Palace of Hunting Beauties (Metal Restraint Placement)

Jia Ning downed her cocktail and followed Kevin upstairs. Of course, this private room was a trap. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. A portion of the staff on the third floor were part of the apprehension team. Johnson was a very aggressive individual; he disliked unconscious captures. He preferred a forceful approach, wanting to catch you while you were fully aware! However, Jia Ning was also slightly tipsy today. Kevin opened the door and let Jia Ning enter the private room first. Finally, several other apprehension team members, dressed as staff, followed them in. Before Jia Ning could turn around to hug Kevin, her arms were twisted behind her by two team members. Jia Ning: "Fuck!! You bunch of, Kevin!! There are hooligans!!!" Then, the third person directly fitted Jia Ning with a restraint device developed by the Palace's technical department. The all-steel golden device was like an exoskeleton suit, connecting the neck and waist along the spine. It forced Jia Ning to stand ramrod straight, as if correcting her posture, preventing any slouching whatsoever. Her hands were tightly secured behind her back, like a Japanese restraint, by a steel band connecting her neck and waist, positioned at the back clasp of her bra. Under the warm light of the private room, the golden exoskeleton restraint emitted a faint golden glow. Jia Ning was astonished. She thrashed her restrained arms with all her might and turned around, shouting, "Kevin, I'll fuck your mother!!!!" Before she could finish speaking, a team member from behind attached a steel speculum to her head. This speculum was also very convenient. In its original form, it was a flat piece that fit together. It didn't require the target to open their mouth wide; just a slight opening was enough. From behind, it was directly clamped on, and with a release of the switch, the mouth was forced open to its maximum! "Ahhh~~ Ahhh~~~ I~~ Fuck~~ Ahhh~~" Jia Ning was extremely agitated, forced to keep her mouth wide open in the center of several people, her hands rigidly and neatly held behind her by the metal exoskeleton. Her neck and waist were both secured, with a thick, wide exoskeleton connecting her neck and waist along her back, forcing Jia Ning to stand as straight as a world-class supermodel! Jia Ning's upper body thrashed violently, accompanied by the fast-paced dance music playing by default from the room's surround sound system. Jia Ning looked as if she were dancing. Her unrestrained and direct personality, the catchy fast-paced dance music, her unyielding and violent struggles, her mouth stretched wide open, saliva dripping down, trying to speak clearly but only managing "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" curses. Watching from the private room's surveillance, Johnson became very excited. Johnson commanded, "Proceed to the next restraint. Alright, boss." With that, the group forced Jia Ning to sit on a chair. Kevin was about to step forward when Jia Ning's legs began to kick frantically, not slowly. Kevin said, "Press them together and hold them down." So, two people brought Jia Ning's legs together and held them down. Jia Ning was extremely defiant, still spewing unintelligible curses. Kevin took out three figure-eight steel cuffs, already prepared in the cabinet, and cuffed Jia Ning's ankles, just below her knees, and her thighs. All of this was calculated data from the surveillance system of the "Angel Hunter," so all restraints were truly secure and tight! Jia Ning sat on the chair, her legs tightly bound together by three figure-eight steel cuffs. She thrashed her upper body and continuously stomped her feet. Her mouth remained wide open, spewing incoherent curses, and more saliva dripped down. The music remained incredibly energetic. Jia Ning's personality was such that her heart was filled with defiance. Next, Kevin took out a pair of shiny silver stiletto heels from the cabinet. Upon closer inspection, these shoes were also made of steel, and their height was seven centimeters taller than the ones Jia Ning was wearing. Her original heels were seven centimeters, while these steel ones were a full fourteen centimeters! At the buckle of the shoe, there wasn't a buckle, but a delicate diamond padlock hanging there! Two people held down Jia Ning's cuffed legs. Kevin stepped forward and directly removed Jia Ning's original seven-centimeter green stiletto heels. Since Jia Ning had been traveling and playing all day, a slightly sour odor wafted to Kevin's nose. Kevin, being a rather dark-hearted person, picked up the shoe and pressed the sole that had been against Jia Ning's foot against her nose. Jia Ning smelled a faint sour scent and instantly blushed, glaring at Kevin with her eyes. She wanted to say, "You motherfucking pervert," but could only emit sounds like, "Ah~~ Hmph~~ Hah~~ Hah~~ Ah~~" Kevin neatly placed Jia Ning's green stiletto heels by the leg of the chair she was sitting on. Now, without shoes, Jia Ning's feet were free, allowing for more movement. The golden pedicure she had meticulously applied the night before shimmered slightly. Her feet alternated, swinging up and down. With her legs tightly bound by three figure-eight restraints, Jia Ning's struggles could only manifest as lifting her legs and then slamming them down on the ground. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, could only twitch their open palms a couple of times before clenching into fists and shaking. Her mouth was stretched wide by a gag, and she sat bolt upright on the chair, saliva uncontrollably dribbling down as she struggled. She continuously emitted sounds of "Ha ah~ Ha ah~," filled with anger and defiance. After several such attempts, she stopped struggling, glaring fiercely at the surrounding capture team members before turning her gaze to Kevin. Her gagged mouth once again formed the sounds: "E'er~ Ha~ Li~ Ah~," which translated to "I'll fuck your mother." She then followed with a连贯 (lián guàn - continuous, coherent) and exaggerated twist of her upper body, straightened by the exoskeleton to be perfectly rigid without a hint of a hunch, before lifting her legs, tightly bound at the lower body, and slamming them down onto the ground. That single, grand, continuous movement, perfectly synchronized with the final second of the pulsating dance music playing through the room's surround sound system, was incredibly fitting!!! Of course, the dance music played on, one track after another, without pause. Kevin remained silent and expressionless, as he was merely doing a job for money and felt no interest in the restrained woman. He picked up the pair of shimmering silver steel stiletto heels with one hand. Jia Ning let out a few "Ah~ Ah~" sounds upon seeing this and kicked her calf forward towards Kevin. Kevin, skilled in self-defense, half-crouched and dodged her kick. Jia Ning's attempt missed. Having worn her heels all day for walking and playing, the residual scent from her feet perked Kevin up slightly. However, he wasn't particularly interested in that sort of thing. He then signaled for others to hold down Jia Ning's calves. Jia Ning let out a few "Ah~" sounds and glared fiercely left and right at the two individuals squatting and holding her legs. Because her mouth was stretched wide by the gag, saliva splattered onto the hands of those holding her calves. But, being paid to do a job meant professionalism; their hands didn't loosen even a bit due to the saliva. Before long, with a click, one steel heel was locked onto Jia Ning's foot. Less than a minute later, another click, and this pair of