Genshin Impact: The Overworked Player Dies and Transmigrates, Playing with Bondage in Teyvat

"One more grind... gotta get more constellations for Raiden Shogun... and those Shibari fanfics..." Images flashed through my mind: Raiden Shogun, bound tightly by exquisite Kikkō-shibari, her long purple hair disheveled, her violet eyes filled with shame and forbearance; Yae Miko, suspended from the shrine's rafters by silken ropes, her pink tails dangling limply; Ganyu, coiled into a perfect work of art by ropes, her azure hair slick with sweat... I'm a hardcore Genshin Impact player, and for years, a hidden Shibari enthusiast. In reality, I'd secretly practiced basic Shibari techniques, bought all sorts of ropes, and fantasized countless times about binding those perfectly sculpted, uniquely-tempered female characters from Teyvat, one by one, with artistic yet oppressive ropes, watching them struggle, gasp, and gradually succumb under the restraint. "Haa... If only I could really..." My fingers clicked mechanically, my vision suddenly blurring. A sharp pain seized my chest, as if something heavy was pressing down. I tried to stand, but collapsed heavily onto the keyboard. The last frame on the screen froze on the Traveler standing on the beach in Mondstadt. Then, everything plunged into darkness. ... The salty sea breeze gently caressed my cheeks, fine sand trickling through my fingers, carrying a hint of coolness. I snapped my eyes open, feeling an unfamiliar lightness in my body. The sunlight was dazzling, waves crashed against the shore, and in the distance lay verdant grasslands and low hills. "Where is this... Teyvat?!" Memories surged back like a tidal wave – my modern self, the agony of dying from playing Genshin Impact late at night, the fall into darkness... and now this young, healthy body. I looked down at my hands, a wave of immense shock, elation, and an almost uncontrollable excitement washing over me. I'd transmigrated! And as the newly awakened Traveler, no less! I knew all the plot points of the original story – my sister taken by an unknown god, the Seven Archons, the Abyss Order, Dvalin the Anemo Dragon, the subsequent developments in Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru... I knew every character's personality, preferences, and even their physical details by heart. More importantly, I had brought my most hidden desires and knowledge with me. "If I could in this world... bind Amber, Jean, Lisa, Ganyu, Shenhe, Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, Furina... one by one with ropes... Kikkō-shibari, TK, suspension, mirror self-binding... let them display their most shameful yet most beautiful postures under the ropes..." As this thought arose, a strange warmth pulsed within me, as if something long dormant was slowly awakening. I tried to concentrate, my palms growing slightly warm, faint golden illusory ropes flashing for a moment before quickly subsiding. It seemed this "binding power" needed the right opportunity to fully awaken. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Following the original story, I walked towards the sea and, as expected, saw a small white figure struggling and flailing in the water. "Help me—! Paimon is being washed away by the water! Someone save me!" I jumped into the sea and pulled her out. The familiar scene unfolded as expected. "Hoo... hoo... Thank you for saving Paimon's life! I'm Paimon, and though everyone calls me emergency food, I'm actually a super capable guide! Traveler, you're looking for your sister, right? We need to meet the Seven Archons first!" Paimon circled me, chattering about the world of Teyvat. As I listened, I chuckled inwardly: Little Paimon, you have no idea how much more I know than you. I know Barbatos is Venti, I know the story of the Anemo Dragon, and I even know the plot developments of all the future nations. We walked along the coast inland. Before long, a tall Anemo Seven Archon statue appeared before us. The statue emanated a faint cyan glow, with Anemo swirling gently around it. "Look! That's a Seven Archon statue! Traveler, you can touch it, maybe you'll gain elemental power!" Paimon excitedly flew over. I walked up and gently placed my hand on the statue's cool stone surface. A refreshing surge of Anemo power flowed into my body, creating a wondrous resonance with the warmth within me. Anemo resonance successful – I could feel the power of the wind flowing through my fingertips. But at the same time, that binding power was also stimulated, and clearer golden illusory ropes flashed in my palms, faintly carrying the lightness of Anemo, as if they could materialize into more flexible, more binding ropes at any moment. Interesting... Can elemental power enhance my Shibari skills? I rejoiced inwardly, but quickly suppressed the impulse. I'll follow the