A bondage enthusiast like me has awakened a Shibari System?

I took a deep breath, double-locked the door, pulled every curtain shut, and dimmed the desk lamp to its softest warm yellow. The computer screen flickered to life. I plugged in my headphones and opened the folder I'd secretly saved for a long time – it was full of meticulously chosen bondage videos. The video began. On screen, a girl in a sheer white dress was slowly being wrapped by a professional rope master. The ropes started from her shoulders, coiling down, forming a perfect diamond pattern of a Kote-kote shibari across her chest. Her hands were hoisted high behind her back, her legs bound tightly together. She struggled gently, the sound of the ropes against her skin coming through my headphones, accompanied by suppressed moans… I watched, mesmerized, my cheeks growing hotter, my heart beating faster. My fingers involuntarily clenched the fabric of my shirt. "If only… I could be tied up like her, completely like this," I murmured, my voice so low I could barely hear it myself. "To be held firmly by ropes, unable to move at all, just… just to feel that sense of helplessness and comfort…" The moment the words left my lips. [Ding! Host's strong desire for restraint detected!] A clear, mechanical yet strangely gentle voice suddenly echoed in my mind. I jolted, almost falling off my chair. The video audio continued in my headphones, but I froze completely. "Who?! Who's speaking?! Is this… a hallucination?" [Host Chen Tangbao, desire match rate 99.7%. Restraint System binding complete. From now on, Host can earn generous item rewards by completing various restraint missions. The system will strictly ensure Host's safety.] My heart pounded, my hands grew cold, and my mind was a chaotic mess. What was this? A prank? A phone virus? Or was I just hallucinating from too much stress? But the voice was so clear, deep within my consciousness. Before I could even process it, the air around me suddenly changed. Faint threads of energy materialized from the void, weaving like countless invisible hands. They quickly condensed, transforming into smooth yet elastic white ropes! The ropes first gently coiled around my wrists, then my ankles, shoulders, thighs… Each rope carried a strange warmth, slowly tightening, crossing, and knotting. "Ah… What is this?! Stop! Stop it!" I tried to stand up in panic, but the rapidly forming net of ropes pulled me back into the chair. My hands were securely fastened behind my back, completely immobilized; my legs were bound tightly together, forming a straight line; the Kote-kote shibari around my chest tightened with each coil, the diamond knot pressing precisely on sensitive spots, making every breath I took rapid and trembling. The feel of the ropes was incredibly real – their cool surface against my skin, the slight friction sending waves of tingling sensation. They weren't rough like the ones I'd used on myself before; instead, they perfectly conformed to my body's curves. The more I struggled, the tighter they became, yet they always stayed within a safe boundary. I gasped for air, staring intently into the mirror opposite me. In the reflection, my face was flushed red, my eyes were moist, my T-shirt and shorts were deeply indented by the ropes, and I was completely immobilized. That feeling of being utterly controlled… was ten times more intense than I had imagined. [This is a beginner's introductory restraint, fixed duration of 5 minutes. Countdown begins: 4 minutes 55 seconds… The system will not release the restraint before the countdown ends, please experience with peace of mind.] The system's voice sounded again, as calm as if it were stating the most ordinary fact. I tried to calm myself, but my body's instinctive reactions became more pronounced. The knots gently rubbed against my chest and the base of my thighs, each subtle movement bringing new stimulation. The initial panic gradually melted into a strange sense of immersion – I was finally… truly tied up. Time slowly passed. I watched myself in the mirror, my breathing growing heavier. Images from the video flashed through my mind; now I was that girl. Helplessness, shame, and a hidden pleasure intertwined, making me unconsciously bite my lower lip. "So… this is what it feels like to be tied up like this…" I murmured softly, my voice already tinged with a hint of languor. Just then, familiar footsteps echoed from the hallway. It was my roommate, Xiao Wei. Why was she back so early? The sound of a key in the lock, a distinct "click," was exceptionally clear in the quiet dorm. "Tang Bao? Are you there? I forgot my power bank, I'm just coming back to grab it—" My heart leaped into my throat! I struggled desperately, but the ropes didn't budge. Instead, my movements made the indentations deeper. On the computer screen, the bondage video was still playing, its suggestive sounds, though lowered, felt like a bomb ready to explode. "System! Please, hurry and release me!" I was so anxious my eyes welled up, my voice suppressed to a whisper. [Apologies, Host. Rule restriction: Release before countdown ends is not possible. Please persevere for the remaining time. Remaining: 53 seconds…] The footsteps grew closer. The doorknob was pressed, then turned… I stared intently at the countdown in my mind, my heart pounding like a drum, my body trembling slightly between extreme tension and lingering pleasure. The ropes seemed to become even more sensitive at this moment, each second an agony, yet also a sweet torment. 47 seconds… 39 seconds… The lock fully turned, the door creaked open slightly… Just as the door was about to be pushed open completely— [Ding! This introductory restraint has ended.] "So... how do I use the system for self-bondage? Like those void ropes from before?" [The host simply needs to clearly and completely imagine the desired bondage pose, the direction of the ropes, the tightness, and whether to use props in their mind. Then, silently recite or think the command 'Activate Self-Bondage'. The system will directly generate void ropes that perfectly match the host's imagination.] "That simple?" I asked, a hint of disbelief in my voice, and pressed further. [Yes. However, the host must pay close attention to an important rule: Before each self-bondage session, a precise duration must be set in the mind. Once set and activated, the system will not release the restraints prematurely before the countdown ends, nor can the host break free by any means, nor can anyone else untie them. This is the system's absolute safety mechanism, and it is also designed to allow the host to fully experience the essence of 'complete submission'. Please set the duration with caution.] My heart raced as I listened. This meant... once I decided to begin, I would truly lose all control. The thought of that inescapable helplessness made my knees weak, and a strange heat surged from deep within my body. "What about props? The gags and stockings you rewarded me with earlier..." [While in a restrained state, the host can mentally recite the name of a prop or the desired effect, and the system will generate and apply it instantly. Points are currently in a novice locked state and must be accumulated through 'satisfaction points' from each self-bondage session to be gradually unlocked. Once the satisfaction points reach a certain level, the system's store will open, and the host can use points to redeem more advanced props, skills, or special experiences.] I silently took in this information, my mind already planning my first real attempt tonight. The night was deep, and the dormitory was so quiet that only my own breathing could be heard. I stood up from the bed and walked to the mirror, looking at my still slightly flushed face and the faint rope marks on my neck. I took several deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down completely. Tonight, I wouldn't hesitate anymore. I turned off the desk lamp, leaving only a small reading light by the bedside. I then sat down on the bed, closed my eyes, and began to repeatedly visualize the pose I had been longing for – Ebi Shibari (Shrimp Tie). I had seen it in Japanese rope bondage videos: legs tightly folded, thighs and calves pressed completely together, ankles pulled up almost to the groin; hands tied behind the back, wrists and elbows secured by multiple ropes, which then extended upwards, connecting to the leg ropes, forcibly arching the entire body into a tight bow, like a bound shrimp. My breasts were pushed forward, my waist completely unable to straighten, and breathing became difficult yet accompanied by a strange, pressing pleasure. That extreme sense of constriction and visual humiliation had always been what I craved most, yet dared not attempt. I meticulously rendered every detail in my mind: the color and thickness of the ropes, the direction of the wraps, the position of each knot, the tightness of the pull... until it felt as clear as if I had personally tied it countless times. "Set duration... two hours." I solemnly set it in my mind, then took a deep breath and silently recited: "Activate Self-Bondage." Instantly, the energy in the air surged again. Countless white ropes materialized from the void, like numerous gentle yet firm tendrils, swiftly wrapping around my body. First, my legs – they were brought together gently, then my knees were forcibly bent, thighs and calves pressed tightly together. The ropes began to wrap downwards from the groin, each coil tightening just right, neither too loose nor constricting the skin excessively. My ankles were pulled towards my groin, the knots tied perfectly, rendering my legs completely unable to straighten. Next, my hands. They were pulled behind my back, wrists secured first, then elbows drawn closer by more ropes, multiple loops wrapping layer by layer. Finally, a main rope extended upwards, connecting to the leg ropes, forcibly arching my upper body into a bow. "Hiss... so tight..." I couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan. A Kote Shibari (torture tie) also formed automatically on my chest, the diamond-shaped knots pressing against sensitive areas. Each breath brought a slight but continuous friction. My entire body was compressed into a compact shrimp shape, my chest pushed forward, my waist completely immobile, my head tilted slightly back, only able to emit muffled sounds. The feeling of being completely enveloped, of having completely lost freedom of movement, was ten times more intense than any previous