The Duan Sisters of the Republic Era: A Tale of Captivity

These two large, distinctive advertisements. On the left, the ad depicts a lavishly dressed, bejeweled young lady from a wealthy family, being bound with ropes by two burly men in black suits and hats. The girl in the billboard is humiliatingly forced to her knees, her wide skirt fanned out around her like an umbrella. Her ample breasts are thrust upwards, and her small head, adorned with pearl flowers and hairpins, is forced back by the rope around her neck. Crucially, the girl is incredibly beautiful, truly a vision of exquisite loveliness that could captivate anyone. Her small hands are tightly bound behind her back, and a hint of pain flickers across her beautiful face. The girl in the right advertisement is the same captivating beauty. Here, her long, straight legs are exposed as she stands gracefully. Her opulent dress is gone, replaced by a form-fitting, rose-pink silk bodice and matching close-fitting shorts. Her skin is like snow, her features like a painting. Though her attire differs, her arms, like tender lotus roots, are also bound tightly behind her back. In both images, the girl is bound, but her expressions are starkly opposite. The girl in the luxurious gown, kneeling and roughly bound, shows a mixture of humiliation and pain on her beautiful face, clearly filled with anger towards her captors. The girl in the revealing undergarments, however, shows no dissatisfaction with her binding. Her beautiful face radiates a spring breeze, her alluring, captivating eyes fixed on the passersby, her gaze and smile enchanting. Though her arms are bound behind her, she appears like a coquettish maiden at a doorway, beckoning guests with a perfumed handkerchief, even more alluring than a real woman soliciting customers. A few days after the advertisements were posted, they achieved unexpected success, drawing in curious and pleasure-seeking young gentlemen. Not only were ruffians of all stripes drawn to it, but also the wealthy scions who frequented high-end establishments. What kind of show is this? Who is the beautiful girl from the advertisement? What is the meaning of her being tightly bound? These questions piqued everyone's interest. However, the immense sensation was not solely due to the novelty and excitement of the upcoming show, but primarily because of the exquisite beauty in the photograph, who was the true object of their desire. They wanted to see if the humble Changchun Pavilion truly harbored such a heavenly beauty, and if this delicate beauty would indeed appear bound by rope. The show was about to unveil its mystery... The five days of advertising had captured everyone's attention. On the night the show premiered, Changchun Pavilion was packed to capacity, every seat filled. All the other courtesans in the pavilion were also booked. Even the six most expensive, luxurious private rooms on the second floor, usually deserted, were all taken. The madam was undoubtedly making a fortune. If the show failed to meet expectations, her days would likely be difficult. She might even face the immediate destruction of Changchun Pavilion by the gentlemen who felt cheated. Fortunately, the show did not disappoint the gentlemen and ruffians seeking thrills. When the beautiful girl from the advertisement, dressed in the same opulent rose-pink silk gown, appeared on stage, a roar of excitement erupted from the crowd. The reason was simple: the girl was breathtakingly beautiful. The painted beauty in the advertisement, though exquisite, could not compare to the real person in the slightest. The girl on stage appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen, of moderate height, slender yet full-figured. Her beautiful face was rosy-white, delicate yet dignified, lacking the seductive airs of a courtesan, possessing instead the allure and charm of a noble lady... And when this elegantly dressed, heavenly beautiful noble lady was bound tightly before everyone's eyes by two burly men, just like in the advertisement, with ropes as thick as fingers, the emotions of everyone in the pavilion reached a fever pitch. The patrons who had booked courtesans held and grasped their companions, as if wanting to crush them. The women's arms were roughly twisted behind their backs by these scions. Some used ropes, others used ties or whatever else they could find to bind people. As they watched the girl on stage being bound, they too waved ropes and ties, binding the women in their arms just as tightly as the girl on stage... The gentlemen in the private rooms, likely prepared, ordered their subordinates to do the same, tightly binding the courtesans they had booked. After being bound, these women were forced to kneel between the gentlemen's legs, extending their tender pink tongues to lick the hard, throbbing members that had become uncomfortable due to the visual stimulation. In the main hall, guests who hadn't booked courtesans were "slurp, slurp..." swallowing their saliva, one hand comforting the restless member between their legs, the other raised in enthusiastic applause... For a time, Changchun Pavilion descended into a state of near madness, with all sorts of people exhibiting all manner of grotesque behavior, driven by their desires. Of course, not everyone who came here was a lecher driven by lust. The occupants of private rooms number one and four on the second floor did not seem lost in the performance. While they were stunned by the beauty of the girl on stage, and their own members reacted strongly when she was bound, they did not immediately engage in any indecent acts. In private room number four, there were only the master and servant. They had not booked a courtesan to serve them, only an occasional young maid in a neat red maid's uniform to bring them tea and water. Seated in the front row of chairs was a young man, around thirty, dressed in a crisp business suit. He held a large cigar in his left hand, with a walking stick standing to his right. Behind him stood a handsome, delicate young man dressed in men's clothing, clearly a young woman in disguise. The young man watched the girl on stage, bound tightly, and tapped his cigar. With a slightly wicked smile, he said, "This girl is indeed pure and beautiful. To be noticed and taken by that pervert Fujita Go into his Paradise, her beauty and temperament must be extraordinary. No wonder these fellows are going crazy, hehe..." "Hmph," the young man in disguise snorted softly. "No man is any good..." At this moment, the two burly men on stage had securely bound the arms of the gorgeously dressed, beautiful young woman behind her back. Then, they took another rope and tightly wrapped it around the hem of her wide, pink skirt, binding her legs together densely. After securing the young woman from head to toe, they lifted her, unable to move, and placed her on a table that had been prepared on the stage. Next, they bent her legs backward, tying her bound hands and feet together, forming a "four-horse chariot" posture. The rope was then connected to an iron chain hanging from the ceiling. As the chain was pulled, the young woman, bound in the "four-horse chariot" position, was hoisted up. The young woman, her body bent and tied into a bundle, was spun around several times in the air, displayed to all the rakes in the hall. The young woman's mouth was not gagged, but as she was being bound, she bit down hard on her ruby-red lips, remaining almost silent. The only moment she let out a cry of pain was when the two burly men tied her hands behind her neck. A faint sheen of sweat beaded on the forehead of the young woman, tied into a bundle, indicating that even though this was just a performance, the two burly men had been quite heavy-handed, and the beautiful young woman was struggling with the binding. Although the young man was displeased, he dared not refuse to answer the young man's question. He heard himself say in a soft voice, "This young lady's family is very poor. To make a living, she came here herself..." The young man paused slightly and continued, "She told the madam here that she only sells her art, not her body. And the 'art' she does is 'rope art.' She doesn't understand or know any other arts like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Hmph, this woman is truly a rare specimen. To be tied up with ropes for people to ogle, and call that art?" "Oh? Heh heh... It's a bit strange, but the sight of the young lady tied up, looking so pitiful, is truly heart-stirringly beautiful..." The young man realized he had strayed off-topic and quickly cleared his throat. "That... is that all? They just tie her up and show her off?" "No, there are many more variations..." The young man pouted his lips and continued, "They say there are three rope art performances every day. The first is when she is dressed in her finery, and a winning bidder among the guests ties her up with ropes provided here. The choice of how to tie her up is up to the guest. The only condition is that it must not harm the young lady. The second performance requires the young lady to remove her elaborate outer garments and be tied up by a guest while wearing a bright and beautiful, form-fitting silk undergarment. And the third performance is as depicted on the advertisement board outside, where she is tied up. Bidding takes place before each of the three rope art performances, and the highest bidder gets to go on stage and tie up the young lady..." The young man had clearly gathered all the details and was explaining them fluently. "Hmm, not bad, you understand very clearly. You've made progress, heh heh..." The young man nodded with satisfaction, his eyes never leaving the young woman tied up on stage. "It's nothing, with such a grand promotion, it's impossible not to know," the young man tugged at the young man's clothes. "Young master, let's go back. What's so interesting about tying up a woman? We've seen it before, haven't we?" "Ah? Hey... that's different. Since we're here, let's watch a bit longer." Although the young man appeared to be upright and proper, he couldn't resist the allure. After all, who wouldn't appreciate beauty, especially a beautiful young woman? The rope art performance on stage was still ongoing. The two burly men, after hoisting the bound young woman in the "four-horse chariot" position for a while, lowered her and released the ropes binding her legs. The two men, one on each side, like escorts for a prisoner, led the still tightly bound young woman around the stage several times. This performance, akin to parading a beautiful female prisoner, further ignited the emotions of the rakes in the audience, eliciting another wave of passionate roars from below... The sight of this fiery scene made the madam, who had been secretly observing from the shadows, beam with delight. Finally, the young woman's debut performance concluded. The two burly men escorted the bound young woman off stage. Next, a rather lewd individual, who appeared to be the host, took the stage and announced in a shrill voice, "Miss Yingying has been taken to be unbound, change clothes, and will reappear after a short rest. Now, the bidding for the first round begins. The winning bidder can come on stage and personally tie up this beautiful young lady, just as in the performance just now..." "Stop your damn rambling! Announce it quickly, how much does it cost to tie up a girl...?" "Nobody try to snatch this from me! The first round is mine...!" The girl, hearing their words, felt a vague sense of unease. She struggled slightly, then immediately quieted down. She thought about the reason and purpose for her voluntary presence here, enduring humiliation and bondage in public. If she were to back out now, all her efforts would be in vain. In reality, even if she wanted to back out now, it would be too late. How could a delicate woman like her possibly struggle free from the grasp of two burly agents from Unit 76? Calming herself, the girl turned her head to look around. She found that she didn't recognize the two men who were about to tie her up, and her slightly nervous heart relaxed a little. She gently bit her red lips, remaining silent. Seeing the girl's forced composure, Old Yao chuckled coldly and, along with Old Xiao, began to wrap the ropes that had been draped over the girl's shoulders around her arms. They bent her arms back behind her, crossing her wrists and binding them tightly. After knotting the ropes, they threaded them upwards