The girls' bondage game

The carriage suddenly jolted violently, jolting him out of his bitter thoughts. Lin An's slender fingers gripped the window frame, his knuckles turning white from the force. He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?" The coachman's trembling voice came from the front, "Young... Young Master, it's an executive from the Demon Binding Society ahead!" Lin An's pupils contracted sharply. He yanked open the curtain embroidered with the family crest, only to see a woman in a black uniform leaning lazily beside the carriage opposite him. Her red lips curved into a playful arc, and she winked at him cheekily. "Trouble," Lin An had encountered members of the Demon Binding Society before. It was funny, really, these people spent their days looking for people to tie them up. If they could break free, they would not hesitate to kill that person. If they couldn't, they would willingly become your maid. Although this world had a penchant for restraint, the materials were poor, either ropes or handcuffs. For these great mages, it was too low-level. It was a shame that he had the strength but could do nothing. Just as Lin An was lamenting his fate, the system he had been waiting for for 18 years appeared in his mind! [Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding the Down Jacket Restraint System!] Lin An was stunned, then overjoyed. He immediately began to check the system panel. Race: Human Name: Lin An Restraint Items: Long Down Jacket (can seal all magic when worn) Dragon Scale Zip Ties (made from ancient dragon scales) Python Skin Tape (exterior made of snakeskin, can withstand strong pulling without breaking) Shop Restraint Mittens: 1000 Nifu Coins Cling Film: 700 Nifu Coins Long Down Jackets (all styles): 100,000 Nifu Coins, now on sale for only 500 Nifu Coins! ... ... Lin An's fingers slid rapidly across the redemption interface, coins clinking into his account. When he looked up, Shangguan Xi was impatiently stomping her foot, her red dress fluttering in the wind. The moment the carriage door opened, sunlight poured out, illuminating the boy's amber eyes. As he bowed, the cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread on his cuffs flashed slightly. His voice was as clear as a mountain stream. Shangguan Xi twisted her wrists, the silver bracelets jingling. She thought this young man was much more interesting than those trembling cowards. Shangguan Xi, with her serpentine waist, came before Lin An and provocatively lifted his chin. Her eyes, like silk, purred, "Little brother, how do you want to bind me? Don't worry, big sister will cooperate with you~" Lin An remained unmoved, maintaining his impeccable smile. He added, "Then please wait for me, Miss. I'll go to the carriage to get the restraint tools." Shangguan Xi waved her hand, signaling Lin An to hurry back. Lin An quickly returned to the carriage and redeemed three silver-white long down jackets from the system. He didn't forget the zip ties and tape. When Shangguan Xi saw the clothes Lin An was holding, she curiously touched the fabric. It felt smooth. Why had their Demon Binding Society never seen this kind of material? Never mind, Shangguan Xi didn't care. She just enjoyed the feeling of being restrained and unable to move. Lin An first took out a length of rope and tied a thong around Shangguan Xi's "peach" area. Just below the "peach," he tied several small knots. "Mmm~ Mmm~ This is interesting," Shangguan Xi admitted that this was a binding method she had never seen before. As soon as she moved, the ropes below would make her entire body weak. This feeling was quite good. Lin An's hands didn't stop. After binding the "peach," he pulled the excess rope to the ground. Then, he took out the zip ties and began to meticulously bind Shangguan Xi's fair, tender legs. Sturdy zip ties continuously restrained Shangguan Xi's thighs. Shangguan Xi's beautiful eyes had not left the novel restraint tools Lin An had taken out since the beginning. You could say, these things, though small, were much more useful than ropes. Lin An bound her thighs, above and below her knees, her calves, ankles, and even her toes, leaving no part unbound with the zip ties. After finishing, Lin An stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow. Shangguan Xi, meanwhile, was twisting her serpentine waist in place, struggling. "Hey, you little guy are quite interesting~" Shangguan Xi was like a child who had found a new toy. Lin An walked over, holding two silver-white long down jackets, and replied with a smile, "This is just leg restraint. I believe these two specially made clothes, designed to restrict the human range of motion, will surely satisfy you even more." Shangguan Xi nodded. "If you can satisfy me after you're done binding, I won't kill you. However, you must sign a contract with me. You have to set aside time every day to bind me. Of course, I will also guarantee your personal safety." Leaning in, an oppressive aura, a blend of expensive perfume and danger, washed over him. "I'll give you three chances. Within those three, if you can make me unable to struggle free... then, from this moment on, I, Bai Zhirou, am yours." She paused, deliberately drawing out her tone, observing Lin An's reaction, before slowly adding, "But... if I manage to break free within three chances..." The rest of her words remained unspoken, but her soul-stirring, seductive eyes swept meaningfully over Lin An, then flickered to Shangguan Xi, who was still writhing slightly beside them. The unsaid implication was more chilling than any direct threat, and both men understood perfectly – the price of failure would likely be far more than just losing the "prize" before them. Lin An forced himself to ignore the unsettling threat, focusing his attention on Bai Zhirou. He meticulously examined the "prey" who had willingly walked into his grasp: the breathtaking curves outlined by her qipao, her long, straight legs, her slender, supple waist, and her full, ample bosom... This was indeed a perfect body, one that could make any man's blood surge, a work of art waiting to be meticulously sculpted. He swallowed hard, not out of lust, but from a complex emotion of tension, excitement, and the thrill of an ultimate challenge. "Since that is the case, Miss Bai, then... please excuse my rudeness." Lin An no longer hesitated, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. With what appeared to be a casual flick of his wrist, several items materialized in his hand – essential tools retrieved from his mysterious system space. Surprisingly, Bai Zhirou not only didn't resist but, as Lin An produced a pure black, extra-long down jacket identical to Shangguan Xi's, a flicker of eagerness crossed her eyes. She almost eagerly took it, elegantly and swiftly putting it on and zipping it up. The black down jacket seemed to come alive, instantly enveloping and concealing her fiery curves, replacing them with a peculiar sense of weight and snugness. What did it feel like? Bai Zhirou narrowed her eyes slightly, experiencing a close, all-encompassing fit unlike that of the qipao. It was as if... she was completely enveloped by a powerful and reliable sense of security, like an invisible yet potent man holding her tightly from behind, protecting her. It was warm, grounding, and almost made her drowsy. No wonder... no wonder her third sister, with her skills and temperament, had fallen for this kid. Even her own resolve, at the moment of putting on this jacket, had nearly faltered, a hint of indescribable dependence and relaxation creeping in. Bai Zhirou stood still, gently moving her shoulders and arms, feeling the subtle sensation of the fabric against her skin. A satisfied hum escaped her nostrils, "Mmm~ Not bad, little one. This outfit... is quite interesting." Lin An smiled faintly, not replying. At this moment, he had fully entered the state of a "creator." He first took out a roll of wide, black industrial-strength tape and skillfully wrapped Bai Zhirou's hands, which she had instinctively clenched into fists, ensuring she couldn't cause any trouble with her nails or fingertips. This time, he didn't intend to use the common straight-arm binding method but chose a more artistic and restrictive technique – the reverse hand Guanyin bind. He moved behind Bai Zhirou, his professional rope moving like a living black serpent, nimbly weaving and coiling. He started from her wrists, each loop of rope fitting snugly, ensuring both security and preventing excessive restriction of blood circulation. Every wrap, every knot, was precise and rhythmic. Even more astonishingly, between each main rope, Lin An meticulously added three horizontal securing ropes. These horizontal ropes not only enhanced the overall structural stability but also formed a unique geometric beauty, like a precise pattern drawn on a black canvas. Then, he skillfully wrapped the rope above and below the pair of prominent "peaks" on Bai Zhirou's chest, creating a clever lock. This binding method was extremely ingenious; even if the wearer knew certain special bone-dislocation techniques, they would be unable to leverage their strength due to these two crucial restraints on their chest, completely eliminating any possibility of escape. After completing the upper body restraint, Lin An bent down. He gently lifted the hem of the black down jacket, revealing Bai Zhirou's slender feet clad in stockings. He didn't overlook any detail. First, he used a thin rope to tie her ten toes together, then secured them with small pieces of tape, completely eliminating any possibility of using her feet for leverage. Next, he employed a similar cross-binding technique as the upper body, starting from her ankles and moving upwards, binding and securing her calves, thighs, and other key areas. The rope sank into the soft stockings and skin, outlining the taut lines of her legs, exuding a sense of restrictive power while also possessing a strange, meticulously crafted beauty. Having finished everything, Lin An straightened up, carefully examining his creation. The black down jacket and black ropes formed a stark contrast with Bai Zhirou's fair skin and vibrant red lips, creating a visually striking image. But he felt something was still missing, a dynamic element that would truly "bring this 'artwork' to life." He walked over to a toolbox nearby and took out a delicately shaped vibrator, emitting a cold metallic sheen. He skillfully turned it on, and the device immediately emitted a low, continuous hum. Lin An, expressionless, precisely inserted the source of vibration into the tightly wrapped "peach valley" between Bai Zhirou's qipao's slit, and pushed the switch to the maximum setting. "Ugh—!" Bai Zhirou was caught off guard, her body trembling violently. An intense, electric sensation shot from her lower body throughout her entire being. The playful and composed expression on her face instantly flushed with two streaks of red, her eyes becoming hazy, and her breathing involuntarily quickening. Just as she was about to say something, perhaps a protest, perhaps something else, Lin An was quick as lightning, giving her no opportunity. He picked up a [xx] identical to the one in Shangguan Xi's mouth and swiftly stuffed it into Bai Zhirou's slightly parted lips, which were parted in surprise. Immediately after, he grabbed the roll of black tape, tore off a long strip with a "shhh" sound, and unceremoniously pressed it onto Bai Zhirou's delicate red lips. One strip, two strips, three strips... until her mouth was completely sealed, rendering her unable to utter any clear sound, only muffled, suppressed whimpers from the depths of her throat. Bai Zhirou could only stand there helplessly, her body trembling slightly from the continuous intense stimulation, her upper body involuntarily twisting slightly. Her posture was less of a struggle and more of a seductive, "wanting to refuse but also wanting to accept." But unfortunately, Lin An's mind at this moment was as hard as the coldest iron. He wasn't unfeeling; he was completely immersed in a higher form of pleasure – the state of mind that combines calmness and fervor unique to a creator facing their masterpiece. Beauty and temptation were mere distractions in his eyes; he purely enjoyed the art of restraint, the rhythm of control. Lin An reached out, grasping the rope connected to Bai Zhirou's core sensitive points, pulling her step by step towards Shangguan Xi like leading an unwilling but helpless pet. Shangguan Xi's struggling movements visibly paused upon seeing her elder sister brought over in a similar, even more humiliating, posture, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Lin An took out another piece of rope and skillfully tied a horizontal connecting rope between Bai Zhirou's and Shangguan Xi's core ropes. This way, they were completely linked together. If either of them moved too much, attempting to struggle, the stronger pulling force would be directly transmitted to the other through this connecting rope, intensifying their pain and stimulation. This