After my gender transformation, I finally accepted my love for self-bondage.

The rough texture of the cotton rope digging into his chest and abdominal muscles pulled taut with every step. Lin Xi pressed down on the black mask covering his face, pushing the silicone gag with its perforated ball deeper between his teeth. He merged into the bustling, sun-drenched commercial street, the crowd parting around him. This was the only Shibari he had practiced diligently from tutorials and could now tie with practiced ease. The ropes emerged from the nape of his neck, crossed over his chest to form two fixed knots, then wound around his ribcage to his waist and abdomen, finally cinching into a tight knot just below his navel. He had adjusted the tension perfectly – tight enough to be felt, but not so much that he couldn't breathe. Yet, with every rise and fall of his chest, with every landing of his heel, the knots precisely grazed the sensitive points beneath his skin. Through the thin layer of his short-sleeved shirt, they left faint red marks on his heated skin. The oversized black hooded sweatshirt he wore draped down to his hips, completely concealing all the rope marks on his upper body. Only he could clearly feel the coarse weave of the cotton rope against his reddened skin, the tingling itch that shot up his spine. His gaze remained fixed on the shoe heels half a meter ahead, daring not to meet the eyes of any passerby. His fingertips clenched the hem of his sweatshirt, his knuckles turning white, his shoulders slightly hunched – a deeply ingrained instinct of social anxiety. But what churned in his chest wasn't fear; it was an almost boiling excitement, a current of electricity coursing through his veins to every limb. This is quite interesting, quite thrilling, he told himself internally. His breath misted the inside of the mask, warming and dampening the fabric. With the gag in his mouth, he had to swallow carefully, afraid of making any unnecessary sound. While the act was for stimulation, his sense of excitement and shame was actually quite muted because he always thought things through thoroughly. There were so many people around, each busy with their own path, their own conversations. No one would spare a second glance at this young man wearing a mask with his hood pulled down to his eyebrows. Even if someone accidentally glimpsed his tense posture, they would only assume he was a shy, introverted, ordinary guy. And what if they did notice? Those who didn't understand, even if they saw rope marks peeking through his clothes, would just think it was fabric folds, never guessing what it really was. Those who *did* understand... wouldn't it be even better if they saw and understood? His steps unconsciously slowed by half, deliberately lowering his center of gravity. The knots rubbed hard against the sensitive areas of his chest and abdomen with the movement, his breathing instantly becoming ragged. He could only gasp for air through his nose, his warm breath fogging his face. His earlobes were flushed a deep red, hidden beneath his hood, but the illusion that *everyone* might discover his secret made the hidden pleasure all the more potent. He could feel his skin continuously heating up, even his fingertips trembling slightly. The muscles beneath his skin were taut, yet uncontrollably, they yearned to yield to the rope's every tug. As a sweet, creamy aroma drifted by on the wind, he lifted his head and saw a moderately long queue outside a bubble tea shop not far away. Most of them were young people laughing together, their boisterous voices clearly audible from several meters away. In the past, he might not have gone for ice cream, but now it was different. The ropes on his body were still rubbing against his heated skin, the sensation of the silicone gag lingered on his teeth, and that reckless thrill was still surging through his veins. With hardly any hesitation, he turned and walked towards the bubble tea shop. He joined the end of the line. The laughter of two girls to his left was close by. To his right, a boy engrossed in his phone was less than half a meter away, the vibration of his phone clearly audible. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it would shatter his ribs, the thudding echoing in his eardrums. His fingertips trembled more violently, yet he still raised his hand, completely covering the lower half of his face with the wide sleeve of his sweatshirt. His fingertips gripped the upper edge of the mask, pulling it down slightly. The silicone gag wedged between his teeth was slick with saliva. As he removed it, there was a faint "pop." He froze instantly, quickly glancing left and right. No one had noticed this small action in their corner. Throughout the entire process of removing the gag, he had carefully used the mask to conceal it. He held his breath, quickly shoving the warm, moist mask-style gag into his sweatshirt pocket. He wiped away the saliva that had escaped his lips with the back of his hand. His lips felt numb from being stretched by the gag, tinged with an unnatural red. After removing the mask, he stood quietly in line with He had been practicing shibari for almost a year. It started with him secretly watching tutorials online, undoing and redoing knots when he made mistakes. Due to his lack of flexibility and the difficulty of certain ties, he eventually became proficient only in the Kikkō-gata (tortoise-shell tie). Along the way, he accumulated a lot of unspoken grievances and anxieties. He never thought his hobby was particularly strange; it was just something he did to please himself in private. However, his inherent social anxiety made him acutely sensitive to others' perceptions. He remembered one day scrolling through a post by a girl. It was a Kikkō-gata, revealing her waistline and back, with a caption: "First time tying, seeking advice." The comments were overwhelmingly kind: "Sister is so skilled! Your rope work is so neat," "Your waist is amazing," "Please share the tutorial link." The most critical remark was simply, "She's quite adventurous." At that moment, he immediately recalled what his roommate had said. That night, he sat in front of his screen for a long time, a heavy stone weighing down his heart. He couldn't understand why, for the same hobby, the same meticulously tied knots, it was considered outrageous for a man but acceptable, even enviable and praised, for a woman. He even secretly, and with a touch of guilt, wished he were a girl. If he were a girl, would he not have to hide like this, afraid to even speak of his interests, afraid to find like-minded individuals to connect with? This thought only dared to surface once in the dead of night, and he would immediately suppress it at dawn, scolding himself for overthinking. But now, this once unattainable thought had inexplicably come true. His fingertips, through his hoodie, traced his smooth Adam's apple, then his incredibly slender waistline. The blush on his ear tips spread down to his jaw. The panic in his heart had long since subsided, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease, as if a long-standing weight had been lifted from his chest. Even his breathing felt smoother. He couldn't help but let out a small, secret laugh in the empty alley. Even if someone accidentally saw the rope marks under his clothes, even if someone who understood recognized them, they would just assume he was a girl. No one would call him a pervert, no one would curse him, at most, they'd just think to themselves, "This girl is quite adventurous." The thought shot through his mind like an electric current. He instinctively tightened his core, and the cotton rope on his body instantly dug deeper. The already vividly red rope marks now looked like intricate patterns etched into his delicate skin. He could clearly feel his body slowly continuing to change. His previously