The nunnery's wails

Ouyang Lian, the director of the psychiatric hospital, took over the institution from his father five years ago at the young age of 25. "Oh! Alright, Sister Yang, don't worry, don't worry. Leave it to me. How about this, 50,000? That way, you'll make a little extra cash, get rid of your big worry, and get some revenge. Okay, call me when it's time." After hanging up, the upward curve of the young and wealthy director's lips revealed his excellent mood. "Xiao Wei, Xiao Mi, get ready. We'll have a guest soon." Ouyang Lian lounged back in his executive chair, leisurely enjoying the massages and leg rubs from two young nurses. "Mmm-hmm." The two nurses, fully focused on serving Ouyang Lian, didn't reply, merely nodding. Although they were nurses at a private psychiatric hospital, their uniforms were similar to those in regular hospitals: pink nurse dresses, pink nurse caps, all proclaiming their noble profession. If there was a difference, it was that their uniforms were a bit more form-fitting. They wore old-fashioned, thick cotton masks, dyed pink. These masks were wider, larger, and thicker than ordinary ones, with straps extending from the four corners to secure them tightly to the nurses' faces. The mouth area of the mask had a slight, barely perceptible bulge. It would take a very close look to notice, and someone unfamiliar might think they were pouting in anger. The two nurses actually had a connection with Ouyang Lian. They were both former campus beauties from his school, the kind whose photos and "five-finger exercises" were the only solace for countless lonely students. However, after graduation, they disappeared for a while. Their classmates couldn't reach them. When they reappeared, they had abandoned their promising futures and offers from major hospitals, becoming ordinary nurses at a psychiatric facility. This was something their classmates never expected. "Focus, or I'll sell you to Africa." Ouyang Lian, still lounging, frowned and glanced down. From his vantage point, it was clear he wasn't directing his anger at the two nurses. But there were only two nurses in the room? The camera panned to Ouyang Lian's back. There, a beautiful, dark-haired woman knelt at Ouyang Lian's crotch, her mouth working him as if she were enjoying an ice pop. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back with a black glove. At the end of the glove, where her fists were forced together, a thin leather strap was attached. The other end of the strap was connected to a buckle under the desk, forcing her hands upward and her back to arch. The glove's strap fastened around her fair shoulders and delicate neck. This simple glove kept the stunning beauty pinned in place, beneath the desk. Of course, the glove only restrained her beneath the desk. Since this was the director's office, someone might enter, and the glove wouldn't prevent her from making noise. So, the camera moved lower. Her legs were forced apart and bound together with restraints. Straps connected to buckles on either side of the desk legs secured her knees, forcing her to kneel with her legs spread wide at the base of the desk. The entire perimeter of the desk was covered in thick blankets, muffling any sounds she might make struggling. The blankets underneath were several inches thick, preventing her knees from deforming from prolonged contact with a hard surface and elevating her position just enough for her lips to attend to Ouyang Lian. Looking further down, her crotch was shamefully clad in an adult diaper. Upon closer inspection, two small bulges were visible in the area of her "secret garden." A faint humming sound and the vibration of these bulges indicated that the beauty was far from relaxed. Her exquisite face was flushed, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead. A plastic gag was stuffed into her cherry lips, stretching them wide. While she could technically close her mouth due to the plastic, human strength was limited. The moment she relaxed, her lips were forced open again. Judging by her complexion, she had just reached a peak of pleasure, likely distracted by it, which led to Ouyang Lian's reprimand. "Mmmph... Ahh..." The beauty closed her eyes, unable to meet Ouyang Lian's gaze, burying her head deeper and sucking with renewed vigor. Ouyang Lian's member was almost down her throat. Her soft, delicate tongue gently licked him. To avoid punishment, she abandoned her dignity, accommodating his member and trying to rectify her earlier mistake. "Mmm, good, progress. I'll