The Fugitive Journey of the Saintess and the Witch

Under the teachings of the Goddess of Dawn, as long as the stability and peace of the world are not disturbed, other faiths are permitted to exist without forcing others to believe in the Goddess of Dawn. After this doctrine was announced, there were few dissenting voices, and the Goddess of Dawn thus became the largest and most mainstream faith. Therefore, now, if the word "Church" is not preceded by any other title, it refers to the Church of Dawn. Returning to the present, Lyra, the Saintess of the Church of Dawn, was not here in her capacity as the Church's Saintess. According to the briefing of the secret mission, she was here to find and apprehend a witch. "But do I really have to be sent on a business trip all the way here?" Lyra muttered to herself, adjusting the white iris-shaped hairpin on her pink bangs in the glass of a shop window by the street. It was natural for her to have this question. This was Omega Town, a place far from her usual area of activity. Due to the secret nature of the mission, as required, she first took the Church's private jet to the nearest city, and then from that city, she took the horse-drawn carriage system, which was rarely used now but was loosely managed and more for tourists to experience life. The reason for this roundabout journey was not only because Omega Town had no airport for landing but also because of the white suitcase she was carrying. This was Church equipment issued along with the secret mission, said to contain items capable of restraining and limiting witches, which were to be used on the witch after capture to restrain her. After all, according to intelligence, the witch believed in the evil goddess "Mengyou." Although she had not been active for many years, she was still one of the top-tier, extremely high-risk targets in the Church's limited records. She was second only to the evil gods who sought to disrupt world order, unlike the faith of the Church of Dawn. And these items blessed by the Goddess of Dawn were precisely able to counter witches who believed in "Mengyou." As the mission was secret, the suitcase naturally had no Church markings, nor could Lyra be given any special treatment in her travel arrangements. So, while traveling by Church private jet was fine, it would be troublesome to explain the contents of the box during security checks if she chose to take public transport like buses or subways. And Lyra's own attire... Well, looking at her reflection in the shop window, Lyra felt a moment of emotion. Beneath her pink hair was the combat uniform issued by the Church to its Saintesses, though some parts had been modified by Lyra herself. The combat uniform was designed to fit the Saintess's temperament, so its base was a simplified formal dress. The off-the-shoulder formal dress design was predominantly black, with the upper part hugging Lyra's youthful curves, concealing a small white bandeau underneath. A satin ribbon on the left chest of the dress extended upwards, crossing Lyra's delicate collarbone and snow-white shoulder before disappearing into her pink hair and gently tightening around the soft curve of her back, finally connecting above the waistline at the back of the dress to secure it. Lyra's fair skin was faintly visible through the semi-transparent镂空 (hollowed-out) floral pattern on her lower abdomen. Starting from her slender waist, Lyra had cut the originally not-very-long skirt, embroidering it with patterns and splitting it from the sides of her lower back, like the back of a cloak, covering her behind while revealing her lower body and legs for agile movement. Therefore, she wore black hot pants for ease of movement, and the black silk stockings that clung to her legs further accentuated the curves of her slender limbs. The garter belts wrapped around her thighs caused the flesh of her legs beneath the stockings to bulge slightly, intended to conceal the pistol hanging from the belt beneath the skirt at her waist. As for the black combat boots, originally in a high-heeled style, Lyra had shortened the heels and made them slightly thicker. Ribbons extending upwards from the boot shaft and wrapping around her calves also served to secure them, making it easier for her to perform various large movements. The reason it was called a combat uniform was that although this outfit was designed to resemble a formal dress to match the Saintess's temperament, appearing thin and breathable, it was sufficient to completely withstand low-power bullets and reduce the effects of destructive magic. Lyra lifted her leg and lightly tapped the tip of her shoe, confirming the information on her phone. The intelligence marked several areas where the witch might be active, requiring Lyra to investigate them one by one without revealing her identity. Out of consideration for not alarming the witch, Lyra was not required to report to the local Church upon arrival