The Bronze Sparrow Chamber

To set an example, Da Qiao was the first to sit on the stone steps and begin choosing Sun Shangxiang, known for her fierce and unyielding nature, found herself unexpectedly pliant, her body languid from the lingering taste of black silk stockings. With almost no resistance, Pan Yunu twisted her arms behind her back, binding them repeatedly with three flesh-toned stockings, tightening them firmly. Her ankles were also bound by Pan Yunu with flesh-toned stockings, each leg secured three to five times at the ankle, knee, and thigh. As Pan Yunu bound Sun Shangxiang's thighs, the former princess of Jiangnan, now a mere maidservant, playfully teased her. She slyly lifted Sun Shangxiang's chest-high skirt, removed the pale pink silk panties with white trim hidden beneath, and took out a peach pit, a packet of body powder, and a butterfly-shaped hairpin from her bundle. Pan Yunu first placed her slender, jade-like fingers on Sun Shangxiang's exposed blossom, gently parting her "line of heaven" to reveal the entrance. Then, she slowly inserted the dried peach pit, positioning it perfectly between the two tenderest layers of "grassland" on her "canyon," holding it in place so it could neither enter nor exit without interference. This insolent act completely jolted Sun Shangxiang from her state of bliss. She wanted to roar at the lowly maidservant to stop her impertinence, but the black silk stocking stuffed in her mouth turned her intended scolding or curse into a series of incoherent whimpers. She tried to kick the卑贱 maidservant away from her noble self, but her rosy feet, though strong, felt pathetically weak and tender under the five layers of silk binding. Furthermore, as per Bian Yu'er's instructions, Pan Yunu had dressed Sun Shangxiang in a new pair of white silk stockings before binding her. The smooth stockings encased Sun Shangxiang's rosy, plump, tender feet as they writhed and struggled in Pan Yunu's embrace, occasionally lifting to rub against Pan Yunu's soft chest and abdomen. However, Pan Yunu's knotting skills were too adept. After repeated struggles, Sun Shangxiang could only emit continuous whimpers and the rustling sound of silk. Pan Yunu then gently sprinkled the small packet of body powder onto the walnut already lodged in the center of her blossom. A gentle breeze stirred, and a tide of warmth surged. The cold sensation and the uneven texture of the peach pit caused Sun Shangxiang to gasp repeatedly in Pan Yunu's arms. Her thighs, bound by the silk stockings, would sometimes clench the icy peach pit in her blossom with extreme pleasure, and at other times, she would struggle and writhe, attempting to break the stockings binding her thighs due to the pain of the "ice piercing her buttocks." Finally, it was the turn of the butterfly hairpin. After an opening and closing motion, the intricately carved hairpin's jaws merged with the tender, pale pink "red bean" on Sun Shangxiang's left breast. The duet of pain and pleasure constantly switched channels in Sun Shangxiang's mental senses. The princess of Jiangdong sometimes emitted soft, heart-melting whimpers like Xiao Qiao, and at other times, let out chilling groans and roars. On the other side, the sisters Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, under Bian Yu'er's supervision, completed the binding of each other's ankles. Da Qiao's binding of Xiao Qiao remained tight but painless. Layer after layer of black silk stockings coiled around Xiao Qiao's white-stockinged legs like a dragon ascending a tree, yet not a single strand dug into Xiao Qiao's flesh. Under Da Qiao's meticulous arrangement, it was less like tightly wrapping Xiao Qiao's legs with black silk and more like creating a pair of silk trousers for Xiao Qiao that preserved the beautiful curve of her legs and was visually appealing. The only drawback was that these silk trousers bound Xiao Qiao's small, rosy feet from the ankles, leaving her only the freedom to rub her tender soles and ten "Don't say another word. Sister Zhen Mi needs company tonight, and I'll stay with her. It seems she has a lot she wants to tell me," Da Qiao said, affectionately ruffling Xiao Qiao's hair. She stood up, her slender fingers slowly pulling at the edge of her black, lace-trimmed panties. After a few moments of crushing a dried walnut kernel in her hand, she adjusted