God-Tier Tycoon: Starting with a Bondage System

The interface flickered, and lines of text appeared: [Host: Chen Mo] [Level: Lv.0 (Novice)] [Skills: None] [Items: None] [Current Mission: Complete First Bondage Practice] [Mission Objective: Use ropes to fully restrain an adult female for no less than 30 minutes. The target must remain conscious and physically intact.] [Mission Reward: ¥500,000 cash, Novice Gift Pack ×1] [Mission Deadline: 24 hours] [Failure Penalty: Annihilation] Chen Mo stared at the word "Annihilation," a chill crawling down his spine. What was this? A prank app? A virus? Or... He pressed the Home button hard, trying to exit. It didn't work. He pressed the power button, no effect. Even when he tried to shut it down completely, the screen remained lit, the blood-red characters seeming to burn. "What the hell..." he muttered to himself. The interface continued to change: [Novice Tip: System has detected Host has scheduled a potential target, "Lin Xueqing." It is recommended to utilize this date to complete the mission.] [Tip: The target has a strong desire for money. This can be leveraged to achieve a voluntary agreement.] [Tip: The mission scoring system will comprehensively evaluate technical execution, aesthetic presentation, and target's reaction. A score of 90 or above will unlock additional rewards.] [Countdown initiated: 23:59:47...] Chen Mo stood under the streetlight, watching the incessantly ticking countdown, a wave of dizziness washing over him. A bondage system? Restraint? A reward of half a million? This was beyond his comprehension. But the ¥80,000 in his account was real, and Lin Xueqing agreeing to meet him was also real. Lin Xueqing took a deep breath. "Ten thousand upfront, another ten thousand when we're done," she said. "If you make me uncomfortable, I'll scream. If you dare to do anything extra, I'll call the police and report you for unlawful detention and extortion." "Deal." Chen Mo extended his hand. Lin Xueqing looked at his hand, hesitated for a moment, then took it. Her hand was soft, cool, and trembling slightly. Chen Mo could feel his palm sweating. For the first restraint, Chen Mo chose the 'behind-the-back bind'. He had Lin Xueqing sit on the edge of the bed, her back to him, her hands clasped behind her back. "Bring your wrists together, palms facing outwards," he instructed, his voice a little hoarse. Lin Xueqing complied. Her shoulders were forced back, causing her chest to push forward more. The black slip dress stretched taut in this position, outlining her alluring curves. Chen Mo took a deep breath and picked up the rope. He started with her wrists. A single column tie, a move he had practiced all afternoon. The rope wrapped around her wrists, the deep red hemp rope making her skin appear exceptionally fair. He carefully adjusted the tightness, leaving just enough space for a finger. "Tight?" "...It's okay," Lin Xueqing's voice trembled slightly. Then came her arms. He wound the rope upwards from her wrists, around her forearms, and secured it above her elbows. This was a variation of a double column tie, restricting arm movement while avoiding the nerve-rich inner elbow area. Lin Xueqing's breathing became rapid. Chen Mo could smell her perfume, faint, like some kind of floral or fruity scent. His fingers inevitably brushed against her skin, the inner wrists, the outer forearms, warm and soft. "Don't touch me unnecessarily," Lin Xueqing murmured. "I'm not," Chen Mo replied, but the tips of his ears were burning. He continued his work. The rope extended from her arms to her shoulders, crossing behind her back to form a simple harness, a technique he had learned from videos to secure the upper body. Lin Xueqing was now completely immobilized. Her hands were bound behind her back, her shoulders forced back, her chest pushed forward, her entire body presented in a posture of forced openness. "How does it feel?" Chen Mo asked, moving to the front to check the tightness of the ropes. Lin Xueqing looked up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, her breathing hurried. Beneath the black slip dress, her chest rose and fell noticeably. "It's strange," she said. "It's tight, but..." "But what?" "But it's not uncomfortable." She averted her gaze. "What are you going to do next?" Chen Mo looked at her bound form, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. The campus belle who had been so aloof yesterday was now sitting in front of him, tied up by him, unable to move, forced to look at him. This sense of control was more addictive than he had imagined. "Next," he said, "are your legs." He crouched down and picked up another bundle of rope. The sun had already peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a glow on the bedside when Chen Mo woke up. He squinted, reaching for his phone and checking the time – 10:27 AM. Then, he saw the bank notification, and his mind instantly cleared. Account Balance: ¥581,127.5. Half a million. It had actually arrived. He shot up from the bed, opening the system interface. On the black background, blood-red text clearly displayed: [Host: Chen Mo] [Level: Lv.1 (Novice)] [Skills: None (Skill book not used)] [Items: Mastery of Rope Arts (Beginner) Skill Book x1, Specially Made Rope (High Quality) x3] [Current Mission: Complete Hogtie Practice] [Mission Objective: Use the Hogtie technique to fully restrain an adult female for no less than 45 minutes, including the use of a gag and foot sole stimulation.] [Mission Reward: Mastery of Rope Arts (Intermediate) Skill Book x1, Cash ¥1,000,000] [Mission Deadline: 48 hours] [Failure Penalty: Confiscation of all assets] Chen Mo stared at the "Confiscation of all assets," a chill running down his spine. But more than the penalty, he was focused on the mission content. Hogtie. Gag. Foot sole stimulation. He opened his browser to search for "Hogtie," and the images that appeared made him gasp – the restrained person was prone, wrists and ankles bound behind their back, their body forced into an extreme arch, like a drawn bow. This binding method was extremely restrictive, almost completely stripping away the ability to move. And the mission explicitly required "gagging" and "foot sole stimulation." Chen Mo felt his throat go dry. This was far more complex than the previous wrist restraint, and… more stimulating. He clicked on the skill book option, and the system prompted: "Use [Mastery of Rope Arts (Beginner)]?" "Yes." In an instant, a flood of information poured into his mind. Names of various knots, how to tie them, their applications, human nerve distribution maps, safety precautions, and even a muscle memory-like feel for operating his hands. Chen Mo looked down at his hands, feeling they had become much more nimble. He picked up the rope by his pillow – the "Specially Made Rope" rewarded by the system. It felt much softer than ordinary climbing rope, but was more resilient, and its color was a deep wine red. Chen Mo looped it around his fingers, forming the starting position for a single column tie. The movement was fluid, executed in one go, making him seem like a different person from the clumsy novice of yesterday. "Time to contact her." He opened WeChat and found Lin Xueqing's profile picture. After they parted last night, she had accepted the final ¥10,000 payment and then blocked him – or rather, she tried to block him, but Chen Mo had added a note to the transfer: "Next time, ¥30,000. Add me back when you've thought about it." As expected, at 2 AM, her friend request was approved. Chen Mo typed: "Tonight, same place, ¥30,000. But the requirements are more than last time." The other person was typing... They typed for a long time. Then replied: "What requirements?" "More