in Omega Town and was to begin the mission directly. After capturing the witch, she was to report to the Church with the witch to assist in her detention. "The Church here isn't even sending anyone to help..." "During the fight just now, why didn't you use it, little sister Lyra?" Renisha asked, her tone laced with a curiosity as if discussing something unrelated to herself. "This is a restraint device used after defeating you; it doesn't help in combat." The personnel who handed over the suitcase had indeed explained this. However, Renisha's question sparked a small doubt in Lyra. It was normal for restraints to be used on captured individuals; Lyra herself had seen magical handcuffs and similar items used to prevent criminals from using magic. But, she mused, the person who gave her this white suitcase had specifically emphasized that it was a restraint to be used *after* defeating the witch, yet refused to explain its contents or usage. They had simply said, "Saintess will know when she opens it." Lyra recalled that in past combat missions, she had occasionally used her equipment case as a shield against bullets or magic. Yet, this suitcase, which offered no combat advantage, was apparently more durable than her own gear? "Does it need to be carried in a box like this?" Renisha tapped the suitcase with her finger again. "Can I open it and take a look?" "...As you wish." Lyra, feeling a touch of exasperation, watched Renisha, who now appeared disarmingly innocent, reminiscent of their earlier shopping trip. A complex mix of emotions churned within her. Could this person truly be a witch? Lyra shook her head, banishing the fleeting thought of weakness. She had encountered cultists of evil gods who were masters of disguise. Besides, if Renisha were truly innocent, a trip back to the church for investigation would surely clear her name. The church would compensate her, and Lyra would gladly apologize. If she couldn't even bear such a minor inconvenience, didn't that mean she was indeed problematic, harboring guilt? With these thoughts, Lyra began unfastening the latches of the suitcase, preparing to open it. She was, after all, curious herself. The suitcase didn't even have an electronic lock; she couldn't remotely open it like her equipment case. The white suitcase featured an elegant mechanical lock, its surface etched with patterns like ancient scrolls from a museum mural. However, what lay inside caused Lyra's ice-blue eyes to widen, a flicker of astonishment crossing her face. She had already noted that the suitcase wasn't heavy, and upon opening it, she saw that it didn't contain much. The contents themselves were what truly surprised Lyra. For some reason, it held an array of intricately designed and flamboyant clothing, including black stockings and panties. Beside them lay... a pale gold rope, a jet-black collar, and a red gag with cutouts... Drawing upon her innate knowledge and her experiences apprehending slave traders and other criminals, Lyra immediately understood what these items were, her face flushing crimson. These implements, rather than being restraints... well, while they could *barely* be explained as a means to restrain a witch, Lyra felt they were more akin to sex toys. Had she grabbed the wrong item? Could such a critical mission be marred by such a blunder? Lyra's face burned as she shifted uncomfortably, deeply embarrassed. Renisha, upon seeing the contents, reacted with less intensity than Lyra. She simply reached out, picked up the black stockings from the suitcase, and chuckled, teasing Lyra, "Are you planning to restrain me with stockings, little sister Lyra?" "B-but there's also the rope and other things! They're more than enough to restrain you, aren't they?" Faced with this absurd scene, and unwilling to lose face for the church, Lyra could only cling to a sliver of hope and retort defiantly. Whether the supplier of the equipment had made a mistake or if this was the church's intended arrangement, it was a matter of the church's reputation. She had already lost the battle; she couldn't afford to lose face now and disgrace the church. At least, that's how Lyra saw it. She couldn't possibly have moved her, a half-blood. And then, as if possessed, she remembered the words of the person who had handed her the suitcase. "My Lady Saint, you'll know when you open it." She looked at the pale gold rope in her hand and suddenly had other ideas. Ideas she understood somewhat due to her heritage and experiences, but had never had the chance to try. Ever since she had lost to the other party, she had been led around by the nose. It was time to let this witch know what she was capable of... "Alright, in that case, please sit still, Sister Renisha." Lailin finally smiled naturally and unfurled the rope. "Then, I won't move around this time," Renisha said, raising her hands in front of her again with a smile. As a result, Lailin naturally pushed Renisha's