let you off this time, my big star." Ouyang Lian lay back comfortably in his executive chair, enjoying the decadent capitalist lifestyle. He recalled her fiery resistance when she was first brought in a little over ten days ago, and the sense of accomplishment he felt at her current docile obedience. Speaking of which, the beauty under the desk was no ordinary person. She was a nationally renowned celebrity in the Dragon Country. Her fame, however, stemmed from her entanglement with a powerful tycoon, becoming his secret mistress. But her insatiable greed, her desire for the tycoon to divorce his wife, and her attempts to blackmail him led to her being sent to Ouyang Lian. He was tasked with taming her into an obedient pet, a qualified canary. The training was almost complete; she would be returned in a few days. Thinking of her ravenous state in bed, Ouyang Lian felt an inexplicable reluctance. "Xiao Mi, I'm thirsty. Bring me some milk." After a while, Ouyang Lian licked his slightly dry lips and spoke to the nurse kneeling on the floor, rubbing his legs. "Mmmph..." Although Xiao Mi wore a mask, her immediate lowering of her head, like an ostrich, indicated her extreme shyness. Her subsequent actions explained why the director's request for milk made her so bashful. Despite her head being bowed in embarrassment, Xiao Mi's movements were swift. She reached up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her nurse's uniform. As soon as the button at her chest was undone, her uniform sprang open. Xiao Mi, already burying her head like an ostrich, lowered it even further. After unbuttoning, her large breasts were not contained by a regular bra, but by X-shaped bandages. The bandages were tightly wrapped around her ample bosom, with the ends secured by a stapler. It was impossible for one person to remove them. However, Xiao Mi, clearly familiar with the process, picked up scissors from the desk and cut directly upwards from the deep cleavage between her breasts. As soon as she finished the last cut, the bandages sprang open, even faster than when the buttons were undone. With a pull, the bandages fell away. The hospital had plenty of bandages, so there was no need to be economical. "Wuwuwu... wuwuwu," her secret garden was continuously invaded. As the cylindrical object deepened, her secret garden became more and more painful, more and more swollen. Xiaoyue's eyes were wide with pain and anger, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from her forehead. Actually, it wasn't as difficult for Ouyang Lian to enter as she had imagined. This was because a couple of days ago, when she was kidnapped by Sister Yang, in order to vent her anger, the two openings of her secret garden had been stuffed with silk scarves. Therefore, she had developed a certain resistance to large toys. Seizing the opportunity, Ouyang Ling used the same method to insert another, slightly thinner cylindrical object into the rear opening of Xiaoyue's secret garden. Xiaoyue was in so much pain that her eyes rolled back. The intense pain in her secret garden almost made her lose consciousness. Otherwise, she wouldn't bother with her, because years of experience told her nothing would happen. She picked up the two new towels, folded them in half, and first took one to cover his secret garden. It covered the base of the two cylindrical objects deeply inserted into her secret garden. Then, she wrapped a bandage around her crotch, tightened it, looped it a few times, pulled it down between her legs, and around her back. She then looped it around her crotch a few more times and brought it to the front through her legs. Each pull was very forceful and tight. The towel laid out underneath was fixed at her secret garden to absorb the [indescribable] that resulted from the toy being too stimulating. The tightened bandage made the two cylindrical objects penetrate even deeper. "Wuwuwu," the muffled sounds of pain were incessant. Although her face was covered with a towel, this only managed to reduce the decibels slightly. The main purpose of the towel was to suppress her breathing and to press the gag in her mouth, making it even harder to spit out. After waiting for this to happen back and forth a couple of times, another towel was placed over the bandage at the secret garden area. The bandage leading to her crotch was pulled down again, securing the second towel at her secret garden as well, and was continuously wrapped. Ouyang Lian only reluctantly used a stapler to fasten the end of the waiting bandage to