shimmering silver steel 14-centimeter stiletto heels were locked onto Jia Ning's feet. 14 centimeters!! A full 7 centimeters taller than her own heels!! Now, her feet were positioned as if she were reaching for something on tiptoe, locked rigidly within these heels. Jia Ning leaned forward, looking left and right at her feet. The two small diamond locks glinted, catching her eye. She then straightened up and let out a dejected "Ha ah~" sound. Earlier, while leaning forward to look at her locked feet, some saliva had dripped onto the heels. The heels themselves were a bright silver, and with the addition of saliva and the golden pedicure, they shimmered even more brilliantly under the warm lights of the room. All of this was being watched with rapturous delight by Qiang Sheng, on the other side of the 8k resolution surveillance camera modified in the private room. At this moment, Kevin spoke through the voice call: "Boss, are we ready to transport her to the palace now?" Qiang Sheng replied: "No rush! No rush! I have a significant stake in this nightclub, nothing will go wrong. Lock all the doors and windows of the room. I'll transfer 200,000, and you and the others go play downstairs, relax a bit. I want to see what else this spirited girl is capable of. Come upstairs in three hours, ready for transport." Qiang Sheng showed the other members of the capture team the boss's transfer: "200,000 to play with for three hours. No getting drunk. We'll do the main business after three hours." The other team members were also very happy to hear this. Jia Ning overheard this and secretly rejoiced: (Great, three hours is enough time for me to deal with the current situation and escape! Humans are intelligent; nothing can completely restrain me. Even the heroines tightly bound in TV shows can break free after a period of effort. Wonderful, my chance has come! Once I escape, I'll immediately call the police and let justice deal with these perverts.) Jia Ning feigned exhaustion and dejection, letting out a couple of "Ah~" sounds. Qiang Sheng didn't even look at her, locked the doors and windows, and left with the others. Now, only Jia Ning remained in the room, along with Qiang Sheng on the other side of the surveillance. Jia Ning thought to herself: (This is it, the opportunity has arrived! Just like the heroines in TV shows, I'll first get rid of these perverted restraints!!) On the other side of the surveillance, Qiang Sheng rubbed his hands in anticipation. The dynamic dance music in the room's surround sound system never paused. Jia Ning sat rigidly still for three minutes. (Okay, I feel like my strength has recovered a bit. Now is the time! I'm going to break free from these perverted restraints with all my might and leave here.) Jia Ning attempted to force her mouth open wider to dislodge the gag, so she could clearly speak human language. This way, those outside the door would hear a cry for help, not the sounds of people fucking. Ha ah~~ Ha~~ I can't open it any wider; it's already at its maximum. I need to free my hands first to remove this perverted mouth gag!! Jia Ning tried to bend her back in a hunching posture, attempting to break the golden metal exoskeleton connecting her neck and waist. This would allow her to break free from more than half of her restraints. Ha~~ Ha~~~~ Ha~~~~ Jia Ning strained, attempting to hunch her back three times. The exoskeleton on her back didn't bend at all, still keeping her upper body as straight as a world-class supermodel's physique, perfectly rigid, absolutely straight!!!!! (No matter the material, it must have a limit, right? No, I can't give up. This is the key to breaking free!!) Jia Ning thought to herself. She held her breath, opened her mouth wide, let out a couple of "Ha ah~~~~" sounds, leaned forward, and with all her strength, hunched her back twice at the exoskeleton. Some saliva dripped onto the top of her feet. She could lean forward; even when leaning forward, she remained perfectly straight. Her waist couldn't bend at all. A minute and a half had passed, and she had strained five times, each time with immense effort, but her upper body remained perfectly rigid!!! Absolutely straight!!! Under the lights and the dance music, it was incredibly beautiful!!! The golden exoskeleton emitted a gentle golden glow, and the three golden figure-eight restraints on her legs also shimmered with a faint golden light. The silver steel 14-centimeter stiletto heels on her feet emitted a faint silver glow, and the two small silver diamond locks on the heel straps were rebelliously brilliant, like two stars!! Five minutes into the three-hour mark, Jia Ning spent the first three to calm her heart rate and regain her strength. For the remaining two minutes, she attempted five times to break the metal exoskeleton connecting her neck to her waist by forcefully leaning forward and hunching her back. However, after five attempts, Jia Ning's upper body remained as rigid as a world-class supermodel. After the fifth attempt, without waiting a few seconds, Jia Ning sat on the hotel chair and again forcefully leaned her upper body forward until her chest touched her knees. Because her mouth was stretched wide by the speculum, saliva dripped like mucus onto her feet and the 14-centimeter gleaming silver steel stilettos locked on her feet. However, Jia Ning no longer cared. She forcefully hunched her back, involuntarily emitting soft moans of "Haaah~~~ Haaah~~~~" Her hands, tightly bound behind her back, also involuntarily clenched into fists, pushing outwards to lend force to her waist. After holding the forward lean and hunch for seven seconds, Jia Ning forcefully shrugged her shoulders twice, and another trickle of saliva dripped onto her feet. The metal exoskeleton on her back remained unchanged. Jia Ning let out a frustrated "Ah~" in a four-tone pitch and quickly straightened her upper body. Before three seconds passed, she rapidly leaned forward again. This time, as soon as she leaned forward, she forcefully twisted her shoulders up and down, clenched her hands and pulled backward with all her might, hunching her back with the greatest effort. After ten seconds, due to the immense force exerted this time, her legs, bound by three steel figure-eight cuffs, also naturally lifted slightly for a moment. Due to ergonomics, this leg lift quickly returned to the ground, naturally completing a stomp. Jia Ning's upper body also straightened rapidly with this stomp. This entire sequence of movements was perfectly synchronized with the upbeat dance music playing in the private room! Yet, Jia Ning's upper body remained perfectly straight, and her hands were still properly bound behind her. After two consecutive forceful forward struggles, Jia Ning was slightly fatigued. But time was limited. If she couldn't break free within these three hours, she might truly be doomed. Recalling Kevin's mention of a "palace" earlier, Jia Ning felt a chill of fear. Jia Ning stretched her legs out in front of her on the floor, leaning her upper body back against the chair. This slightly extended posture allowed her to relax just a tiny bit. She looked at her feet. The small diamond locks on the straps of her high heels sparkled, and the golden toenail polish she had meticulously applied the night before reflected a faint glimmer. It was all incredibly ironic. She felt as angry now as she had been exhilarated dancing with Kevin in the nightclub's main hall the previous night. Jia Ning was an exceptional dancer, especially in nightclubs. In her green evening gown, with golden toenail polish and perfect banquet makeup, she had been the absolute center of