The Fallen Chronicle of the Sun Moon Imperial Princess

"Father... what is this?" Yue Po instinctively clutched the King's hand, her voice trembling slightly. Her phoenix eyes, capable of seeing through illusion, could only perceive a chaotic vortex of desire and energy before this demonic garment, unable to discern its true nature. "It is called 'Abyssal Embrace'," the King's tone was filled with reverence and fervor, "a sacred artifact left behind by an ancient god who presided over desire and destruction in the primordial era. It is not inanimate, but a living symbiote. Once donned, it becomes your second skin, your very bones, your blood. It will reshape your body, allowing you to withstand the most ferocious demonic energies, granting you power beyond mortal limits. More importantly," he leaned close to Yue Po's ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through her, "it will teach you the true meaning of 'endurance' and 'submission'. The training of those knights you saw is but a crude imitation of a fraction of what this artifact bestows. And Father will bestow it upon you with his own hands." Yue Po was utterly stunned by his words. Artifact, ancient god, reshaping the body... these concepts were too grand, too sacred for her. She gazed at the living demonic garment, her fear replaced by an unprecedented yearning. She wanted to become powerful, to become the unique existence her father spoke of. "I... I want to wear it." Yue Po tilted her face up, her voice tinged with confusion and unease, but her eyes were firm and burning with desire. "Good child." The King's smile grew even gentler as he led Yue Po onto the altar. "But remember, merging with the sacred artifact is a divine sacrifice. You must open your body and soul completely to it, without reservation. It will delve into your deepest recesses, smoothing away your resistance, teaching you everything. Do not be afraid; no matter what happens, Father will be here with you." Yue Po nodded heavily, closed her eyes, and, following the King's instructions, extended her arms, standing in the center of the altar. The King stepped back a few paces and began to chant ancient, obscure incantations. As he chanted, the 'Abyssal Embrace' seemed to awaken, emitting a low, satisfied hum. It transformed into a stream of black light, instantly lunging towards Yue Po. "Ah!" Yue Po let out a short, sharp cry. The sensation was not cold, but like countless warm, slick tentacles instantly enveloping her entire body. The thin white nightgown turned to dust the moment it touched the demonic garment. The tentacles of the garment were not rough, but possessed a strange gentleness. As if alive, they softly, yet irresistibly, caressed every inch of her skin. They wrapped around her slender arms, shaping perfect sleeves; they climbed her firm legs, transforming into form-fitting stockings; they converged at her waist, tightening, sculpting a breathtakingly slender curve. More daringly, they delved into the soft mounds of her chest, skillfully weaving an exquisitely suffocating bra that perfectly lifted and shaped that beauty. Yue Po's body trembled uncontrollably. An unprecedented, ineffable sensation surged from her limbs. The tentacle threads seemed to carry a faint electric current, each movement sending waves of weakness and trembling through her. They seemed to be "reading" her body, knowing every sensitive spot, and deliberately, repeatedly lingering and teasing nearby. Her breathing grew rapid, her cheeks flushed with a feverish crimson, mirroring the symptoms of the female knights in the corridor. She wanted to struggle, but her body was too weak to muster any strength, forced to passively endure this shameful and unfamiliar "baptism." What terrified her even more was that these tentacles did not merely stay on the surface. They followed the texture of her skin, slowly, resolutely seeping into her pores, penetrating her body. She could clearly "feel" those slick things flowing within her blood vessels, traveling through her meridians, even coiling around her bones. Wherever they passed, a dull ache and stinging sensation arose, as if her flesh and blood were being shattered inch by inch, then reassembled. "Father... I... I feel so strange..." Yue Po's voice was choked with tears. She felt her consciousness blurring, and the strange, hot energy within her body filled her with panic. "Don't be afraid, Yue Xi, the artifact is accepting you, making you stronger," the King's voice echoed like a spell in the stone chamber. "Relax, feel it, submit to it. Surrender all your pain, your shame, to it. It will bring you rebirth." Under his guidance, Yue Po gradually ceased resisting. She allowed the tentacles to ravage her body, letting the torrent of scorching desire wash over her innocent mind. After an unknown period, when