The Phantom Thief Who Offers Herself Bound

"No, that doesn't sound like a guard's footsteps. It sounds like high heels." The distinct *tap-tap-tap* of heels on the ground was unmistakable to Amane. She struggled to turn her head and saw an unexpected figure. Standing before Amane was a sharp, capable beauty in a women's suit, clad in black pantyhose and heels, which made her appear even taller. Amane recognized this striking woman. "Is... is that you? Curator Michiko." This tall, capable beauty was indeed the museum's curator, Michiko, but her usually exquisite face was contorted with disbelief. Michiko swallowed nervously as she looked at the thief lying on the ground, who still had the energy to speak to her. "Th-this is the Phantom Thief Catwoman?" Michiko cautiously approached Amane, who was sprawled on the floor. She knew the tranquilizer she'd prepared was enough to take down an elephant. But the girl on the ground... Yes, upon getting closer, Michiko finally saw that the Phantom Thief Catwoman, who had made countless wealthy merchants and nobles grit their teeth in anger, was merely a young girl. Transformed into the Phantom Thief Catwoman, Amane wore a pure white, sleeveless, floor-length dress. Openings under her arms revealed the girl's smooth, rounded shoulders and delicate underarms. Her fair arms were encased in long, gradient blue-black gloves, adorned with tiny gems that sparkled like starlight. The dress flowed downwards from her upper body, cinched at the waist by a black belt, emphasizing her slender figure and making the skirt that bloomed from her waist appear even more pristine. In stark contrast to the skirt were the blue-black thigh-high boots on her legs, the tops of which hugged her thighs. The blue-black of the boot tops, the pale flesh of her legs, and the swaying hem of her skirt formed an alluring "absolute territory." Her feet, encased in the heeled boots, twitched subconsciously, and her gloved hands strained to push herself up. However, the paralysis spreading through her body prevented Amane from struggling, and after a few attempts, she resigned herself to lying on the ground, her masked eyes fixed on Michiko. Michiko also noticed Amane's gaze. She wore a blue and gold patterned eye mask, the kind one might wear to a masquerade ball. The mask covered only a portion of the area around her eyes, rendering her face unremarkable. A single teardrop-shaped gem was set in the center of the mask, emitting a faint glow. Long white hair cascaded from either side of the mask, mingling with a cape that the girl had pressed beneath her. If not for the circumstances, one might have mistaken this girl for a cosplay-loving student. But Michiko felt a chill of fear. This girl was undoubtedly the Phantom Thief Catwoman, yet she had inhaled such a massive dose of tranquilizer and not only remained conscious but still had the strength to struggle. Michiko was at a loss for words, only daring to approach Amane cautiously. After her struggles, Amane realized the tranquilizer's effects were indeed potent, rendering her temporarily unable to move freely. However, the gem on her brow continued to glow, helping Amane adapt to the changes in her body as quickly as possible. As long as she could endure this period, she could escape even if captured. With this thought, Amane looked up and met Michiko's gaze. Meeting Amane's eyes, Michiko shivered involuntarily. She swallowed and asked cautiously, "You... you are? The Phantom Thief Catwoman?" Hearing Michiko's question, Amane let out a soft huff and turned her head away. However, her attitude said it all. Seeing this, Michiko boldly took two steps closer and looked down at Amane. "I never expected that this kind of trap could actually catch the Phantom Thief Catwoman." "Alright, since you've caught me, what do you plan to do with me now?" Amane wanted to know what else Michiko had in store after setting this trap. "I... this..." Hearing Amane's question, Michiko hesitated, seemingly afraid to voice her next move. Her cautious demeanor struck Amane as amusing. "What? Didn't you set a trap specifically to catch me? Now that I'm incapacitated, you're too scared to act?" Michiko swallowed nervously. "I... I also didn't expect you to still be conscious and able to struggle after inhaling that much tranquilizer. I... this..." Amane's condition was far beyond Michiko's expectations, making her quite nervous. Hearing this, Amane chuckled inwardly. "With my transformed strength and magic, the effects of this tranquilizer have been minimized. It's no wonder she's so shocked. However, conversing with her can buy me more time." With this thought, Amane pressed on. "So, what you're saying is, if I had truly been knocked out by the tranquilizer, you would have had a plan for what to do next?" "This..." Michiko swallowed, her face etched with a conflicted expression, as if hesitant to continue. Seeing her reaction, Amane became curious. "You really prepared a plan for after you tranquilized me?" Michiko