through the rope draped over the back of her neck and then pulled downwards, hoisting her bound hands upwards. These two men had no idea how many prisoners they had tied up before. Their knot-tying skills were beyond question; they had bound both men and women. When binding male prisoners, the process of pulling their bound hands upwards was forceful and brutal, with many prisoners suffering broken elbow joints. However, under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be so rough when binding attractive female prisoners. When hoisting their bound hands upwards, they used a subtle strength. One man would support the girl's bound arms while the other slowly pulled the rope upwards, gradually raising her arms. They would stop only when they felt significant resistance from the upward pull, depending on the flexibility of the girl's arms. At this level of binding, her crossed and bound hands were essentially at the level of her shoulder blades, her arms resembling the wings of two small birds, bound in a goose-wing shape. The girl's bound wrists were secured tightly in place. The ropes passed through the bindings on her upper arms and were pulled inwards, tightening the bind. Her crossed arms were gradually twisted to an extreme degree... "Ah..." The girl felt some pain from the binding, but a faint cry of discomfort escaped her tightly clenched lips. This cruel binding, akin to a death sentence tie, was not something an ordinary person could endure, let alone a delicate and beautiful young woman? Readers, by this point, should have guessed that this girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Lu Wanting, was none other than Lu Xiaoying. When she was framed by the scoundrel Ding Zicai and imprisoned in Zhabei Prison, she had been subjected to the death sentence tie by agents on the eve of her execution. The feeling of being bound by these two men now was almost identical to the feeling of being bound when she was about to be shot. Bound, Lu Xiaoying endured the pain with all her might. Her arms, hoisted behind her back, felt as if they were about to break. The agony caused her to break out in a sweat and pant softly... "Hey, you two big men, that's enough. Do you want to break the girl's arms...?" The people sitting at the front of the hall saw Lu Xiaoying's pained state as she was bound and someone immediately cried out in protest, unable to bear it. "Yeah, it's just a game for entertainment. There's no need to use such force. If you tie the girl up badly, I won't be able to play the next round..." "Alas, these two spent money, and they're probably feeling resentful. They want to get it back from the girl. How truly despicable..." As one person spoke, the patrons below began to murmur, raising protests, stirring up a sense of public outrage. Old Yao and Old Xiao ignored them, snorting coldly. After securely binding the girl's arms, they picked up another rope and proceeded to bind her prominently raised chest and her slender, waist-cinching waist. With the second rope used, the girl's upper body was also tightly bound. After finishing the binding, Old Yao chuckled and waved his hand at the crowd below, saying, "We've run out of rope, so we won't be hanging her. The 150 silver dollars were well spent, cackle... Now, the two of us will take her down, and we'll untie her immediately. We know our limits and won't harm the beautiful lady, don't worry. This game is over, and the next game will begin soon. Everyone, please wait, haha..." Amidst triumphant laughter, the two men half-dragged, half-escorted the tightly bound Lu Xiaoying towards the backstage area. "Hey, hey, hey! After tying her up, walk her around a couple of times for us to admire! Why the rush to leave...?" "What a buzzkill. They're only concerned with their own satisfaction from tying her up. What kind of people are they..." A wave of clamor erupted from below again. The previous sympathy was instantly dispelled by the stirrings between their legs. Not being able to admire the beautiful woman bound tightly was the greatest regret and torment... Lu Xiaoying was escorted backstage by the two men, bound like a criminal. The heavily made-up, beautiful madam emerged from somewhere, smiling as she bowed to Old Yao and the other. "Oh my, gentlemen, your rope artistry in binding the girl is truly superb. You've worked hard. Leave the untying to us, and you gentlemen can rest." Old Yao pushed aside the two eunuchs who came forward to claim her, rolling his eyes and barking, "Get lost, get lost! This little beauty is an escaped suspect from our prison. We're here to tie her up and bring her back to justice. Do you think we're just playing around?" "Ah!?" Hearing Old Yao's words, the madam and Lu Xiaoying exclaimed in unison. Lu Xiaoying trembled all over with fright, whimpering, "I, I'm not..." Lu Xiaoying's bad premonition had become a reality. No wonder these two men had tied her up like a condemned prisoner, binding her so tightly and cruelly. It turned out they suspected her of being an escaped convict. Lu Xiaoying recalled what Old Yao had whispered in her ear earlier, and her body trembled again. These two men, were they the prison guards who had tied her up in Zhabei Prison? She began to regret her decision to put herself out there to earn this ill-gotten money, wondering if she had been too rash and reckless. If she were truly captured and sent back to prison, her own death wouldn't matter, but what about her two young siblings? Thinking of her siblings, Lu Xiaoying began to struggle desperately. "No, I'm not! I was framed!" Her struggles were destined to be futile. Not to mention that Lu Xiaoying was already bound, but even if she weren't, she had no room to struggle against two burly men. Moreover, when Old Xiao and the other tied her up, they had already identified her as Lu Wanting and had no intention of giving her a chance to appeal. They simply bound her and took her away. "Wow..." Zhen Youmei looked at Tian Xiaoji's appearance, her body trembling with joy. "Hehe, I'll do it myself..." She broke free from Tian Xiaoji's embrace, bent her willow waist, leaned over to the tea cup on the stone table, and used her small mouth to drink the water. She was prepared to feed her husband a drink without Tian Xiaoji's help, to be self-reliant. If she could manage this, then even if she was tied up, she could still serve her husband. Wouldn't such a life of bondage be even more warm and interesting... "Little darling, take your time..." Tian Xiaoji chuckled, watching Zhen Youmei's adorable attempt to "act strong" with her hands tied behind her back, unwilling to dampen her spirits. At this moment, Tian Xiaoji's mind suddenly recalled the scene of tying up the third young lady of the Tang family. After the third young lady was bound tightly with the coiled dragon golden rope, she was absolutely beautiful. It was a pity that she harbored resentment due to being tied up and never showed him a pleasant expression, which made him feel quite helpless. He had initially thought that through his efforts, his sincerity could move her and win her heart, but in the end, it was all his wishful thinking, resulting in nothing. He wondered if the current Madam Zhen Youmei, who was tied up, was accustomed to being tied by his second brother with the coiled dragon golden rope, or if she had him tie her up to please him? Or did she genuinely enjoy a life of bondage? Logically speaking, a normal person, tightly bound, would not only lose their freedom but also feel uncomfortable from the ropes binding them and their hands tied high behind their back. How could they willingly be tied up? "Alas... whatever the reason, at least the madam before me, though tied up, can be seen to be genuinely joyful from the heart." Tian Xiaoji put aside his somewhat conflicted feelings and focused on appreciating Zhen Youmei's beautiful posture as she drank water like a little puppy. "Thump thump thump..." A sound of footsteps approached. Tian Xiaoji quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw a plump figure striding towards them on the bluestone path leading to the main gate. Tian Xiaoji's brow furrowed slightly. He was in the midst of flirting and enjoying a private moment with his beautiful wife, so why was this tactless old woman running over? Zhen Youmei also seemed startled. Being tied up and fooling around with her husband, it would be too embarrassing if an outsider saw. Tian Xiaoji embraced Zhen Youmei, who had straightened up, and smiled at her before turning to look at the approaching fat woman. Zhen Youmei nestled in Tian Xiaoji's broad arms, feeling secure with his support. Upon clearly seeing that it was the fat woman from the garden running over, she felt completely at ease. Even without a cloak to cover her bound body, it didn't matter. "Mr. Fujita, there are three people at the entrance. They say they were sent by Deputy Officer Liu and are demanding to see you. Steward Yamaguchi asked me to report to you and ask if you wish to see them." The approaching old woman, Hu Po, despite her large build, was efficient and articulate, having been highly regarded by Yamaguchi Gōko in the past. However, although Hu Po was speaking to Tian Xiaoji, her small, round eyes kept stealing glances at Zhen Youmei. The cloak Zhen Youmei was wearing was not fastened in the front, and her full, high breasts, along with the golden rope tightly binding them, were vaguely visible. The stunningly beautiful young woman, dressed vibrantly and bound tightly, was a sight that even another woman couldn't help but admire and steal glances at. "Oh...?" Tian Xiaoji was slightly taken aback by the news. "Why did Deputy Officer Liu track us here? We got along well when I went to Xitang Town on business last time. I wonder why he's here this time? He's my elder brother's personal deputy. Could it be about my second brother's affairs?" "How many people are there?" Tian Xiaoji asked. "Ah? Three... three," Hu Po replied hastily, her small eyes still fixed on Zhen Youmei's soaring breasts, which were constricted by the rope. "Hmph." Zhen Youmei was somewhat displeased by Hu Po's lecherous gaze, but she didn't back down, puffing out her chest. With her hands tied behind her back and her full breasts bound by the rope, her chest was already high. With this push forward, her alluring bosom almost blinded Hu Po's eyes. With her husband Tian Xiaoji's loving care, Zhen Youmei feared nothing. "Alright, since they're here, go tell their leader to come here. I'll meet him," Tian Xiaoji said, waving his hand. "Yes, yes, I'll go right away." Hu Po nodded and bowed in agreement, reluctantly tearing her gaze away from Zhen Youmei's chest before turning and running off with a "thump thump thump." "My little darling, your beautiful face and exquisite figure have completely captivated this fat woman, haha..." How could Tian Xiaoji miss Hu Po's greedy gaze? However, he didn't mind. His wife was beautiful and charming; what harm was there in letting the fat woman admire her? "Hmph, this fat woman is a woman, but she looks so lustful." Zhen Youmei, dressed beautifully, only cared about whether her husband liked it; others' opinions were irrelevant. After a slight pause, Zhen Youmei tilted her small face up and asked, "My husband is meeting guests outside. Should I excuse myself?" "No need. It's just a few words. You are my wife, why should you excuse yourself from them?" Tian Xiaoji said nonchalantly. "But, but I'm tied up, isn't that a bit too... eye-catching?" Zhen Youmei looked down at the golden rope binding her chest, a little worried. "My wife looks even more beautiful when she's tied up. How can you say it's not good-looking...?" Tian Xiaoji chuckled. Although he said this, he still reached out and covered Zhen Youmei's cloak more securely, so the golden rope was no longer visible. If outsiders were to see that he had tied up his wife like a prisoner, they might gossip and tarnish his reputation. Tian Xiaoji was a perfectly normal person and paid great attention to his words and actions. "Mmm, alright then, Youmei will accompany my husband to meet the guests." Zhen Youmei moved her tightly bound body closer to Tian Xiaoji. In the past, when she was tied up by Fujita Tsuyoshi, she was usually confined to the house, and such occasions never allowed her to appear. "My husband can recite poetry and knows ancient Chinese stories, he's truly remarkable. Thank you, husband, for helping me get ready." Zhen Youmei's heart swelled with affection for Tian Xiaoji. Tian Xiaoji spoke nicely, but how could he truly manage Zhen Youmei's waterfall of black hair? He pretended to comb it for a bit, but in the end, he simply tied it into a ponytail at the back of her head with a red ribbon. Even so, after Tian Xiaoji tidied her up, Zhen Youmei stood before the vanity, twisting her tightly bound, delicate body, looking left and right, beaming with joy. Afterward, they had a simple breakfast in the bedroom. Tian Xiaoji untied Zhen Youmei, and she began to meticulously dress and groom herself. She still dressed as a bride, but this time she wore a bright red silk satin cheongsam embroidered with flowers. The shimmering, tight silk satin cheongsam perfectly outlined her beautiful, alluring figure and concealed the golden ropes binding her body. Once dressed, Zhen Youmei walked gracefully to the window, gazing at the bright sunlight and the beautiful scenery in the garden. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Husband, the weather is so lovely today! I want to take a stroll in the garden, feel the breeze, and bask in the sun. Will you accompany me?" "Of course, I will accompany my lady. But..." Tian Xiaoji walked over, pulled the newly adorned Zhen Youmei into his embrace, and said, "Before we go out, I still need to tie you up." "Mmm..." Zhen Youmei, with a shy smile, nodded in agreement, her small hands already clasped behind her back. And so, Zhen Youmei, dressed in a radiant silk satin red cheongsam, looking like a beautiful bride, was once again tied up tightly by Tian Xiaoji with a coiled dragon golden rope in a five-point bind. Tian Xiaoji bound the dazzling Zhen Youmei tightly in his favorite way of tying her up – a noose-style five-point bind. Of course, the two ropes around her neck were merely symbolic, tied to the high standing collar of the cheongsam, and did not impede Zhen Youmei's breathing at all. Furthermore, the two ropes around her neck were not connected to her hands, which were tied high behind her back. Even so, after being tied, Zhen Youmei held her head high and chest out, her ample breasts appearing even more prominent and firm beneath the golden ropes, mesmerizing Tian Xiaoji. Tian Xiaoji's favorite thing was to tie Zhen Youmei up like this. After tying her, he pushed her to the vanity and, manipulating her delicate body, admired her closely. "Alright, the binding is done. Let's go." Tian Xiaoji, with Zhen Youmei's five-point bound waist in his arm, was about to lead her out when a knock sounded at the door. Kazuko's voice came from outside, "Young Master." "Mmm, come in," Tian Xiaoji replied. He didn't mind Kazuko knowing about his and his wife's binding games. And Zhen Youmei, being bound, certainly didn't feel embarrassed in front of Kazuko. Before Tian Xiaoji arrived at the Garden of Ultimate Bliss, when Fujita Gō had tied her up and taken her into the garden, she was sometimes hung from a tree, sometimes tied to a pavilion or a pillar in front of the building. Kazuko had even tied her up herself before. However, to Tian Xiaoji and Zhen Youmei's surprise, Kazuko entered holding a thin iron chain, the other end of which had a steel collar fastened around the neck of a beautiful girl who was also tightly bound in a five-point bind. Seeing Kazuko bring a beautifully dressed, five-point bound girl into his bedroom so early in the morning, Tian Xiaoji asked with some curiosity, "Steward Kazuko, what are you doing? This young lady is..." He looked closely at the elaborately dressed, five-point bound beautiful girl, who was also adorned like Zhen Youmei, and suddenly recognized her, exclaiming in surprise, "Ah! It's Lu Wanting, Miss Lu! How did you get here?" He realized the bound beauty was someone he knew, Lu Wanting, who had been imprisoned there before. "This Miss Lu is the one Vice-Officer Liu sent over. It was very late when they brought her last night, so I didn't disturb you, Young Master. I've brought her here now. However, this young lady, though also surnamed Lu, is not Lu Wanting. Her name is Lu Xiaoying." Kazuko led the five-point bound Lu Xiaoying forward and pushed her towards Tian Xiaoji, saying. "Mmm—?" Tian Xiaoji examined Lu Xiaoying, who stood timidly before him with her hands tied behind her back, and asked with a slight frown, "This is clearly Miss Lu Wanting. Why do you say she isn't? What's going on?" "She really isn't Lu Wanting, just looks very similar to Lu Wanting. They must have made a mistake in capturing her. Young Master, let's not worry about whether she's Lu Wanting for now. What do you plan to do with this young lady?" Kazuko didn't dwell on Tian Xiaoji's mistake, only wanting to see his attitude towards the girl they had brought back. "Ah—?" Tian Xiaoji blinked. He truly hadn't expected the person Vice-Officer Liu sent to be Lu Wanting, whom they had captured. He was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do. When Lu Xiaoying was brought in, she saw that besides this Young Master Tian, there was also a beautiful lady dressed like a bride and, like herself, tightly bound with golden ropes. She was also stunned into silence. She had intended to beg Tian Xiaoji to release her, but now she stood there speechless. After regaining some composure, Tian Xiaoji said irritably, "What can I do? What else can I do? This Vice-Officer Liu is really meddlesome." Tian Xiaoji looked at the five-point bound Lu Wanting before him, recalling the Japanese soldiers and his own second brother who had been killed by Duan Luping and her group. The people who rescued them were not to be trifled with. His second brother, who had captured and detained the beautiful girls here, had brought about their revenge and died a violent death himself. His second brother, despite his high martial arts skills and military connections, had been killed by these highly skilled female martial artists. He, on the other hand, was just an ordinary student. If he continued to commit evil deeds here, he feared he might lose his own life. Seeing Tian Xiaoji's demeanor, Kazuko walked over and whispered in his ear, "Young Master, may I speak with you privately?" Tian Xiaoji glanced at the two tightly bound beautiful women, nodded, and then said to Zhen Youmei, "My lady, please wait here for a moment. I'll be right back." Kazuko had intended to hand the iron chain he was holding to Zhen Youmei, but since Zhen Youmei was bound, he had to lead Lu Xiaoying to sit on the sofa in the living room. He then wrapped the chain around one of the legs of the coffee table in front of her and said, "Miss, please don't worry. Please sit here for a while." After the two left, Zhen Youmei twisted her bound body and also walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to Lu Xiaoying. She noticed that the young lady before her, dressed in a radiant, tight silk satin cheongsam and bound, was not only elaborately dressed but also charming, alluring, and very beautiful. "Miss, were you captured by them?" Zhen Youmei asked, her red lips parting slightly after sitting down. Lu Xiaoying nodded. She had heard Tian Xiaoji call the other woman "my lady" just now, but she found it strange that this beautiful lady, dressed like a bride, was also bound like herself. She also saw that the ropes binding her and the way she was tied were similar to her own. Her hands were tied behind her back and hoisted high, her chest and back were bound with numerous ropes, and there were ropes around her neck, tied even tighter than hers. She blurted out, "Madam, are you that young master's wife? Why did they tie you up too?" "Uh, that... we'll talk about our matters later." Zhen Youmei smiled sheepishly and shook her head. "Miss, tell me about your situation. My husband is a very kind person. I just heard them say they might have captured the wrong person. If that's the case, I'll ask him to let you go." "Really? Thank you, Madam..." Hearing Zhen Youmei say this, Lu Xiaoying's tense mood finally relaxed a little. This was the second time someone had said this to her since she was brought here. The woman who had tied her up with a golden rope last night had also seemed to say she would let her go, and this beautiful lady before her, bound just like herself, said the same. She tried to lift her hands, tied behind her back, upwards, to slightly loosen the ropes around her neck. Although Lu Xiaoying was also bound with a coiled dragon golden rope, Kazuko had used a true noose-style five-point bind when tying her. The ropes around her neck were connected to her hands tied high behind her back, which was vastly different from Zhen Youmei's two symbolic ropes around her neck. "When they captured me..." Lu Xiaoying briefly recounted her experience of performing at Changchun Pavilion, being mistaken for Lu Wanting, captured, and brought here. Old Du, seeing that Hong Ling's legs were also bound, became even more unrestrained. He crossed his arms, smugly admiring Hong Ling, who was now more tightly and securely bound. Suddenly, he reached out a large hand towards Hong Ling's beautiful face. Seeing Hong Ling angrily turn her face away, avoiding his grasp, he indifferently retracted his hand, pinched his chin, and burst into laughter. While admiring the helplessly bound Hong Ling, he spoke slowly, "Pretty young lady, don't blame us for not believing you. We've heard that the Hong sisters by Young Master Chen's side are highly skilled, and ordinary people can't even get close to them. But you look like you couldn't even lift a chicken, and although you have a gun, we two captured and tied you up so easily. You must be an imposter, right? Haha..." "You..." Hong Ling was so angered by this scoundrel that she almost fainted. She tried to calm her rage and said patiently, "Hmph! I fell into your hands because I was careless. Do you really think I can't beat you? Untie me, and let's have another go. You two can come at me together. If I truly can't beat you and get captured and tied up again, then I'll admit to being a fraud and you can do whatever you want with me. How about that?" "This..." Old Du pretended to consider Hong Ling's proposal. "No..." the short one flatly refused. "You're saying this after we've already tied you up. Do you think we're idiots? What if you escape?" "I said it was because I was careless that I was captured. How is that a cheap offer?" Hong Ling asked. "If I say it's a cheap offer, then it's a cheap offer. What can you do about it? Come hit me..." the short one started acting shamelessly. "Then... then how will you believe I am Hong Ling?" Hong Ling was at a loss, as these two guys were impervious to both soft and hard tactics and unreasonable. "This..." "No need to go back and forth with her. Didn't she say she's very capable? If she can break free from her bonds herself, then we'll believe her," the short one interrupted Old Du, posing a difficult challenge for Hong Ling. They had tied Hong Ling in a 'five-flower-tied-up' manner, with the ropes binding her hands behind her back connected to the rope around her neck. Even if Hong Ling were highly skilled, it would be difficult for her to break free from the ropes herself. "Right, right, right! Someone with high martial arts skills is omnipotent. Ropes can't hold them. The ropes binding you are just ordinary hemp ropes, not strong at all. If you're really that capable, breaking them shouldn't be a problem, haha..." Old Du taunted. "Yeah, yeah! If you were really Hong Ling, Young Master Chen's bodyguard, you could break free from the ropes yourself. Why would you need us to untie you? Gaga..." The two men, in a drawn-out, singsong duet, put on a show in front of Hong Ling, grinning and clearly unwilling to untie her. Hong Ling was truly helpless. Hong Ling, dressed in a tight kung fu outfit, with a small pistol at her waist, a dagger tucked into her high-heeled boots, and fine steel needles and small knives hidden in her elaborate updo, was fully armed. But now, bound like this and hung up, her hands tied behind her back, unable to move up or down, she could barely move at all. Although the ropes binding her weren't particularly strong, without tools, breaking them was impossible. "If only I had a small knife hidden in my sleeve..." Hong Ling thought with some annoyance. In reality, even if Hong Ling had a small knife or similar weapon hidden in her sleeve, it would likely be discovered and confiscated when she was bound, leaving her unable to escape. Admiring Hong Ling's futile struggles against her bonds and