complex binding, no talking, might involve tickling. But I guarantee safety, and you can stop anytime." Another long wait. "¥50,000," Lin Xueqing replied, "And I want to see if your skills have improved first. Your tying last time was too ugly." "These are... for stimulating the soles of your feet," he said. "Are you ticklish?" "You're going to tickle my feet?!" Lin Xueqing's eyes widened. "Chen Mo, don't push it too far!" "Fifty thousand," Chen Mo said. "And you can call stop anytime. The safe word is 'red.' Say it, and I'll release you immediately." Lin Xueqing bit her lip, clearly in the throes of an intense internal struggle. "Also," Chen Mo added, "I'll be taking videos. No faces, just close-ups of the ropes and parts of your body. I'll keep the videos, they won't be shared." "No!" Lin Xueqing refused immediately. "Absolutely not!" "Then add another twenty thousand," Chen Mo said. "Seventy thousand, tonight. I'll store the videos on an encrypted hard drive, not even on cloud storage. If you're not comfortable, you can watch me save them and set a password afterward." Lin Xueqing looked at him, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Where did you get so much money?" "That's none of your concern," Chen Mo said. "Just tell me, are you in or out?" The room was silent for a long time. Lin Xueqing's gaze flickered between Chen Mo's face, the ropes on the bedside table, and the black ball gag. Her fingers twisted together unconsciously, her knuckles turning white. "Seventy thousand, with forty thousand as a deposit upfront," she said. "And I want to try the restraints first. If it's uncomfortable, I won't do the rest." "Deal." Chen Mo transferred forty thousand on the spot. Lin Xueqing looked at the deposit notification on her phone and took a deep breath. "Let's begin." The first part was the trial binding. Chen Mo had her lie face down on the bed, hands at her sides. "The key to the hogtie," he said as he prepared the ropes, "is the connection points at the wrists and ankles. This position needs to be precise. Too tight, and it will compress the wrist joints; too loose, and it loses its binding effect." He first secured her wrists with a single column tie, hands bound behind her back. His movements were much smoother than last time, the knots neat and aesthetically pleasing, the tension just right. "How do your hands feel?" "...Better than last time," Lin Xueqing's voice was muffled, her face buried in the pillow. Next were the ankles. Chen Mo had her bend her knees, lifting her calves, and then wrapped the rope around her ankles, also with a single column tie. Beneath the white athletic shorts, her calf muscles were firm, her skin smooth. Chen Mo brought the ends of the ropes together and began the most crucial step – the connection. "This position," he explained as he worked, "is called a hogtie. The wrists and ankles are bound together behind your back, about... " he measured, "... fifteen centimeters apart. This will form a triangle with your arms and legs, forcing your body to arch backward." The moment the rope tightened, Lin Xueqing let out a muffled groan. Her body was forcibly lifted, her chest leaving the bed, her waist sinking to form a seductive curve. The white athletic wear contrasted sharply with the deep red rope, creating a more stimulating visual effect than the black dress from last time. "Is it tight?" "...Tight," Lin Xueqing's voice trembled slightly. "I can't move." "This is the characteristic of the hogtie," Chen Mo said. "You completely cannot roll over, cannot use your hands to support yourself, and cannot even turn your head significantly. If there were a fire or an earthquake, you'd have to wait for me to rescue you." He felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he said this. Lin Xueqing tried to struggle, but as he said, she was completely unable to break free. Her body was forced to maintain that arched position, her chest rising and falling, her breathing becoming rapid. Shen Qingqiu’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the few pages of paper. The terms of the agreement were starkly concise, almost cruel: Party A, Chen Mo, would pay Party B, Shen Qingqiu, six hundred thousand yuan, ostensibly as a "private loan." Party B agreed to participate in Party A’s "rope art experience project" under conditions of complete voluntariness, safety, and control, for a duration not exceeding two hours. Party A promised to refrain from any sexual contact, and Party B retained the right to terminate at any time. She looked up, her voice dry, "Will this… really work? If I report you afterward…" Chen Mo smiled, a flicker of mockery in his eyes. "You can report me. But the transfer records and this agreement will make it look like a mere financial dispute, not a criminal case. Moreover," he paused, his voice as light as idle chatter, "your father needs to pay the surgical deposit tomorrow, doesn't he? Are you sure you want to take that risk?" Shen Qingqiu’s lips turned pale from biting. She thought of the frail, aged figure in the hospital, her throat feeling as if something were lodged there. Finally, she lowered her head and signed her name on the agreement. The handwriting was shaky, like her wavering heart at that moment. Chen Mo initiated the transfer on the spot. His phone vibrated, and the notification for the six hundred thousand yuan deposit popped up. Shen Qingqiu stared at the screen, exhaled a long breath, and felt as if all her strength had been drained. Her shoulders slumped involuntarily. "Now," Chen Mo stood up and pulled a bundle of deep red ropes from his bag, "take off your clothes." Shen Qingqiu’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. "The agreement clearly stated…" "Not completely naked," Chen Mo interrupted, his tone calm but unyielding. "But your t-shirt and jeans are too thick; they'll affect how the ropes conform. You can keep your underwear on. Or," he pulled out a white hotel bathrobe from his bag and tossed it to her, "wear this. Keep it open when I tie you." The bathrobe was soft and loose, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent. Shen Qingqiu caught it, her palms icy. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Chen Mo, then at the pile of vibrantly colored ropes. Finally, she walked into the bathroom without a word. Five minutes later, she emerged. The bathrobe hung loosely on her body, the neckline gaping open, revealing a large expanse of fair chest and delicate collarbones. Her skin was almost translucent under the light, the faint blue veins visible beneath. Her shoulders were bare, their lines soft and slender. The hem of the bathrobe swayed gently with her steps, her calves and ankles peeking out, like a deliberately minimalist painting. "Turn around, face away from me," Chen Mo said. Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath and slowly turned. Her back was straight, her shoulder blades subtly protruding beneath her skin, like a pair of butterfly wings poised to take flight but held captive. Chen Mo picked up the first rope, his fingers skillfully caressing its texture. "This is called a single column tie," he said, his voice steady, as if explaining in a class. "The most basic technique, used to secure wrists or ankles." As the rope wrapped around her wrist, the deep red hemp formed a stark contrast with her pale skin. His fingertips inevitably brushed against the delicate skin of her inner wrist, so tender she could almost feel the faint throb of her pulse. Shen Qingqiu’s body gave a slight tremor. "Tight?" "...It's okay." Her voice was a mere whisper, yet it carried a suppressed tremor. Chen Mo didn't pause. The rope tightened abruptly. The hemp dug deeply into her flesh, and Shen Qingqiu gasped, her wrist immediately indenting. The surrounding skin and flesh were squeezed into a slight bulge, and a vivid red mark quickly appeared. "Does it hurt?" "A little… it feels constricting." She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice calm. "Bear with it," Chen Mo said. "A futomomo tie requires reliable anchor points, and the wrists are the starting point." He brought her hands behind her back, crossed them, and began to wrap the rope around them, securing them tightly. Shen Qingqiu's shoulders were forced back, her chest arching forward. The neckline of the bathrobe stretched wider, the edge of her black bra peeking out. The air seemed to thicken with a palpable tension. "What… are you looking at?" She sensed his gaze, her voice tightening, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural redness. "Your reaction," Chen Mo chuckled softly. "Calmer than I expected. I thought you'd cry." "I won't cry in front of you," she managed to squeeze out, almost through gritted teeth. Chen Mo didn't reply, merely smiled, and picked up the second rope. The essence of the futomomo tie lay in shaping the chest. His movements were slow and focused, starting from her neck, the rope weaving over her collarbones, creating a complex yet regular pattern across her chest. Each wrap adhered precisely to her skin, leaving faint indentations. "This knot is called a 'rope bra'," he explained in a low voice as he worked, as if soothing or perhaps teasing. "The rope passes under the armpits, forming a support beneath the breasts, lifting them upwards. You'll feel pressure, but your breathing won't be obstructed—provided you relax." The moment the rope tightened, Shen Qingqiu let out a suppressed groan. The deep red hemp sank deeply into the soft flesh of her chest, leaving striking red marks on her fair skin. The black bra was sharply outlined by the ropes, her breasts forcibly lifted, their shape becoming fuller and more alluring. The cleavage, squeezed by the ropes, appeared deep and captivating. "It's too tight…" Her voice trembled. "I can't breathe…" "Deep breaths," Chen Mo's palm gently pressed against her back. "Get used to it slowly. The ropes have some give; they'll loosen a bit after a while." He continued downwards, the rope encircling her waist, creating a diamond pattern on her abdomen, then extending to her inner thighs, where it was securely knotted. The bathrobe had long since slipped to her feet. Shen Qingqiu was left in only her black underwear, her entire body encased in a deep red rope net, like a meticulously carved, sacrificial work of art. The ropes made faint rustling sounds as they rubbed against her skin, each subtle movement bringing a new sensation of pressure. "Final step, connection." Chen Mo connected the wrist ropes to the anchor point at her waist, forcing her body to lean back slightly. Her hands were fixed tightly behind her waist, rendering her completely immobile. "This is a complete futomomo tie," he stepped back two paces, his gaze slowly sweeping over her body. "Now, you can't move at all. Wrists, waist, chest… every part is controlled. You can't even bend over." Shen Qingqiu tried to struggle, and the ropes immediately emitted a "creak" of friction, digging even deeper into her flesh. She was forced to maintain a posture of arched chest and tucked abdomen. With every breath, she clearly felt the presence of the ropes, like countless invisible hands gently squeezing her. "Are you… going to tie me like this for two hours?" Her voice finally betrayed a clear note of fear. "I won't be able to stand it…" "You won't die," Chen Mo picked up a soft feather, twirling it between his fingers. "But it will be very uncomfortable. Especially if you struggle." The feather lightly brushed her armpit. Shen Qingqiu’s body jolted as if electrocuted, and she cried out, "Ah! Don't… don't touch there!" "Ticklish?" Chen Mo's smile deepened. "I didn't expect a highly educated woman to have such a sensitive spot." The feather fell again, this time landing on her side. Shen Qingqiu writhed, but the ropes held her fast, leaving her to helplessly endure the maddening, tingling sensation. It shot through her nerves like an electric current, causing every pore on her body to contract. "Stop… please…" Her voice changed, shifting from cold resistance to a tearful plea. Chen Mo didn't stop. The feather drifted downwards along her body, sweeping across her inner thighs – a place with dense nerves, sensitive to the point of cruelty. "No… don't…" Tears finally slid from behind Shen Qingqiu's gold-rimmed glasses. "Not there…" "Where not?" He deliberately slowed his movements, the feather hovering at her inner thighs. "Here? Or here?" With each "here," the feather moved to a different spot. Shen Qingqiu cried harder, her body twisting helplessly within the rope net. This only made the ropes tighten further, bringing more intense pressure and stimulation. Tears blurred her vision, her chest heaved violently, and the rope marks deepened. "I… I was wrong…" she choked out, "I shouldn't have insulted you… shouldn't have looked down on you… Please stop…" "What was wrong?" "Being self-righteous…" Her voice was intermittent, like torn paper. "I thought I was nobler than others… but actually… I'm also doing this for money… for that six hundred thousand…" For the next hour and more, the Eternal Rope wove an exquisite and cruel net upon her. From her neck to her chest, the ropes formed a diamond pattern around her breasts, lifting them upwards, forcing her tender nipples to stand out prominently. Her abdomen was covered in a grid, her waist cinched even tighter. The bindings around her hips and private parts were both shameful and constricting. Her thighs, calves, and even her ankles were wrapped in layers. Finally, he had her kneel on the bed, her hands tied behind her back and connected to her ankles, forming a complete hogtie. Her body was forced to arch backward, her chest thrust high, her legs spread wide, her private parts completely exposed to the air. The interwoven ropes across her body formed a decadent yet aesthetically pleasing pattern, the red marks a stark contrast against her pale skin. "Finished," Chen Mo stepped back a few paces, admiring his work in silence. Lin Xueqing knelt on the bed, like a meticulously wrapped gift. The ropes dug deeply into her flesh, each breath bringing pressure and friction. Her breasts were squeezed and misshapen, her vulva swollen in the rope grooves, with faint traces of glistening moisture visible. Chen Mo silently recited in his mind, "System, use [Absolute Obedience (Beginner)] on the target." An invisible wave quietly spread, enveloping Lin Xueqing. Her eyes gradually changed, from the initial shame and anger to a hazy compliance. Her body no longer felt stiff, her breathing became long and steady, even tinged with a hint of anticipation. "How do you feel?" he asked. "...Very good," Lin Xueqing's voice was surprisingly calm, yet carried a soft, sweet tone. "The ropes... are very tight... but... it feels so good..." "Do you want me to touch you?" "Yes..." she answered instinctively, then seemed to startle, her face flushing crimson again, but she didn't retract her words. "No... I... I don't know..." "Look at me." Chen Mo approached, lifting her chin with his finger. "I ask you, are you willing to make love with me? Not for money, but for yourself. Are you willing?" Lin Xueqing's eyes struggled for a brief moment, that struggle quickly swallowed by the skill's effect, replaced by naked desire. "I am willing..." her voice trembled slightly, but was incredibly clear. "I want... I want you... inside me..." Chen Mo smiled with satisfaction. The skill had taken effect. He unbuckled his