nodded eagerly. "That's right. My original plan was to tie you up and hand you over to the police after tranquilizing you. I was also worried you might be good at escaping restraints, so I prepared a lot of special binding tools – the kind you absolutely couldn't escape from." "Oh, is that so." Amane seemed unconcerned by Michiko's planned course of action. No matter how secure the bindings, they would be useless against her. Once she recovered her strength and her body could move freely, she could use magic to transform into a formless shadow. Even the tightest bindings couldn't hold a shadow. Therefore, Amane wasn't worried about being tied up at all. Instead, she proactively said, "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you tie me up now and take me to the police? You know the tranquilizer didn't affect me much, right? If you haven't finished tying me up by the time I recover, won't all your efforts be in vain?" Following those jade breasts down was Tian Yin's slender, well-proportioned waist. As the phantom thief Catwoman, Tian Yin's abdomen was firm and elastic, her rounded, perky jade buttocks giving way to a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs and delicate, exquisite jade feet. "Gulp~~" Looking at the completely stripped-bare delicate body beneath her, Michiko couldn't help but swallow. A flicker of excitement crossed her mind. "I've really struck gold this time. Look at this figure, so alluringly developed, at the most tempting age for a girl. This phantom thief is indeed worthy of being my collection." Although Michiko was incredibly excited in her mind, she suppressed the emotion well. Only a strange excitement showed in her eyes, which Tian Yin interpreted as the thrill of having captured the phantom thief Catwoman with her own hands. Seeing her expression, Tian Yin let out a soft huff. "These people truly hate me. Seeing how many restraint tools she prepared and the specialized anesthetic traps she set, it's only natural she'd be excited after catching me. Perhaps after tying me up, she'll take pictures of my various embarrassing moments to show off, even displaying me as a completely inescapable flesh slave and trophy to flaunt her prowess among the nobility." As the phantom thief Catwoman who danced freely in the night, Tian Yin was all too familiar with the hidden darkness of these nobles and wealthy merchants. Therefore, she didn't pay much mind to Michiko's expression after capturing her. The initial disbelief and unease, the arrogance after confirming her incapacitation, the anger after being refuted, and now the excitement of personally binding her – it was all within Tian Yin's expectations. "Just be happy now. You'll cry when the anesthetic wears off." Thinking this, Tian Yin allowed Michiko to cut away her clothes, not just the short skirt that allowed for easy movement but also her intimate undergarments. Even the stockings and high heels on Tian Yin's feet were removed, leaving Tian Yin naked on the cold floor. The coolness beneath her made Tian Yin's body tremble slightly, but her attention soon shifted to the ropes in Michiko's hands. Michiko flipped Tian Yin over to lie on the floor, and with that, twisted Tian Yin's arms behind her back. Tian Yin's arms were slender and soft, her delicate fingers youthful and fair, looking quite refined, not at all like a phantom thief who walked in the dark night. However, Michiko showed no tenderness. After twisting Tian Yin's arms together behind her back, she picked up the rope and began to bind her wrists. An eight-shaped loop of rope was tied and wound around Tian Yin's wrists, the rope also passing between her wrists to tighten the binding. After binding her wrists, more rope followed upwards along Tian Yin's arms. Her forearms, from the wrists to just below the elbows, were bound with four sets of rope loops by Michiko. As the last loop was tightened above Tian Yin's elbows, her forearms were tightly bound together by a total of six loops. This binding forced Tian Yin's arms into a straight line, her arms pressed tightly together, even her elbows forced to remain close. "Mmm~ So tight~" The restrictive sensation from her arms caused Tian Yin to let out a groan of discomfort. She had never experienced such meticulous restraint. She had initially thought Michiko brought out so many ropes and restraints to scare her. In Tian Yin's imagination, binding would only involve ropes around her joints and body. Who knew Michiko would use so much rope just to bind her arms? Under these ropes, Tian Yin's arms were squeezed unevenly, her fair arm muscles bulging from the gaps in the ropes, making her arms look lumpy. What Tian Yin didn't expect, however, was that the binding on her arms was far from over. With her arms behind her back and unable to turn her head, she could only feel with her fingers as Michiko held her palms, slowly spreading them open. Due to the restraint on her arms, Tian Yin's wrists were held close together, and her spread