her distressed expression, Old Du and the short one laughed heartily in their triumph... "What? Can't break free, can you? You're clearly an imposter trying to trick us, gaga..." "Hurry up and admit it. Who are you? Tell us clearly why you broke in here. Maybe if we're in a good mood, we'll be merciful and let you suffer less." "Speak quickly, or we'll let you experience the wonderful feeling of electricity..." the short one said, reaching for the two metal clips with wires on the table. "How about this? Untie the rope that's hanging me. That way, I can use my strength. If I still can't break free, then you can do whatever you want with me," Hong Ling tried one last effort. If she could squat down, she could try to pull out the dagger from her boot and cut the ropes. Then she would definitely teach these hateful guys a harsh lesson. Hong Ling's thoughts were a bit too naive. Her hands were tied high behind her back and connected to the rope around her neck. Even with her flexible body, her hands probably couldn't reach the dagger in her boots. Moreover, the two guys were watching her intently; they wouldn't let her get a dagger. Even so, the two men were unwilling to give Hong Ling a chance. Old Du hesitantly pulled the rope hanging Hong Ling. "Lower you down? That's something we can consider, but..." "But if you're planning any tricks, or trying to get a knife or something to cut the ropes and fool us, that won't count. So, little girl, you'd better just hang there, gaga..." the short one was very cunning, as if he had guessed Hong Ling's thoughts. "Then you..." As the two sides remained at a stalemate, "Bang!" the door was suddenly pushed open again. "How's the interrogation going, little girl? Have you said anything useful?" Before anyone could be seen, a voice came in. It was Captain Chen, who had entered before. "It's our captain..." The short one, holding the electric clip, drew sparks in front of Hong Ling, saying triumphantly, "Our captain is a distant relative of Young Master Chen. He's definitely seen the Hong sisters. Your imposter status will be exposed immediately, hmph hmph..." "Captain, you're here! This little girl hasn't said anything useful, but we've caught an accomplice trying to rescue her. She's already tied up and being interrogated!" Old Du said, bowing and scraping as he greeted Captain Chen, who was walking in. "Captain, please look. This is the female accomplice we captured..." The short one pointed at Hong Ling, who was hanging in the center of the room, with the clip in his hand. "This little girl is even impersonating Young Master Chen's bodyguard, haha... Isn't that funny?" "They are the daughters of a big shot in the municipal government. The younger sister, Xie Siyu, wants to marry our young master, and the two families are in talks. Humph! Even though their family is also prominent, when they meet our young master, aren't they still tied up?" Xiao Rou said proudly. "Your young master is indeed... well, a bit unusual. Why tie up the young ladies when they come to see him, when they pose no threat to him?" Xi Ping tried to phrase it as politely as possible. "Our young master likes it that way, and the old madam of our household also gave the order. The maids in our mansion, besides being tied up sometimes, usually wear these jingling, connected shackles." Xiao Lan said, lifting her long skirt to show Xi Ping the steel hoops bound around her feet. Xi Ping had long known about the jingling connected shackles worn by the young maids. Now, hearing that it was the old madam's order, she couldn't help but sigh: The young maids in the Chen mansion lived quite well, but they also lived like prisoners every day. In fact, Xi Ping didn't know that the young maids considered these connected shackles as jewelry, feeling no discomfort at all. Instead, they felt honored. Other families' maids didn't have this privilege... The young maids in the Chen mansion considered wearing jingling connected shackles, or being tightly bound in various ways, as perfectly normal, even a source of pride. Xi Ping, however, couldn't understand their mindset. Having been raised as a young lady, doted on by her parents and cherished by her two elder sisters, she was accustomed to a life of freedom. Now, captured and confined within this grand mansion, she was bound tightly every day. Although she lacked nothing and didn't suffer greatly, she always felt like a caged bird, devoid of freedom and happiness. The rope around her neck and her hands tightly bound behind her back were constant reminders: she was a captured prisoner, with no security. Any day, the young master Chen might, out of displeasure, hand her over to the Japanese for interrogation, or even have her executed as an anti-Japanese element. Every day when she was bound, Xi Ping would have these thoughts. But Xiao Rou said that they bound her not because they considered her a prisoner, nor out of fear that she would escape, but simply because their young master enjoyed binding beautiful girls. Even so, why bind her so tightly, and why the rope around her neck that caused so much discomfort? Xi Ping regretted her impulsive outing. She wondered what her family was thinking, not seeing her for so long. Had her parents and sisters realized she was missing and were frantically searching for her? "Sigh..." Xi Ping sighed softly. "Xiao Rou, when you bind me every day, it's enough to bind my hands. Why do you have to tie two ropes around my neck? It makes me so uncomfortable." "It's for beauty, of course," Xiao Rou said without hesitation, tilting her own small neck. When she was bound, her neck was also tied with double strands of rope. "We The golden silk ropes felt soft and smooth to the touch, yet possessed incredible tensile strength. Xi Ping struggled in vain, her small hands bound tightly behind her back, showing no signs of loosening, which distressed her greatly. Just moments ago, she had been thinking: being bound wasn't so bad. Dressed in her favorite luxurious and beautiful silk gown, adorned and pretty, being tied up with obedient and clever maids attending to her meticulously, and with her tall, handsome, dashing brother showering her with affection and admiration. She wouldn't have to do anything, just live a happy, leisurely, and carefree life. But now? Beneath the opulent dress, her most sensitive parts were also bound by ropes, making her heart race and her breath catch, leaving her restless. And here she was, bound in a five-flower knot, her hands completely immobilized, unable to do anything about even a single small rope. When faced with such a difficult and unspeakable problem, she felt the helplessness and pain of being bound and without freedom. Right now, it was just one rope offending her. If she were bound and someone wanted to bully or insult her, what would she do? Wouldn't she be even more unable to resist? But then, Xi Ping thought again, it still didn't feel right. If she truly fell into the hands of a bad person who wanted to violate or insult her, even if she weren't bound, what could she do? Could she resist? In her distress, Xi Ping's mind raced with chaotic thoughts. As she thought, she gradually calmed down. She was a weak woman, after all. If she truly fell into the hands of a bad person, it wouldn't make much difference whether she was bound or not. If a bad person had wicked intentions and wanted to do bad things to her, she would be powerless to stop them. And if she fell into the hands of someone who truly loved and cherished her, it would be the same. For example, Brother Chen. He protected her here, and although he bound her, he never forced her to do things she disliked. So, if he liked the way she looked when bound, she would agree. Therefore, the beautiful little princess thought it over and over, and concluded that whether she was bound or not really didn't make much difference; it wasn't the crux of the issue. Even so, what should she do now? In the current situation, if she weren't bound, things would be much simpler; she could just untie the rope below. But now, with her hands bound behind her back, she could do nothing. Whether she was bound or not made a huge difference. "Brother is so detestable, tying me up without my consent. After he and the two bodyguards had their fun, they didn't untie me, but left me here tied up by a wooden bodyguard and ignored me. Hmph! I won't talk to you anymore..." Xi Ping finally blamed all these unfortunate events on her own failure to stop Young Master Chen from tying the rope in a place she disliked: "Hmph! In the future, if I don't like it, Brother is not allowed to tie me up, nor is he allowed to tie ropes with knots there. Now..." Xi Ping decided to solve the current problem herself: "The maids are all in Fourth Sister's room. Why don't I go there and have the maids or Fourth Sister... No, Fourth Sister is also tied up. I'll have the little maids untie me, and then I'll secretly untie that damned rope myself." "Oh, this won't work either..." As soon as Xi Ping took a step, she immediately felt the friction of the knot below. Her delicate body trembled slightly: "In my current state, it's very difficult to walk even a few steps. By the time I get to their room, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up straight from the discomfort. Won't they see through this embarrassing situation? If they find out I'm wet down there like I've wet my pants, I won't be able to live anymore. What, what should I do?" The little princess Xi Ping, bound tightly in a five-flower knot, was at a complete loss and deeply distressed by a single rope and two knots... Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Xiao Rou peeked in. The moment she saw Xi Ping standing by the bed, bound in a five-flower knot, her face lit up with joy: "Ah, Miss Xi Ping, you're back! Sister Hong Lian asked me to attend to you. The two beautiful sisters in the other room, ah... your good sisters, are doing very well now. The sister in the qipao looks very beautiful when tied up, and she has Xiao Lan and the others to attend to her, so she doesn't have to do anything. That Sister Li is still sleeping, her sleeping posture is sweet and peaceful, she looks very good. Miss, you don't have to worry..." Xiao Rou had only been in the room for a short while, but she had a lot to say. "Ah, ah, ah, I'm not worried..." Xi Ping interrupted Xiao Rou: "Hurry up and untie me!" Seeing Xiao Rou, Xi Ping felt like she had seen a savior and desperately wanted to run over and have her untie her quickly. But the moment her feet moved, she felt the presence of the two knots tied below, and she froze in fear, not daring to move. She only twisted her body slightly, turning her back to Xiao Rou, hoping she would untie her as soon as possible. Why did Xiao Rou take so long to come? This was intentionally done by Hong Lian. She was well aware of Xi Ping's situation. When she left, she didn't personally ask Xiao Rou to go to Xi Ping's room. She only told the two jailers standing at the Fourth Miss's door to notify Xiao Rou later to attend to Miss Xi Ping next door. This "later" could be short or long, and the perception of time varied from person to person. When people are having a good time, time seems to fly by. Conversely, time drags on, feeling like an eternity... Let's cut to the chase. Miss Xi Ping, with her hands bound behind her back, was tormented by the ropes constricting her sensitive areas, feeling like an eternity. Seeing Xiao Rou enter, she impatiently urged Xiao Rou to untie her. But as fate would have it, Xiao Rou was a little maid who absolutely loved being bound. She adored both tying others up and being tied up herself. She had been happily enjoying herself when she was tied up by the secretly admired Young Master Chen. However, when Li Wanzhen arrived, she had to work, so she was untied, which she found very regrettable. Now, returning to attend to Xi Ping, she was overjoyed to see the beautifully bound little princess. She happily ran over, intending to help Xi Ping sit down on the bed, while chattering incessantly: "Miss Xi Ping, please sit down first. Ah, when the young master ties you up, he rarely unties you. You look so beautiful when you're tied up. Alas, thanks to you, Miss, I was also tied up by the young master, but I had to attend to people, so they untied me. Otherwise, I would have loved to be tied up and stay with you..." Xiao Rou rambled on. If it were usual, Xi Ping would have chatted with her for a while, but