was a subtle mutual restraint, forcing them to maintain an extremely awkward and difficult balance. Lin An stepped back a couple of paces, crossing his arms, and looked at the "sister flowers" standing side-by-side, writhing slightly in black and silver restraints, emitting suppressed whimpers, as if admiring a sculpture. He reached out, playfully flicking Shangguan Xi's nose, then fiddled with the vibrating device on Bai Zhirou, causing both of them to let out a more intense groan and tremor simultaneously. After a moment of teasing, a satisfied Lin An finally turned around, no longer paying attention to the scene of forbidden beauty behind him. He walked with light steps to the warehouse door, pushed open the iron gate again, and his figure merged into the deeper night outside. Next, Lin An began to attend to Nana-ko's upper body. He had Nana-ko bring her arms behind her back. Nana-ko remained in a state of tipsy enjoyment throughout, feeling Lin An's nimble hands roam, entwine, and tighten on her. Every movement he made was so precise, so fluid, it was as if he wasn't binding her, but performing a solemn ritual or sculpting a masterpiece. "Next, shall we use the Japanese style for the upper body? What do you think, Madam?" Lin An asked, adjusting the rope's position, his tone conversational, yet his confidence in his technique was evident. "Japanese style? What's that?" Nana-ko asked, puzzled. She searched her mind for any memory of such a binding, but found none. What she had encountered were mostly crude, aesthetically lacking methods of restraint. Lin An's heart gave a slight jolt. "Damn!" he thought. How could he have let slip the name of this traditional rope art? This world didn't seem to have the concept of "Japanese." However, seeing Nana-ko's completely accepting, even adoring, "sweet and naive" expression, he was spared the trouble of an explanation. He quickly adjusted his mindset and continued his work, unfazed. He had Nana-ko cross her wrists behind her back, palms facing each other, then tightly wrapped the rope around her wrists several times, securing it with a knot that was both firm and easy to release. He then led the excess rope forward, around her armpits, and across the front of Nana-ko's ample "pride," above and below her breasts, with horizontal rope loops. These loops were then connected to the arms behind her back, forming several horizontal bands. These loops not only further restricted her arm movement but also cleverly supported and accentuated the curves of her breasts, making her figure appear even more prominent and alluring under the tight restraint. The distribution of knots and the direction of the ropes were exquisitely beautiful, like a meticulously woven net art piece covering her goose-yellow down jacket. Lin An stepped back, carefully appraising his creation. Before him stood Nana-ko, clad in a striking goose-yellow down jacket, her body tightly bound by red ropes in a highly aesthetic manner. Her curves were exquisitely outlined, her face flushed, her eyes hazy. She possessed the grace of a noblewoman, mingled with a conquered, pitiable aura. Lin An inwardly gave his work a perfect score; it was undoubtedly another successful display of his "art." Finally, Lin An took a delicate leather gag with a small metal bell in the center from a brocade box nearby. He gestured for Nana-ko to open her mouth, gently placed the gag inside, and then tied the strap behind her head. The bell emitted a faint "ding" with Nana-ko's slight breaths and swallows. Thus, the "artistic" creation of her entire body was complete! Lin An nodded with satisfaction, grasped a lead rope attached to the main knot behind Nana-ko – the so-called "crotch rope" – and gently pulled open the curtain to the experience room. Somen, who had been waiting outside with bated breath, immediately saw his wife's current appearance. His eyes lit up, and an irrepressible look of surprise and excitement spread across his face. He clapped his hands repeatedly, exclaiming, "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Boss Lin, thank you so much! Look at my wife now, tsk tsk, she loves it! How much? This effect is absolutely worth it!" As he spoke, he eagerly took the lead rope from Lin An's hand, like a child with a new toy, and couldn't resist giving it a gentle tug. The pull of the rope instantly transmitted to Nana-ko's most sensitive areas through the intricate knots. She immediately let out a suppressed whimper, her body went weak, and she collapsed into Somen's arms, appearing petite and dependent. Lin An flexed his wrists, which were a bit sore from the prolonged, delicate manipulation, and quoted in his steady tone, "One goose-yellow custom down jacket, priced at 998 Ni-fu coins. For Madam's use today, I've employed my exclusive binding techniques, honed through personal research. As you are my first customer, I'll only charge a labor fee of 88 Ni-fu coins. The total comes to 1086 Ni-fu coins." Somen quickly calculated after hearing the price and felt he had struck gold! He had previously sought out several so-called restraint art masters, hoping to learn some techniques to please his wife, but just one month of introductory lessons cost no less than 10,000 Ni-fu coins, and the results were far from what he saw before him. He hadn't expected this newly opened shop, not only to have the impressive record of taking down two F·X members, but also to boast a dazzling array of props and a shop owner with astonishingly superb skills. He was confident that it wouldn't be long before this small shop, named "Neon Robe Restraint," would become incredibly popular in the city, with reservations becoming impossible to get! "Worth it! Totally worth it!" Somen readily pulled out his exquisitely crafted leather wallet, counted out the corresponding bills, and handed them to Lin An, completing the transaction swiftly and decisively. He carefully supported Nana-ko, who had difficulty moving, with one hand, while holding the lead rope symbolizing control in the other. He looked like he was leading the most precious treasure in the world, his face beaming with satisfaction and pride, as he slowly, step by step, exited the shop. The other female customers who had been waiting outside, witnessing Nana-ko's entire process from entering to exiting through the glass window – including curious young girls and eager, still-charming married women – could no longer contain their excitement and longing. As soon as Lin An saw the Somen couple out and turned back into the shop, before he could even catch his breath, this group of women surged in like a tide, instantly surrounding him. They bombarded him with questions about prices and experience options. Some, overcome with emotion, even grabbed Lin An's arm, refusing to let him leave, and clamored to be the next to experience it. The shop was instantly filled with the sounds of a flock of birds, a stark contrast to the previous tranquility. Lin An looked at the fervent scene before him, maintaining his mysterious smile. He knew that the path of his "art" had truly taken its first successful step today. This shop, "Neon Robe Restraint," was destined to become a unique legend in the city. And his "art" would undoubtedly find more "soulmates" who understood and appreciated it. "How about we try making her crawl like a dog?" At this moment, Young Master Chen Yu also walked in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He suggested, "Since Miss Su initially wanted to experience the same level of restraint as the third-in-command of the Evil Binding Society, it's rumored that after the third-in-command was captured, he was hung up and severely guarded. Why don't we... simulate that state as well? To completely satisfy Miss Su's wish?" He deliberately lowered his voice, but the content of his words made the eyes of several women light up. "Right! Hang her up!" "But... how do we hang her? There are no special racks here..." "Silly, we can find a way!" The girl in the goose-yellow dress named Xiaoxiao had a flash of inspiration. She ran to a corner of the experience area where some auxiliary props were placed. She took a bundle of sturdy cotton rope and skillfully made a noose, forming a rope loop. Then, she walked up to Su Yu, who was unsteady on her feet and could only sway slightly, and placed the noose around her slender neck, which was wrapped in a thick collar. She tightened it slightly, ensuring that it wouldn't suffocate her, yet wouldn't allow her to easily break free. "Sister Yu, I'll have to trouble you a bit~" Xiaoxiao said with a giggle, then pulled the other end of the rope and looked up at a sturdy metal ring on the ceiling of the experience area, which was preset for hanging sandbags or gymnastic rings. She stood on tiptoe and tried to throw the rope over the ring, then pulled down the other end. "Come on, Sister Yu, lift your feet a bit higher, yes, even higher..." Xiaoxiao directed. Su Yu obeyed, trying her best to stand on tiptoe with her legs bound by zip ties, raising her body as much as possible. This process was extremely difficult for her. Her tightly bound body had very poor balance, and she could only support her entire weight on her tiptoes like a compass, her body trembling slightly. Only when she reached her highest point, with only a small area of her forefoot touching the ground, was her neck straightened by the pull of the rope. Her head tilted back slightly, and her breathing became more rapid and difficult. Xiaoxiao straightened the rope and gauged the length, originally intending to tie the end of the rope to a fixed hook on the wall. However, as her gaze swept over Su Yu's ankles, which were clad in black stockings and faintly showed the marks of zip ties, peeking out from the hem of her long down jacket due to her extreme effort to stand on tiptoe, a more brilliant idea emerged. She smiled slyly and, instead of tying the rope to the wall, she squatted down, holding the end of the rope. She skillfully wrapped it around Su Yu's left ankle, which was bound by thin ropes at the toes and secured by zip ties at the ankle, tying a special knot that was both firm and potentially escapable (but with the price of tightening the noose around her neck). After tying it, Xiaoxiao clapped her hands with satisfaction and stood up. Facing the puzzled looks of the surrounding sisters, she proudly snorted twice, "Hmph! I tied the rope to her ankle for a profound reason!" The others still looked at her with skeptical eyes. Xiaoxiao helplessly put her hands on her hips and explained, "Think about it. If it were fixed to the wall or a pillar like usual, although it would be secure, it would still feel like it lacked the fun of 'interaction.' But now, with the rope connected to her neck and ankles, as soon as Sister Su can't hold on, lowers her heels, or tries to move, the loosening of the rope on her ankle will immediately transmit to her neck, causing the noose around her neck to tighten automatically! So, whether she's uncomfortable, and how uncomfortable she is, will depend entirely on her own will and physical strength! Isn't that more interesting? This is true 'suffering the consequences of one's own actions'!" She used the phrase "suffering the consequences of one's own actions," her tone filled with the joy of a successful prank. As soon as Xiaoxiao said this, the young masters and ladies around her were enlightened, and they all expressed their admiration and praise for Xiaoxiao's "creativity." "Brilliant! Sister Xiaoxiao is so clever!" "This is going to be quite a show!" Just then, the girl who had run out earlier to handle procurement also returned, panting, holding a long, cloth-wrapped object in her hand. Xiaoxiao took the item, unwrapped the cloth, and revealed a finely crafted, remote-controlled vibrator. A wicked smile spread across her face. She squatted down, lifted the hem of Su Yu's bright red long down jacket, adjusted the vibrator to a suitable angle, and aimed it through the thin qipao fabric at a certain hidden "peach" crevice. Then, she pressed the switch on the remote control and turned the power directly to maximum! "Vvvvvvvv!!!" A strong vibration sound immediately erupted. Although muffled by the clothes, it was still clearly audible in the relatively quiet experience area. "Mmmph mmmph!!!" Su Yu's eyes widened instantly, her pupils constricting. Her delicate body trembled violently as if electrocuted. The tightly bound body began to writhe and struggle uncontrollably due to the sudden intense stimulation. However, the more she struggled, the harder it was for her to maintain balance on her tiptoes. The noose around her neck tightened and loosened intermittently, bringing the risk of suffocation, while the continuous strong vibration from below pushed her to the brink of collapse. Several extreme sensations intertwined – the powerlessness of restraint, the threat of suffocation, and the unspeakable intense stimulation from below – plunging her into unprecedented chaos and a storm of sensations. The whimpers from her mouth