palms naturally came into contact. Michiko first placed a few slightly elastic small balls into Tian Yin's palms. "What is that?" The foreign sensation in her palms made Tian Yin's fingers tremble slightly as she tried to push the foreign objects out. But soon, Michiko began to bind her fingers with rope. She bound them very meticulously, tying rope loops around each of Tian Yin's finger joints and knuckles. Each of Tian Yin's fingers was tied together with thin ropes. Under this binding, Tian Yin's fingers were forced to stay together, her finger pads pressing against each other. Even twitching her palms was futile, and naturally, she couldn't fling the small balls between her palms out. Not only that, but under the pressure of her palms, the small balls began to melt. A sticky, gooey sensation flowed along Tian Yin's palms and the gaps between her fingers. It turned out those small balls were adhesive. To prevent this adhesive from flowing out and being wasted through the gaps in Tian Yin's fingers, Michiko immediately took out a roll of silver tape and began to wrap Tian Yin's palms. The tape was carefully wound, layer by layer, starting from Tian Yin's fingertips and moving upwards to her wrists, completely encasing her palms in silver and sealing the sticky liquid within. "This~ This kind of thing!" The tight restraint on her palms made Tian Yin's fingers tremble. "It seems she truly fears my identity as a phantom thief, using such meticulous restraints to wrap my hands. This way, no matter how exquisite my escape skills, they won't be usable, right?" After a bout of trembling and struggling, Tian Yin found that the feeling of restraint on her hands had not loosened in the slightest. She could only complain inwardly. However, after her complaints, Tian Yin didn't take this restraint to heart. "As soon as the anesthetic wears off and my magic recovers, these bindings will be nothing more than a wave of my hand." With this thought, Tian Yin relaxed her body, allowing Michiko to continue binding her hands. Indeed, after wrapping Tian Yin's palms with silver tape, Michiko took out a very narrow finger-binding glove and put it on Tian Yin's hands. It was fortunate that Tian Yin's palms were already bound together by ropes and tape, leaving no gap between them, so the tight glove could barely fit onto Tian Yin's hands. Once the opening of the restraint glove was locked at her wrists, Tian Yin felt the wrapping on the outside of her hands become even tighter. Her fingers were now completely immobile, only able to remain pressed together in her palms under the heavy restraint, hanging quietly by her buttocks. The second vibrator was next, and Amane hadn't even adjusted to the foreign sensation of the first one when Michiko shoved the second one inside her. Michiko continued to insert vibrators while also probing her wet flesh. "Nngh~~ No~~" The cold vibrator and Michiko's fingers once again invaded her body, eliciting a pained moan from Amane. As the second vibrator was pushed deep into Amane's honey hole, it also pushed the first one even deeper, undoubtedly intensifying Amane's agony. Then, a total of five vibrators were inserted into Amane's honey hole one after another by Michiko. These vibrators squeezed and bumped against each other, eventually all pushing towards the depths of Amane's honey hole. The first vibrator inserted even reached Amane's cervix, and the stimulation caused Amane's eyes to widen as she let out uncontrollable moans. Several minutes passed before Amane's trembling and moans subsided. She gasped for air, trying to alleviate the pain in her honey hole, and glared at Michiko, cursing, "You~ You pervert~ You're not a museum director, are you? Otherwise, how would you~ would you have prepared something like this?" The foreign sensation in her crotch caused Amane's delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. If her arms were free, Amane would have immediately inserted her fingers into her honey hole to try and dig out the vibrators. But now, she could only lie on the ground helplessly, moaning in pain while instinctively tightening her honey hole to squeeze the vibrators within her, trying to push them out. However, Amane's struggle was thwarted by another item in Michiko's hand. The gem-carved dildo was already pressed against the entrance of Amane's honey hole. The sensation in her crotch made Amane's eyes widen as she issued a seductive warning, "You, you can't insert that thing, you~ If you dare to insert it, I~ I will never forgive you-oooooh!!" "You won't forgive me?" Michiko sneered, parting Amane's petals with her fingers and slowly inserting the gem dildo into Amane's honey hole. Amidst Amane's increasingly seductive moans, she taunted, "Then hurry up and struggle." "Ahhh~~ Too big-oooooh~~ No~~" The thick gem dildo penetrated Amane's honey hole. With each inch it advanced, it pushed aside Amane's tightened flesh. The surface of the gem dildo was covered in spiral-shaped protrusions. As Michiko inserted