The Captive Heroine's Chronicle

The bandit leader inwardly cursed, thinking all these chivalrous heroines were the same, pretending to be saints. But this also offered her a chance to live. She remembered a treasure chest she'd once intercepted, containing some special items, rumored to be used by a certain powerful figure to discipline feisty heroines. Even top-ten martial artists, once they put them on, would be at her mercy. The bandit leader yanked Wu Kui forward, her cleaver grazing his neck, drawing beads of blood that rolled down the blade. Murong Wan's expression remained unchanged. She said calmly, "Release him, and I'll give you twenty breaths to escape. Kill him, and you'll die just the same." "Twenty breaths? With this physique, where can I run to?" The bandit leader jiggled her flabby flesh, her face contorted. "I don't want twenty breaths. I admit your martial arts are formidable, but I wonder if you dare to try on the equipment from this box and have a contest with me. If you wear it, I promise I'll let the child go." "Save... save me, heroine, please, save me." Wu Kui felt the blade cut deeper into his skin. He was terrified. Even though he'd thought earlier that death might be preferable, hope was now within reach. He hadn't lived enough; he didn't know what women were like. He couldn't die. Tears welled up in his eyes. The bandit leader kicked the treasure chest to Murong Wan's feet. Murong Wan's sword tip flicked, and the chest sprang open. Inside were several coils of hemp rope and some strange garments. The only item Murong Wan recognized was a dildo. With such vulgar items, she surmised the rest were likely no better. Murong Wan let out a soft huff. No one knew what secrets these peculiar outfits held. If she rashly agreed, not only would she fail to save Wu Kui, but she'd also be trapped. Sensing the shift, the bandit leader quickly amended, "Not everything. Heroine, just wear those shoes inside. Just those." "These?" Murong Wan's sword tip lightly touched the shoes, confirming no hidden mechanisms before she picked them up. They were unlike any shoes she had ever seen. The lines of the shoe body were smooth and elegant, unlike the rounded toes of her embroidered shoes. These had sharp, pointed toes, which would surely cramp her toes. Even more exaggerated was the ten-centimeter heel, a design she'd never encountered. If she wore them, wouldn't she have to walk on tiptoe? The shoe uppers were as clear as crystal. "But if I wear them, won't my feet be completely exposed? What a vulgar design," Murong Wan mused. "What, heroines still won't agree to this? Then I'll have to take this child with me to the grave before I die. Pity he's only a teenager," the bandit leader snarled, threatening Murong Wan. If she refused, she would immediately decapitate Wu Kui. Murong Wan looked at the crystal-clear high heels and Wu Kui's tearful face. She thought that if it were just a pair of shoes, it shouldn't be a problem. She couldn't discern anything amiss with them for the moment. "Wait, I agree." Wu Kui heard the answer, which sounded like heavenly music. He watched as Murong Wan lifted her skirt, revealing her long, shapely thighs. She removed her embroidered shoes and, with white foot wraps, began to slide her feet into the shoes. However, the shoes seemed a bit small. After several failed attempts, Murong Wan had to remove the foot wraps. This was the first time she had exposed her delicate feet to an outsider, though thankfully, the only onlookers were a dying female bandit and a teenage boy. Wu Kui's gaze lingered on her fair feet, adorned with faint blue veins. He felt a stirring. All he wanted now was to place his savior's feet in his mouth and suck them. A blush flickered across Murong Wan's face. Her fingertips gently hooked the heel, and she slowly slid her foot into the pointed crystal shoe. Her rounded heel settled firmly into the shoe's cavity. Then, her toes pushed forward, her toenails, painted a vibrant crimson, perfectly met the shoe's tip, leaving only a sliver of her sexy toes exposed. Murong Wan inwardly cursed the vulgar design. Wu Kui could see through the transparent high heel's upper as Murong Wan's pink, crimson-tipped toes Wu Kui was truly out of options. A wild idea formed in his mind: to eat the worm, thereby claiming the power of these shoes for himself. He had no idea if it would work, but it was the only solution he could think of. He averted his gaze from the wriggling worm in his hand, hardened his resolve, and brought it to his mouth. The sticky fluid burst in his mouth, and Wu Kui forced himself to swallow. It wasn't entirely for Murong Wan's sake that Wu Kui took this action. After witnessing her formidable strength, he knew they were not of the same path. Yet, Murong Wan's stunning beauty and graceful figure made him yearn to connect with her. Thus, the scene of him eating the worm unfolded. "If the one who controls these shoes were me, would the swordswoman take me with her?" Beneath his act of saving her, this sordid, dark thought festered. "It worked." As Wu Kui's will shifted, the high heels stopped