the last trace of stinging pain transformed into an ultimate sensation of pleasure and satisfaction, everything finally subsided. Yue Po slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at her body and let out a soft gasp. The 'Abyssal Embrace' had perfectly merged with her. It had transformed into a black gown, deeper than the night sky and smoother than silk, its hem trailing on the ground. Intricate and bizarre demonic patterns were embroidered on it with dark gold thread, flowing slowly under the dim light. The cut of the dress was extremely daring, perfectly outlining her newly reshaped, voluptuous, mature figure. Below her slender waist were full, high hips, encased by the tight skirt, forming a breathtaking arc. The opening at the chest revealed her delicate collarbones and a large expanse of snow-white skin, her breasts, which had recently developed more fully, were lifted by the bra woven by the demonic garment, as if about to burst forth. She felt as if she had undergone a complete transformation. Her body was filled with unprecedented strength, but also with another strange, unsettling emptiness and heat. Her skin had become more sensitive than ever; the mere flow of air could cause her to break out in goosebumps. "So beautiful..." The King stepped forward, his fingertip lightly tracing the surface of the demonic garment. The tentacle-like fabric seemed to respond to his touch, rippling slightly. His gaze was fervent, as if admiring the most perfect work of art. "This is how you should be, my Yue Po. From today, it is a part of your power." He paused, his voice carrying an undeniable command: "And now, feel its power. Try to channel the demonic energy within you." Yue Po obeyed. She closed her eyes and attempted to guide the energy within her. However, to her horror, the pure, familiar moonlight power she usually wielded now felt wild and chaotic. The demonic garment, now one with her, those living tentacle threads, seemed to be stimulated and instantly became active! They writhed and contracted madly within her body, and an intense pleasure, far exceeding what she had felt before, instantly swept through her nerves! Yue Po let out an uncontrollable moan, her legs weakening, almost collapsing to the ground. It felt as if ten thousand soft hands were simultaneously caressing every sensitive spot within her body, leaving her mind blank, filled only with primal desire. "Disguised as a female slave? Infiltrate that cesspool? The very suggestion was an unbearable humiliation for Lingxi, the Third Princess, the symbol of Imperial glory. But the thought of what Irina might be enduring, the specter of lurking demons and monsters, gradually cooled the fire in Lingxi's eyes, transforming it into a deep, icy resolve. She knew the female knight was right. Impulsive rage would consume everything; only a calm hunt could deliver true judgment. "Fine," Lingxi uttered a single word, yet its weight made the entire room tremble. She looked at the kneeling knight, her voice regaining its usual cold, regal tone. "The plan is approved. Now, prepare. I require the most perfect disguise, and... the most lethal weapons." After some time, the female knight returned with an unassuming black leather pouch. Upon opening it, a chilling aura, a mixture of leather, metal, and a peculiar spice, permeated the air. Inside were not swords or poisons, but a complete set of restraints that shimmered with faint magical light, sending a shiver down one's spine. "Your Highness, for a perfect disguise, we must use these specially crafted magical implements," the knight's voice was low and firm as she laid out each item before Lingxi. Lingxi's gaze swept over the cold metal and soft leather, her brow furrowed. These implements were varied... each one exuded a naked, humiliating aura. As the Third Princess of the Empire, the revered 'Sun Soul,' when had she ever allowed such defiled objects near her person? "What is the meaning of this?" her voice held suppressed anger. "Infiltration requires such... cumbersome equipment?" "Your Highness, 'Fang of the Shadow' conducts the most stringent inspections on every 'shipment'," the knight explained, her gaze unwavering. "They are particularly wary of disguised powerhouses. Only when a 'slave' is thoroughly bound by these implements, her body reshaped to possess no power of resistance beyond lust and obedience, will they lower their guard. These tools not only weaken your power but also, through continuous low-level stimulation, elicit instinctive reactions from your body, thus deceiving those skilled in magical perception. This is... the only way." The only way. Those four words struck Lingxi like a heavy hammer. She looked at the implements, her heart wracked by internal conflict. Pride and dignity instinctively resisted, but Irina's safety and the resolve