The Prince's Manor: A Captive Beauty

Nangong Yu smiled upon hearing her words, her objective thus achieved. "Yu'er can give Sister Miaoyin a chance, or rather, create one for her. However..." Nangong Yu smiled mysteriously, "Does the Shen mansion have any ropes?" Hearing Nangong Yu's words, Su Yunru was a little stunned. "Yu'er, this, Yu'er, what do you mean?" Su Yunru knew that there were many people in the capital, even nobles, who had a penchant for bondage, but she had never associated Nangong Yu with such things, so she was momentarily stunned. However, she quickly reacted and said, "Yes, of course, there are. It's just..." Su Yunru still couldn't quite believe it and tentatively asked, "Yu'er, do you want to..." As she spoke, she made a gesture of putting a rope around her neck and tying her hands behind her back. "Aunt Su, what do you think?" Nangong Yu said with a wicked smile, watching Su Yunru fall into her trap. She carefully appraised Su Yunru. Although she was much older than her, she looked no older than thirty and was indeed a great beauty, with beautiful feet too. "This, I don't have a problem with it, but Miaoyin..." Su Yunru confessed. When she had said she wanted to entrust Miaoyin to Nangong Yu, she actually meant that after she became an official, their Shen mansion would be subordinate to the Nangong mansion, following their lead. But now, it seemed the princess had misunderstood. Recalling the look in her eyes when she first saw her and her daughter, Su Yunru suddenly felt she had oversimplified things. Nangong Yu naturally knew that Shen Miaoyin was unwilling. In fact, during these past few days, besides studying, Nangong Yu had also been thinking about how to tie up Shen Miaoyin and tickle her feet, but there was no way. Their relationship wasn't that strong, and others had no leverage. As for temptation, besides her interest in poetry and literature, her only other interest was becoming an official, which also offered no solution. However, Nangong Yu had just thought of a brilliant idea, so brilliant that even she couldn't help but praise her genius. "Aunt Su, Yu'er knows that Miaoyin will not agree immediately, but we can take it slow. As long as Aunt Su cooperates, everything will be fine. For example, we can invite her to play a game. As long as you blindfold Sister Miaoyin, and I use pen and paper to instruct you on what to say, she will think it's your idea. With her filial piety towards you, she will definitely agree, and who knows, she might even enjoy it then?" Nangong Yu thought her plan was excellent. If discovered, at most it would be Nangong Yu and her playing around, with no evidence. Moreover, Shen Miaoyin was so obedient; as long as Su Yunru spoke, tying her up or tickling her would be as easy as pie. If Shen Miaoyin wanted revenge later, she could push the blame onto Su Yunru. The thought of seeing the mother and daughter bound and tickling each other made her excited. Nangong Yu added, "Aunt Su, this matter cannot be rushed. Yu'er also needs time to think about how to proceed, which might take quite some time. You still have time to consider carefully. If you are ready, you can call me over privately. Yu'er will not disturb you further and will take her leave." After saying this, Nangong Yu bowed and prepared to leave the Shen mansion. "No need to consider..." Su Yunru suddenly said. In a room in the Shen mansion, Su Yunru looked at Nangong Yu with great trepidation, as well as the instruments before Nangong Yu, which she had prepared according to Nangong Yu's instructions, but were now to be used on herself. Not only that, but she had also helped arrange and prepare the room, instructing the servants not to disturb them under any circumstances. She had found a cross, commonly seen in military households but not easily found in the Shen mansion. And now, she herself was tied to this cross, her arms spread wide and securely bound, her shapely buttocks seated on the long bench Nangong Yu had prepared for her. Her legs were stretched out straight and then tied by Nangong Yu to the other end of the bench. Su Yunru instinctively tried to move her body, only to find that her limbs were immobile. She was completely restrained, unable to move her arms or her legs. Even her neck was fitted with a collar connected to the cross, preventing her from twisting her head or even lowering it to see what was happening to her body. Her forced-open palms were pressed tightly against the cross, with shackles securing each of her ten lovely fingers. She didn't know the state of her feet, but she knew that her shoes and socks had been completely removed, and there was a cool sensation on her feet. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva. At this moment, she was completely at a loss as to how to handle the situation. She had never imagined that the princess she had written to for help would end up tying her up and playing with her body. And now, she couldn't even move her body. At this moment, the princess she had invited, Nangong Yu, was looking at her with a smile. Su Yunru felt a mixture of fear, nervousness, and excitement. In short, her emotions were very complex at this moment... "Princess, Yu'er, how... how do you want to play?" "Then I'll trouble you, Yue'er," Ru Meng said, finally relieved. She picked up the rope and handed it to Yue'er. "You must tell me the小姐's favorite and most enjoyable ways to play. Don't worry about me, just use all of the小姐's methods on me. I will absolutely cooperate." Hearing Ru Meng's words, Yue'er couldn't help but swallow. She remembered yesterday, it seemed the小姐 was happiest then, and she couldn't help but blush. However, since she had already agreed, Yue'er had no choice but to try her best. Since they were only in Ru Meng's room and there were no tools, Yue'er simply tied Ru Meng to the bed. Her upper body was bound tightly, and her legs were tied straight together, making her sit on the bed with her feet facing Yue'er. Then, Yue'er reached out and began to randomly tickle Ru Meng's armpits and soles, just like Nangong Yu had done. Ru Meng herself wasn't very sensitive to tickling, and Yue'er didn't really know how to tickle. She just randomly used her fingers on Ru Meng's soles, not with consistent pressure, sometimes it hurt, sometimes she felt nothing. "Hee hee hee... Yue'er hee hee hee... Does the小姐 like this? Hahahaha... Doesn't the小姐 like feet? Hahahaha... Ouch hee hee hee... It's a little itchy hahahaha." Yue'er didn't know if her technique was lacking, but she thought Ru Meng was just this ticklish, so she wasn't laughing very loudly. "Mmm, although the小姐 likes feet, she actually likes being tickled all over. But the小姐 likes having her feet tickled the most." After tickling for a while, Yue'er sat back on the stool, her eyes seriously focused on Ru Meng's soles. Then she began to pick between Ru Meng's toes with her fingers. However, if she had observed more closely, she would have noticed that Ru Meng's reaction was much stronger when her fingers accidentally brushed across Ru Meng's soles. But Yue'er didn't pay attention, fully focused on imitating what Nangong Yu had done to her that day. Ru Meng, unaware, could only continue to laugh. "Hahahaha... It's even more itchy here hahahaha... Hahahaha... I remember hahahaha... Is there anything else hahahaha... I hahahaha... itchy hee hee hee." Afterward, Yue'er untied the ropes on Ru Meng, then had Ru Meng lie down, her hands tied behind her back, her legs bent and tied together. Then, her hands and feet were tied together. She then took off one of the socks she had just put on and stuffed the other one into Ru Meng's mouth, and began to tickle Ru Meng in this manner... While Yue'er was "training" Ru Meng, Nangong Yu had been browsing the market for a long time. She already had the peerless beauty Jiang Muxue bound and played with, and now Shen Miaoyin was about to belong to her. The thought of their beautiful legs and feet made Nangong Yu's heart flutter. However, there were no stockings in this world. If she could have them wear stockings of various colors for her to play with, that would be truly perfect. So Nangong Yu went to many fabric stores and tailor shops, hoping to find a place that could make stockings. Nangong Yu visited several but was not satisfied. Just as Nangong Yu was wandering around, wondering if there was anything that could be used as a substitute, she suddenly saw two little girls run past her. In their hands, they held two thin, transparent purple gauze cloths. This suddenly sparked an idea in Nangong Yu. Yes, the Hanfu she had seen before also