constricting and slowly returned to their normal state. The swordswoman's furrowed brow relaxed. He could feel that with just a thought, he could help her remove the shoes that bound her. However, he had no intention of doing so. Wu Kui had been raised by an old beggar and had never truly experienced maternal love. From the moment he first saw Murong Wan, he felt a deep affection for this mature woman. He didn't understand this feeling, but if he had the chance, he wanted to possess her, to make her his own. Dark thoughts took root and blossomed in Wu Kui's mind. When the high heels had shrunk to a size just smaller than the swordswoman's jade feet, he willed them to stop changing. "This is good. This is good. The swordswoman won't be able to take these shoes off." Looking at her cute toes squeezed within the crystal shoes, Wu Kui felt a stirring. "No, no. There are more important things to do right now." Wu Kui bent over and shuffled to the overturned treasure chest. The only item he recognized was a jade dildo, which the old beggar had told him was a toy for women's self-pleasure. Combined with the strange high heels, Wu Kui guessed that the other items in the chest were likely things designed to restrict women. "If I make the swordswoman wear these things, won't she obediently submit to me?" Wu Kui grinned, already envisioning Murong Wan adorned in the items, prostrating herself at his feet. Murong Wan was beginning to stir. Wu Kui quickly gathered the treasures from the chest and stuffed them into his own backpack before moving towards her. "Swordswoman, are you awake?" Wu Kui offered a fawning smile, nimbly pouring a cup of water and handing it to Murong Wan. Murong Wan declined his offer, pressing her hand to her forehead. As she regained consciousness, her gaze immediately fell to her ankles. As expected, the hateful shoes were still on her feet. While she had to admit that the crystal high heels were the most beautiful she had ever seen, both in design and aesthetic, the excruciating pain of being squeezed had made her desperate to remove them. Murong Wan channeled her energy, and Wu Kui felt a powerful pressure emanating from her, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks. "No, no," Wu Kui prayed silently in his heart, hoping the shoes were strong enough to withstand the swordswoman's assault. Heaven seemed to answer his plea. After much effort, the swordswoman achieved nothing. The shoes, however, activated their protective mechanism, automatically shrinking another size without Wu Kui's command. Wu Kui also glimpsed a cylindrical protrusion growing from the center of the crystal high heels, forcing Murong Wan's arch even higher, making it even more difficult for her, who could already barely walk on her tiptoes. "Ah..." Murong Wan let out a soft cry. The tearing sensation on her instep and the crushing pressure on her toes left her immobile. Walking normally had become a luxury. She had to focus all her energy on her feet just to move as she usually would, but this was unsustainable in the long run. Wu Kui helped Murong Wan to her feet. The woman's mature, alluring body inadvertently stirred his heartstrings. "So soft, so fragrant, like ripe meat." His desire to possess her reached its peak, and he did not alleviate the burden on her feet, even though it was something he could do with a mere thought. Murong Wan trembled as she approached the pile of minced meat that was once the bandit leader. Just those few steps made her feel a dampness between her legs. She felt a secret shame, "When did I become so sensitive? It must be these damn shoes." Murong Wan was anxious to find the bandit leader's box. She clearly remembered seeing him control the shoes on her feet with that box. "As long as I find it, everything will be resolved." Thinking this, she finally found the opened box in a corner. Seeing the box had been tampered with, Murong Wan channeled her energy to her feet, drew her sword, and pointed it directly at Wu Kui. Wu Kui and she were the only two living people present. Before she fainted, she had seen the box was sealed. How could the contents have vanished upon waking? It could only be Wu Kui. "Speak, where are the contents of the box?" Murong Wan's face was cold, her three-foot-long sword pressed against Wu Kui's neck. This was the second time Wu Kui had a sharp weapon pointed at his neck today, but he dared not even breathe. He knew that one wrong word would result in his head being immediately severed by the sharp blade. "Re-report, report, report, my lady," Wu Kui knelt on the ground, speaking a mixture of truth and lies. "When I saw you had fainted, the shoes were still tightening. I couldn't bear to see my savior in such a state, so I had no choice but to open the box. Seeing a worm inside, I swallowed it to relieve your foot pain." After all, his intention to save the lady was genuine. "You little pervert, do you think I'll believe your nonsense? There were clearly other ways. Tell me, if I kill you with my sword now, can I take off these damned shoes?" Murong Wan's arm moved forward slightly, and blood