it to a satisfactory position. Closing her eyes slightly, she endured the pain as she slowly inserted the walnut kernel into her dark panties. With her fingers, she gently pushed the kernel deeper into her "dark forest," ensuring the dry, woody texture of the walnut was nestled within the foliage. Once "thickened," she picked up a jade hairpin from the bed and placed it against her "flower bud" within her panties. She moved it around the area where the walnut was lodged, finding a perfect crevice. Da Qiao then slowly inserted the jade hairpin into the narrow opening, along the "一线天" (a euphemism for the vulva). The inherent coldness of the jade caused Da Qiao's legs to weaken, and she sank back onto the bed. After a few shivers, she finally pulled her panties back up. Although she was a captive, a guest in another's home, driven by an innate feminine desire for beauty and a touch of jealousy, Da Qiao provocatively chose a pair of dark, long stockings identical in color and thickness to Zhen Mi's. In front of Zhen Mi, she carefully pulled the stockings onto her feet, then up her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, all the way to just below her waist. With her clothes removed, her graceful body and slender, long legs were fully exposed to Zhen Mi's gaze as she dressed, causing Zhen Mi's face to flush with a mixture of shame and anger. After smoothing down the black stocking tops, Da Qiao slightly lowered her dark bra, revealing her full, plump breasts and delicate nipples. With Xiao Qiao's assistance, she clipped a pair of butterfly-shaped hairpins onto each of her nipples. The moment the clips were attached, Da Qiao's body convulsed as if in a spasm. This tremor even affected her lower body, where the walnut kernel and jade hairpin were lodged, causing it to vibrate frequently. The desire from her "flower bud" and the pain from her nipples instantly created a reflection network within Da Qiao's body, a blend of heaven and hell. By the time Xiao Qiao reacted and prepared to use flesh-colored stockings for binding, Da Qiao had already completed a ritual of heavenly union. Under Zhen Mi's watchful eye and command, Da Qiao's ankles, knees, and thighs were each bound tightly with three layers of stockings. Her arms were crossed behind her back and secured with four ropes in a criss-cross pattern, pressed close to her body. Her fists were then wrapped layer by layer with two stockings. Her full, round breasts and her slightly aching lower body were each encased in flesh-colored stockings, forming a bra and a binding for her lower half. Finally, it was time to gag her. Gazing at the exquisite beauty on the bed, wrapped in layers of stockings yet appearing even more alluring, Zhen Mi's jealousy and envy intensified. She had intended to use the bindings to suppress the aura of this Jiangnan beauty, whose looks and figure rivaled her own. However, her plan backfired. In her bound state, Da Qiao's aura and beauty were not diminished in the slightest. Instead, the restraint and helplessness created an even more captivating presence. Coupled with the presence of Xiao Qiao, whose beauty slightly surpassed hers but whose figure was less so, Zhen Mi grew increasingly enraged. She stopped Xiao Qiao from using the remaining brown stockings to gag Da Qiao. Zhen Mi herself stood up, lifted her skirt, and slowly pulled down her deep purple, lace-trimmed panties. She then forcefully shoved them into Da Qiao's cherry lips. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" After ingesting Zhen Mi's original, worn panties, tasting Zhen Mi's body scent and faint perfume, Da Qiao's expression finally contorted. Rejection and resentment mingled as saliva and tears streamed from her eyes. The muffled sounds from her gagged mouth seemed to protest to Zhen Mi, "You're breaking the rules of the game!" But Zhen Mi was unfazed. Her goal was to see Da Qiao, who appeared dignified and elegant even when bound by stockings, lose her composure. Especially in this scenario, where two peerless beauties were engaged in a final beauty pageant on the nation's most magnificent stage, and the judge suddenly demanded contestant A to eat contestant B's underwear. It wasn't the original scent or body odor that enraged Da Qiao so much as the profound sense of spiritual and emotional control that made this foremost beauty of Jiangnan feel unprecedentedly humiliated. Zhen Mi had no intention of stopping. She couldn't alter Da Qiao's innate beauty and temperament, but she could twist and drive her mad. Seeing Da Qiao's face streaked with tears of resentment and regret, Zhen Mi casually placed her legs over Da Qiao's body. She then removed her own stockings and forcefully stuffed them into Da Qiao's mouth. Afterward, she used the long white stockings that Xiao Qiao had removed earlier as a gag, wrapping them around Da Qiao's lips and tying a tight knot behind her head. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Under Zhen Mi's oppressive humiliation, Da Qiao, lying on the bed, writhed her exquisite body and slender legs, her mouth emitting groans and wails. But Zhen Mi found it increasingly stimulating. As both were married women, Zhen Mi was acutely aware of Da Qiao's threshold for sexual climax, and how her breasts and "flower bud" reacted to various stimuli. She directly cupped Da Qiao's most sensitive, round breasts in her hands, kneading and rolling them like dough. Occasionally, she would dig her sharp fingernails into the sides of Da Qiao's nipples, causing Da Qiao to squirm with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her delicate body thrashed on the bed, even knocking Zhen Mi off her several times. Accompanying Da Qiao's violent struggles were the walnut kernel, rubbing against her "tree trunk" in her "honey cave," and the jade hairpin, constantly emitting a chilling coldness. The stimulating itch and the hairpin's coldness continuously agitated the "dark forest" and the "一线天" within Da Qiao's "honey cave," pushing waves of orgasmic desire towards her nerves. Combined with the sharp pain from her nipples being constricted by the hairpins, Da Qiao's reason remained at the brink of climax. Every time she felt she was about to fully merge with the god of lust, she would be interrupted by the pain from her nipples, and the cycle would begin anew. After repeated cycles, accompanied by dual cries of pain and lust, Da Qiao, under Zhen Mi's oppressive weight and the pressure of her physiological needs, actively began to lift her legs, bound by stockings, with the walnut kernel and jade hairpin still lodged within. She clamped them onto Zhen Mi's knees and calves, rubbing like a heat-struck puppy, attempting to use the protruding bone of Zhen Mi's knee to push the walnut kernel further into her "flower bud" by half a centimeter, thereby escaping the torment of being perpetually on the verge of climax without satisfaction. "Sister... Sister..." Watching her sister transform from a dignified mature woman into a lustful slut actively seeking intercourse, Xiao Qiao, on the other side of the bed, could only timidly hug her legs, fearfully watching Zhen Mi ravage her sister on the bed, yet feeling utterly powerless. The wooden bed creaked and groaned under the synchronized dance of Zhen Mi and Da Qiao for about half an hour. By this time, Da Qiao was drenched in sweat. Her dark stockings, now clinging to her breasts due to the excessive sweat, clearly revealed the color of her skin beneath. Her dark panties were also soaked in patches, with excess secretions slowly oozing from the edges and trickling down along the dark fabric. Da Qiao's once dignified and beautiful face had become as red and vibrant as a pair of ripe apples. Saliva, mixed with her own and a hint of Zhen Mi's body "Then you won't be discovered by Prime Minister Cao for these missing heroines actually being your private soldiers, and further, Prime Minister Cao probably doesn't even know that Xiliang actually has such an intelligence network composed entirely of women and controlled by his wife, right?" "I hope you speak with caution, sister. I have never done anything to betray Prime Minister Cao. If anything, it's others who have slandered me," Bian Yu'er's expression grew serious. If she hadn't needed a favor, she would never have wanted to interact with this Xianbei woman. However, it was precisely Murong Guanyin's directness and lack of restraint that made Bian Yu'er even more certain of the necessity of her plan. After all, she could persuade all the women in the Bronze Sparrow Deep Palace to appear calm on the surface, but she couldn't appease their inner turmoil, especially the minds of intelligent people like Murong Guanyin. "Sister, just