today she felt quite impatient. She twisted her body, pulling her hand away from Xiao Rou's support, and said, "Xiao Rou, I don't want to sit. I, I'm a little anxious... anxious to go to the restroom. Please untie me quickly." Although Xi Ping was anxious, her words were still gentle and polite. She dared not tell Xiao Rou the real reason for wanting to be untied, so she could only say she needed to relieve herself. "Ah... Miss needs to go to the restroom? Come, I'll help Miss." Xiao Rou thought she understood Xi Ping's meaning and bent down to lift the hem of Xi Ping's long skirt, intending to help her use the restroom, just as she had done before. "Ah... no!" Xi Ping screamed, bending over and clamping her legs together. She even jumped back a couple of steps, shaking her head and saying urgently, "I don't want your help, I want to go myself. You, you untie me quickly, please, or I won't talk to you anymore." Xi Ping was truly getting desperate, pleading and threatening. "This..." Xiao Rou was startled by Xi Ping's reaction. She had never seen Xi Ping like this before. In the past, after being bound, Xi Ping had always been submissive, and everything was arranged by the few little maids. Using the restroom was no exception; they would take the bound Xi Ping to the bathroom, lift her long skirt, and remove her undergarments... In any case, it was the maids' responsibility, and Xi Ping had never objected. But what was happening today? Xiao Rou was so stunned by Xi Ping's uncharacteristic behavior that she was momentarily dazed and didn't react. Xi However, Honglian's answer left Mo Ya somewhat disappointed. Honglian said, "I don't know her, but I have heard of this famous beauty assassin of Shanghai, Duan Luying." "Ah? Sister Luying is an assassin? How could that be... Sister Luying is so beautiful and such a good person, how could she be a beauty assassin..." Although Mo Ya was a little afraid of Honglian, it concerned her benefactor's reputation, so she couldn't hold back. Suddenly, a thought struck her: "That's right! I know! Sister Luying only kills Japanese devils, so calling her an assassin is correct. Sister Luying is a great beauty, a beauty assassin indeed!" Mo Ya didn't know Luying well. How could an ordinary young girl like her know about such violent matters? After escaping from the Garden of Ultimate Pleasure, she had parted ways with Luying and the others and hadn't seen them since. But worry made her confused. Now that she thought she had figured it out, she became happy instead, unconsciously revealing her true feelings. Her bound, delicate body instinctively began to struggle, as if wanting to turn around and argue with Honglian face to face. "You are right. The nickname 'beauty assassin' was naturally given to her by those Japanese agents. It won't affect your benefactor's reputation, so you don't need to get agitated." Honglian naturally understood what Mo Ya's subconscious arguments and resistance meant. As she spoke, she turned Mo Ya's struggling body back, keeping her facing away from her, making it easier to bind her. Mo Ya's hands, tied behind her back, were already tightly bound. After the ropes were tightened and knotted at her wrists, the remaining ropes were wound upwards, gathering the ropes binding her hands into a single bundle. With this binding, Mo Ya's hands, tied behind her back, were raised even higher, making her bent arms feel much more suspended. Feeling that she was bound even tighter, Mo Ya suddenly reacted and hurriedly apologized, "Sister Honglian, I, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to talk back to you, I..." "It's alright, you are very good. It's natural to defend your benefactor's reputation, I won't blame you." Although Honglian said she wouldn't blame her, she bound Mo Ya even more tightly. Ropes came from left and right, weaving back and forth through the ropes binding Mo Ya's arms, tightening and binding her arms behind her back towards her vest. Mo Ya let out a soft gasp, her full breasts forced to protrude even higher, her head tilted slightly, and fine beads of sweat already appeared on her smooth forehead. After such binding, the ropes behind Mo Ya looked crisscrossed, tight, and firm, giving a complete sense of restraint. Her hands and arms, bound behind her back, were secured, and one rope was almost completely used. Honglian picked up another rope from the tray and, connecting it to the ropes binding her wrists, began to meticulously bind her full breasts. Feeling as though she had angered Honglian, Mo Ya regretted it slightly. Although she was being bound tighter and tighter, she dared not resist any further and could only endure it silently. When Honglian moved to the front of her to bind her chest, Mo Ya really wanted to say a few more words of apology, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she thought of the few girls who followed Luying and, perhaps thinking Honglian might be interested, she boldly said, "There are also a few very capable, very capable girls with Sister Luying. One is named Ruan Yujiao, and another is named Lin Meili. They seem to be part of some organization. There's also a little girl named Xiao Yao who wears a tight black leather outfit, and she's also particularly formidable..." Honglian continued to wield the ropes, binding Mo Ya's body, and no longer spoke much. She only wanted to gather some information about Duan Luying. Her objective had been achieved, and she was indeed not interested in anything else. The tight and intricate binding finally ended, and the second rope in Honglian's hand was also nearly used up. The first rope bound Mo Ya in a complex, crisscrossed manner, then secured her back, looking both beautiful and restrictive. The second rope was primarily used to bind Mo Ya's full breasts, binding them up and down, left and right. The pattern of ropes tied on Mo Ya's chest was also beautiful: the full mounds of her breasts, like small hills pushing up her shimmering qipao, were not directly bound by ropes, but two ropes were tightly fastened above and below these mounds. The ropes around her neck, the two ropes above the mounds, and the two figure-eight ropes binding her shoulders formed a small trapezoidal block. A cross pattern was tightly bound in the center of this small block. Between the two ropes below the mounds and the two ropes around her waist, Honglian used ropes to create a 'mi' (米) character pattern. Mo Ya was wearing a qipao with a long hem. If she had been wearing trousers, Honglian might have bound her waist all the way down to her lower abdomen. Even so, after Mo Ya was bound, the dense ropes tightly secured her upper body, of course, without losing its beauty. The reason Honglian bound Mo Ya so tightly and intricately was not purely because she had talked back a few words; Honglian was not that petty. Since she had decided to take Mo Ya to see Young Master Chen, it was natural to bind her more tightly, more beautifully, and more intricately, the happier Young Master Chen would be. Moreover, Mo Ya still considered herself a prisoner, so she should accept being bound in any way. After being bound so tightly and intricately by Honglian, Mo Ya felt quite worried and wronged, but she dared not utter any complaints. However, although Mo Ya felt she was bound very tightly and the sense of restraint was very strong, she did not feel much pain. This was because the ropes used for binding were different; they were soft, smooth silk ropes, and the ropes were mostly bound over her shimmering qipao, causing no harm to her skin. Therefore, apart from a slight discomfort in her arms tied behind her back, Mo Ya could completely endure this tight and complex, all-around binding. Honglian bound Mo Ya securely and then led her to a full-length dressing mirror, letting her look at herself bound in the mirror. "How is it? Being bound like this, don't you look like a little prisoner?" Honglian asked in a slightly teasing tone. "Although you are bound, you don't need to worry at all. This is because our young master always binds pretty girls when he meets them, as Qian'er just mentioned. And also..." Honglian paused slightly, noticing that Mo Ya's slightly tense, pretty face relaxed a little after hearing her words, and continued, "Your favorite Sister Luying's sister is also our guest. I'll take you to see her in a while. With someone you know to keep you company, you can be completely at ease now, right? You won't have to complain anymore when you see your Sister Luying in the future." "Ah, Sister Luying's sister is here too..." Mo Ya's heart slightly rejoiced. She twisted her tightly bound, delicate body, turned to face Honglian, and said with hope, "Sister Honglian, you said I'll be able to see Sister Luying again. Do, do you mean you'll let me go later, and I'll regain my freedom?" After falling into the hands of the Japanese, Mo Ya felt she had no hope of survival. Although Honglian was treating her well, the young master here was clearly involved with the Japanese, otherwise, the Japanese wouldn't have left her here so easily and ignored her. Now Honglian was unceremoniously binding her and taking her to see that young master; their true intentions were unknown. If she could really see Luying again, Sister Luying would definitely take her away from here, and she would have hope of regaining her freedom and seeing the light of day again. Thinking of this, Mo Ya's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. Seated on the sofa in the living room at this moment were the Fourth Miss, Li Wanzhen, and Mo Ya, three stunning beauties sent over by Ding Xiaoniao. All three were clad in shimmering, form-fitting satin qipaos. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs in a five-flower knot, cinched at the neck. Three steel cuffs, one around each waist and one around each ankle, were connected by slender chains, forming a set of linked restraints that restricted their leg movements. The Fourth Miss, dressed in a silver-white satin qipao, opened her cherry-red lips and took a delicate sip of tea, served by a maid. She spoke softly, "Sisters, do you know where this place is? We were brought here inexplicably. Will they do anything to us?" Ever since being brought back to Shanghai by Young Master Chen, the three beauties had hoped to see Lu Ping and regain their freedom soon. Instead, through a series of unfortunate events, they had been passed around among those dissolute young masters, always bound and unable to even catch a glimpse of Lu Ping. This filled them with dread and dejection, and they were filled with anxiety about their future fate. "It's all my fault," Mo Ya said, blaming herself. "If I hadn't insisted on going with that Young Master He, perhaps we would have already seen Sister Lu Ping under Young Master Chen's arrangements." Mo Ya favored white clothing and wore a form-fitting pure white satin qipao. Her small hands were bound tightly behind her back in a five-flower knot, hoisted up near her shoulder blades. Mo Ya had a voluptuous and tall figure. After the agents bound her tightly, they didn't spare her chest. The qipao, pushed up by her ample bosom, formed small mounds. Two thick ropes were tightly bound around these shimmering mounds, making her already full breasts appear even more prominent, trembling enticingly and captivating the eye. "It's not your fault, Mo Ya," Li Wanzhen said gently, trying to comfort her. "Who knew that... that Lu Ping's brother-in-law was such an unreliable, dissolute young master." Li Wanzhen wore a beautiful pink qipao, and like the other two beauties, her hands were bound tightly behind her back in a five-flower knot. "Hmph, and that Young Master Li, none of them are good people..." the Fourth Miss said indignantly. The three beautiful women, their hands bound behind them, sat on the sofa, exchanging helpless glances and sighing softly, expressing their inner dissatisfaction. "Clack, clack..." The sound of high heels on the floorboards echoed. The three beauties on the sofa, along with She Yuzhen, who was suspended from a pillar, all turned their heads towards the staircase leading from the living room to the second floor. Qin Yu and Miss Moore, supported by a young maid, descended the stairs. Because their hands were bound tightly behind them in a five-flower knot and they wore linked restraints, their perky, round buttocks swayed exaggeratedly as they walked, and their feet made a clinking sound of metal collision. Qin Yu wore a pale pink