had a thin veil that could be worn over it. This would be cool and breathable, and could be made into stockings! But why hadn't Nangong Yu seen it anywhere else? Seeing the two children quickly walking away, Nangong Yu immediately chased after them and finally caught up. Yue'er picked up the rope and tied her up, just as Nangong Yu had first tied Yue'er. Her legs were bent above her head. In fact, Nangong Yu had used many other methods of restraint, but this was the one Yue'er was most familiar with, so she tied herself this way. However, what she didn't know was that Su Yunru had seen her in this very position last time, and thinking of this, her face also turned red. But Yue'er didn't notice this. She just looked at Su Yunru's feet and said, "Madam, your feet are so beautiful." Hearing these words, Su Yunru's face became even more flushed, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. However, Yue'er didn't care what she was thinking. Not to mention that they weren't very familiar with each other, but with Nangong Yu's orders, Yue'er would definitely obey. So, she directly reached out and began to tease Su Yunru's soles with her fingers. Su Yunru never imagined that she would be tormented by a little maid one day. For a moment, the intense contrast made Su Yunru feel extreme shame. But soon, the tickling sensation spread: "Ah ha ha ha... Sister Yue'er ha ha ha... Didn't ha ha ha... you say ha ha ha... be gentle ha ha ha... It tickles ha ha ha ha... I can't stand it ha ha ha ha... the soles of my feet ha ha ha ha." For a moment, the intense tickling mixed with immense shame truly left Su Yunru at a loss. However, the combination of these two feelings brought her a different kind of sensation. "Madam, Yue'er also wants to be gentle, but if I don't find your weak spots, the master will severely punish Yue'er later. Yue'er knows how formidable the master is, so Yue'er must go all out. Don't you agree?" While speaking, Yue'er picked up the bristle brush beside her. This was also the first time she had seen such a tool, but she could feel its purpose. If it were brushed on her own soles, thinking of this, Yue'er couldn't help but curl her toes, as if a tickle had come. "Hoo... Sister Yue'er... I know too... hoo... I know how formidable the master is... but... but the soles of my feet are really too sensitive. Can we change the spot?" Yue'er, who had been lost in her fantasies, was suddenly interrupted by Su Yunru's words. She couldn't help but blush a little: "Oh, alright, Madam. But the master prefers the soles of the feet. Yue'er will try your feet first." As if to prevent Su Yunru from refusing, Yue'er directly began to brush her soles with the bristle brush. How could Su Yunru have experienced such things? She had been pampered since childhood, and no one dared to tickle her soles. However, after meeting Nangong Yu, she had been played with quite a bit. But before, it was always gentle and shameful play. Now, this bristle brush made of wild boar bristles was brushing her soles, and the intense tickling assaulted Su Yunru's mind. All she could do was laugh: "Ah ha ha ha... What is this ha ha ha ha... Yue'er ha ha ha... Sister ha ha ha ha... Let go ha ha ha ha... Let me go ha ha ha ha... Nangong Yu's ha ha ha ha... It tickles so much ha ha ha ha." Tickling has such a magical power that it can make a usually knowledgeable, refined, and elegant noblewoman laugh heartily, completely losing her usual demeanor. At this moment, Yue'er couldn't help but feel a little happy. No wonder the young lady liked it so much; it turned out that tickling the soles of the feet was so fun. Moreover, seeing Su Yunru's reaction, she felt that this madam was much more ticklish than herself. She looked at her armpits and waist, places that Nangong Yu had often dealt with. Thus, Su Yunru's laughter rang out again. And if anyone were fortunate enough to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be captivated, for this was the story of a little maid tormenting a noblewoman... After Nangong Yu sent Yue'er and the others away, Nangong Yu naturally hoped that Yue'er would find Su Yunru's weak spots for her. As for failure, it wouldn't matter much. Life was long, and Nangong Yu could explore slowly. Nangong Yu turned her head and looked at the somewhat excited Su