attention in the nightclub's main hall. Now, in the private room, with dance music playing, she was bound by a steel exoskeleton and steel figure-eight cuffs, her hands behind her back, her legs tightly bound together, her feet forced straight in steel high heels, and her upper body sitting rigidly on the chair, offering a different kind of beauty for Johnson to watch on the monitor. Johnson, watching the screen, remarked, "This girl is really wild. So unwilling to give up. Maybe she can actually escape before Kevin and the others come upstairs. Hahahaha." Beside Johnson, the ergonomic technician said, "Although this is our first-generation restraint device, it has no automatic or smart functions. It can only be forcibly attached to the target. However, once it's on, the chance of breaking free without someone using a key is zero in ten million." Johnson replied, "Hahaha, I know. Just kidding. I'm very satisfied with this first-generation product. I'm going to give you all a bonus this time!!!" The ergonomic technician happily said, "Thank you very much, boss. We will continue to evolve the restraint devices to make capture more efficient and easier." Johnson nodded with a smile and continued watching the screen. Jia Ning stretched her legs and rested for a few minutes. Looking at the steel high heels locked on her feet, gleaming faintly, she thought to herself, "You motherfucking perverts, this is so disgusting. There are about two and a half hours left. I must break free from these restraints. I don't want to go to any 'dead horse palace'." Her body was held ramrod straight. Jia Ning glanced at the door about seven meters away, and the large windows on either side, also seven meters distant. She thought that if she could move, she could try to ram the door, or smash the window with her head, perhaps attracting the attention of the waiter outside, or passersby outside the window, to find her and rescue her or call the police. Jia Ning decided to try to break free of her legs. She firmly believed that anything would wear down, would have durability. She leaned her perfectly straight upper body forward slightly and looked at the three sets of golden steel figure-eight restraints. They were fastened around her ankles, below her knees, and on her thighs, hidden by her skirt. There was no gap or chain between the figure-eight restraints; her legs were held tightly together. Jia Ning took a breath, leaned her perfectly straight upper body forward slightly, and forcefully pulled her legs apart. She pulled for three seconds, but her legs remained tightly bound together. She straightened up and instinctively clenched her hands into fists, pulling backward with all her might. Of course, this had no effect, it was merely her subconscious mind's desire for freedom, to move without restraint. Of course, the first-generation restraint device, developed by the human engineering restraint team hired by Johnson at a high price for long-term employment, was powerfully countering Jia Ning's subconscious, as if saying: Freedom is impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!! Jia Ning again leaned her perfectly straight upper body forward slightly and forcefully pulled her legs apart. After two seconds, her toes also lifted slightly upward. After another three seconds, she released the force and straightened her upper body. She breathed for only a few seconds before leaning her perfectly straight upper body forward again. As soon as she leaned forward, her toes dug in, and she pulled her legs apart with all her might!! Her mouth, stretched wide by the speculum, dripped two streams of saliva onto the skirt of her thighs as she leaned forward. Jia Ning emitted faint "ah~ ah~ ah~" sounds. Her upper body, corrected by the metal exoskeleton to be as straight as a world-class supermodel, was held rigidly and properly in place by the steel cuffs behind her back. Her hands, also cuffed behind her back, involuntarily clenched into fists and pulled back and forth. Her feet, locked into silver 14-centimeter steel high-heeled shoes, were strained to form an almost straight line with her legs, though still at a slight angle. The diamond-shaped small locks on the high heel straps seemed to mock Jia Ning, glinting incessantly. After more than ten seconds, Jia Ning released the force and straightened her upper body. For the next six minutes, Jia Ning repeated the above actions, but her legs did not separate even a millimeter, still being tightly bound by the three figure-eight steel cuffs. After six minutes, Jia Ning did not rest. She leaned her perfectly straight upper body back against the chair, then lifted her bound legs as high as possible. After gathering force for 0.5 seconds, she forcefully kicked straight forward. After kicking, she did not let her feet land, but instead retracted them in mid-air, gathered force for another 0.5 seconds, and then forcefully kicked straight forward again. Each time her legs straightened in the air, her feet were also strained very straight by the steel high heels. Her already straight legs, combined with her forcibly straightened feet, made her appear very stretched. The diamond-shaped small locks on the high heel straps, due to inertia, continued to swing wildly and glint. After the second kick, Jia Ning retracted her legs and stomped down forcefully directly beneath the chair. A crisp "thud!" echoed. The steel high heels, along with her forcibly strained feet inside, landed heavily. The moment her feet hit the ground, Jia Ning let out a long, drawn-out, frustrated four-tone "ah--------!!" Her upper body, leaning against the chair back, quickly straightened up. It must be said that Jia Ning had a sense of aesthetic talent; in that instant, she landed precisely on the key drum beat of the dynamic dance music playing through the room's surround sound system! As the drum beat hit, Jia Ning sat there, her body ramrod straight, perfectly straight, corrected by the faintly golden steel exoskeleton!! Her hands were neatly placed!! Perfectly aligned!! Cuffed behind her back at the position of her bra straps!! Her mouth, stretched wide by the speculum, hung open!! Several thin strands of saliva dangled at the corners of her mouth!! Her legs were tightly bound together by three steel cuffs, also emitting a faint golden glow. Her feet were strained by the silver 14-centimeter steel high heels to form an almost straight line with her legs, and the diamond-shaped small locks on the shoes continued to mock Jia Ning, glinting!! Jia Ning's intention with this maneuver was to break open the three figure-eight steel cuffs binding her legs. Jia Ning did not relax. After a few seconds of quiet breathing, she again leaned her perfectly straight upper body forward, instinctively dug her toes in, and forcefully pulled her bound legs apart. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, also naturally clenched and pulled in all directions. From her widely stretched mouth, thin strands of saliva occasionally dripped, forming delicate threads. She intermittently emitted low "ah~ ah~ ah~" sounds. After 20 seconds, Jia Ning released the force and straightened her slightly forward-leaning, perfectly straight upper body. After a few breaths, she again leaned her perfectly straight upper body forward, dug her toes in, and performed the same operation as before. After 30 seconds, Jia Ning again released the force, straightened her upper body, and without any adjustment, leaned back against the chair, directly lifting her firmly bound legs as high as possible. After gathering force for 0.5 seconds, she directly kicked her legs straight forward rapidly, without any pause. She immediately retracted her legs in mid-air, gathered force for another 0.5 seconds, and then quickly kicked straight forward again, without a moment's rest. Jia Ning retracted her legs, then aimed at the floor directly in front of the chair and stomped down forcefully. A perfectly crisp "thud!" sounded!! Her feet landed, and her upper body quickly straightened up, leaving the chair back. The diamond-shaped small locks on the steel high heel straps did not pause for a moment, continuously flashing and swinging wildly!! Jia Ning still intended to break open the three figure-eight steel cuffs binding her legs. She did not stop. Jia Ning repeated the process of leaning her upper body forward, digging her toes in, clenching her fists and pulling in all directions, using the leverage to help pull her bound legs apart forcefully, then leaning back against the chair to lift her legs as high as possible, gathering force, and forcefully kicking straight forward, retracting, and then stomping rapidly towards the floor. She struggled for 15 minutes. During this time, the dance music in the room perfectly complemented Jia Ning's aesthetic movements, frequently hitting the beat in sync with her!! As the last crisp sound of her heels landing at the 15-minute mark, Jia Ning let out a long, drawn-out, frustrated four-tone "ah——————————!!" Now, all her restraints, the metal exoskeleton, the steel cuffs behind her back, the speculum in her mouth, the three figure-eight cuffs on her legs, the 14-centimeter high heels locked on her feet – not a single restraint, not a single part of any restraint, all of it, all of it!!!! Not a trace, not a bit, not a pinch of looseness!!!! Xu Jia Ning, a cheerful and foul-mouthed girl from Northeast China, sat in the center of the private room, as straight as a world-class supermodel, without a hint of slouching, on the stool. The faint glow emanating from her entire body was incredibly elegant!!!!! "I announce!! Next!! Miss Jianing's enthronement ceremony!! Officially!! Begins!!" Johnson declared. Immediately, top-quality dance music filled the palace hall. Johnson's voice boomed again, "Next, please welcome today's protagonist, our Miss Jianing!!!!" Amidst the melodious dance music, the crowd surrounding the circular stage erupted in cheers. As the music and cheers swelled, a circular opening, neither too large nor too small, appeared in the center of the circular stage. From above, it looked like something was slowly rising, but the audience below and the surrounding large screens couldn't see it. Slowly, the head of a golden, flat metal frame emerged. It was about 20 centimeters wide, its length unknown, and about 10 centimeters thick from the side. However, the head of the frame wasn't straight; it curved slightly backward. After a few more seconds, Jianing's head slowly rose. The entire hall erupted in cheers. Thanks to various high-priced injections, Jianing's skin was flawless. Her face was beautifully made up. Her head was tilted slightly back with the metal frame, her mouth held wide open by a gag integrated with the frame. Because it was integrated, Jianing couldn't nod or shake her head!! As it continued to rise, her neck was encircled by a steel collar attached to the metal frame. Jianing's eyes, having been in darkness for a while, squinted against the bright golden light of the hall. Due to the overwhelming noise, it was impossible to tell if Jianing was screaming. The metal frame continued to ascend. Jianing was dressed in a golden ball gown made of the finest fabric, but its full appearance wasn't yet visible. Her upper arms were encircled by steel hoops branching from the metal frame and pulled slightly backward. Seen from behind, her hands were clasped together, just like in the hotel, secured in a Japanese-style rear-hand position, neatly and properly fastened to the steel hoops behind the metal frame. Following this, Jianing's lower body also slowly rose. The golden dress wasn't long; it was very short, a mini-skirt. Her thighs were encircled by steel hoops integrated with the metal frame. The hoops for her legs weren't simple 'O' shapes but were figure-eight shaped, extending from the metal frame. Under the precise measurements of the restraint team, they were tightly secured. Then came just below her knees, and finally her ankles, all tightly bound by the figure-eight steel hoops extending from the metal frame. Finally, a pair of golden steel stiletto heels were locked onto Jianing's feet. These were even higher than the ones locked on her at the hotel. Her toenails were adorned with diamond nail art. Jianing stood nobly on the base of the metal frame!! The entire ascent process was seamlessly integrated with the melodious dance music. Seen from the side, Jianing's entire body formed a slight arc, standing perfectly straight on the stage like a supermodel. Her two fair legs were together, wriggling slightly, her restless toes dancing. Her hands, bound behind her, were clenched into fists, pulling taut. Johnson spoke into the microphone, "Let me hear your roars!!!" The audience roared, a sound like an overwhelming tide. From a distance, Jianing appeared as a shimmering golden light on stage. Of course, the surrounding large screens showed her full view. "Fuck, help me, I'm so uncomfortable. How can this palace be so big? So many perverts," Jianing thought to herself. Jianing tried to lower her head to look at the audience, but her head was fixed by the integrated gag on the metal frame. She could only shift her eyeballs downward, still able to see the full picture. The metal frame only curved slightly backward, its purpose being to allow Jianing to stand with an elegant posture. At that moment, the photographer on stage perfectly captured Jianing shifting her eyeballs to the bottom of her sockets and looking down, her gaze sharp and piercing, like a queen haughtily glaring at her slaves!!! Everyone saw this close-up shot and cheered along with the dance music!!!! Wang Yanjun clenched her fists, desperately pulling her hands, which were tightly secured behind her by the "Four Horsemen" restraint device, in all directions. She couldn't comprehend why such a contraption existed. Restraints she'd seen on television were made of ropes, or police handcuffs, both of which allowed for some movement, or even the possibility of escape if one was lucky. But Wang Yanjun was now fixed in a pose resembling a yoga position by this perverse device, the origin of which she couldn't fathom. Wang Yanjun held her breath, her arms behind her straining with all her might to pull outwards. Her head instinctively tilted back, and her bound ankles pushed backward, attempting to straighten her legs, which were forced into the "Four Horsemen" spread. The metal gag in her mouth produced muffled grunts. Jing Tong, meanwhile, propped her chin on her hand, smiling at Wang Yanjun. A strained, clear "Mmmph" escaped Wang Yanjun's lips. Her efforts had been in vain; her perfect "Four Horsemen" pose remained unchanged. Jing Tong spoke again, "A truly perfect attempt, Miss Wang Yanjun. With your capabilities and excellence, I'm sure this metal 'Four Horsemen' restraint won't hold you for long. Keep trying, my excellent Miss Wang Yanjun—" Ignoring Jing Tong, Wang Yanjun immediately resumed her attempts to break free. Due to the extreme "Four Horsemen" position, the distance between her feet and her head was short, forcing her body into a backward arc. Her arms, positioned behind her, weren't straight but angled downwards by about thirty degrees from her forearms. This imbalance made it impossible for her to maintain her own