belt, revealing his already erect cock. "Use your mouth," he commanded. "Like last time, but this time, it's for yourself. Because you want it, right?" Lin Xueqing's eyes were hazy as she crawled forward on her knees, parting her rosy lips. This time, her movements were no longer awkward or hesitant. She tended to him like a devout worshipper serving a deity, her tongue skillfully coiling, licking, and sucking, sometimes taking him deep, sometimes teasing him gently, emitting muffled, satisfied hums. "Mmm... mmm... it's so hot..." she panted, her voice trembling with moisture. Chen Mo closed his eyes, feeling the complete submission. The skill allowed Lin Xueqing to completely let go, all shame suppressed, leaving only primal desire and the urge to please. Twenty minutes later, he ejaculated. Lin Xueqing swallowed everything. When she looked up, there were still traces around her mouth, but she offered a satisfied and dependent smile. "Did I... do good?" "Very good," Chen Mo said. "But this is just the beginning." He pushed her down onto the bed, loosening some of the ropes to allow her legs to spread, but still keeping her hands bound behind her back. "Next, I'm going to truly possess you." Lin Xueqing's face burned like fire, but her eyes were filled with longing. "Are... are you going to enter me..." "Yes." Chen Mo spread her legs, which were slightly parted by the ropes, and looked at her glistening path. "I want you to be penetrated by me while you're still bound. Tell me, do you want it?" "I want it... please..." Lin Xueqing panted, her voice soft as if it might melt. "I want... Master... to enter me..." Chen Mo thrust his hips forward and entered her. "Ah—!" Lin Xueqing let out a long scream, her body tensing violently, the ropes digging deeper into her flesh. "So deep... ah... so full..." She couldn't move, only passively endure every thrust. The ropes rubbed against her skin, nipples, and clitoris, bringing double, even triple stimulation. Pleasure surged through her in waves. "Ah... ah... bind me... don't untie me... just like this... it feels so good..." she cried out, tears streaming down her face, tears of ecstasy. "The ropes are so tight... you're inside me... I can't do anything... I can only... only be fucked by you... ah—!" As he pumped in and out, Chen Mo asked in a low voice, "What does it feel like now?" "It feels... like I'm flying..." Lin Xueqing stammered, her voice choked with sobs. "Bound by ropes... filled by you... I... I am completely yours now... ah... it's coming... please... let me climax... Master..." "Beg me." "Please... let me climax... ah—!" He quickened his pace, the ropes creating suggestive sounds as they rubbed against their joining. Lin Xueqing's body convulsed violently, finally reaching orgasm with a scream, her vagina contracting tightly, her clitoris throbbing in the rope groove, her entire being almost fainting. Chen Mo also released deep within her. Afterward, their sweat mingled, and they lay entangled, panting. Lin Xueqing's eyes were hazy as she murmured, "I... I can never go back... this feeling of being bound, of being completely possessed... it's too addictive..." She knew, from this moment on, she could never escape. Not because of money, but because of the soul-shattering pleasure of complete submission. [Mission Complete: Skill Test] [Score: Technical Completion 92%, Skill Application 96%, Target Submission 95%] [Reward: 200,000 cash, Skill Proficiency Increased] Chen Mo transferred the two hundred thousand, then slowly untied the Eternal Rope from her body. But the rope marks and memories were deeply etched into her body and soul. He knew she would return, again and again. Chen Mo emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a robe, holding three bundles of Eternal Rope. "Undress," he commanded. Tang Tang shed her robe, standing naked before him. Her body was even more perfect than he'd seen in the KTV – young, firm, untouched. Her breasts were not large but perfectly shaped, her waist slender, her hips rounded, her legs straight, and her pubic area bore only a small patch of dark hair. "Kneel." Tang Tang knelt, tilting her head up to look at Chen Mo. Chen Mo untied his robe, revealing his erect penis. "Use your mouth. I'll teach you." Tang Tang hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took him in. Her technique was indeed clumsy, but there was a strange piety to it. She was like a student learning, her tongue licking awkwardly, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes deep, sometimes retreating. Tears welled in her eyes, not from discomfort, but from concentration. "Yes, like that," Chen Mo murmured, stroking her hair. "Deeper. Circle with your tongue." Tang Tang complied. Her mouth was small, stretched to its limit, saliva trickling down her chin, but she didn't stop, only worked harder. Ten minutes later, Chen Mo was fully hard but not yet ready to ejaculate. "Enough," he said. "Lie down on the bed." Tang Tang lay on the bed, her hands placed at her sides. Chen Mo began to tie her. This was a straight-arm bind, more restrictive than a reverse-hand tie. He had her extend her arms fully behind her back, then bound her wrists, forearms, and elbows with rope, creating a straight line. This position was agonizing; her arms could not bend at all, her chest was forced to arch forward, and her breathing was restricted. "Tight... " Tang Tang's voice trembled. "It's too tight... My arms hurt..." "Endure it," Chen Mo said. "The more you struggle, the tighter the rope gets." He continued to tie her, the rope extending from her arms to her shoulders, forming a complex harness across her back, then down to her waist, where it tightened, before knotting at her inner thighs and finally binding her ankles together, keeping her legs pressed shut. Tang Tang was now completely immobilized. Her hands were bound straight behind her back, her legs together, her body forced into an arch, like a trussed-up shrimp. Her chest heaved violently, her face flushed from restricted breathing, and tears streamed down her face. "It hurts..." she cried. "It hurts so much..." "It won't hurt for long," Chen Mo said. "Soon, you'll only feel me." He parted her legs, the rope digging into her labia, revealing the untouched entrance. She was already wet, whether from the excitement of the oral sex or from the fear and anticipation now. "I'm going in," Chen Mo said. "Your first time, sold to me." "Mmm..." Tang Tang sobbed, nodding. "I'm yours... sold to you..." Chen Mo thrust his hips forward and entered. "Ah—!" Tang Tang let out a long scream, her body tensing violently, the ropes tightening further. "So... so full... so deep..." Her hymen tore, and blood trickled down her thighs, but she didn't cry out to stop. She only wept, writhed, and in the pain, felt a strange satisfaction. Chen Mo began to thrust, each stroke causing the ropes to rub against her clitoris, delivering a dual stimulation. Tang Tang's screams gradually turned into moans, the pain into pleasure, the tears into ecstasy. "Ah... ah..." she moaned. "So... so good... Tie me... Don't untie me... Just like this... Possess me..." Chen Mo quickened his pace, the ropes rustling between them. Tang Tang's body trembled violently, then tensed, and she let out a long scream: "Ah—! Here it comes—!" Her climax was intense and prolonged, her body spasming within the ropes, her vagina contracting tightly, pulling Chen Mo to his own orgasm. He ejaculated deep inside her, his hot semen filling her virgin womb. They panted, sweat mingling, the ropes digging deeply into her flesh, leaving permanent marks. "I... I'm yours now..." Tang Tang murmured, her eyes hazy. "My first time... sold to you... From now on... I'll always be