Qingcheng: "Speaking of which, Qingcheng, Nangong Yu hasn't truly disciplined or tickled you yet. Are you dissatisfied with your current status?" Su Qingcheng smiled at Nangong Yu, her ample bosom a sight to behold: "What is Master saying? From the moment Qingcheng followed Master, Qingcheng has been constantly thinking about how Master would play with Nangong Yu's beautiful feet, and how much pleasure, how much tickling, how much comfort Nangong Yu would experience. Qingcheng begs Master to thoroughly torment the soles of my feet." It was indeed strange. Ever since Su Qingcheng followed Nangong Yu, Nangong Yu had rarely tickled her feet, let alone disciplined her. Fortunately, Su Qingcheng enjoyed being tickled. Nangong Yu smiled and pinched her ample bosom: "Hmph, I'm also very much looking forward to it. Do you know your own body and weak spots, Qingcheng? Or do you need me to actively explore them?" Startled by Nangong Yu's sudden attack, Su Qingcheng's face turned red. Although she had lived in a brothel for years, she had always sold her art, not her body. She had never been treated like this before. It startled her: "Mmm~ Master is too wicked. Qingcheng knows her own body, of course. Most parts are ticklish, and the most sensitive are the armpits, the inner thighs, and the soles of the feet. As for the weak spots, if Qingcheng guesses correctly, it's when the soles of my feet are licked. Every time my soles are licked, no matter how much Nangong Yu struggles, I only become more ticklish. I'm truly terrified." Indeed, Su Qingcheng did not disappoint Nangong Yu. Because she enjoyed being tickled and had lived in a relatively open brothel, she had thoroughly investigated her ticklish spots. Perhaps she had even summarized them herself. Thinking of this, Nangong Yu felt truly delighted. Such a girl was truly wonderful. Nangong Yu lifted her chin: "Not bad, not bad. You truly are the number one courtesan. However, in the coming moments, you might regret having such sensitive feet. I promise to make you writhe in pleasure." Hearing Nangong Yu's words, Su Qingcheng smiled: "Qingcheng believes Master, of course. Qingcheng is also looking forward to the feeling of writhing in pleasure." Hearing Su Qingcheng say this, if Nangong Yu didn't make her legs go weak today, she wouldn't deserve to be the master. Nangong Yu had originally intended to tie her to a tiger bench, but when she saw the suspension rings on the ceiling, Nangong Yu decisively changed her mind. Nangong Yu had her walk to the wall, then raise her hands above her head. Nangong Yu used the rope attached to the suspension rings, wrapped in a silk scarf, to fully extend Su Qingcheng's arms. Nangong Yu also pulled them up slightly, requiring her to stand on tiptoe. Su Qingcheng was very cooperative; this was something she had been looking forward to. Her smooth armpits were faintly visible through the thin purple silk scarf in front of Nangong Yu. Looking at Su Qingcheng's armpits was incredibly tempting. However, Nangong Yu suppressed her urges and first lifted her right foot. Su Qingcheng was a dance prodigy, and Nangong Yu had seen her dance once, an experience that left Nangong Yu lingering. Her talent for dance added a lot of points to her, and it also earned her the reputation of being the number one courtesan. Even if it wasn't a good reputation, being number one proved her uniqueness, even her unparalleled excellence. Not to mention Su Qingcheng's magnificent assets, her alluring aura alone was enough to steal one's soul with just a glance, especially since she grew up in the Green Willow Pavilion, the most seductive of places, which had completely transformed her into a nine-tailed fox. Su Qingcheng's hands were tied, and she was standing on tiptoe. She didn't know what Nangong Yu intended to do, but she knew that she would soon receive what she most desired: to have her ticklish spots thoroughly tickled by the person she admired, to the point of laughing uncontrollably and writhing in pleasure. She lifted her right foot and slowly slid it up Nangong Yu's body from Nangong Yu's feet, presenting it before Nangong Yu. She arched her foot, her sole filled with delicate and alluring creases, looking like hidden treasure. Nangong Yu couldn't help but swallow. This Su Qingcheng was truly a