hands down. "We're not tying your hands first, you know?" "Hmm?" Renisha blinked her purple eyes. As she blinked, Lailin, standing in front of her, looped the pale gold rope around her nape, then pulled it to her chest and tied a slipknot. "This is..." Lailin didn't answer Renisha's slightly confused voice directly. Instead, she let the rope loop over and under Renisha's rounded breasts, then around to her armpits. Lailin took off her shoes and stepped onto the sofa with her legs, clad in black stockings, bringing her entire body behind Renisha and lifting her black hair. "Hands behind you..." Lailin said, gently prying Renisha's hands behind her back. She then threaded the rope that passed under Renisha's armpits through to the back, wrapping it around Renisha's arms, which were encased in long black gloves. She wound it around several times, causing Renisha's soft, slender skin to bulge between the loops of the rope, stretching the elastic, thin long gloves taut against her skin. "We're going to cross them..." Lailin didn't know what expression she had on her face, but she reminded Renisha in a languid tone. As the ropes wound around her arms from the upper arm to the wrist, Lailin, behind Renisha, controlled Renisha's arms, causing them to cross upwards behind her back. Then, she pulled out the rope that had been wound all the way to her wrists and secured the crossed wrists with a cross-shaped binding. "Ah, so... that's how it is..." Renisha also felt her arms being bound behind her and began to understand Lailin's method of tying. It was somewhat unexpected, but still acceptable. However, for Lailin, this was just the beginning. After the crossed wrists were secured with the cross-shaped rope loops, Lailin brought the two remaining strands of rope together into one, pulling it upwards along Renisha's exposed, snow-white back. Then, she passed it under the initial loop around Renisha's neck, secured it at the nape, and with her right hand, pulled the rope that had passed through the neck loop downwards. Next, with her left hand gently supporting Renisha's crossed wrists behind her back, she slowly lifted them upwards while her right hand continuously pulled the rope downwards. Since the rope was connected to Renisha's wrists, this process involved Lailin's hands working in tandem, causing Renisha's bound hands to be lifted higher and higher, forming a W shape. At the same time, her entire upper body, from her arms to her wrists and neck, was bound by a single rope. This slow movement caused Renisha's entire upper body to tighten gradually. "Hiss—" This was an unexpected development for Renisha. She didn't know what Lailin was doing behind her, but she could feel the restraint from the rope binding her crossed arms behind her back becoming tighter and tighter, pulling her arms upwards. Her body instinctively tensed, and she leaned back slightly, her chest puffing out, making her delicate collarbones more prominent. The rope around her neck also tightened, constricting her slender, pale neck even more. "Is it... a little too tight?" Feeling her arms being pulled to their limit, Renisha tried to ask in as relaxed a tone as possible. "Didn't Sister Renisha just say my strength wasn't enough?" Lailin retorted with a teasing tone, pulling the downward rope harder with her right hand while lifting Renisha's crossed arms higher with her left. "Mmm—" Renisha couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, her hands pulled by the rope, forced into the W-shape limit of her endurance. The soft skin on her back beneath her dress tensed, its curves becoming more pronounced, and her legs instinctively pushed against the ground. "How is it, Sister Renisha?" Lailin leaned close to Renisha's ear, her breath warm and her tone filled with unconcealed triumph. "Sister Lailin is... quite capable..." Renisha forced herself to respond in as natural a tone as possible, enduring the sensation of the rope flowing like a snake around her arms and neck. The ropes around her body felt like venomous snakes biting into her skin, bringing an extreme sense of constriction, creating the illusion that no part of her was left unbound. Especially the evening gown she wore. While it had fit reasonably well when she put it on, she had felt a slight, constant pressure of the fabric tightening and clinging to her. Now, in conjunction with the ropes, this feeling of restraint was even more pronounced. To say nothing of her arms and legs, her very skin felt securely shackled. Even if she could ignore the sting of the crotch rope and attempt to struggle, with her physical abilities alone, without magic, she could barely move. What a peculiar method of binding… Renisha suppressed the shame welling up inside her and maintained a composed demeanor, waiting for Lailin to return with the remaining implements from the trunk. With her legs bound tightly together, she could no longer cross them. Lailin returned to