satin long-sleeved qipao, her hands bound tightly behind her back in a neck-cinching five-flower knot. Miss Moore, on the other hand, wore a golden yellow one-piece long dress. A golden silk ribbon, as wide as a palm, was tightly cinched around her slender waist, accentuating her exquisitely curved figure. She, too, had her hands bound tightly behind her back in a five-flower knot with a brown rope as thick as a finger, and wore linked restraints. The two women descended slowly, one after the other. Seeing the five stunning beauties, who were like flowers and jade, all bound tightly with their hands behind their backs, She Yuzhen, who was hanging from the pillar, had a strange glint flash in her usually vacant eyes... In a luxurious bedroom upstairs, Su Xin, dressed in a light green satin qipao, had her small hands bound tightly behind her in a neck-cinching five-flower knot and hoisted high behind her. Her slender legs were also restrained by linked cuffs. The young maid, Xin'er, was attending to her in the room. Looking at Su Xin, who sat quietly by the bed, the maid leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister Su Xin, these new people aren't watching us very strictly. Why don't I loosen your bonds, and you can quietly escape?" Su Xin had a gentle and kind disposition and treated the young maids very well. This young maid, Xin'er, had gradually become a close sister to Su Xin, sharing everything, and deeply sympathized with her plight. Su Xin gently shook her head. "It's better to stay still than to move. In my current state, I can't possibly escape..." Su Xin shifted her tightly bound, delicate body. Her hands, bound behind her, clenched into fists. She then looked down at the steel cuffs around her waist and ankles. "These fine steel linked restraints cannot be opened without a key. Even if my hands were free, there would be no way to escape." Su Xin was right. Even if the ropes binding her could be untied with some effort, she absolutely could not open the fine steel linked restraints binding her feet without a key. The idea of escaping was completely unrealistic. Moreover, if she escaped alone, it would implicate the two young maids who were serving her. Therefore, Su Xin did not have such thoughts for the time being. She wanted to see if any of the sisters who were brought in later were familiar to her. Perhaps she could find an opportunity to reconnect with them, act together, or jointly protest to their new master. It was possible they might regain their freedom in the future... After leaving Qian Guangfa's office, Ding Xiaoniao had originally intended to return to his own office to see Lu Xiaoying. However, his mind was filled with Ruan Yujiao, who was bound and left in his villa. He suddenly changed his mind and drove directly to Wu Shibao's large villa. He wanted to inspect the beauties he had imprisoned there and, incidentally, bring the Fourth Miss of the Tang family back to his villa to give to Ruan Yujiao. Perhaps if Ruan Yujiao saw her cousin, her mood would improve, and she might agree to continue staying in his villa. Upon arriving at the large villa, Ding Xiaoniao, accompanied by Shan Hu, circled the garden of Wu Shibao's villa while listening to Shan Hu report on the situation of the beauties in the villa. He saw the Ping sisters, their hands bound and wearing linked restraints, strolling and admiring flowers in the garden. He also saw Wu Shibao's two lively and adorable young concubines. With the help of the maids, they were swinging on a swing in the garden, their pretty faces filled with smiles. Although these girls were bound, they seemed to have become immune to the ropes. Moreover, they could move freely in this beautiful place, so they didn't feel wronged, which made Ding Xiaoniao very satisfied. "Where are the other girls? You haven't locked them up in the underground prison, have you?" Ding Xiaoniao asked with a frown, not seeing the Fourth Miss he wanted to see. "No, no, these beauties are the young master's treasures. How could your subordinate lock them in prison? The others were just admiring flowers and scenery in the garden earlier; they just went back and are now sitting in the living room drinking tea and chatting," Shan Hu replied hastily, bowing and smiling obsequiously. "Hmm, that..." Ding Xiaoniao thought for a moment, then turned to the Qiongyao sisters following behind him and instructed, "Go and bring out that Fourth Miss of the Tang family... and that girl Mo Ya who escaped from the Happy Garden. Have Shan Hu send a car to take them to my villa, um... they'll come with us." The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. A young woman in a pink qipao, standing by the door of the small building, stepped forward and opened the car door. "Miss Xiao Nan, you're back," the woman greeted Xiao Nan respectfully. Xiao Nan got out of the car and nodded at the qipao-clad woman. At that moment, a young woman in a light blue maid's uniform ran out from the villa. Seeing Xiao Nan, she also smiled and nodded in greeting. Xiao Nan pointed to the inside of the car: "You two, help the two beautiful ladies out of the car." "Okay," the two women replied. The qipao-clad woman bent down to help Lu Ping out of the car, while the maid ran to the other side of the car and opened the door. Lu Ping alighted with the qipao-clad woman's assistance, extremely reluctantly. She was wearing a seductive silk qipao. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her proud, full breasts were also sensually bound with ropes, making her too ashamed to be seen. She had been distracted by Xiao Nan's antics along the way and hadn't insisted on having Xiao Yu untie her. Now, she regretted it. The qipao-clad woman, however, didn't seem to show much interest in Lu Ping's alluring bondage. As she helped her out, her large eyes merely swept over Lu Ping's prominent chest. With a smile, she grasped the rope binding Lu Ping's hands behind her back and supported her bound arms, allowing her feet to touch the ground first. She helped her out of the car and to stand up. As soon as the bound Lu Ping stood up straight, the qipao-clad woman's gaze fell on Lu Ping's beautiful face, and she exclaimed somewhat nervously, "Ga... Sister Lu Ping, is that really you!" The startled cry made Lu Ping jump. She looked closely at the qipao-clad woman but couldn't recall who she was. "You are..." "Oh, Sister Lu Ping, blooming in May, bearing fruit in August, sweet pomegranate, that's me, hehe..." The qipao-clad woman was lively and cute, rhyming her name into a jingle. Lu Ping found it amusing and temporarily forgot her embarrassment at being bound, though she still couldn't recall where she had met this interesting qipao-clad woman. "After pomegranate, you should add another word. Her name is Pomegranate Juice, hehe..." The maid on the other side of the car, who had already helped Lin Meili out, was whispering to Lin Meili. Hearing the qipao-clad woman's words, she chimed in. Lu Ping turned her head and saw the smiling maid. She recognized her. "Xiao Min, it's you." Xiao Min was a classmate of Lu Ping's from the same special training class, so Lu Ping naturally knew her. Lin Meili also knew her; they had recognized each other when Xiao Min helped Lin Meili out of the car. Although Lin Meili's hands were also bound behind her back, it wasn't as sensually embarrassing as Lu Ping's; it was just a simple bondage. "It's me, Lu Ping. Station Chief Chen said he would definitely invite you and Meili back. He's truly resourceful to have managed it, hehe..." Xiao Min, supporting Lin Meili, walked over with a smile, appearing very happy. These two women didn't seem particularly surprised to see Lu Ping and Lin Meili brought back bound. "Oh, Sister Xiao Min, you're so engrossed in catching up that you didn't introduce me to Sister Lu Ping. Really." The qipao-clad woman feigned displeasure and complained. "Alright, alright, Lu Ping. Pomegranate Juice is a junior student to us. You might have seen her at school, but you probably forgot." Xiao Min introduced. Lu Ping had been a prominent figure at school, like a star surrounded by admirers. Almost everyone knew her, but she couldn't possibly know everyone at school. It was normal for her not to remember this classmate, Pomegranate Juice. "Uh... so you're a beautiful junior. I do have a slight impression," Lu Ping turned to Pomegranate Juice and smiled gently. "Sister Lu Ping is the beautiful one. If I stand next to Sister Lu Ping, it's like Autumn Fragrance next to a Pomegranate. Station Chief Chen, this Tang Bohu, wouldn't even notice me after seventeen or eighteen tries," Pomegranate Juice spoke without restraint. Although it was self-deprecating, it made Lu Ping feel quite embarrassed. That wasn't all. Pomegranate Juice reached out and touched the sapphire blue silk qipao Lu Ping was wearing. "Sister Lu Ping is already stunningly beautiful, and on top of that, she's wearing such a high-quality silk qipao and is dressed so elegantly and fashionably..." She then touched the ropes tightly binding Lu Ping's beautiful qipao. "These ropes would be torture on anyone else, but on Sister Lu Ping, they're a beautiful accessory. Tsk, tsk, I'm so envious..." "Stop talking nonsense. What's there to envy about being captured and bound like this..." Lu Ping was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Lu Ping, you're a famous beauty killer on the Shanghai Bund. I'm afraid even Station Chief Chen isn't your match. If he didn't tie you up, he wouldn't feel at ease, hehe..." Xiao Min said with a laugh. "Hmph! I'm not that formidable. He tied me up too," Lin Meili disagreed with Xiao Min. "You've left the KMT. Station Chief Chen had no choice. If you could return to our KMT..." "Even if Sister Lu Ping agreed to return to the KMT, Station Chief Chen would still tie her up, because Sister Lu Ping looks incredibly beautiful when she's bound..." "You're talking nonsense again. How can you tie up your own people? But speaking of which, during the bondage practice class in the special training, the instructor also used Lu Ping as a demonstration. He personally tied Lu Ping up and took the opportunity to grope her..." "You're talking even more nonsense. I'll beat you up..." Lu Ping, with her hands bound behind her back and wearing shackles on her feet, was powerless no matter how formidable she was. She could only let them joke around with her... The two KMT agents, pulling the bound Lu Ping and Lin Meili, joking and laughing, led them towards the garden. The garden had a small bridge and flowing water, with an elegant environment and beautiful scenery. However, Duan Lu Ping, bound and shackled, had no mood to appreciate it. She was also wearing a dog collar around her neck. Xiao Min and the others didn't hold the leash, knowing it would make Lu Ping look even more ridiculous. Xiao Min wrapped the chain around Lu Ping's back and placed it in her bound hands, letting her hold it herself. Even so, Lu Ping, with her hands bound behind her and her chest held high, felt extremely embarrassed, uncomfortable, and out of place walking on the flower-lined green path in the garden. As soon as Xiao Min and Pomegranate Juice started chattering around her, Lu Ping had wanted to call Xiao Yu to persuade Xiao Nan to untie her. But she noticed that while they were talking, Xiao Nan had quietly pulled Xiao Yu out of the car and disappeared in a flash. While marveling at Xiao Nan's lightness skill, she was helpless. She knew that without Xiao Nan's or Chen Gong's permission, Xiao Min and Pomegranate Juice, Chen Gong's subordinates, would never be able to untie her and Lin Meili. It seemed they could only chat and stroll in this beautiful garden, bound and shackled, and inevitably become the target of ridicule for these two KMT classmates. On the stone table in the pavilion in the garden, tea and pastries were laid out, and they could rest if they got tired from walking. With their hands bound behind them, Lu Ping and Lin Meili had to rely on others to feed them tea and pastries. If they wanted to take a boat ride on the small lake, these two women would tie them to the mast, making them a beautiful sight on the serene lake of the garden. The three young ladies, the Fourth Miss and her companions, though still a bit dazed, understood they were safe now, even if Mo Ya hadn't said anything. They had been shoved into a prisoner transport, their vision obscured and mouths gagged, kneeling and bound securely