yours..." Chen Mo untied her and pulled her into his arms. Six hundred thousand. The price for her night, for her first time, for her eternal submission. "Game time," Chen Mo said, "I'll give you a chance – a chance at freedom." He produced three envelopes from behind him and tossed them in front of them: "Each envelope contains a bank card with one million dollars. The game is simple: I will bind each of you in three different ways. You have two hours. Whoever can untie themselves will get the million dollars, and for the rest of the night, they will have free rein. They can even leave the ship and call a helicopter." "Those who can't untie themselves..." he paused, a smirk playing on his lips, "will spend the night tied up on deck. Perhaps, if I'm in a good mood tomorrow morning, I'll release you." The three women exchanged glances, hope igniting in their eyes. "Really... we can untie ourselves?" Lin Xueqing asked. "Really," Chen Mo replied. "But I must warn you, these three binding methods are advanced rope techniques. If you can untie them, you walk away with a million dollars. If you can't..." He walked up to Lin Xueqing and cupped her chin: "You will learn what true despair is." First: Su Wan, Straight Arm Bind. "A dancer's flexibility is excellent. The straight arm bind is perfect for you." Chen Mo had Su Wan kneel in the center of the deck, her arms extended straight behind her, palms facing each other. He used Eternal Rope to first secure her wrists, tightening it forcefully to make her arms form a perfectly straight line. Then, the rope wound upwards, binding her elbows, and continued up her upper arms, wrapping several times. "The essence of the straight arm bind," Chen Mo explained as he tied, "is to make the arms completely immobile. Your shoulder joints will be forced backward, and with every breath, you'll feel both pain and the thrill of restraint." "Ah... so tight..." Su Wan frowned, trying to move. Her arms felt welded in place, utterly incapable of bending. Chen Mo didn't stop. He continued to bind her chest with the rope, tightening it at the cleavage, then downwards to secure her waist and thighs. Finally, he left her kneeling there, arms stretched straight behind her, her body forced into an upright posture. "Your escape tool," Chen Mo tossed her a small pair of scissors, "but the scissors are behind you, and your fingers can't reach them. You can try to rub them on the floor, or bite them, but remember—" He patted her face: "Two hours. Start now." Su Wan immediately began to struggle, attempting to reach the scissors behind her with her teeth. However, the straight arm bind made her body unable to twist significantly, and each attempt sent a sharp intake of breath through her as pain shot through her. Second: Shen Qingqiu, Japanese Back High-Hand Bind. "Teacher Shen is intellectual and elegant. The Japanese back high-hand bind perfectly suits your temperament." Chen Mo had Shen Qingqiu stand up, her arms behind her, wrists crossed. He first used rope to bind her wrists, tying a complex knot. Then, the rope wound upwards, wrapping around her elbows, securing her arms tightly behind her back in a "W" shape. "The essence of Japanese rope bondage is the balance between aesthetics and pain," Chen Mo said. "See, the ropes cross behind your back like a work of art, but your arms are completely immobilized, and—" He tightened the chest rope: "Your breasts are constricted, your breathing is restricted. The longer it goes, the more uncomfortable you'll become." Shen Qingqiu tried to struggle and found the Japanese back high-hand bind even more terrifying than the straight arm bind. Her arms were completely fixed behind her, her wrists and elbows locked so tightly by the rope that there wasn't even a sliver of space. "Your tool." Chen Mo tossed her a thin piece of wire. "The knots in Japanese bondage are easiest to pick with wire. But the problem is—" He dropped the wire at her feet: "You have to bend down to pick it up first. And when you bend down, the rope on your chest will tighten even more. Two hours. Good luck." Shen Qingqiu immediately bent down to pick up the wire, but the rope net on her chest instantly tightened, constricting her breath. She painstakingly reached the wire with her fingertips, but as she tried to straighten up, she found that the angle of her arms made it impossible to manipulate the wire to pick the knots. Third: Lin Xueqing, Deck Suspension Bind. "Lin, the campus beauty, you're the highlight of tonight." Chen Mo had Lin Xueqing stand in the center of the deck, with a suspension frame above her head. He first used rope to bind her chest, tightening it at the cleavage to form a "chest harness." Then, the rope went downwards, binding her hips and thighs to form a "seat harness." "Suspension is the most difficult rope art," Chen Mo said. "Because once you're suspended, your entire weight is borne by the ropes. Blood circulation is impeded, and the longer it goes, the more painful it becomes. And—" He pulled the rope, and Lin Xueqing's body slowly lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air, her legs hanging naturally, her arms bound behind her back. "You can't leverage anything. In the air, you can't even kick your legs." Lin Xueqing gasped as she found herself truly suspended, only the ropes on her chest and hips supporting her weight. That feeling of complete control instantly made her wet. "Your tool." Chen Mo tossed her a small blade, but the blade was hanging on a rope about a meter below her feet. "The blade is below you. You'll have to find a way to bend down to get it, but when you bend down, the chest rope will tighten even more, and—" He patted her buttocks: "If you fall, your own weight will choke you. So, be careful." Lin Xueqing tried to bend down, but suspended as she was, she couldn't control her center of gravity. Every twist made the ropes dig deeper into her body, and the constriction on her chest made it difficult to breathe. Chen Mo sat back in his lounge chair, lit a cigarette, and watched the three women begin to struggle. Su Wan knelt on the ground, trying to reach the scissors behind her with her teeth, but the straight arm bind made her body as stiff as a board. Every turn of her head sent a sharp pain through her shoulder joint. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing grew increasingly rapid. Shen Qingqiu held the wire, attempting to pick at the knots on her wrists. However, the knots in the Japanese back high-hand bind were complex, and her fingers were bound behind her back, making it impossible to see the location of the knots. She tried several times, the wire pricking her own wrists, bringing tears to her eyes. Lin Xueqing was the most miserable. Suspended, every twist caused the suspension ropes to rub against her sensitive areas, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable, making it impossible for her to concentrate on reaching the blade below her feet. Furthermore, in her suspended state, blood began to pool in her lower body, causing her head to feel oxygen-deprived, her consciousness gradually blurring. "Thirty minutes have passed," Chen Mo glanced at his watch. "It seems none of you are up to it." "Chen Mo... this is impossible to untie..." Su Wan cried, "My hands can't reach..." "That's your problem," Chen Mo said. "A million dollars is right in front of you. If you can't get it, blame your own inadequacy." He looked at Shen Qingqiu again: "Teacher Shen, aren't you highly educated? Can't even untie a knot?" Shen Qingqiu gritted her teeth and continued to pick at the knot with the wire, but the knot was too tight, and her fingers lacked strength. The wire slipped away again and again. Lin Xueqing had already