became rapid and broken, and tears of physiological response welled up in the corners of her eyes. "After all, this is what Miss Su requested for a deep experience. I'm just providing a professional service to help her fulfill her wish," he thought, skillfully selecting a set of accompanying props – specially made soft restraints, widened and thickened Velcro straps, highly elastic specialized tape, a few small, exquisite vibrating massagers (set to the gentlest setting), and some protective padding to ensure safety and comfort. He then handed over the three thick pink down jackets. Su Xin'er reached out and took them. As soon as she held them, her arms sank slightly. She exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, these down jackets... they feel unusually heavy? Are they special thickened models?" Lin An was not surprised by her observation and calmly nodded. "That's right. They are custom-made to achieve a better 'immersive' experience. Their warmth and the feeling of being enveloped are top-notch." Su Xin'er's face flushed, a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she began to put them on, one by one. The first one on, her immediate sensation was: so heavy! So warm! She felt as if she had been instantly enveloped by a soft yet firm cloud. Her movements were noticeably restricted, but this feeling of being tightly wrapped inexplicably brought a strange sense of security and "restraint." Then, she put on the second one. The weight doubled, and the feeling of being enveloped intensified. Her range of motion was further limited, making even turning around clumsy. She knew the third one would be put on last, after other fixed steps were completed, serving to conceal and reinforce, making it almost impossible for her to break free with her own strength. Thinking of this, the secret anticipation in her heart grew a little stronger. After putting on the two basic down jackets, Su Xin'er followed Lin An's instructions, aligning the bottom of the long zippers of the down jackets with the key positions, allowing the basic knots already tied to be cleverly threaded out a little from the pre-reserved small holes inside the clothes. Then, she picked up a small, cute pink heart-shaped lock prepared on the service counter and, with a "click," locked the double zippers of the down jackets together at the bottom. She then carefully placed the small key into the outer pocket of the down jacket – this way, when she wanted to end the experience, she could unlock it herself or ask a friend for help, which would prolong the experience time and ensure her autonomy. Lin An walked behind Su Xin'er and took out the prepared widened Velcro straps (replacing the zip ties in the original text for greater safety and comfort). He gestured for Su Xin'er to extend her arms behind her back, then gently but firmly secured them at her arm joints with the straps, forming a relatively natural Y-shaped posture with her arms behind her. He then used several more straps of the same kind to secure her wrists, forearms, and other positions, ensuring firmness while maximizing blood circulation. "Click, click..." The sound of the Velcro fastening was light and crisp. After finishing the securing, Lin An stepped back two paces, carefully examining Su Xin'er's back, then walked around to the front to observe. From the front, Su Xin'er's arms were completely hidden behind her. Although the two thick pink down jackets were loose, they still couldn't completely conceal her proud upper body curves, and instead, they appeared even more striking under the constricting sensation. Once Lin An confirmed that the upper body's restraints were in order, he gently lifted the hem of Su Xin'er's down jacket and crouched down to attend to the lower half. Using the same widened Velcro straps, he secured her ankles, below and above her knees, and other positions. Finally, he even used a very soft, small strap with a plush protective pad to gently bring her big toes together and secure them – this small detail would greatly enhance the feeling of losing balance and increase the fun of the experience. Subsequently, Lin An carefully helped Su Xin'er, who was already restricted in her movements, to slowly and somewhat clumsily sit onto a specially designed experience chair covered with soft padding. He then picked up a roll of pink elastic bandage with breathable holes (replacing the cloth tape in the original text for greater comfort and safety) and began to carefully wrap her hands, which were behind her back. He first gently secured Su Xin'er's hands into fists, then meticulously wrapped them with the bandage, and finally wrapped the two small "fists" together to form a larger secured unit. Lin An touched the back of Su Xin'er's hands, feeling their temperature and tightness, confirming that the tension was appropriate and would not cause numbness. Then, his attention turned to Su Xin'er's feet. Using the same elastic bandage with breathable holes, Lin An brought her ankles together and skillfully wrapped and secured them. With this, Su Xin'er couldn't even think about jumping; even standing steadily on her own would become a highly challenging task. After completing these steps, Lin An turned and picked up a cute, ball-shaped silicone gag (replacing the [xx] in the original text) and brought it to Su Xin'er's mouth. Su Xin'er obediently opened her mouth slightly, allowing the ball to be placed inside. The design of this prop prevented accidental tongue bites, did not impede breathing, and provided a slight feeling of fullness. Lin An then used a moderately wide, breathable tape with a cute pattern (replacing the tape in the original text) and applied two horizontal strips across Su Xin'er's lips. This provided a visual effect of restraint without making her feel overly stifled, and the beautiful outline of her lips remained visible. Finally, Lin An gently tugged on the main lead rope connected to the basic knots behind Su Xin'er. Su Xin'er immediately felt a strange force from her buttocks and thighs, a mixture of slight itching and pulling, which involuntarily caused her to stand up somewhat unsteadily, following the guidance of the rope. The thick down jacket on her body made a "swishing" sound as she moved. Lin An stood at a moderate distance from Su Xin'er, gently and rhythmically pulling the rope. Su Xin'er, like a puppet doll wrapped in a thick pink cloud, controlled by invisible threads, could only passively and somewhat clumsily twist her layered and restrained body, trying to maintain her balance. Muffled, somewhat helpless and amusing "woos" emanated intermittently from her partially gagged mouth, complementing her flushed cheeks and moist eyes, creating a peculiar and slightly humorous scene. The other customers watching around, seeing Su Xin'er's "lively" reaction with just a few gentle tugs of the rope, couldn't help but chuckle softly, their eyes showing a mixture of curiosity and admiration. They all marveled at Lin An's professional and ingenious "restraint" techniques. Seeing that everything was progressing smoothly and the participant was in good condition, Lin An smiled and handed the lead rope to Su Xin'er's best friend, who had long been eager to try. As expected, it was the lively and mischievous girl, Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao, with a "scheming" smirk, took the rope, winked at Su Xin'er, and said, "Xin'er, ready to start our 'adventure'?" With that, she deliberately pulled the rope a little harder, then led the movement-impaired Su Xin'er, like a clumsy yet adorable pink penguin, step by wobbly step, towards the center of the more spacious experience area. Upon reaching the open space, Xiao Xiao cheerfully called out to the surrounding onlookers, "Come, come, everyone, come and touch! Our little penguin is very 'fragile' right now and needs everyone's 'care'!" Amidst good-natured laughter, several small hands began to curiously and gently stroke Su Xin'er's thick down jacket, or touch her secured arms and legs. Being "harassed" by countless hands, combined with the peculiar sensation of being tightly bound and the foreign object in her mouth, Su Xin'er's face had already turned as red as a ripe apple, almost bleeding. Her gagged mouth could only emit more rapid and muffled "woos," and her body, under the heavy down jacket and layers of restraint, could only perform extremely small and helpless twists. "This down jacket feels so good, so soft and fluffy, like touching clouds!" A fingertip lightly traced the fabric on her arm, creating a faint friction. "How many layers are you wearing underneath? Xin'er looks so puffy, like a big pink rice dumpling, haha!" Another hand even boldly patted her back. The thick filling absorbed most of the force, emitting a muffled "poof." "Look at her legs, tied so tightly. She looks so pathetic standing there, and so funny." Someone squatted down, fingers pressing lightly through the tights and straps on her calf. Su Xin'er shivered all over. These touches were not malicious, even gentle, but in her current state of extreme sensitivity and restricted movement, every touch was amplified manifold. She couldn't see whose hands they were, nor could she predict where the next touch would land. This uncertainty and passivity made her heart race, a mix of intense shame and a strange thrill. She wanted to dodge, but her feet were firmly bound together. Any slight movement would throw her off balance, forcing her to rely on her core, hips, and legs to maintain a precarious equilibrium. The heavy down jacket severely restricted her movements, making every tiny adjustment an arduous task, accompanied by a rustling sound. What made her feel most "uncomfortable" and at a loss was the "control" exerted by her best friend, Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao held the lead rope, her face beaming with the triumphant smile of a successful prankster. She didn't pull roughly, but rather like fishing, sometimes gently tugging, sometimes swaying slightly, her rhythm unpredictable. "Xin'er, don't be so stiff, relax a bit, just go with the feeling of the rope." Xiaoxiao's voice was teasing as she deliberately pulled the rope gently backward and to the side. "Ugh—!" A short, muffled groan escaped Su Xin'er's throat. The force of the pull, transmitted through the complex knot structure, had a very subtle point of application, causing the muscles in her hips and thighs to involuntarily tighten. Her body leaned back slightly to counteract the force, making her already compromised balance even more precarious. The heavy down jacket felt like a lead weight, hindering her every reaction. "Yes, yes, that's it. Look at our Xin'er, so obedient." Xiaoxiao giggled and changed direction, flicking her wrist, the rope pulling horizontally. Su Xin'er was forced to take a small step to the side—if that could be called a "step." Her ankles were tied together, so any movement was more of a clumsy, full-body, tense shuffle. The hem of the down jacket swept the ground, making her look more like a penguin struggling in a mud puddle. The girls around her laughed even harder. "Xiaoxiao, be gentler, can't you see Xin'er's face is all red?" A seemingly kind voice chimed in, but then, the speaker's hand landed on Su Xin'er's waist and gently tickled her. It was precisely where the down jacket was cinched. Even through the thick layers of clothing, the sudden itch made Su Xin'er flinch violently, her body leaning forward uncontrollably. This forward lean perfectly met the rope, which Xiaoxiao had strategically relaxed and then quickly pulled again. "Mmmph...!" Su Xin'er let out a more pronounced whimper, her body forming an awkward arc. She barely managed to regain her balance without falling flat on her face. She could feel the knot digging deeper into the soft restraints, sending an indescribable sensation, a mix of slight pain and intense presence. Fine beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. Her body, encased in the down jacket, began to feel hot, an internal, restless heat. "Oh my, is our Xin'er trying to throw herself into our arms?" Xiaoxiao deliberately misinterpreted her movement, her smile growing more mischievous. She began to walk in a circle around Su Xin'er, changing the direction and force of the rope. Sometimes she gently pulled upwards, forcing Su Xin'er to stand on tiptoe, her calves aching from supporting her heavy body. Then, she would suddenly pull downwards, causing her center of gravity to drop, making her stumble as if about to kneel, relying solely on the rope and her core strength to desperately maintain her balance. "Thank you, Boss Lin!" Youyou said with a smile, accepting the bag full of items. She then followed Ms. Su towards the room at the back of the shop, marked with a sign that read "Cozy Experience Zone." This area was specially sectioned off by Lin An for customers to privately try out products that required a certain level of discretion, such as massage chairs, high-end headphones, or… items that needed personal space for experimentation. The