within. After a bumpy ride, they were unstrapped from the vehicle's metal bars and brought here. When they could finally see again, they were met with familiar faces. Even if they couldn't grasp the full situation, the Fourth Miss and the others knew they had been rescued. If not for the chains binding them and their hands still tied behind their backs, they would have wept with joy. From the conversation between the men who had brought them in and Lu Ping, they had gathered that someone had rescued them from the agents of Unit 76 and brought them here. They wondered if that detestable Commissioner had been killed during the rescue. Even if not, losing several beautiful female prisoners would surely enrage him to death. The Fourth Miss drank all the tea her elder sister brought to her lips. They had been kneeling, bound, and jostled in the prisoner transport for a long time, and were indeed quite thirsty. Mo Ya refilled the Fourth Miss's teacup and then went to pour water for the other girls. The Fourth Miss shook her head at her sister, who was lifting a teacup to her own lips, signaling she didn't want any more. Clearing her throat, she asked her sister, "Third Sister, do you know who rescued us?" "Huh? You don't know? It was Cousin and them," the Third Miss replied, a little surprised. "I didn't know..." The Fourth Miss shook her head. "We were blindfolded and bound in the prisoner transport the whole time, we never saw Cousin..." The Fourth Miss briefly recounted to her sister how the agents of Unit 76 had bound the three of them and forced them onto the transport. The Third Miss had only heard Lu Ping mention that Cousin Ruan Yu Jiao had been trying to rescue her sister, but she didn't know the specifics. It was only when her sister mentioned Qin Yu that she turned to look at the young woman in the grey qipao, also bound and tied. She had been so focused on her sister that she had forgotten about her old classmate. Seeing an old classmate under such circumstances led to another wave of poignant reflection. Mo Ya came over and sat between the Fourth Miss and Li Wan Zhen. On Li Wan Zhen's other side sat Xi Ping, who had been taking care of her. They were sisters in misfortune, having been brought back to Shanghai together by Young Master Chen. Now reunited after their ordeal, their fates had diverged greatly. Two had returned to their families and friends, their lives and safety assured. The other two, however, remained bound by ropes, their hands tied behind their backs, denied freedom. Fortunately, all of them were unharmed, and there was much to discuss. When Lu Ping had discussed matters with Yu Jiao yesterday, she knew Yu Jiao planned to rescue her cousin, the Fourth Miss, today. However, Yu Jiao hadn't divulged the specific rescue methods or details, and Lu Ping hadn't pressed further. She hadn't expected that not just the Fourth Miss, but three young ladies would be rescued, and all three returned bound so tightly together. The three rescued, beautiful young ladies were not only bound tightly with ropes but also secured with iron chains and shackles. When the men in black first placed them on the ground, Lu Ping had taken a brief look at the ropes binding them and the steel chains locked around them. She noticed they were bound in a manner akin to a death sentence, and the chains were incredibly strong and difficult to break. The exquisite little locks securing the chains were also very advanced. Ordinary locks would have been easy to open, but these were unlike any she had seen before. Without a key, it would be quite difficult to open them. The burly leader of the black-clad men had not handed over the keys after ordering his men to place the bound women in the living room. Yu Jiao had not yet returned, and Lu Ping wondered if she had managed to obtain the keys. As Mo Ya and the others fumbled in their attempts to loosen the ropes and chains on the Fourth Miss and her companions, Lu Ping quietly left the living room. She knew that without the keys, the Fourth Miss and the others' hands, bound behind their backs, would never regain their freedom. She let them fuss for a while. Slowly walking out of the room, Lu Ping saw Lin Mei Li standing in the foyer, still dressed in men's clothing. Beside her stood a young woman dressed as a lady, Xiao Min. Hearing footsteps, Xiao Min, who had been talking to Lin Mei Li, turned her head. Seeing Lu Ping approaching, Xiao Min smiled and waved. "Lu Ping, the task the station chief gave me is complete. See you two later!" "Hey! Xiao Min, don't go yet, I have a few questions for you." Lu Ping guessed that the task Xiao Min mentioned was related to the men who had brought the three bound young ladies to the living room, so she wanted to clarify. Xiao Min didn't stop walking, waving back at Lu Ping as she went. "Giggle," she laughed. "Ask the station chief when he gets back. I have other things to do, giggle..." Lu Ping was about to say more, but Xiao Min had already run off. "This Xiao Min, playing coy with me..." Lu Ping smiled and turned to greet Lin Mei Li. "Mei Li, did everything go smoothly? Didn't Yu Jiao come back with you?" "She did, but she rushed off again in the prisoner transport..." Lin Mei Li pointed towards the villa's main entrance. "The prisoner transport can't stay here. Yu Jiao needs to take Ding Xiao Niao back, hehe..." "Hehe..." A smile touched Lu Ping's lips. "They seem to have good chemistry now. Did Yu Jiao not leave you the keys to the chains on the young ladies?" "No..." Lin Mei Li shook her head, taking Lu Ping's arm. "Sister Lu Ping, let's go to my room first. I need to change, so I don't reveal my identity in front of that Fourth Miss. We can talk about Yu Jiao's business as we walk." Lu Ping nodded, a guess forming in her mind. "Is it that Ding Xiao Niao..." The two of them walked towards Lin Mei Li's bedroom, chatting and laughing. Lin Mei Li briefly recounted their outing to Lu Ping. Since Lin Mei Li hadn't accompanied Ruan Yu Jiao to the dungeon, she had only seen Ruan Yu Jiao, disguised as the Unit 76 Commissioner, make a trip to the villa's dungeon. Upon returning, she brought back three beautiful female prisoners, bound and tied. Then, she had escorted these three young women, bound as if for execution, onto the prisoner transport and brought them back here. As for the men in black who had unstrapped the beautiful prisoners from the transport and brought them to the living room, they were arranged by Xiao Min according to Chen Gong's instructions. They were all agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau, hidden in the shadows, responsible for the security of Chen Gong's villa. After completing their task, they quickly dispersed and concealed themselves throughout the villa. Since they rarely appeared in public, Lu Ping and Mei Li had never seen them before. "Sister Yu Jiao is back with Ding Xiao Niao now. She should return after getting the keys,嘻嘻..." Lin Mei Li said with a giggle after explaining the situation to Lu Ping. She quickly freshened up and changed into her silver-white satin qipao. Shan Hu secretly rejoiced, and after the jailer finished his meal, he himself passed out. Shan Hu and the Qiong Yao sisters, along with other agents, began the rescue. Dressed in black and masked, they moved like night stalkers. Stealthily and smoothly, they entered the underground prison. They went through the motions of searching the unconscious agents for keys, unlocking the cells, and leading out the bound female prisoners one by one. Two prison vans were already waiting at the prison exit. The agents, disguised as rescuers, loaded the elegantly dressed, bound fake female prisoners onto one van and the genuinely bound female prisoners, resembling death row inmates, onto the other. Without untying them, they were quietly instructed not to make a sound and to stay put, as they would soon be freed. "Rescue us…?" The masked figures' final words as they closed the van doors filled the beautiful, tightly bound prisoners inside with questions. The first prison van was the medium-sized one that had transported the Fourth Miss and her companions. Miss Moore, the Ping sisters, Miss Su Xin, and Wu Shibao's two young lovers – six beautifully dressed and bound young women – were led out of the prison by the masked figures and loaded into this van. These six elegantly dressed beauties had been imprisoned at the same time as the Fourth Miss and the others. They still remembered Ding Xiaoniao's words before locking them up, and they were filled with anticipation of leaving prison and returning to their villa life. Even in prison, they wore their bright silk qipaos and long dresses, merely bound like prisoners, their freedom of movement restricted. They were not forced to change into rough prison uniforms, nor were they interrogated or tortured when they were bound. Being bound and imprisoned did not cause the young women any worry or fear; they were often tightly bound even when living in the villa. They just hadn't expected to be bound like this when leaving prison, and to be put into a prison van, not knowing where they were being taken. If they hadn't been bound, or if the masked figures had untied them, perhaps they would have believed the masked figures' words about rescuing them. But now… Judging by their attire, the six young women in this van looked like pampered ladies and young ladies. However, they were all tightly bound, appearing like prisoners. Three stainless steel pipes, as thick as a cup's mouth, stood in the middle of the van, used for securing prisoners. When the Fourth Miss and her two companions were escorted away, they were not only tightly bound by ropes but also secured to these three pillars. The six young women, their hands bound tightly, sat on the benches on either side of the steel pipes. A dark red carpet covered the floor of the van, seemingly to prevent their beautiful long dresses and qipaos from getting soiled. This was not the case; this carpet had been specifically laid when the Fourth Miss and her companions were transported. At that time, the three young women, in addition to their hands being tightly bound behind their backs, had their legs folded and bound together, securing them to the steel pillars with their knees on the ground. Although they were bound tightly and securely, it was all an act; the carpet was there to protect their knees. The most beautiful and dazzlingly dressed among the six was, of course, Miss Moore. She wore a magnificent, bright yellow courtly gown, her hands bound tightly behind her back, and sat in the middle of the bench on the left. The Ping sisters, also with their hands bound behind them and wearing sapphire blue tight silk embroidered qipaos, sat on either side of her. "Miss Moore, the masked figure who brought me out, seems to be that Young Master Ding's bodyguard, Xiao Qiong. Do you think they are really here to rescue us?" Ping Ru, sitting to Miss Moore's left, whispered. "It doesn't seem quite like it. This is Young Master Ding's territory. If they were really here to rescue us, why would they be so secretive? Could they be deceiving us, or…" Before Miss Moore could finish, Ping Li, sitting to her right, interjected. However, Ping Li's words were interrupted. Wen Li, the younger of the two lovers, wearing a puff-sleeved dress and sitting opposite her with her hands bound behind her back, said softly, "I don't think they are here to rescue us either. If they were, why wouldn't they untie us? And why lock us in this dark van, not knowing where they're taking us." "Um… that…" The other lover, Yu Han, said hesitantly, "Perhaps they didn't untie us because they were in a hurry. Using a prison van to take us out might be… might be safer…" The two lovers sat on either side of Su Xin, who wore a green silk qipao and had her hands bound tightly behind her back. They sat facing the Ping sisters, while Su Xin and Miss Moore sat facing each other. Listening to the girls' conversation, Su Xin and Miss Moore exchanged glances, seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. They looked down at the ropes tightly binding them and their small hands tied behind their backs, and the two beautiful women shook their heads slightly, filled with questions. They were all tightly bound, their hands tied behind their backs, unable to escape. Even with their doubts, they felt like lambs tied securely on a chopping block, unable to do anything but resign themselves to fate. Miss Moore was as beautiful as a