original story first, gain more elemental resonances, and then develop it slowly. "Wow! Traveler, you succeeded! Now you can also wield the power of Anemo!" "Traveler, on the road just now... and near the training grounds earlier, those flashes of golden light from your hands... that's your special ability, isn't it?" Amber suddenly stopped, her cheeks flushing slightly. She lowered her head, her eyes peeking at me from beneath her bunny-eared hat. "Since you've resonated with the Anemo element, would you like... me to help test it? Just the two of us, no one will know. I'm an Outrider, I'm very experienced with safety tests!" Her voice grew softer, clearly a little shy, yet filled with intense curiosity and a sense of duty. Paimon was busy munching on an apple, completely oblivious to the situation. The opportunity had truly arrived. My heart pounded, but I maintained a calm exterior, nodding. "Sure... I'd appreciate your help, Amber. I don't really understand my own power yet." We walked to a secluded spot near the Knights' training grounds, hidden by trees and a low wall. It was far from the main road and rarely frequented at night. I sent Paimon off to "forage" nearby. The surroundings grew quiet, with only the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. Amber took a deep breath, stood up straight, and clenched her fists slightly. "Come on, Traveler. Show me your ability, I'm ready! Whatever it is, I'll cooperate seriously!" I no longer suppressed the desire within me. Golden light flared intensely in my palm, and ropes imbued with the lightness of Anemo element materialized instantly from the void. They were flexible yet incredibly strong, with subtle artistic patterns on their surface, like a perfect fusion of the top-tier ropes I'd practiced with in my past life, radiating a faint cyan Anemo glow. The ropes shot out with precision, like living creatures. They first wrapped around Amber's hands, quickly binding them behind her back in an exquisite and secure box knot cross. They then extended upwards, forming a beautiful turtle shell pattern across her chest. The ropes dug deeply into her ample breasts, squeezing her red bodysuit and soft flesh into alluring curves. The ropes continued downwards, encircling her slender waist, forming multiple tightening structures at the base of her thighs. A main rope passed between her legs, pressing firmly into her most intimate area beneath her short skirt. "Yaaah—! Wh-what is this?! Ropes... so many suddenly appearing... Stop! Stop it—!" Amber was instantly thrown into a panic. She stumbled back a step, but lost her balance due to her tightly bound hands, pitching forward. Her eyes were wide with shock, fear, and disbelief. Her bunny-eared hat was askew, and her brown hair was slightly disheveled. "Traveler! You... what are you doing?! These ropes... they're so tight... I can't move at all! Let me go! This... this isn't a test, is it?!" She struggled desperately, twisting her body in an attempt to break free. But with every movement, the ropes tightened automatically. The diamond pattern of the turtle shell binding became more pronounced on her chest, the ropes digging deeper into her flesh, making her already prominent breasts bulge even more, with visible pressure marks beneath her clothes. The main rope between her legs, with her wriggling, rubbed intensely against her most sensitive parts, sending waves of strange numbness and heat. "Ugh... my body... feels so strange... so hot... down there... it's so tight... it's not pain... but... an indescribable... ah... my legs are so weak... I... I can't stand..." Amber's voice was laced with tears, her head shaking in frantic distress. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with tears. Being bound so completely for the first time, she had no idea how to cope with this sudden shame and peculiar sensation. Her body trembled more and more, her legs involuntarily closing and opening, the marks of the ropes beneath her short skirt clearly visible. A faint sheen of moisture even began to seep from her inner thighs. "Traveler... please... let me go first... I'm so scared... but... inside my body... why... is it so hot... so strange... the ropes feel like they're moving... squeezing me... it's so uncomfortable... and... and a little..." Her words trailed off, her breathing becoming rapid. Fear and shame almost brought her to tears, but the strange pleasure emanating from the ropes made her unable to completely resist. The Outrider, bound for the first time, was completely flustered under my ropes, her body leaning limply against me, her eyes wet and hazy. I controlled the tension of the ropes, slowly savoring the vibrant scene before me, a great sense of satisfaction and conquest surging within me. "Amber, don't be afraid... this is my power... I won't hurt you. It's just... you look truly beautiful right now." Amber looked up, her eyes a mixture of panic, shame, and a hint of an indescribable, strange emotion. Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't form a complete sentence. In the distance, the low roar of the Stormterror could be faintly heard, a reminder of the main storyline's progression. But at this moment, I only wanted to fully enjoy the fruits of my first rope binding. "Cough, cough..." Venti coughed awkwardly, "That... Dvalin is indeed a female dragon. Didn't I mention it before?" Everyone's gaze turned to me strangely, especially Amber and Jean, their eyes filled with accusations of "You won't even let dragons go." "Wait! I can explain!" I surrendered with my hands raised. Dvalin gently lowered its head and nuzzled me with its nose. That gentle voice echoed again: "No need to explain... Your ropes... are warm. If there's a chance... I'd like to experience it again..." Silence fell over the entire hall. Then, Amber was the first to burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Traveler! You really are a pervert! You won't let dragons go either!" "I..." "However..." Dvalin's voice turned serious, "The Abyss Order will not rest. They want to use me to open the path to Celestia. Traveler, your power of bondage is the key to stopping them... Please... protect this world." Its body began to glow, its form gradually shrinking, finally transforming into a maiden with green hair and green eyes, wearing a flowing wind-colored long dress, with two small dragon horns on her head. "This is..." I was dumbfounded. "It's a transformation technique~" Venti explained, "Dvalin expended too much energy and can only maintain human form for now. But this is good, it'll be easier to follow you~" "Follow... me?" Dvalin—now in her dragon-girl form—walked up to me, a faint blush on her face: "Your ropes... bound my pain, and also bound my heart. From now on... please let me stay by your side." She extended her hand and gently took mine. I looked at the dragon-girl before me, then at Amber, Jean, Lisa, and Rosaria behind me with their varied expressions, and finally at Venti with his mischievous grin. Suddenly, I felt that the days to come... would be "exciting." Angel's Share Tavern, second floor, Mondstadt. Three days had passed since the battle at Windrise. Tvalin—Dvalin's human form—was temporarily staying in a guest room on the second floor of the tavern. Although the Abyss's power had been purified, she still couldn't regain her dragon form, and the elemental flow within her was chaotic. "Still no luck?" I sat by the bed, watching Tvalin sitting cross-legged on it. She closed her eyes, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead: "The Anemo element within me... cannot condense. It's as if something is obstructing it..." "It's the remnants of the Abyss," I said with a serious expression. "Although the surface erosion has been purified, the filth deep within your meridians is still lurking. If it's not removed in time, you might remain in human form forever, or even... lose your power." Tvalin opened her eyes, a flicker of panic in her blue irises: "Then what should we do?" "I have a method," I lowered my voice. "My power of bondage can penetrate your meridians, bind and isolate those residual Abyss powers, and then force them out bit by bit." "Bondage..." Tvalin's cheeks flushed slightly, "Like that day at Windrise?" "Similar, but more profound," I took her hand. "That day was just emergency treatment; now, systematic healing is needed. Tvalin, do you trust me?" She hesitated. As a former Four Winds guardian, she naturally knew what it meant to entrust her body to another. But this human before her was the one who had freed her from the Abyss's pain with ropes. "I trust you," she said softly, "But... will it hurt?" "It won't hurt," I smiled, "It will just feel... a bit strange. You need to relax your body and entrust yourself completely to me." "Completely... to you?" Tvalin's dragon horns turned slightly red. "Yes," I stood up and took out golden ropes. "First, I need to bind your body to prevent the Anemo element from running wild. Then, I will use the ropes to probe your meridians and find those Abyss remnants. During this process, you might feel your body heat up, your heart race, or even... have some shameful reactions. But that's normal; it means the treatment is working." "Shameful reactions..." Tvalin lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, "Like that day... when I was tied by your ropes... that strange feeling?" "Deeper than that," I walked up to her. "So, are you willing?" Tvalin was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up, her hands hanging by her sides: "I am willing. Please... help me heal." "Very good," I nodded with satisfaction. "Stand still, don't move. No