I've transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, and I'm tying up all the Douluo goddesses with bondage!

When consciousness returned, Lin Xiaoxiao found herself lying on a soft patch of grass. The air carried the fresh scent of grass and wood, mingled with the faint chirping of birds in the distance. Sunlight dappled her body through the gaps in the leaves. She looked down to see her sleep dress replaced by simple cloth garments, and the red rope… it was still coiled around her arm, but now it was in a strange, semi-transparent state, pulsing faintly like a living thing. "System activating… Host has successfully transmigrated." A mechanical yet slightly sweet female voice echoed in her mind. Xiaoxiao jolted upright, looking around. This was… a forest? The dense aura of soul beasts made her instinctively feel danger. She tried to stand, but nearly fell because the rope was still wrapped around her. "System? This is… transmigration to the Douluo Continent?!" Her heart pounded. As a veteran reader, she knew this kind of cheat-like plot, but experiencing it herself, the blend of reality and absurdity made her both excited and terrified. 【Ding! Newbie gift pack has been issued. Host's current identity: Unnamed Soul Master, age adjusted to twenty-two (adult), location: Forest near Holy Spirit Village.】 【Main quest activated: As a rope-binding transmigator, conquer the female characters of the Douluo Continent. Establish intimate bonds through rope binding, increasing favorability and obedience.】 【Current Martial Soul awakening: Arbitrary Rope (innate full soul power, full soul rings are growable). Martial Soul characteristics: can freely change length, thickness, material, color, possesses extremely strong binding power, can attach soul skills such as "Shameful Entanglement," "Pleasure Amplification," "Unbreakable Restraint."】 Xiaoxiao was stunned. Innate full soul power? Arbitrary Rope martial soul? This was too overpowered! She extended her hand tremblingly, and the red rope coiled around her arm immediately responded, floating up and, at her mental command, transforming into a soft yet resilient thin rope that gently wrapped around her fingers. The sensation… so real. When the rope tightened against her skin, the familiar feeling of constriction made her legs go weak, almost causing her to kneel on the spot. "Too… too shameful…" she murmured softly, her face flushing to her ears. "If anyone saw me using this martial soul… what would they think of me? A pervert who likes to tie up girls…" Fear and excitement surged through her simultaneously. She thought of the girls in the original work – Xiao Wu, lively and cute; Ning Rongrong, proud and willful; Zhu Zhuqing, cold and aloof; and later Huo Wu, Ye Lingling… If she were to tie them up one by one with her own ropes, play with their bodies, and listen to their shameful moans in bondage… "No, no, I can't become a pervert this quickly!" Xiaoxiao shook her head vigorously, trying to banish those images from her mind. But her body honestly grew warm, and the Arbitrary Rope seemed to sense her emotions, gently coiling around her waist like a lover's embrace. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. The most important thing now was to figure out her situation. Occasional growls echoed through the forest; she knew there were soul beasts here and couldn't stay long. Xiaoxiao attempted to retract the rope into her body, and it obediently disappeared, leaving behind only a faint, lingering tingle. "System, is there a tutorial? Or a map?" 【Host can obtain rewards by completing tasks. Current main quest one: Arrive at Shrek Academy and meet initial target characters. Reward: Soul power increased by one level, Special Rope Tool ×1, Favorability Gift Pack.】 Xiaoxiao gave a wry smile. Shrek Academy… wasn't that where the original protagonists gathered? Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, they were all there. She adjusted her clothes and walked in the direction of Holy Spirit Village from memory. As she walked, she repeatedly chanted in her mind: I'm an adult, they are adults, everything must be legal and consensual… But the more she thought about it, the stronger the shameful feeling of secretly doing something bad became. "What if I'm discovered? What if they find out I, a modern person, like rope binding… like tying them into all sorts of shameful poses and playing with them… especially if my secret of occasionally cross-dressing is also exposed…" Thinking of this, her steps faltered, her face flushing so deeply it could almost bleed. Yet, her feet involuntarily quickened. Holy Spirit Village soon appeared in sight. A dilapidated yet warm village, exactly as described in the original work. Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and entered the village. She needed to find a place to stay first – perhaps pretend to be a wandering soul master. Lin Xiaoxiao walked on the dirt road leading to Nuoding City. The sunlight fell on her, but it couldn't dispel the heat in her heart. It had been two days since she left Holy Soul Village, and she had barely slept during that time. Lying on the simple wooden bed in a rundown inn at night, her mind was filled with shameful images: herself, using the Arbitrary Rope to tie Ning Rongrong's proud arms behind her back, the rope tightening around her delicate waist, forcing her to arch her chest; or binding Xiao Wu in a Kote-bako (turtle shell binding) pose, letting the lively rabbit girl struggle gently within the net of ropes, emitting soft whimpers... Every time she thought of these, her legs would involuntarily weaken. The Arbitrary Rope martial soul, with its innate full soul power, seemed to sense her emotions. It would quietly appear in the dead of night, coiling and sliding between her fingers, like a docile yet dangerous snake, gently caressing her skin and bringing waves of tingling pleasure. "System... do I really have to do this? They are girls from the original story, I... I'm just a pervert who likes ropes..." Xiaoxiao whispered to herself, her cheeks burning. She subconsciously hugged her arms tighter, as if that could suppress the desire within her. But the more she suppressed it, the stronger the fear and excitement of her secret being hidden became. [Host's current soul power: Level 1 (Innate Full Soul Power). Arbitrary Rope Martial Soul Proficiency +5%. Novice Mission Progress: Arrive at Nuoding City, meet Ning Rongrong, initial favorability 0. Completion reward: Soul Power +1 Level, Shameful Rope Gear Gift Pack ×1.] The system's sweet female voice echoed in her mind, making Xiaoxiao both ashamed and angry. "Shameful rope gear... sounds so lewd..." She quickened her pace. Nuoding City was already in sight, its walls towering, and the crowds entering and exiting bustling. Xiaoxiao touched the meager amount of soul coins she had left, took a deep breath, and walked in. Her current appearance was that of a twenty-two-year-old young woman, dressed in a simple soul master's robe, looking like a low-level soul master just out of the countryside, unlikely to attract attention. The city was much livelier than she had imagined. There were various shops lining the streets, selling soul tools, soul beast materials, and many soul masters were talking loudly in taverns. Xiaoxiao found an inconspicuous small inn to stay in. After paying for the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she summoned the Arbitrary Rope. A slender red rope appeared in her palm, soft yet possessing astonishing resilience. With a gentle pull, the rope instantly thickened and tightened around her wrist. The familiar sensation of constriction made her breath quicken. "If... if I could tie up Ning Rongrong... she's so proud, she'd definitely curse me angrily, but her body wouldn't be able to move, and she'd just blush and look at me..." Xiaoxiao's breathing grew heavier, and the image of Ning Rongrong involuntarily appeared in her mind – pink long hair, big eyes full of arrogance, and a curvaceous figure. The scene of tying the high and mighty little princess to a bedpost with ropes and slowly toying with her almost made her lose control on the spot. "No, no! That's too perverted... If they find out I'm like this... especially if they knew about my secret of occasionally cross-dressing..." She shook her head violently and retracted the rope into her body. Her "brother" persona when cross-dressing was her greatest fear of exposure, her soft spot. In her previous life, she would occasionally wear men's clothes late at night, fantasizing about being a powerful character from a novel, yet always fearing being seen. Now that she had transmigrated, this secret was like a thorn, capable of breaking her at any moment. She forced herself to calm down. Tomorrow was the enrollment day for Nuoding Academy. According to the original story, Ning Rongrong should appear with Oscar and the others. She decided to scout around the academy first and find an opportunity to approach her. The next morning, Xiaoxiao arrived outside Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy early. The academy square was already filled with boys and girls who had come to register – of course, under the system's adjustment, everyone was of legal age, appearing to be between eighteen and twenty-something, to avoid any discomfort. She blended into the crowd, her eyes scanning everywhere. Suddenly, a crisp yet arrogant voice rang out. "Hey, you country bumpkins, don't block the way! This young lady needs to get in to register!" Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look. A girl in a pink dress was walking with her head held high, followed by a few attendants. Her pink long hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her delicate features held a hint of innate娇蛮 (spoiled arrogance). It was Ning Rongrong! She was even more radiant and captivating than described in the original story. Her figure was subtly visible beneath her soul master's robe, and her skirt swayed as she walked, exuding the pride of a little princess. Xiaoxiao's breathing instantly became erratic. Her heart pounded, and her legs felt weak. The Arbitrary Rope seemed to sense its owner's emotions, trembling slightly within her, eager to be released. "It's her... Ning Rongrong... If I tie her hands behind her back, bind her upper body tightly with Kote-bako, and cross the ropes over her chest... her arrogant expression would surely break, turning into a look of shame and anger..." Xiaoxiao's mind uncontrollably flashed with various rope-binding poses, her face blushing so deeply it felt like it would bleed. She quickly lowered her head, pretending to look at the ground, afraid of being discovered. As Ning Rongrong walked past her, her gaze swept over casually, and she frowned slightly, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before?" The voice carried a hint of impatience, but it made Xiaoxiao's heart tremble. A mixed feeling of fear and excitement, a sense of shame, surged through her – she was afraid of Ning Rongrong disliking her, afraid of her perverted hobbies being exposed, and even more afraid of herself being unable to resist summoning the rope on the spot. "S-sorry..." Xiaoxiao said softly, her voice trembling slightly. She looked up, forcing a smile, "I'm also a soul master here to register, my name is Lin Xiaoxiao. I'm new here and don't quite understand the rules." Ning Rongrong sized her up a few times and snorted, "From the countryside, aren't you? Never mind, I'm in a good mood, so I won't bother with you. Move aside, don't get in my way." With that, she led her attendants straight towards the registration area. Xiaoxiao stood in place, her heart pounding like a drum. Just now, seeing Ning Rongrong's fair neck and slender wrists up close, she could almost imagine the faint red marks the rope would leave after being tightened... [Host, Favorability +5 (Current 5/100). Trigger side quest: First conversation with Ning Rongrong. Increasing intimacy can unlock preliminary rope-binding interactive missions.] The system's prompt made Xiaoxiao both surprised and flustered. "Only 5 points... still a long way to go. But I already... I can't help but want to tie her up..." She took a few deep breaths and decided to follow. During the registration process, she deliberately lined up behind Ning Rongrong. When it was her turn, the teacher testing martial souls was a middle-aged soul master. He glanced at her, "Release your martial soul." Xiaoxiao nervously extended her hand, and with a thought, a slender, semi-transparent rope appeared from her palm, swaying gently in the air. A gasp immediately erupted from the surroundings. "What kind of martial soul is this? A rope? It looks so strange..." Ning Rongrong, mid-way through drying her hair, bristled at the remark. Her pink hair, still damp, turned defiantly as she planted her hands on her hips and glared at Xiaoxiao. "Lin Xiaoxiao! What do you mean by that? Who are you calling a pretty decoration? My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit is a top-tier support, what's your pathetic rope spirit? You only managed to tie up Xiao Wu yesterday by sneak attacking. Dare you say that to my face today?" Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes, looking at Xiaoxiao with a hint of hurt. "Sister Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you today? Aren't we roommates..." Xiaoxiao inwardly rejoiced but feigned impatience, deliberately provoking them. "I didn't say anything wrong. Rongrong, you're so proud. If we were to actually spar, I could win against both of you with one hand. Dare you team up and fight me? If you lose, you have to grant me one request, how about it?" Ning Rongrong's chest heaved with anger, her ample figure subtly outlined beneath her nightgown. She sneered, "Fine! I'll let you witness the might of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! Xiao Wu, let's take her on together and teach this arrogant brat a lesson!" Although Xiao Wu hesitated, she was pulled along by Ning Rongrong and nodded in agreement. "Then... alright, just a friendly spar, Sister Xiaoxiao." [Side Quest Triggered: Bet Spar. Upon victory, you may execute one full rope bondage command on the target character, increasing obedience and favorability. Failure will result in a loss of favorability.] Xiaoxiao appeared calm, but her heart pounded wildly. She knew this was her first real opportunity to "play," and with her innate full spirit power and the new spirit ability [Shameful Bindings: Restraint], her chances of winning were extremely high. But what terrified her more was the thought of actually tying up Ning Rongrong after winning. The image of binding the original novel's goddess entirely would completely expose her inner perverted bondage desires. If they discovered she actually enjoyed this, especially the secret of her cross-dressing "brother"... "Come on, right here in the empty space in the dorm," Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and stood in the center. The spar officially began. Ning Rongrong immediately released her spirit, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appearing. Her first spirit ability, "Power Boost," was directly cast on Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu charged forward like a pink lightning bolt, her soft techniques combined with the boost, launching a fierce offensive. Xiaoxiao retreated half a step. Her innate full spirit power granted her lightning-fast reactions as she unleashed her Arbitrary Rope. Semi-transparent red glowing ropes danced like vipers, attacking from multiple angles simultaneously. The new spirit ability [Shameful Bindings: Restraint] was quietly activated, greatly increasing the rope's tenacity and control. Xiao Wu's attack was agilely ensnared around her ankles, instantly throwing her off balance. Ning Rongrong attempted to use her second spirit ability, "Agility Boost," to salvage the situation, but found Xiaoxiao's ropes already wrapping around her from behind, precisely binding her arms. "Damn it! How are these ropes so fast!" Ning Rongrong cursed in annoyance, her voice tinged with panic. The battle lasted less than two minutes. The spirit power suppression from innate full spirit power, combined with the spirit ability's effects, allowed Xiaoxiao's Arbitrary Rope to create a net that simultaneously controlled both of them. Xiao Wu was bound around her waist and calves, while Ning Rongrong received special attention – the ropes first tied her hands behind her back, then quickly descended. "Sister Xiaoxiao... I surrender..." Xiao Wu softly pleaded, her face flushed, but her favorability increased. Ning Rongrong was still struggling but was completely suppressed by the ropes. "Lin Xiaoxiao! You... you win! Let go of me this instant!" Xiaoxiao stood there, panting, a mixture of the joy of victory and immense shame washing over her. She looked at Ning Rongrong's partially bound state, her heart nearly exploding. "I won... according to our bet, you have to grant me one request," Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly. "My request is... let me tie you up properly with ropes now. Full body binding, no resistance allowed." Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned crimson, her eyes widening. "You... you pervert! What are you talking about?!" Xiao Wu also widened her eyes in surprise, but being lightly bound herself, she could only watch with a flushed face. Xiaoxiao suppressed her fear and excitement, saying in a low voice, "A bet is a bet... and it's just a spar for practice, I won't really hurt you. I... I promise to stop before it goes too far." Driven by the system quest and Ning Rongrong's proud personality, she finally nodded with a blush. "Hmph... just this once! I, Ning Rongrong, keep my word..." Xiaoxiao's heart raced. She first had Xiao Wu loosen her bindings temporarily, then focused all her attention on Ning Rongrong. "Arbitrary Rope, [Shameful Bindings: Restraint] – Full power!" The ropes surged out like living creatures. First, the upper body: Ning Rongrong's hands were tied behind her back, the ropes forming a modified Kote-kote Shibari, tightening across her chest and shoulders. The ropes dug deeply into her tender skin beneath the nightgown, leaving alluring red marks. Her ample chest was further accentuated by the ropes, causing Ning Rongrong's body to involuntarily arch, emitting a suppressed groan. "Ah... this... this is so tight... Lin Xiaoxiao, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you..." Ning Rongrong's face was so red it was almost bleeding, her proud voice trembling slightly. The effect of the shame spirit ability activated, her body's sensitivity skyrocketing, each friction of the rope bringing a strange, tingling pleasure. Xiaoxiao's breathing quickened. She knelt behind Ning Rongrong, personally adjusting the knots. The sensation from the ropes – the girl's warm skin, the slight tremors of her struggles, the soft rise and fall of her chest – was all incredibly clear, making Xiaoxiao's legs weak, almost losing control on the spot. "Rongrong... you look so beautiful right now..." Xiaoxiao murmured, her voice filled with suppressed excitement. She continued downwards, binding her lower body: the ropes tightly bound Ning Rongrong's slender legs together, from the root of her thighs to her ankles, with extra reinforcement at the knees, forming a standard upright leg binding. Ning Rongrong was forced to kneel on the ground, her hands tied behind her back and her legs bound together, making it impossible for her to stand. She could only writhe slightly, her nightgown rumpled by the ropes, revealing large patches of snow-white skin. The full body binding was complete. Ning Rongrong was like an exquisite bondage artwork, hands tied behind her back, her chest and waist perfectly outlined by the Kote-kote Shibari net, her legs straight and unable to separate. Her face was flushed to her neck, her eyes wide and watery as she glared at Xiaoxiao, a mixture of shame and anger, with an undeniable, strange reaction. Ning Rongrong trembled as she walked in front of her and knelt on the cushion. Today, she was wearing a silk dress specially made by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent in the candlelight, faintly revealing the pale pink bodice and slender waist beneath. "Do you know what the Four Horsemen Bind is?" Xiaoxiao asked, her finger gently lifting Ning Rongrong's chin. "N-no... I don't know..." Ning Rongrong's voice trembled. "It's an ancient binding technique," Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, her fingers sliding to her wrists, "where the victim's hands and feet are tied together behind their back, their body tensed like a bow, completely immobilized, left to the mercy of whoever binds them." As she spoke, a red rope had already begun to wrap around Ning Rongrong's wrists. This time, the rope was tied very tightly, digging deep into her skin. It wound around her wrists five times before being secured with a complex knot, ensuring she couldn't break free. "Ah... it's so tight..." Ning Rongrong gasped, feeling her hands completely bound. "That's right, it should be tight," Xiaoxiao moved behind her and continued the binding. The rope extended from her wrists, wrapping around her arms, forming red lines that completely secured her arms behind her back. Next were her ankles. Xiaoxiao had Ning Rongrong lie down, bend her legs, and then wrapped the rope around her slender ankles. The rope tightened with each turn, as complex as the binding on her wrists, ensuring she couldn't kick. "Finally," Xiaoxiao's voice was filled with excitement, "is the most crucial step of the Four Horsemen Bind—the connection." She pulled the ropes binding her wrists and ankles taut, connecting them behind her back. Ning Rongrong felt a powerful force pulling her limbs backward, her body forced into an arch, her chest pushed high, and her legs spread apart into an extremely shameful position. "Ah! No... don't..." Ning Rongrong shrieked, trying to struggle, but this was the essence of the Four Horsemen Bind—her limbs were tied together, and any struggle would only make the ropes tighter and her body more taut. Xiaoxiao looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. Ning Rongrong lay on the ground, her hands and feet bound together behind her back, her body tensed like a bow. The dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung to her body in this posture, outlining her full breasts and slender waist. Her legs were forced apart, her most private parts peeking through. "Perfect," Xiaoxiao chuckled, circling Ning Rongrong, admiring her shameful pose, "but something is still missing..." She walked in front of Ning Rongrong, crouched down, and produced something—a white stocking, the very one Ning Rongrong was wearing on her feet today. "What... what are you going to do..." Ning Rongrong looked at the stocking in terror. "Gag you," Xiaoxiao chuckled, "a victim of the Four Horsemen Bind shouldn't make noise, only muffled whimpers... that's cuter." "No... don't..." Ning Rongrong shook her head, but Xiaoxiao had already pinched her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The white stocking was slowly stuffed into Ning Rongrong's mouth, the tip pressing against her throat, the body filling her mouth, making her unable to speak, only able to let out "whimpering" sounds. Xiaoxiao then used another thin rope to wrap around the back of her head, securing the stocking and ensuring she couldn't spit it out. "Mmmph... mmm..." Tears welled up in Ning Rongrong's eyes. The shame of being gagged with her own stocking was more devastating than any restraint. She could smell her own scent on the stocking, a mixture of faint sweat and perfume that made her cheeks burn. "Beautiful," Xiaoxiao praised, her finger gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eye, "Rongrong, do you know? You look like this now... more captivating than ever." She began to play. The Four Horsemen Bind left Ning Rongrong completely immobile, at Xiaoxiao's mercy. Xiaoxiao's fingers first slid to her chest, gently kneading her taut breasts. The dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, was almost transparent in the posture of the Four Horsemen Bind, allowing Xiaoxiao to clearly see the erect nipples beneath the pale pink bodice. Before she could even gasp, red ropes seemed to surge from the void, completing a perfect binding in an instant— Her wrists were tied behind her back, the ropes crisscrossing to form a complex kago-teki (rear-hand binding); her arms and chest were tightly wrapped by a harness, her arms completely immobilized, her breasts pressed even more prominently. The ropes at her waist connected to the rear-hand binding, forcing her upper body into a posture of shameful arch; finally, the ropes descended, binding her legs together from ankles to the root of her thighs. Twelve knots tightened simultaneously, precisely pressing the nodes of soul power within her. Hu Liena felt her soul power instantly stagnate. Her Nine-Tailed Fox spirit was forcibly suppressed, unable to mobilize even a sliver of power. She wanted to scream, but a thin rope had already entered her lips, tied behind her head, turning her cries into muffled whimpers. "Good evening, fox." Xiao Xiao sat by the bedside, gently lifting Hu Liena's chin with her finger. In the moonlight, her eyes were no longer weak but filled with aggression and possessiveness, like a hunter gazing at prey struggling in a net. Hu Liena's eyes widened, her pupils contracting. The useless girl from earlier was now exuding a dangerous aura that made her heart pound. "Mmmph!" She struggled desperately, but the restraint of the Thousand Rope Lock rendered her completely unable to exert force. The rear-hand binding held