stability, leaving her swaying slightly back and forth like a roly-poly toy. Each time, Wang Yanjun exerted her full strength, her ponytail swinging with the movement of her head. After fifteen minutes of strenuous effort, Wang Yanjun stopped struggling. On the office desk, compared to twenty minutes prior, she was unchanged, save for a few beads of sweat on her forehead and some drool on the desktop. Her "Four Horsemen" pose remained impeccably maintained. This position suited her excellent professional demeanor perfectly. An outstanding woman should stand tall and display her curves; it was truly aesthetic! Wang Yanjun's body swayed slightly forward and back, her gaze, in this beautiful and proud posture, fixed on Jing Tong, her superior whom she had always looked down upon. Jing Tong said, "What? You're already so beautiful, and you're still not convinced? Staring at me so fiercely, my abilities are far inferior to yours as you display your perfect curves to me—" With that, Jing Tong stood up and walked behind Wang Yanjun. Due to her "Four Horsemen" position, Wang Yanjun couldn't turn her head to see what Jing Tong was doing behind her. "As an elite professional woman, you wear high heels every day during work hours—because that's a symbol of excellence! It's already been nearly half an hour past closing time. As your superior, it's only natural for me to remove those troublesome high heels for you," Jing Tong said teasingly. Her hand touched Wang Yanjun's ankle. Wang Yanjun's unwilling ankle flinched away from Jing Tong's touch, her body struggling. It was a scene of profound artistic conception: the beautiful and excellent professional woman, Wang Yanjun, in her business attire and high heels, fixed on her superior's desk in a perfect, yoga-like "Four Horsemen" pose, chest out, head held high. Behind her, her superior smiled, touching Wang Yanjun's exposed instep, peeking out from her white high heels. "Tell me," Jing Tong continued teasingly, "you, the excellent woman in the company whom male colleagues can only dream of, have worn high heels all day. Will your feet also be odorless?" Hearing this, Wang Yanjun made no sound, but her feet in the high heels kept evading Jing Tong's hand. Jing Tong deliberately only touched the instep exposed by the high heels, not removing them. "Oh? Quite a reaction. What is it? Does Miss Wang Yanjun's feet, after wearing business high heels, also have some strange odor? Hahahaha—" Wang Yanjun, chest out and head held high, remained silent despite the metal gag in her mouth. She refused to admit it, wanting nothing more than to shatter the metal "Four Horsemen" restraint and deal with this unsightly superior. But in reality, Wang Yanjun was fixed in the device, her head held high, her chest out. No matter how much she strained, she couldn't break free. "So beautiful," Jing Tong murmured, "white with red soles. Not every professional woman can pull off these shoes." As she spoke, she reached towards the heel of Wang Yanjun's left shoe. This time, Wang Yanjun felt it was real and frowned, clenching her fists and straining her entire body against the metal restraint. Without any suspense, Wang Yanjun, forced to hold her chest high and head up, her resistance utterly ineffective, had her left high heel effortlessly removed by Jing Tong. Jing Tong hooked the high heel she had just removed from Wang Yanjun's left foot with her finger and looked at Wang Yanjun's left foot, adorned with red nail polish. "Oh! Your nail polish is quite pretty. It's red and shiny. Where did you get it done?" Jing Tong teased. Wang Yanjun frowned, her face showing disgust and impatience. She moved her left foot up and down twice. Then, in an instant, the right high heel was also removed. Jing Tong hooked each of Wang Yanjun's high heels with two fingers, sat down on the desk behind Wang Yanjun, and looked at her excellent subordinate, who was facing away with her chest out and head held high. "Oh, I thought... the feet of excellent professional women wearing high heels would be fragrant. I didn't expect... after wearing high heels all day, the feet of the elegant, professional beauty Wang Yanjun would emit a sour smell." The building's surveillance and lights will be completely shut down. Once the target reaches the palace, my boss will have their own arrangements. To leave no evidence, Ms. Jing Tong is requested to leave the company within 20 minutes. After everything is settled, a plane will pick Ms. Jing Tong up to take her to the palace. Jing Tong replied with an OK emoji. Alas, our Ms. Wang Yanjun, I can't accompany you for now. In an hour, someone will come to take you away. Tomorrow, you will officially resign. Once I'm done with this batch of things, I'll come to see you. Wang Yanjun frowned, her heart filled with surprise. She thought to herself: Take me away??!! Take me where!! Isn't this just to vent your anger on me? I was even planning to report you to the police afterward for unlawful detention! In an instant, Jing Tong had put Wang Yanjun's high heels back onto Wang Yanjun's feet. Then, she returned to face her, bent down, and smiled at Wang Yanjun, saying: Be good when you get there, I'll come to visit you. Wang Yanjun could only listen like a figurine, standing with her chest out and her back straight in the horse stance. Although she was very flustered internally, Wang Yanjun was a person of poise. She didn't show any sign of breaking down in front of Jing Tong. Instead, she stood tall without a sound. With the sound of a door closing, Wang Yanjun was now alone in Jing Tong's office, still standing with her chest out and back straight in the horse stance on the desk. She now knew her situation was likely very grim. Jing Tong wasn't simply trying to deal with her; Jing Tong had mobilized some of her family's influence. Someone would come to take her away soon, so she needed to remain calm and do everything she could to escape! There was no one else in the room besides Wang Yanjun. When Jing Tong was present, Wang Yanjun hadn't broken down or lost her composure, always maintaining her poise. Now that she was alone, she could completely lose it in an effort to escape. First, her feet. Wang Yanjun knew that freeing her feet would solve a big problem. Since her thighs weren't clamped, she could move them slightly inward and outward. Wang Yanjun pulled her thighs outward with all her might, letting out a grunt of effort, her brow furrowed. After several attempts, no matter how hard she pulled, her thighs could only move slightly inward and outward; she couldn't pry open the steel rings clamped around her ankles. Wang Yanjun forcefully pressed her neck forward while her feet pushed backward with all their strength. Her hands flailed around, trying to reach some sort of device switch. Her hands were trapped below the gap between her feet, unable to grasp anything, just grasping at air. Moreover, this metal horse stance restraint device didn't have a master switch; each restraint point had a special switch lock. Wang Yanjun naively believed this device was a master switch. She strained her calves and ankles backward with great force, trying to straighten her bent legs and break the steel rings on her ankles. Her feet, still in high heels, also moved up and down with force, giving her legs more power. Even though her breathing was affected, she strained her neck downward with all her might. Occasionally, her head would slowly pull left and right. Wang Yanjun's current goal was to straighten her legs, break the structure of the device, and her hands continued to grasp at air, searching for the so-called switch. Wang Yanjun's overall