experience zone was softly lit, with a comfortable temperature. A plush carpet covered the floor, and cozy sofas and chairs lined the walls, creating an atmosphere of privacy and relaxation. Upon entering, Youyou placed the bag on a small coffee table and began enthusiastically unpacking its contents. She took out three thick, gray down jackets one by one, laying them flat on a corner of the sofa. Then, she neatly sorted the zip ties, tape, and other items. Ms. Su appeared somewhat nervous. She took a deep breath and walked behind a changing screen in the corner of the room. After a moment, she emerged, her face still flushed, but her eyes held a newfound resolve. She carefully, beneath her qipao, tied on an extremely thin thong, its silk-like texture sending a slight shiver through her. After securing it, she instinctively gave it a gentle tug, ensuring the subtle sense of restraint and friction was clearly present. Next, she picked up a slender, lipstick-shaped vibrator, her face growing even redder. With practiced ease, she attached it with a thin string to a garter on the inside of her thigh, high up, near her groin. She adjusted it to a very precise position, ensuring that when activated, it would produce only the faintest vibration, like the brush of butterfly wings – subtle enough not to be noticed, yet sufficient to continuously stimulate her nerves. Having completed these preliminary "preparations," Ms. Su began to put on the two gray, long down jackets. The jackets were incredibly thick; one was already enough for warmth, but wearing two layered together immediately brought a distinct feeling of confinement and heat. She struggled to get her arms into the sleeves and zipped them up. Both down jackets featured double-headed zippers. She pulled the bottom of both zippers up to about her hip level and stopped. Then, from a small inner pocket sewn into the jackets, she pulled out two thin cords, already attached, with small metal rings at the ends. The cords were a color close to the inner lining of the jackets. She picked up a delicate small lock and, with a "click," secured the two zipper heads together through the metal rings. She then carefully placed the key into a hidden pocket on the side of her qipao. This meant that without unlocking the small lock, the two down jackets could not be removed through normal means. Ms. Su's plan was that once her daughter restrained her, not only would her body be immobilized, but crucially, her daughter would then put on a third, similarly locked down jacket over the existing ones. This way, even if her daughter decided to release her early, she wouldn't be able to get the key to unlock them unless she begged – because she had hidden it in the innermost layer. The feeling of relinquishing control while simultaneously setting up a small obstacle was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, deeply satisfying a hidden, unspoken desire within her. With her fair, slender hands, she gently patted her flushed cheeks, trying to calm her racing heart. At this moment, Youyou had also finished preparing all her tools. She turned around and saw that her mother had proactively completed all the necessary preparations, even fastening the innermost "lock" herself. A bright, slightly mischievous smile bloomed on the girl's face. "It seems Mom is already impatient~" Youyou chuckled slyly, walking up to Ms. Su. She gently tapped her mother's reddened nose with her index finger. "So proactive, have you been looking forward to this day for a long time?" Ms. Su was too shy to meet her daughter's eyes. Blushing, she obediently extended her arms forward, which now appeared somewhat clumsy due to the two down jackets. Her hands were slightly clenched into fists. It was a silent invitation and an unspoken agreement. Earlier, they had accidentally witnessed Boss Lin demonstrating a unique method of binding large packages. Both of them had felt their hearts race. Now, they intended to replicate that method, and Ms. Su secretly hoped her daughter would add some more challenging restraints to satisfy her own unspeakable fetish. Seeing her mother's cooperation, Youyou wasted no more time. She picked up the roll of gray duct tape. This tape had moderate adhesion, designed not to excessively damage skin or clothing. She took her mother's fisted hands and said softly, "Mom, relax your hands a little. Clenching too tightly will be uncomfortable." Ms. Su complied, slightly loosening her fists. Youyou then began to wrap them with practiced skill. She wasn't just binding them randomly; with great technique, she first wrapped the tape around her mother's wrists twice to secure them, then meticulously began to encase her mother's fingers and palms layer by layer. The tape was wrapped evenly, ensuring a certain tightness that wouldn't easily come loose, yet leaving enough space to avoid restricting blood circulation. Soon, Ms. Su's hands were transformed into two plump, gray "little buns." The smooth surface of the tape gleamed faintly under the light. "How is it, too tight?" Youyou asked, adjusting the final tape end. Ms. Su tried to move her wrapped fingers. She could only manage extremely small movements; most functions were lost. She shook her head, her voice trembling slightly, "It's... it's okay." "Good~" Youyou smiled, moving on to the next step. She guided her mother to bring her tape-wrapped "little bun" hands behind her back, extending her arms straight, forming a "Y" shape behind her. This posture naturally caused Ms. Su's chest to lift slightly, accentuating her figure in the qipao. Due to the obstruction of the two down jackets, her movements were somewhat awkward, but she managed to achieve the pose. Youyou picked up a plastic zip tie. Once tightened, these ties could only be cut off, not loosened. She quickly placed a zip tie around her mother's upper arms, near the armpits. With a soft "click," it was tightened to a suitable degree, securing the arm without pinching. Next came above the elbow, then the wrists – even though the wrists were already wrapped in tape, she added an extra layer of security. Each time a zip tie was tightened, its crisp "click" echoed clearly in the quiet experience zone, like a ritualistic sound striking Ms. Su's heart. The feeling of restraint from the zip ties transmitted through the down jackets and qipao to her skin, a firm and definite pressure. Subsequently, Youyou brought her mother's two tape-wrapped "little bun" hands together behind her back. She used more tape to wrap and secure them, ultimately forming a larger, gray "ball" behind her mother. In this manner, Ms. Su's entire upper body, from her shoulders to her fingertips, was securely bound. She tried to move, but apart from extremely limited, tiny movements in her shoulders, her arms and hands were completely immobilized. A deep sense of powerlessness began to spread through her. The restraint of her lower body and the final line of defense. Ms. Su turned her face away in shame, yet couldn't help but lower her head to watch her daughter's actions. Youyou's restraint began at her ankles. She first placed zip ties around her mother's slender ankles, tightening them to ensure they wouldn't chafe the stockings or skin. Next were the areas above her knees and mid-thighs. With each tightening zip tie, she would look up at her mother's reaction, softly asking, "How does that feel? Is this tightness okay?" Ms. Su merely nodded, her face flushed, emitting a muffled "Mmm" from her throat. The sensation of restraint from the zip ties intertwined with the smoothness of the stockings and the subtle vibrations she had previously set, creating a complex and peculiar experience. Her legs were restrained separately. While she could still stand with difficulty, taking steps had become very challenging, let alone lifting her legs or making large movements. Her daughter had indeed kept her promise of "ensuring Mom can't end this game on her own." Finally, only her mouth remained. Youyou stood up and took a smooth, moderately thick silicone gag from the prepared items. One end had a flange to prevent accidental swallowing. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she dangled it in front of her mother, "Mom, last step now~ Be good, okay?" Ms. Su looked at the gag, her face growing even redder. However, she didn't flinch. Instead, she slightly parted her cherry-like lips, her eyes holding a hint of submission and anticipation. Youyou carefully placed the gag into her mother's mouth, the flange resting outside her lips. Although Ms. Su was already restrained and unable to move, she actively cooperated, firmly holding the gag in her mouth to ensure it stayed put. Next, Youyou picked up the roll of gray tape. She first applied it from one side of her mother's cheek, across her lips, to the other side, securing the gag. Then, she began to wrap it layer by layer, the tape covering the lower half of her mother's face, completely sealing her small mouth. The tape felt cool and present against her skin. Soon, Ms. Su could only emit muffled "Mmm... mmm..." sounds. Watching her mother completely restrained – hands bound behind her back into a ball, legs secured by zip ties, mouth sealed with tape, and wrapped in two thick down jackets – Youyou's eyes glinted with a mixture of adoration and accomplishment. She couldn't help but step forward and tightly embrace her immobile mother. Her hands gently roamed over her mother's body, now more bulky and awkward under the down jackets, feeling the softness and warmth beneath the restraint. She even playfully tickled her mother's sensitive waist through the down jacket, eliciting a violent tremor from her mother's body and more urgent "Mmm mmm" sounds. Youyou leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her mother's lips through the sealed tape. She whispered, "Mom looks like this now... so cute, completely mine." Ms. Su couldn't speak, only able to convey complex emotions through her eyes: a mix of shyness, playful reproach, but more than anything, a deep trust and a profound satisfaction in being immersed. The mother and daughter held each other silently for a moment, savoring this unique and intimate atmosphere. After a moment of indulgence, Youyou decided to officially begin today's "game." She first helped her mother, who had difficulty moving, to carefully sit on a chair in the center of the room. Then, Youyou took out a pair of beige high heels with 8-centimeter heels that she had prepared from her bag. She knelt down and carefully removed her mother's flat shoes, replacing them with the high heels. The height of the heels immediately shifted Ms. Su's center of gravity, making her already compromised legs even more unstable. She now had to rely even more on her daughter's support to stand upright. Next, Youyou picked up the third and final gray, long down jacket. She draped it over her mother. Since her mother's hands were securely bound behind her back, aligning the front panels of the down jacket was difficult. Youyou struggled a bit, tilting her mother's body slightly to align the bottom of the zipper, then slowly pulling it upwards. "Click... click..." The sound of the zipper sliding was exceptionally clear in the silent room. When the zipper finally reached the top, completely sealing the third down jacket around her mother, Ms. Su felt an unprecedented sense of tightness. The weight, thickness, and pressure from the multiple layers of the three down jackets made her feel as if she were tightly encased in a warm, heavy cocoon. The lock she had set earlier, and the key in her pocket, now felt so distant. She had completely lost control of her own body, her hope of escape resting entirely on her daughter. And this feeling was precisely what she had subconsciously craved to the extreme. Youyou looked with satisfaction at her mother, who was now completely bundled up, resembling a clumsy gray penguin. She picked up a long, soft rope, tied one end to the "ball" formed by her mother's bound arms behind her back, and held the other end in her own hand. She led her mother, beginning to walk slowly around the experience area. Ms. Su, wearing 8-centimeter heels, with her legs restricted by zip ties and wrapped in three heavy down jackets, moved with extreme difficulty, each step wobbly. The tension of the rope in Youyou's hand remained constant, serving both to prevent her mother from falling and as an invisible form of control. The pulling force of the rope transmitted through her body, making the subtle vibrations of the cleverly positioned vibrator between her legs even more distinct. Combined with the overall restraint and the stuffiness from the down jackets, these sensations intertwined, causing her immense "torment" yet also drawing her in. "No... I can't give up like this..." Ye Xinran gritted her teeth, sweat trickling down her forehead and onto the cold ground. The intense will to survive and the desire for a comeback burned like a faint flame in the darkness. She began to try to move, even the slightest twitch. The exquisite