vixen. If she were to wear a maid's outfit, complete with fox ears and a tail, how stimulating would that be? Lingyun and Lingxue didn't release Nangong Yu's feet, but they didn't continue to tickle them either. They just kept admiring Nangong Yu's soles, clearly very interested in her feet. It was unclear if they were foot fetishists or if they intended to continue tormenting Nangong Yu's soles. Hearing Lingyun and Lingxue's words, Nangong Yu truly felt a sense of retreat. The previous tickling had already made her extremely uncomfortable, and they had clearly demonstrated their skills. If this continued, Nangong Yu couldn't imagine how ticklish she would become throughout the day. Moreover, from their words, they knew that her toes were her ultimate weakness. If they were to inflict a "tickle curse" on her toes, just the thought made Nangong Yu tremble. However, when she thought of Yun Ruxue still enduring punishment, and her own slave being toyed with by others and trapped in despair, how could she give up? "Stop talking. Bring out whatever you've got. It's just tickling my toes, right? I'm not scared, not scared!" Although Nangong Yu's voice trembled as she said this, and the last sentence was unclear whether it was a declaration of resolve or self-encouragement, her eyes remained firm. Lingyun and Lingxue glanced at Nangong Yu and said nothing. Lingyun put down Nangong Yu's feet and walked to a box by the side of the room, as if searching for something. Lingxue, on the other hand, watched Nangong Yu for a long time, then smiled, "It seems Ruxue didn't follow the wrong person. Princess is a good master. However, I hope Princess won't regret her decision later." Before Nangong Yu could say anything, Lingyun returned with a peculiar device. It was a roller on a stand, resembling a barbecue grill, covered in dense, tough feathers. Just looking at it made one's scalp tingle. Lingyun patted the roller, "This is our latest invention, specifically designed for the spaces between toes. Of course, it can be used on other parts of the sole. With a little modification, it can even be incorporated into a torture chair..." She stopped mid-sentence as Lingxue tapped her, her expression immediately returning to its usual impassivity. "Since this device is newly made and not yet perfected, we need to test it. Also, the stand isn't ready yet, so we can't secure the Princess's feet." "And Princess's feet were quite lively just now. So, for the time being, Princess must keep her feet pressed on it. If Princess's feet move even once, Ruxue's punishment will be increased by one session. However, we're not negotiating with you; we're just informing you of the rules. So, Princess, please place your feet on it obediently." Lingyun and Lingxue each grabbed a handle of the roller, holding it suspended in the air, while the other hand held the handles on either side, seemingly for rotation. Hearing Lingyun and Lingxue, Nangong Yu understood their intention. This device was meant to tickle her soles, but they wanted her to press her feet onto it herself, essentially making her submit to her own punishment and preventing her from removing her feet. It was like tickling herself, a perfect combination of humiliation and ticklishness. Nangong Yu had already used her feet to gauge the device, and she knew her soles would be tickled from all angles, including her ultimate weakness – her toes. Nangong Yu truly couldn't imagine how ticklish she would become. But thinking of Yun Ruxue, she gritted her teeth and pressed her feet onto the roller. Lingyun and Lingxue said nothing and began turning the handles together. Nangong Yu immediately felt the tickling sensation. The tough, slender feathers, first their tips, then their sides, and finally their stiffer quills, assaulted her soles in succession. Moreover, with so many feathers, and interspersed with light downy feathers in the gaps, four distinct types of ticklishness struck every inch of her ticklish flesh almost every second. Nangong Yu couldn't bear it and immediately pulled her feet away, rubbing them together as if to rub away the ticklishness. She looked at the roller with fear, "Ahahahaha... How... How can it be so ticklish... This roller is too terrifying." "This contraption is called the Feathered Hell. The longest are eagle