say whether you will help or not. I only need the assistance of Sun Shangxiang and Lu Lingqi." "Help, why wouldn't I help? I can take you to the dungeon to retrieve them immediately. But with so many of my collections, why are you particularly fond of Lu Lingqi and Sun Shangxiang?" Murong Guanyin chuckled. "Just help me," Bian Yu'er said, closing her eyes, signaling Murong Guanyin to open the secret door to the dungeon. "Sister, there's no need to be so reserved. My intention today in being so candid with you is for you to know that no matter what happens, I, Murong Guanyin, will always be your steadfast support. As for this secret door to the dungeon, you can open your eyes and see it," Murong Guanyin said, extending an olive branch to Bian Yu'er. Seeing that Bian Yu'er still hadn't opened her eyes, she felt a bit disappointed and pressed a button by the couch. Instantly, a large hole opened in the floor. "Sister, I appreciate your kindness. I was being too pretentious before, judging a noble person with a petty mind. You treat me so well, and if I need anything in the future, I hope you will lend me your full support. I will certainly treat you generously," Hearing the sound of the secret door opening, Bian Yu'er also opened her eyes, smiled in response to Murong Guanyin's gesture, and then followed Murong Guanyin into the hidden passage. Descending the spiral staircase and passing through the intricate network of hidden passages, Murong Guanyin led Bian Yu'er to the innermost room of her private training chambers. "Today is truly an honor. Madam Bian, the mistress of the Bronze Sparrow Deep Palace, has personally graced us with her presence. The two younger sisters are truly blessed," Murong Guanyin lit the lamps in the room and smiled at Lu Lingqi and Sun Shangxiang, who were bound by ropes on either side of the room. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" In the secret room, only Sun Shangxiang responded to Murong Guanyin's greeting with a low moan. Her arms were bound behind her back with two crossed ropes, pressing tightly against her back. A rope around her neck, after encircling her throat, formed an 'X' shape, passing from left to right and right to left through her armpits, wrapping around her firm and powerful arms seven or eight times, leaving her delicate yet strong limbs bruised and red. After the ropes finished wrapping around Sun Shangxiang's arms, they each wound around her waist from the sides and met in front of her, weaving a large diamond-shaped net on her abdomen. For every diamond-shaped net made, four more were woven around it for reinforcement. After several rounds, Sun Shangxiang's waist was bound into an elegant tortoise shell shape by the dense diamond-shaped net. Even her alluring breasts were tightly constricted by two diamond-shaped nets. Due to the extreme tightness of the ropes around Sun Shangxiang's breasts, they even burst through the single layer of deep red bra, revealing two shy nipples faintly to the sight of Bian Yu'er and Murong Guanyin. Her legs were clad in a pair of deep black stockings with garters, and ropes bound them in groups of five from her ankles all the way to her thighs. Each group of ropes also had an additional vertical rope in the middle for reinforcement. Her lower body was stuffed with a walnut slightly larger than Sun Shangxiang's vulva, and a crotch rope was tightened around it to ensure that no matter how much Sun Shangxiang struggled, the walnut would not come out of her vulva. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Seeing Murong Guanyin, who had accompanied Bian Yu'er, Sun Shangxiang, wearing only her undergarments, let out a mournful whimper at Murong Guanyin as if she had seen an enemy. The only parts of her body that still had some freedom were her black stockings, which, whether due to Sun Shangxiang's emotional fluctuations or the throbbing caused by the walnut, rubbed against each other with a rustling sound. The bloodshot eyes looking at Bian Yu'er made her feel a pang of displeasure. "My dear sister, she was once a princess. You've bound her far too meticulously. Not a single knot is not digging into her flesh," Bian Yu'er frowned as she looked at the bruised and slightly red skin and muscles on Sun Shangxiang's body, where the diamond-shaped knots and ropes had dug in. Bian Yu'er herself had