rhythm didn't falter. She took a breath, exhaled when she ran out of strength, and repeated this rhythmically. With a grunt, Wang Yanjun tried for several rounds. As a clear stream of saliva dripped down, she held her chest out, head up, arms pulled back, knees lifted off the desk, legs bent backward, her entire body arching backward like a crescent moon. She was in this shining silver device, practicing yoga. Wang Yanjun straightened her posture, looking around, but she couldn't look down. Sweat beaded on her forehead again. She already felt some soreness throughout her body, so she stretched like she was yawning, her head back, feet straight, eyes closed, her face contorted in discomfort. With a groan, she performed a so-called stretch, seemingly regaining a sliver of strength. She immediately clenched her fists and pulled downward with all her might, while her legs pulled upward. Leaning her head back, she pulled up and down, her entire body swaying slightly back and forth like a roly-poly toy. Regardless, she had to break free from this yoga-like pose. Wang Yanjun still maintained a rhythm, head back, fists down, ankles up, pulling vertically with force, occasionally letting out a grunt. After an unknown number of rounds, Wang Yanjun let out a grunt of exhaustion. More sweat beaded on her head, and saliva dripped down intermittently, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes wide, sometimes thin. Without any suspense, Wang Yanjun was defeated again in the second round. Head held high, chest out, her entire body remained in the crescent moon, yoga horse stance. Wang Yanjun was showing signs of breaking down. She took a breath and twisted her entire body rapidly with force, rhythmically, each time letting out a short, sharp grunt. Her head also started to become restless, seeking leverage, tilting left, tilting right. Her overall rhythm was like a mechanical dance. With each exertion, her whole body tensed and pulled, then relaxed, then tensed again. Her hands occasionally opened, searching for the so-called switch. Chest out, head up, although she looked like she was breaking down, she was, after all, a workplace elite, maintaining some composure and not giving up. She continued to exert force with her whole body, tensing and relaxing rhythmically, grunting! Grunting! Wang Yanjun now seemed to have merged with this silver metal horse stance restraint device. The device, like an intimate and responsible yoga instructor, was perfectly correcting Wang Yanjun's posture. A perfect horse stance, chest out, head up! Hands behind the back! Spine arched backward! Legs slightly spread! Bent towards the back of the head! Under the glow of the room lights, various parts of the device gleamed silver! Wang Yanjun was like a moon figurine on the desk, her chest puffed out, exuding the aura of a workplace elite woman! Grunt—grunt—grunt, like the rhythm of a mechanical dance, resisting!!! Wang Yanjun's proud figure rotated uniformly on the circular platform, three steps up, at the center of the room. She had no other choice but to use all her might to escape. Otherwise, when Jing Tong returned, she couldn't imagine what sorcery would befall her from the control panel just a few meters away. As one Latin dance track ended, another immediately followed. Wang Yanjun's right leg continuously exerted force forward, pushing against the steel hoop. With both feet locked in ultra-high steel business stilettos, not only her right foot but also her left foot began to feel uncomfortable. Wang Yanjun believed that if she could free her legs and feet and step off the platform, she could manage to operate the control panel, which was only a few meters away. With a grunt, Wang Yanjun's left leg pushed forward forcefully against the steel hoop. After holding for three seconds, she quickly straightened her left leg. After a one-second pause, she repeated the rapid push and straighten motion with her left leg three times. Immediately, her right leg gave a sudden push forward against the steel hoop. Both her palms instinctively spread outwards. After a few seconds, with a grunt, she straightened her right leg. Then, her legs alternated rapidly, pushing against the steel hoop, each push lasting only a second: left, right, left, right, left— On the third alternation to her right leg, she pushed hard against the steel hoop and held it. Wang Yanjun frowned, biting down hard on the metal mask, her fists clenched tightly, using all her strength. After a few seconds, with a grunt, she straightened her right leg again. Wang Yanjun tried to step off the platform with all her might. She lifted each foot with immense effort. The tips of her silver steel business stilettos, adorned with shimmering silver sequins, moved left and right by minuscule degrees. The extreme height made Wang Yanjun's feet perfectly straight. The insteps, visible outside the stilettos, showed faint outlines of bulging veins. Wang Yanjun believed stepping off the platform was crucial. She continuously employed the various methods described above, rotating with the dynamic beat of the Latin music. She exerted herself greatly, but her legs and feet could only achieve very small movements. From the perspective below the platform, Wang Yanjun's legs appeared completely still. Her feet shimmered silver, her body gleamed gold, her chest was held high, her head tilted back, her hands bent backward and downward. It was a perfect posture, a testament to her excellent posture training! With a frustrated sigh, Wang Yanjun, after attempting to step off the platform, stood with her legs perfectly straight and together on the base. However, her feet continued to try to lift. Her feet were so tired! Wang Yanjun desperately wanted to remove the perverted steel business stilettos and relax her feet. The metal restraint frame tightly clasped her ankles, as if reminding her that posture training could not be slackened! Thanks to the nutrient solution, Wang Yanjun, despite her aching feet, was full of energy. She had only one thought: she absolutely could not be trapped here. No matter what, she had to break free from wherever it was. Her shoulders twitched slightly in a robotic dance-like motion. Wang Yanjun's torso and arms exerted force together. Her torso strained, pushing against the rigid metal frame that held her upright. Her arms pulled hard against the additional crescent-shaped metal pillars and steel hoops that protruded outwards. Her fists were clenched, pulling in all directions. From below the platform, the movement of her hands was quite noticeable. With a crisp "uh—!" sound, a five-second struggle of holding her breath ended. The metal restraint frame showed not the slightest change. Wang Yanjun opened her bright, expressive eyes, frowned, and inhaled again. Her shoulders twitched again in a robotic dance-like motion. Her mouth and head simultaneously exerted force. Her mouth bit down hard on the metal mask, and her head strained in all directions, attempting to separate the metal mask from the main body of the restraint. Her torso engaged all its core strength, straining against the metal frame that pressed against her spine. Her arms, bent like a coffee cup handle, along with her hands, which opened and clenched into fists, exerted force everywhere. With a crisp "uh—!" sound, another five-second breath-holding struggle concluded! Wang Yanjun opened her eyes and took a few breaths. Her shoulders twitched again in a robotic dance-like motion, and she entered another struggle. The room lights flashed brilliantly, and one dynamic Latin dance track followed another. Wang Yanjun's figure rotated mechanically. With