matter what happens, don't resist." She took a deep breath and straightened her back. Her light blue dress rose and fell slightly with her breathing, the fabric at her chest taut, outlining a full silhouette. I moved behind her and wrapped one end of the rope around her wrists. It wasn't a simple binding, but a straight-arm restraint—her arms pulled behind her, elbows bent, forearms pressed against her upper arms, her wrists secured by the rope at her lower back. "It hurts..." Tvalin whispered. "Bear with it." "Feel this restraint," I whispered in their ears, "the sensation of the ropes tightening around your bodies, the friction of the fabric against your skin, and... the shame of being unable to make a sound." Barbara's body began to tremble slightly. I could see a faint blush spreading across her skin beneath the nun's habit, especially on her neck and chest, where the skin had turned a seductive pink. Her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving under the constriction of the ropes, the soft mounds being squeezed and deformed, peeking out from the gaps in the bindings. "Your body is heating up," I said, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, feeling the scorching temperature, "your heart is beating so fast." "Mmmph..." Barbara shook her head, but the denial was merely symbolic. Her eyes began to glaze over, and her body stopped struggling violently, instead shifting into a subtle wriggle—a wriggle not of escape, but of... some primal craving. I moved behind her, my fingers slowly sliding along the ropes on her back, feeling the tremors of her skin beneath the fabric. Then, I gently tightened the ropes on her wrists, deepening the sense of constriction. "Mmm..." Barbara let out a soft hum from her nose. "Does it feel good?" I asked in a low voice. "Mmmph..." She didn't answer, but her body's reaction said it all. Her legs, spread and bound, tensed slightly, and the hem of her nun's habit swayed with her movements, hinting at a dampness beneath the fabric. Tevali watched this scene, her own breathing becoming ragged. She wanted to move, but her arms, bound straight out, rendered her immobile, leaving her to watch helplessly as Barbara succumbed to the restraints. "Does Tevali want to be treated like this too?" I walked over to her, my fingers sliding along the diamond-shaped rope pattern on her chest. "Yes..." Tevali admitted softly, her dragon horns turning completely pink, "The ropes... are so tight... my chest feels so full... my body... feels so strange..." I caressed both bound maidens simultaneously, feeling their tremors under the ropes. Barbara's mouth was still gagged with her own white sock, allowing only muffled whimpers; Tevali's arms were bound behind her, her breasts forced into a prominent position. Both their nun's habits and dresses were slightly damp with sweat, the fabric becoming more sheer, the ropes leaving deeper marks on the soaked material. "This is just the beginning," I whispered in their ears, "Every day from now on, I will bind you like this, letting you feel this shameful yet exquisite sensation." Barbara's body shuddered violently, then slumped back against the chair, her eyes distant. Tevali also let out a soft sigh, her legs feeling weak, relying entirely on the ropes for support to keep her from falling. Both their bodies had reacted, their skin flushed, breathing rapid, legs rubbing together slightly, but neither had reached climax—the desire and shame of being bound were taking root in their hearts, awaiting the next watering. I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, then pulled over a chair and sat before them, ready to enjoy this long night. Only the flickering candlelight and the rapid breaths of the two maidens remained in the room. Barbara was still fixed to the chair, her legs spread and tied to the chair legs, her mouth gagged with her own white sock. Tevali stood before her, arms bound behind her, the diamond rope pattern leaving deep indentations on her dress. Both were soaked in sweat, the fabric clinging to their skin, gleaming ambiguously in the candlelight. I stood up, walked to Barbara, and crouched down. "Miss Nun," I said softly, "let's continue the treatment." Barbara shook her head with a muffled "Mmmph," tears still in her eyes. But I noticed that her cheeks were no longer merely flushed with embarrassment, but tinged with a scarlet hue mixed with a certain longing. Her breathing was still rapid, her chest heaving violently under the restraint of the ropes. My gaze fell on her right foot—the one still clad in a white stocking. Earlier, to retrieve the sock for her gag, I had only removed her left shoe and sock; her right foot still wore its small leather shoe, the white stocking peeking out from the shoe's opening, encasing her slender ankle and calf. "This foot," I