bound countless people, but seeing Murong Guanyin's masterpiece, Sun Shangxiang bound like a zongzi and unable to move, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. Lu Lingqi and Sun Shangxiang were in similar situations, but compared to Sun Shangxiang's excitement and curses upon seeing Murong Guanyin, Lu Lingqi, also a skilled martial artist, was more like a cat, kneeling quietly without a sound. She only let out occasional soft whimpers when the walnut in her lower body, nestled in her honeyed cavity, stirred. It wasn't that Lu Lingqi had a good disposition, but rather that before Sun Shangxiang was brought here, Lu Lingqi had already been a frequent visitor. Years of binding and training had long since made her abandon any thought of struggling or escaping. She would simply sit there quietly each day, trying to minimize the pain caused by the constriction of her honeyed cavity and breasts from physical struggles, and day after day, year after year, she would wait for Murong Guanyin to change her elaborate bindings and gag. "Lu Lingqi is quite quiet. I remember when I captured her back then, just in case, I bound her and her mother face-to-face, vulva to vulva. As a result, because this girl struggled so fiercely, she forced her mother to climax more than ten times overnight. The next day when I saw them, I even changed their underwear and stockings for them," Bian Yu'er said, covering her mouth and laughing as she looked at the obedient Lu Lingqi. "But her expression seems very pained?" Bian Yu'er said, looking at Lu Lingqi's sorrowful face, a little puzzled. "It seems Sun Shangxiang's delicacy today doesn't suit her taste... Murong Guanyin took two steps forward and cupped Lu Lingqi's beautiful and sorrowful face beneath her white hair, saying with great amusement. "'Delicacy'? What do you mean by that?" "To allow these two spirited women to deepen their mutual understanding and realize what a disaster a hot temper is for a woman, I've given them a special privilege." "I'm eager to hear the details." "Their gags are made by wrapping a walnut in underwear and then stuffing it into their mouths. They are then bound with stockings tied in the front and back to ensure they don't spit out the stockings." "That sounds rather ordinary. Many madams train their female slaves in this manner." "Since it's a delicacy, the ingredients must be different," Murong Guanyin's smile grew more sinister. "What's different? The underwear for the gag?" "Lu Lingqi's gag underwear is what Sun Shangxiang wore all day yesterday. When the gag was changed this morning, it was immediately stuffed into her mouth after being removed from Sun Shangxiang. The underwear in Sun Shangxiang's mouth is what Lu Lingqi wore yesterday." Yang Ling served by Wang Yi's side, holding a leather whip, also wore only a dark green bellyband and a pair of white triangle panties. Because she hailed from the Qiang and Hu regions of Liangzhou, Yang Ling's undergarments were wilder and more alluring than Wang Yi's. Wang Yi did not reply. After this ordeal, her resentment towards Yang Ling grew heavier, and she feared that a careless word might bring about her own demise. Unlike the forthright and vengeful martial maidens Sun Shangxiang and Lu Lingqi in the central chamber, Wang Yi could endure all bodily and spiritual humiliation in silence to achieve her grand ambitions. To prevent Yang Ling from seeing the bloodshot veins in her eyes and the thick killing intent, Wang Yi, suspended from the ceiling beam, had to close her eyes tightly, clench her teeth, and use her full strength to squeeze her plump thighs around the wooden horse beneath her, unwilling to let the sharp iron saddle sink deeper into her labia. "Why isn't Sister Wang Yi speaking? Don't you like the wild horse sister gifted you?" Seeing Wang Yi ignore her, Yang Ling, who was serving nearby, felt a pang of disappointment, and the leather whip in her hand fell to the ground. "Are you angry with sister? Do you think I haven't shared your hardships?" Yang Ling stood stunned for a moment, then her expression darkened, revealing an unsettling, eerie smile. "Mmm... mmm..." Wang Yi, still astride the wooden horse, did not reply. Because too much love fluid had leaked from her private parts, the originally somewhat rough wooden body of the horse became increasingly smooth. This undoubtedly