Why am I tied up by the goddess after transmigrating to another world, damn it!

Lin Yuan's consciousness struggled to surface from a void, like a drowning man finally breaking through the water. His last memory was of him alone in his apartment late at night, studying complex Japanese Shibari tutorials. He had tied himself up tightly for a difficult "back-tie tortoise shell bind," and perhaps it was the ropes being too tight, or perhaps it was exhaustion from continuous overtime, but his vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely. And now, he was kneeling naked on the cold, hard marble floor. The biting chill from his knees and soles instantly brought him to his senses. He instinctively tried to move, only to find his hands bound behind his back, a rough hemp rope digging deeply into the flesh of his wrists. He tried to struggle, but the rope didn't loosen; instead, it tightened as if alive, a strange tingling erupting from the point of contact, shooting up his spine to his brain like a faint electric current, instantly igniting every nerve in his body. The sensation was familiar, yet utterly alien. Familiar, because as a seasoned Shibari enthusiast, he knew well the peculiar blend of slight pain and pleasure that arose from being bound. Alien, because this time, the sensation seemed amplified tenfold, even a hundredfold. "...What's going on?" he croaked, his voice insignificant in the vast, majestic space. "Bind him." A lazy yet commanding female voice echoed from above. Lin Yuan struggled to look up, his gaze passing over his own shoulder, and he saw a sight he would never forget. On a raised platform in the center of the temple, a stunningly beautiful goddess in a luxurious black gown reclined on a throne. She had silver hair like a waterfall, skin so fair it was almost translucent in the light filtering through the temple's dome, and a pair of violet eyes with a playful glint, gazing down at him. Her beauty was inhuman, breathtaking, with a hint of twisted perfection. "Let the faithful see what their new hero looks like," the goddess added casually, a mischievous curve to her lips. As her words fell, four priestesses in revealing white ceremonial robes emerged from the shadows. Their robes had deep slits at the chest and waist, their snow-white thighs peeking through the sheer fabric, their faces etched with expressions of devout fervor. The silver-haired priestess at the forefront held a bundle of snow-white ropes. In the dim light, the ropes seemed to flow with a faint holy radiance, as if alive. She approached Lin Yuan, looking down at him with eyes devoid of pity, only an almost fanatical focus. "Brave hero, please cooperate." Her voice was as gentle as if coaxing a child, yet carried an undeniable command. Lin Yuan wanted to resist, to question, but his body felt strangely weak. The moment the holy-glowing rope touched his skin, he couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan. It wasn't pain, but an indescribable tremor, as if his very soul had been touched. The first rope circled behind his neck, descended along his collarbone, forming a beautiful diamond shape across his chest, and then tightened sharply. "Ngh...!" The rope dug into the soft flesh on either side of his nipples, the slight sting mingling with an ineffable pleasure, like countless tiny tongues licking his most sensitive parts simultaneously. Lin Yuan's legs trembled uncontrollably, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud. The priestesses' movements were practiced and cruel, as if they had rehearsed them countless times. The second rope wrapped around his waist, tied at the back, and then split into two strands that passed between his legs, deeply embedding themselves in his groins, pressing tightly against the base of his now uncontrollably rising manhood. Each breath caused the rope to rub against that sensitive area, bringing waves of stimulation that made his scalp tingle. The third rope bound his thighs and calves tightly together, his ankles crossed and tied in a "folded leg" posture of shame, robbing him of most of his balance. Finally, they lifted him entirely, his hands hoisted high on a massive metal ring in the center of the temple, his knees forced to the ground, his upper body leaning forward, his buttocks raised high. This was the classic, and most shameful, "back-tie high-hanging tortoise shell bind." The entire temple fell silent for three seconds, then erupted into a deafening roar. "And you, Lin Yuan, are the hero I've meticulously chosen from countless worlds. Not for your bravery or wisdom, but for the deep-seated yearning for restraint within your soul." She chuckled