said, gripping her right ankle, "hasn't been examined yet." "Mmm-hmm—!" Barbara seemed to realize something, her body tensing sharply, trying to pull her leg back, but the spread-leg restraint prevented her from closing her thighs. I slowly, deliberately unlaced her small leather shoe, my movements gentle, as if unwrapping a precious gift. The shoe came off, revealing the shape of her foot wrapped in a white stocking—the arch, the outline of her toes, all faintly visible beneath the thin cotton. "No..." Barbara let out a pleading sound from her nose. I ignored her, cupping her right foot in my hands, feeling its soft texture. The white stocking still held her body heat, and the faint, maidenly scent. I slowly pressed along her arch with my thumb, feeling the elasticity of the skin beneath the fabric. "Mmmph..." Barbara's body trembled. Then, I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and gently licked the sole of her foot. "—!!!" Barbara arched her body violently, the sock in her mouth allowing only a muffled shriek. Her toes instinctively curled beneath the white stocking, but I held her foot firmly with my palm, preventing her escape. The wet sensation of my tongue penetrated her nerves through the thin sock material. I licked slowly along her arch, feeling the rough texture of the fabric against my tongue, and the sensitive skin beneath. Then, I used the tip of my tongue to gently circle her sole, sometimes pressing, sometimes tickling. "Mmmph-mmmph..." Barbara's voice changed, shifting from terror to... a kind of ineffable moan. Her toes spread and curled beneath the white stocking, her arch tensing with the ticklish sensation, but I held on tight, preventing her from breaking free. My tongue continued its assault, from heel to toe, leaving no spot untouched. I even gently bit her big toe, grinding through the sock. "Mmm... mmm..." Barbara's nasal sounds became soft, her body no longer struggling, but trembling slightly, as if enjoying this shameful sensation. I licked for a long time, until the white sock was soaked with saliva, becoming semi-transparent, clinging to her skin, outlining the shape of her toes. Then, I raised my head and looked into her glazed eyes. "Miss Nun," I said, standing up and walking in front of her, "next, we have a deeper treatment." I removed the gag from her mouth, but before she could spit out the sock, I pinched her chin and leaned down to kiss her. "Miss Eula," I turned around, a smile on my face, "Perfect timing. We were just performing a special kind of therapy." "Enough of your nonsense!" Eula drew her greatsword, "I know exactly what you're up to! You pervert! I'll eliminate you for Mondstadt—" She charged, but the room was small, and her greatsword couldn't be wielded effectively. I dodged to the side as golden ropes shot from my palm! "What is—" Eula slashed at two ropes, but more coiled around her from all directions. She was fast, but my ropes were faster, quickly binding her wrists. "Damn it!" Eula struggled, but the more she fought, the tighter the ropes became. Her greatsword clattered to the floor with a heavy thud. "Miss Eula," I approached her, "Your swordsmanship is impressive, but in this room, ropes are the masters." "Let me go!" She glared at me, her pale blue eyes burning with fury, "I will have my revenge on you! How dare you treat me like this!" "Revenge?" I chuckled, "We'll see about that when you have the strength." I began to bind her. Eula was taller than Barbara and Teyvat, her form-fitting suit perfectly accentuating her curves—a full bust, a slender waist, and long legs encased in black tights. I employed the Reverse Sea Crab restraint—a more humiliating method. First, I bent her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly. Then, ropes pulled her elbows further back, forcing her chest forward. Next, the ropes looped behind her neck, crossed in front of her chest, and pulled taut, connecting to the elbow restraints. "Ah!" Eula gasped as her body was forced into an arch. The blue suit creaked softly under the strain of the ropes. I could see the fabric distorting around her chest, her soft mounds pushed upwards by the ropes, revealing a expanse of pale skin at the neckline. The ropes created a deep groove between her breasts, a tantalizing "about to spill" tension that made my blood race. "Let go! This is too shameful!" Eula struggled, but her movements only tightened the ropes. I continued downwards, cinching her waist. Eula's waist was narrow, and as the ropes tightened, she couldn't help but arch her back. This posture made her hips protrude even more, the black tights outlining her full curves to perfection. "What... what kind of binding is this..." Eula's voice trembled, "My body... is being pulled so tight..." "Reverse Sea Crab," I whispered, "It's most suitable for proud individuals