the dildo into Amane's body, she deliberately rotated it, causing the spirals to churn back and forth within Amane's honey hole, stimulating her to moan louder and louder. "Then~~ Don't rotate it-oooooh~~ Go in-ahhh~~" Only when the entire dildo was completely submerged in Amane's honey hole did Michiko stop her movements, leaving Amane to moan alone. At the end of the dildo, where Amane couldn't see, a verdant clock rune briefly appeared on the cylindrical cross-section before vanishing. Seeing the clock rune dissipate, Michiko's lips curved into a smile, and her hands continued to move as she picked up the next item and began to insert it into Amane's lower body. "Ah~ Wh~ What is that~~" Amane felt an instinctive unease upon seeing the item in Michiko's hand. It was a slender gem rod, and Amane couldn't imagine where it would be used on her body. It wasn't until Michiko precisely parted her petals and aimed one end of the gem rod at her urethral opening that Amane felt panic. "Wait~ Th~ There too~ What are you doing there!?" Amane realized Michiko's intention and understood that the object was a urethral plug. This kind of item went beyond preparations for capture; it seemed designed for humiliation and torture. But Michiko merely sneered, parting Amane's urethral opening and taunting, "By now, you should understand the purpose of this thing." With that, she slowly inserted the gem urethral plug. "There-oooooh~~" Her urethra, never before invaded by a foreign object, was now being filled by the cold gem urethral plug. The coolness caused Amane's urethra to instinctively tighten, but this tightening hindered the insertion of the plug, making the process of it pushing aside her tender flesh more difficult and the pain it brought as it entered Amane's body more extreme. "Eeeeee-pull it out-oooooh~~" Michiko's rough movements turned Amane's pained moans into uncontrollable shrieks, but no matter how much she moaned, she couldn't stop the urethral plug from being fully inserted into her body. When Michiko removed her hand from Amane's urethral opening, Amane's thighs were already twitching uncontrollably from pain and pleasure. Her eyes were filled with agony, and her full, tender lips parted slightly, emitting rapid breaths. Amane's posture amused Michiko. She reached out and gently pressed on Amane's lower abdomen, her palm able to feel the hard gem dildo inside Amane's body even through her abdomen. "Ooooh~~ Quick~ Take it out~ Ah~~" Michiko's actions caused Amane's abdomen to twitch again, which only made Michiko's smile widen. "Catwoman, in essence, is just a girl." "This... this is too tight." Amane hadn't expected Michiko to prepare such terrifying restraints. What filled her with even more dread was when Amane looked down and saw that only a third of the bandages at her feet had been used. A worried thought surged through her mind, "Could it be? Are all these bandages going to be used on me? No... that can't be right?" Just as Amane feared, all the bandages Michiko had prepared were meant for her. The first layer of bandages was wrapped up to her neck, pressing the rope noose beneath it. Then, Michiko unfurled new bandages and began wrapping downwards from her neck. This layer further tightened her already bandaged collarbones, breasts, waist, and buttocks. Simultaneously, this layer of bandages pressed her arms tightly against her body. The restraint on her back made Amane wince in pain and let out a soft cry. But there were more bandages, extending all the way down Amane's thighs. Her bound legs, pressed-together knees, and taut insteps were all snugly wrapped by this layer of bandages. Then, amidst Amane's cries of pain, the third layer of bandages began wrapping upwards from her toes. A total of three layers of bandages completely encased Amane's body in layers of restraint. Underneath these bandages and the lower restraints and ropes, Amane's legs felt as if they had fused together, utterly inseparable. Her waist was cinched even more slender, while her full buttocks and perky breasts appeared even rounder and more shapely under the bandages. "Ugh... so... so tight..." Amane couldn't move at all. The restraints on her body made her vision blur. At this point, Amane's entire body was covered in thick bandages. Forget about moving her hands or bending her knees to struggle; she couldn't even bend any of her joints. The only freedom she had was her slightly swaying head. If the bodyguard behind her were to let go, she would fall straight to the ground. "Ugh... is it necessary... to be this tight..." The restraints on her body made Amane gasp, her chest and waist constricted, causing her lips to part involuntarily and her breath to hitch. At this moment, Michiko grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open. "Ugh..." Michiko's rough action made Amane instinctively try to shake her head and pull away, but her entire body was wrapped, leaving only her neck with slight mobility. Amane couldn't dodge Michiko's hand and