softly, "In my eyes, you are not an ordinary salaryman, but a born thrall, a special being who draws strength and pleasure from ropes." Lin Yuan's heart sank. The secret he thought he had hidden so well was seen through by this otherworldly goddess at a single glance. "The Eternal Binding Physique is the curse I bestow upon you, and also your gift." Avilia stood up and walked around his bound body, "Simply put, as long as your body is restrained by any ropes, vines, chains, spider silk, or similar things, your power will increase. The longer you are bound, the more your combat power grows." Her fingers lightly traced the taut ropes across Lin Yuan's chest, sending a shiver of stimulation through him. "Moreover, the more exquisite, the more shameful, and the more prolonged the restraint, the higher the amplification." She whispered in his ear, her warm breath raising goosebumps on his skin, "For example, this Kote-gaeshi, hoisted high in front of everyone, provides a considerable power boost. Can you feel it? The power flowing within you." Lin Yuan was shocked to find that the goddess was telling the truth. As time passed, he indeed felt a warm current surge into his body from the areas bound by the ropes, making his muscles gradually firm and his senses extraordinarily sharp. He could even clearly feel the texture of each rope fiber and detect the subtle breathing of the distant worshippers in the temple. "This...how is this possible?" he murmured to himself. "Because I, the twisted goddess Avilia, love nothing more than breaking conventions and subverting common sense." The goddess's voice carried a hint of pride, "In this world, power comes from restraint, pleasure from submission, and dignity is sublimated in ropes. You, Lin Yuan, will become the savior of this world, and an eternal thrall." She returned to the high platform and sat back on her throne, looking down at Lin Yuan, who was already bound and unable to move. "Your task is simple—accept various restraints, gain strength from them, and then go forth to slay the void monsters. Each successful hunt will earn you higher-grade ropes and more complex binding techniques. And each failure..." she paused, a cruel smile appearing on her face, "you will be bound more shamefully and for longer, until you learn to enjoy it." The worshippers in the temple erupted in fervent cheers, as if the goddess's words were the most beautiful gospel. Lin Yuan's mind went blank. He hadn't come to this world for adventure or to save it, but to become the goddess's plaything, a "hero" forever bound by ropes? Would his life, from this moment on, be spent in endless restraint and shame? But strangely, his body betrayed his reason. The continuous stimulation from the moon-silver ropes, the peculiar sensation of pain and pleasure intertwined, and the flowing power within him were silently tempting him—to accept this fate, to enjoy this fate. "Now, you have two choices, my dear hero." Avilia's voice rang out again, "Accept your destiny and become the hero of eternal binding, saving this world; or refuse, and be bound by me forever in this temple, becoming my eternal collection." Lin Yuan bit his lower lip, shame and pleasure intertwining, making it almost impossible for him to think. But deep down, he knew this was the experience he had always dreamed of—in another world, as a hero, to fully enjoy the pleasure and power brought by binding. "I... I accept..." he said with difficulty, his voice trembling with pleasure. Avilia smiled victoriously, "Very well. Then, starting tomorrow, you will undergo training with the first priestess, Violet. She will teach you all sorts of lost rope arts and let you experience the ultimate of binding." As the goddess's proclamation echoed, the worshippers in the temple erupted in even more fervent cheers, while Lin Yuan, under the continuous stimulation of the moon-silver ropes, gradually lost consciousness, with only the anticipation and fear of the upcoming "training" remaining. "Is this... my new life?" Before losing consciousness, he murmured, a smile involuntarily curling at the corners of his lips. "Mmm..." Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft hum. The sensation was incredibly strange, as if countless warm, small hands were massaging his wrists, accompanied by a faint electrical current stimulating his nerves. Violet didn't pause, continuing to wrap the Moon Silver Rope around his left wrist, then his arms. She employed a binding method Lin Yuan had never seen before – not simply tying his hands behind or in front of him, but letting his arms hang naturally, wrists crossed behind his back, not touching, but with a fist's distance between them. Then, she looped the rope from behind his neck, down along his arms, and tied knots at his wrists, forming a shape resembling outstretched wings. "This is the basic 'Angel's Wings' binding," Violet explained as she worked. "It won't restrict your arm movement, but it will continuously stimulate the energy acupoints on your arms, helping you absorb and channel power more effectively." Next came the lower body. Violet had Lin Yuan stand with his legs apart, then wrapped the Moon Silver Rope around his thighs and calves, again not too tightly, but with a slight looseness, allowing the rope to cling to his skin without impeding blood circulation. Finally, the most crucial step – the binding of his chest and abdomen. Violet used an extremely intricate method. The Moon Silver Rope started from behind Lin Yuan's neck, descended along his collarbones, crossed into a diamond shape on his chest, then looped around his back, passed under his armpits, formed another diamond on his abdomen, and finally returned to the back of his neck to be tied. This binding was not only aesthetically pleasing but, more importantly, each strand precisely pressed against Lin Yuan's most sensitive areas. "Ah...!" As the rope passed over his nipples, Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a trembling moan. Violet had deliberately tied a small knot there, allowing the knot to rub against his already hardened nubs. "Do you feel it?" Violet asked softly, her fingers lightly tracing the taut ropes on Lin Yuan's chest. "The Moon Silver Rope is resonating with your body. It's not just restraining you; it's 'reading' your body, understanding your sensitive points, and then adjusting its tension and position to maximize your potential." Lin Yuan nodded with difficulty. He could indeed feel the Moon Silver Rope as if it had a consciousness of its own, constantly adjusting its state, seeking the most stimulating way to affect him. What shocked him even more was that he could clearly feel the energy transmitted by each rope. This energy was no longer a chaotic torrent but an ordered, controllable warm current. "Now, try to move your arms," Violet instructed. Lin Yuan complied, attempting to lift his arms, bound by the Moon Silver Rope. To his surprise, he could not only lift his arms with ease but also felt a surge of powerful energy flowing into his body from the ropes, imbuing his movements with unprecedented strength and precision. "This is another characteristic of the Moon Silver Rope – it not only enhances your strength but also improves your control," Violet explained. "As your training deepens, you will learn to use the ropes to guide the power within your body, and even to sense your surroundings and anticipate enemy attacks." Lin Yuan looked at his body, bound by the Moon Silver Rope, in astonishment. He had never imagined that ropes could be not only tools for pleasure and shame but also such powerful weapons and aids. "Next, we will begin 'Resonance Training'," Violet said. "I will gradually increase the intensity of the rope's stimulation. You must learn to remain calm under this stimulation and attempt to control the flow of power within your body. This is a crucial step to becoming a warrior bound by eternal ropes." As she spoke, she flicked her finger at the small knot on Lin Yuan's chest. "Ah...!" Lin Yuan couldn't help but let out a trembling groan. The small knot seemed to be infused with new energy, beginning to rhythmically rub against his nipples, sending waves of stimulation that made his scalp tingle. "Concentrate, Lin Yuan," Violet's voice held a hint of sternness. "Don't be overwhelmed by the pleasure. Feel it, control it, and let it become your strength, not your weakness." Lin Yuan bit his lower lip, trying to focus. He attempted to ignore the addictive stimulation, concentrating on the flow of power within his body. Gradually, he discovered that the warm current, rising from the pleasure, could be guided to various parts of his body, even concentrated at a single point to enhance its sensitivity and power. "Very good... that's it..." Violet's voice held a hint of satisfaction. "You are more talented than I imagined. Perhaps, you truly can become the savior of this world." The training lasted for a full hour. During this hour, Violet gradually increased the intensity of the rope's stimulation, and Lin Yuan, from being almost out of control initially, progressed to being able to handle various stimuli with relative calmness, even learning some simple control techniques. When the training ended, Lin Yuan was drenched in sweat, his body trembling slightly from the continuous