like you. It leaves you unable to resist, unable to maintain your dignity, forced to display your body in shame." "No..." Eula's eyes reddened, "I am of the Lawrence family... I cannot... cannot be treated like this..." "But now, you are merely my captive." I made her kneel, but the Reverse Sea Crab prevented her from kneeling properly like Teyvat. Instead, she was forced into a more humiliating position—knees spread, body arched back, arms pulled to their limit, her chest pushed to its highest point. "Mmmph..." Eula bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. I walked before her, crouched down, and slowly traced my fingers along the ropes on her chest. The fabric of the suit was thin, and I could feel the tremor of her skin beneath. "Don't touch me..." Eula's voice was weak, "I will... have my revenge on you..." "We'll see about that when you have the strength." I began to bind her. Not the usual "therapeutic" restraints from before, but an ultra-tight binding for "capture." First, I pulled her arms behind her back, tying her wrists together tightly, then used rope to pull her elbows back as well, forcing her chest forward. Next, I bent her legs, tying her ankles to her thighs, forming the basis of a "shime-komi" (four-horse binding). "Let go..." the Abyss Mage struggled, "This posture... it's too shameful..." But this was just the beginning. I curled her body further, pressing her knees towards her chest, then used rope to connect her wrists to her ankles, securing them behind her back. Her body was forced into a ball shape, her purple robes squeezed and distorted, revealing large swathes of pale skin. "What... is this..." her voice trembled. "Tuanfu" – binding the human body into a ball, with limbs and torso tied together, rendering them completely immobile. I continued to reinforce. Rope coiled around her chest, constricting those full mounds into unnatural shapes; tightened at her waist, making breathing difficult; wrapped around her inner thighs, exposing and fixing her most private parts completely. "It's too tight..." the Abyss Mage gasped, "Can't... breathe..." "Not finished yet." I took out a black cloth strip and brought it around the back of her head. I'd found it on Eula's gear; it was soft but extremely effective at blocking light. "No..." she realized what I was about to do, "Don't blindfold me..." I ignored her, wrapping the cloth strip around her eyes and tying it, forming a tight blindfold. Her world instantly plunged into darkness, and the fear of the unknown made her tremble even more. "Mmmph..." she began to struggle, but the binding prevented even the slightest twitch. Finally, the gag. I took out Eula's blue hair tie, made of silk, soft yet resilient. I crumpled it into a ball and pried open the Abyss Mage's jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Mmmph—!" The hair tie was shoved into her mouth, filling every inch of space. Her tongue was suppressed, only able to emit muffled whimpers. I used another thin rope to wrap around the outside of her mouth, securing the hair tie within, forming a gag. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—!!!" The Abyss Mage was completely incapacitated. She was bound into a ball, her limbs and torso tied together, her purple robes distorted by the constriction, revealing every curve of her skin. The blindfold rendered her sightless, the gag silenced her, leaving only muffled whimpers. The ropes dug deeply into her body, forming marks on her chest, waist, and inner thighs. The tightness of the binding strictly controlled even her breathing. "Done," I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. A perfect captive. The purple robes contrasted sharply with the golden ropes. The blindfold and gag rendered her completely defenseless, leaving her at my mercy. I bent down and picked her up – she was light, or rather, the binding had reduced her volume significantly. Her body trembled slightly in my arms, that sense of helplessness transmitted through the ropes. "Traveler..." Barbara looked up weakly, "Are you... going to hand her over to Commander Jean?" I carried the tightly bound Abyss Mage out of the room and headed towards the Knights of Favonius headquarters. At the Knights ofmis headquarters, in Jean's office. A knock sounded as Jean was processing documents. She looked up, saw me, and smiled, "Traveler, what brings you here so late?" "I caught a member of the Abyss Order," I walked into the room, placing the "package" in my arms on her desk, "She should know a lot of intel." Jean froze. She looked at the figure curled into a ball on her desk—a purple robe, golden ropes, a blindfold, a gag. The Abyss Mage's body was so tightly bound that not even her fingers could move, only emitting faint "muffled" sounds. "This is..." Jean stood up, walked to the desk, her eyes filled