increased Wang Yi's difficulty in maintaining her position, causing the iron saddle to bite deeper into her labia, to the point where she could faintly feel the coldness of the iron. This caused Wang Yi's lower body to heat up rapidly, and an indescribable itch and burning sensation arose in her dense forest, making even an ice beauty like Wang Yi feel a painful pleasure that was unbearable. In her endurance, she couldn't help but let out soft moans. "Mmm? Mmm? Are you saying sister is right?" Watching Wang Yi's pained expression, with her eyes tightly shut, teeth clenched, and her forehead covered in sweat, Yang Ling felt increasingly delighted. She then tore off her white panties and took some prickly ash paste from the wooden table, smearing it on the bush in her private parts and on the two red buds on her chest. As the stinging sensation of the prickly ash paste spread through her thighs and between her legs, Yang Ling's legs went weak, and she involuntarily collapsed beside the wooden horse. Her usual dignified demeanor of a well-bred lady vanished, replaced by that of a woman consumed by unsatisfied desire. After a few whimpers, the weak-bodied Yang Ling shakily stood up from the ground, gazing at Wang Yi, who was also suffering on the horse, with infatuation. She couldn't help but jump onto the back of the wooden horse carrying Wang Yi, her exposed labia biting tightly into the cold iron saddle. As Yang Ling moved forward, she began to slowly rub against it. With Yang Ling's sudden addition, Wang Yi's calm was immediately shattered. As the first wave of climax approached its end, Wang Yi, riding the wooden horse, had gradually adapted to the strange sensation of her labia biting against the iron saddle. Coupled with her legs being spread apart on the horse for a long time, the flesh on the inner thighs had slowly warmed the iron saddle beneath her crotch, completely dispelling the cold stimulation. However, the moment Yang Ling suddenly mounted the horse, the entire wooden horse began to shake violently. This caused Wang Yi considerable suffering. The hard, sharp iron saddle repeatedly entered and exited Wang Yi's labia seven or eight times with the violent shaking. The pain made Wang Yi open her eyes and cry out uncontrollably. The previously somewhat dry and solidified love fluid once again gushed out like a flood, thoroughly drenching Wang Yi's thighs and the sides of the wooden horse. "Yang Ling, you Western Liang thief... Sister Yang Ling, what are you doing?" Facing the sudden stimulation, Wang Yi inevitably entered a second climax. Under the influence of her body heating up and her mind going blank, the long-suppressed Ji City烈女 almost blurted out the words she had been holding back in her heart. Fortunately, just as she was about to utter "thief girl," Wang Yi's remaining reason in her climax retracted the words, replacing them with the usual submissive and affectionate address to Yang Ling. Hearing Wang Yi's cries, Yang Ling, who had also entered her climax, became increasingly excited. She rubbed her fair thighs on the back of the wooden horse with all her might, moving towards Wang Yi, who was at the tail of the horse. Although this caused the iron saddle to sink deeper between her labia, even causing a dull ache, for Yang Ling, whose mind was clouded by lust, the best antidote was the sight of Sister Wang Yi looking at her with fearful eyes not far away. "Sister Yang Ling! You? You! What are you going to do?" Watching the flushed and seductive Yang Ling slide towards her inch by inch, Wang Yi cried out in terror. Her hands, hanging from the ceiling beam, clenched into fists, and she desperately swayed left and right, trying to pull her crotch away from the wooden horse. However, her jade arms were stretched out in the air, and she couldn't exert any force. After a series of futile swings, not only did she fail to escape her embarrassing predicament, but she also made the wooden horse beneath her creak and clang, causing her private parts to rub against the peaks of the iron saddle dozens of times. It wasn't until the third wave of female climax arrived that she stopped her meaningless struggle due to exhaustion. "So you like this kind of game?" Seeing Wang Yi's distressed state, covered in sweat from exhaustion, Yang Ling's blush deepened. Her seductive eyes narrowed into slits, and