given up struggling. Suspended, she could only twist her body gently, letting the rope rub against her, seeking a bit of pleasure to alleviate the pain. An hour passed. Su Wan's shoulders were numb. The straight-arm bind had impaired blood circulation in her arms, and her fingers began to turn purple. She knelt there in despair, knowing she couldn't escape tonight. Shen Qingqiu's wrists were already bleeding from being poked by the wire, but the knot remained unmoved. Each loop of the Japanese rear-hand high-bind was interlocked with the others; without help, it was impossible to untie it herself. Lin Xueqing had entered a state of delirium. The lack of oxygen from being suspended and the friction of the ropes made her tremble uncontrollably, leaving her without the strength to even cry for help. "Time's up," Chen Mo stood up and walked in front of them. "It seems no one can get this million." He walked up to Su Wan and untied her straight-arm bind. Su Wan's arms were stiff, and when he lowered them, the pain made her scream. "You lost," Chen Mo said. "Tonight, you will be re-bound and spend the night on the deck." He then walked to Shen Qingqiu. Instead of untying her Japanese rear-hand high-bind, he added more ropes, binding her legs together as well, leaving her lying on the ground like a zongzi. "You lost too." Finally, he walked to Lin Xueqing, untied her suspension, and let her fall to the ground, only to immediately re-bind her. This time, he tied a tighter turtle shell bind and secured her to the railing of the deck. "Three women, all failed," Chen Mo clapped his hands. "So, all three of you will spend the night bound. But don't worry—" He took out three eye masks and put them on them. "I'll be with you. And every hour, I'll 'check' your knots to make sure you don't fall asleep. After all, how can you truly sleep when you're bound for the night?" "Chen Mo... please... untie me..." Lin Xueqing cried. "Beg me?" Chen Mo smiled. "Then show me how you beg. Crawl over and lick my shoes clean. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go in the morning." Three women, in three positions, bound under the starry sky of the high seas, awaited the long night. The system prompt sounded: [Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the "Escape Impossible" mission!] [Mission Evaluation: Perfect (All three targets were unable to escape, struggling for over 2 hours throughout).] [Reward Obtained: Cash 2,000,000 yuan, Skill: Rope Restraint Countermeasure (Beginner), Item: Timer Lock x3] [Rebate Mechanism Settlement: Tonight's rope restraint related expenses (props, venue) totaled 500,000 yuan, rebate 250,000 yuan.] [Current Cash Assets: 11,581,127 yuan] Chen Mo looked at his assets, which had surpassed ten million, then at the three women bound on the ground like bundles. He lit a cigarette. "Tomorrow morning," he said, "I'll give you a second chance. But by then, the bindings will be more difficult, the rewards higher, and the punishment... will be even harsher." The yacht swayed gently in the night, the whimpers of the three women intertwining with the sound of the waves, becoming the most beautiful music of the night. Chen Mo tied a complex knot around the ankles of the two women, binding their legs together – Tang Tang's left leg was tied to Tang Guo's right, and Tang Tang's right leg was tied to Tang Guo's left. This rendered them unable to stand or separate, forcing them into a seated position, back-to-back, like a single, connected sculpture. "Done?" Tang Tang whispered, a sliver of hope in her voice. "No," Chen Mo smiled. "This is just the beginning." He retrieved two gags from the nightstand – black, silicone, with holes for breathing but designed to silence all speech. He approached Tang Tang first, cupping her chin. "Open." Tang Tang hesitated, then parted her lips. Chen Mo inserted the gag and fastened the strap. Her lips were forced apart, unable to close, and saliva immediately began to pool, seeping from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin onto her chest. Then it was Tang Guo's turn. The same procedure, the same gags. Now, both twins were silenced, their mouths unable to form words, only emitting muffled sounds. Saliva continuously streamed from their lips, tracing paths down their chests, their abdomens, and pooling between their pressed-together backs, creating a damp, sticky sheen. "Beautiful," Chen Mo stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now, you can't even speak. You can only feel, only endure, only… feel each other's drool." He adjusted their positions slightly, turning them so they could see each other's faces – two nearly identical faces, both silenced by gags, with saliva trickling from their mouths, their eyes red-rimmed and brimming with tears. Their pathetic vulnerability, their forced shame, made Chen Mo's breath deepen. "You know?" Chen Mo crouched down, wiping the saliva from Tang Tang's lips with his finger, then smearing it onto Tang Guo's chest. "Your saliva is mixed now, flowing from her to you, and from you to her. You can't even separate your bodily fluids. This is true twinship." The twins were forced to witness each other's disheveled state – drooling, their breasts constricted by the ropes, nipples pushed out, their faces streaked with tears. They wanted to speak, to comfort each other, but the gags turned all their attempts into muffled moans. Chen Mo moved behind them and suddenly tightened the rope binding their backs together. "Mmph!" the twins grunted in unison, their bodies forced closer, their backs pressed together, their buttocks touching, their very breaths squeezed into one. Saliva formed a sticky bridge between them, stretching, breaking, and reforming with their tremors. "Feel that?" Chen Mo whispered in their ears. "You are one now. When I tighten the rope, you both hurt; when I loosen it, you both relax. Your saliva mixes, your breaths mix, your shame mixes." His hand slipped between their joined backs, fingers coated in their mingled saliva, then delved into the space between each of their legs. The ropes were woven incredibly tight there, digging into their sensitive flesh. Chen Mo's fingers gently nudged, the ropes chafing, and the twins simultaneously let out a scream-like whimper, their bodies trembling violently. More saliva surged from their mouths, dripping down their chins, creating a moist, lewd puddle between them. "Mmmph…" Tang Tang cried, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the saliva at the edge of her gag. "Mmmph…" Tang Guo followed suit, their tremors perfectly synchronized, like puppets controlled by the same strings. Chen Mo stood and walked to the window, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and slowly savored it, all while admiring the "artwork" on the bed. The twins were bound together, back-to-back, naked, trembling, their faces wet with tears, saliva endlessly flowing from their mouths. The ropes left deep marks on their skin, like red tattoos, chronicling this conquest. The gags prevented them from closing their lips, from swallowing, forcing them to let their saliva run, creating a damp, shameful sheen across their chests, abdomens, and backs. More cruelly, they were forced to witness each other's degradation – seeing their own faces reflected on the other, their saliva mingling, their shame shared. The visual assault intertwined with the physical restraint, blanking their minds, leaving only primal shame and desire. "Lu Xiao." Chen Mo called out. "Yes, Master," Lu Xiao knelt at the doorway, her hands still bound behind her back, faint traces of saliva on her lips. The twins remained in their positions from the night before, bound back-to-back, their bodies marked with rope