self-attempt. I tried to struggle – it was useless. The ropes clung to me like a second skin; the more I moved, the tighter they became, yet they always remained within a safe, comfortable range. "Gag..." I mentally recited. A smooth, black gag instantly appeared, gently but firmly placed into my slightly parted mouth, the strap buckled behind my head. My mouth was completely sealed, only allowing muffled "mmph" sounds. "Stockings..." Another pair of thin, alluring black stockings materialized out of nowhere. One pair automatically donned my legs, while the other was used by the system as an additional restraint, wrapping around my already tight legs, further reinforcing the tightness of the Ebi Shibari. Everything was ready. I lay on my side on the bed (the system had automatically adjusted my final position to a relatively comfortable but immobile state). The mirror reflected my current appearance: my body tightly compressed into a bow, the gag sealing my mouth, causing a slight overflow of saliva, my eyes hazy and moist, the ropes gleaming faintly in the light... Two hours. For two full hours, I would remain in this pose, completely belonging to the ropes. The moment the ropes fully took shape, my entire body froze on the bed. The tightness of the *ebi-shibari* far exceeded my imagination. My legs were folded so tightly that my ankles were almost against my inner thighs, and every shallow breath caused the knots on my inner thighs to gently chafe my sensitive skin. My hands were bound behind my back and pulled upwards, forcing my body into a shrimp-like arch. My chest was pushed forward, and my waist could not straighten at all. The *kote-kote* on my chest tightened with each heartbeat, like a second skin, clinging to me. "So... this is what it feels like to be tied up..." A wave of intense shock washed over me. When I had tried it myself before, it was always loose and slack, lacking that true sense of powerlessness, that feeling of being "controlled." But now, the void ropes generated by the system were terrifyingly perfect—tight, yet not truly harming me. Every inch of my skin was marked by the ropes, and every struggle only deepened the restraints. I tried to move my fingers and toes, but I was completely immobilized. The ball gag filled my mouth, leaving me with only muffled "Mmm... mmm..." sounds. Saliva had already begun to escape uncontrollably from the corners of my mouth, slowly dripping down my chin onto the bedsheet. The feeling of shame and helplessness made my cheeks burn. "So... when you're completely tied up, you can't even control your own saliva..." This thought made my mind go blank, and at the same time, a strange warmth surged from the depths of my body. Pleasure spread slowly from my chest and inner thighs, constricted by the ropes, like an electric current coursing through me. I closed my eyes, immersing myself in this feeling of complete loss of freedom. The first thirty minutes were pure indulgence. I even began to enjoy this state. Every subtle friction of the ropes brought new stimulation, especially the *kote-kote* on my chest, where each inhale caused the knots to gently press against sensitive points. The position of my tightly folded legs kept my lower body in a state of constant pressure yet a simmering heat. I tried to gently twist my waist, but it only resulted in the ropes tightening further, which in turn brought more intense pleasure. "Mmm... so good..." I mumbled, and more saliva dripped down. I even tried a prop. I mentally thought "stockings," and the pair of black lace stockings already on my legs seemed to tighten a notch, further reinforcing the *ebi-shibari*. My entire body felt encased in a thin, silken cage, the friction creating a delicate yet persistent sensation. Time slipped away in this immersion. After forty minutes, the initial excitement gradually transformed into a deeper satisfaction. I began to imagine that I wasn't in my dorm room, but locked away in some hidden chamber, forever maintaining this pose. The reflection of myself in the mirror—tied into a shrimp shape, gagged, and drooling—made me feel both ashamed and excited. The feeling of being "utterly possessed by the ropes" gave my mind a strange sense of floating. I even forgot about time, completely lost in each breath, each heartbeat brought by the ropes. But as the hour approached, my body began to change. After being maintained for a long time, the tightness of the *ebi-shibari* gradually shifted from initial stimulation to pressure. My waist and abdominal muscles began to ache faintly, and the folded position of my legs caused a persistent soreness in my knees and ankles. Breathing became somewhat difficult due to the *kote-kote* on my chest and my arched body; each deep inhale felt like my chest was tightening. The most noticeable was the ball gag. I had already drooled a lot. My chin and neck were wet, and a small damp patch had appeared on the bedsheet. The ball gag in my mouth prevented me from swallowing, leaving me to let saliva continuously overflow and stream down my chin. The sticky, wet, and unerasable sensation made me feel so ashamed I almost wanted to cry, yet it also inexplicably excited me. "Mmm... so dirty... saliva... keeps flowing..." I moaned silently in my mind, yet this helplessness brought an even stronger stimulation. After an hour and a half, discomfort began to take over. The muscle aches spread from my waist and legs to my entire body. My hands and shoulders, pulled taut for so long, began to go numb. Each breath brought a sense of pressure from the knots on my chest. I had drooled even more, the area around the ball gag was wet and clung to my skin with a sticky shame. I tried to adjust my position, but I couldn't move at all, only letting out more urgent whimpers. "...Is it ending soon... it's so uncomfortable... but... I want to continue..." This contradictory feeling made my mind chaotic. My body was clearly protesting, yet I felt a strange sense of dependence due to this complete restraint. I even began to fear the end of the time—after it ended, I would have to return to reality, losing this wonderful feeling of being completely controlled. The last hour passed like an ordeal. I counted the minutes, feeling the ropes tighten with each subtle shift, feeling the saliva drip continuously, feeling my muscles ache more and more, yet unable to stop the faint pleasure. The reflection in the mirror showed a disheveled me, my cheeks flushed, my eyes moist, saliva constantly flowing from the edges of the ball gag, dripping down my chin onto the bedsheet. When the system prompt sounded in my mind, I greeted it with a complex emotion of relief mixed with a touch of disappointment. [Ding! The self-binding countdown has ended. Satisfaction points +320. Current total satisfaction points: 320/1000 (Shop unlock progress: 32%).] All the ropes vanished instantly. My entire body went limp on the bed, like a puddle of mud. My hands and legs could finally move freely, but they were weak and numb from maintaining the position for so long. The ball gag also disappeared, and I opened my mouth wide, gasping for air, saliva still uncontrollably flowing from the corners of my mouth. I quickly wiped it with my hand, only to find myself already wet. I lay on my side, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling, my body still trembling slightly. So... this is what it feels like to be tied up for two hours. From the initial shock and immersion, to the satisfaction in the middle, and then to the discomfort and conflict later... that feeling of complete loss of control, yet being safely protected, was deeply imprinted on my body and memory. I reached out and touched my wet chin, my cheeks still burning. "Next time... should I try for longer... or add more props?" The moment this thought arose, I startled myself. But I already knew, I would continue. Because the system was still here. Because I had already tasted that feeling. Then I began to undress. Sweater, jeans, bra, panties. I folded them one by one and placed them on the chair. The air conditioning blew on my bare skin, raising a fine layer of goosebumps. I walked to the bathroom mirror, turned on the light, and examined myself completely for the first time. On the side of my neck, those red marks had faded to a light brown. On my wrists, they were more pronounced, the crisscrossing lines like some kind of secret tattoo. I turned around and looked at my back in the mirror—there were a few faint bruises on my shoulders, where the ropes had been tightest last night. I reached out and touched those marks. The skin under my fingertips felt a little hot, a little sensitive, like a beach sun-baked by the sun. "Initiate self-binding." I chanted silently in my mind. The ropes in the void arrived as promised. They emerged from the air, like some kind of living vines, first coiling around my ankles, then climbing upwards. This time, there were more than ever before—I could feel at least seven or eight main ropes, and countless auxiliary loops, like a meticulously woven net, enveloping my entire body. First, my legs. The ropes began at the base of my thighs, winding down layer by layer. They weren't loose; each coil embedded itself into the skin, leaving slightly raised marks. My calves were folded backward, my ankles forced to press against the base of my thighs, my knees bent at a sharp angle. The ropes were tied and secured on the outside of my knees, then extended downwards, binding my ankles and thighs into a tight unit. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't move them at all. My knees were locked in a bent position, my calves and thighs pressed together, like metal poured into a mold. Then, my hands. They were pulled behind my back, wrists crossed, and ropes coiled around them. I could clearly feel the sensation of each loop—the first was for positioning, the second began to tighten, the third embedded into the skin... My elbows were also dealt with, ropes winding above the elbow joints, pulling my arms backward, and a familiar, aching stretch radiated from my shoulder joints. The main ropes began to extend upwards. They started from my wrists, climbed upwards, circled my shoulders, and then descended, connecting to the rope loops on my legs. I felt a tremendous pull, slowly drawing my upper body backward, backward, until my entire body was folded into a compact arc. My chest was forced upwards, my abdomen tightened, and every breath became difficult. A rope net formed automatically over my chest. It wasn't a simple cross, but a complex diamond structure, each loop precisely placed—below the collarbones, around the nipples, along the lower ribs. They dug into my skin, squeezing the soft tissue out of shape, leaving grid-like imprints on my body. "Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a sound. It was a soft sound, like the murmur of a small animal in the empty room. [Ding. Task "Four Horsemen Binding" completed. Reward issued: Wireless Magic Vibrator ×1, Lingerie Eye Mask ×1. System space unlocked.] The task was completed the moment I was bound. I was stunned for a moment, then silently chanted in my mind: "Eye mask." My vision went black. It was a complete darkness, devoid of any light. The eye mask was soft, conforming to the shape of my eye sockets, allowing no light to leak in. I blinked, confirming that I truly couldn't see anything, and then began to assess my body's state. The ropes were tighter than I had imagined. The Four Horsemen binding compressed my body to its extreme, my lungs could only expand to half their usual capacity, and each inhale had to fight against the pressure of the rope net. I tried to take a deep breath, but my chest was blocked at a certain critical point of expansion. That feeling of restriction made my heart race. Saliva began to accumulate. This was a normal reaction; saliva production increased when restrained, especially with a gag in the mouth. I could feel warm liquid slowly overflowing from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin, leaving a wet trail on my neck, and then dripping onto the rope net on my chest. I tried to move my fingers. My wrists were fixed behind my back, with no leverage points within reach. My legs were the same, folded into that position, unable to even push off the bed. Silence reigned all around. Only my own breathing could be heard, and the faint sound of dripping saliva. I chanted silently in my mind: "Magic vibrator." A warm object appeared beside my hand. I fumbled for it and grasped it—it was smaller than I expected, smooth to the touch, and had some weight to it. I held it in my hand, hesitating to take the next step. I was still a virgin. This realization became exceptionally clear in the darkness. I had watched many videos and knew how such things were used, but to actually put it on myself... My fingers hovered in the air, I could feel my heart accelerating, blood rushing to my cheeks, and a secret place deep within my body. "System," I called out in my mind, "Will this... break my hymen?" [No. All items rewarded by the system have been specially treated and will not cause any irreversible damage to the host's body.] The answer was direct, like some kind of cold assurance. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my face grew even hotter because of this answer—the system knew what I was going to do, it had known all along. I took a deep breath, and the rope net tightened further as my chest expanded. Then, I slowly moved the vibrator towards myself. The first touch made my entire body jolt. The sensation was so foreign—smooth, warm, with a certain mechanical coolness. I pressed it against the most sensitive spot between my legs, and the nerve endings on my skin were instantly activated, as if countless tiny currents were spreading from there throughout my body. The vibrator's hum, escalated from its lowest setting to medium, had been going on for an unknown duration. Lost in the darkness, I had lost all concept of time. The blindfold had swallowed the entire world into a pitch-black abyss. All I could feel was the dull ache of the ropes biting into my skin, the rope net across my chest rising and falling with my breath, and that relentless, continuous tremor pressed against the most sensitive spot between my legs. "Mmm... mmmph..." The gag stuffed in my mouth transformed all my moans into muffled whimpers. Saliva had already pooled around my neck, some trickling down my collarbone onto the rope net on my chest, forming small puddles at the diamond-shaped knots before continuing downwards, tracing a slick path across my abdomen. I tried to writhe, to adjust the vibrator's position, but the five-horse-harness had me locked down too tightly. My body was folded into that shameful bow, legs bent backward, hands bound behind my back, my fingertips unable to reach anything for leverage. I could only passively accept, accept the ceaseless stimulation, accept the pleasure that was driving me to the brink of madness. [Ding. Host's heart rate continues to rise, currently 128 bpm. Recommend adjusting respiratory rate.] The system's voice suddenly echoed in my mind, as calm and detached as a laboratory instrument. I had no mind to spare for it. The vibrator's tremors surged wave after wave, spreading from that sensitive point to my entire body, like countless ants crawling through my veins. My toes curled and uncurled involuntarily, the muscles in my inner thighs tensed until they ached, and my whole body trembled slightly on the bed. "Wuu... wuwu..." I wanted to scream to stop, to turn it up, to adjust the position—but I could do nothing. The gag rendered me incapable of forming a complete sentence, only capable of emitting those shameful, wet sounds. I counted my heartbeats, trying to calm myself. But each count was interrupted by a sudden, intense vibration. The vibrator seemed to have found the most precise spot, resonating perfectly with a hidden nerve through that thin membrane. One hundred and thirty-five... one hundred and forty... one hundred and fifty... My heart rate quickened, my breathing grew more rapid. The rope net on my chest tightened with each sharp inhale, my lungs expanding to their limit only to be ruthlessly blocked. That semi-suffocating sensation mingled with the stimulation below, like two currents converging within my body. Then, without warning, it came. "—!!!" My body arched violently, but the ropes held me rigidly in that posture, unable to move. An unprecedented wave of intense pleasure exploded from the base of my spine, shooting through my entire body like fireworks. My vision, even in the darkness of the blindfold, erupted in a flash of white light, my ears buzzed, and all my senses were amplified to their absolute limit in that instant. The vibrator was still humming, but my consciousness had already drifted away. My muscles spasmed uncontrollably, the inner thighs trembled violently, even my toes twitched. Saliva poured from the edges of the gag, flowing down my chin and onto my neck. I could even feel a warmth surge from my lower body—I had lost control, or rather, I had orgasmed. The shame mingled with the ultimate pleasure, almost causing me to faint. [Ding. Host detected reaching climax. Satisfaction value +200 bonus. Current total satisfaction value: 1420/1000.] [Mall has been unlocked. Host may summon the mall interface via thought at any time.] The system's prompts sounded distant, as if from another world. I lay limp on the bed, like melted wax. The vibrator was still humming, but the sensation now had shifted from stimulation to an almost torturous sensitivity. Each vibration made my already climaxed nerves scream. I wanted it to stop, but my hands were bound behind my back, and I couldn't even reach it. "Wuu... stop... stop..." I pleaded incoherently, my voice laced with tears. But the system did not respond—or rather, it would not interfere with the pre-set program. Until the four-hour countdown ended, the vibrator would continue to work, and the ropes would not be released. I could only endure. The afterglow of the orgasm gradually receded, but my body's sensitivity had increased. The medium-level vibration of the vibrator was now unbearable. Each tremor made me involuntarily writhe, but writhing only tightened the ropes, intensifying that feeling of complete control. [Ding. Mission "Concealed Self-Binding in Public Place" initiated. Countdown: 30 minutes.] [Mission Requirements: The host must remain in a bound state without being discovered by others. During the countdown, the system will randomly activate the reward item "Wireless Remote Control Vibrator" (issued in advance, officially belonging to the host upon mission completion).] [Warning: If your true state is discovered by others, the mission will fail immediately, and the punishment will take effect.] I took a deep breath and took out the equipment from my bag. First, the restraints. A five-meter long cotton restraint strap, soft yet sturdy. I crawled under the table, and under the cover of my skirt, quickly tied my ankles together. Not a tight four-limb bind, but a simple leg-together restraint – legs together, a few loops around the ankles and above the knees, allowing me only to take small steps and preventing me from walking with large strides or spreading my legs. Then, the vibrator issued in advance. Silver metallic texture, smaller and more exquisite than the one at the hotel, with a silent design. Biting my lip, I slowly inserted it into my body under the table. The cold touch sent a shiver through me, but it was quickly warmed by my body heat. Finally, the gag… No, a gag in the library is too dangerous. I switched to a mask – a regular medical mask, but I lined the inside with a folded tissue, forcing myself to breathe only through my nose for the entire duration of the mission. The slight feeling of suffocation was different from a gag, but it still gave me the shame of being "controlled." I sat up straight, placed my hands on the tabletop, and opened a copy of "A History of Ancient Literature" in front of me, pretending to be studying. The vibrator was off, but I knew it could activate at any moment. [Countdown begins: 29:58… 29:57…] Time ticked by. The first ten minutes were relatively calm. The vibrator activated occasionally, always on the lowest setting. The slight tremor felt like a small bug crawling inside me, ticklish, making me involuntarily clench my legs, but I could still hold back from making a sound. I flipped through the pages, my eyes fixed on the text, but I didn't absorb a single word. All my attention was focused on the small metal ball buried deep within my body, ready to erupt at any moment. It was quiet around me. Occasionally, footsteps passed behind the bookshelves – other students studying. I could hear the rustling of pages, the tapping of keyboards, and the sound of someone drinking water in the distance. This feeling of "being in a crowd yet harboring a secret" made my palms sweat with excitement. [Ding. Vibrator power adjusted: Low gear → Medium gear.] "Mmm…" I bit down hard on the tissue inside the mask, letting out a suppressed groan. The vibration on the medium setting was much stronger than on the low setting. The continuous humming reverberated within my body, stimulating a sensitive spot. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my legs clamped tightly together under the table, the ropes digging into the skin of my calves, causing a sharp sting. Fortunately, no one around noticed me. I lowered my head, pretending to be engrossed in my book, when in reality, I was battling the pleasure within my body. I couldn't cry out, couldn't squirm, couldn't show any abnormality. I had to appear like a normal female university student studying in the library. [Remaining time: 15:32.] Wearing a gag to class, I was called on by the teacher. Monday morning's Ancient Literature History was a major course I took with Lin Xiao. "Sugar Baby, why are you wearing a mask all day today? Got a cold?" Lin Xiao asked me as she packed her bag. I nodded, my voice muffled from behind the mask, "Mmm... my throat's a bit sore..." In reality, I had a gag in my mouth. Not the previous 4cm diameter ball gag, but the "invisible gag" I'd exchanged for 80 points in the system store—a flat design, only 2cm thick, made of silicone, just enough to fill my mouth without deforming my cheeks. From the outside, I just looked like I was pursing my lips, no different from usual. But the moment I opened my mouth, I'd be exposed. [Ding. Mission activated: Complete an outing with someone accompanying you (current scenario: attending class), during which you must wear a gag at all times and not be discovered by your companion. Countdown: 90 minutes (class duration).] [Current status: Gag in place, mask covering, appearance normal.] [Warning: If Lin Xiao discovers the gag, the mission will immediately fail.] I took a deep breath and followed Lin Xiao out of the dorm. On the way to the teaching building, Lin Xiao chattered incessantly. She talked about a TV drama she watched over the weekend, her voice animated, and she'd occasionally turn to me, "Sugar Baby, did you watch it? The male lead is ridiculously handsome!" I could only nod or shake my head, or utter monosyllabic responses like "Mmm" or "Ah." "Why are you so quiet today?" Lin Xiao gave me a strange look, "You're usually quite talkative, aren't you?" I pointed to my mask, then to my throat, and waved my hands. "Oh, right, your throat's sore." Lin Xiao suddenly understood, "Then don't talk, just listen to me." I nodded gratefully. In truth, I couldn't speak at all. The flat gag pressed my tongue firmly against the bottom of my mouth, and I could only emit muffled whimpers. Saliva pooled in my mouth, forcing me to swallow every few minutes. My throat bobbed with each swallow, the silicone edge of the gag rubbing against my palate, creating a peculiar sensation of pressure. We entered the teaching building and took our seats in the large classroom on the third floor. This class was Ancient Literature History, a small seminar with just over thirty students. The professor, Mrs. Wang, was a stern-faced woman in her fifties, known for her rigorous scholarship and her fondness for classroom interaction. I sat by the window, with Lin Xiao to my left. I spread my textbook on the desk and clasped my hands tightly under the table, gripping the hem of my shirt. [Countdown: 82:15... 82:14...] Professor Wang entered the classroom precisely on time, placed her lesson plan on the podium, and scanned the room. "Before we begin, let's review last week's material." Her gaze swept across the classroom, "Who can recite the third stanza of 'Meng' from the Book of Songs?" The classroom fell silent. My heart pounded wildly. Please don't call on me... please don't call on me... "Chen Tangbao." My blood froze instantly. Professor Wang looked at me and adjusted her glasses, "You recite it." I remained frozen in my seat, my mind a complete blank. With the gag in my mouth, I couldn't utter a single complete word. If I stood up now and opened my mouth to try and recite, the gag would be exposed—a girl attending class with a gag in her mouth, a scenario I couldn't even bear to imagine. 【New Task Issued: Complete a covert self-bondage in the classroom, lasting no less than 2 hours. During this period, at least two props must be used, and your true state must not be discovered by anyone.】 【Task Reward: 1500 points.】 【Failure Penalty: Deduct half of all current points.】 My steps faltered, my heart clenching as if gripped by a vise. In the classroom? Covert self-bondage? Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I instinctively scanned my surroundings. The hallway was teeming with students rushing to class; no one noticed my slight abnormality. "Tang Bao? What's wrong?" Lin Xiao turned back, looking at me curiously. "Nothing," I quickly lowered my head. "My shoelace came undone." I crouched down, pretending to tie my shoe, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind raced: the classroom was open, surrounded by classmates, and the teacher would be moving around... But precisely because of that, the thrill of "hiding a secret in plain sight" made the roots of my legs go weak. I stood up and followed Lin Xiao into the teaching building. The Ancient Literature History classroom was on the third floor, a large lecture hall that could seat over a hundred students. I chose a seat in the middle-rear, as usual—not too close to the front, where every move was under the teacher's watchful eye; not too far back, that was the territory of slackers, too easy to attract attention. I sat by the window, Lin Xiao to my left, and a quiet girl I didn't usually talk to in the seat to my right, separated by an empty space. There were five minutes until class. I mentally summoned the system and quickly scanned the prop list. Vibrator, electric expansion gag, pink cotton bondage tape, duct tape... I gritted my teeth and decided on the vibrator and ankle restraints, covering the gag with a mask. The class bell rang. Professor Wang walked in with his lesson plan and began to lecture. I took a deep breath and secretly retrieved the vibrator from the system space under the desk. The moment the cold metal touched my skin, I couldn't help but shiver. Pretending to bend down to pick something up, I slowly pushed it inside me. The tight, wet embrace made my breath catch, but I quickly adapted to the foreign sensation. Next, I bent over as if to pick up a pen and, under my skirt, used the bondage tape to tie my ankles together. Not a tight knot, just a simple fastening that forced me to sit with my legs together, unable to spread them freely. Finally, I took out the electric expansion gag and put it in my mouth, covering the lower half of my face completely with a disposable mask. 【Ding. Task initiated. Countdown: 2:00:00.】 【Host detected using props: Vibrator (internal), Bondage Tape (ankles), Electric Expansion Gag (oral). Current status meets task requirements.】 I sat up straight, placing my hands neatly on the desk, my notebook open, feigning diligent attention. But even before the vibrator inside me activated, my heart was already pounding like a drum. 【Vibrator activated: Low setting.】 "Mmm..." I bit down hard on the gag, a faint hum escaping my nostrils. The low setting's vibration was subtle, like a tiny insect gently crawling deep within me, ticklish and numbing. I instinctively wanted to squeeze my legs together, but my bound ankles only allowed a slight tightening. The pressure of being restrained only made the pleasure more distinct, spreading through my entire body. This feeling of hiding a secret in the classroom, surrounded by dozens of classmates... it was deadly. I stealthily glanced around. Lin Xiao was looking down, taking notes. The girl to my right was scrolling on her phone. Some students in front were spacing out, others were chatting quietly. Professor Wang was writing on the blackboard... No one was looking at me. I curved my lips slightly and scribbled a few random words in my notebook, pretending to record key points. But all my attention was focused on the small, vibrating object inside me. 【Time remaining: 1:45:33...】 Time slowly trickled away in this secret torment. The vibrator remained on the low setting, its continuous, gentle tremors making me wetter and wetter. But I couldn't twist my body, couldn't adjust my posture, only sit upright, legs together, pretending to be that diligent, good student. "Now, please form groups of four, front and back rows, to discuss the symbolic techniques in 'Li Sao'," Professor Wang announced, putting down his chalk. I turned my head and formed a temporary group with two boys from the row behind me. "Chen Tang Bao, what do you think?" one of the boys asked me. I pursed my lips. The gag had expanded in my mouth to fill it perfectly, making it impossible for me to utter a clear sound. I could only nod and quickly write in my notebook: 【I think the fragrant herb and beautiful jade symbolize noble character.】 "Your throat hurts too? So many people have caught colds lately," the boy asked sympathetically. I nodded, pointed to my mask, and waved my hand, indicating not to worry. "Then you write, and we'll talk," the other boy was quite accommodating. I nodded gratefully, my heart pounding wildly. They were sitting right behind me, and with just a slight glance down, they could see my ankles tied together under the desk with the bondage tape... I instinctively pressed my legs together tighter, pulling my skirt down as much as possible. The fear of "imminent exposure" shot through my brain like an electric current, making the vibrator's sensation instantly several times stronger. 【Time remaining: 1:20:15...】 After the discussion, Professor Wang continued his lecture. My consciousness began to drift. Although the low-setting vibration wasn't intense, it was like boiling a frog in warm water, slowly pushing me into a hazy state. I started to fantasize uncontrollably: what if it wasn't my ankles that were bound, but my whole body; what if the gag was replaced by that largest ball gag; what if I wasn't sitting on a chair, but hanging from the classroom chandelier, under everyone's gaze... The thought made my whole body burn, my cheeks flush. 【Vibrator power adjusted: Low setting → Medium setting.】 "Mmm—!" I jolted upright, my fingers digging into the edge of the desk. The medium setting's vibration suddenly intensified, like a hot current surging directly to my sensitive spot. I almost cried out, only managing to bite down hard on the gag, my mask heaving with my rapid breaths. The tips of my ears were burning, and cold sweat broke out on my back. "Chen Tang Bao, your face is so red," Lin Xiao suddenly turned around. "Are you getting a fever?" My heart nearly stopped. "No..." I mumbled from behind the mask, my voice sounding strange due to the gag. "Just a bit hot..." "Take off your jacket, it's really stuffy in the classroom today," Lin Xiao suggested kindly. I quickly shook my head—the marks on my wrists hadn't fully faded yet, and taking off my jacket would reveal everything. Lin Xiao gave me a puzzled look but didn't press further, turning back to listen to the lecture. I let out a long sigh of relief, but the medium-setting vibrator continued to vibrate, the pleasure surging, and I started to sweat uncontrollably, my shirt soaked through at the back. 【Time remaining: 00:55:22...】 Less than an hour left. I felt that familiar tingling sensation rising from my tailbone. The pleasure was building, and I desperately tried to distract myself, staring at the words on the blackboard, but they became increasingly blurry. "Now, let's have one student come up and recite an excerpt from 'Li Sao'... Chen Tang Bao, you're up." Under the moonlight, the black latex suit gleamed with a lewd sheen. Tilting her head back to gaze at the night sky, she took a deep breath, picturing the restraints to come in her mind— Straight-arm bondage. Her arms pulled behind her back, elbows and wrists bound together, arms held rigidly straight against her back, as if tied into a bundle. Her body in a kneeling position, legs also bound together. A gag in place, a nose hook attached, forcing her head up. Electrostimulation pads affixed to her nipples and the opening of her private parts. Timed activation, random intensity, duration… 3 hours. "System," she thought, "begin." 【Ding. Host command received.】 【Rooftop straight-arm bondage commencing.】 First, the gag. The ball gag inserted into her mouth, the leather straps circling over her head and buckling at the nape, the nose hook gently clipped to her nostrils. With a slight pull, her head was forced upwards, leaving her only able to gaze at the stars. Next, the electrostimulation pads—retrieving the pulse stimulator from the system space, she affixed the two circular pads, one to each nipple through the openings in the latex on her chest, and the other to the sensitive point at the opening of her private parts. She knelt in the center of the rooftop, arms behind her back. 【Bondage commencing.】 Ropes materialized out of thin air. First, her wrists were wrapped in rough hemp rope, pulled behind her back, and bound tightly together with the other wrist. Then, her elbows were also entangled with rope, her two arms bound into one straight line, completely unable to bend, pressed flat against her back. More rope coiled around her arms, from wrists to elbows, fixing her arms in a straight position, like a rigid rod against her back. Her legs were also bound with rope, ankles together, calves and thighs folded, secured in a kneeling posture. "Mmm—!" The sensation of straight-arm bondage was entirely different from the previous suspension. Her arms pulled straight and fixed behind her back, her shoulders forced to open backwards, her chest pushed forward, the latex tightening around her breasts. Her body was like a taut string, kneeling rigidly on the ground, utterly immobile. The nose hook of the gag prevented her head from turning, leaving her only able to watch the moon. Saliva overflowed the edges of the ball gag, trickling down her cheeks and into her ears. 【Bondage complete. Electrostimulator timed activation: in 5 minutes. Random intensity, levels 1-10. Duration: 3 hours.】 【Countdown: 3:00:00…】 Five more minutes. Kneeling on the rooftop, arms fixed straight behind her back, her entire body tightly encased in latex, she was like a black statue offered in sacrifice. The ropes dug into her wrists and elbows; the thickness of the latex cushioned some of the pain, but the sensation of her shoulders being stretched backwards was intensely strong. The night wind blew, but she felt no cold. The latex insulated her from the external temperature, leaving only the rising heat within her body. 【Electrostimulation commencing.】 "Mmm—!!!” The first jolt struck the nipple pads directly, at level 10. Her body arched, but she was held immobile by the straight-arm bondage and her kneeling position. The current passed through the latex, directly stimulating her nipples. That sharp pain mixed with pleasure made her vision blur. "Wuwuwu—!!!” She wanted to lower her head, but the nose hook of the gag held it firmly in place, preventing even a turn of her head. Saliva gushed out, tracing wet trails down her cheeks and into her ears, leaving her feeling slick. The second jolt, to her private parts. The third, to both simultaneously. The shocks began to alternate wildly, with no discernible pattern. Level 10 appeared far more frequently than the lower settings. Each high-intensity current sent tremors through her body, the latex emitting a "squeaking" friction sound. Her arms trembled within the straight-arm bondage, but she couldn't move an inch. But this time, there was no fear. The sensation of being encased in latex, combined with the enforced posture of the straight-arm bondage, created a strange, addictive stimulation. She began to sweat, the perspiration trapped against her skin by the latex, making it slick and clinging even closer. 【Remaining time: 2:34:18…】 After about half an hour, she began to enter that familiar state—where pain and pleasure blurred, their boundaries indistinguishable. With each incoming shock, she tensed her entire body. The latex tightened with her contractions, like countless hands caressing her. Her arms were fixed behind her back, the stretch in her shoulders making breathing difficult, but this sense of suffocation only heightened her excitement. She began to moan, soft "Mmm… mmm…" sounds escaping her nostrils. Saliva continuously overflowed, drawing wet, glistening trails down her cheeks. I lay idly on my dorm bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My finger swiped through the air, and the system mall interface materialized. I had 2670 points left, enough for a good splurge. My gaze drifted across the categories, landing on "Gags/Ball Gags," where one item immediately caught my eye. [Realistic Dildo Gag (Silicone, 15cm length, 4cm diameter): 400 points] The item in the picture wasn't a regular ball gag. Its tip was shaped like a realistic glans, and it was attached to a strap that would securely fasten behind the head. Just by looking at the length, I knew it wasn't a joke. It could reach deep into the throat... My Adam's apple bobbed, and on a whim, I clicked "Purchase." [Confirm Purchase: Realistic Dildo Gag x1. 400 points deducted. Remaining points: 2270.] The item instantly entered my system space, but my heart began to race erratically. Tonight, I had to go to a hotel. The budget hotel near campus was one I'd visited several times; I knew the drill. At eight in the evening, I made up an excuse about needing to study at the library and slipped out of the dorm with my small bag. After checking in and locking the door, I headed straight for the bathroom, scrubbing myself clean from head to toe. The hot water washed away my fatigue, replaced by a growing, undeniable restlessness. I retrieved tonight's gear from my system space. The first item was a set of sexy maid lingerie—a red lace design, 280 points. The thin lace apron was almost sheer, the black mesh lining clinging to my skin. The skirt was short, just covering the tops of my thighs, with a high slit in the back revealing my entire back. It also came with red garters and black fishnet stockings. I put them on piece by piece, examining myself in the mirror. The red lace hugged my body tightly, the black mesh subtly outlining my skin. The garters dug into my upper thighs, leaving faint marks. The sheer embarrassment of the outfit made my legs weak, but the real star of tonight was yet to come. "System," I thought, "I want the Straight-Arm Hishi-Kote." Configuration: internal vibrator on medium, electro-stimulation pads on inner thighs and buttocks, 15cm dildo gag, blindfold. Activate vibrator and electro-stimulation in 5 minutes. Duration: 3 hours. [Ding. Host's command received. Configuring items... Straight-Arm Hishi-Kote commencing.] I lay on my side on the bed, my hands brought behind my back, legs together. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Soon, the vibrator appeared inside me, a formless force slowly pushing it to the deepest point. Then came the cool electro-stimulation pads, one on my inner thigh, the other on my buttock. The sensation made me involuntarily shiver. Next was the dildo gag. It appeared in my hand, but before I could react, that force was already pushing it towards my mouth. "Wait—" Before I could finish, the glans tip pushed open my lips and roughly forced its way into my mouth. "Mmph—!!!" I snapped my eyes open, but in the next second, the blindfold was in place, plunging my world into darkness. The strap tightened automatically, and the dildo began to push into my throat, inch by inch. My mouth was stretched to its limit, my tongue pinned down, the glans pressing directly against the back of my throat. "Gack—!!" A violent gag reflex surged, my throat muscles contracting instinctively, only to clamp down harder on the object. It continued to push deeper, passing through my throat and forcing its way into the entrance of my esophagus. A full 15cm, almost entirely submerged. My nose was so compressed I could barely breathe, relying on a tiny gap for shallow, trembling breaths. Saliva flowed uncontrollably, dripping down my chin and neck. "Mmph... Mmph-gack..." I wanted to scream to stop, but only muffled whimpers and gagging sounds came out. Just then, the Straight-Arm Hishi-Kote officially began. Ropes materialized out of nowhere, first tightly binding my wrists together behind my back. Then my elbows were bound, my arms pulled straight and pressed against my spine, like a rigid rod—the straight-arm bind was complete. My shoulders were pulled back, my chest involuntarily arching. My legs weren't spared. Ropes started at my ankles, folding my calves back and binding them tightly to my thighs, forming the standard Hishi-Kote position. My thighs were