to capture them all pushed her towards this path of humiliation. "...Begin," she finally gritted out, her voice cold and resolute. "Yes, Your Highness." The knight respectfully picked up a silver-white rod, its tip inlaid with a pale blue magic crystal. "This is called the 'Spring of Stillness.' It is no ordinary object, but forged from deep-sea mithril. The embedded crystal absorbs and converts the wearer's magic, creating a gentle circulation within the body to completely suppress any possibility of casting spells. Simultaneously, it continuously releases a paralyzing effect, rendering your... private parts docile and powerless. Shall I... put it on you first?" A flicker of disgust and struggle crossed Lingxi's phoenix eyes, but it was quickly replaced by absolute confidence. Did mere mortal tools dare leave a mark on her? She sneered inwardly, having already devised several countermeasures. When the time was right, a 'Mana Burst' would reduce these scrap metals to fragments from the inside out. She wanted to see what tricks these slave merchants were playing. "Permitted," her reply was a single word, yet it held an undeniable authority, as if granting permission for a trivial matter. The knight stepped forward. Lingxi remained still, merely parting her legs slightly, a condescending, almost charitable gesture. As the cold 'Spring of Stillness' touched her tender entrance, her fingertips involuntarily curled, gripping the edge of the table beside her. It was an instinctive bodily reaction, but her face remained impassive and composed. As it was slowly pushed in, Lingxi's body stiffened uncontrollably, a profound sense of violation and humiliation. Immediately, a strange numbness began to spread, leaving her feeling inexplicably weak. "Your Highness?" the knight inquired tentatively. "Merely a slight numbing effect, nothing to worry about," Lingxi's voice was steady, betraying no emotion. She even released her grip on the table, calmly observing the knight with an expression that seemed to say, "Is that all?" The knight did not pause, taking out a black vibrator with a more ferocious design, etched with red magic runes. A thin wire was attached to its base. "This is the 'Egg of the Fiery Hell.' It resonates with the 'Spring of Stillness' and can sense any impulse you have to gather magic. Should you attempt to resist, it will unleash intense electric shocks and vibrations, the pain of which is enough to break the will of the most steadfast knight. This is crucial for maintaining your 'disguise,' Your Highness." "Egg of the Fiery Hell?" Lingxi let out a scornful laugh, filled with absolute arrogance. "If it dares to shock me internally, I fear it will be torn apart by my furious magic first. You had best confirm if this little thing can withstand the wrath of the 'Sun Soul.'" she thought to herself, this would save her trouble; she wouldn't need to act herself, merely guide it slightly, and this so-called 'Egg of the Fiery Hell' would become her weapon of counterattack. "..." Lingxi remained silent, merely nodding slightly. This time, her silence was longer, not due to hesitation, but to contemplation of how to utilize this implement. Once the 'Egg of the Fiery Hell' was also inserted, she discovered that this seemingly small object actually expanded, quickly growing four to five times its original size. As it formed a terrifying resonance with the 'Spring of Stillness,' she felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. It was a sensation of being completely filled, of foreignness, that churned her stomach. Her face paled slightly, her breathing becoming subtly erratic. "Your Highness, are you alright?" the knight keenly noticed her change. "I am fine," Lingxi immediately regained her composure, her voice only a little lower than before. "It's just... a little unaccustomed. Continue, do not waste time." She straightened her back, forcing herself to ignore the nauseating fullness from deep within her body. She remained confident; this was merely suffering of the flesh. As long as her will remained, she would forever be the invincible Sun Soul. She wanted to see what more ridiculous toys these slave merchants could produce. "Next is the 'Dew of the Moonflower'," the knight held up a pouch filled with milky-white gel. "This is a highly concentrated nutrient solution, administered rectally, to provide you with energy for prolonged action, preventing weakness from fasting. Simultaneously, it will slightly expand your intestines, making subsequent implements... easier to wear." Lingxi's breath hitched. She could imagine the fullness and shame that would entail. But the plan had begun; she had no retreat. "...Continue." The warm gel slowly entered her body, bringing with it waves of indescribable fullness. Her abdomen bulged slightly, causing her unprecedented