the crotch of the towel when the entire roll of bandage was used up. Untying the red rope, after experiencing multiple peaks of life. After the torment of the two toys in the golden cup's secret garden, Xiaoyue had no strength left to struggle. The straitjacket was easily put on Xiaoyue. Without untying the short cotton socks that covered her palms, her hands were forcibly inserted into the long sleeves and then crossed and secured at her abdomen. The strap in the middle of the front hem of the garment was also threaded through to the back, tightened, and buckled. A freshly made mental patient was ready. Of course, the towel covering her face immediately revealed that she was not a mental patient, but was playing a game of intimacy or being kidnapped. This is because mental patients are gagged with ball gags. But who could see? Who could save her? Because the equipment was put on, the two women released their hold on Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue lay on the sofa with her legs spread, not daring to move. She lay on the sofa groaning in pain. Her secret garden felt like it was being torn apart. "Wuwuwu." Since she was just being introduced to this near-limit toy, Ouyang Lian had not turned on the vibration mode. However, the static electricity mode that came with the toy was turned on. This mode could prevent the cavity from losing its elasticity due to prolonged stretching. It could even make it more elastic with prolonged use. She picked up the groaning Xiaoyue. "Wuwuwu." As she was picked up, her legs were forced together, and the two large toys pressed even harder. The intense pain made Xiaoyue, who had been holding back her tears, cry profusely again. She pulled open the drawer of the desk and entered a password on a keyboard. "Creak." The bookshelf opened, revealing a small space of 3 cubic meters. Xiaoyue, with a pale face, stared at the small space lined with blankets on all sides. Understanding a little of what Ouyang Lian was about to do, Xiaoyue became even more terrified, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Wuwuwu." "Alright, stop crying, just get a good night's sleep!" Ouyang Lian, standing and talking without pain, confidently wiped away Xiaoyue's tears with a towel. "I'll come find you when I have time. Until you perform better, this is where you will rest." Ignoring Xiaoyue's crying and struggling, she stuffed Xiaoyue into the soft small space. Under these multiple restraints, and in this soft space, even if she wanted to end herself, she couldn't. "Wuwuwu." Xiaoyue, enduring the severe pain in her lower body and the weakness from being busy for so long, slowly stood up, wanting to get out of the space. As she neared the end, the bookshelf closed, and Xiaoyue bumped her head against the soft blanket at the back of the bookshelf. The small space was instantly filled with darkness. Desperate, Xiaoyue lost all her strength and fell to the ground. Her lower body, due to the rapid fall, was plunged into intense pain again, causing Xiaoyue to cry out and lie on the ground with her legs spread. Filled with despair and pain, Xiaoyue wailed. "Wuwuwu." In the endless darkness, only the intense pain from her secret garden, and a trace of pleasure, soothed the injured little beast. " As Lin Yu busied herself with Shangguan Ya's lower half, Hua Xiaoyue naturally took the opportunity to adorn Shangguan Ya's upper body. She unwrapped the stockings from her palms, removed the cloth wads, replaced them with new ones, and then clenched Shangguan Ya's fingers around the wads. She then secured leather gloves over Shangguan Ya's clenched fists, keeping them in that position. The cloth wads in her palms prevented her from injuring herself while struggling. After fitting the gloves, she fastened the hidden clasps at the wrists. Due to the drugs, Shangguan Ya remained compliant, and both her hands were easily fitted with the small gloves. While Lin Yu was still occupied with the slightly more complex task of the bandage thong, Hua Xiaoyue played with Shangguan Ya's breasts, awaiting Lin Yu's next command. Being toyed with by two devilish women, unable to resist, she closed her eyes, her lips unconsciously emitting muffled moans, attempting to enjoy the sensation. After what felt like a long time, Shangguan Ya felt a tightening around her lower body. The "salty pig hands" on her chest also stopped their movements. Since she was lying down and couldn't see what the two devils were doing next, and even if she could, it wouldn't be of any use, she kept