firm abdominal muscles were softening, the flesh of his waist sinking into the indentations of the knots, cinching his waist even tighter. The slight swell on his chest had become more pronounced. The crossed ropes at the front of the Kikkō-gata perfectly hugged the lower edge of this nascent curve. Even a gentle inhale, expanding his chest, would push the knots upward, sending a tingly, itchy sensation racing up his spine. He suddenly realized that the Kikkō-gata he had practiced countless times, always feeling it wasn't quite snug enough, now fit him perfectly. His male physique had been too angular, leaving slight gaps at the transition between his rib cage and waist. But now, with his softened waistline and slightly rounded hips, the cotton rope adhered completely to his skin, leaving no gaps. With every breath, every slight movement, the rope would create a fine friction against his skin. The rough texture of the cotton rubbed against his reddened, heated, sensitive skin. Every sensation was amplified countless times, providing an extreme sense of closeness he had never experienced before. He lifted the hem of his hoodie, revealing his entire midsection. The alley wind, carrying the coolness of the evening, brushed against his hot skin and the red marks left by the knots. He couldn't help but shiver, his muscles tensing. The rope dug in deeper, a dull pressure mixed with a fine itch exploding beneath his skin. His fingertips landed on the rope circles around his waist, slowly tracing the path. The cotton rope, which had wrapped around his ribs four times, had loosened slightly due to his cinched waist. He gripped the knot at the base of his navel and tightened it bit by bit. His fingertips could clearly feel the rough texture of the cotton rope, creating an extreme contrast with his current impossibly delicate skin. He slowly tightened the knot, watching the cotton rope embed itself into the soft flesh of his waist, creating deeper marks, until the tension was just right—not so tight that he couldn't breathe, but tight enough that every breath brought a clear sensation of the knot's pressure. He then adjusted the crossed knots on his chest, tightening the slightly loosened loops by two finger widths. The rope now perfectly hugged the lower edge of the swell on his chest, lightly brushing against the sensitive tip. He trembled all over, almost losing his grip on the knot. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his nostrils, remarkably clear in the quiet alley. His face instantly turned crimson. He quickly covered his mouth and glanced towards the alley entrance, confirming no one was around before letting out a breath of relief, though his heart pounded faster. Before, he had never dared to tie the Kikkō-gata so tightly, fearing he would leave marks, be seen by others, or attract strange looks. But now, it was different. Even if he did leave marks, his loose hoodie would cover them. Even if someone saw them, they'd just assume they were marks from a girl's tight undergarments, and no one would think twice. Following the remaining rope ends of the Kikkō-gata, he tried wrapping it around his thighs a couple of times. This was something he had never dared to attempt before. He only knew the Kikkō-gata and was clueless about other ties. But now, extending from the original rope path, he brought the cotton rope down from his waist, wrapped it around his inner thighs twice, and then secured it back to the waist knot. The movement was surprisingly smooth. He tightened the loops, and the cotton rope nestled perfectly into the soft flesh of his inner thighs. It wasn't tight, but it allowed him to feel the itchy sensation of the rope brushing against his delicate skin with every step. This, combined with the knots on his waist, created a联动 (liándòng - linkage), where every movement tugged at the ropes all over his body, bringing a continuous, fine tactile sensation. After finishing, he lowered the hem of his hoodie, completely concealing all the rope marks. He took a few light steps in place. With each footfall, the vibration traveled up his legs to his waist. The rope around his thighs brushed against his sensitive skin, the knot at his waist pressed firmly against his body, and the knots on his chest also grazed the sensitive points. A triple wave of pleasure washed over him. His legs went weak, and he quickly grabbed onto the nearby brick wall to keep from falling. He leaned against the wall, recovering for a while, before suppressing the tremor that almost made him lose control. His fingertips touched the ball gag in his pocket. The feel of the silicone through the fabric, carrying a faint dampness from his previous use, reached him. He hesitated for a few seconds before taking the gag out. It was the same large silicone gag with air holes, connected to a black mask that completely concealed it. He pulled down the mask, held the gag, and slowly put it into his mouth. His teeth found the silicone groove, filling his mouth completely. His tongue was pressed immobile, and saliva immediately welled up. He could only swallow forcefully, making a very faint "glug" sound, remarkably audible in the quiet alley. He pulled the mask back up, completely covering the gag. From the outside, it just looked like the mask was slightly puffed out, with no indication of what was hidden inside. He could only breathe through his nose, his warm breath fogging the inside of the mask, making the fabric damp and warm. He tried to move his mouth, only managing muffled, soft "woo woo" sounds that were unintelligible, sounding more like a girl's coquettish sighs. Listening to himself, his ear tips burned intensely, and the thrill in his heart was amplified to the extreme. Now, with a ball gag in his mouth and a Kikkō-gata tied from head to thigh, he stood in the alley connecting to the main street. Outside, he wore only a loose black hoodie and casual pants. From the outside, he appeared to be a shy young girl wearing a mask and hat. But inside, he was securely bound, every breath, every movement, inescapable from the control of the knots. This extreme contrast between his inner and outer self, this secret pleasure of "everyone is unaware of my secret, only I know," was something he had never experienced, even after gathering half a year's courage to go out. He adjusted his clothes, pulling the hoodie's hood back up, and the mask up to his nose, revealing only his reddened eyes. The waistband of his pants had loosened considerably due to his cinched waist. He tucked the hem of his hoodie slightly inside, just enough to cover the loose waistband without it falling or revealing any rope marks. He meticulously checked himself again, ensuring there were no flaws anywhere on his body, before slowly walking towards the alley entrance. The moment he stepped out of the alley, the hustle and bustle of the commercial street surged towards him. The evening crowd was even larger than in the afternoon, with commuters, couples shopping, and vendors calling out. It was a cacophony of sounds and shifting lights. In the past, he would have lowered his head, clutched his clothes, and wished he could shrink into a ball, hurrying through the crowd. But now, although he still avoided eye contact with passersby, his gaze fixed on the ground half a meter in front of him, his heart was more peaceful than ever, even carrying an irrepressible sense of joy. He used to only know how to tie a Kote-bako, not that he didn't want to learn other styles. It was just that a man's body lines are naturally stiff, and many ties wouldn't fit snugly, easily causing pain. Coupled with his social anxiety, he didn't dare to ask for advice from fellow enthusiasts, so he could only secretly practice by himself, following tutorials. Over time, only the Kote-bako felt neat and easy to tie. But now, it was different. His body lines were softer, his waist