cruelty of the Ebi-gari was that the more one struggled, the tighter the restraints became, and the deeper the pain. But no restraint could be absolutely perfect. Although Xiao Meng's rope skills were skillful and tricky, they were applied to thick down jackets. Was there a sliver of a gap between the knots and the fluffy fabric that could be exploited? She first tried to move her fingers. Her hands, tied behind her back, had almost completely lost sensation due to the combined effect of the Gyaku-te Kannon-gari and the Ebi-gari. She concentrated all her will, starting from her fingertips, trying to bend and stretch them little by little. Stinging pain and numbness washed over her like a tide, but she forced herself to persevere. Gradually, she felt a faint flicker of control return to her fingertips. Next, she tried to rotate her ankles. The ropes Xiao Meng used to bind her ankles and the backs of her knees were very tight, but around her ankles, between the thick down pants and socks, perhaps there was a little room to move? She carefully, extremely slowly, tried to rotate her ankles, rubbing against the knots that bound them there. The process was slow and painful, every tiny movement pulling at the pain nerves throughout her body. Time passed, she didn't know how long, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps as long as half an hour. Ye Xinran's entire mind was immersed in the struggle against the ropes, ignoring the extreme discomfort of her body and the coldness of the environment. Finally, she felt that the knot around her right ankle seemed to have loosened ever so slightly due to her continuous micro-movements and the moisture from her sweat! The flame of hope suddenly brightened! She focused even more intently on exploiting this tiny looseness, like the most patient artisan, using the subtlest movements of her ankle to repeatedly rub and press against that knot. Sweat flowed into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation, but she couldn't afford to pay it any mind. "Snap..." A sound so faint it was almost inaudible, but to Ye Xinran, it was like heavenly music! The knot around her right ankle, under her relentless efforts, had actually loosened a bit! Although not enough to break free, it had given her ankle a precious sliver of freedom to move! Now! Ye Xinran took a deep breath and, using all her remaining strength, forcefully kicked her legs forward and to the right! At the same time, her bound arms exerted force in the opposite direction! "Ngh—!" The intense pain made her vision black out, but this explosive struggle, using the leverage from that tiny looseness in her right ankle, actually managed to stretch the rope connecting the back of her knees to her arms to its limit! "Crack!" A crisp sound! The key knot connecting the back of her knees to her wrists snapped under the sudden immense force! The effect of the Ebi-gari instantly dissolved! Although her legs were still bound by zip ties and the rope around her ankles, they were no longer forcibly bent backward and connected to her arms. She collapsed to the ground as if drained, gasping for air, her chest finally able to expand freely. The long-lost air rushed into her lungs, bringing a dizzying sense of pleasure. She succeeded! She had actually broken free from Xiao Meng's Ebi-gari on her own! However, the crisis was not over. Her arms were still firmly restrained behind her by the scarlet Gyaku-te Kannon-gari, her legs were bound by zip ties, and she was still wearing the heavy four-layer down jacket. She had merely transitioned from an extremely painful position to a relatively "normal" but still tightly restrained state. But this little bit of freedom was enough! It brought hope and opportunity. Ye Xinran struggled to roll on the ground, like a clumsy penguin, using her elbows and knees for support, inching her way to the edge of the ice wall. She remembered that both Xiao Meng and Scarlet had found "props" in similar recessed areas of the walls. She fumbled along the bottom of the wall with her bound hands, her fingertips feeling the cold. Suddenly, her fingers touched something hard! It was a small, seemingly metal box, half-embedded in a crevice of the ice wall. Her heart leaped with joy, and she struggled to pry the box out. Opening it, she found exactly what she needed most at that moment: a sharp blade, seemingly made of special plastic (clearly left behind by the maze designer for escape or to obtain items in extreme situations), several new zip ties, and—a small roll of strong silver tape. Heaven truly did not block all paths! Ye Xinran did not hesitate. She used the blade to carefully and cautiously cut at the ropes on her wrists. The knots of the Gyaku-te Kannon were complex, but under the sharp blade, they were severed one by one. When the last rope broke, her arms finally gained freedom! Although they were sore, numb, and swollen from the prolonged restraint, almost unable to lift, the long-lost feeling of freedom brought tears to her eyes. She didn't bother to rest and immediately used the blade to cut through the ropes and zip ties around her ankles. With her legs free, she supported herself against the ice wall and shakily stood up. The weight of the four-layer down jacket made her steps unsteady, but the feeling of standing again was incredibly wonderful. She moved her stiff and aching limbs, feeling strength slowly return. The joy of escaping was quickly replaced by a cold determination. Scarlet, Xiao Meng... she wouldn't let either of these women who had made her suffer go! She carefully examined the newly acquired items. The blade was sharp, but it seemed insufficient as an offensive weapon. The zip ties and tape... were excellent restraint tools. A plan quickly formed in her mind. She had to find them first. Scarlet, with Yuriko, couldn't have gone too far, and Xiao Meng, that "little devil," was likely still lurking nearby, looking for new "fun." Ye Xinran carefully put away the blade, holding the zip ties and tape, and began to advance cautiously along the maze passages. She tried to tread as lightly as possible. Although the four-layer down jacket made it difficult to be completely silent, the thick clothing also served as the best cover for her footsteps. She listened carefully to the sounds around her. As expected, not long after, at a fork in the road, she heard a familiar, slightly mocking, clear voice. "Stay put right here, won't you?" Xiaomeng said with a smile. "I'm going to find something else to play with. But don't worry, I'll be back! After all, such a fun toy like you can't be easily lost!" With that, she blew a kiss at Ye Xinran and then, humming a tune, skipped away, disappearing in another direction of the maze. Between the ice walls, Ye Xinran was left alone. She was cruelly bound in the Ebi-gatame by Xiaomeng, wearing four layers of thick, suffocatingly heavy long down jackets. The tape on her mouth had been removed, but the extreme contorted posture made even calling out difficult. The physical pain, the mental humiliation, and the fear of an unknown fate intertwined. For the first time, she began to doubt if this "dreamed-of restraint experience" she had so resolutely participated in was truly as wonderful as she had initially imagined. And this long night in the maze was far from over. (4) Ye Xinran Breaks Free, Restraining Both Time crawled by in extreme pain and humiliation. Ye Xinran was curled on the cold ground in the cruel Ebi-gatame, like an insect pinned to a specimen board. The four layers of long down jackets provided not just warmth, but unimaginable weight and stuffiness. Sweat had already soaked through the innermost layers of clothing, clinging stickily to her skin, unable to evaporate due to the barrier of the outer down jackets, creating a suffocating, humid cage. Xiaomeng's sly smile and light humming as she left echoed like a curse in her mind. Every minute, the Ebi-gatame continued to test her body's limits. The muscles in her lower back screamed as if being torn, her arms, bound behind her back, were numb and stinging from the weight and torsion, and her breathing was shallow and difficult due to the extreme compression of her chest and abdomen. The rope between her legs, originally the focus of Xiaomeng's prank, now seemed insignificant compared to the extreme discomfort of her body. "No... I can't give up like this..." Ye Xinran gritted her teeth, sweat trickling down her temples, dripping onto the cold ground. A strong will to survive and the desire to turn the tables burned within her like a faint flame in the darkness. She began to try to move, even the slightest movement. The ingenuity of the Ebi-gatame was that the more you struggled, the tighter the restraint became, and the deeper the pain. But no restraint could be absolutely perfect. Although Xiaomeng's rope skills were proficient and tricky, they were applied over thick down jackets. Was there a sliver of a gap between the knots and the fluffy fabric that could be exploited? She first tried to move her fingers. Her hands, bound behind her back, had almost completely lost sensation due to the combined effects of the Hotei-gatame and the Ebi-gatame. She concentrated all her will, starting from her fingertips, and tried to bend and stretch them little by little. Stinging pain and numbness surged like a tide, but she forced herself to persevere. Gradually, she felt a faint return of control in her fingertips. Next, she tried to rotate her ankles. The ropes Xiaomeng used to bind her ankles and the backs of her knees were very tight, but between her ankles, the thick down pant legs and socks, perhaps there was a little room to move? She carefully, extremely slowly, tried to rotate her ankles, rubbing against the knots that bound them. This process was slow and painful, each tiny movement pulling on the pain nerves throughout her body. She didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps as long as half an hour. Ye Xinran's entire mind was immersed in the struggle against the ropes, ignoring the extreme discomfort of her body and the coldness of the environment. Finally, she felt that the knot on her right ankle seemed to have loosened slightly due to her continuous micro-movements and the sweat! The flame of hope suddenly brightened! She focused even more, trying to utilize this slight looseness, like the most patient craftsman, using the subtlest movements of her ankle to repeatedly rub and press that knot. Sweat dripped into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation, but she paid it no mind. "Click..." A sound so faint it was almost inaudible, but to Ye Xinran, it was like heavenly music! The knot on her right ankle, under her relentless efforts, had actually loosened a bit! Although not enough to break free, it had given her ankle a sliver of precious freedom to move! Now! Ye Xinran took a deep breath and, using all her remaining strength, forcefully kicked her legs forward and to the right! At the same time, her bound arms exerted force in the opposite direction! "Nngh—!" The intense pain made her vision go black, but this burst of struggle, aided by the leverage from the slight looseness at her right ankle, actually managed to stretch the rope connecting the back of her knees to her wrists to its limit! "Snap!" A crisp sound! The key knot connecting the back of her knees to her wrists snapped under the sudden immense force! The effect of the Ebi-gatame instantly dissolved! Although her legs were still bound by zip ties and the rope at her ankles, they were no longer forcibly bent backward and connected to her arms. She collapsed onto the ground as if drained, gasping for breath. Her chest could finally expand freely, and the long-lost air rushed into her lungs, bringing a dizzying pleasure. She succeeded! She had actually broken free from Xiaomeng's Ebi-gatame by herself! However, the crisis was not over. Her arms were still firmly restrained behind her back by the scarlet Hotei-gatame, her legs were bound by zip ties, and she was still wearing the heavy four layers of down jackets. She had merely returned from an extremely painful posture to a relatively "normal" but still tightly restrained state. But this little bit of freedom was enough! It brought hope and opportunity. Ye Xinran rolled on the ground with difficulty, like a clumsy penguin, using her elbows and knees for support, inching her way to the edge of the ice wall. She remembered that both Xiaomeng and Scarlet had found "props" in similar wall indentations. She fumbled along the bottom of the wall with her bound hands, her fingertips feeling the cold surface. Suddenly, her fingers touched something hard! It was a small, seemingly metal box, half-embedded in a crevice of the ice wall. Her heart leaped with joy, and she laboriously pried the box out. Opening it, she found exactly what she needed most at that moment: a sharp, seemingly specially made plastic blade (clearly left behind by the maze designer for escape or to obtain items in extreme situations), several new zip ties, and—a small roll