feathers, tough and slender, allowing your entire feet to experience the tickles. In the middle are duck feathers, providing tickles where the eagle feathers can't reach. Finally, there are goose feathers. Though light and airy, they envelop your soles, ensuring no part can escape their itch." "So, does Princess still want to plead for Yun Ruxue? It's not too late to change your mind now. But if Princess doesn't obey, we won't let Yun Ruxue off, and Princess will have nothing to say, right? Princess, put your feet back." Lingyun meticulously explained the device's functions to Nangong Yu, even though Nangong Yu had no desire to listen. Lingxue's words, while seemingly respectful, were in fact commands, making Nangong Yu feel deeply humiliated. Hearing Lingxue tell her to put her feet back, Nangong Yu strongly resisted the urge to obey. But Yun Ruxue was still enduring unknown punishments, and how could she abandon her? Nangong Yu could only be forced to obey. She glanced at the rotating roller, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and placed her feet back on the roller. Instantly, various ticklish sensations intertwined in Nangong Yu's mind. She forgot everything else, only feeling the word "itch." Nangong Yu could only stubbornly hold her feet down, opening her mouth in a burst of laughter, "Wahahahaha... I hahaha... So ticklish hahaha... Slower hahaha... Toes hahaha... Soles hahaha... Can't stand it hahaha... Hahaha... I hahaha... Hahaha... It's tickling me to death hahaha... Ahhh... Hahaha..." Yun Ruxue walked out and saw the people downstairs peeking out, looking curious. She shouted, "Six Doors is investigating, no one is allowed up." Then she turned and left. The people below, hearing this, gave up their idea of watching the fun. Yun Ruxue said this because she was afraid that if they came up now, Duanmu Yan was still lying there. After all, she was Nangong Yu's student, and she couldn't let her be bullied by others. As for the interrogation just now, well, she wasn't an outsider, and it was perfectly reasonable. Thinking of this, Yun Ruxue picked up her red tassel spear and kicked open the door to private room number one: "Six Doors is investigating, who dares to cause trouble here." But after speaking, Yun Ruxue looked at the three people in the room: a young girl standing by the bed, a mature woman tied up and laughing heartily, and a handsome young master tickling the mature woman's soles with his fingers. Everyone seemed startled by Yun Ruxue, and the room fell silent for a moment... Not long after Duanmu Yan left, Nangong Yu had quickly stripped Meilan's shoes and socks. Duanmu Yan had tied Meilan up simply. Now Meilan was like a worm, wriggling non-stop, trying to escape Nangong Yu's clutches, but how could she possibly succeed? When she saw her shoes and socks being removed by Nangong Yu, she couldn't help but cry out, "Help, help, what do you want? Are you a pervert? Let me go quickly." "It seems Meilan has forgotten, I told you before, I just love tickling the soles of feet. What does Nangong Yu want to do? Isn't it obvious?" Yu Ru, standing beside them, was a little flustered. She had already experienced enough today. First, she was tied up, then inexplicably tickled all over, then Meilan fiercely scrubbed her soles with a brush, and after being brought here, she was tickled again by that annoying guard, revealing her life story under duress. Then she was redeemed, but not long after, her former boss was tied up, and her new boss seemed to be preparing to torment her. This series of events had left Yu Ru dizzy and confused. Anyone who experienced so many things in one day would surely be bewildered. Nangong Yu admired Meilan's soles for a while, gently caressed them a few times, and then began to scratch her reddened soles with his fingers. Meilan wasn't particularly sensitive, and Nangong Yu's scratching didn't give her too strong a tickle. She calmed down a bit: "Mmm, hehehe... Young master said... hehehe... what nonsense..." Nangong Yu also smiled: "Yu Ru, since Meilan has taken care of you for so long, you should repay her well, shouldn't you? Look, her right foot is still free, why don't you go 'massage' her." Yu Ru's eyes lit up when she heard this. She glared at Meilan hatefully, then walked to Nangong Yu's