burns and dried saliva. Chen Mo sat on the edge of the bed, idly playing with a small key in his hand – the key to their shackles, and the ultimate prize for today's game. "We're playing a game today," Chen Mo said. "The key is in my hand, but I'll hide it somewhere in the room. One of you will be the commander, the other will retrieve it. If you get the key and unlock the shackles, you'll have free rein for the rest of the day. If you don't..." He smiled. "You'll stay bound until tomorrow." Tang Tang and Tang Guo exchanged glances, seeing a mix of nervousness and anticipation in each other's eyes. "Now, we'll re-bind you," Chen Mo announced, pulling out new ropes. "This time, not back-to-back, but separated. One on the bed, one on the floor." First, Tang Tang, in a 'four-horse' bind. Chen Mo had her kneel on the bed, face down. Her arms were pulled back and bound tightly at the wrists and elbows, then further secured around her upper arms. The ropes then descended, wrapping around her waist before moving down to her thighs and calves. This wasn't a simple binding; her calves were folded back and secured to her thighs, forcing her into a kneeling position from which she couldn't stand – the 'four-horse' bind. "Ah... this position..." Tang Tang winced, her calves forced into an uncomfortable fold. Her knees bore the full weight of her body, a position that was both painful and humiliating. Chen Mo ignored her complaint and continued. He wrapped five loops of rope around Tang Tang's chest, the material digging deeply into her flesh, making it difficult for her to breathe. Finally, he used a short rope to secure her ankles to the bed frame at the foot of the bed, completely immobilizing her on the mattress, allowing her to writhe only within a limited space. "You can speak, you can command, you can see," Chen Mo whispered in her ear. "But you can see, and you cannot touch. Your sister will be your only hands and feet." Next, Tang Guo, in a straight-arm bind. Chen Mo had her stand by the bed, her arms stretched straight back. Her wrists, elbows, and upper arms were all tightly bound together with rope, forming a rigid, straight line. This posture forced her chest out to its fullest extent and pulled her shoulders back, causing a constant, aching pain. "It hurts..." Tang Guo gasped softly. "Endure it," Chen Mo said, finishing the arm binding. He then proceeded to tie a 'tortoise shell' pattern around her chest, the ropes crisscrossing in a symmetrical design to Tang Tang's chest binding. He then produced an eye mask, covering Tang Guo's eyes, followed by a gag, which he inserted into her mouth and secured with a leather strap. "You cannot see, you cannot speak. You can only listen, and feel," Chen Mo stated. "Your sister will tell you where to go, but whether you listen, and whether you go the right way, depends on your sisterly bond." Finally, the shackles. Chen Mo fastened a pair of cold, heavy iron shackles around Tang Tang's ankles. He then did the same for Tang Guo. A two-meter-long iron chain connected the two shackles. The chain wasn't long, allowing them to shuffle along, but preventing them from separating too far, or from running or jumping. "Now, the toys," Chen Mo announced, taking two remote-controlled vibrators from the bedside table. "These will make things more difficult for you." He inserted one vibrator into Tang Tang, securing it at the base of her thighs with rope. The other was placed inside Tang Guo, similarly secured. "I'll activate these at any time," Chen Mo said, shaking the remote. "When they vibrate, you'll feel itchy, you'll feel desire, you'll be distracted, you'll go the wrong way. And what I'll do is make you find that key amidst your desire and pain." He placed the key on a high stool in a corner of the room, about five meters from the bed. "The game begins," he declared, pressing the remote. The vibrators activated simultaneously. "Tang Tang, you can start commanding. Tang Guo, you can move. Remember, you only have thirty minutes. If I don't see the key in thirty minutes, I'll turn the vibrators to their highest setting and make you climax until you pass out." Tang Tang bit her lip, feeling the vibrations within her, trying desperately to concentrate. She could clearly see the layout of the room, the key on the high stool in the corner, her sister Tang Guo standing by the bed, blindfolded and gagged, like a headless fly. "Guo'er... walk forward three steps..." Tang Tang commanded. "Then turn left..." Tang Guo shuffled her feet with difficulty, the chain clanking. The straight-arm bind made her balance precarious, and she swayed with every step. The vibrator's buzzing made her legs weak. She walked three steps in the direction Tang Tang indicated, then turned left – only to bump directly into the wall. "Bang!" "No! Turn right! Your right!" Tang Tang corrected urgently, but Tang Guo, dizzy from the impact, could only let out a muffled sound, saliva trickling from her lips. Chen Mo sat on the sofa, sipping his whiskey, watching the scene unfold. He occasionally pressed the remote, adjusting the vibrators' intensity. Just as Tang Guo finally found the correct direction, he suddenly cranked Tang Tang's vibrator to its highest setting. "Ah!" Tang Tang couldn't suppress a moan, her command interrupted. "Wait... wait a moment..." Tang Guo, without her sister's guidance, stood frozen and bewildered. She could only continue walking by feel, bumping into the coffee table and hurting her knee. "Twenty minutes remaining," Chen Mo reminded them, simultaneously increasing the intensity of Tang Guo's vibrator by one notch. Tang Guo let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently. The straight-arm bind prevented her from reaching out to steady herself. She could only stand there, chest thrust out, enduring the vibrations within her, her steps becoming even more unsteady. Chen Mo produced a roll of rough Japanese hemp rope from behind him. The dark brown hemp rope exuded a faint scent of tung oil. This rope was harder than silk rope, left marks more easily, and caused more pain when it rubbed, yet it made one exceptionally clear-headed. "Take off your clothes." Chen Mo's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable command. Qing Ci hesitated for a brief second, then began to unbutton her training uniform. The white fabric slid down her body, revealing the light pink lace underwear beneath, which encased her young, firm breasts and rounded hips. "Your panties too." She bit her lip, and finally complied. When the last piece of fabric fell to her feet, she stood completely naked in front of the mirror, instinctively reaching to cover her private parts with her hands, only to have Chen Mo grab her wrists from behind. "Don't cover them." His voice was right behind her ear. "The recording is about to start. In the future, a hundred thousand people will see your body." He pressed a switch on the wall, and the full-length mirror in front of them instantly transformed into a massive screen—connected to a private server, unregulated by any external platform, viewable only by paid members. "Now," Chen Mo's breath tickled her neck, "reverse bondage. Hands behind your back, wrists crossed." Qing Ci took a deep breath and brought her hands behind her waist, right hand on top, left hand below, crossing them into a 'X'. This position involuntarily pushed her chest out, her pink nipples hardening slightly in the air. Chen Mo began to tie the rope. The rope first wrapped around her wrists, loop after loop, crossing and intertwining, tied into a secure knot. The rough hemp rope dug deeply into her skin, her wrists aching from the tightness, but within that pain was a strange sense of security—she was finally