her full lips parted slightly, panting like a bitch, occasionally sticking out her tongue to lick Wang Yi's beautiful face. "Yang Ling, you! ... Sister Yang Ling, no..." Wang Yi, completely exhausted, couldn't resist. Moreover, her arms were tied high to the ceiling beam, so she couldn't fight back. She could only let Yang Ling's delicate hands roam all over her fair body. Although Yang Ling hailed from Liangzhou, a region of mixed Qiang and Han peoples, her jade hands were more delicate than those of ordinary women from Qingxu or Jiangdong, making her touch very comfortable. However, Wang Yi, who had a deep-seated hatred for the Ma family, did not think so. From the day she was accepted by Yang Ling, she had the urge to immediately [redacted] Yang Ling and throw her into a mass grave every day. But due to the constant protection of the highly skilled Ma Yunlu around Yang Ling, she could only suppress her anger. Watching Yang Ling's slender index finger dance on her breasts and abdomen, the feeling of her hands being tied high above made Wang Yi feel incredibly humiliated. Especially when Yang Ling tightly gripped the two small nipples on her chest and sucked them, Wang Yi felt a wave of numbness throughout her body. If her hands weren't tied to the ceiling beam, she would have probably flipped over and fallen off the wooden horse. "Sister Wang Yi seems to be a cold and aloof person. You haven't cried out after being intimate with sister for so long. Perhaps sister underestimated you..." After sucking on Wang Yi's nipples, Yang Ling shakily straightened up from the wooden horse. Whether it was the stimulation from below or the joy of teasing Wang Yi, Yang Ling had completely lost her usual dignified demeanor of a well-bred lady. Now, she was a lustful woman with a strong sadistic streak, and Wang Yi was the voodoo doll of her dreams. Just as Wang Yi was sizing up this Liangzhou woman, whose appearance had such a drastic contrast between before and after, Yang Ling had already bent down and picked up a wooden stick from the table. It was only as long as a little finger, with both ends sharpened to a roundness. "Sister, the storm is coming. You must hold on to sister's 'rudder'." With that, Yang Ling smiled charmingly and placed the finger-long wooden stick into her mouth, biting the right half with her teeth. Closing her eyes, she grasped an iron chain hanging from the ceiling beam with both hands and began to sway her body slightly on the wooden horse, preparing to cause an earthquake. "Sister Yang Ling? You're going to? Ugh!" Wang Yi was bewildered by Yang Ling's preparation with the wooden stick in her mouth. But when she felt the wooden horse beneath her begin to sway left and right under Yang Ling's movements, Wang Yi foresaw what was about to happen. After looking left and right, fearing she would hurt her tongue, Wang Yi could only resentfully close her eyes and bite down on the left half of the wooden stick that was outside Yang Ling's mouth. Because the wooden stick was only as long as a little finger, Wang Yi and Yang Ling's faces were forced into very close proximity. They could even clearly smell the breath exhaling from each other's nostrils. Their full lips inevitably pressed tightly together. The moment Wang Yi bit down, Yang Ling's body on the wooden horse instinctively shivered, and she moved forward again, until their bare breasts were close enough to rub against each other. As Yang Ling left, Wang Yi, who had been feigning unconsciousness, sat up from the bridal bed, her hands going to her stinging clitoris to massage it. She had originally thought Yang Ling, from a prestigious family, would be a woman of integrity and virtue. To her surprise, such a well-bred lady from a prominent family had ridden the wooden horse with her all night, even forcing her to share a short dildo in their mouths. Yang Ling, who genuinely adored Wang Yi, was naturally overjoyed. Her full, plump lips constantly kissed Wang Yi's small mouth, and she would occasionally rub her fair, round breasts against Wang Yi's firm chest, heightening their arousal. Wang Yi, however, felt differently. The pleasure and pain from between her legs, she could barely endure by clenching the dildo in her mouth. But the humiliating intimacy from her enemy, Yang Ling, felt deeply degrading. If her hands hadn't been tied behind