slender, his hips wide, and his skin delicate and sensitive. Even simple knots could bring an extreme sense of closeness. He finally had the confidence to try the ties he had previously been afraid to attempt. He picked up the cotton rope and walked to the full-length mirror in the living room. The warm yellow light fell upon him. Today, he was only wearing a loose white pure cotton T-shirt, its length just covering his hips, with nothing underneath. He stood barefoot on the carpet, his slender ankles exposed, his skin blindingly white. He first took a deep breath, mentally running through the tutorial he had secretly saved last night. It was an improved version of the Kote-bako, with added forearm restraints and a crotch rope. It wasn't too complicated, suitable for a beginner to self-tie, and it had a quick-release knot, so he could untie it himself if anything went wrong, keeping it entirely within his safe and controllable range. He pinched the end of the rope and started from the back of his neck. It was still the familiar basic rope path of the Kote-bako. The rope went from the back of his neck to the front of his chest, forming a fixed loop on each side, perfectly positioned at the lower edge of his breasts. He slowly tightened the rope loops. The 8mm cotton rope gradually dug into his soft skin, lifting his breasts to appear even fuller and rounder. The sensitive tips of his nipples, compressed by the rope loops, instantly hardened, flushing a faint red. He gently inhaled, his chest expanding, causing the rope loops to tighten, brushing against the sensitive tips. A wave of tingling itchiness shot up his spine, making him tremble all over. He almost lost his grip on the rope end, his breathing instantly becoming erratic. It felt different from yesterday. His breasts were fuller today, and the rope loops fit without a single gap. Even with a light breath, he could clearly feel the rough texture of the cotton rope brushing against his delicate skin. Every friction was amplified, like an electric current, coursing through his limbs. He steadied his breathing and continued tying. The rope extended from the loops on his chest, winding down his ribcage for four full circles. Each circle was tight but not so tight that he couldn't breathe, just enough to leave faint red marks on his delicate skin. The rope path finally ended below his navel, where he tied a quick-release knot, serving as the core anchor point for the entire Kote-bako. With the basic Kote-bako complete, he looked at himself in the mirror. The rope path was neat, the knots were firm, and the red marks stood out vividly against his fair skin. It was a much snugger and more aesthetically pleasing tie than any he had done before. He couldn't help but raise his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the rope loops on his chest, sending another wave of fine tremors through him. He bit his lower lip, his soft lips instantly flushing red, and began preparing for the forearm restraint, the next step. This was something he had never dared to try before. His shoulders used to be too broad, and his arms lacked flexibility. When he brought his hands behind his back, his fingertips couldn't even reach his opposite forearm, let alone tie anything. But now, it was different. His shoulders had narrowed considerably, and his body's flexibility had greatly improved. He brought both arms behind his back, crossing his forearms. His left hand could easily touch his right elbow, and his right hand could comfortably encircle his left forearm, completely free of the previous stiffness. He held the remaining rope end and tied two loops around his crossed forearms, from elbow to wrist, winding six times in total. He adjusted the tightness of each loop, ensuring it wouldn't cut off circulation but would firmly secure his arms behind his back, rendering them immobile. Gritting his teeth, he used his fingertips to tie a tightening knot in the middle of his forearms, then rerouted the rope end back to the anchor knot at his waist, locking it in place. The moment the knot tightened, his arms were securely fixed behind his back. His shoulders were pulled back slightly, causing his chest to involuntarily push forward, and the rope loops on his chest tightened a bit more. He tried to move his arms, but could only wiggle them slightly; he couldn't lift them or untie the knot behind his back. He instantly fell into a state of complete control. His first reaction was a socially anxious panic at the loss of control. His heart rate immediately quickened, and his fingertips instinctively struggled, but his arms were bound tightly and wouldn't move. However, this panic lasted only a few seconds before he remembered the quick-release knot at his waist. As long as he wanted, he could lean against the wall and untie the knot at his waist with his fingertips, and the entire restraint would instantly unravel, remaining entirely within his control. The moment this thought settled, the panic vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, secret pleasure. He leaned against the mirror, looking at his securely bound self. His arms were tied behind his back, his chest was lifted to be full by the rope loops, his waist was cinched slender by the cotton rope, and his entire body was in a completely defenseless posture. Yet, all these restraints were self-imposed. This feeling of controlled loss of control, self-inflicted and entirely manageable, was something he had never experienced before. He deliberately pushed his chest forward. With his arms bound, he could only let the rope loops on his chest rub fiercely against his sensitive tips. A sharp and tingling pleasure exploded, making him tremble all over. His legs felt so weak he almost collapsed to his knees. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped his nostrils, remarkably clear in the quiet living room. His face instantly turned crimson, his earlobes almost bleeding red. Even though he was alone in the room, his social anxiety instinctively made him shy. Yet, he didn't stop. Instead, he followed the wave of pleasure to complete the final step: the crotch rope. He held the two strands of rope that extended from the quick-release knot at his waist. He first wrapped them around his hip bones twice to secure them, then separated the two strands and slowly wound them down the inner thighs. The cotton rope brushed against the delicate skin of his inner thighs, causing a fine itchiness. He couldn't help but press his legs together, his breathing growing more rapid, his fingertips trembling slightly. The rope finally reached between his legs. He held his breath, crossed the two strands, and passed them through his private area. The rope brushed against his sensitive skin, its rough texture creating a sharp tingling sensation that shot through his entire body. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his soft lips turning pale from the pressure, barely managing to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. He slowly tightened the knot, allowing the cotton rope to nestle into the folds of his private area. It wasn't too tight, but it ensured that with every step and every leg lift, he could clearly feel the friction of the rope, creating a synergy with the loops at his waist and the base of his thighs. Finally, he rerouted the rope ends back to the anchor knot at his hip bones and tied a small quick-release knot. He gave it a gentle tug, confirming that all the knots were firm and secure, not easily coming undone, nor cutting off circulation. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief. The entire restraint was finally complete. He leaned against the full-length mirror, looking down at himself. The cotton rope had left vibrant red marks on his fair, delicate skin, extending from the back of his neck to his chest, from his waist to his forearms, and from his hip bones to the base of his thighs. The rope path was neat and fluid, accentuating his soft physique to its fullest. His arms were securely bound behind his back, his shoulders slightly open, the rope loops on his chest making his full breasts even more prominent. The knots at his waist cinched a slender waistline, the loops at the base of his thighs extended down his rounded hip bones, and the knot between his legs was subtly visible. Every restraint was precisely placed on a sensitive point. His shoulder-length black hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, with stray strands falling along his cheeks, making his oval face appear even more delicate. His features were soft, the corners of his eyes tinged with a faint pink. Due to the extreme pleasure he had just experienced, a thin layer of moisture misted his eyes, and his lips were bitten red, soft and alluring, exuding an unconscious allure. With his arms bound behind him, he could only slightly shift his shoulders to allow his long hair to fall more naturally. The strands brushed against the skin of his neck and shoulders, creating a fine itchiness that intertwined with the sensation of the rope knots, causing a faint tremor to run through his entire body. He tried to take a step forward. As his weight shifted, the rope loop at the base of his thighs rubbed fiercely against his inner skin, and the knot between his legs also chafed against his sensitive area. The waist loops pressed against his muscles with the shift in his center of gravity, and the chest loops rubbed even harder against his sensitive tips. Four simultaneous waves of pleasure surged through him like a tide, washing over his limbs. His legs weakened, and he quickly pressed his back against the mirror to maintain his balance. A very soft, almost inaudible "mmph" escaped his nostrils, clear in the quiet living room. His face instantly turned crimson, his earlobes almost bleeding red, and even his neck flushed a faint pink. His social anxiety instinctively made him tense his body, afraid of being overheard, even though he knew he was alone in the house, with the doors and windows securely locked. The lecture bell rang, and a slightly plump, middle-aged male teacher entered, carrying his lesson plans. He looked like he wasn't from a political science background. He put down his notes, clicked on the PPT, and skipped the pleasantries, starting to read directly from the screen. His voice was flat and monotonous, like an emotionless playback device. Occasionally, when he reached a certain point, he would pause and interject with his own opinions, mostly straightforward musings from a science and engineering professor, unrelated to the textbook content. In the past, she might have secretly chuckled, thinking about how a science and engineering professor deviating from the PPT to discuss current political events was no different from some random person on the street or a relative bragging. The students below paid no attention. Some were engrossed in their phones, while others were slumped over their desks, catching up on sleep. The few who looked up had vacant stares; no one was truly listening. This was precisely the atmosphere Lin Xi desired. The dim lecture hall, the low murmur of conversations, the teacher's self-absorbed lecturing – all these sounds intertwined, forming her perfect cover. She leaned back against her chair, taking a gentle breath. As her chest expanded, the rope around her breasts tightened instantly. The coarse fibers rubbed fiercely against her sensitive nipples, sending a tingly itch up her spine. She shivered slightly, her fingertips instinctively clenching the edge of her textbook, her knuckles turning white. Yet, she sat perfectly straight, her face betraying no hint of her inner turmoil. The vibrator between her legs was still set to its lowest setting, its faint buzzing sensation traveling through her thin pantyhose from her intimate area up to her waist. It mingled with the rough friction of the rope, creating a weak but persistent current that surged from her lower abdomen to the nape of her neck. The ball gag stretched her mouth, her jaw aching with a dull pressure. The saliva that would normally seep through the air holes was steadily absorbed by the cotton pads on either side of her molars, showing no sign of escape. She could only breathe through her nose, her warm breath misting the inside of her mask, making the fabric slightly damp. With each rise and fall of her chest, the rope around her breasts pulled gently, the coarse fibers repeatedly grazing her sensitive points, the itch building layer upon layer. She pretended to turn a page, her fingertips tracing the paper. The release loop on her wrist swayed slightly with her movement, a subtle tug reminding her of the secret hidden beneath her clothes. The boy next to her was still secretly watching short videos. He had earbuds in now, but occasionally, he would instinctively glance her way. The moment his gaze met her arm, he would quickly and flusteredly look away, his earlobes still flushed crimson, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly they were rigid. Lin Xi’s lips curved slightly behind her mask, a playful joy bubbling up inside her. The girl who couldn't even make eye contact with boys before was now capable of making someone this flustered. The lecture hall was already dimly lit, and coupled with the afternoon lethargy, most students were asleep at their desks. The occasional hushed conversation was drowned out by the teacher's monotonous lecture. No one noticed the girl sitting quietly in the corner, wearing a mask. No one would discover the rope firmly embedded in her fair skin beneath her loose hoodie, leaving faint red marks. No one would guess she had a ball gag in her mouth, rendering her unable to speak. And certainly, no one would imagine the vibrating toy hidden between her legs, intensifying the exquisite stimulation along with the rope's friction, a sensation only she could feel. The teacher, getting animated, paused the PPT to go on a tangent, advising science and engineering students not to bury their heads solely in problem sets but to also pay attention to current affairs. His tone was direct, with a touch of the awkwardness typical of his field. A few perfunctory responses rippled through the sparse audience before fading back into silence, leaving only the rustle of turning pages and the faint glow of phone screens. Lin Xi leaned back against her chair, feeling the cool surface of the seat beneath her, a stark contrast to the warmth of the rope against her skin. With every rise of her chest, the coarse fibers gently abraded her reddened skin. That invasive itch, mixed with the vibrator's weak but constant tremor, surged from her lower abdomen to the nape of her neck, causing her fingertips to unconsciously clench the textbook. The texture of the paper beneath her fingertips was the only thing that could barely suppress the fine shivers. The ball gag stretched her mouth, the dull ache in her jaw gradually spreading, yet it made her feel the reality of her restraint even more acutely. The saliva was still steadily contained by the cotton pads on either side of her molars, with no sign of embarrassing leakage. She could only breathe through her nose, her warm breath misting the inside of her mask, making the thin fabric slightly damp. With each rise and fall of her chest, the rope around her breasts pulled gently, the coarse fibers repeatedly abrading her reddened skin. That invasive itch burrowed into the very marrow of her bones along her skin's grain, causing her back to tense slightly. She dared not move too much, only adjusting her posture subtly as she pretended to turn a page, hoping to slightly loosen the rope around her waist. However, this minute shift caused the rope between her thighs to rub against the vibrator, instantly