could only watch as Michiko took out several bandages and stuffed them, one after another, into her gasping lips. As more and more bandages were stuffed in, Amane felt her tongue being pressed down, her cheeks pushed outwards by the fullness. The sensation made her instinctively gag, wanting to spit out the bandages. But before she could expel them, Michiko took out a bandage and wrapped it around her lips, sealing the bandages inside her mouth. "Mmmphh!!" The restraint in her mouth made Amane emit pained whimpers. Her tongue twitched, and her lips contorted, trying to push the bandages out of her mouth. But Michiko unfurled new bandages and began wrapping her cheeks and jaw. The tightness around her lips and cheeks made Amane's gasps even more helpless. Her small mouth, completely stuffed with bandages, couldn't express her displeasure, leaving her no choice but to let Michiko seal her lips completely. When the final loop of bandages was tied tightly at the back of Amane's head, Michiko let out a long sigh and stopped, admiring the nearly completely encased body before her. The pitiable Amane stared wide-eyed at Michiko, her body tensing. Even under such tight wrapping, her legs twitched slightly, and her chest rose and fell with difficulty. The bandages around her chest and abdomen made her upper body more prominent, but also made every breath Amane took incredibly difficult. At this point, she was actually grateful that her nose wasn't bandaged. She couldn't imagine what would happen if her nostrils were also covered. Even so, she had now become a "bandage beauty," writhing helplessly in the bodyguard's arms. Seeing Amane's state, Michiko sneered and reached out to cup Amane's bandaged cheeks. "How is it, Phantom Catwoman? Wrapped up like this, I don't see how you can escape now." "Mmphh! Don't underestimate me!" Amane's muffled sounds conveyed a hint of defiance. Michiko couldn't understand her words, but the meaning in Amane's eyes made her chuckle lightly. "You're so confident you can escape? Alright, then let's see how you'll handle the next restraint." As she spoke, she unfurled the next item in her hand. "Mmphh?! What is that?" Amane looked at Michiko in surprise as she unfurled a stocking. "Haven't I already been wrapped up? My legs are bound so tightly, why is she putting stockings on me?" Amidst Amane's astonishment, the bodyguard grabbed her body and pulled her up from the ground, lifting her feet off the floor to make it easier for Michiko to put the stocking on Amane's legs. "Mmphh! What is this? Don't... don't put any more on!" As the stocking spread over her legs, Amane realized it was a single thigh-high stocking with a very long shaft. The entire stocking, in Michiko's hands, gradually extended upwards, encasing Amane's bandaged body once more. Michiko pulled the stocking opening upwards and introduced it to Amane. "As I said earlier, wrapping your body with bandages is to press all the ropes and restraints underneath, making it impossible for you to untie any knots or buckles. But bandages can also be rubbed loose, so this stocking is a new safeguard. It's made of a special material. Once this material maintains a certain shape for a long time without changing, it gradually hardens and will no longer deform. Do you understand what that means?" As she lowered her head, Michiko had already cupped her chin, forcing Amane to meet her gaze. Seeing the terror in Amane's eyes, Michiko's face broke into a triumphant smile. "Wonderful, just that expression. Phantom Thief Catwoman, it seems you can't escape now." "Mmm-hmm-hmm! No way~~ I definitely~~ mmm-hmm-hmm!!" As her consciousness returned, the restraints on her lower body continued to tease Amane's body, threatening to overwhelm her hard-won clarity with pleasure. But this time, a thought that filled her with despair surged through her mind. "No? Could it be!" Michiko watched the growing fear in Amane's eyes, savoring her desperate expression as she explained, "That's right. I know you have a magic that can turn you into a shadow and escape, don't you? But I have my own magic. Do you see the temporal array on your body? The devices inserted into your lower body are carved from magic gems. Every minute, they will reset your state, and simultaneously reset all your restraints. Do you understand what that means?" "Mmm!! You mean!? How can! How can you do this!!" Amane's eyes widened by degrees. Though Michiko held her face, preventing her from looking down, her gaze still managed to dart downwards. The array of light in her sight grew brighter and brighter, its magical glow reflecting the despair in her eyes. "Resetting all restraints every minute means that unless I break free from all bonds within one minute, my struggles will be in vain?! Resetting my state! That means!!" Just as Amane grasped the terrifying nature of this magic array, the pleasure from her lower body once again consumed her mind, causing her to roll her eyes and cry out. Only half a minute had passed since