Renisha’s side, carrying three items. A collar, a gag, and a blindfold. These were all items Renisha had previously examined. While they contained some magical runes, none of them were offensive or harmful. The ring-shaped collar was made of a peculiar material, appearing reflective and hard like metal, yet possessing a certain elasticity and malleability. A bipyramidal amethyst was embedded in the collar. Lailin approached Renisha, preparing to fasten the collar around her neck. “I’ve already been bound by you like this, little Lailin…” Renisha twisted her body as little as possible, blinking her purple eyes at Lailin. “…Aren’t you going to tell me the truth, little Lailin? Like, who exactly are you?” “I told you, I’m a saintess of the church…” Hearing this, Lailin felt a touch of exasperation. She knew her mixed heritage made her words somewhat unconvincing. But she wasn’t lying. Renisha, currently a witch suspected of multiple crimes, was bound like this, yet still appeared ill-intentioned, constantly questioning her identity. This made Lailin a little petulant, wanting to tease Renisha further. After all, even though it wasn’t intentional, she had drawn a little of Renisha’s blood earlier. For a vampire’s bloodline, the act of feeding also involved injecting a mark into the target’s blood. The basic function of this mark was to allow the vampire to easily locate the target again, and it also enabled the vampire to cast certain spells on the target through this mark. Not now, it would have to wait… “This collar feels very much like one for a pet,” Renisha said, changing the subject, her eyebrows raised as she looked at the collar in Lailin’s hand. “What, is this how the so-called Church of Dawn treats people?” “…” This statement once again left Lailin speechless, momentarily at a loss for words. The doctrines of the Church of Dawn were very inclusive, which was why it had become the most widely followed mainstream church today. When she herself had carried out missions in the past, she had always ensured the basic human rights of the prisoners she needed to capture alive. Indeed, she had never used such elaborate implements as she was today. Usually, handcuffs were sufficient. She didn’t understand why this classified mission had provided such restraints. “…We must be careful when dealing with dangerous witches, of course,” Lailin could only reply somewhat flustered. She secretly resolved to ask for clarification on the details of this mission upon her return. There were too many strange aspects to this situation so far. Lailin hastily fastened the separated collar around Renisha’s slender neck, and with a soft *click*, it was secured. Renisha found the collar surprisingly snug against the curve of her neck. As expected, the magical runes on the collar were affecting her ability to use magic. However, as also anticipated, it had some effect but still couldn’t completely restrict her. But when Lailin then produced the gag, Renisha paused slightly. “What is this?” Ah… Lailin suddenly realized that the purpose of the gag in her hand would indeed be incomprehensible to most people… Then, Layla reached out to part Renisha's black hair, tinged with purple at the tips, and slipped her hand behind Renisha's head to remove the gag. The instant the buckle opened and the gag was removed, the shaft that had been inside Renisha's mouth vanished, and the gag reverted to its normal appearance. This was so disorienting for Renisha that as the gag left her pink lips, trailing a thin strand of saliva, she couldn't help but cough violently. "Cough—cough cough!" Layla, unaware of the true cause, wondered if Renisha's reaction was a bit excessive. She hadn't tried it herself, of course, but was wearing a gag really that big of a deal? "Cough—hiss!" As Renisha coughed, a sudden stimulation from her nether regions made her gasp, but to avoid showing weakness in front of Layla, she bit her lip and suppressed it, letting out only a brief moan. This was because she could feel that after the gag left her mouth, the ring-shaped groove fitted around her clit began to vibrate gently, constantly teasing her sensitive clit, which had become engorged and erect. The stimulation wasn't as intense as what she'd endured earlier, but it was precisely this mild, persistent vibration that made Renisha feel as though her clit was being gripped and kneaded by the ring-shaped groove on her underwear. Renisha keenly realized this was another mechanism of the restraint device; removing the gag would trigger a gentle stimulation, a warning that she must keep the gag in place. (Is this intentional?) Renisha endured the subtle stimulation in her lower body, trying to observe Layla's reaction as calmly as possible. Layla's reaction was normal; she simply brought the blueberry double-skin milk with a straw to Renisha's lips. Although her legs, encased in black silk stockings, were firmly bound by pale gold ropes, Renisha