once again flowed from Wu Kui's recently scabbed wound. "I am truly wronged, my lady. What if the shoes become even worse if I die?" Although he said this, Wu Kui dared not risk provoking her at this moment. Murong Wan was clearly a resolute woman and would not tolerate his threats. Indeed, after Wu Kui spoke, Murong Wan's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura emanated from her words: "Are you threatening me?" "Never, my lady. My life is insignificant, and it was saved by you anyway, so you are welcome to take it. However, I thought that if I could understand the mystery of that worm and help you remove the shoes, it would be repayment for saving my life. But if you insist on taking my life, I will obey." "It's just that Wu Kui has been an orphan since childhood, wandering everywhere. I only hope my lady is benevolent and can find a burial place for Wu Kui, so I don't end up as carrion in the wilderness. If I could also have some roast chicken and fine wine, it would be a life well-lived." After speaking, Wu Kui closed his eyes, adopting an attitude of 'do as you please.' Murong Wan, as a wandering swordswoman, was naturally kind-hearted. She disdained killing innocents, and moreover, Wu Kui was just a child. "You may go," Murong Wan waved her hand, sheathed her sword, and turned to leave, leaving behind only a faint scent of fragrance brushing past Wu Kui's face. At this moment, she just wanted to return to her residence to see if there was any way to remove these strange shoes. "Apologies, but our magistrate has decreed that dangerous criminals like yourself require certain... precautionary measures. So, hehehe, just get yourself bound, and our magistrate can proceed with your case with peace of mind." The yamen runner held a bundle of hemp rope, a lewd grin plastered on his face. "You!" Murong Wan seethed. She knew these men were deliberately making things difficult for her. They had all the time in the world to waste, but those poor women didn't. Thinking of the homeless, pitiable souls, Murong Wan's heart softened. "Even bound, these men can't harm me. It's better to cooperate and get this over with quickly." "Fine. But I have one condition: only this young man here can tie me up." This was Murong Wan's bottom line. Rather than have her person defiled by the filthy hands of these perverts, she'd rather have Wu Kui do it. It would be slightly more bearable. "Me?" Wu Kui pointed at himself, surprised that such a "choice assignment" had fallen to him. Murong Wan herself had proposed it, so it wasn't his fault. Seeing Murong Wan's unyielding stance, the yamen runner relented. After all, if he delayed the magistrate's "good intentions," his own livelihood would be at stake. "Kid, here. Don't try any funny business. Tie her up as I show you." The yamen runner tossed the hemp rope to Wu Kui. Wu Kui caught it, hefted it in his hand, and then scraped it with his fingernail. He came to a conclusion: "Something's not right with this rope." He patted Murong Wan's thigh, signaling her to bend down. Then, he whispered in her ear, "Heroine, this rope feels off." Murong Wan was initially dismissive. She had always been confident in her own abilities. But then she recalled yesterday's confrontation and Wu Kui's words calling her an arrogant fool. She decided to humor the boy's suggestion. Murong Wan pouted, thinking to herself, "Tch, kids are so troublesome." "Here, take it!" Murong Wan secretly passed a small wooden box from her palm. "Press the button on it if anything happens." "Hey, what are you two whispering about? Hurry up!" the yamen runner urged from the side. "Should I tie it loosely, heroine?" Wu Kui asked, as Murong Wan placed her hands behind her back. "No, tie it normally. We don't want them finding another excuse," she replied. "Alright!" Wu Kui seemed to have a natural talent for tying people up. The yamen runner had only demonstrated briefly, and he had memorized it all. Due to the height difference, Murong Wan had to bend her knees slightly to make it easier for Wu Kui to bind her. Wu Kui placed the middle section of the rope around Murong Wan's slender neck, letting the two ends hang evenly in front of her chest. He then threaded each end under Murong Wan's armpits and brought them to her back. Next, he crossed the two ropes and threaded them upwards through the loop at the nape of her neck. Placing one hand on Murong Wan's back, he simultaneously tightened the rope with his other hand, pulling her shoulders back and forcing her to lift her head and chest. Her already ample bosom seemed to swell even further. The remaining lengths of rope were used to repeatedly cross and wrap around Murong Wan's upper arms and elbows, creating two or three "loops" on each side. These loops dug tightly into the soft flesh of her arms. The crossed ropes converged at the center of Murong Wan's back – this was Wu Kui's own addition, as he thought it would look better, more fitting for a heroine. "Hiss... This brat. I told him to tie me normally, not to try and strangle me," Murong Wan grumbled inwardly, but she couldn't lash out at the moment.