discomfort. Following this, the knight picked up a string of obsidian beads of varying sizes. "This is the 'Chain of Shadows,' a wicked torture device used by slave merchants to completely break the will of other female slaves. Your Highness, this object, when any slave attempts to move, will produce continuous, irregular stimulation within their body, preventing any proud captive from maintaining an upright posture, forcing them to crawl like beasts." "Break their will?" Lingxi's lips curved into a cold, disdainful arc. "They think such base methods can break the Empire's eagle? Utterly foolish. This thing might be effective on others, but on me, its only purpose will be to add a few more fragments to the internal destruction when I unleash 'Mana Burst.'" "After that, the 'Seal of Confinement'." The knight handed over a butt plug with a purple magic crystal embedded at its tip. "This object will seal all exits and continuously release a weak aphrodisiac. Under its influence, captured high-ranking slaves will lose their senses within half an hour, actively seeking pleasure, and become completely playthings." "Aphrodisiac?" Lingxi let out a scoff, her eyes filled with contempt. "My will is the scorching sun; how can a mere aphrodisiac shake it? This is merely a self-deceiving trinket of the merchants." Despite her words, her body began to tremble slightly. Once the 'Chain of Shadows' and the 'Seal of Confinement' were in place, she felt every inch of her body filled with foreign objects. Every breath tugged at the shameful friction within. What angered her more was that an inexplicable heat truly began to rise slowly from the depths of her lower abdomen. "Your Highness, please lift your legs." The knight's voice remained calm as she produced a pair of jet-black high heels with heels as sharp as nails, crackling with dangerous electricity. "These are the 'Dance of Thorns,' electric high heels. This is one of the slave merchants' most prized inventions, specifically designed to deal with agile female slaves attempting to escape. The magic array on the soles adjusts the intensity of the electric shock based on your emotional fluctuations. The angrier you are, the more you attempt to resist, the more painful the shock from the heels. Only by maintaining a 'submissive' mindset can you avoid torment. At the same time, it completely seals the strength in your legs." However, as she was **forced** to lift her legs, allowing the female knight to slip those cold high heels onto her feet, her body inexplicably trembled. The soft "click" as the ankle restraints locked felt like a slap, a harsh blow to her pride. She tried to wiggle her toes, only to find the shoes as unyielding as cast iron, fixing her feet in an unnatural, tiptoeing posture. Her legs, which she prided herself on for their power to traverse mountains and rivers, were now forced to stand in this humiliating pose, wobbling precariously with every slight movement. "Heh..." Lingxi let out a cold laugh from her throat, attempting to mask her embarrassment. "A mere parlor trick." She forced herself to stand upright, but the fullness and shame within her body, the helplessness of her bound legs, and the growing, undeniable heat betrayed her proud declaration. She remained confident, believing she still held all the control, but her body had already begun to quietly surrender in this "game" she herself had sanctioned. "Your Highness, your arms." The female knight picked up a pair of vambraces and greaves, also crafted from mithril, named 'The Rings of Restraint.' "These are tools used by slave merchants to bind captured priestesses or noblewomen. They will link with the 'Dance of Thorns' and the device on your chest, forming a complete restraint array. Any attempt to break free will trigger a full-body electric shock, causing those self-important women to collapse in their own agony." "Restraints?" Lingxi's lips still curved in that proud, cold smile, but a flicker of imperceptible weariness crossed her eyes. "They think these shackles forged from mortal iron can bind the Empire's princess? Ridiculous. If I wished, these 'Rings of Restraint' would become shackles binding them in the next second." She hesitated no longer, or perhaps, she had grown numb. She allowed the female knight to securely lock her limbs with the 'Rings of Restraint,' limiting the range of motion to the absolute minimum. As her arms were bound behind her back, the cold touch of the metal sent an involuntary shiver through her, and she realized with a jolt that her hands, which she prided herself on for their ability to summon heavenly lightning and earthly fire, could not even be raised. Next came the chastity belt and bra. The female knight held up a mithril belt intricately carved with chain patterns, "This is the 'Eternal Lock,' used by slave