instinctively tensed her lower body to endure, managing to force a faint, nonchalant smile and tease: "Sister Layla, did you add anything else inside?" Hearing this, Layla felt a wave of helplessness. She could imagine her image in Renisha's eyes was likely quite poor. But she was a saintess of the Church, and everything would be done according to protocol. If it turned out the Church had made a wrong judgment and wrongly accused Renisha, she would apologize and offer compensation. However, precisely because she was a saintess, she was also responsible for the Church and the common people. After all, the current signs pointed to Renisha potentially being guilty. Although, Layla had to admit internally that the way Renisha was bound was perhaps a little excessive because she'd indulged her playful side, just a little... But before everything was settled, she had no particular penchant for tormenting others. She still needed to replenish her fluids. However, she could tell Renisha no longer trusted her very much... Well, if she were bound like this, it would be hard to trust the person who bound her. "...I'll take a sip first, then." Knowing she was in the wrong, Layla took a sip through the straw. The sweet and sour taste of the blueberry jam and the rich, mellow milk flowed down her throat and into her stomach, feeling quite comfortable. While the sweetness was nice, she personally preferred coffee. "How is it? No problem?" Layla shrugged, showing off the milk tea, and then offered it to Renisha's lips again. Renisha, sitting sideways in the trolley, shifted her legs slightly. She lowered her gaze to the straw of the milk tea, her lips twitching slightly, and then, instead of taking the straw with her mouth, she offered Layla a sly smile. "What, Sister Layla, are you planning to steal my first kiss?" Renisha teased, while also discreetly scanning her surroundings. Deprived of magic, she had to rely on such primitive methods. However, she still didn't sense anyone else, nor did she see any magical patterns or other traces of magic. This seemed to be just an ordinary abandoned building. But while she was thinking, Layla, who had been teased, suddenly froze for a moment. Then, she quickly realized Renisha was referring to an indirect kiss. When they had shared dessert at the shop before, although she had fed Renisha with a spoon, there hadn't been this kind of contact. Thinking of this, Layla's face immediately flushed, and her voice, unable to be fully controlled, rose slightly. "What are you talking about—" Despite her words, Layla hastily wiped the straw with her hand before, her ears still red, offering the milk tea again. Seeing this, Renisha, enduring the stimulation in her lower body, felt a slight easing of her mood, a sense of having gained a little control over the conversation. She no longer stood on ceremony and bit down on the straw, taking a sip. After all, she had been quite dehydrated from being tormented in the box earlier. Mmm... it tasted good. So much so that Renisha, truly dry and thirsty, took another deep sip, savoring the sweet and sour nourishment. It seemed the lingering discomfort in her throat from the gag's shaft earlier had also eased considerably. Therefore, Renisha's evaluation of Layla improved slightly, but only slightly. After all, there was no telling if the other party had some ulterior motive behind this action. After a brief respite and replenishment of fluids, Renisha, enduring the faint electrical current-like stimulation in her lower body, tried to extract more information from Layla and initiated the conversation: "So, Sister Layla, didn't you say you were going to take me to the Church?" Her body needed proper rest. Thus, the simple act of shifting from her side to face down was incredibly difficult. Especially with her thighs and calves bound together, and the entire set of restraints cinching her body, she couldn't exert force as she would when free. The result of forcing herself to move while her body was still weak from the aftershocks of orgasm. Was that Lyra, despite managing to adjust her position to face down with her bound legs in a seated position, found it impossible to lift her upper body. She could only lie limply on the ground. This left her with her upper body pressed against the floor, her hips slightly raised, a posture that felt deeply humiliating. But to move towards Renisha, this was the most manageable position. Her vision obscured by the blindfold, Lyra couldn't be sure if there were cameras in this room, dubbed the "confinement chamber." She could only hope there weren't, or that whoever monitored the cameras wasn't watching them 24/7. However, moving in this position presented significant challenges. Firstly, the restraints bound her knees, from above to below, and her ankles, keeping her thighs together. Although at the time, to humiliate her, her legs were spread apart, allowing her to move by using her thighs, which