amplifying the sensation. A wave of tingling exploded from her lower abdomen, and her fingertips tightened on the textbook, her knuckles turning faintly white. Even the tips of her ears flushed red behind her mask. The boy next to her seemed to notice her subtle movement. He secretly turned his head to glance over, but the moment his gaze met her white-knuckled hand gripping the textbook, he recoiled as if burned, quickly turning back. His earlobes were so red they seemed to bleed, his shoulders rigid, his fingers unconsciously digging into the edge of his phone, forgetting to scroll through his videos. If not for the gag, Lin Xi's lips would surely have curved upwards uncontrollably. A sweet, playful feeling bloomed in her heart. She used the motion of propping her chin to rest her elbow on the edge of the desk, her hand gently pressing against her mask, using the cool surface of the desk to suppress the rising heat within her. Her chest rose and fell gently, causing the rope around her breasts to pull slightly. The coarse fibers abraded her reddened skin, while the vibrator between her thighs continued to buzz on its low setting. The faint tingling sensation, transmitted through her pantyhose, brushed against her most sensitive flesh, mingling with the friction of the rope. It surged up her spine to the nape of her neck, causing her back to tense slightly. She could only exhale faint puffs of air through her nose, which were lost in the general din of the lecture hall, unable to create even the slightest audible sound. She sat there quietly, her fingertips occasionally brushing the edge of her textbook. With the small movement of turning a page, she subtly adjusted her posture, easing the tightness of the rope around her waist. But each shift caused the rope between her thighs to rub against the vibrator, amplifying the sensation. A wave of tingling spread from her lower abdomen, coursing through her limbs, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly. Even her hand holding the pen faltered, leaving a faint, crooked line on her notebook. She quickly regained her composure, using the act of looking down to take notes to adjust her posture slightly, leaning her waist back gently to loosen the rope around her chest, barely managing to suppress the sudden wave of tingling. Her pen then resumed its work, forming neat characters on the notebook, but her heart couldn't help but flutter, like a soft candy tucked away. The afternoon in the lecture hall always seemed to drag on. The teacher continued to read the lengthy points from the PPT, occasionally interjecting with a few off-topic remarks, which only elicited a few perfunctory responses from the students. Lin Xi leaned back against her chair, letting the tingling itch spread through her limbs. Her fingertips rested lightly on the textbook, but she dared not apply any pressure, fearing that the tremor in her fingers might betray the pounding in her heart. The afternoon sun slanted through the glass windows of the lecture hall, casting dappled shadows on the desks. It fell on the back of her hand gripping the textbook, making the loose rope loop on her wrist appear even more prominent, yet no one gave it a second thought, mistaking it for a simple decorative cord. The boy next to her had stopped watching videos at some point. He held a pen in his hand, idly sketching lines on a scratch piece of paper, his peripheral vision constantly drawn to her. Each time his gaze brushed against her arm, he would hastily look away. The lines on his scratch paper were crooked, and he himself had no idea what he was drawing. Lin Xi, pretending to turn a page, subtly glanced at him. Seeing that his earlobes were still flushed crimson and his fingers gripping the pen were rigid, her playful mood intensified. She deliberately moved her arm slightly, the rope loop on her wrist brushing against the desk with a faint sound. The boy froze instantly, even his breathing becoming lighter, looking utterly startled. The teacher continued his monologue from the PPT, occasionally pausing to take a sip of water. His gaze swept over the drowsy students in the classroom, and he merely shook his head helplessly before continuing. No one noticed her in the corner. No one would discover the rope beneath her loose hoodie gently pulling at her skin with each breath, leaving faint red marks. No one would hear the faint exhalations from her nose, completely masked by the classroom's noise. And certainly, no one would guess that the vibrating toy hidden between her legs, along with the rope's rough friction, was creating a secret pleasure all her own. She remembered last semester, when she was still a boy, sitting in a large lecture like this. She would always be tucked away in a corner, head bowed low, constantly on her phone, barely even looking at the teacher. But now, even with such unspeakable secrets hidden on her body, even with the ball gag in her mouth preventing her from speaking clearly, she felt none of the boredom and restlessness she used to. Instead, there was only an amplified, thrilling tension, and an irrepressible, mischievous playfulness. Just then, the teacher on the podium finally finished two full pages of the PPT. He picked up his thermos, took a large gulp, cleared his throat, and spoke slowly into the microphone: "I've been lecturing for almost an hour. I see many students have dozed off. Let's take attendance, which will also count as signing in for this class. Those who are called, just raise your hand. No need to stand up." At these words, the previously drowsy classroom came to life. Students who were slumped over sat up, those on their phones paused, and everyone waited attentively for the roll call. The scattered conversations ceased, leaving only the rustling sound of the teacher flipping through the attendance roster, remarkably clear in the now-silent lecture hall. Lin Xi's fingertips clenched the edge of her textbook, her knuckles instantly turning white. Her heart began to race without warning. She wasn't afraid of being called. But the silicone ball gag in her mouth firmly held her jaw in place, and the cotton pads between her molars were saturated with saliva. Forget answering with a loud "Here," she couldn't even open her mouth. She used to slip into the lecture hall, with its two hundred students, five minutes before class, tucking herself away in the most secluded corner. The class was so pointless that last time she'd shown up with her mouth gagged and bound with rope. But today, she stood here twenty minutes early, still wearing the same cotton balls and ball gag, the vibrator firmly secured between her legs by a knot, but the remote control was not in her hands. "Come sit here." Su Qinghe put down his pen and patted the empty seat beside him, his voice soft enough to carry through the quiet morning classroom and reach her ears. Lin Xi lowered her head and quickly walked over. The moment she pulled out the chair and sat down, the rope around her waist tightened instantly. The rough hemp dug fiercely into her soft flesh, and she trembled violently, her fingertips digging into the inside of her canvas bag to swallow the whimper that rose to her lips. The ball gag firmly held her teeth apart, and the pre-inserted cotton balls absorbed the saliva that constantly welled up. Even through the thin medical mask, she could feel her jaw aching slightly from being stretched, her breathing shallow and slow, afraid of making any unnecessary sound. Su Qinghe turned his head, his gaze first falling on her slightly bulging mask. He gently lifted a finger and lightly touched the inconspicuous protrusion on the outside of the mask. His fingertip, through the thin fabric, lightly traced the outline of the ball gag. His voice, lowered so only they could hear, carried a hint of casual amusement. "So good. You followed the tutorial very carefully. The