merchants to mark their most prized 'possessions.' Once locked, only someone with the specific key can unlock it. It will firmly secure all devices within your body and continuously drain your stamina, rendering even powerful female warriors powerless in their endless weakness." "Drain stamina?" Lingxi's breath hitched. For the first time, a true sense of panic gripped her. Her source of power was precisely her extraordinary stamina and magical energy. If they were drained... "Hmph, a mere parlor trick. My magic is an ocean; how could it be drained?" Her words remained defiant, but a tremor she herself hadn't noticed crept into her voice. And then the bra, named the 'Ring of Humiliation.' Metal rings tightly clasped her breasts, and vibrating rings called 'Sparks of the Kiss' were fitted onto her nipples, while electric pads named 'Thunder's Touch' were affixed to the skin of her chest. "This is the merchants' most insidious invention, specifically designed to shatter the dignity of arrogant women. Once activated, your breasts will become the most sensitive source of torment, and every breath you take will be accompanied by a tingling 'reward.'" "Click, click." Two crisp locking sounds announced the complete surrender of Lingxi's core. She could feel her breasts being tightly constricted by the metal rings, a humiliation of being squeezed and displayed. The 'Sparks of the Kiss' on her nipples and the 'Thunder's Touch' on her chest felt like two venomous snakes, coiled silently in her most tender areas, waiting for the command to strike. She could clearly sense, as the 'Eternal Lock' activated, her magical energy being siphoned away, and an unprecedented weakness began to spread. "Your Highness, the final head restraint." The female knight's voice finally held a hint of reluctance. She picked up a cold electric collar, "'The Mark of Obedience.' This is the core of all slave devices, a symbol of the master's absolute power over the slave. It links to all your devices and is my... or rather, the 'masters'' ultimate control mechanism. As they wish, they can instantly plunge a slave into heaven or hell." "Master?" The word pierced Lingxi's heart like a poisoned thorn. For the first time, a look of near supplication appeared in her phoenix eyes. It wasn't a plea for mercy, but a woman's instinctive resistance. She looked at the female knight, a hint of hesitation in her gaze. The female knight seemed to notice nothing, instead stuffing a pair of silk stockings, radiating a faint residual warmth of magic, into her slightly parted mouth, which had opened in shock. "Your Highness, this is the 'Oath of Silence,' woven from magical spider silk. It conforms perfectly to the mouth, muffling all sound and preventing you from making any untoward noises at critical moments." The magically warm fabric filled her mouth, rendering her incapable of forming any clear syllables, only emitting muffled "whimpers." Immediately after, a cold, deep gag, the 'Choke of Silence,' was firmly fitted, its leather straps tightening around her cheeks, pushing the magical silk further down her throat, triggering violent gagging. "Mmm... Nn..." Lingxi let out suppressed moans, tears streaming down her face from the intense gagging. A sliver of regret welled up within her. She shouldn't have underestimated these devices, nor should her body have betrayed her so obviously. Her pride, at this moment, seemed utterly laughable. "Endure, Your Highness. The 'Breath of Enchantment' nasal plugs will induce more realistic reactions from your body." Two nasal plugs were inserted, and instantly, a wave of hot warmth washed away her last vestiges of reason. Her body began to heat uncontrollably, and the world before her eyes blurred into a hazy, ambiguous haze. She could feel the devices within her body seemingly activated, emitting waves of heat. Just then, the female knight added, as if casually, "Your Highness, the ultimate control of these devices does not lie with me. To prevent enslaved individuals from resorting to violence, slave merchants link the control cores of all high-level devices to the heartbeats and bloodlines of several key figures within the merchant guild. Any violent magical fluctuations or emotional resistance will be perceived by them, and... the punishment level will be automatically escalated." She struggled violently, trying to break free from the "Ring of Restraint" on her arm, wanting to gather her magic to prove her control. However, this action completely triggered a chain reaction. "Buzz—!" The "Egg of the Fiery Abyss" within her body instantly erupted with intense vibrations, intertwining with the paralyzing sensation of the "Spring of Stillness," causing her lower abdomen to spasm violently. The "Touch of Thunder" on her chest also activated simultaneously, with tingling currents like