her eyes tightly shut, continuing to play the ostrich. Before long, she felt something being put on her feet, and based on years of experience, she guessed they were putting on pantyhose. Her guess was correct, but not entirely. Lin Yu proceeded to put three layers of pantyhose on her delicate feet, and the two women worked together to smooth out the wrinkles before stopping. Her feet felt slightly constricted, but it was entirely bearable. "Is that all?" Shangguan Ya dared not say it aloud, but it didn't stop her from indulging in a mental retort. However, perhaps Lin Yu could read her thoughts, as she then pulled out a pair of black, fleece-lined leggings from the closet. She rolled them up to the ankle area, then fitted them onto Shangguan Ya's delicate feet, and slowly pulled them up. As the rolled fabric was pulled upwards, it gradually clung to Shangguan Ya's legs, and finally to her hips. Shangguan Ya's slender feet, under the multiple layers of wrapping, became slightly fuller, no longer appearing so delicate. "Mmm, ngh," Shangguan Ya felt her lower body being tightly bound as if by an iron net. A faint and extremely uncomfortable moan emanated from the heavy wrapping. Shangguan Ya rummaged through the closet, and after some searching, found a beautiful, white-patterned, long, sleeveless qipao in a vibrant red. She handed it to Lin Yu, who was still ravaging her breasts on the bed. Together, they lifted Shangguan Ya and helped her put it on. Once the dress was on, they could finally restrain her hands, as it would have been inconvenient to bind them earlier. Lin Yu specifically chose a red, single-tube restraint that matched the qipao, twisted Shangguan Ya's hands behind her back, and expertly placed them inside the restraint. This restraint seemed specially designed, with several straps extending from the opening. Lin Yu pulled the straps taut, fastening two to Shangguan Ya's shoulders and two to her chest, further tightening her already ample breasts. Standard leather straps were distributed around her wrists, elbows, and several other points. Lin Yu also tightened and fastened them. Under such rigorous restraint, it would be impossible for the bound person to break free without assistance. Don't ask how Lin Yu knew; she was a seasoned expert from long practice. After locking the last strap, Lin Yu took out a small, brownish-red glass bottle she had prepared. She yanked down the towel covering Shangguan Ya's face, along with the one soaked in sleeping drugs, opened the bottle, and held it under Shangguan Ya's nose. The pungent smell of the medicine made Shangguan Ya's eyes water. "This is the antidote, though the smell isn't great," Lin Yu said, closing the lid after Shangguan Ya inhaled the antidote. She then quickly put a sound-dampening nose plug and a large gag covering her face and neck. Finally, she put on bright, long, high-heeled shoes. The heels were a full 17cm long, forcing Shangguan Ya's feet straight, so that walking would be on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer with every step. The shoes were custom-made, and because Shangguan Ya's lower body had become swollen from wearing so many layers of stockings, it took considerable effort for the two of them to put them on. Calculating the time, the drug's effects were about to wear off. The two women helped Shangguan Ya, who was covered entirely in red and wrapped like a gift, to another location. With every step, her entire weight pressed down on her tender toes. The high heels made it very difficult to maintain balance; without their support, she would have fallen long ago. Soon, the three arrived in a room where a millstone was installed in the center. It wasn't too large, as it would have been too heavy to move otherwise. Seeing the millstone, Shangguan Ya seemed to understand something. Her steps became a little resistant, but how could she resist two people? "Good daughter, you wasted so much food this morning, clearly not understanding the hardships of the farmers. Today, I'll let you experience it a little, so you won't dare waste food again," Lin Yu said, pointing to the millstone in the center of the room. Her eyes, now equipped with a special sound-dampening device, were filled with terror. She couldn't utter a sound, shaking her head in fear, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably. "Don't get agitated, good daughter. What are you shaking for? Are you in such a hurry to experience the life of a farmer?" Lin Yu chuckled, covering her mouth. "I've also had the pleasure