of strong silver tape. With a hint of annoyed embarrassment, "You... why do you bring that up again..." "Oh, well, we're idle anyway!" Liu Meng giggled, slinging an arm around Su Wan and shaking it. "It's snowing outside, and it's so warm in here, perfect for... hmm... experiencing a different kind of 'warmth,' don't you think? Just play a game with me, okay, Wanwan~" Looking at Liu Meng's expectant and teasing eyes, Su Wan's heart inexplicably quickened. She was naturally reserved and introverted, feeling both a strange shyness and an indescribable curiosity towards the sensation of being tightly bound. Under Liu Meng's persistent coaxing, her faint resistance gradually dissipated, replaced by a mixed emotion of nervousness and vague anticipation. "O-okay," Su Wan's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, her cheeks flushing even redder. "But... no going too far..." "Don't worry! Leave it to me!" Liu Meng's face lit up with a smile. As if by magic, she produced an exquisite remote control from behind her back and pressed a button on a sleek, modern smart home robot in the corner of the living room. The robot glided over silently. Its mechanical arm held a bundle of soft-colored but seemingly very strong cotton ropes, and a black leather glove with an intricate buckle, designed for a single hand. "What is this..." Su Wan instinctively swallowed as she looked at the "equipment." "Professional tools!" Liu Meng winked proudly. "To ensure symmetry and comfort, the robot will handle the main binding, and I'll be here to guide and... appreciate!" She deliberately emphasized the word "appreciate," making Su Wan's face flush a few shades deeper. "Then, let's begin," Liu Meng's voice was full of excitement. "Wan'er, take off your outer coat first and stand in the middle of the living room." Su Wan complied, shedding her housecoat and standing on the living room rug in just her fitted cashmere sweater and skirt, a little nervously. The robot glided silently behind her. "First, your hands," Liu Meng directed. The robot's mechanical arm deftly picked up the rope and gestured for Su Wan to place her hands behind her back. Su Wan took a deep breath and obediently extended her arms backward. The mechanical arm began to move, wrapping and knotting the rope around Su Wan's wrists with even and firm pressure, neither too tight to cause discomfort nor loose enough to be escaped. Then, the rope moved upwards, securing her forearms again, forming a classic and meticulous cross-restraint behind her back. Su Wan could clearly feel the tautness of her arms being forcibly held behind her, a strange sense of helplessness and security washing over her simultaneously. "Tight? Does it hurt?" Liu Meng leaned in and asked, her tone concerned, but her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's... okay," Su Wan replied softly, trying to move her wrists. The attempt was, of course, futile. This feeling of being stripped of her agency made her tremble slightly. "Excellent!" Liu Meng nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the black leather glove. "Next, a 'little gift' for you." She smiled and gestured for Su Wan to slide her hands, already bound behind her back, into the leather glove. The inside of the glove was soft, but once zipped up and the small buckle fastened, Su Wan's hands were completely encased and secured within the black "glove," rendering her fingers immobile. This made the restraint even more thorough and "aesthetically pleasing." "How does it feel?" Liu Meng tilted her head, admiring Su Wan's bound back. The cashmere sweater accentuated her slender waist, while her hands, bound behind her and encased in black leather, highlighted a fragile yet restrained beauty. "A bit... strange," Su Wan answered honestly, her cheeks flushed, not daring to meet Liu Meng's eyes. But this feeling of being meticulously and securely bound did bring a sense of calm she had never experienced before, and... a hard-to-articulate thrill. Just then, the doorbell rang. Both of them jumped in surprise. Who could it be at this hour? Liu Meng went to the intercom and took a look, saying with some surprise, "It's Xiao Lin? Why is she here at this time?" Xiao Lin was the part-time maid who came twice a week for deep cleaning and tidying; today was not her scheduled workday. Liu Meng opened the door. Standing at the entrance was Xiao Lin, dressed in a neat maid's uniform, with a delicate face, holding a basket. She bowed slightly, "Good evening, Miss Liu, Miss Su. I'm so sorry to disturb you. I accidentally left a bottle of cleaning agent in the storage room earlier today and was worried I'd need it tomorrow, so I took the liberty of coming to retrieve it." "Oh, no problem, come in quickly," Liu Meng stepped aside to let her in. Xiao Lin entered the living room and immediately saw Su Wan standing in the center, her hands securely bound behind her back, her face still flushed. She visibly froze, a flicker of extreme surprise crossing her face before she quickly regained her professional composure, merely nodding slightly in greeting, "Miss Su." Su Wan wished she could disappear into the floor. She lowered her head in embarrassment, her ears burning red. To be seen by the maid in such a shameful state was simply too mortifying! Liu Meng, however, quickly regained her composure. Her eyes twinkled, and that sly smile reappeared on her face. She walked up to Xiao Lin, appraising her with interest. "Xiao Lin, you've arrived at just the right time. We're playing a... hmm... 'warm-up game'." Lin Wei chuckled, then produced a special black silk "thong": "This is custom-made, it won't chafe your skin. I'm going to secure it under your crotch as a pivot point for later connections." She carefully put the "thong" on Su Qing, adjusting it to the most comfortable position, then tied the silk ribbons extending from both ends into an exquisite bow at her waist. "Next are your toes." Lin Wei picked up thinner zip ties and meticulously secured each of Su Qing's ten toes, gently massaging her feet after each one to ensure there was no discomfort. "It tickles so much..." Su Qing couldn't help but giggle. "Bear with it, it'll be over soon," Lin Wei's voice was laced with affection. After finishing with her feet, Lin Wei picked up the first long, padded down jacket: "It might get a bit warm, but we need layers for safety." She helped Su Qing put on the down jacket like she was caring for a child, zipping it only to her waist. Then came the second one. This time, the zipper was fully closed, but a clever slit was left at the crotch, allowing the ribbons from the "thong" to pass through. "Now for the crucial part." Lin Wei stood behind Su Qing and gently twisted her arms behind her back. "I'm going to secure your arms in a 'Y' shape. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but I'll adjust it to a position you can tolerate." Su Qing felt her arms being gently folded, her forearms pressed together. Lin Wei's movements were extremely careful, constantly asking if the angle was right, before finally securing her wrists with zip ties and then using another tie to fix the entire arm assembly to her back. "Does it hurt?" Lin Wei asked. "It's a bit tight... but it doesn't hurt," Su Qing answered honestly. Lin Wei nodded and used more zip ties to secure Su Qing's arms to her body, creating a firm but not overly constricting connection. Next, she took wide tape and carefully wrapped Su Qing's hands into two soft "fists." "This is to prevent you from scratching yourself unconsciously," she explained. The next step was oral protection. Lin Wei took out a specially designed gag, smooth on the surface with a breathing hole in the middle. "Darling, open your mouth." Su Qing obediently opened her mouth, and Lin Wei gently inserted the gag, adjusting it to the most comfortable position. She then sealed a circle around her mouth with medical tape, ensuring it was secure but not too tight. "Are you breathing smoothly through your nose?" Lin Wei checked carefully. Su Qing nodded, making an "mm-hmm" sound. Lin Wei smiled with satisfaction and began to arrange Su Qing's hair. She divided Su Qing's long hair into two sections, skillfully tying them into high pigtails, then took out a special hood. The inside of the hood was soft fleece, with raised structures designed for the nose and mouth. "I'm going to put on the hood now. Don't be scared, it's breathable inside," Lin Wei said softly, carefully pulling the hood over Su Qing's head. After adjusting it, she zipped it up at the back and added a small combination lock. Su Qing's vision was completely obscured, but her breathing was indeed unaffected. She felt Lin Wei's fingers gently caress her cheek, a silent comfort. Next, Lin Wei inserted two small gel nasal plugs into Su Qing's nostrils. "This will make you rely more on breathing through your mouth, but don't worry, the gag's breathing hole is large enough." Su Qing felt a mix of novelty and nervousness, relying entirely on her hearing and touch to perceive everything. Lin Wei returned to Su Qing's front, zipping the two down jackets together completely, and then used another small lock to secure the zipper pulls of both garments. She then took out a long silk scarf, tied it around Su Qing's neck in a loose knot, and extended both ends of the scarf behind her. "Now, I'm going to adjust your posture." Lin Wei gently pushed Su Qing from behind, making her chest slightly puff out and her head lift. She then straightened the scarf and secured it beneath her feet, which were already fixed by zip ties. "The second one is the upgraded version~" Lin Xin'er picked up another identical silver-white down jacket and skillfully put it on top of the first one! Su Yuanyuan immediately felt like she was wrapped in a shimmering, warm "cocoon," her movements noticeably sluggish. "You two ungrateful little brats..." Her words were muffled by the thick layers of clothing, sounding somewhat dull. But it wasn't over yet. Lin Xin'er, as if by magic, produced a small toy with a soft vibrating head (the same kind used on stage). With a wicked grin, she unzipped Su Yuanyuan's outer down jacket and, through the inner layer of the jacket, placed the small toy against her lower abdomen, then switched it on. A faint buzzing sound filled the air. "Mmmph!" Su Yuanyuan's body stiffened as an indescribable sensation of stimulation immediately coursed through her. She instinctively tried to twist her body, but the thick down jacket restricted her movements. "Sister Yuanyuan, don't rush, the fun is just beginning~" Lin Siqi said, taking out the prepared plastic zip ties. "Here, put your hands behind your back, arms straight in a Y-shape, just like you were 'admiring' me earlier~" Under the distraction of the vibrating toy and the sisters' "cooperation," Su Yuanyuan reluctantly had her hands bound behind her back. The zip ties were cinched tightly around her wrists, forming a standard straight-arm Y-shaped bind. The ties dug deeply into the cuffs of the silver-white down jacket. "Next are the beautiful legs~" Lin Xin'er crouched down, laboriously lifting the hem of the silver-white down jacket, which reached her calves, revealing the matching hem underneath. She used zip ties to tightly secure Su Yuanyuan's ankles, then her calves, above her knees, and finally her thighs, skillfully binding her in sections. Each zip tie locked with a distinct "click." Then, Lin Xin'er took out wide silver-white packing tape and meticulously wrapped Su Yuanyuan's bound hands from wrists to knuckles, layer upon layer, until they formed a solid, silver-white "tape ball." Su Yuanyuan's arms were completely immobilized, rendering any movement impossible. "Your mouth needs to be good too~" Lin Siqi tore off a long strip of silver-white tape and, before Su Yuanyuan could utter a protest, precisely placed it over her lips. Then, she added several horizontal and vertical strips, sealing her small mouth tightly, leaving only a pair of wide-open eyes filled with "fury" and helplessness. Finally, Lin Siqi unzipped the two-way zipper on the front of Su Yuanyuan's outer silver-white down jacket. From the inside, she pulled out a pre-prepared, thin yet sturdy rope. She adjusted the rope's position to ensure it would provide just the right amount of stimulation, then re-zipped the jacket and attached a small padlock to the zipper pull, locking it with a "click." This meant Su Yuanyuan couldn't unzip the jacket herself to adjust her situation. Her younger sister, Lin Xin'er, retrieved a pair of beautiful 8-centimeter silver stiletto heels from the shoe cabinet and struggled to put them on Su Yuanyuan, whose feet were already bound. The heels further compromised her balance, forcing her to rely more on her core strength to stand. Now, Su Yuanyuan had been completely transformed into a shimmering, restrained "work of art." She was clad in two layers of silver-white long down jackets, her hands bound behind her in a Y-shape and taped into a ball, her legs sectionally restrained with zip ties, her mouth sealed, a