her arms firmly behind her, and the leg binding prevented her legs from separating. Her entire body was fixed in a posture of shameful arch, her chest thrust high, her legs stretched straight and together. Her most private parts were tantalizingly revealed beneath her nightgown. "Don't struggle," Xiao Xiao chuckled, flicking her finger lightly against Hu Liena's body. "This is called the Thousand Rope Lock, a soul skill I created myself. Twelve knots press your soul power nodes. Right now, you're... less than an ordinary person." She began to untie Hu Liena's nightgown. The purple silk fabric was peeled away by the ropes, sliding down like petals to reveal snow-white skin and fiery red undergarments. Her full breasts, almost bursting from the harness, had two pale pink tips that had already become slightly erect from fright and shame, gleaming with a moist luster in the moonlight. "Nine-Tailed Fox..." Xiao Xiao marveled, her finger slowly tracing the plump softness, feeling its delicate texture and the rapid heartbeat. "This part of you... is softer than I imagined." "Mmmph!" Hu Liena let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently within the Thousand Rope Lock. The feeling of complete helplessness was terrifying, yet... it also brought a strange sense of release? As part of the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall, she had never lost control so thoroughly. Xiao Xiao's fingers slid to her rear-hand binding, gently pulling the knots. The harness tightened, her chest pushed out further, forcing Hu Liena to tilt her head back, a soft whimper escaping her throat. "Weren't you very arrogant during the day?" Xiao Xiao's voice was laced with teasing as her finger probed between her bound legs, pressing lightly at her most sensitive spot. "And now?" "Mmmph—!" Hu Liena let out a high-pitched tremor, her body arching within the restraints, with nowhere to escape. The leg binding prevented her legs from closing, leaving her no choice but to let that finger roam the moist crevice, bringing waves of tingling that made her scalp prickle. Xiao Xiao began to play. Her fingers roamed Hu Liena's body, from her chest to her abdomen, from her thighs to her calves, each part perfectly outlined by the ropes. Her lips pressed against Hu Liena's neck, her tongue licking the delicate skin, moving downwards, finally stopping in the deep cleavage. "Mmmph..." Hu Liena's whimpers gradually changed tone, shifting from terror to a desire she was unwilling to admit. Her nine fox tails trembled slightly under the restraint of the ropes, the tips curling and uncurling uncontrollably—the instinctive reaction of a Nine-Tailed Fox in extreme excitement. Xiao Xiao noticed this, a knowing smile curving her lips. Her fingers continued downwards, probing the edge of the fiery red undergarment, slowly rubbing against the fabric that had already become slightly damp. Ning Rongrong parted her lips obediently, her pink tongue peeking out slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Xiaoxiao traced the size of her mouth with a finger, then looked down at the boxwood in her hand, a knowing smile slowly curving her lips. "I'm going to make a few little things," she said. "You girls go find some smooth river stones and some sturdy rubber bands nearby." Though filled with questions, the five girls scattered immediately to search. Xiaoxiao, meanwhile, drew her dagger and began to meticulously carve the boxwood. Boxwood, with its fine, dense grain and resistance to cracking, was an excellent material for gags. She first whittled a smooth, rounded ball, just large enough to fill Ning Rongrong's mouth, and drilled a small hole through its center – a channel for breathing and for more suggestive whimpers to escape. Then, with the tip of her dagger, she etched shallow patterns onto the surface, both to increase friction and prevent slippage, and to create a complex, lingering sensation within the mouth. Finally, she carved grooves on either side of the ball to secure the rubber band straps. "Try it," she said, handing the first finished piece to Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong's cheeks instantly flushed, but she still opened her mouth obediently. Xiaoxiao pushed the warm, smooth wooden ball in, then tied the rubber band tightly behind her head. The ball completely filled her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, leaving her only capable of muffled "woo woo" sounds. Saliva quickly began to spill uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, tracing a wet path down her chin and onto the front of her dress. "The size is just right," Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction, gently wiping away the drool from her lips. "And... it looks particularly slutty." Next, she crafted several more gags. Unlike the filling-type balls, these were expanders – oval wooden blocks hollowed out in the center, with rubber bands securing the ends. When worn, they forced the mouth to remain open, unable to close, rendering speech impossible and allowing saliva to flow freely, revealing the pink tip of the tongue and the depths of the throat. She made a small one for Xiao Wu, a large one for Zhu Zhuqing, and medium sizes for Jiang Zhu and Tang Yue. Each was polished to a jade-like smoothness, with rounded edges that wouldn't cause injury, but the sense of shame they induced was amplified tenfold. Finally, she created a combined gag and ball, capable of both filling and expanding, with a rope attached for controlling head movements. This one she set aside, intending it for "special targets" in Spirit City. "Master... are these for...?" Jiang Zhu looked at the wooden instruments, her face flushing crimson. "For you," Xiaoxiao chuckled, packing the items away. "And for the nobles in Spirit City. Imagine, high-level Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall, the esteemed Saintesses, with these wooden things stuffed in their mouths, only able to whimper... what delicious emotional energy will that shame generate?" The five girls exchanged glances, their eyes holding a mixture of anticipation and a faint tremor of fear. They had worn silk stockings and had their mouths gagged with rope, but had never conceived of such primitive, wooden instruments of humiliation. Night gradually descended as they set up camp by a small stream. The water gurgled, moonlight draped the riverbank like silver gauze, and the crackling campfire illuminated their shifting shadows. "Rest early tonight," Xiaoxiao said, sitting by the fire, a red rope dancing between her fingers. "We'll reach Spirit City by noon tomorrow. Tonight... I want to test your training, and try out some new toys." The five girls exchanged glances, a blend of eagerness and shyness. "Testing training" was Xiaoxiao's code for bondage, discipline, and the harvesting of emotional energy. And the "new toys," of course, were the freshly made boxwood balls and gags. "Rongrong, Zhuqing, you first." Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing walked to the campfire and knelt on the soft grass. Xiaoxiao produced two wooden balls, which gleamed warmly in the firelight. "Put them in." Ning Rongrong opened her mouth first, the wooden ball was inserted, and the rubber band was tied. Her mouth was instantly filled, her tongue rendered immobile, capable only of emitting muffled whimpers. Saliva quickly spilled out, dripping down her chin, glistening like tiny crystals in the firelight. Zhu Zhuqing put hers in as well, her mature face slightly distorted by the pressure of the ball, her lips forced open to reveal her tongue and the edge of the wooden sphere. Saliva flowed uncontrollably from her as well. "Beautiful," Xiaoxiao murmured. She didn't opt for simple restraints, but chose a more complex "connected branches" bind. The wrists of the two girls were tied together, and they were seated back-to-back, their legs bent, heels close to their buttocks, forming a relative bound posture. The other end of the rope was in Xiaoxiao's hand; with a gentle tug, both girls let out muffled whimpers simultaneously, their bodies forced into intimate contact and friction, the gags vibrating in their mouths, layering shame upon shame. "Feel each other's warmth," Xiaoxiao commanded, her fingers gently tracing their gagged lips. "Feel each other's saliva. You are sisters, companions, and each other's shackles. Now, even your voices are incomplete, you can only communicate with your bodies." Innocent and mature skin pressed tightly together, their breathing grew rapid due to the gags, each gasp expelling more saliva, leaving suggestive