celestial being, a popular singer in Shanghai, always adorned in opulent and dazzling high-end silk dresses. Even after her arrest, no matter where she was held, she was always dressed beautifully in luxurious silks. The only difference was that after being groomed and dressed, the radiant and heavenly beautiful she would immediately be tightly bound. Her stunning beauty made her even more noticeable when bound. After being imprisoned in the villa's underground prison, dressed in a bright yellow, resplendent courtly gown, she was bound tightly and locked in the same cell as Fourth Miss Li Wanzhen, secured to an execution post. The inspecting official, number seventy-six, had looked at her for a moment when he took Fourth Miss and Li Wanzhen away. She could tell that the important figure had, for a fleeting moment, considered chaining her up and taking her as well. For some reason, he had ultimately abandoned the idea. At the time, she had felt some confusion and some relief. She hadn't expected to avoid it, and now feared she would be taken back to number seventy-six. She wondered what had happened to Fourth Miss and Li Wanzhen, who had been taken away earlier. In fact, Miss Moore had misjudged. If she had also been taken away by Ruan Yujiao, who was impersonating the official from number seventy-six, she would have suffered some discomfort being bound in the prison van during transport, but she would now be free, and her situation would be entirely different. The eight female prisoners originally held in the underground prison, sitting in the larger prison van behind them, had a different sentiment. They were bound tightly by the agents like condemned criminals, resembling death row inmates being taken to the execution ground. There was no sign of them being rescued. Although the young women had their own thoughts, they seemed resigned to their fate, sitting woodenly and quietly in the van with their hands bound behind them. No one spoke, no one resisted or struggled. They scoffed at the masked figures' words, their hearts undisturbed. On the benches along the sides of the van, four tightly bound beautiful female prisoners sat on each side. Sitting next to Shu Ting was a young girl named Yan Xiaoying. Both girls were around the same age, about eighteen or nineteen. They were originally members of an anti-Japanese armed force from the outskirts of Shanghai, working with Shu Ting's brother. They were captured by the enemy during a battle, along with many others. During their transport to number seventy-six, because Shu Ting and Yan Xiaoying were young and beautiful, Wu Shibao secretly kept them, imprisoning them in his private prison until now. During this time, they were not subjected to extremely harsh interrogations or torture, but they endured numerous instances of humiliation and torment through binding. Sensing Lu Ping's reaction, Chen Gong was ecstatic. With soft jade and warm fragrance embracing him, how could Chen Gong let such a perfect opportunity slip away? He held Lu Ping from behind, casually brought Lu Ping's arms behind her, folded her hands together behind her back, took out the prepared coiled dragon golden rope, and was about to tie Lu Ping up. "Hey, Station Chief Chen, you, you're... isn't this a bit too much? I've been out working for you for the Military Statistics Bureau all day, and as soon as I get back, you want to tie me up. Don't you have any pity for a damsel in distress? You heartless scoundrel." Lu Ping twisted her delicate body, struggling, but her strength was small. "It's precisely because you've been away all day, making me long for you, that I have to tie you up and have a good time, hehe..." Chen Gong had a sly smile on his face. "Moreover, this station chief's pity for a damsel in distress is expressed by tying up the woman he loves. Tying you up to serve you is also a reward for your hard work outside, hehe..." Chen Gong controlled Lu Ping's hands, chattering and making excuses while his hands were busy. The coiled dragon golden rope wound around, tying Lu Ping's hands behind her back. The rope then went directly up around Lu Ping's neck, pulled back, and then tied around the bound wrists with a loop and a knot. Lu Ping's hands, tied behind her, were hoisted high, rendering her incapable of any struggle or resistance. With Lu Ping's hands tied behind her, Chen Gong began to unscrupulously wrap the coiled dragon golden rope densely around Lu Ping's full,娇躯 clad in a tight black night suit. "Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Even if you're going to tie me up, at least let me wash up and change first," Lu Ping said coquettishly, her hands tied behind her, still struggling symbolically. "Changing clothes is unnecessary, I think this is quite good. Catching and punishing a night-robbing, black-clad figure like you, isn't that a unique charm, cackle..." Chen Gong finished tying Lu Ping's shoulders and arms and began to bind her full, plump breasts, completely ignoring Lu Ping's weak resistance. "You're really twisting words. First, you say tying me up is a reward, and now you say you're going to catch and tie me up as punishment. Don't you find it funny? Ouch... it's too tight, can you loosen it a bit..." Lu Ping lowered her head slightly, looking at her already high-arched breasts. Under the tightening ropes from all directions, they slowly became even more towering and majestic. A blush spread across her beautiful face. Being tightly bound by this coiled dragon golden rope felt different from being bound by ordinary ropes. It was both gentle and comfortable, yet it also stirred a familiar impulse of warmth within her tightly bound body, making her feel shy and pleased. "My little Lu, tying you up with the coiled dragon golden rope, the intense feeling of restraint will only bring you warmth and comfort, no pain, cackle... Enjoy it..." Chen Gong tied Lu Ping even more tightly and intricately. The neck-harness-style bondage tied up her shoulders and arms. The ropes, similar to turtle shell binding, tightly wrapped and secured her full breasts and high peaks. The binding finally ended. Chen Gong hugged the tightly bound Lu Ping, wrapped in dense, golden coiled dragon golden ropes, and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. He kissed her tender cheek and said with a smile, "Lu Lu, you're holding your last line of defense and won't let me violate you, so I have to find other ways to tie you up and satisfy my urges. To feast my eyes on a beautiful bride bound tightly in a five-flower knot, you can't refuse me this small desire, or I won't be able to live, sob sob..." "I'd be a fool to believe you..." Lu Ping was helpless. With her hands tied behind her and her entire upper body tightly bound by the dense ropes, she couldn't resist. She could only let Station Chief Chen's big mouth gnaw on her tender face and his hands grope and tease her tightly bound, full breasts... The next morning, the four young ladies and three dxd girls staying at Chen Gong's villa were all dressed up beautifully by the maids. The girls all gathered on the lawn in the garden. Lu Ping did not appear. Shi Liu and Xiao Min were still responsible for organizing the girls' martial arts practice. Lin Meili also wore a beautiful silver-white silk dress and dressed herself up charmingly. She actively joined Shi Liu on the garden lawn. The first thing they did upon arriving at the martial arts lawn was for the three of them to tie up Mo Ya, Xiao Wei, and Fang Yi. When Tang San Xiao Jie came down, she had already changed into a red silk shirt, black shiny tight leather pants, and over-the-knee black high-heeled boots. Her hair was tied up high, making her look sharp and heroic. Before coming down, she had asked Liu Er to tie her up beautifully and tightly with the coiled dragon golden rope, making all preparations for martial arts practice. After Shi Liu tied up Mo Ya and the other two girls, she secretly winked at Xiao Min, picked up the prepared ropes, and walked to the side of Fourth Miss, Qin Yu, and Li Wan Zhen. She was about to tie up the three girls, who were still wearing beautiful tight silk qipaos and had been dressed up by the maids. "Fourth Miss, today we will practice Duan Lu Ping's exquisite leg techniques together, mastering a skill to protect yourselves and fight enemies. Therefore, you also need to be tied up like Mo Ya and the others. Please cooperate, hehe... No problem?" Shi Liu said with a giggle. Without waiting for Fourth Miss and the others to answer, the rope in her hand had already landed on Fourth Miss's shoulder, who was wearing a bright silver-white silk qipao. Xiao Min and Lin Meili also acted in unison, each preparing to tie up Qin Yu and Li Wan Zhen. The ropes went down their shoulders and began to wrap around their arms. Fourth Miss and the other two girls were a bit helpless. They had just escaped from a hellhole, and the chains and ropes that had been bound to them were removed not long ago. They had only enjoyed a night of freedom, and now they were to be tied up again. However, they also knew that being tied up now was just a game, completely different from being tied up and imprisoned by enemies. Therefore, although they were a little reluctant, they had no resistance. Moreover, Tang San Xiao Jie had happily let Liu Er tie her up, and very tightly at that. Mo Ya and the other two girls also looked relaxed and willing when they were tied up, as if it were a matter of course. Skillfully and quickly tying up Fourth Miss and the other two girls, Xiao Min and Shi Liu then worked together to tie up Lin Meili, who was dressed up and looked as beautiful as a young lady of a wealthy family. Although Lin Meili was a sparring partner, she was always tied up by Shi Liu. This time, with a mission, she was naturally no exception. Furthermore, to avoid causing unnecessary suspicion among the newly joined Fourth Miss and the other two girls, she had to be tied up. "Sister Shi Liu, we didn't prepare when we came down today. Look, the three of us are wearing tight long qipaos. Isn't it a bit inconvenient to practice martial arts like this? Why don't you untie us first, let us change into short and capable clothes like my third sister, and then tie us up to practice, okay?" After Fourth Miss and the other two girls were tied up, they all had the same thought: it was a bit inconvenient to practice martial arts while wearing these gorgeous qipaos and jumping around. Although the slits of the qipaos were very high and did not hinder the free movement of their legs, looking at their bulging chests and the ropes tightly bound around them, they always felt a bit awkward practicing martial arts in this attire. Shi Liu seemed to have anticipated this question from Fourth Miss and the others. She giggled and said, "It's okay. When Mo Ya and the others first started... Oh, right, your third sister also started wearing floor-length dresses and tight qipaos like yours when she was tied up and practicing. Our qipaos have very high slits, which won't affect your basic leg-kicking movements. Besides... hehe... you are all dxd members under the guise of wealthy young ladies. When you are fighting wits and courage with enemies, you are in danger at all times. Perhaps if you are accidentally captured, you will be dressed even more beautifully than you are now, hehe... The enemies won't be polite to you when they capture you, and let you change clothes? They will definitely tie you up directly. Therefore, this kind of practice is very necessary. Moreover, today we are only doing some basic leg-kicking and leg-stretching exercises. Alright, let's begin." Fourth Miss and the others thought about it. It was indeed possible that they would be captured like this. Qin Yu felt it even more deeply. When she assassinated Wu Shibao, she was dressed as a hostess. The qipao for hostesses had slits not much different from this, and she was captured by secret agents while wearing a beautiful pink silk qipao and tied up in a five-flower knot. If she had possessed these leg skills, even if she were tied up, it would have been possible to kick several enemies to death. The training began on the lawn. Fourth Miss, Li Wan Zhen, and Qin Yu all had some basic martial arts skills. Although Third Miss had been practicing for a few days, her leg kicks were still not as high as theirs. They encouraged each other and practiced diligently. Although their hands were tied behind their backs, they were happy and enjoyed themselves.