rope causing mischief beneath her, and her feet precariously balanced in unmanageable high heels. All she could emit were "whimpering" sounds as her body trembled slightly under the multiple stimuli and restraints. "Alright~ The gratitude ceremony officially begins!" Lin Xin'er giggled and walked behind Su Yuanyuan, reaching out to grasp the end of the rope emerging from inside the down jacket. "Sister Yuanyuan, we're going to take you for a little walk to familiarize you with the backstage environment, okay~" As she spoke, Lin Xin'er began to pull the rope rhythmically, sometimes lightly, sometimes with more force. Each pull sent a distinct jolt of stimulation through Su Yuanyuan, causing her to tremble instinctively and try to clench her legs or dodge. However, the leg restraints and high heels made effective movement impossible. She could only stand passively, her body swaying slightly forward and backward uncontrollably, emitting suppressed, rapid whimpers from her throat. "Walk, walk~" Lin Xin'er said, pulling the rope and gently pushing Su Yuanyuan's back, forcing her to begin taking difficult steps. With each step, the high heels made a crisp "click, click" sound, accompanying the tugging of the rope and the swaying of her body, creating an exceptionally strange and comical posture. Meanwhile, her older sister, Lin Siqi, circled around to the front of Su Yuanyuan. Watching her embarrassed face, her mouth taped shut and forced to breathe through her nose, Lin Siqi mischievously extended her fingers, sometimes gently pinching Su Yuanyuan's nose, then suddenly releasing it. "Mmmph—!" When her nose was blocked, Su Yuanyuan's eyes would widen in panic from the sudden suffocation, and her struggles would intensify. When Lin Siqi released her hand, she would greedily inhale, her chest heaving, emitting heavy breaths. Lin Siqi repeated this action with relish, watching Su Yuanyuan's helplessness like a cat being teased at her fingertips. And so, with one sister pulling the rope from behind to "urge" her on, and the other blocking her nose from the front to "interfere," they slowly and unsteadily "toured" the narrow backstage corridors with the tightly bundled Su Yuanyuan. Occasionally, other staff members would pass by and, seeing the scene, couldn't help but cover their mouths to stifle laughter or call out teasing remarks: "The ropes seem to be holding well," the host interjected at the opportune moment, easing the slightly awkward atmosphere. "Thank you to our three volunteers! Please return to your seats. Now, let's begin the countdown – can the 'Flying Twins' break free from all restraints within fifteen minutes? Let's find out!" The crew removed the interactive props, and the stage lights dimmed, leaving only two spotlights trained on the sisters. A countdown began on the large screen: 15:00. The performance entered its most critical phase. 5. An Unexpected Turn The countdown commenced: 14:59, 14:58, 14:57... The two blue "packages" on stage remained motionless. The audience was silent, all eyes fixed on the big screen and the stage. At 14:30, Lin Siqi made the first move. Although her arms were bound behind her back and her hands taped together, she used subtle shoulder rotations to tilt her body at an odd angle. This maneuver allowed her bound hands to just barely reach her right pocket – where the key to unlock the zipper of her down jacket was located. This was a meticulously planned action, disguised as a struggle for balance, but in reality, it was the first step of escape. Lin Siqi's fingers fumbled through the tape and down jacket, finally brushing against the edge of the pocket. But a problem arose – her fingers, wrapped in tape, had lost most of their sensation, making it difficult to pinpoint the key's exact location. Meanwhile, Lin Si'an was also attempting her escape. The straight-arm, hands-behind-back restraint positioned her hands below her hips, making it even harder to reach her pocket. She had to bend her knees significantly, lowering her body, to bring her hands closer to the pocket. But with her feet bound, squatting itself was a challenge. At 13:45, Lin Siqi finally managed to hook the key with her fingers. But the next problem emerged – her hands were bound behind her back, and she couldn't see the lock. She had to rely entirely on memory and touch to insert the key into the tiny keyhole. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. The hood and nose plug made breathing slightly difficult, and the temperature inside the down jacket was rising, sweat trickling down her forehead. She recalled the feeling from practice – the lock was located roughly at the junction of her lower back and hips, where the zipper teeth met. The key should be inserted from below and turned clockwise... On stage, the blue "package" trembled slightly, the movements behind her back almost imperceptible. The audience could only see occasional shifts and hear the faint rustling of the down jacket. At 13:20, Lin Si'an successfully managed to squat down. This action elicited a gasp from the audience – achieving such a feat under such heavy restraints was remarkable. Her hands finally reached her pocket, but the squatting position made her almost lose balance. She had to use her core strength to stabilize herself while her fingers fumbled for the key. Backstage, Su Xiaoyan nervously gripped the armrest of her chair. She was one of the few who knew the entire escape plan, so she was acutely aware of which step they were currently on. "Come on, Siqi jie, Si'an jie..." she whispered. On stage, Lin Siqi encountered trouble. The key grazed the edge of the lock several times but refused to go in. Sweat dripped into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation. Anxiety began to set in – time was ticking away, and if she couldn't escape within the allotted time, the performance would be a failure. No, don't panic, she told herself. Focus, feel the position of the lock... She adjusted her breathing, allowing her body to relax completely. The warmth enveloping her inside the down jacket was strangely comforting now. She stopped trying to "see" the lock and instead used her body to "feel" it. The relative positions of her shoulders, back, and waist, the path of the zipper, the lock should be right... "Click." A tiny sound, but in her state of extreme focus, Lin Siqi heard it clearly. The key was in! A surge of elation coursed through her as she twisted her wrist with force— The lock clicked open. At 12:50, the zipper on Lin Siqi's back loosened by about ten centimeters. Though small, it was enough for her hand to slip through the opening. This was a crucial part of the design – once her hands could partially emerge from the down jacket, she could use her teeth to bite through the tape and free her fingers. But just as she attempted to push her hand through the gap, the unexpected happened. Above the stage, the mounting bracket of a spotlight emitted a sharp, grating "creak." The light, which should have been fixed, began to sway slightly. The crew noticed the anomaly, but before they could react, a screw on the mounting bracket suddenly snapped— "This part should be more sensitive, right?" Miko deliberately dragged her finger along Keqing's inner thigh as she tied her up. Keqing's body trembled, and she glared at Miko, a hint of panic now in her eyes. For her toes, Miko used thin, deep purple cords, matching Keqing's twin purple ponytails. She tied them meticulously, each knot intricate and aesthetically pleasing. "After all, you're meant to be displayed outside. They have to look good," Miko murmured to herself. Step Two: The Crotch Scarf Miko chose a deep purple scarf for this part, its material slightly rougher than Ayaka's, promising a more intense friction. The method of attachment was the same as with Ayaka, but after tying the scarf, Miko deliberately gave it a sharp tug. "Mmph!" Keqing's body snapped taut, her face instantly flushing crimson. "Good reaction," Miko nodded with satisfaction. Step Three: The Down Jacket The down jacket Miko prepared was purple, a gradient from light to deep violet, utterly luxurious. She dressed Keqing in two of them, zipping them up, then pulled the crotch scarf through the zipper gap. "Let's try a different way to restrain your arms," Miko said. Instead of the "W" shaped reverse bind Keqing had used on Ayaka, Miko pulled Keqing's hands behind her back, straightening her arms and lifting them upwards, forming a "Y" shape. This position put more pressure on the shoulder joints but looked more visually appealing. Miko secured this pose with five purple zip ties: two for each wrist, one connecting the wrists, and two running from the arms to her back. She then wrapped Keqing's fists with tape. Step Four: Head Treatment Miko didn't use a ball gag on Keqing, opting instead to keep the gag. She wrapped tape around Keqing's mouth four times, ensuring the gag wouldn't dislodge. "As for your hair..." Miko looked at Keqing's purple twin ponytails. "We'll keep this hairstyle. It's quite cute." She simply tidied up Keqing's ponytails, letting them hang down behind the down jacket. The head hood was also the type that only exposed the nostrils, but this one was purple. Miko fitted it onto Keqing, zipped up the jacket, and locked it, then inserted the gel nasal plugs. "Breathing is getting difficult, isn't it?" Miko asked softly, her finger tracing Keqing's cheek, now encased by the hood. Keqing's breaths were indeed becoming heavy, her chest heaving. But she didn't signal to stop, merely "glaring" at Miko with eyes that would have been visible if not for the hood. Step Five: Final Restraints A third purple down jacket was draped over Keqing and zipped up. Miko slipped a purple silk scarf around Keqing's neck, tightening it, and then secured the other end under her feet, forcing Keqing to stand on tiptoe, chest out and head held high. She then looped both scarves – the one around her neck and the one at her crotch – over hooks on the ceiling beam. Keqing was forced to stand on her toes, with a bucket suspended from the other end of the crotch scarf. "Mmph!!" Keqing's body jolted violently, clearly unprepared for the sudden stimulation. Now, two "human packages" hung in the center of the tea room: one silver-blue, the other purple. Both were clad in thick down jackets, only their subtly heaving chests and tape-sealed nostrils visible. Their bodies were suspended by scarves, their toes barely touching the ground, with a bucket swinging beneath them. Miko stepped back two paces, admiring her handiwork, and clapped her hands with satisfaction. "Perfect!" She tied a delicate knot with a silk scarf at the front of her thong, letting the ends hang down like two green tails. "Next are the toes," Kafka picked up the almost transparent fishing line. "This is the most intricate step, it might be a little ticklish, bear with it." Zhigen Bird helped to remove Liuying's shoes, revealing a pair of fair and delicate small feet. Kafka's technique was surprisingly skilled. She used the fishing line to tie Liuying's ten toes together in pairs, from the big toe to the little toe, each loop wound neatly and evenly, neither too tight to affect blood circulation nor loose enough for her to separate her toes. "It... it feels so strange..." Liuying's toes instinctively curled, but were restricted by the fishing line, unable to move. "We're just getting started," Kafka chuckled lightly, picking up the first of the two light green long down jackets. "Here, extend your arm." Liuying obediently raised her arm, allowing Kafka to slip the down jacket on her. The shiny material gave off a soft sheen under the light, making Liuying's silver hair even more dazzling. Kafka zipped it up, all the way to just below Liuying's nose, leaving only her watery blue eyes and flushed cheeks visible. "Zipped up so high... it's a bit hard to breathe..." Liuying's muffled voice came from inside the down jacket. "That's the effect we're going for," Kafka nodded with satisfaction, then gestured for Zhigen Bird to help turn Liuying around, so she was facing away from her. "Put your hands behind your back," Kafka commanded. Liuying complied, placing her hands behind her back. Kafka grasped her wrists and, with an extremely professional posture, folded her arms, forearms pressed tightly together, forming a standard "W" shape behind her back. This position kept both the shoulder and elbow joints slightly stretched, causing no harm while providing sufficient restraint. "This posture... so professional..." Zhigen Bird couldn't help but comment. "I've studied a bit," Kafka said dismissively, using zip ties to secure Liuying's wrists together, then her elbows, and finally a long zip tie from wrist to shoulder, binding her arms firmly to her body. Liuying tried to struggle a little, finding herself completely unable to move, only able to let out small whimpers. Kafka then carefully wrapped Liuying's fists with tape, layer after layer from fingers to wrists, until both hands became two white spheres. "This is to prevent you from