wet marks on their chests and the grass. Xiaoxiao's fingers roamed their bodies, from their chests to their waists, then down to the space between their bound legs. The emotional energy of the five girls intertwined into a vibrant mist, greedily absorbed by the red rope. Xiaoxiao's soul power slowly grew, the bottleneck of level thirty-nine seeming to loosen with each passing moment. Just then, her movements paused, and her sharp gaze swept towards the distant woods. "Who's there? Come out." A faint sound of footsteps echoed from the trees, and a woman in a white dress emerged slowly. She appeared to be in her late twenties, with a cool, serene face and long silver hair that shimmered softly in the moonlight. She held a white scepter, and her soul power fluctuations were not weak – at least a Spirit Saint of level seventy. Her gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing by the campfire, observing the boxwood balls stuffed in their mouths, the saliva constantly flowing from their lips, their bodies bound in a shameful posture... Her cool eyes widened in shock, then turned to intense disgust, yet mingled with a trace of unconcealed curiosity. "Lin Xiaoxiao?" the woman's voice was as clear and cold as a mountain spring, yet with a barely perceptible tremor. "Spirit Hall Saintess Hall Protector, Ling Yuan. I am here on behalf of the Pontiff to escort you." Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow, her gaze meticulously scanning Ling Yuan. The white dress, silver hair, cool demeanor, slender figure... another excellent prey. More importantly, she was Qian Renxue's personal protector, a shortcut to approaching that arrogant angel. She slowly rose and removed the wooden ball from Ning Rongrong's mouth. As it came out, it made a soft "pop," trailing a long, silken strand of saliva that gleamed suggestively in the firelight. Ning Rongrong gasped for air, saliva dripping continuously down her chin, her eyes hazy with shame. "Senior Ling Yuan," Xiaoxiao said, idly playing with the saliva-covered wooden ball in her hand, her gaze fixed on the other woman. "The Pontiff sent you, what are your instructions?" Ling Yuan's gaze couldn't help but drift to the wet wooden ball, her cheeks flushing almost imperceptibly as she looked at the saliva stains. "Just a reminder, Spirit City is not Shrek Academy. There, your little... tricks, would be best kept to a minimum." "Little tricks?" Xiaoxiao chuckled, slowly approaching, almost able to smell the faint floral scent emanating from the woman. "Senior means... this?" She raised her hand, bringing the boxwood ball, still slick with Ning Rongrong's saliva, before Ling Yuan. "Senior, would you like to... try?" Qianren Xue’s bedchamber was completely different from Bibi Dong’s. There were no elaborate decorations here—only simple gold and white. Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire space appear bright and sacred. But when Xiao Xiao stepped inside, Qian Renxue was already kneeling on the floor, her long golden gown spread out before her like a blooming golden lotus. “Mistress, you’re here.” ” Qian Renxue raised her head, her golden eyes brimming with longing and anticipation. Ever since hearing that day that her mother had been taken aside for private training, she had yearned every day for her own moment. “Xue’er, today I am going to teach you—the spread-eagle restraint and the nipple clamp punishment.” ” Xiao Xiao opened the wooden box and took out the props inside. “You are the proudest of angels, but in my presence, you must learn to set aside all pride and become a plaything at my mercy.” Qian Renxue looked at the nipple clamps and dildo in the box; a blush spread across her cheeks, but she did not flinch: “ Xue’er… is willing to let go of everything for her Master…” “Very good.” Xiao Xiao ordered her to stand up and began undressing her. Qian Renxue’s long golden dress slid down, revealing the slender yet toned body beneath. Unlike Bi Bi Dong’s mature, voluptuous figure, Qian Renxue possessed a touch more of a young girl’s innocence and slender grace; her skin was as white as snow, almost translucent in the sunlight. Xiao Xiao first took out the pair of silver wolf-tooth nipple clamps. “These are nipple clamps.” She held one up before Qian Renxue’s eyes, letting her see the sharp wolf’s teeth clearly. “Put them on. Every breath you take, every tremor you make, will bring both pain and pleasure. The silver bells will record your every movement, leaving you unable to hide any reaction.” Qian Renxue stared at the cold, gleaming wolf fangs, her body trembling slightly, yet she still actively thrust out her chest: “Please, Master… put them on for Xue’er…” Xiaoxiao gently pinched the tips of Qian Renxue’s nipples with her fingers until they stood erect like pearls. Then, she slowly clamped the silver wolf-tooth nipple clamps shut. “Ah—” Qian Renxue let out a soft gasp as the wolf’s teeth bit into her most sensitive spots; a stinging pain and a tingling sensation swept over her simultaneously, making her legs go weak. Xiaoxiao fastened the other nipple clamp for her; the two silver bells hung before her chest, swaying gently with Qian Renxue’s breath and emitting a soft tinkling sound. “So beautiful.” Xiaoxiao took a step back, admiring the sight before her. Qian Renxue’s hands hung at her sides, her chest held high; the two silver bells swayed against her snow-white skin, and in the sunlight, the wolf’s fangs glinted with a dangerous sheen. Next came the fitting of the restraints. Xiaoxiao fastened the rhinoceros-hide waist cincher around Qian Renshu’s waist; it was designed to be extremely tight, making her waist appear even slimmer. Then, she had Qian Renshu sit in a specially made chair, whose armrests and legs were all equipped with holes for tying ropes. “The key to leg restraints is to spread the legs wide open so they can’t be closed,” Xiao Xiao explained as she tied Qian Renxue’s legs to the chair’s armrests on either side and secured them with leather straps. Qian Renxue’s legs were spread wide apart, leaving her most intimate areas completely exposed to the sunlight and air. She was so embarrassed she was on the verge of tears; the silver bells jingled crisply with her trembling, as if providing a soundtrack to her shame. “Xue’er, don’t you look like a captured swan right now?” Xiaoxiao’s fingers gently traced the inside of Qian Renshu’s thighs, feeling her delicate skin. “Your wings are bound, your legs are spread wide—you can only let others gaze at you…” “Mistress… Xue’er is so ashamed…” Qian Renxue’s voice trembled with tears, yet her golden eyes were filled with longing. Xiaoxiao gave her no chance to catch her breath and began to bind her upper body. “What I’m going to teach you today is—a variation of the ‘behind-the-back straight-arm bind.’” Xiaoxiao took out a long, thin red rope. “Both arms are fully extended, bound behind your back, and secured to the back of the chair.” She pulled Qian Renxue’s arms behind the chair, straightening her elbows and bringing her wrists together, then wrapped the rope tightly around them. The rope wound from her wrists all the way up to just above her elbows, completely securing her arms in a straight line and binding them to the chair’s backrest. "Mother and daughter, double training..." Xiaoxiao murmured softly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "To have the mother watch the daughter being trained, and the daughter watch the mother being restrained, that shame and stimulation must be incomparable to ordinary methods." She began to craft special tools. First, a pair of connected restraints. These were belts woven from love-silk rope and black python skin, with a length-adjustable rope connecting the two belts. The length was just enough to allow the two to stand facing each other, but not too far apart. The belts also had additional loops for securing limbs. "Mother-Daughter Heart-Connecting Belt..." Xiaoxiao placed the finished product in her palm, feeling its supple touch. "Wearing this, you will be one connected entity. If I move one, the other will also feel the pull." Next, she made a pair of special gags. Unlike the previous ball gags and muzzles, these were hollow, tubular gags that would keep the wearer's mouth open, but unable to close. Most importantly, the two gags were connected by a short chain, forcing the mother and daughter to face each other, close enough to feel each other's breath. "Face-to-Face Gags... let your mother and daughter breathe and mingle in shame." Finally, she prepared a special suspension device. These were two ropes hanging from the ceiling, allowing both to be suspended simultaneously. However, due to the connection at their waists, they would pull on each other, and the struggle of one would affect the other. "It's time to call my mother-daughter flowers." ... When Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were summoned into the secret chamber, they both had a premonition. But when they saw the arrangement in the hall, they both blushed simultaneously. The hanging ropes, the connected belts, and the face-to-face gags all signaled the shame that was about to unfold. "Master..." The mother and daughter knelt down at the same time, but dared not look at each other. "Dong'er, Xue'er, what I will teach you today is - Mother-Daughter Double Training," Xiaoxiao's voice carried authority and anticipation. "You, mother and daughter, will simultaneously receive my training. Not individual shame, but connected humiliation. You will watch each other being bound, being played with, being conquered, and in each other's eyes, you will see your own downfall." Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, seeing both fear and anticipation in each other's eyes. "Please, Master... command us..." the mother and daughter lowered their heads simultaneously. Xiaoxiao first put on the Mother-Daughter Heart-Connecting Belt for them. The belts were fastened around their waists, accentuating their slender curves. The connecting rope pulled the mother and daughter close, close enough to feel each other's body heat. "Now, kneel facing each other," Xiaoxiao commanded. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue obediently knelt facing each other, their faces mere inches apart. They could smell each other's fragrance, feel each other's breath on their faces. That intimate yet shameful distance made them both blush. Xiaoxiao then took out the pair of tubular gags. "These are special gags. Once worn, your mouths will be propped open and unable to close. And..." she dangled the gags before the mother and daughter, "the two gags are connected by a short chain. You will be forced to maintain this face-to-face posture, close enough to feel each other's breath, but unable to truly touch." The mother and daughter widened their eyes simultaneously. The shame of being forced to face their closest relative, sharing breath but unable to escape, made their bodies tremble. Xiaoxiao first put a gag on Bibi Dong, then pulled the chain taut, and then put one on Qian Renxue. Both their mouths were propped open, saliva involuntarily trickling down their chins. Their faces were fixed at an extremely close distance by the chain, their breaths mingling, their eyes darting away. "Mmmph... mmmph..." The mother and daughter let out muffled whimpers simultaneously, unable to even turn their heads, only able to watch each other's shameful appearance. Xiaoxiao took a step back, admiring the scene before her. Bibi Dong's maturity and Qian Renxue's youth, the mother and daughter forced to face each other, drooling, their eyes panicked. That illicit sense of shame made the atmosphere of the secret chamber become lewd. Next was the upper body restraint. Xiaoxiao performed a rear-hand tie on both mother and daughter simultaneously. Bibi Dong's arms were bound behind her back, as was Qian Renxue's. But the difference was, between the knots at their backs, she added another connecting rope, linking the mother and daughter's backs together. Any struggle from one would pull on the other. "Dong'er, Xue'er, you are now completely connected," Xiaoxiao whispered in their ears. "If I move Dong'er, Xue'er will feel the pull. If I play with Xue'er, Dong'er will tremble in that vibration. You will truly understand what it means to be mother and daughter, connected by heart." She began preparations for the final suspension. Xiaoxiao tied the two hanging ropes from the ceiling to the knots at the backs of the mother and daughter, and then slowly pulled them up. The mother and daughter were simultaneously lifted off the ground, but due to the connection at their waists, they pulled on each other and could not separate. "Wuuuuh—" The mother and daughter cried out in unison, their bodies swaying gently in mid-air. Every sway caused the other to be affected. They were forced to face each other, watching each other's shameful suspended forms, saliva continuously dripping down, falling onto each other's chests. Xiaoxiao did not lift them too high, but let their toes just touch the ground, unable to gain any real leverage. This semi-suspended state was the most agonizing. The mother and daughter had to cooperate to maintain balance, otherwise they would sway together, and fall together. "I... I also want to be doted on by Master..." Ning Rongrong's voice grew softer, almost inaudible. Xiaoxiao smiled slightly and opened the box in her hand: "Rongrong, your tsundere needs to be thoroughly broken. Today, I will teach you—leather restraints and kneeling punishment." She took out the black leather restraint suit and unfolded it before Ning Rongrong's eyes. The scent of leather mixed with a subtle fragrance, creating a dangerous and alluring aura. "This restraint suit is made from the skin of a ten-thousand-year-old black python. Once worn, your arms will be completely bound, your entire body encased in leather, unable to move, unable to resist." Xiaoxiao's voice was deep and commanding, "Rongrong, are you ready?" Ning Rongrong looked at the jet-black leather restraint suit, her body trembling slightly, but she still nodded: "Rongrong... is ready..." Xiaoxiao ordered her to stand up and began to dress her. First, she removed Ning Rongrong's thin nightgown, revealing her fair and voluptuous body. Unlike Qian Renxue's slender build or Zhu Zhuqing's taut physique, Ning Rongrong possessed a softer, more rounded fullness, each curve exuding a pampered refinement. The leather restraint suit was put on from behind. Xiaoxiao guided Ning Rongrong's arms into the long sleeves, then slowly tightened the straps at the back. The leather gradually constricted, conforming to Ning Rongrong's curves, fixing her arms completely to her sides. "Ah... so tight..." Ning Rongrong gasped softly. The pressure of the leather made it a little difficult to breathe, yet within the confinement, she felt a strange sense of security. Xiaoxiao continued to tighten the straps across her chest, Ning Rongrong's ample bosom being further accentuated by the leather's embrace, forming an alluring shape. The waist straps cinched in, highlighting her slender waist. The hem extended into a short skirt, revealing her thighs. "Beautiful." Xiaoxiao stepped back, admiring the sight. Ning Rongrong was completely enveloped in black leather, her arms hidden, leaving only a bound form. Her pink hair contrasted sharply with the black leather, transforming the proud little princess into a leather doll at her mercy. Next was the gag. Xiaoxiao took out the ring-shaped gag and dangled it before Ning Rongrong's eyes: "This is a special gag. Once worn, your mouth will be propped open, unable to close. And..." she paused deliberately, "I will inject some water into it, so you have to hold it, unable to swallow or spit it out. You will feel the liquid sloshing in your mouth, dripping from the corners of your lips as you move. That sense of shame will completely shatter your pride." Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, her pink irises filled with terror: "Master... that, that would be too embarrassing..." "That's precisely the point, to make you embarrassed." Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and slowly inserted the ring-shaped gag into Ning Rongrong's mouth. The gag's clasp secured behind her head, Ning Rongrong's mouth was forced into a shameful circle, unable to close. Xiaoxiao fetched a cup of warm water and slowly poured it into the gag's hollow tube. "Mmmph..." Ning Rongrong felt the warm water enter her mouth, filling it. She could neither swallow nor spit it out, only letting the water mix with her saliva, sloshing within her mouth. Xiaoxiao watched the liquid already beginning to overflow from the corners of her lips and nodded with satisfaction: "Now, begin the kneeling punishment." She ordered Ning Rongrong to kneel on the ground, then took out silver silk ropes and folded her legs, pressing her calves against the back of her thighs, binding her ankles to her inner thighs. This formed a kneeling posture known as the 'Four Horsemen's Bind'. This position made it impossible for Ning Rongrong to stand, forcing her to remain kneeling. The leather restraint suit prevented her from supporting herself with her hands, leaving her to rely on her knees and forehead touching the ground. "Rongrong, do you know why you are being punished?" Xiaoxiao took out a riding crop and gently tapped it in her palm. "Mmmph..." Ning Rongrong couldn't answer, only letting out muffled whimpers. "Because of your tsundere nature." Xiaoxiao walked behind her, the whip lightly grazing Ning Rongrong's leather-clad buttocks. "You always speak defiantly, always refusing to admit your desires. Today, I will use the whip to make your body remember the feeling of honesty." The first lash fell. When Qian Renxue was summoned, a complex emotion flickered in her golden eyes—a mixture of unease and hidden anticipation. She pushed open the stone door of the secret chamber, her moon-white gown swaying gently in the candlelight, her figure still as sacred and noble as ever. When she saw the restraints designed specifically for wings laid out on the stone table, her body trembled involuntarily. As the owner of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, her wings were not only a symbol of power but also her most sacred and sensitive parts. To be restrained by her wings brought a sense of blasphemy that struck her soul like an electric current, filling her with both fear and a strange, nascent desire. "Master..." Qian Renxue's voice trembled slightly, her golden eyes cast down. "Are you... going to do something to Xue'er's wings?" "Precisely." Xiaoxiao stood up, picked up a wing restraint, and slowly dangled it before her. The silver threads reflected a cold light in the candlelight. "Xue'er, your pride stems from these wings, your power from the Angel martial soul. Today, I will teach you the taste of 'broken wings.' Let your wings become the shackles that imprison you, let your sanctity transform into the most thorough blasphemy." Xiaoxiao's tone was gentle yet irresistible. She commanded Qian Renxue to release her martial soul. In an instant, three pairs of pure white wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Renxue, each feather as if condensed from moonlight, emitting a faint golden glow. The wingspan was nearly three meters, majestic and sacred, as if capable of tearing through the sky. "Let's begin." Xiaoxiao started with the lowest pair of wings. She knelt behind Qian Renxue and skillfully began to wrap the wing restraint from the root of the wings, coiling it round and round, pressing tightly against the gaps between the bones and the membrane. With each tightening, the restraint dug deeper, restricting the wings' angle of expansion, forcing them to fold halfway against her back. The friction between the supple silver threads and her tendons against the sensitive wing roots brought a peculiar sense of pressure. "Ah... so tight... my wings..." Qian Renxue gasped softly, her legs weakening. This restraint was entirely different from ordinary ropes; it acted directly upon the martial soul itself. The sensitivity originating from the depths of her soul sent a tingling sensation throughout her body, like an electric shock. The humiliation of her wings being forcibly folded washed over her in waves, yet it was mixed with a hidden excitement. Xiaoxiao's movements were unhurried. She continued to wrap the middle pair, and then the uppermost pair. All three pairs of wings were firmly secured by the wing restraints. The once spread wings could now only be pitifully folded halfway behind her, unable to unfold even a fraction. The pure white feathers intertwined with the silver restraints, creating a stark visual contrast—the once proud angel, now a prisoner with broken wings. "Beautiful." Xiaoxiao stepped back two paces, her gaze greedily admiring the scene before her. Qian Renxue's breathing was already somewhat disordered, her golden eyes shimmering with moisture. Next came the wing suspension. Xiaoxiao carefully tied the specially made suspension rope to the buffer ring at the root of the uppermost pair of wings, and then slowly tightened it. Qian Renxue's body gradually lifted off the ground, not by her wrists or waist, but entirely supported by her own wings. The intense pulling force at the wing roots instantly transmitted, the bones and membranes bearing a pressure far exceeding their usual capacity. "Ah—Master—my wings... it hurts... such a strange feeling..." Qian Renxue let out a suppressed cry, her body swaying gently in mid-air. Her tiptoes could barely touch the ground, but she couldn't truly exert any force. Most of her weight was pressing down on her fragile yet sacred wings. The shame of supporting humiliation with her pride made her soul tremble. Xiaoxiao didn't lift her too high, just enough for her tiptoes to lightly touch the ground, like a captured bird hanging precariously. She approached and whispered in Qian Renxue's ear, her warm breath caressing her earlobe: "Xue'er, do you feel it? This is what broken wings feel like. Your wings, which once allowed you to look down upon all beings, have now become the shackles that imprison you. You are no longer a lofty angel, but merely a bird captured by your master, a pet awaiting favor." "Wuwu... Master... Xue'er... understands..." Qian Renxue's voice was choked with sobs, tears welling in her golden eyes. The aching and pulling sensation at the root of her wings continuously stimulated her nerves, causing her both pain and a peculiar pleasure within that pain. Xiaoxiao did not stop. She began to bind Qian Renxue's entire body. Since her wings were already occupied, she bound Qian Renxue's arms behind her back, connecting them to the rings of the wing restraints. Each tightening of the ropes would tug at her wings, bringing a chain reaction of stimulation. Then, she used finer ropes to weave intricate patterns of *kote* and breast binding on Qian Renxue's ample chest. The ropes dug deeply into her fair skin, outlining her full curves, and were also connected to the wing restraints. Any struggle would simultaneously pull at her wings and her body, creating a double torment. "Xue'er, you are now a completely broken-winged angel." Xiaoxiao's voice was filled with satisfaction. She stepped back to admire her work: Qian Renxue suspended in mid-air, her three pairs of wings tightly folded by silver restraints, her body entwined in a complex web of ropes. The golden radiance and silver ropes intertwined, a perfect fusion of sanctity and debauchery into a forbidden tableau. Xiaoxiao took out the specially made feathers, a smile playing on her lips. "Angel feathers, meant to make the angel herself tremble." She first used a feather to gently brush against the root of Qian Renxue's restrained wings—the area where the most sensitive nerves of the entire pair of wings converged. The soft down, carrying a faint static electricity, was on the verge of igniting. "Hahaha—Master! Don't—hahaha..." Qian Renxue instantly erupted in a series of clear yet tearful laughter. Her body writhed violently, but she couldn't escape due to the wing suspension. The tickling, tingling sensation at the root of her wings was a hundred times more intense than stimulation on any other part of her body. The sensitivity originating from the depths of her martial soul drove her to the brink of madness. Each sweep of the feather was like an electric current coursing through her soul. "Master—Xue'er can't take it—hahaha... my wings... so itchy... ah..." She writhed her waist futilely in mid-air, her wings being pulled even tighter by the suspension rope due to her struggles. Pain and pleasure intertwined into a dense net, trapping her securely. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her golden eyes hazy, her originally sacred face now filled with a seductive collapse on the verge of breaking. Xiaoxiao showed no mercy and continued to move the feathers. From the root of her wings to the tips, from her spine to her slender waist, from her chest tightened by the breast binding to the inner thighs, every inch of her skin was meticulously attended to. The static electricity generated by the feathers caused Qian Renxue's laughter to gradually turn into whimpers, her body spasming uncontrollably while suspended. Sweat dampened the feathers, and both the silver restraints and her white gown became damp. Just as Qian Renxue was about to completely break down, her voice hoarse, Xiaoxiao finally stopped the feathers. She took out the jade dildo, smooth and warm like jade, its surface carved with delicate patterns, emitting a soft glow in the candlelight. "Xue'er, the final step. In this state of broken wings, I will make you completely surrender." Xiaoxiao slowly pushed the dildo in. The warm jade fit snugly against her already moist and tight inner walls. Combined with the shame of her wings being restrained, the helplessness of her body being suspended, and the lingering aftereffects of the feathers, it brought an unprecedentedly intense stimulation. Qian Renxue arched her body violently in mid-air, her three pairs of wings, bound by the restraints, trembling intensely. Golden light flickered, interweaving with the silver ropes to create a captivating play of light and shadow. "Master—Xue'er... is yours—your broken-winged angel—ah—!" She let out a long, broken whimper, reaching her climax amidst the wing suspension and multiple stimuli. Her body convulsed violently, feathers scattered slightly, tears and sweat mingled, and she surrendered completely. After the climax, Xiaoxiao gently embraced her suspended body, one hand softly stroking the root of her restrained wings, her fingertips avoiding the most sensitive spots, soothing the trembling feathers. "Yes, Xue'er. From now on, you are both a noble angel and my exclusive prisoner. Your wings are both your pride and your shackles. Only before me can you truly spread your wings... or, completely break them." Qian Renxue leaned weakly against Xiaoxiao's shoulder, her golden eyes half-closed, her voice weak but filled with contentment. "Master... Xue'er... is willing to be broken-winged by you like this forever..." Xiao Xiao stood in the center of the secret chamber, the candlelight casting long shadows behind her. In her hands, she unfurled a roll of specially made bandages—a blend of silk thread and black python skin fibers, possessing both the skin-hugging softness of fabric and the tenacity of rope. Once tightened, they would cling like a second skin, impossible to escape. "From fingertips... all the way to the shoulders, leaving not a single gap," she murmured to herself, feeling the elasticity of the bandages between her fingers, as if savoring the complete control that was to come. She then re-examined the prepared implements. Three layers of gags: the innermost, a soft cotton wad to fill every corner of the mouth; the middle, an inflatable bladder that, once filled with air, would completely distend the mouth; and the outermost, a thick leather mask, secured tightly at the back of the head with multiple straps. The blindfold was a specially made black silk, coated on the inside with a light-blocking agent, which, once applied, would utterly consume all light and shadow. The earplugs were crafted from soul beast wax, molding perfectly to the shape of the ear canal, rendering the world into absolute silence. Finally, there were the two jade implements. One was an anal plug with a rounded tip and a securing ring at the base; the other, a longer and thicker dildo, with straps at both ends, designed to be securely fastened to the waist, ensuring it wouldn't slip out. "Front and back double plug... leaving no emptiness within her," Xiao Xiao gently caressed the smooth surface of the jade, a satisfied curve forming on her lips. When Zhu Zhuqing was summoned into the secret chamber, she had already vaguely guessed the theme of the night. Upon seeing the layers of implements in the hall, a flicker of terror crossed her cold, beautiful face, only to be quickly replaced by a deeper craving. Those bandages, gags, black silk, earplugs, and the two lustrous jade implements all silently declared: tonight, she would experience the most rigorous and complete restraint. "Master..." Zhu Zhuqing's voice, rarely, trembled. "What... are we doing today..." Xiao Xiao did not answer immediately, merely presenting each implement before her. "Zhuqing, your aloofness needs to be shattered in the most extreme way. Tonight, I will teach you—sensory deprivation and complete restraint. Your body will be wrapped layer by layer, your senses will be completely sealed, and your insides will be filled completely. You will fall into absolute darkness and silence, leaving only the deepest sensations of your body and the awareness of my presence." Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly. The feeling of impending loss of control both terrified her and excited her to her core. "Let's begin," Xiao Xiao's voice was calm yet irrefutable. "First, strip." Zhu Zhuqing obediently shed her form-fitting black combat suit. Her snow-white skin glowed with a lustrous sheen under the candlelight, her long, slender body possessing the supple lines of years of training. She stood there, like a jade statue awaiting its sculptor. The first step was the insertion of the double plugs. Xiao Xiao picked up the longer dildo and slowly waved it before Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. "Front." Zhu Zhuqing knelt on the bed, willingly parting her legs. Xiao Xiao coated the tip of the jade with lubricant and slowly pushed it in. The warm jade pressed intimately against her already hot and wet inner walls, bringing a strong sense of fullness. Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened abruptly, and she let out a suppressed gasp. "Don't make a sound, this is just the beginning," Xiao Xiao secured the dildo firmly to her waist with the straps, ensuring it wouldn't slip even a millimeter. Next was the anal plug. Xiao Xiao took out a box of special lubricant, carefully applied it to Zhu Zhuqing's rear, and then slowly inserted the rounded jade plug. "Ah—" Zhu Zhuqing let out a longer moan. The feeling of being filled simultaneously from front and back was overwhelming, the fullness of having no emptiness left within her, intertwined with profound shame, made her legs weak, almost unable to stand. "Very good, your body is now completely filled," Xiao Xiao nodded with satisfaction. "Next, the hand binding." She took out the roll of special bandages and began wrapping from Zhu Zhuqing's fingertips. Circle after circle, the bandages enveloped each finger, palm, and wrist, gradually extending upwards. With each wrap, Xiao Xiao pulled tightly, ensuring there was no gap between the bandage and her skin. "The essence of hand binding is the complete deprivation of hand function," Xiao Xiao explained in a low voice as she wrapped. "Your fingers will be unable to move, unable to grasp, unable even to feel details, only the overall pressure and restraint." The bandages continued up to her elbows, then upwards, until they reached her shoulders. Zhu Zhuqing's arms were completely encased into two taut cylinders, fixed at her sides, unable to bend or lift. "Next, full body restraint." Xiao Xiao took out more bandages and began wrapping from her chest. The bandages flattened her ample breasts and tightened her slender waist even further. When wrapping her hips, she deliberately left openings around the straps of the double plugs to ensure they wouldn't shift. The bandages continued downwards, wrapping her thighs, calves, all the way to her ankles. Zhu Zhuqing's legs were bound together, unable to part. Along with her arms, bound into cylinders, her body was almost completely encased in taut bandages, leaving only her head exposed. "How does it feel?" Xiao Xiao asked. "So... so tight..." Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled. Her entire body was held fast by layers of bandages, the immense pressure making her breathing difficult, yet within the extreme pressure, she felt a strange sense of security. "This is just the beginning," Xiao Xiao took out the three-layered gag. "Next, gagging." She first stuffed the soft cotton wad into Zhu Zhuqing's mouth, filling every corner. Then she inserted the inflatable bladder and slowly injected air. The bladder expanded within her mouth, completely pressing down her tongue, rendering it immobile. Finally, she put on the thick leather mask, securing it tightly at the back of her head with multiple straps. Zhu Zhuqing's mouth was completely sealed, unable to utter even the slightest whimper, only muffled hums escaping her nostrils. "Mmmph—" she tried to vocalize, but only succeeded in producing a vague, weak nasal sound. Next was the blindfold. Xiao Xiao took out the specially made black silk and covered Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. The silk adhered tightly to her eyes, completely blocking all light. Zhu Zhuqing's world instantly plunged into absolute darkness. "Finally, earplugs." Xiao Xiao heated and softened the soul beast wax earplugs and inserted them into her ear canals. The wax molded perfectly within her ear canals, completely isolating all external sounds. Zhu Zhuqing shook her head violently, only to find that even her own rapid breathing had disappeared. The world was utterly silent.