with shock, "An Abyss Mage? How did you..." "With ropes," I answered concisely, "She broke into my room and tried to capture me. She ended up being captured by me instead." Jean reached out and gently touched the ropes on the Abyss Mage. Her fingers slid along the direction of the ropes, feeling the tightness—wrists and ankles connected behind her back, knees pressed against her chest, her chest deformed by the constriction, the ropes around her waist making breathing difficult. "This kind of binding..." Jean's voice held disbelief, "It's so tight... not even an inch of space to move..." "Kinbaku," I explained, "Binding the body into a ball, with limbs and torso fixed together. Add a blindfold and a gag, and she's completely unable to resist, nor can she commit suicide or call for help." Jean looked at the Abyss Mage's slightly trembling body, at her chest deformed by the ropes, at the furrowed brow beneath the blindfold, and a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks. "Traveler..." she whispered, "Your skills... are becoming more and more exquisite..." "Still need more practice," I smiled, "Acting Grand Master Jean, would you like to interrogate her yourself? I can loosen some of the restraints for you to question her." "No..." Jean hesitated for a moment, "Let's leave it like this for now. Let her... remain in this state. I'll go get Lisa to help. Such tight restraints... might make her reveal more intel." She turned towards the door, but before leaving, she looked back at me, her eyes flashing with a complex light: "Your ropes... are truly terrifying. To bind even an envoy of the Abyss like this... If..." She didn't finish, but the implication was clear. I smiled, standing by the desk, looking at the tightly bound Abyss Mage. Her body was still trembling slightly, and beneath the purple robe, the marks of the ropes were clearly visible. This super tight kinbaku had even shocked Acting Grand Master Jean. "Mmmph... Master..." Navia immediately let out a sound, her golden hair messily clinging to her cheeks, "Please... please give me too... like Lady Furina..." "Mmm..." Clorinde also writhed, her purple eyes filled with unwillingness, but more so with desire, "I... I want it too..." I smiled and began to untie them – not to free them, but... to re-tie them. Tonight, I want to make three noble women of Fontaine... serve me together, sink together, and in the golden ropes... completely merge. First, the preparations for kneeling side-by-side. I had Furina, Navia, and Clorinde kneel side-by-side on the soft carpet. Furina was in the middle; as the Hydro Archon, she possessed a natural sense of centrality even at this moment. Navia was on the left, her golden hair like a waterfall under the moonlight. Clorinde was on the right, her short black hair carrying a hint of stubbornness. "Closer," I commanded, "Press against each other, shoulder to shoulder." The three women moved closer, shoulders touching, skin against skin. Furina's shoulders were fair and delicate, Navia's carried a faint fragrance, and Clorinde's had a hint of coolness. Their body temperatures mingled under the moonlight, creating a peculiar atmosphere. Next was the rear-hand binding – the most shameful binding, the one that best embodied "bonds." I first bound Furina's right wrist. The golden rope wound around and around, the first loop loose, allowing her to adjust; the second tightened, pressing into her skin; the third dug in deeply, leaving golden marks on her wrist. Then, without cutting the rope, I extended it directly to Navia's left wrist, also winding it three times – loose, tightened, and dug in deeply. "This kind of binding..." Furina whispered, "We... are connected..." "Yes," I murmured, "The three of you... are now one." I continued to bind Navia's right wrist, three loops of rope, then extended it to Clorinde's left wrist. After three loops, I bound Clorinde's right wrist, and finally... I looped the rope back to Furina's left wrist, forming a complete circle. Now, the wrists of the three women were connected by golden ropes, forming a triangular formation. Any struggle from one would pull on the other two; any tremor from one would be transmitted to the other two. This was true "bondage," true "connection." "It's so tight..." Navia whispered, "We... are really tied together..." "Next are the arms," I continued binding. I bent all three of their arms behind their backs, their elbows bent, forearms pressed against their upper arms, and then bound their elbows together with rope. Furina's right elbow touched Navia's left elbow, Navia's right elbow touched Clorinde's left elbow, and Clorinde's right elbow touched Furina's left elbow – forming a triangular binding of elbows. "This position..." Clorinde gritted her teeth, "It's too shameful... We... are like pearls strung together..."