of experiencing it a few times. It really feels quite good. Come, don't rush. Put this on first; it's to protect you from being pulled too hard." Lin Yu had Hua Xiaoyue hold down the struggling Shangguan Ya while she took a small blanket from the room's storage cabinet and wrapped it around Shangguan Ya's abdomen, securing it with several cloth ties left at the end. Soft towels were also wrapped around her shoulders and inner thighs. The towels had adhesive strips at the ends, so they could be directly attached without needing to be secured. The two women pulled Shangguan Ya to the millstone and fastened the straps on the handle to the pre-padded areas on her abdomen, hips, inner thighs, and shoulders. "Here, good daughter, put this on. This was very popular decades ago," a common floral headscarf was wrapped around Shangguan Ya's head, though it had fine fleece lining inside. Lin Yu also deliberately pulled the front edge of the headscarf down to cover Shangguan Ya's eyes. While this didn't completely blind her, she could still see her feet. However, considering the thick towel wrapped around her face, the view was limited to a mere slit. "Pull it quickly, don't dawdle. I'm going to cure your lazy temper today," Lin Yu pressed a button on her hand. "Hurry up." "Mmm~ Ugh," Shangguan Ya's body trembled. The two rods in her secret garden, which had been vibrating gently and working quietly, along with the stationary, thinnest rod, suddenly sent an electric current through her. Her most sensitive area was treated this way; not only was it painful, but for a moment, Shangguan Ya felt like she was about to lose control of her bladder and bowels. If the opening hadn't been blocked, given the uncontrollable sensation in her lower body just now, she suspected she would have become a "sprayer" right then and there. Now, she instinctively wanted to squat down to relieve herself, but the straps on the millstone's handle wouldn't allow it. The heavy sound dampening prevented her from making even a whimper. Her nose stung slightly, and tear after tear was absorbed by the towel wrapped around her face. "Faster," as the words fell, another electric current pulsed through the three rods. "Ugh~ Ughh," the beauty trembled violently, twisting her delicate body helplessly, struggling to take a step forward. "Where am I?" Zhang Xiaomin's head throbbed as she struggled to open her eyes. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound of confusion. Her mouth felt completely stretched open, as if stuffed with something. No, it wasn't just a feeling; fabric was indeed packed tightly inside, and something was also constricting her face. The gag was shoved deep, almost reaching her throat. A gag reflex urged Zhang Xiaomin's tongue to push against the obstruction, but she found that with her mouth sealed so tightly, her tender tongue was completely immobilized, unable to dislodge the gag. A sudden realization sent a chill down her spine, her pores tightening. She instinctively looked down and saw a pink strip of cloth, likely a towel, tied around her face. No wonder she couldn't spit out the gag earlier. "Am I kidnapped?" The thought echoed in Zhang Xiaomin's mind. "Who would dare kidnap a police chief?" She recalled passing a small alleyway yesterday, then a sudden blow to the back of her head, and then nothing. The beautiful detective chief frowned, sifting through potential suspects with the motive and means. She couldn't pinpoint the culprit. "Mmmph~" Since she couldn't figure it out, she decided to observe her surroundings. The more she looked, the more panicked she became. The room was filled with various instruments: a wooden horse, a crucifix, and most terrifyingly, something resembling a rocking horse from her childhood. Were those two thick wooden poles at the seat meant to be there? The walls were adorned with whips, handcuffs, and other dreadful implements. Seeing these shameful tools, Zhang Xiaomin broke out in a cold sweat, a slight tremor in her moans. Despite being a detective chief, few women could remain calm in such a situation. Her hands were tied above her head with ropes, likely to prevent her from reaching and untying herself. They were secured tightly, leaving no room for movement. Her legs, however, were different. Perhaps out of some twisted amusement, or because the bed was too small, her ankles and knees were bound but allowed for slight movement. "Wait..." Zhang Xiaomin noticed something amiss and looked up again. She saw her bare feet. She remembered wearing stockings