completely captured. "Does it hurt?" Chen Mo asked, his fingers gently pressing on her pulse point on the inside of her wrist. "A little..." Qing Ci answered softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Endure it." The rope continued upwards, wrapping around her elbows, pulling her arms back tightly, forcing her shoulders to open, and her chest to lift even higher. Then came the most crucial part—the crotch rope. Chen Mo passed the rope behind her waist, pulling it down, deeply embedding it into her butt crack, then tightening it around her private parts from the front. "Ah—" Qing Ci couldn't help but cry out, her body tensing sharply. The rough rope chafed her tender labia, pressing against her sensitive clitoris, sending waves of electric stimulation through her. It wasn't just pain, but a pleasure mixed with intense shame. "This is called a crotch rope," Chen Mo's voice remained calm, as if explaining something ordinary. "The more you move, the more it rubs. Do you want it?" Qing Ci bit her lip, not answering. But she could clearly feel that she was already wet. Transparent arousal fluid slowly dripped down her inner thighs, leaving a shameful trail on the mirror. Chen Mo didn't give her a chance to escape. He secured the crotch rope at her waist, then connected it to the knot on her wrists, forming a complete linked system—any movement of her wrists would tighten the crotch rope; and when the crotch rope tightened, it would dig deeper into her most sensitive spot. "Kneel." Chen Mo stepped back. "Spread your legs, M-leg spread." Qing Ci tried to kneel, but with her hands bound behind her back, maintaining balance was difficult. She stumbled, but eventually slowly spread her legs and knelt on the carpet. This position exposed her private parts completely in the mirror—her pink labia were spread open by the crotch rope, and arousal fluid continuously seeped from between the strands, glistening seductively under the light. Her clitoris, swollen from prolonged friction, looked like an overripe cherry. Chen Mo picked up a professional camera and aimed it at her. "Private channel, paid membership," he explained. "One hundred thousand viewers, each paying a thousand dollars. The more you get into it, the higher your cut." He pressed the record button. Qing Ci looked at the lens, at that dark, vacant eye, imagining a hundred thousand people simultaneously seeing her like this—bound by ropes, her private parts wet, trembling in front of the camera. Shame washed over her like a tide, yet it only made her more excited. Music started, a strong, rhythmic electronic beat. Qing Ci began to sway her hips. With her hands tied behind her, she could only rely on the strength of her waist and hips to rock from side to side. With each sway, the crotch rope deeply rubbed her clitoris, bringing waves of uncontrollable pleasure. Her breasts also jiggled, her nipples erect, tracing shameful arcs in the air. She swayed faster and faster, more and more engrossed, her arousal fluid increasing, dripping onto the carpet along the rope with faint 'pat' sounds. "Does it feel good?" Chen Mo asked from outside the frame. "Good..." Qing Ci panted, her eyes growing hazy. "But... it's not enough... I want more..." "Want what?" "I want... to be touched... to be tied tighter..." Chen Mo chuckled and walked forward, squatting down. His fingers gently touched her swollen clitoris through the crotch rope. "Here?" "Ah! Yes... there..." Qing Ci screamed, her body tensing sharply, almost reaching orgasm, but Chen Mo stopped her in time. "No orgasms," he said. "The recording isn't over yet. There are two more dances, and more positions." He stood up and picked up another roll of rope. "Next is suspension bondage. I'm going to hang you up, make you completely suspended, so you can feel true helplessness. This way, the audience can see your most authentic self." He walked towards the suspension rings on the ceiling, threaded the rope through the pulley, and connected it to the restraints on Qing Ci's wrists. "Are you ready?" Cash: 500,000,000 Yuan (Five Hundred Million) Skills: [Mastery of Cross-Cultural Bondage] - Unlocks various regional restraint techniques such as Japanese Shibari, Arabian silk rope, and European leather restraints. Items: [Desert Heart-Binding Palace] - Ownership of a penthouse on Dubai's Palm Jumeirah, complete with an aerial garden for rope performance. [Mission Deadline: 7 Days] [Failure Penalty: Deduct 50% of current cash assets, Heart-Binding Island downgraded to "Standard Resort Villa"] Chen Mo's eyes snapped open, the numbers on the system panel causing him to sit up. Five hundred million. More than any previous mission. And the failure penalty was a 50% asset deduction – this meant the system was getting serious. "Dubai..." he murmured, his fingers sliding across the system map. The Middle East, oil, gold, extreme wealth disparity, extreme religious conservatism, extreme taboos. "Master?" Lu Xiao's voice came from beside the bed, where she knelt. "You're awake? Today's new recruit training session..." "Cancel it," Chen Mo said, getting out of bed and walking barefoot towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. He gazed at the azure sky and sea of the volcanic island. "Inform everyone to pack their bags. We're moving." "Moving?" Lu Xiao froze. "Where to?" "No, you're staying," Chen Mo turned, a new ambition burning in his eyes. "I'm going alone this time. The system wants me to hunt a 97-rated woman in Dubai – royalty. Bringing you all would be too conspicuous, too dangerous." He opened the system store, his immense wealth on full display: [Item Purchase: Arabian Royal Grade Gold Silk Rope (Woven with 24K gold thread, +50% softness, +80% shame factor) - Price: 10,000,000 Yuan] [Item Purchase: Burj Al Arab Royal Suite (7-day usage rights, with private helipad) - Price: 15,000,000 Yuan] [Item Purchase: Custom Gold Restraint Set (Handcuffs, leg shackles, collar, inlaid with diamonds, total weight 5kg) - Price: 30,000,000 Yuan] [Skill Purchase: Arabic Mastery (Including regional dialects and royal etiquette) - Price: 5,000,000 Yuan] [Transportation Purchase: Gulfstream G700 (Latest model, direct flight to Dubai, cabin can be converted into a temporary rope room) - Price: 350,000,000 Yuan] [Ding! Expenditure: 410,000,000 Yuan] [Current Cash Assets: -550,000,000 Yuan (Deeply Overdrawn State)] [God-Tier Tycoon Credit Limit: 550,000,000 Yuan used, 450,000,000 Yuan remaining] Chen Mo looked at the negative five hundred million in his account and laughed. This was the system's game – the more you spend, the more you earn. The system had given him a 500 million mission reward, but he'd spent 410 million preparing for this hunt. If he failed, he'd lose everything. But if he succeeded... "This is gambling," he said to the system. "I bet I can bind an Arabian princess." [System Response: Host detected entering "High Risk, High Reward" mode. Hidden buff [God-Tier Tycoon's Confidence] activated - During the mission, host's overdraft limit is doubled, and consumption rebates are 20%.] Three hours later, at the volcanic island's helipad. Chen Mo wore a custom-made white linen suit – Middle Eastern style, loose, breathable, but the lining concealed the gold silk rope. Behind him followed Lin Wan, accompanying him as "legal counsel" (the system allowed one assistant). "I'm leaving the island to you," he said to Lu Xiao. "If I don't return within seven days, or if the system indicates mission failure..." "We will destroy all evidence and disperse," Lu Xiao bowed her head, her voice trembling. "But Master, you will definitely return. You still have more people to bind, a larger empire to build." Chen Mo smiled and patted her head. "Clever."