rope work is perfect, and you even prepared the ball gag and cotton balls in advance. You didn't forget the command I gave you on WeChat yesterday." Lin Xi's cheeks instantly flushed, her earlobes burning as if about to bleed. She instinctively shrank back against the chair, but the diamond knot around her waist tightened further with her movement. The hemp on her chest rubbed fiercely against her already sensitive nipples, a fine itch mixed with a dull pressure shooting up her spine. She could only shake her head slightly, her wet eyes looking at Su Qinghe, filled with shame and an undisguised panic about their surroundings. Ever since their bondage session last Sunday, Su Qinghe had actively requested that she attend this pointless class according to his instructions: including gagging herself, binding herself, inserting the vibrator, and handing over the remote. Perhaps it was her ingrained social anxiety that made it difficult for her to refuse requests, or perhaps it was the exquisite feeling of complete surrender to another's control, like during their session last Sunday. She had agreed without much hesitation. Su Qinghe watched the mist bloom in the corners of her eyes, his smile deepening. His fingertip gently slid along the edge of her mask to her jaw, his voice very low, like a feather brushing against her sensitive nerves. "Why aren't you speaking? Is your mouth full, so you can't answer your senior?" Lin Xi's body trembled again. She instinctively shook her head. The transparent soft silicone ball gag firmly locked her jaw, allowing only a faint, indistinct whimper to escape, not even a complete breath of air. The lecture hall was still quite empty in the early morning, with only a few early students sitting in the front rows flipping through books. Even the slightest sound seemed particularly jarring. Terrified, she quickly tensed her shoulders, bit down hard on the ball gag, and held her breath for the most part. Her eyes were filled with panicked pleading, her fingertips clenching the strap of her canvas bag until it was crumpled. Su Qinghe watched her flustered, red-eyed appearance, unable to utter a single word of defense. The smile in his eyes deepened. He slowly withdrew his fingertip and casually stroked her long hair falling over her shoulders, his touch as light as brushing a feather, not attracting the attention of the few students in the front rows at all. "What are you afraid of? It's very far from the front row here, they can't hear you." His voice was extremely low, his breath sweeping across Lin Xi's reddened earlobes in the cool morning air. "Or are you worried that wearing a ball gag in the classroom and being stared at will make you flustered?" Lin Xi's body trembled, and she instinctively shrank tighter into the chair. But with this movement, the diamond knot around her waist tightened instantly. The rough hemp dug deeply into her soft flesh, rubbing against her already sensitive and hot nipples with each rise and fall of her breath. A fine itch mixed with a dull pressure shot up her spine. She could only bite down hard on the soft silicone ball gag between her teeth, swallowing back the whimper that rose to her lips. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Su Qinghe watched her tense shoulders and her hesitant breathing. He gently hooked the drawstring of her hoodie hanging by her side and spoke slowly, each word bitten very lightly, yet clearly striking Lin Xi's heart. "I'm asking you, when you were following the tutorial to tie the ropes last night, were you thinking about how your senior tied them for you last Sunday?" Lin Xi's pupils contracted sharply. All the blood in her body seemed to rush to her head, her cheeks burning as if they could ignite. She shook her head desperately, biting down hard on the soft silicone ball gag between her teeth. But her tongue pressed against the cold silicone, and saliva secreted uncontrollably in large amounts, making the cotton balls heavy and sodden, intensifying the aching sensation in her jaw. She wanted to retort, but only a faint whimper escaped her throat. The moment she made a sound, she was startled by the rustling of pages from the front row and instantly held her breath. A layer of pleading moisture instantly welled up in her eyes. She reached out and tugged at Su Qinghe's sleeve, her fingertips trembling. "What? Afraid someone will hear?" Su Qinghe chuckled softly, and then took her cool fingertips, his thumb gently rubbing her whitened knuckles. His voice became even hoarser. "You're scared now? When you were tying the ropes, when you were gagging yourself, why didn't you think that this is in a classroom, and what would happen if you were discovered, little one?" Lin Xi's fingertips tightened abruptly, her whole body tensing. The rope around her waist dug deeply into her soft flesh with her taut posture. The rough hemp rubbed against her already reddened sensitive points on her chest. A fine itch mixed with the cool touch of the vibrator against her skin shot up her spine. She could only shrink closer to Su Qinghe, like a kitten caught in the rain, burying her face low, only daring to glance at him from the corner of her eye. The moisture in her eyes was so thick it was about to overflow, a mixture of shame and fear. Yet, the secret stirring within her body burned hotter and hotter with Su Qinghe's words. Su Qinghe let out a low chuckle. Seizing the moment while everyone's attention was on the roll call, she gripped Lin Xi's wrists under the desk and gently pushed them behind her. Before Lin Xi could react, she felt the cool silicone against her skin, followed by a faint "click." Her wrists were securely cuffed behind her back, her forearms crossed to press against the knot at her waist. The handcuffs clicked shut, immovable no matter how she struggled. Her body stiffened abruptly, her pupils constricting. She desperately tried to break free, but the handcuffs only tightened. The cold silicone against her skin contrasted sharply with the rough hemp rope around her waist. She wanted to cry out, but the ball gag stuffed in her mouth muffled any sound into incoherent whimpers. A half-formed whimper was choked back as the teacher's voice called out names, forcing her to hold her breath. She could only glare at Su Qinghe with reddened eyes, a desperate plea for mercy in their depths, her earlobes burning crimson. "Good girl, don't move," Su Qinghe murmured, stroking her hair. Her fingertips lightly tugged at the hoodie draped over the back of the chair, letting the fabric fall lower to completely conceal what was happening behind her. "I covered for you during the roll call. A little punishment is in order, isn't it, little one?" Her fingers slowly withdrew a vibrator remote from her pocket and dangled it before Lin Xi's eyes. Then, right in front of her, she pressed the power button. A faint hum, muffled by fabric, emanated from behind, almost entirely drowned out by the teacher's lecture. Yet, it vibrated precisely at Lin Xi's nerve endings. Her body jolted, her waist instinctively arching up before she immediately forced her back down. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, her forearms pressing against the knot at her waist. This slight movement caused her crossed forearms to rub fiercely against the knot, tightening the crisscrossed hemp. It felt like a precisely woven net, squeezing the air from her chest. The rough hemp fibers scraped against the already sensitive, burning tips of her breasts, colliding with the persistent buzzing between her legs. Lin Xi's toes curled tightly inside her canvas shoes, her insteps forming a rigid arc. Her entire body felt like it was coursing with fine electric currents, her shoulders and back involuntarily arching slightly. The moment she touched the back of the chair, she froze – afraid that any larger movement would cause the hanging hoodie to shift unnaturally, drawing the attention of classmates in front or to the side. Su Qinghe took in every reaction, her smile widening. Her fingertips lightly traced the edge of the remote under the desk, deliberately pushing the setting up one notch. The muffled hum suddenly became a little clearer, perfectly masked by the teacher's voice amplified through the microphone, yet it vibrated precisely at every one of Lin Xi's nerve endings. Her body jolted again, her waist instinctively arching up half an inch before she forced her back down. But this brief movement had already tightened the knot behind her. The hemp fibers repeatedly scraped against her sensitive skin, bringing waves of intense itching, which, combined with the surging vibrations between her legs, made tears stream down her face, soaking her hoodie collar. "Why are you shaking so much?" Su Qinghe turned her head, her breath brushing against Lin Xi's flushed earlobes in the cool air. Her voice, lowered to a whisper only they could hear, carried a careless amusement. "Only the second setting, and you can't handle it? You were quite brave when you were following the tutorial to tie those knots last night, weren't you?" Lin Xi shook her head desperately. The transparent ball gag shifted slightly between her teeth with the movement, her tongue pressing against the cool silicone. Saliva pooled uncontrollably in her cheeks. The cotton balls stuffed in earlier were already saturated, their heavy weight, combined with the persistent ache in her jaw, a constant reminder of her current predicament. A stray drop of moisture trickled down her lip, smearing the inside of her mask. The sticky sensation made her earlobes burn as if they would ignite. She wanted to retort, but only a faint whimper escaped her throat. She could only glare at Su Qinghe, her eyes filled with panicked pleading. Her fingertips clenched into fists behind her back, nails digging into her palms, yet they couldn't suppress the pleasure coursing through her body. Su Qinghe chuckled softly and slowly pushed the open textbook towards her, whispering, "Turn to page 42. The teacher is about to discuss this section." Lin Xi stared at the textbook, her entire body freezing. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, her forearms pressed tightly against the knot at her waist. Not only could she not turn the page, but even the slightest movement of her arms would cause the knot to tighten fiercely, the hemp fibers scraping her skin and inducing uncontrollable itching. Her eyes reddened with urgency. She shifted her body slightly, but this movement only pressed the vibrator between her legs more firmly. The vibration shot up her spine, and she nearly collapsed in her chair. She could only gently nudge Su Qinghe's leg with her knee. "Turn your own book," Su Qinghe said, her face deliberately stern, but her fingertip lightly tugged at the drawstring of her hoodie hanging by her side. Her voice was laced with unconcealable amusement. "Otherwise, I'll turn the remote to the highest setting right now and let you experience what it means to lose control in front of everyone." Lin Xi's pupils contracted sharply. Terrified, she immediately stopped all movement, even her breathing becoming light and shallow. She could only watch the notes the teacher was writing on the blackboard, then look at the textbook she couldn't open. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she repeatedly glanced at Su Qinghe from the corner of her eye, her gaze soft as water, filled with appeasement and pleading. Just then, the girl beside her suddenly turned her head and smiled at Su Qinghe. "Classmate, could I borrow a black pen? Mine just ran out of ink." Lin Xi's back instantly tensed, her blood seeming to freeze. She didn't dare to breathe, biting down hard on the ball gag, her shoulders held rigidly straight. She was terrified that even the slightest tremor, or a subtle bulge in her mask, would reveal something amiss to the girl next to her. She could clearly feel the girl's gaze sweeping across her face, and she quickly lowered her eyes, the temperature of her earlobes dropping several degrees. All the muscles in her body ached from tension. Su Qinghe, however, remained composed. She took a black pen from her pencil case and handed it over, her voice as natural as could be. "Here." The girl took the pen and thanked her with a smile. Then, she casually asked, "What's wrong with your friend? She's been keeping her head down. Is she not feeling well?" Lin Xi's heart pounded as if it would shatter her ribs, her fingertips trembling slightly. She could feel Su Qinghe's gaze on her face. Su Qinghe's fingertips gently lifted and lightly touched the edge of her mask. Her voice carried just the right amount of concern. "Yes, her throat is severely inflamed and swollen, and she has a slight fever. She's not feeling well, so she's resting." The girl didn't think much of it, nodded, and turned back to the blackboard. Lin Xi's suspended heart finally settled. The strength seemed to drain from her body, and she leaned back against the chair, breathing heavily through her nose. Her warm breath fogged the inside of her damp mask, making the fabric wet and hot. She turned her head and glared at Su Qinghe again, a mixture of lingering fear and playful reproach in her eyes. But as soon as she met Su Qinghe's smiling gaze, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly lowered her eyes, her earlobes glowing crimson. Su Qinghe chuckled softly. While everyone's attention was on the blackboard, her fingertips slid under the desk, gripping Lin Xi's knee. She slowly moved upwards along the hem of the hoodie, her fingertips brushing lightly through the thin fabric against the raised pattern of the knot at her waist. The next day, Lin Xi was woken by the chirping of birds outside the window. When she woke up, the loose knots on her body still clung to her skin. After a night's sleep, the tightness had long since faded, leaving only a warm, breath-like sense of presence, as comforting as the lingering sweet dream from last night. Her fingertips traced the familiar path of the ropes, and the turbulent thoughts from the previous evening suddenly settled. A bold idea, one that made her own heart race, took root in her mind like a new sprout in early summer. She had agonized for three whole days, attending classes for a few more days after the weekend. The May Day holiday was drawing closer. She typed and deleted, deleted and typed again in the chat window, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and sent the message to Su Qinghe. [Qinghe, for the May Day holiday, shall we go out and play?] [I want… you to tie me up in advance, a high-tie bind, tied up before we go out, and not untied the whole time.] [And a wearable vibrator, and an invisible gag, I want to try them all.] The moment she sent it, Lin Xi buried her face in the quilt, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would shatter her ribs. She knew too well how outrageous this request was—not in a private, safe room, but outdoors, in public, under the sun, completely surrendering all her secrets and vulnerabilities into her hands. The instant her phone vibrated, Lin Xi trembled all over, like a startled cat. She clutched her phone for a long time, afraid to open the screen. It wasn't until the second vibration that she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and pulled the phone out from under the quilt. There was no teasing, no surprise. Su Qinghe's message came steadily, just like her, always prioritizing her safety and dignity. [Awake?] [I have no problem, but we need to confirm a few things first.] [The gag will be a custom dental retainer type, the mouthpiece will fit snugly, leaving no visible trace from the outside. There will be a straw hole in the middle, so you can drink water without removing