yesterday. A cool breeze touched her "secret garden" as she struggled, and the friction of the towel against her chest confirmed her naked state. The only covering was a light, pink bath towel draped over her. Driven by female instinct, the beautiful detective chief's struggles slightly lessened. After an unknown period, the room door creaked open, and someone entered. Zhang Xiaomin turned her head to look. A woman dressed in a white kimono embroidered with pink cherry blossoms, in traditional Japanese attire, wearing wooden geta sandals over white socks, walked towards her with small, seemingly quick but actually slow steps. Her hips swayed rapidly with each step, exuding a strange allure. The detective chief suspected the woman's thighs might be immobile, explaining her peculiar gait. The sharp-eyed detective chief's observation was accurate; beneath the Eastern beauty's heavy kimono, her knees were tightly wrapped in bandages, rendering her thighs immobile. As the Eastern beauty drew closer, her figure became clearer. She wore a white, cherry-blossom-embroidered veil, similar to her kimono. What puzzled Zhang Xiaomin most was that despite the sweltering heat of over 30 degrees Celsius, the woman wore a thick, white, fluffy scarf that looked incredibly warm. Red characters were embroidered on the end of the scarf. As the woman approached, the characters became clearer: "Abe Nagi." It seemed to be the woman's name. Zhang Xiaomin's mind flashed back to popular science articles and historical dramas where concubines wore scarves around their necks embroidered with their names, as the emperor couldn't possibly remember them all. If this woman was wearing the scarf for the same reason, heaven help her, what powerful organization had she fallen into? Could she ever return? However, remembering her stable job, she knew her disappearance would be noticed quickly, giving her a slim chance of escape. The thought of her identity brought a slight sense of relief. Wait, Abe Nagi. A piece of information surfaced in Zhang Xiaomin's mind. A month ago, the Prime Minister of the "Plaster Country" (a derogatory term for Japan), Abe Kenzō, was assassinated. On that joyous occasion, Zhang Xiaomin had couldn't resist looking up information about the despised Prime Minister in China. She found an entry that read: "Abe Nagi, female, 27 years old, mysteriously disappeared two years ago. Prior to that, she was arranged to marry the Prince of the 'Plaster Country.' She disappeared the night before the engagement. The possibility of her fleeing the marriage is not ruled out." An accompanying picture showed the beautiful woman in the cherry-blossom-embroidered white kimono. Her lovely face possessed the gentle beauty of traditional Japanese women, but her lively, cunning eyes suggested she was quite mischievous. At the time, Zhang Xiaomin had felt pity for such a beautiful woman and admired the lucky "pig hoof" who managed to convince such a stunning woman to abandon worldly affairs and elope with him. The detective chief glanced at the Eastern beauty's eyes. Although her watery eyes were beautiful, they lacked the cunning liveliness of the picture. Her dark eyes were filled with obedience and allure. It must be a different person with the same name, she reassured herself repeatedly. "Miss Zhang, please forgive me," a clear, melodious voice, like a warbler's song, but slightly muffled as if wrapped in thick fabric, came from beneath the veil. The Eastern beauty bowed 90 degrees. As she bent, the veil also drooped. The sharp-eyed Zhang Xiaomin saw a layer of white towel wrapped behind the veil, confirming her suspicion. The Eastern beauty then took small steps towards Zhang Xiaomin's thighs and lifted the bath towel covering her "secret garden." The dense "black forest" was exposed to the air and the Eastern beauty's eyes. The beauty knelt down, preparing to insert the instrument, connected to a tube, into the two openings of the beauty's "secret garden." "Mmmph~" She had never been touched so intimately in such a private area by anyone, let alone having never had a boyfriend. Before anything could happen, she struggled fiercely. After all, her lower body wasn't bound very tightly, which interrupted the Eastern beauty's work. After several attempts, she couldn't safely insert the instrument. Seeing this, the Eastern beauty slowly stood up, took small steps, and retrieved a multi-tailed whip from the wall. "Please forgive me," the beauty bowed again. "Miss Zhang, if you come to your senses and cooperate, blink