side. She looked at Meilan's right foot, which was constantly wriggling and occasionally trying to shield her left foot from being tickled. Yu Ru, like Nangong Yu, grabbed Meilan's ankle and began to scratch randomly on Meilan's soles with her fingers. Although Yu Ru didn't know how to tickle, she just wanted to vent now, so she was happy just scratching randomly. When both of Meilan's feet were attacked simultaneously, she couldn't remain so calm. She wasn't that sensitive, but that didn't mean she wasn't ticklish. With both feet held and tickled, she could barely speak fluently now: "Mmm, hahaha... you hahaha... stinky girl, hehehe... dare to tickle me, hahaha... stop it, hahaha... if you hahaha... then I'll hehehe... tie you up hahaha... with a brush hahaha..." Yu Ru couldn't help but shiver when Meilan scared her like this, and her hands stopped. After all, she had always been controlled by Meilan. Being scared by Meilan like this, she immediately recalled the unpleasant experiences before. Nangong Yu saw her like this and didn't pay too much attention. Since she had gone through this, no matter what Nangong Yu said, it was not as good as her facing it herself and coming out of it. "Yu Ru, don't be afraid. She's the one tied up now, not you. She can't tickle you anymore. Do you see the brush on the table? She's not holding the brush to scrub your soles now. You can pick up that brush and scrub her soles fiercely. Go ahead, get revenge for all your dissatisfaction." Nangong Yu comforted and encouraged Yu Ru, while his fingers tickled Meilan's toes more intensely. No matter how insensitive one was to tickling, there would always be one or two spots that were more sensitive, usually the soles and between the toes. As expected, Meilan was laughing "happily" and couldn't interrupt their conversation at all. Yu Ru looked at Nangong Yu, then at Meilan, who was tied up and laughing heartily from Nangong Yu's fingers. She walked over and picked up the brush. This brush was exactly the same as the one that had just scrubbed her soles. She seemed to remember that ticklish feeling, and her feet couldn't help but curl up inside her shoes and socks. Nangong Yu didn't disturb her. It was best for her to come out on her own, otherwise, he would slowly let the sisters of Xiaoyao Pavilion "educate" her. Nangong Yu continued to tickle Meilan's soles. He had to admit, ever since Sister Yun had "trained" him that day, Nangong Yu had become even more interested in such alluring feet. "You hahaha... stinky girl, hehehe... don't come over, hahaha... or else, hehehe... I'll hahaha... tickle you to death, hahaha... tickle you for three days and three nights, hahaha... no, hahaha... haha..." Meilan was struggling at first, but whether it was her words that stung Yu Ru, or Yu Ru had made up her mind, she picked up the brush and began to scrub Meilan's soles rapidly. To make way for her, Nangong Yu even released Meilan's left foot so that Yu Ru could scrub to her heart's content. Yu Ru scrubbed while muttering, "For tying me up before, for not giving me food, for tickling my soles, hmph, I'll tickle you to death." In the grand hall of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, a hundred figures clad in black, their faces obscured by black masks, were busy assembling wooden blocks. After a period of work, foot stocks of various designs appeared before them. The maidens of Xiaoyao Pavilion watched the black-clad figures with a mixture of bewilderment and fear, especially as they saw the foot stocks. On the central stage, a tall pillar had been erected, to which a mature woman, still possessing a captivating charm, was bound. This was none other than Yun Jie, the proprietress of Xiaoyao Pavilion. After some time, Yun Ruxue approached and announced that everything was ready. Nangong Yu then descended from her chair. Seeing the frightened maidens, Nangong Yu’s expression did not soften. Instead, she walked to Yun Jie’s side and declared, "You don't know what's happening, do you? Nangong Yu will tell you. I heard you've been secretly going to my Yuxiao Manor to clean, is that right? If I hadn't discovered Yun Jie and the others today, would you have kept it from me forever!" "If I don't teach you a lesson today, I fear you won't tell me anything important in the future, will