it, and it won't be taken off the entire time.] [The vibrator will be a medical-grade silent model, with a remote control range of 50 meters. I'll hold it the whole time and control the settings. If you feel uncomfortable, tap your chest three times with the phone you'll be wearing around your neck. No matter where we are, I'll find a place to untie you immediately, no exceptions.] [The high-tie bind will include underarm fixation, using hemp rope. It will be tight but won't chafe your skin. The knot will have a quick-release mechanism at the bottom, so it can be untied within ten seconds even in an emergency. It can be completely concealed by a loose hoodie, and no one will be able to tell.] [Finally, Lin Xi, I only have one question for you: Have you truly thought this through, or is this just a fleeting impulse?] Lin Xi stared at the words on the screen, her fingertips hovering over it for two seconds. The previous turmoil suddenly calmed. She didn't delete or revise anything. She typed word by word, with conviction: "I've thought it through, Qinghe. I trust you." The moment she sent it, she didn't bury her face in the quilt again. She just clutched her phone, looking at "The other person is typing" at the top of the chat window. Her heart was still racing, but there was a newfound sense of groundedness. The May Day morning was awakened by the warm, soft sunlight. Su Qinghe arrived early, carrying the items she had prepared. She first opened the curtains halfway, letting the sunlight flood the bed, then smiled at Lin Xi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knuckles white from gripping the bedsheet, her fingers tense. "Don't be nervous," Su Qinghe sat beside her, gently touching the back of her hand with her fingertips. She placed the pre-treated hemp rope on Lin Xi's lap. "It's the same rope path you're familiar with. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable." Lin Xi nodded, obediently turned her back to Su Qinghe, and brought her arms behind her, crossing her wrists. Su Qinghe's movements were gentle but carried an undeniable steadiness. The hemp rope wound around her arms, tightening just enough to be secure without chafing. The high-tie knot was tied neatly, and the underarm rope followed the curve of her body. Each rope path felt familiar against her skin. Finally, she tucked the emergency quick-release knot deep within the main knot and lightly touched it through the fabric. "It can be untied in ten seconds, don't worry." Lin Xi softly hummed, her earlobes burning red. She could clearly feel the presence of the knots against her skin, not as a tight restraint, but as a warm, comforting embrace, like Su Qinghe's warm gaze upon her. The subsequent dressing was more secure than she had imagined. When Su Qinghe held out the medical-grade dental retainer, Lin Xi's eyelashes trembled violently. Unlike the previous silicone gags, this looked more like a custom invisible retainer, entirely transparent, with smooth, rounded edges. Su Qinghe held it between her fingertips, her touch cool, and gently cupped Lin Xi's chin. "Open your mouth, relax." Lin Xi obediently opened her mouth, her tongue instinctively retracting. As her teeth touched the smooth mouthpiece, a slight sensation of a foreign object arose, but there was no pressure or soreness in her jaw. Su Qinghe slowly adjusted the position until the mouthpiece fit perfectly against her upper and lower teeth, and gently pressed the edges with her fingertips. "Try biting down, does it feel uncomfortable?" She bit down gently. The mouthpiece fit snugly, and the straw hole in the middle was positioned directly above her tongue, allowing her to breathe without obstruction and preventing any water leakage. Su Qinghe then produced a very thin, transparent straw, inserted it into the hole, and tested the water flow. Satisfied, she nodded. "Alright, you don't need to take it off the whole time. You can drink with this when you're thirsty, and no one will notice." Next was the wearable vibrator. Su Qinghe took out a silicone model with a curved shape that fit snugly against her intimate areas, a very fine protrusion at the tip, and an invisible strap at the bottom. "Medical-grade silicone, waterproof and sweatproof, so silent you can't hear it even if you put your ear right next to it." Her voice, deliberately softened, brushed against Lin Xi's ear, making her earlobes instantly turn crimson. "I'll help you secure it. Just relax." Su Qinghe's fingertips were cool as she gently supported Lin Xi's waist, causing her to lean forward slightly. As the silicone surface of the vibrator pressed against her intimate area, a delicate coolness spread across her skin. Lin Xi instinctively tensed her back, her breathing becoming very light. Su Qinghe's movements were unmistakably gentle as she wrapped the strap around her inner thighs and then to her waist, tightening it just enough to be secure without digging in. The silicone surface of the vibrator pressed firmly against the sensitive flesh, and the fine protrusion at the tip precisely targeted the most sensitive spot. A subtle tingling sensation shot up her spine, causing her to tremble slightly and let out a soft sigh from her nose, which Su Qinghe caught precisely. Su Qinghe's fingertips gently stroked her tense back, a knowing smile on her lips. Her voice was lowered, like a feather brushing against her earlobe. "So sensitive? We can't have you panicking like this when we're out in a crowd later." Lin Xi trembled all over. She wanted to retort but couldn't make a sound. The dental retainer was firmly lodged between her teeth, and only a soft sigh escaped her nostrils, like a kitten's whimper. She could clearly feel Su Qinghe's fingertips slowly sliding down her spine, stopping at the strap on her waist. After gently tugging to confirm it wouldn't shift, Su Qinghe leaned in and whispered in her ear, her breath warm like early summer wind, "Alright, now you're mine." The words sent a jolt of electricity through Lin Xi's limbs. Her body suddenly tensed, her abdomen involuntarily contracting. The high-tie knot instantly dug into her skin, the rough hemp fibers pressing into the soft flesh of her back. There was no pain, only a warm pressure that spread down her spine, colliding with the cool sensation of the vibrator between her legs, causing her muscles to tighten further. Su Qinghe raised her hand and gently rubbed her reddened earlobe. Her fingertips, calloused, brushed against her delicate skin, causing a ticklish sensation. Lin Xi's body tensed, like a drawn bowstring. The high-tie knot dug deeper along the curve of her spine, the hemp rope exerting an irresistible pressure that firmly secured her arms behind her, preventing even the slightest movement to brush away a stray hair. "Wear this," Su Qinghe took out a loose, light gray hooded sweatshirt from the bag she had brought. The hem reached mid-thigh, and she also produced a pair of dark, straight-leg cargo pants. "The pants have a drawstring, which will cover the strap on your waist. Pull up the hoodie, and no one will notice the knot on your back." Lin Xi obediently cooperated in putting on the clothes. Her arms were bound behind her, making her movements clumsy and embarrassing. Her fingertips could barely hook the hem of the shirt, and she relied on Su Qinghe to help pull it down and adjust it. The soft fabric of the hoodie lay against her skin, just covering the bulge of the knot and her bound hands behind her back, leaving only a faint outline. As she moved, the rope and skin rubbed against each other, causing a warm itch. Su Qinghe tightened the drawstring of the cargo pants, positioning it just above the strap on her waist. The silicone surface of the vibrator was pressed even more firmly against her by the fabric, and the fine protrusion at the tip felt alive, gently pressing against the most sensitive flesh.