countless tiny needles piercing her sensitive breasts, making her body go limp. The "Dance of Thorns" beneath her feet was even more merciless, with sharp heels sending waves of excruciating pain, causing her to instantly lose her balance and nearly fall to her knees. "Ughhh—!" Lingxi let out a piercing wail, distorted by the gag. She suddenly felt as if she wasn't acting, but truly being tortured! Her body, her power, had become a tool for the enemy to torment her at this moment! But the female knight seemed completely unfazed, continuing her introduction, her voice clear and cold, each word like a nail driven into Lingxi's despair. "Next, to keep those female slaves quiet, we have this, which allows them to see only pure darkness." The female knight held up a pitch-black blindfold, its inner lining shimmering with a strange magical glow. "This is the 'Veil of Chaos.' It devours all light and directly injects chaotic messages into the slave's optic nerves, making them unable to discern direction even in darkness, leaving them to sink into despair." She gently placed the blindfold over Lingxi's eyes, ignoring Lingxi's slightly regretful and fearful gaze. In an instant, Lingxi's world was plunged into an unfathomable darkness, with not even a sliver of light remaining. "Next, to completely restrain the female slave." The female knight picked up a set of exquisite metal rings. Lingxi felt her limbs being secured one by one, the cold metal against her skin, making her already limited limbs even more helpless. "This is the 'Eternal Bond,' a set of electric shock rings linked to your heartbeat. The more your heart accelerates from anger or fear, the stronger the electric shock it delivers. Now, Your Highness, if you're curious, you can try to resist a little, and feel how your own life force becomes a tool to punish you." Lingxi's body tensed with anger, and her heartbeat indeed began to accelerate. The next second, a powerful current surged from her wrists and ankles, the intense pain forcing a muffled groan from her. This damned contraption had truly turned her own emotions into an instrument of torture. "Let me see, next we control the breathing." The female knight picked up a latex mask that fit her face almost perfectly, covered in tiny holes. "This is the 'Kiss of Suffocation.' It filters out most of the fresh air, so each breath you take can only inhale your own warm, moist exhaled waste gas. You will slowly feel the dizziness of oxygen deprivation, but don't worry, it won't kill you. It will only make you feel everything else more clearly on the verge of suffocation." The mask pressed tightly against her face, and Lingxi immediately felt her breathing become difficult. Each inhalation was incredibly strenuous, and the hot air she exhaled was trapped within the mask. The next time she inhaled, that moist air, carrying her body's warmth, flooded into her lungs, making her feel nauseous and dizzy in waves. Darkness, restraint, filling, suffocation... countless stimuli intertwined into a vast net, capturing her firmly. She hated this humiliation, but her body's instincts, under the dual stimulation of the devices, began to react uncontrollably. Unfamiliar, disgusting warmth surged and gathered like a tide. Lingxi regretted it a little at this moment. She shook her head desperately, struggling, wanting the female knight in front of her to stop, but the female knight seemed not to see, her tone steady as she introduced: "Next, we have layers upon layers of wrapping, to completely erase the slave's final 'human' form." The female knight picked up a silk scarf as thin as a cicada's wing and gently draped it over Lingxi's face. The aphrodisiac spices soaked into the scarf, mixed with her own moist, hot breath, formed a dizzying, cloying sweetness. "This is the 'Veil of Aphrodisia.' It will amplify every trace of pleasure in your body." The female knight then picked up a final item that looked ordinary but glowed with a faint light – a black latex hood. "Don't rush, Your Highness. Before completely erasing the slave's identity, we must first teach them 'obedience.'" She slowly and cruelly pulled this magical latex hood, named the 'Skin of Taming,' over Lingxi's head. As soon as the hood touched her skin, it tightened like a living thing, perfectly conforming to Lingxi's head shape, pressing all her hair tightly against her scalp, leaving no room for even the slightest looseness. But this was not the most terrifying part. The real torment lay in the countless nearly imperceptible magical tendrils on the inside of the hood. Like hungry leeches, they immediately attached themselves to her scalp and cheeks, beginning to inject a cold, numbing magic deep into her nerves. This magic had a peculiar effect. It did not simply transmit pain or pleasure, but twisted and amplified Lingxi's