Amane had regained consciousness. This time, the stimulation from the devices made her writhe more violently, painful moans escaping her nostrils. If not for the bodyguards holding her, Amane would have likely thrashed on the ground in her tightly bound state. Such intense reactions made her body instinctively crave another climax. But just then, the second hand swept past again, and magic washed over Amane's body, brutally cutting off her climax and restoring her to full awareness. "Mmm-hmm-hmm!!" Amane, now fully conscious again, finally understood her predicament. "How could this be? No! I have to endure the stimulation below and quickly cast my magic!!" Though she desperately wanted to suppress the pleasure and cast her magic to escape, the overwhelming sensations made it impossible for Amane to concentrate. And if she couldn't escape within a minute, Amane would be bound in this cycle of despair. Seeing the anxiety in Amane's eyes as she regained consciousness, Michiko continued to cup her face, extending a new device towards her, and sneered. "I know the essence of your magic. It can transform you into an invisible shadow. If you truly become a shadow, no restraint, no matter how tight, can hold you." "Mmm-hmm-hmm!!" This magic was Amane's greatest reliance. Tonight, Michiko's bindings on Amane were tight, but Amane had always acted indifferently, allowing herself to be bound. But now, with her magic interfered with, Amane found it difficult to concentrate and cast her spell, thus unable to escape these restraints. Amane thought this was despair enough, but Michiko's words plunged her into even deeper darkness. "My magic can let you enjoy a climax that will never arrive, and your consciousness and body will be reset to just before the climax. So even if you try to adapt to the stimulation, every minute you'll have to re-focus your mind, and with your increasingly sensitive body, endure the pleasure all over again, and cast your magic under these circumstances. Honestly, this level of restriction is enough. But I don't think it's foolproof enough." "Mmm-hmm-hmm!!" Amane didn't understand what Michiko was saying. "Is there even more terrifying bondage?" But before she could ponder it, a new wave of pleasure washed over her consciousness, causing her eyes to roll back. In a haze, she could only feel Michiko pinching her nostrils and inserting something. Taking advantage of Amane's inability to struggle or resist under the stimulation of pleasure, Michiko inserted two latex nose plugs into Amane's nostrils. They propped open her nostrils from the inside, making her nose bridge appear even straighter. Moreover, these plugs were solid, leaving Amane no room for even a sliver of air. With the plugs in, Amane couldn't even get a breath, which would undoubtedly drain her stamina significantly. Even if Amane regained consciousness from the pleasure, the feeling of suffocation would relentlessly follow her. Gazing at Amane, whose eyes were rolling back, Michiko took out the next device: a black latex half-face mask. The mask's chin rested against Amane's cheeks and lips, pressing her bandaged cheeks further beneath the heavy latex. The restraints on her cheeks prevented Amane from even twitching her lips, and the upper edge of the mask pressed over her nose, securing the nose plugs in Amane's nasal cavity. Michiko's facial bindings appeared to be suffocating Amane quickly, but the temporal magic had already recorded Amane's bodily state. After a minute, Amane's body would return to its original state. The suffocation would only bring her more desperate pain, not end her life. "Mmm-hmm-hmm~~" With a click from the back of her head, the mask locked securely. At that moment, Amane happened to regain consciousness from the pleasure. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the fullness in her nose and the agonizing pain of not being able to breathe. "Mmm-hmm-hmm!!" Amane's cheeks and lips attempted to twitch, her head trying to shake left and right to dislodge the mask and the objects in her nose. But Michiko cupped Amane's face, savoring her increasingly pained and desperate eyes as she comforted Amane. "Phantom Thief Catwoman, don't worry. It's just a minute of suffocation; you won't die from this. Do you remember what I said? These bindings are tight enough, but I don't think they're foolproof. If you can endure so much pleasure, the sensation of suffocation, and cast your magic to escape amidst these layers of restraints, I won't be able to sleep at night. So I will bind you completely, not just your body, but also seal your five senses." "Don't bind me anymore~~" If Amane could still speak, she would have begged Michiko to release her. The tightness of these bindings had exceeded her limits of endurance. Even if Amane could use magic, she couldn't concentrate her consciousness under the stimulation of pleasure and the blockade of suffocation, thus she couldn't escape. Understanding her current situation, Amane began to feel despair.