pulled upwards, my entire lower body curled into a bow. Finally, ropes wrapped around my waist and chest, securing my entire body in a contorted, side-lying shrimp shape, utterly immobile. "Mmph—!!!" The intensity of this Straight-Arm Hishi-Kote was far beyond anything before. My arms were stretched taut, my shoulders aching fiercely; my legs were folded upwards, the ropes at my knees and ankles digging deeply into my flesh. If the system hadn't added pain tolerance beforehand, this agony would have broken me long ago. But now, all those sensations were overshadowed by the dildo in my mouth. I tried to reach up and pull the thing out, but my arms were locked rigidly behind me by the straight-arm bind, my wrists and elbows pressed together, completely unable to move. I began to struggle frantically, my body writhing violently on the bed like a fish out of water. But the more I struggled, the deeper the dildo slid into my mouth due to my side-lying, curled position. "Mmph-gack—!!!" A more intense gag reflex washed over me, my abdomen spasming, tears streaming from under the blindfold, snot mixing with saliva and smearing my face. My throat was stretched to its absolute limit, the entrance to my esophagus pressed hard by the silicone. The feeling of a foreign object forcibly invading and the sheer pressure were driving me mad. I wanted to vomit, but the tightened strap made it impossible to expel anything. [5-minute countdown finished. Vibrator activated. Electro-stimulation activated.] The internal vibrator began to pulse at a medium speed, and the electro-stimulation pads sent random jolts of current. But these sensations were now just background noise; my mind was consumed by the thick, hard object in my throat. "Mmph-gack... Mmph..." Every breath felt like dancing on a knife's edge, every swallow made it slide slightly. I dared not move erratically, because any movement pushed it deeper, triggering another wave of gagging. I could only lie still on my side, arms bound straight behind me, legs folded upwards, my mouth stuffed with the 15cm dildo, the blindfold blocking all sight, completely helpless. Saliva continued to spill from the corners of my mouth, tracing paths down my cheeks and into my ears, leaving large wet patches on the red lace maid outfit. [Remaining time: 2:55:43...] Nearly three more hours. I began to cry silently, tears soaking the blindfold. The despair of being utterly invaded and completely controlled brought me both pain and a strange excitement. Time ticked by. The frequency of my gagging gradually decreased, not because I was adapting, but because my throat muscles were utterly exhausted, losing the strength to resist. The dildo still pressed against the entrance of my esophagus, but the intense urge to vomit had transformed into a constant, dull pressure. Every breath carried a faint tremor. "Sugar Baby," Lin Xiao finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse, "that... system, what exactly is it?" I paused, surprised she'd ask directly. I mentally chanted, "Can I tell Lin Xiao about you?" [Ding. Host may decide the extent of information disclosure. However, the existence of the system cannot be directly perceived by a third party and can only be displayed through the host.] That familiar mechanical voice echoed in my mind, still cold and devoid of warmth. I chose my words carefully, looking into Lin Xiao's clear, inquisitive eyes. "It's a... very special existence." I paused. "It can help me achieve some wishes that ordinary people can't. For example, the ropes and props from last night were all provided by it." Lin Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a hidden flame had been ignited. "Then... can it get me a set of clothes too?" I couldn't help but laugh, the tense atmosphere finally easing a little. "What do you want?" "A JK uniform," her voice lowered, her ear tips flushing slightly. "The one you wore yesterday... it looked really good. I want to try it too." "System," I said in my mind, "prepare a JK uniform for Lin Xiao, one that fits her body, and with comfortable fabric." [Ding. Purchase confirmed: White short-sleeved sailor uniform, navy blue pleated skirt (40cm), red bow tie, white over-the-knee socks (60cm). 350 points deducted, remaining 590 points.] [Item has been stored in system space, host can retrieve it at any time.] I reached out my hand and grabbed at the air. The air seemed to tear open slightly, and a neatly folded uniform appeared in my palm. The navy blue fabric had a soft sheen in the morning light, the white socks were rolled into neat long tubes, and the red bow tie looked like a small flower. Lin Xiao's eyes widened, her pupils dilating slightly in shock. "How... how did you do that?" "The system's storage space," I handed her the clothes, my fingertips brushing her hand, sending a faint electric current. "Go change." Lin Xiao took the clothes, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked at me, her eyes a mixture of curiosity, nervousness, anticipation, and an unidentifiable dependence. Then she turned and walked into the bathroom, the door closing softly behind her. The sound of water started, then quickly stopped. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. Lin Xiao was shorter than me, petite and delicate. The JK uniform fit her as if it were tailor-made. The white sailor uniform made her skin look almost transparently white, and the navy blue pleated skirt just covered the roots of her thighs, swaying gently with her steps, revealing a sliver of her "absolute territory." The white over-the-knee socks hugged her calves tightly, the tops digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, creating shallow indentations. The tight, constricting feeling was captivating. She tugged at the hem of the skirt self-consciously, her fingers twisting together. "Is it... too short?" "It looks great," I stood up and walked closer to her. Up close, I could smell the fresh scent of her shower gel and see her eyelashes trembling nervously. "Turn around and let me see." Blushing, she slowly turned around. The skirt flared up like blooming petals, briefly revealing the edge of her white panties beneath. That fleeting glimpse of spring seemed to heat up the air in the room. "Next," I lowered my voice, whispering close to her ear, "I'm going to tie you up." Lin Xiao's body visibly stiffened, her shoulders tensing. But she didn't retreat, only nodded slightly, her voice a mere whisper. "Mmm... I'm ready." "System," I thought, "Japanese rear-tie, with M-legs, using hemp rope. Not too tight, it's her first time." [Ding. Command received.] [Target: Lin Xiao. Restraint type: Japanese rear-tie (arms behind back, wrists and elbows bound, knots aesthetically pleasing), M-legs (legs spread, knees bent, soles of feet together).] [Points consumed: 500. Remaining: 90 points.] "Stand still," I said softly to her. "Don't resist, relax your body, and give yourself to me." Lin Xiao took a deep breath, her hands hanging by her sides, her legs together. Her breathing was relatively steady, but I could see the slight rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tremor in her fingertips. Hemp rope appeared out of thin air. It was a bundle of golden-brown coarse hemp rope, with a rough texture in the morning light. It seemed to come alive, snaking out of the void and slowly approaching her body. "Ah..." Lin Xiao let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening as she watched the rope slither towards her like a snake. First, it wrapped around her wrists— Rough fibers crisscrossed and wound around, making a faint rustling sound. The rope secured her hands behind her back, wrists pressed tightly together. The knots were tied neatly and beautifully, like a work of art rather than mere restraint. "Mmm..." Lin Xiao hummed softly, her shoulders forced back, her chest naturally arching. The sailor collar was stretched into a tempting curve. Then, her elbows— More hemp rope wound upwards, climbing like vines. They secured her arms behind her back, but left some slack, emphasizing the aesthetic of the knots and the overall shape. Each rope mark clearly dug into her skin, leaving shallow red indentations that contrasted sharply with her fair complexion. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly. "No... no, it doesn't hurt," her voice trembled. "It's just... very tight, and a strange feeling..." The rope didn't stop. It continued downwards, winding around her calves, rubbing against the white over-the-knee socks, making a soft sound. Then, it suddenly pulled outwards— "Eek!" Lin Xiao cried out, her legs being forcibly spread apart. Her knees bent, the soles of her feet touching, forming a shameful M-shape. More rope secured her ankles and thighs, making it impossible for her to bring her legs together. The white over-the-knee socks became even tighter under the strain, the tops digging deeply into the soft flesh of her thighs, leaving more pronounced indentations. "What... what is this pose..." Lin Xiao's face turned completely red, from the roots of her ears to her neck. She tried to close her legs, her instinctive shame causing her to squirm, but only making the rope tighten further, leaving deeper marks on her thighs. "M-legs," I squatted down to meet her gaze, explaining softly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She bit her lip, her eyes darting away, but there was nowhere to escape. The pose exposed her most private parts completely to the air, her white panties peeking out from under the navy skirt. Every slight struggle only deepened the marks of restraint. [Restraint complete. Target status: Japanese rear-tie + M-legs, completely immobilized.] Lin Xiao knelt on the bed, her arms securely bound behind her back, her legs spread in an M-shape. She was like a butterfly with its wings pinned, forced to maintain this shameful pose, unable to move. The morning sun shone on her, highlighting the blush on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes. The short JK uniform skirt was stretched open, revealing large swathes of fair thigh. The white socks contrasted sharply with the navy skirt, creating a visually striking image. "Sugar Baby..." her voice trembled, on the verge of tears. "I... I really can't move at all "I want to be bound too," I whispered, "I want to be... bound together with you." I shed my clothes, standing naked before her, then closed my eyes. [Binding commences.] Rough hemp ropes materialized from nowhere, coiling around my wrists, pulling