stimulation, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with an unprecedented sense of confidence and power. "That's all for today's training," Violet said as she untied the Moon Silver Rope from Lin Yuan. "Tomorrow, we will begin a more advanced training – 'Spiderweb Binding'. It's a more complex full-body binding method that will present you with greater challenges and grant you even greater power." She placed the Moon Silver Rope back on the bedside table and turned to leave. "Wait." Lin Yuan called out to her. "Can I ask a question?" The battle with the Whispering Shadows served as a watershed, pushing Lin Yuan completely from the role of "the bound" to "the fighter." He understood that pleasure and shame were no longer mere enjoyments, but combat resources that could be refined and transformed. This realization filled him with an unprecedented yearning for the impending "Dragon's Nest Lock." On the morning of the fourth day, Violet did not lead him to the familiar training room but to the deepest part of the temple, a chamber perpetually shrouded in steam. It resembled an alchemist's workshop more than anything else. In the center stood a massive obsidian bathtub, filled with a viscous, ink-like liquid that emitted a pungent aroma of mixed metal and herbs. "The Dragon's Nest Lock doesn't bind your flesh, but your bones and internal organs," Violet's voice, somewhat ethereal in the steam, drifted towards him. She gestured to the pool of black liquid. "This is the 'Dragon Blood Bath,' brewed from ancient dragon blood and dozens of potent herbs. It will make your bones and muscles as supple and resilient as a dragon's, preparing you for the subsequent restraints." Lin Yuan hesitated not for a moment. He shed his clothes and slowly stepped into the warm bath. A scalding, stinging sensation instantly enveloped his entire body, as if countless fine needles were piercing his skin simultaneously. He endured the discomfort, submerging himself completely in the black liquid. Through his 'inner sight,' he saw his flesh and blood, under the immersion of the black liquid, undergoing visible changes. Muscle fibers became denser, bone density increased, and a raw power began to gestate within him. The soak lasted for an hour. When Lin Yuan emerged from the bath, he felt as if he had been reborn. His skin was covered in a thin, slick layer of black substance, his muscle definition was more pronounced than before, and with every breath, he could hear faint crackling sounds emanating from his bones. "How does it feel?" Violet handed him a clean cloth. "...Strong," Lin Yuan wiped himself dry, feeling as though he could punch through a wall with a single blow. "But also heavy. The power within me is like an untamed beast." "Therefore, you need the 'Dragon's Nest Lock' to put reins on it," Violet led him to another side of the room. Hanging on the wall were no longer ropes, but a complete set of metal instruments of various forms: metal rings as thick as a thumb, metal strips covered in scale-like textures, and dangerous-looking, several-meter-long bone-spike chains. "The core of the Dragon's Nest Lock is the 'Dragon Bone Nail'," Violet picked up a three-inch long bone nail that shimmered with a faint glow. "It will be driven into your joints, forcibly locking your bones, rendering you immobile even in the most agonizing positions. And the 'Dragon Scale Bands' will wrap around your torso, continuously compressing your internal organs, pushing you to the brink of suffocation and bloating as you feel the surge of power." Lin Yuan's heart pounded wildly. This surpassed any form of bondage within his understanding; it was more akin to torture. "Will it be dangerous?" he asked the question that concerned him most. "Yes," Violet answered crisply. "The Dragon Bone Nails will forcibly alter your bone structure. The process will be excruciating. If your will collapses under the pain, the locked bones may dislocate, leading to permanent damage. But if you can endure it and learn to channel your power within this extreme agony, your body will be thoroughly 'dragonized,' granting you strength and recovery far beyond that of ordinary mortals." She walked up to Lin Yuan and pressed a cold Dragon Bone Nail against his chest. "Now, you still have the option to back out. As a warrior of the Goddess, you can choose other, gentler training methods, though progress will be much slower." Lin Yuan looked at the complex, mixed expression of anticipation and warning in Violet's eyes. He then lowered his gaze to his own body, which had become much stronger after the Dragon Blood Bath. He knew that to give up meant mediocrity, and in this perilous