was a small mercy. But, with her upper body pressed to the ground, legs spread in a seated position, and her thighs and calves folded together, moving was still incredibly difficult when her entire body was weak. Furthermore, her inability to lift her upper body due to weakness meant her breasts, rounded by the restraints around her chest, were pressed beneath her. Even with the protection of her combat dress and bra, her body, still sensitive from the lingering effects of the drug, could feel the stimulation from her breasts. Her flesh was flattened, rubbing against the bra and the ground, and the nipples, which had slightly subsided, became engorged and erect again from the renewed stimulation. "Ngh!" Adding to her distress, the vibrator in her cunt continued to vibrate at a low frequency, making her sensitive body feel hot again. Her once dry nether regions seemed to be moistening once more. Her bound legs instinctively squeezed together, but Lyra knew she couldn't stop. Her body's weakness demanded all her strength. Her face, covered by the cloth, moved in conjunction with her shoulders, torso, and legs, like an earthworm inching towards Renisha's location. "Ngh..." Lyra's body struggled to adapt to this position, her upper body pressed to the ground as she wriggled towards Renisha. Especially since the restraints not only bound her arms behind her back but also her waist and legs. Every movement pulled at her body through the restraints that clung to her skin, limiting her range of motion and making it incredibly difficult to exert force. Her already limp body had to strain harder, but the more she strained, the more her movements pulled at the restraints, and the slight widening of the restraints only resulted in her body being bound even tighter. "Ngh—" The restraints digging into her soft skin through the fabric was one thing, but what bothered Lyra the most was the strap wedged between her legs. With the lingering effects of the drug, her damp, not yet dry hot pants, stockings, and white lace panties couldn't prevent the strap from digging into her engorged, swollen labia as Lyra writhed. Each friction made her petals redder and more swollen, sending a throbbing sensation from her lower body to her spine with every movement. "Ngh!" Only by stopping and ceasing her struggle towards Renisha could she escape the stimulation, but Lyra couldn't stop. The result was the friction of her breasts against the ground, and the friction of the restraints against her petals, once again stirring Lyra's senses. Coupled with the vibrator's not intense but perfectly timed tremors, the heat surging between her legs became difficult to quell. Her breaths grew heavier, and the space between her weak legs became moist again. "Ngh... Ngh..." Lyra adjusted her heavy breathing in the darkness of the blindfold, steadying her mind, and forcing herself to endure the stimulation in her lower body, to avoid being pushed to the brink again. However, as she moved towards Renisha, primarily by wriggling forward with her face, shoulders, upper body, and trembling bound legs, the cloth covering her face slipped off. Without the cloth obscuring her, Lyra felt her breathing become a little easier. No longer having to inhale that overly sweet scent, though the stickiness in her mouth remained unpleasant... All that was left was the tape on her face... but with Renisha's help, it should be fine. Thinking she was closer to being freed, Lyra even struggled and wriggled a bit more energetically. But the stimulation from the restraint wedged between her labia, along with the vibrator, caused her body to tremble with pleasure a few times, and she then steadied her pace. She couldn't rush... In this brief moment, Lyra, her guard slightly lowered, felt a hard, spherical object suddenly block her lips. A red gag with cutouts had already pried her lips open, though the straps hadn't been fastened yet. Realizing this, Lyra hastily extended her tongue, attempting to push the gag away from her mouth. But she felt the slickness of the gag's surface, her tongue brushing against a slightly sweet liquid on its exterior. She suddenly realized the gag, like the ropes, had been transferred from Renisha. Which meant— This, this was Renisha's saliva— Noticing this, Lyra's face instantly flushed, and her attempt to push the gag out with her tongue faltered. After all, the more she pushed with her tongue, the more it felt like she was actively licking Renisha's sweet nectar. The result was that in this moment of hesitation, the straps on either side of the gag automatically wrapped around the back of her head, fastening and tightening, securing the gag between her lips. Lyra, realizing too late, could no longer prevent the gag from filling her mouth. Moreover, her lips were already smeared with Renisha's saliva, more saliva mingling with her own. Unaccustomed to the gag, Lyra instinctively tried to swallow, which resulted in her