own emotions. Every bit of anger that ignited in her heart was transformed into needle-like stings that spread throughout her skull; every tremor of humiliation was amplified into uncontrollable, shameful tingles; and the sliver of rebellious will deep within her was captured and drawn out by the magic, then transformed into a false sense of submission that made her limbs go soft. "…A round of applause for our esteemed guest's generosity! And now, esteemed ladies and gentlemen!" the auctioneer's voice suddenly soared, brimming with irrepressible fervor. "Tonight's grand finale is about to commence! We have two unparalleled treasures, their value enough to topple any kingdom!" As she spoke, two colossal crystal cages were slowly levitated onto the auction stage by a magic circle. Within the left cage was Illyana, the very one Ling Xi had been yearning for. She was securely bound to an X-shaped wooden frame, her limbs stretched taut by metal restraints, forming a posture of extreme humiliation. Her knight's uniform, a symbol of honor and loyalty, was torn to shreds, revealing a toned physique beneath, marred by whip marks and love bites. A large gag filled her mouth, but her eyes, burning with an unyielding flame, still glared fiercely at every spectator below, like a trapped lioness. Yet, even so, a faintly glowing "Egg of the Fiery Abyss" pulsed rhythmically on her lower abdomen. Each pulse caused her body to involuntarily twitch, a flicker of undeniable pain and haze crossing her resolute gaze. And in the right cage, a "plaything" completely shrouded, its human form indiscernible. It was secured by countless leather straps and metal rings to a specially designed display stand, its back turned to the audience in an exceedingly humiliating pose. A black latex hood concealed all its features, leaving only a perfectly sculpted, voluptuous figure. It remained motionless, as if dead, but the slight rise and fall of its chest, and the occasional seep of crystalline fluid from certain crevices, signaled that this "work of art" was alive and enduring silent torture. "Esteemed guests, behold!" the auctioneer pointed excitedly at Illyana. "The commander of the Empire's most elite 'Oath of Roses' Knights! Illyana! A true Valkyrie! Her body, her will, are like the finest spirits, requiring only a touch of 'discipline' to become the wildest trophy on your bed! And the other, an unknown maiden from an ancient lineage, known only for possessing terrifying power capable of crushing an entire legion before her capture! But now, esteemed guests, behold, she has been utterly tamed! This 'Abyssal Embrace' set has transformed her into a mere obedient doll! Every inch of her body craves its master's touch! Her identity, her power, will belong to tonight's ultimate victor! And now, who will these two peerless beauties fall into the hands of? Starting bid, ten million!" "Ten million!" "Fifteen million!" "I bid twenty million!" Frenzied bids erupted, one after another. These nobles, usually so prim and proper, now roared like mad hyenas, howling for those bound bodies, exulting over a beautiful female slave capable of crushing a legion's combat power. At the apex of this clamor, Ling Xi's consciousness, tormented to the brink of collapse, was struck as if by a thunderclap. Illyana… Commander… She's right beside me! This thought, like a divine flame ignited in boundless darkness, instantly pierced her brain, which had been thrown into disarray by the "Skin of Taming"! She saw it, through her distorted vision, she saw the unyielding, desperate flame in Illyana's eyes! That was the oath they swore, fighting side-by-side, sharing life and death! That was her dignity as a "Sun Soul," the glory of the Empire! "Ugh…!!!" A guttural roar, unlike any human sound, suppressed to its absolute limit, erupted from the depths of Ling Xi's throat! It was not a cry for help, nor a lament, but… the burning fury that incinerated the nine heavens! "Buzz—!!!" Centered on her, an indescribable golden inferno suddenly erupted! This was no ordinary flame, but pure divine fire, transformed from the judgment will of the "Sun Soul"! It defied physics, defied rules, and instantly consumed all the restraints on her body! "Spring of Stillness," "Egg of the Fiery Abyss," "Chains of Shadow"… those magical creations that the slave merchants prided themselves on, in the face of this divine fire, were like ice and snow meeting lava, instantly vaporized, evaporated, leaving not even a trace of ash! The "Skin of Taming" hood, after emitting a shrill shriek, shattered inch by inch, turning into black powder! "Boom!" The crystal display stand that bound her exploded with a deafening roar under the impact of this power! Ling Xi slowly rose from the burning golden light. Her ink-black hair, soaked with sweat, transformed into flowing