world, mediocrity was equivalent to death. Moreover, the suppressed desire deep within his heart was screaming in exultation, anticipating this unprecedented, extreme experience. "Begin," he said calmly. "I choose the Dragon's Nest Lock." A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in Violet's eyes. She had Lin Yuan turn his back to her, his arms bound behind him, and secured his wrists to a metal ring at his waist with handcuffs. This posture forced his chest to arch forward, stretching his shoulder blades outwards, causing a dull ache. "First, the scapula nail." Violet's voice was cold and professional. Lin Yuan felt the cold metal tip press against the right side of his shoulder blade. He took a deep breath, preparing himself. The next second, an unimaginable pain, as if his very soul were being torn apart, struck him! "Aaaahhhh—!" Lin Yuan let out a scream that was not human. He felt as if he weren't being pierced by a nail, but as if a red-hot iron skewer were being brutally hammered into his bone. The agony spread madly along his nerves, his mind went blank, and his body convulsed violently. In his 'inner sight,' he saw the network of power around his shoulder blade instantly shatter under the impact of this excruciating pain, with wild energy scattering everywhere. "And you, Lin Yuan." She extended her foot, the tip of her delicate sandal lightly, insultingly, nudging the ropes coiled around Lin Yuan's chest. "I bestowed upon you the Chains of the Void, to let you taste divine might, yet you turn your head, clinging to these tattered ropes? It seems my discipline was too lenient. You still haven't understood what true... 'bondage' is." Lin Yuan could offer no rebuttal. Before Avilia's absolute dominance, all his calm and contentment shattered into dust. He felt like a thief caught in the act, shame and fear chilling him to the bone. "Since you two... enjoy being bound together so much." Avilia's gaze swept over them, her eyes as cold as if to freeze them solid. "Then I shall grant your wish. I will make you... truly, completely, 'together'." She snapped her fingers. Violet shrieked, feeling her body lifted by an irresistible force, then violently thrown onto the bed, beside Lin Yuan. Immediately, countless obsidian Chains of the Void, emanating an ominous aura, surged from the floor and walls like a pack of hungry vipers, instantly enveloping them both! "Ah—!" Violet let out a piercing scream. These Chains of the Void were different from the armbands on Lin Yuan's limbs; they were filled with Avilia's rage and jealousy. They were not for binding, but for punishment! One chain brutally wrapped around Violet's neck, lifting her upwards, nearly suffocating her. Another lashed her snow-white back like a whip, instantly leaving a deep bloody gash. More chains pulled her limbs backward in an extremely contorted posture, as if to tear her limb from limb. "My Goddess! Spare me! I was wrong!" Violet pleaded in despair, but her cries were met with crueler lashes and tighter bindings. Lin Yuan's situation was no better. The gentle ropes that had enveloped him turned to ash the moment they touched the Chains of the Void. In their place were cold, rough chains studded with barbs. They dug deeply into his flesh, forcibly and intimately binding him to Violet's body. His chest was pressed tightly by the chains against Violet's similarly bound, soft back. His legs were entwined with hers, knees to knees, ankles to ankles. His hands, bound behind his back, were linked by the same chain that passed through Violet's own bound wrists, securing them together. The two of them were like hedgehogs forced into a single cage, fixed by countless barbed chains into an inseparable, twisted whole. Every breath, every slight struggle, tightened the chains, inflicting double, heart-wrenching pain on each other and themselves. "Ugh...!" Lin Yuan tried to endure, but the intense pain forced a muffled groan from him. He could feel Violet's body trembling violently from the agony, could feel her warm blood seeping through the gaps in the chains, staining his skin. This intimate yet cruel contact sent his mind into chaos. "Now that's more like it." Avilia admired her handiwork, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "This is the scene I desired. My beloved hero, and my most loyal priestess, bound together like dogs, howling in agony." She walked to the bedside, sat down, and extended her foot, her sandal-clad toe lightly, playfully, lifting Violet's chin. "Violet, look at yourself now." Her voice dripped with pity and cruelty. "Do you regret it? Regret using your cheap tenderness to touch what is mine?" "I... I was wrong... Goddess... please..." Violet's voice was broken by suffocation and pain, her eyes filled with tears. "Wrong? No, you are merely feeling pain now." Avilia shook her head, then her gaze shifted to Lin Yuan. "Lin Yuan, weren't you yearning for bondage? Didn't you find this kind of binding 'reassuring'? How is it now? How does it feel?" Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, offering no reply. The milky white energy core within him churned furiously, attempting to alleviate the excruciating pain, but Avilia's divine power acted directly upon the chains, rendering his resistance insignificant. "Not talking?" Avilia's smile turned more dangerous. "It seems you still don't find it stimulating enough. No matter, I have plenty of ways to make you... 'intimate'." She stood up and retrieved something from the shadows in the corner of the room that made both Lin Yuan and Violet's pupils contract – it was a "shared tentacle," entirely black, its surface covered in tiny, almost living tendrils. "Tie him up," she commanded. Two maids immediately sprang into action. Their coordination was seamless; one secured Lin Yuan's body while the other began the binding with ropes. This time, the restraint was far more intricate, and... professional, than the one on the street. They started with a soft silk rope, looping it from behind Lin Yuan's neck, down along his collarbones, crossing into a beautiful diamond shape on his chest, then around to his back where it was knotted on his spine. This rope wasn't tight, more like an adornment, yet it felt like a declaration of a beginning. Next came the rough hemp rope. A thick hemp rope was wrapped around his waist, knotted at the back, then split into two strands that descended, digging tightly into his butt crack, before snaking upwards, emerging from under his armpits, and rejoining the knot at his waist. This position forced his buttocks to protrude, making him appear incredibly ashamed. Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, enduring the friction and pressure from the ropes. He told himself this was purely physical restraint, to not feel, to not remember. But his body betrayed his will. The moment that rough hemp rope deeply embedded itself in his gluteal cleft, a long-forgotten, familiar, almost obliterated tingling sensation surged through him like an electric current, from his tailbone straight to his brain! His body jolted violently. "Oh?" Isabella keenly caught his reaction. She stepped forward and lightly tapped the hemp rope wedged in his butt crack with the tip of her riding crop. "It seems you're enjoying this?" Lin Yuan's face instantly flushed crimson. He clenched his jaw, remaining silent. The maids' work continued. They used leather straps to bind his arms behind his back, wrists and elbows tightly secured. Then, a rope was looped from behind his neck, connecting to the knots at his wrists, forming a variation of the "koukaku" restraint. This position forced his upper body to lean forward, his chest pushed out higher. Then, they had him lean his entire body against the cold metal pillar. More ropes appeared, binding his thighs, calves, and ankles, loop after loop, securely to the pillar. From his chest to his feet, he was fixed into a 'T' shape by the ropes and the pillar, utterly, completely, immobilized. He was secured in the center of the room, like a displayed work of art, imbued with a profound sense of humiliation. The maids retreated to the side. Isabella circled him slowly, as if admiring her masterpiece. Her gaze held no lust, only a near-pathological satisfaction, the fulfillment of a creator. "Very good, very good indeed." She stopped in front of Lin Yuan and ran a gloved hand over his chest, where the ropes had left red marks. "See how beautiful you are now. Like a canary in a cage, waiting for its master to tame it." Lin Yuan closed his eyes. He didn't want to see her face, twisted in that pathological smile. But he couldn't shut down his senses. He could clearly feel the texture of each rope – some silken, some rough, some resilient – digging into his skin with varying degrees of pressure, compressing his muscles, bringing forth a complex sensation of pain, numbness, and... tingling. The dried-up well within him seemed to have a spark of fire thrown into it at this moment. The memories he had deliberately buried, of being bound in the temple, surged back like a tide. He remembered Violet's gentle Cloud Heart Rope, Avelia's Void Chains filled with divine power and jealousy, and the devastating storm of pleasure during the soul fusion with Violet under the shared tentacles. His body began to react, beyond his control.