your right eye three times. After all, I am only here to help you thoroughly cleanse your body. This is for your own good." With that, she raised the multi-tailed whip and struck the tender flesh of the beauty's inner thighs. "Ugh~ Mmmph~ Mmmph~" The pain shot through the detective chief's head. She tried to close her legs to avoid the torture, but the ropes on her knees held her back. Although her lower body was loosely restrained, the upper restraints kept her thighs spread apart. The advantage of a segmented whip was that it inflicted pain without leaving marks, perhaps only slight redness and swelling. After whipping the inner thighs for a while and finding the woman unyielding, the Eastern beauty shifted her position and struck the most sensitive part of the "secret garden." "Mmm~ Mmmph~" A burning pain shot through her lower body, accompanied by a strange stimulation. She couldn't stop it. The detective chief frowned in pain, biting down on the gag to endure. For several minutes, the beauty's "secret garden" visibly became engorged and swollen. With the rhythmic strikes of the whip, sticky fluid uncontrollably flowed from the front opening, wetting the whip. It could be said that every strike was accompanied by a gush of fluid. "Mmmph~ Mmmph~ Mmmph~" The uncontrollable flow from the front opening was the last straw. Zhang Xiaomin finally surrendered. She blinked her right eye three times, her vision already blurred by tears. The Eastern beauty, who had been observing the detective chief, stopped swinging. She put down the whip and knelt, completing her task. Gently parting the beauty's legs, she fully exposed her "secret garden." The shadow of the recent chastisement made Zhang Xiaomin dare not resist, nor did she mind the sticky residue. Two fingers gently parted the plump, engorged "abalone" that was already red and swollen from the torment. The cool fingers touched the "abalone," which was hot and flushed from engorgement, slightly alleviating the burning pain in her lower body. She still couldn't adapt to the intrusion of foreign objects, and as the fingers parted, tearing at the wound, Zhang Xiaomin couldn't help but gasp. She wanted to close her legs and resist, but the previous chastisement forced her to endure the strange sensation, letting out a hazy moan. Then, she felt something cool and slender penetrate her "drainage port." At a certain depth, it began to slowly enlarge until she felt a tearing sensation, and then it stopped. Next, her rear opening received similar treatment. This machine was a new model used to cleanse the internal body of women. Initially soft and thin, it caused minimal pain during [X_X]. Once in position, it would slowly enlarge. The machine would automatically sense the pressure and stop expanding when it reached the optimal point. Then, it would automatically release cleaning fluid and repeat the process eight times, ensuring the final output was clean and even fragrant. As the enema fluid was continuously pumped in, Zhang Xiaomin already regretted it. Although the restraints weren't as tight, the fixed machine was beyond her ability to dislodge with her limited movements. Her writhing body only brought more intense tearing pain in her lower body and muffled cries. Thus, it took a full half-hour to completely empty Zhang Xiaomin's body of waste. Because of the thorough cleansing, the enema fluid caused considerable pain as it remained inside her body. Furthermore, another machine was connected to the person's "drainage port." When water was poured in, especially when it was full, it created an intense urge to urinate, but she couldn't, leading to a feeling of fullness and panic. In short, it was extremely uncomfortable. The sight of the detective chief, covered in sweat and with eyes swollen from crying, was proof enough. When the machine stopped operating, Abe Nagi retracted the rod, which had been inserted into the detective chief's body, after shrinking it, and then removed it. She took out a pre-prepared white ointment and evenly applied it to the beauty's inner thighs and the three openings and walls of her "secret garden." This ointment was highly effective for various external wounds but caused the treated skin to become extremely sensitive. While promoting wound healing, it accelerated cell division, leading to intense itching. The beautiful detective, unaware of this, felt a cool [X_X] from her "secret garden." The burning pain from the whipping on her lower body was instantly relieved. She lay on the bed, eyes closed, in comfort.