golden lava, each strand dancing wildly, exuding an aura that could incinerate all things. Her bare feet hovered above the ground, each step leaving a burning golden imprint on the obsidian floor. The temperature of the entire venue rose sharply. The crystal cages, under the pressure of divine might, emitted groaning "crackling" sounds, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across them. Her naked, fair body still bore the marks of restraints and the traces of humiliation, but her eyes were no longer those of a tormented plaything. They were phoenix eyes burning with a golden sun! They were the eyes of the "Sun Soul," judging all things! Her long hair danced like a golden waterfall, her entire being enveloped in an aura of majesty and killing intent that could make gods tremble! "Click... click..." A series of grating, precisely meshing sounds echoed. A chastity device, constructed entirely from dark purple metal and living amethyst, embodying a bizarre aesthetic, began to form around her! It clung tightly, seamlessly molding to every curve of her body. A metal ring etched with wicked runes encircled her waist, and a smooth, perfectly fitted plate covered her front, sealing away her last vestiges of dignity. The device seemed to meld with her, cold and unyielding, exuding an irresistible, possessive pressure that declared ownership. But this was merely the beginning. With dawning horror, Riihaku saw three circular sockets, arranged side-by-side and glowing with an ominous purple light, emerge from the center of the smooth plate. As her heart pounded violently with fear, these sockets seemed to activate, and from them, three "instruments" of varying shapes, yet equally terrifying, slowly, monstrously grew! The uppermost one was the thickest and longest, its surface covered in tangled, vein-like purple sinews. Its tip was a grotesque, viper-head-like suction cup, aimed directly at her most sacred, untouched secret place. The middle one was comparatively slender but covered in tiny, constantly retracting barbs that glinted with metallic coldness. Its target was her tightly closed, shy anus. The lowest one was the most bizarre. It was not solid but a constantly writhing sphere of pure purple energy, its surface studded with countless tiny mouths. It slowly descended, aiming for her urethral opening, already overflowing with arousal from the gag. "No... no... please... *sob*..." Riihaku's ravaged will, pushed to its breaking point, finally shattered completely upon seeing these three terrifying "keys." For the first time, genuine tears of fear streamed from her proud phoenix eyes. She shook her head frantically, her body trembling violently, but the chastity device tightened like a living thing, pinning her firmly in place, unable to move. "—Buzz!!!" Without any preamble, without any hesitation. With a malevolent hum, the three terrifying instruments, at the exact same instant, launched their merciless, devastating full assault! "Ughhhhhhh—!!!" A piercing, inhuman shriek, muffled by the gag but still echoing throughout the entire cavern, erupted from Riihaku's throat! The thickest, longest, sinew-covered behemoth above plunged into her dry, tight vagina with a tearing, irresistible force, all at once! An unprecedented, body-splitting agony and a sensation of being ripped apart surged through her nerves! The viper-head suction cup, the moment it entered, latched on greedily to the deep recesses of her cervix! Simultaneously, the middle iron rod, covered in barbs, pried open her tight anus with even greater brutality and cruelty, thrusting in without mercy! The tiny barbs scraped against her most sensitive, most vulnerable intestinal walls, bringing waves of stimulation that made her soul convulse, a mixture of excruciating pain and bizarre pleasure! And the writhing energy sphere below, like a leech seeking its nest, precisely located her small urethral opening and then violently contracted, forcing its way inside! Its countless mouths began to frantically attach and suck on every inch of the tender flesh within her urethra, bringing an extreme shame and numbness that made her wish for death but unable to die, only wanting to lose control of her bladder! Invaded in three places simultaneously, receiving devastating stimulation in three places at once! Riihaku's body arched violently, like a shrimp with a broken back. Her beautiful phoenix eyes instantly lost all focus, turning completely white, contorted by extreme agony! Her mind went blank. All thought, all dignity, all will, were utterly crushed and swept away in this triple-layered torment that surpassed the limits of her flesh! She could no longer make any sound, only opening her mouth in vain like a soulless being, a mixture of tears, saliva, and a foul stench trickling from the corners, choked by the gag.