmare. Then, on the third day, the cold prison door was roughly pushed open again. The constables dragged the three of us up, bound as usual. Today, however, there was an additional, particularly humiliating instrument of torture: three dark, heavy, and ice-cold metal collars were fastened around our necks by the constables. The outer surface of the collars was rough and wide, pressing heavily on our throats, making every breath carry the oppressive weight of metal. I was the first to be led out. A constable held my collar with a short, thick iron chain, like walking a dog, the lock rings of the collar making a crisp clinking sound. Xue Ying was then secured with another dog leash attached to her collar, tightly tethered to a ring behind my back; Lin Qian was similarly chained to Xue Ying’s collar. The three of us were strung together by chains, dragged onto the street like livestock.

He shrugged, a roguish smile playing on his lips, and looked at Charles unceremoniously. "There, I've helped you rescue her. We're even." Charles remained impassive, his blue eyes fixed on me with quiet intensity, but he didn't argue. Only then did I understand. It was as I suspected—Ge Qianyu wasn't the type to be a chivalrous hero. His so-called "rescue" of me back then was merely him coveting the beauty of Lingnan's number one and snatching me for himself. In the end, I was still bound and gagged, locked in a secret chamber for his amusement. All in all, I had merely traded one cage for another master. This time, however, Charles was in control. He had followed my trail, discovered Ge Qianyu, and held all his secret bases and misdeeds in his grasp, forcing him to participate in the rescue. Otherwise, given Ge Qianyu's nature, he would have vanished without a trace long ago. On the way, we coincidentally met Yi Feng, and the three of us reluctantly formed an alliance, storming into the Rope Gate together. I clutched Charles's hand tightly, my gaze lingering on Xue Ying, Mother, Mu Qin, Aunt, and Mu Qing. My reunited loved ones were now by my side, and the nightmares and shackles of the past seemed to finally dissipate like the wind. Yet, my heart wasn't at ease; instead, it churned with an inexpressible complexity and apprehension. Charles's gentle blue eyes reflected my shadow—but I knew this gentleness would soon be severed by my own hand. —Su Meining's voice, languid as a cat's, echoed in my mind: "Mu Xun, Mu Xun, since you promised this empress you'd erase Charles's love, remember to keep your word. But..." she yawned softly, "this empress isn't like those heartless scoundrels. You can act whenever you wish, as long as you succeed in the end." "Ah? Then, then what do we do now..." Su Meining chuckled lightly. "The important matter now isn't erasing love, but properly binding this empress. Don't forget, this empress is a demon beast. What if I possess you?" "Ah?" I looked at her with a hint of fear. "Hmm?" The Queen's voice resonated in my mind. "R-Right now!" I quickly concentrated my will, and a red sealing rope materialized from the void, soft yet imbued with spirituality, as if it could extend and coil at will. Sister Su's lips curved. "Good, good, good. This empress wants to see just how far you can restrain me." With a thought, the sealing rope first wrapped around her fair neck, then sloped down to her soft, fragrant shoulders. It split into two strands from her collarbone, sweeping across her chest and binding her arms behind her back, pressing them against her spine. Then came three coils around her upper arms, two around her forearms. Each loop clung tightly to her skin, causing it to redden slightly. Her entire arms were firmly secured behind her in a W-shape, her wrists crossed heavily and hoisted high on her back. Further down, the sealing rope coiled twice around her slender waist, making her waist appear even more delicate and supple, like a blooming flower branch tightly clasped by a venomous snake. Sister Su tilted her head back and smiled seductively, allowing me to bind her into an extreme rear-bound posture. Her chest was pulled high, her peaks swelling to an almost unimaginable degree. The rope then passed behind her neck, forming sharp arcs at her shoulders, locking her shoulder blades and arms tightly. Her fair skin and the red runes intertwined, creating a breathtaking, forbidden restraint. I felt both shy and proud, picturing her in this moment like a deity being offered—snow-white skin, alluring curves, and the demonic red rope, an inviolable temptation and submission. "Let's leave it like this for now? Bind my legs with shackles too, so I can be bound later!" she giggled. I nodded and summoned a pair of metal shackles, locking her feet, forcing her to take tiny steps. Su Meining tilted her head, examining me in the world of my consciousness. Though bound and gagged, she still looked like a languid cat. Her lips curled. The rope held her jade arms high behind her back, her waist cinched into a soft, beautiful curve. Her collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of snow-white, adding to her allure. "I won't gag your mouth for now. Little Mu Xun, you're quite amusing," she said, swinging her raised wrists, her tone full of teasing. "It's been a year since I last contacted you. Have you been thinking about me all day?" My earlobes burned, and I nodded shyly. My body under the prison clothes tensed uncomfortably at her words. "Oh dear, could it be you're craving this empress's true qi and demonic energy?" her voice was laced with mockery, her seductive eyes like silk, as if she could draw out all my thoughts. "N-No..." I instinctively wanted to deny it, but my voice faltered, my cheeks burning hot.