them behind my back, crossing and tightening—a reverse bondage. Then my elbows, more rope wrapping around, fixing my arms straight behind my back. "Mmm..." I let out a soft hum, my shoulders forced back. Next were my legs—ropes entwined around my calves, binding my legs together, from ankles to knees to the very root of my thighs, loop after loop, making them impossible to separate—a leg bind. I lost my balance, collapsing onto my knees opposite Lin Xiao, my legs fixed in a leg bind, my arms secured behind my back in reverse bondage, leaving me utterly immobile. But it wasn't over. [Gagging in progress.] Leather straps appeared, the ball of the gag pushing past my lips, deep into my mouth. The straps circled over my head, tightening at the back, then a nose hook gently gripped my nostrils. With a slight tug, my head was forced upward, leaving me staring straight ahead. "Mmm—!" I let out a muffled gasp, saliva immediately pooling and spilling from the corners of my mouth. [Vibrator activated: Medium setting.] "Mmm—!!" The vibrator inside me suddenly began to hum, the medium frequency resonating within my body. I tensed my abdominal muscles, feeling the relentless stimulation, but my completely immobilized body prevented me from even adjusting my posture. Now, Lin Xiao and I knelt facing each other. She wore a JK uniform, with a Japanese-style reverse bondage, legs spread, gagged. I was naked, in reverse bondage, leg bind, gagged, with a vibrator inside. We were both bound tightly by ropes, completely unable to move, unable to speak, only able to look at each other, drool trickling from the corners of our mouths. [Countdown: 2:00:00.] Lin Xiao looked at me, her expression shifting from shock to curiosity, then to something akin to... envy. She tried to speak, but only managed "Mmm mmm" sounds, her drool spotting her white sailor uniform. I could only utter muffled "Mmm... mmm..." sounds, the nose hook of the gag preventing me from lowering my head, forcing me to stare directly at her. The vibrator continued its steady pulse inside me, waves of sensation building. I tried to struggle, but the reverse bondage rendered my arms useless, and the leg bind kept my legs clamped together. I could only writhe my waist like a caterpillar on the bed. Lin Xiao was also struggling. Her spread legs prevented her from bringing them together, and the Japanese-style reverse bondage kept her arms completely immobile. She twisted her waist, her pleated skirt flying with each movement, revealing her white panties. But soon, I noticed a difference— What I felt in my writhing was pleasure, an ever-increasing stimulation, an accumulation leading to climax. And what she felt in her writhing... was only longing, no release. [Time remaining: 1:30:22...] After about an hour, the pleasure inside me reached its critical point. I began to writhe faster, sweat trickling down my forehead. My head was held up by the nose hook of the gag, saliva gushing out, flowing down my chin and onto my neck. "Mmm... mmm-hmm..." I moaned indistinctly, my vision blurring. Lin Xiao watched me, her eyes wide. She seemed to realize something—my body began to tremble violently, my cheeks flushed, my breathing rapid... She struggled even more fiercely. Her spread legs exposed her most intimate parts completely. She twisted her waist, trying to gain some stimulation through friction, trying to catch up to my pleasure... But she couldn't. No vibrator, no electric shock, only the restraint of the ropes... The pleasure brought by that restraint was slow, dull, unable to bring her to that critical point. She looked at me, her eyes filled with longing and envy, and a hint of... grievance. "Mmm—!!!" "Sugar Baby," she suddenly spoke, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of tentative inquiry, "I want to try... being tied up too." I forced my tired eyelids open, panting as I asked, "Haven't you already tried?" "That time..." Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, her gaze darting away slightly. "That time there was no vibrator, and I couldn't... climax. I want to know what an orgasm feels like when you're completely bound, completely out of control." Looking into her moist eyes, my heart skipped a beat. A strange excitement surged from the depths of my chest, like long-awaited rain on parched land, or the perfect moment for a reversal. I silently called out in my mind: "System, can I take the lead this time?" 【Ding. Host's command received.】 【New mission has been issued: Role Reversal Experience. The host must complete a full bondage of their partner as the dominant party, lasting no less than two hours, during which at least two auxiliary props must be used.】 【Mission Reward: 1500 points.】 I took a deep breath, smiled at Lin Xiao, my voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Okay. Today... I'll be the master, and you'll be my slave." Lin Xiao's eyes immediately lit up, a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, and hidden desire swirling within them. She bit her lower lip and softly asked, "Then... what should I do?" "Take off your clothes first," I commanded, trying to keep my tone steady and firm. "Then kneel on the bed with your hands on your knees." She hesitated for a brief moment, then obediently stood up. Her clothes slid off one by one, revealing her fair and delicate skin. Finally, she knelt naked on the bed, her knees together, her hands resting properly on her knees, like a well-behaved little beast awaiting its master's command. The room's light spilled onto her, outlining her graceful curves, leaving me momentarily lost in thought. "System," I issued the command in my mind, "Japanese rear-hand bondage combined with Shibari leg ties, using hemp rope. Vibrator inserted internally, electro-stimulation pads applied to the inner thighs, gag and bridle secured. Timer set for two hours." 【Ding. Host's command received.】 【Target: Lin Xiao. Bondage commencing.】 As soon as the words were spoken, exquisite hemp rope materialized out of thin air and coiled around her like a living thing. Lin Xiao let out a soft gasp, "Ah!" Her arms were pulled behind her back, wrists bound tightly, elbows meticulously wrapped and secured with rope – the standard Japanese rear-hand bondage completed, the posture both elegant and intensely constricting. Immediately after, the rope turned to her legs, wrapping upwards from her calves, folding her legs back and binding them tightly to her thighs, forming a complete Shibari leg tie. She was forced into a kneeling position but unable to move normally, only able to sway slightly to maintain balance. "Mmm..." Lin Xiao let out a low hum, attempting to struggle, but found her body firmly secured. She could only kneel there, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. I walked up to her, looking down at her in her current state. She, who always dominated me, was now completely within my control. This contrast ignited a strange sense of satisfaction and conquest within me. "Now, you are my slave," I said softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Next, I'm going to put the gag on you." I retrieved the exquisite gag and bridle from the system's inventory and approached her. The ball was smooth and hard, complete with straps and a nose hook. "Open your mouth," my voice carried an irresistible authority. Lin Xiao's face turned so red it looked like it would bleed, but she still slowly parted her lips. I gently placed the ball into her mouth, the straps wrapped over her head and fastened securely at the back, then the nose hook clipped to her nostrils, gently pulling her head up. Her nostrils were lightly tugged, her posture instantly becoming more submissive and shameful. "Mmm—!" A muffled gasp escaped from behind the gag, and saliva began to secrete rapidly, dripping down the edges of the ball. Without pausing, I personally inserted the vibrator into her already moist body and applied two electro-stimulation pads to her inner thighs. My fingers tapped on the phone screen: "Vibrator on medium setting, electro-stimulation at random intensity, levels one to five." 【Activating.】 "Mmm—!!" Lin Xiao's entire body jolted violently. The intense vibration of the toy and the sudden electric shock made her eyes widen. Her body instinctively tried to curl up, but the Shibari leg ties held her fast. She could only writhe ineffectively while kneeling. Saliva poured out from the edges of the gag, trailing down her chin in glistening threads. I squatted down, meeting her gaze, and gently pinched her chin. "How does it feel? Now you should understand what it's like when I'm played with like this every day, shouldn't you?" Her eyes, initially tense, gradually became hazy, and finally, she nodded gently. In that moment, I saw a flicker of understanding and submission in her eyes. I sat back on the edge of the bed, quietly admiring her bound form. Before, it was always me kneeling and enduring; now it was her turn. The novelty of this role reversal made all the blood in my body feel like it was boiling. I reached out, caressing her cheek gently but firmly, then slowly slid down, covering her soft breasts, and began to knead them gently. "Mmm..." Lin Xiao let out a nasal hum, her body, unable to move, passively accepting my touch. Each squeeze made her tremble, the ropes chafing her skin, leaving faint red marks. "Want to climax?" I whispered close to her ear. She nodded eagerly, making muffled "Mmm-mmm" sounds, like a plea. "Then beg me properly," I said with a smile, "like I begged you last night." "Mmm... Mmm-mmm..." She tried to make sounds, and though I couldn't make out the specific words, I could read everything in her moist eyes. I continued to caress her, from her breasts to her abdomen, then to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. My fingers occasionally pressed the electro-stimulation pads— "Mmm—!" The current surged through her, her body tensing sharply, saliva gushing out. Then I increased the vibrator's intensity: "High setting." "Mmm—!!" Lin Xiao trembled violently, like a fish thrown onto land, writhing ineffectually within the restraints of the ropes. The gag forced her head back, her eyes hazy and unfocused, tears welling up at the corners. Time ticked by. About an hour later, she completely gave up struggling, her entire being immersed in that state of intoxicated surrender, completely controlled. Her eyes no longer held resistance, only deep longing and submission. "Is it coming?" I asked softly, my fingers sliding