a frustrated "ah!!" she exhaled a large breath. Her white OL short skirt suit, her upright posture, combined with the golden metal restraint frame, made Wang Yanjun emit a rare, platinum-like glow on the platform. There was not the slightest change. Her body, upright and slightly arched backward, her head held high and tilted back, her arms bent backward, and her feet almost in line with her legs, the silver sequined steel business stilettos paired with the platinum glow of her body, elevated her posture training to a new level! Wang Yanjun's feet had never been so tired. The tips of her shoes constantly rubbed against the base of the restraint frame, left and right. Her legs moved slightly with the beat of the Latin music, alternating at times, then straightening up and down together. In short, Wang Yanjun could no longer bear these steel stilettos locked on her feet! However, the palace did not allow Wang Yanjun to let down the team's efforts. These custom-made steel business stilettos had cost a great deal, and their height was precisely calibrated for her arch. The sequins on the shoe uppers were polished from top-grade crystals. How many girls could only dream of such luxurious high heels! And Wang Yanjun could wear them, attending the palace's posture training class, truly a chosen one! Wang Yanjun frowned, exerting force from her toes to her head. Her legs bent downwards with all their might, pushing together against the steel hoop. Her torso strained against the metal restraint frame. Her eyes were tightly closed, biting the metal mask, her head shaking forcefully in all directions. Her arms exerted force everywhere, her hands clawing outwards like dragon claws. The familiar and crisp "uh—!" sound rang out. Wang Yanjun initiated a chaotic struggle, exerting force wherever possible, again and again. The nutrient solution from the palace, without any dilution, was indeed potent. Although uncomfortable, her physical strength recovered incredibly quickly and had great endurance. The Latin music was exceptionally dynamic. Wang Yanjun moved her entire body like a robotic dancer, her chaotic rhythm seemingly impatient with the posture training. The metal restraint frame, acting as a teacher, absolutely would not allow this! As the saying goes, posture training is serious and sacred. But Wang Yanjun's body seemed to pay no heed to the teacher's instructions. She exerted force with her entire body, again and again. However, an experienced teacher had seen all kinds of students! If a teacher couldn't handle a student, they wouldn't deserve to be called a teacher. Liu Jinglu enjoyed a drink to relieve her fatigue. She chatted with Kevin at a free-standing table in the hotel's nightclub area. Kevin said, "Sister Lulu, I'll escort you upstairs. We've prepared the most luxurious private room for you. You can rest for a while, and we'll come down later for some wild fun." Liu Jinglu, with a lovesick expression, replied, "Sure, no problem, little brother." With that, Kevin led Liu Jinglu towards the exclusive elevator on the third floor. This elevator was independent to the third floor and quite discreet, requiring a card to enter. As the elevator doors opened, the space inside was ample. Two people were already standing within, pushing a small cart, clearly service staff. Liu Jinglu showed no suspicion. The moment the elevator doors closed, Kevin swiftly subdued Liu Jinglu. The other two quickly retrieved a restraint kit from the cart. "What are you doing!" Liu Jinglu exclaimed, but before she could finish, a *snap* was heard. A metal collar, encircling her entire neck, was fastened. The upper and lower ends of the collar flared slightly outwards, the lower edge pressing against her collarbone, the upper edge against her jaw. A long, rectangular steel post was attached to the back of the collar, extending downwards. Not too thin, not too wide. Another *snap*, *snap*! Liu Jinglu's upper arms were secured behind her back by steel hoops on either side of the rectangular post. Immediately, two more *snap*, *snap* sounds followed, and her wrists were also clamped by steel hoops at the base of the post. In an instant, Liu Jinglu's arms were held tightly against her body in a straight-arm position by the kit. The device resembled half a pillar, aligning her neck, upper arms, and wrists into a straight line. Before Liu Jinglu could utter a second word, an arc-shaped metal device, designed to fit together from top and bottom, was clamped into her mouth by Kevin from behind. This device was custom-made to her mouth's dimensions. With a *snap*, it locked behind her head. Another *snap*, and the metal device instantly opened upwards and downwards, stretching Liu Jinglu's mouth to its maximum measured opening! This entire process took only a few seconds. Liu Jinglu was now bound within the restraint kit, her neck, upper arms, and wrists held in a straight line behind her back. The research and development department's capabilities were truly impressive! "Ah!!" Liu Jinglu cried out, unable to form any human words. The two people behind her held her shoulders firmly. Because the steel collar encompassed her neck, she was unable to lower her head, forced to look straight ahead with her chin slightly raised. Kevin then took a metal rod, about a meter and a half long, from the cart and quickly inserted one end into a slot on the front of her neck. With a *click*, the rod became integrated with the neck collar. The rod could move up and down laterally. Kevin stood a meter and a half away, holding the other end of the rod, leading Liu Jinglu. Liu Jinglu, her mouth agape, cried out "Ah! Ah!!" She tried to kick forward but couldn't reach Kevin, who was a meter and a half away. Due to the metal rod, Liu Jinglu couldn't get closer to Kevin, nor could she escape him. She attempted to move, clenching her fists and desperately pulling with all her might. Kevin, meanwhile, held the other end of the metal rod tightly. Liu Jinglu could only keep her mouth wide open, her arms held straight behind her, struggling with all her might, fruitlessly. *Ding!* The elevator reached the third floor and opened its doors. The entire third floor consisted of a single, long corridor. At the end of the corridor was the hotel's most luxurious private room. As the elevator doors opened, dynamic music echoed down the corridor. Kevin, leading Liu Jinglu, stepped out of the elevator. The entire process had been perfectly completed within the elevator. Before entering, Liu Jinglu, with her short, light red Japanese-style hair, wearing cropped, tapered jeans and red high heels, had walked into the spacious elevator like a lovesick fool. However, as she stepped out of the elevator, her upper neck, both upper arms, and wrists were fixed in a straight line behind her back by the metal restraint kit. Her neck, encased by the steel collar, prevented her from lowering her head. The custom-made metal gag stretched her mouth wide open! She was being led by Kevin, standing a meter and a half in front of her, unable to approach or escape, only able to be slowly pulled along. Her arms and hands strained against the device as she walked deeper into the corridor, accompanied by the dynamic music! Liu Jinglu's feet, clad in red high heels, suddenly shifted into a lunging stance, one foot forward, one back, like someone preparing for a tug-of-war. Due to her upper-middle-class upbringing, she had a habit of working out once a week. This sudden move actually managed to stop Kevin, who was a meter and a half away and had let his guard down. Liu Jinglu tried to run, her cries of "Ah—ah—" issuing from her widely stretched