using your hands to undo the restraints," Kafka explained, then took out a pink gag. "Open your mouth." Liuying hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth. Kafka gently placed the gag in her mouth, adjusted its position to ensure it wouldn't cause discomfort, and then wrapped tape around her face a few times to secure the gag firmly. "Mmph..." Liuying could only make muffled sounds, her eyes becoming a little hazy. "Is it very uncomfortable?" Kafka stroked Liuying's hair, her movements surprisingly gentle. "If it's uncomfortable, blink twice, and I'll adjust it for you." Liuying blinked, then shook her head vigorously. "It seems our little Liuying likes this very much," Kafka smiled. She tied Liuying's silver-gray long hair up high into a neat ponytail, securing it with a silver hair tie that matched her hair color. Next was the hood – a specially made black leather hood that only exposed her nostrils. Kafka carefully placed the hood on Liuying's head, adjusted the position of the nostrils to ensure she could breathe smoothly, then zipped up the back and locked it with a delicate small lock. "The final step," Kafka took out two small gel nasal plugs. "This might be a little uncomfortable, bear with it." She carefully inserted the nasal plugs into Liuying's nostrils. The gel material slowly expanded with body heat, gradually filling the nasal cavity, but not completely blocking airflow, merely making each breath more strenuous. "Mmph..." Liuying's breathing became a little heavier. "Is it hard to breathe?" Kafka observed her condition. "This level should be fine. Now for the second layer." She put the second light green down jacket on Liuying, zipping it up from bottom to top, the zipper teeth perfectly interlocking with the first jacket. Then, she took a small buckle from the box and locked the zipper heads of the two down jackets together. "This way, you won't be able to unzip it yourself," Kafka clapped her hands with satisfaction, then took out the light green silk scarf she had previously tied to the thong. She pulled it out from the tiny gap between the zippers of the two down jackets, letting one end hang in front of Liuying and the other extend from between her legs. "Now for the final securing," Kafka wrapped the silk scarf around Liuying's neck, tying it tightly at the nape, then let it hang down her back all the way to her feet. She pulled one end of the scarf and gestured for Zhigen Bird to help lift Liuying's bound feet, stretching the scarf taut and securing it beneath Liuying's soles. "Look at you now, Liuying. Wrapped up tight in three thick down jackets, completely bound and unable to move, a ball gag in your mouth, even your nose is stuffed. Breathing must be difficult, right?" "Mmmph..." Liuying's breathing was indeed becoming rapid, each inhale requiring effort, her chest heaving violently. "But you like it, don't you?" Kafka's fingers lightly traced Liuying's body, encased in the down jackets. "You like this feeling of being completely controlled, unable to resist, this urgency of difficult breathing, this shame of public humiliation..." Liuying nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face even more fiercely. Kafka suddenly tugged hard on the silk scarf hanging from between Liuying's legs, causing the bucket to sway. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" Liuying's body arched sharply—though the movement was minimal due to the restraints—but her reaction said it all. "So sensitive." Kafka pulled again, this time holding it for a few seconds. Liuying's legs began to tremble, and if not for the zip ties, she would have already lost her balance. Her breathing grew more rapid, emitting a "hissing" sound from her nostrils, sealed with tape. "It seems something is still missing." Kafka mused, then took another roll of tape from the box. She tore off a strip and gently placed it over Liuying's nostrils. "Mmmph!!!" Liuying's eyes widened instantly, her body struggling violently, but all the restraints were too secure. She could only writhe helplessly like a fish out of water. "Now you can only breathe through your mouth, but your mouth is also sealed." Kafka's voice held a hint of cruel tenderness. "Only the small holes on the ball gag allow you to barely maintain your breath. How does it feel?" Liuying's chest heaved, each breath becoming extremely strenuous. Her face began to flush, and a genuine panic appeared in her eyes—yet this panic was mixed with a strange excitement. "Miss Kafka, will she be alright...?" Zhiyuan took a step forward, concerned. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Kafka calmly observed Liuying's state. "The ventilation holes on this ball gag are large enough; she won't suffocate, she'll just feel difficulty breathing." She gently stroked Liuying's face. "It's very uncomfortable, isn't it? But you're also very excited. This feeling of hovering on the brink of suffocation is exactly what you've always wanted, isn't it?" Liuying's tears continued to flow, but she still nodded forcefully, even leaning her body towards Kafka as if begging for more. "Such a good girl." Kafka kissed her forehead as a reward, then pulled the silk scarf again. Liuying's reaction was more violent than any previous time. Her body trembled madly, and a desperate whimper escaped her sealed mouth, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, even showing a look of near ecstasy. Just then, the door to the observation car suddenly opened. The warehouse plunged into an eerie silence after the kidnappers left, broken only by Lin Xueyan's own ragged breaths and the low hum of the vibrators. The darkness was absolute, the hood completely blocking out light and muffling most external sounds. She felt cast into a void where only her own existence remained, her sense of touch becoming her sole reliable guide, and the information it conveyed was one of restraint and oppression. Lin Xueyan began assessing her situation. Her body was bound in multiple ways: her arms were fixed in a Y-shape behind her back, her fingers taped into useless fists; leg restraints and zip ties restricted her legs; the rope around her neck had been loosened, but a bucket was still attached between her legs; her mouth was gagged, the hood locked in place; and two vibrators worked continuously inside her down jacket. Keys were in her pockets, one on each side. But her bound arms prevented her from reaching them directly. She needed to free at least one hand, even if only partially. Lin Xueyan recalled that the zip ties on her wrists had loosened. She resumed her interrupted attempt – using her body to roll and create impact. The concrete floor was rough, a death sentence for the cling film. She rolled within her limited range, letting her shoulders, back, and sides scrape against the ground. *Scrape...* The sound of tearing cling film was unnervingly clear in the silence. One layer, then another... she could feel the restraints gradually loosening. But the rolling had side effects: the vibrators shifted position and pressure points with her movements, making the stimulation unpredictable. Lin Xueyan gritted her teeth, trying to ignore her body's instinctive reactions and focus on the task. After an indeterminate amount of time, the cling film around her chest finally tore significantly. Lin Xueyan struggled to sit up, adjusting her position to give her arms more room to move. The zip ties on her wrists had broken three teeth, but they still held firm. She needed more focused force. An idea struck her. Lin Xueyan carefully lay back down, pressing her bound arms beneath her, then using the strength of her legs and core to roll her body with her arms as the axis. It was a painful process, her shoulder joint enduring immense pressure, but she persevered. *Crack!* A sharp sound, not of a zip tie breaking, but of her shoulder dislocating. Agonizing pain surged through her body, and Lin Xueyan screamed silently inside the hood, her body spasming uncontrollably. But simultaneously, the zip ties on her wrists finally snapped completely, freeing her right hand. No, not completely free. Her fingers were still taped into a ball, her wrist was bruised, and her shoulder was dislocated. But at least, she had one arm to use. Lin Xueyan panted, waiting for the intense pain to subside slightly. The vibrators seemed to sense her distress, their mode shifting to a gentle, continuous vibration, almost like a comfort. This only made Lin Xueyan feel more ashamed – her body was becoming dependent on this stimulation. Focus. With her freed left hand, she fumbled for the pockets of her down jacket. Her left fingers were also wrapped, but her wrist was free, allowing her to use her palm and wrist in coordination. The left pocket was empty. The right pocket held something! It was keys, more than one, a whole set. Lin Xueyan carefully retrieved the keys, distinguishing them by touch. Most were ordinary security door keys, but two were special: one smaller, with complex teeth, likely for the hood's lock; the other a simple cylindrical shape, possibly for a zip tie or handcuff. The problem was, she couldn't see, her fingers lacked fine motor control, and her dislocated shoulder limited her arm's movement. How could she use these keys to unlock her restraints? Lin Xueyan thought for a moment and decided to tackle her hands first. If her fingers could be freed, subsequent operations would be much easier. She gripped the key ring with her freed left hand, fumbling for the edge of the tape on her right hand. The tape was wrapped tightly, almost impossible to remove without tools. But she noticed a small opening at her wrist – a gap left by the kidnappers during wrapping, perhaps to avoid impeding circulation. Got it. Lin Xueyan bit down on the lower edge of the hood, pulling upwards with all her might. The hood was made of leather, with some elasticity. She felt the breathing holes for her nostrils stretch, deform, and finally create a small gap. Not large enough, but at least it allowed her mouth to reach her wrist. This process was incredibly strenuous, each breath becoming more difficult, but she persisted. Finally, her lips touched the edge of the tape on her right wrist. She bit down on the tape and began to tear it away, bit by bit. Saliva moistened the tape, reducing its stickiness. Her teeth and tongue substituted for her fingers. It was a slow process, the tape peeling away inch by agonizing inch, each centimeter requiring minutes of effort. Sweat streamed down her face, the vibrators continued their interference, but Lin Xueyan didn't stop. After an unknown amount of time, the tape on her right thumb loosened. She could use her thumb and the other wrapped fingers in coordination to create a weak grip. That was enough. Lin Xueyan used her right thumb and her left wrist in conjunction to grip the cylindrical key, fumbling for the zip tie lock on her left wrist. She inserted it, twisted, and *click*. The zip tie on her left hand came loose. Repeating the process, she undid the remaining zip ties on her right hand. Now, both hands had partial freedom. Although her fingers were still taped, they could at least be separated. Next were her fingers. Lin Xueyan used her teeth and her other hand to begin peeling away the tape. This was more difficult than her wrists, the tape adhering more tightly to her skin, each rip bringing a stinging pain. But she had no other choice. When the last strip of tape peeled from her left index finger, Lin Xueyan almost cried out in relief. Her fingers were free! Although her skin was red and swollen, covered in residual adhesive, they could bend, touch, and manipulate. With her freed left hand, she continued to peel the tape from her right hand. With the help of her fingers, this process was much faster. A few minutes later, both her hands had regained basic functionality. Next target: the hood. Lin Xueyan felt behind her head, locating the zipper and the lock. The lock was small, but the key matched. She inserted the key, turned, and *click*. The lock opened. The zipper slid down, and the hood peeled away from her face. Light! Although the warehouse was still dim, it was infinitely better than the absolute darkness inside the hood. Lin Xueyan greedily inhaled the relatively fresh air, despite its dustiness. She quickly assessed her surroundings. The second floor of the warehouse, just as when she'd entered, but now it was dusk, and the setting sun streamed through a broken window, bathing everything in gold. The kidnappers were nowhere to be seen, leaving her alone with the discarded restraints. The vibrators were still active. Lin Xueyan unzipped her down jacket and found the two small devices attached to her underwear. She fumbled for the switches and turned them off. The sudden silence was almost deafening. But the restraints were not yet fully removed. The leg restraints, the bindings on her toes, the rope and bucket between her legs, the remaining zip ties and cling film on her arms... but at least now, she could see, she could use her hands, and there was hope.