towards her most sensitive spot, adding more direct stimulation on top of the vibrator's oscillations. "Mmm—!!!" The climax finally arrived. Under the triple assault of layers of bondage, the vibrator, electro-stimulation, and my fingers, her body convulsed violently, saliva spraying from the edges of the gag, tears streaming down her face. That dazed yet intensely satisfied expression filled me with an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Li Qiang was taken back to the Administration Bureau and directly locked into a special containment cell on the third underground level. I stood outside the one-way glass, quietly watching him. The room was no more than five square meters, its four walls made of specially treated alloy, cold and seamless. There was no bed, no chair, not even the slightest variation in light or shadow. Li Qiang was curled up in a corner, still wearing the Administration Bureau's standard restraints, but they were as good as useless to him. His berserk system was still boiling within him, and ordinary physical restraints couldn't suppress that violent power. "Number 047," Zhao Tiefeng appeared beside me at some point, his voice low. I turned my head. "What?" "Li Qiang's system is in a constant state of activity, and ordinary restraints are completely ineffective. We need your absolute restraint." His gaze was sharp as he looked at me. "Twenty-four hours non-stop, changing positions every two hours to prevent him from adapting and finding a way to break free." "Twenty-four hours?" I frowned. "That means I have to stay here the whole time." "You can take shifts," Zhao Tiefeng said, "but the restraint for each shift must be performed by you personally. Only your system ropes can truly suppress his berserk system." I was silent for a moment. This was equivalent to turning me into a living experimental tool, and Li Qiang into a container that needed constant adjustment. I took a deep breath. "I accept. But I want to know, what exactly are you researching?" "To find the root cause of system malfunction," Zhao Tiefeng paused, "and... how to replicate this power." Replicate? My heart skipped a beat. The Administration Bureau was actually thinking of replicating the system? This was no longer simple stability maintenance; ambition was quietly expanding. ... The door to the containment cell slid open. As I walked in, Li Qiang suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with terror and exhaustion. His face was pale, his lips cracked. The once arrogant man was now like a cornered beast. "You... you're going to tie me up?" His voice trembled noticeably. "Yes." I didn't hide it, looking directly into his eyes. "But not to torture you. Your system is still issuing missions, isn't it? Those violent missions?" He nodded with difficulty. "Every hour... it forces me to attack someone... if I don't, I get electrocuted... that pain, it's like tearing my soul apart." "My restraint can help you." I squatted down, my tone as gentle as possible. "The absoluteness of the system ropes can suppress your system functions, preventing you from acting before the countdown ends, thus preventing punishment." "But what about after the countdown?" he asked, gasping. "I'll continue to tie you up," I said calmly. "New position, new countdown, an endless cycle, until we find a complete solution." Li Qiang was silent for a long time, his throat bobbed, and he finally said in a low voice, "Okay... it's better than being electrocuted... at least I can catch my breath." "System, initiate restraint. Target: Li Qiang. Position: Four-horse chariot binding with straight arm binding and gag, duration: two hours." [Confirmed.] Silver-white ethereal ropes appeared silently, moving and coiling like living things. Li Qiang instinctively struggled, but the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes勒ed, finally shaping him into a taut bow. His arms were bound behind his back, his legs folded towards his body, and a gag stuffed into his mouth, leaving only muffled whimpers. "Mmph—" "For two hours, your system will be completely suppressed," I said softly, sitting on a chair nearby. "Rest well." For the first hour, he actually fell asleep. The restrained posture made him feel secure—at least the system couldn't torment him for now, and his physical exhaustion finally found an outlet. In the second hour, he began to stir slightly, his muscles twitching subtly under the ropes. I knew the system was trying to break through. I added in a low voice, "Add tortoise shell binding." The ropes readjusted, weaving an intricate diamond pattern across his chest. The oppressive feeling was like a gentle yet firm net, gradually calming his unease. His breathing steadied, and tear tracks dried on his cheeks. [Countdown finished.] [Restraint released.] Li Qiang opened his eyes, gasping. His voice was hoarse but urgent. "Continue... don't stop... the system is about to issue another one..." I nodded. "Second round. Position: Crab binding with single-hand binding and blindfold, duration: two hours." [Confirmed.] The ropes surged again. This time, he was shaped into a crab-like posture—legs spread and bent, thighs and calves bound horizontally, his whole body prostrate on the ground. His arms were tightly bound together with single-hand binding, forming a straight bundle. The blindfold covered his eyes, plunging him into complete darkness and helplessness. "Mmph mmph..." He writhed slightly on the ground, but couldn't even turn over. The posture was both awkward and possessed a strange tension. I sat beside him, silently recording his reactions. Two hours passed, the third round. "Suspension binding," I said. "Straight arm binding with leg binding, suspended." [Confirmed.] The ropes slowly lifted him, his feet off the ground, his body suspended in mid-air like a meticulously displayed work of art. The weightless state of suspension left him with no leverage, unable to struggle, only able to be at the mercy of the ropes. Six hours passed, and I had already changed three positions. Li Qiang's system had been firmly suppressed the entire time, with no missions popping up and no punishment descending. But I also felt tired, my mind highly concentrated, my body slightly stiff. "Zhou Mo," I called out mentally. "Take over for a bit." Zhou Mo quickly entered the containment cell and frowned upon seeing the suspended Li Qiang. "You've been binding him for six hours?" "It must be continuous," I said, rubbing my temples. "Once it's released, the system will immediately retaliate." "You need rest too," Zhou Mo pondered for a moment. "I have an idea." "What?" "I have a 'Spatial Cage' item in my system store that can create an independent space with controllable time flow. Perhaps it can temporarily trap his system." "Chen Tangbao, do you willingly bind yourself to Lin Xiao, and in turn be bound by Lin Xiao, sharing life, sharing freedom?" "I do." "Lin Xiao, do you willingly bind yourself to Chen Tangbao, and in turn be bound by Chen Tangbao, sharing life, sharing freedom?" "I do." We extended our hands simultaneously, palms meeting. "System," we called out in unison, our thoughts merging, "initiate the Eternal Link. We willingly become each other's eternal binder, and eternally bound." [Ding. Dual host voluntary establishment of Eternal Link detected.] [This link is irreversible. Once established, both parties will share life. The demise of one will result in the demise of the other. Confirm?] "Confirm," we said, our voices becoming one. [Eternal Link initiated.] Silver light surged from me, pale green light emanated from her. The two lights intertwined in the air, forming a colossal cocoon of light that enveloped us. Within the cocoon, we began to bind each other. First, the straight-arm bind—but not a mere straight-arm bind. Our arms were tied together, crossed, entwined, forming an "X" shape, back to back, inseparable. Then, the four-horse bind—but our legs were bound into a heart shape, knees touching, ankles intertwined, inseparable like conjoined twins. Finally, the core "Life Weave"—countless strands of light erupted from our heart centers, piercing and entwining each other, forming a true life link. "Vibrator," Lin Xiao's voice echoed directly into my consciousness within the cocoon, "internal, resonance mode." "Resonance mode?" "Our heartbeats will synchronize," she explained, "you will feel my feelings, and I will feel yours. Simultaneous orgasms, simultaneous breaths, simultaneous... existence." The implements appeared, not as physical objects, but as pure energy, integrating into our bodies. Then, the stimulation began. I felt it—not just my sensations, but hers. Her pleasure was mine, my restraint was hers. We were within each other's bodies, and within each other's souls. "Mmm—" we moaned in unison, our voices reverberating within the cocoon. The climax arrived, slow and deep, like a tidal wave, cresting and receding, never ceasing. For in the Eternal Link, time lost its meaning. We were immersed in an eternal present, an eternal togetherness, an eternal... love. [Eternal Link establishment complete.] [Host Chen Tangbao and Lin Xiao have been awarded the title "Deity of Bonds."] [System ultimate authority unlocked: Ability to create new subsystems, propagate the concept of bonds.] [New mission: None. System entering automatic maintenance mode.] The light dissipated. We remained bound back to back, but the ropes were no longer restraints. They were... an embrace, they were... existence itself. Applause and cheers erupted in the hall. Zhao Tiefeng stepped forward, tears in his eyes. "I have witnessed the establishment of countless bonds, but you two... you are the first to reach 'divine' level. You have proven that the system is not a tool, not a weapon, but... a bridge of love." He unfastened our ceremonial bonds—but the Eternal Link would not be undone. It had become a part of our very lives. We stood, hand in hand, and bowed to everyone. "Thank you," I said, my voice trembling with emotion, "Three years ago, I was a lonely girl who felt like a pervert. Today, I have found my lover, my family, my... belonging." "The Academy of Bonds welcomes everyone," Lin Xiao said, "No matter where you come from, no matter what type of system you possess, no matter if you crave to bind or be bound... there is a place for you here." "Because," we said in unison, "bonds are not restraints, they are connections. Not the loss of freedom, but the discovery of true freedom—in love, in trust, in each other."