mouth. Kevin turned, gripping the steel rod like a sniper rifle. Liu Jinglu maintained her tug-of-war stance, frowning as she looked at Kevin, wanting to turn and flee. But the traction rod clamped to her neck moved only slightly up and down, like a sequential manual transmission in a rally car. As long as Kevin held the traction rod tightly, Liu Jinglu couldn't turn around, unless she had the strength to drag Kevin's entire body and execute a 180-degree turn, which was impossible. Liu Jinglu clenched her fists and pulled with all her might with her arms. Her body could move slightly up and down, so she crouched slightly in her lunge, her upper body also leaning forward slightly. This was her limit. The downward range of motion for the traction rod and neck collar was at its maximum. Liu Jinglu's posture now resembled that of a tug-of-war participant even more closely, but this was the extent of her movement. She couldn't reach the tug-of-war pose at all. She wished she could grip the end of the traction rod facing Kevin with her hands, but the silver steel restraint kit held her arms and hands straight behind her, in line with her neck, her hands splayed open like petals, tearing outwards. Kevin, facing Liu Jinglu, held the traction rod. Liu Jinglu, her mouth gaping miserably, her arms held straight behind her, moved her body up and down. Her legs were in a slight lunge, gripping the ground, her entire body pulling backward with all its might. She couldn't enlist the aid of her hands or arms in any way, only her neck resisting Kevin, who was using only ten percent of his strength. From the moment she exited the elevator, the dynamic music seemed to welcome Liu Jinglu, pulsing through the abyss-like corridor. This was Johnson's style – music and restraint combined to create supreme art. Kevin, using twenty percent of his strength, stood with his back to Liu Jinglu, his hand holding the traction rod resting on his shoulder, leading Liu Jinglu step by step towards the private room at the end of the corridor. Behind him, Liu Jinglu's mouth was stretched wide open by the gag, unable to close, emitting intermittent, non-human sounds. The steel collar around her neck was extremely uncomfortable. No matter how her body struggled, her arms remained fixed straight behind her, in line with her neck. Her feet, in red high heels, moved with Kevin's lead, sometimes in quick steps, sometimes in long strides. Kevin, using only twenty percent of his strength, forced Liu Jinglu to follow him passively, unable to stop, until they reached the end of the corridor. Jia Ning stood rigidly in the center of the grand, circular stage in the main hall! Maintained by nutrient solutions, Jia Ning grew more beautiful by the day. Her mouth was wide open, her head tilted slightly back, her hands clasped neatly and securely behind her back by a Japanese-style metal restraint, her legs pressed tightly together. Three sets of figure-eight steel hoops on the restraint clamped her thighs, just below her knees, and her ankles. A pair of golden steel stilettos, identical to the restraint, held her feet perfectly straight and locked within them. The diamond-studded nail polish on her ten toes and the tiny diamond lock clasps on the steel straps of the stilettos sparkled brilliantly under the opulent hall lights! The main body of the restraint held Jia Ning's legs perfectly straight, while the upper section adhered closely to her spine, arching it slightly backward. Even her upper arms were tightly secured by steel hoops extending from the restraint, pulled back into a proper Japanese-style bind! The gag and restraint were integrated, stretching Jia Ning's mouth to its limit, preventing any side-to-side or up-and-down movement! Enclosed within a tempered glass dome with built-in air conditioning at the center of the stage, she slowly rotated on the circular base. Her golden mini-dress perfectly complemented the palace's theme, as if celebrating the end of the workday for everyone present. All palace personnel passing by would cast a glance. Apart from the exhibits, the palace was populated solely by men, and any beautiful woman would naturally draw their attention. This particular time of day was Jia Ning's least favorite. Standing there, mouth agape, hands clasped behind her back like a supermodel, she was subjected to the lewd gazes and smirks of passing men, which she found utterly disgusting! "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! A bunch of pathetic losers, idiots, looking at my ass!" the wild-spirited Jia Ning thought to herself. She strained against her bonds, her legs pushing against the steel hoops, her muffled sounds of "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" escaping her gag. Although it had been some time, this period always felt the slowest, an agonizing half-hour. Once the crowd thinned and everyone went to enjoy their free time, Jia Ning remained standing rigidly in the center of the stage. The superior nutrient solution kept her perpetually energized. She sighed dejectedly, her mouth still wide open, thinking, "Why am I so unlucky! Does this perverted contraption have any limit? Can I ever break free! The hall is practically empty every night, yet I haven't escaped for so many days! Am I too stupid???" As Jia Ning was lost in self-reflection, two staff members approached the stage. They turned off the rotation and removed the glass dome encasing her. Jia Ning let out a small, startled "Ahhh!" A staff member said, "If it weren't for Brother Qiang's work permit, we two nobodies wouldn't have a chance to get this close to Miss Jia Ning." The other replied, "Yeah, palace regulations forbid anyone from coming on stage to view Miss Jia Ning up close! We're really lucky!" At this, Jia Ning understood why everyone only watched her from below and no one tried to get close to the glass. It was due to palace regulations. "They're changing the new person on stage, so we need to transfer Miss Jia Ning to her room," said Staff Member A. "I wonder if they've caught the new one yet. We'll worry about that later. Let's get ready to work. Transferring Miss Jia Ning will probably be quite tiring!" said Staff Member B. "Transfer? They'll have to unlock this perverted thing first, won't they? That means I'll have a great chance to escape! The injection they gave me keeps me full of energy, and I can use these steel stilettos to kick them both and make a quick getaway!" Jia Ning thought, a glimmer of hope dawning. "Let's get to work!" said Staff Member A. Staff Member B then pulled out a remote control. Jia Ning's eyes darted, catching a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye. "Is that the unlocking device? I need to be ready to kick their shins the moment the restraints loosen!" As the remote was pressed, not a single part of the metal restraint loosened. Jia Ning, however, mistakenly believed pressing the button would release her. She let out an "Ah!" and strained with all her might. Jia Ning was shocked to find herself still standing rigidly in place. "Isn't this the unlocking device?! It's not unlocking, so how are they going to transfer me? Isn't this damn thing fixed to the stage???" She tugged at her hands again, pushed her left knee against the steel hoop, and bit down hard, but there was no change, no loosening. Instead, the very center of the stage began to slowly descend. Jia Ning gasped in surprise again. The two staff members looked at Jia Ning, afraid to speak. Their orders were to only transfer Miss Jia Ning and not to harm or touch her unnecessarily. Thus, even though their "little brothers" were hard, they dared not act rashly.