you?! Now, everyone, take off your stockings!" Seeing Nangong Yu's actions, the maidens obediently removed their stockings. A woman in black then stepped forward to collect them. After handing over their stockings, each maiden was led by a black-clad figure to a pair of foot stocks. Their hands were bound behind their backs, and they were made to sit on the ground, their feet placed into the stocks and locked securely. When the last maiden’s feet were placed and locked into the stocks, all hundred maidens of Xiaoyao Pavilion were left with bare feet, sitting on the ground. Their soles faced the central stage, and they were all bound. The sight of a hundred pairs of bare soles, arranged in a circle around the stage, was quite striking. Nangong Yu circled them once and announced, "The punishment will be our most familiar method: the tickle torture. You may stop only when you lose control of your bladder. Do you understand?" "Yes!" With Nangong Yu's command, all the black-clad figures moved to their designated positions, each responsible for a pair of feet. They began to swiftly scratch the maidens' bare feet, large and small, with their fingers. Instantly, the maidens of Xiaoyao Pavilion erupted into peals of laughter, the sound seemingly powerful enough to pierce the heavens, echoing throughout the hall. These black-clad figures were all sisters from the Six Doors. Some were off duty, while others had completed their missions and were called by Nangong Yu to help. Those still on duty were not mobilized, as their official duties were paramount. Nangong Yu knew that the women of the Six Doors were highly skilled in tickle torture, so she instructed them to use only their fingers, fearing they might be too rough with the maidens of Xiaoyao Pavilion. However, Nangong Yu had set a goal: they must make the maidens wet themselves before they could stop. Furthermore, the top three would receive rewards, and the bottom three would be punished. Having become quite familiar with them recently, everyone who was free enthusiastically came to help. With the added incentive of rewards and punishments, everyone became even more diligent. It was the maidens of Xiaoyao Pavilion who suffered, though they often tickled each other playfully. Under the exquisite techniques of the Six Doors sisters, they unleashed their most unrestrained laughter. "Hahahaha... Stop tickling me hahaha... Ahahaha... Stop for a moment hahahaha... I can't hahaha..." "Hahahaha... The soles of my feet hahaha... Really hahaha... Don't hahaha..." "Hahahaha... It tickles so much hahaha... Don't do that hahaha... Ahahaha... Ahahahaha..." "Sister hahaha... hahaha... Please hahaha... hahaha... I can't take it hahaha... The soles of my feet hahaha... tickle tickle hahaha..." Nangong Yu walked around, observing everyone’s smiling faces, their bare soles wriggling with each step, each pair of beautiful feet unique. Yet, the infuriating fingers continued to dance upon them, their toes curling as if bowing, a sight that was undeniably charming. Coupled with the consistently high beauty of the Xiaoyao Pavilion maidens, their beautiful smiles, melodious laughter, and alluring feet surrounded Nangong Yu. This scene ignited a burning desire within her, almost making her lose control. Nangong Yu then looked towards the entrance, outside the "sole formation." Yu Ruo was tightly bound by ropes, almost wrapped like a mummy. This new "pillar" was suspended in mid-air by four ropes. Apart from her face and her bare soles, no other skin was visible. Her yellowish-brown skin contrasted sharply with her fair, tender soles. Yu Ruo trembled in fear, but the ropes held her fast. Her eyes were filled with an emotion called "fear." Nangong Yu walked up to Yu Ruo and patted her body. "Yu Ruo, you're new here, so this is how it is. I'll help punish those feet. Ru Meng, get a brush and a basin of water, and give Yu Ruo's soles a good scrub." With that, Nangong Yu left. Seeing Nangong Yu's retreating back, Yu Ruo called out, "Miss, I know it's all my fault. Punish me alone, please. Spare my sisters." Her words, however, were of no avail. Before they could even reach Nangong Yu's ears, they were drowned out by the surrounding intense laughter. At this moment, Ru Meng had already brought a basin of water and a brush and approached.