swallowing some of Renisha's saliva. Ahhh! Lyra shook her head in shame and anger, but the collar around her neck restricted her movements, causing her to choke. No! I can't just be tied up like this— Although her body was already bound by ropes, Lyra, with her cheeks burning, refused to resign herself to fate. She hadn't been restricted from using magic by a collar like Renisha, so she immediately channeled her internal magic. Using vampire magic, she willed her blood to transform into a crimson dagger in her hand. Although her hands were firmly tied behind her back with pale gold ropes, making movement extremely inconvenient. Lyra still attempted to use her nimble fingers to manipulate the blood dagger and cut the ropes binding her. However, the strength of the blood-formed dagger was completely insufficient to sever the ropes, which had been strengthened by absorbing magic. Lyra felt the tip of the blood dagger transmit the same sensation she had felt when cutting the ropes with her sword earlier. That difficult-to-cut feeling. But now, more importantly, Lyra's attempt to resist with magic had triggered the punishment mechanism of the restraint system on her body. The ropes binding Lyra began to emit a pale gold light, and at the same instant, they tightened violently. "Guh!" Wh-what, why did they get tighter again! Lyra felt all the ropes on her body tighten in an instant, every inch of rope on her skin feeling as though it was digging into her flesh, creating an intense sensation of constriction. The tightening of the collar around her neck, while not enough to suffocate her, affected her breathing, causing her head to instinctively tilt back, her body instinctively wanting to resist the restraint. However, as she was bound and lying on the ground, even tilting her head back only made her chest more prominent. The ropes encircling her breasts also tightened from the base. Although Lyra's figure was not as mature as Renisha's, her developing breasts were still made to appear full and round by the constricting ropes. The tightened, full breasts further squeezed the rope bar passing between them, and the rope bar, in turn, cooperated with the ropes around her chest to make her breasts stand out even more. My chest—it feels so full— Lyra grumbled, but had to arch her chest, which rose and fell like small hills, as the ropes binding her upper body and arms tightened simultaneously, forcing her to push her chest out to slightly alleviate the overall constriction. The ropes, pressing through her clothing, dug into the soft flesh of her arms, creating soft, undulating ridges. The tightening of the net of ropes around her body resulted in her arms, bound in a W-shape behind her back, being pressed even closer to her back, forcing her to push her chest out, oppressed by the invisible force of the constriction. It's, it's too tight— The ropes on her legs did not spare Lyra either. Starting from her feet, the ropes wrapped around her insteps and the soles of her shoes began to tighten, pressing her shoes firmly against her small feet. Giving her the illusion that her combat high heels had shrunk. Next, the rope loops around her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, mid-thigh, and at the base of her thighs all tightened simultaneously, causing her legs, encased in black silk stockings, to develop elegant indentations from the ∞-shaped rope loops. Her legs were pressed together completely, leaving almost no gap. The intense tightness made her instinctively kick her legs, but she was utterly unable to break free from even the slightest restraint. Renesha squirmed in her restraints as she spoke, sinking slightly and nudging Lailin's lower abdomen with her chin. "Here." Even such a slight movement caused the ropes around her to tighten, and the rods inserted into her pussy and ass gave a slight twist. Recalling the fright of being held by Lailin earlier, her face flushed slightly. Feeling the gentle touch of the other's chin on her lower abdomen, Lailin, whose cheeks were still warm, quickly understood Renesha's meaning. "Can you handle it?" "...If I weren't restrained like this, I could try." Renesha looked up, returning a sly glance from bottom to top. But the slight blush on her cheeks still betrayed her shyness. The implication was clear: she wanted Lailin to take her place in the restraints and try. "There's no time. All our actions must be based on the premise that the enemy who ambushed me has already exposed our location." Lailin's icy blue eyes narrowed, and she immediately became alert. Combining her thoughts with the information on her phone, she began to formulate a preliminary escape route. "Then what should we do?" On this matter, Renesha could only ask Lailin. "Let's assume we're being tracked. We need to shake them off first." This was the most basic counter-surveillance tactic. Through this process, she could also determine the enemy's capabilities and whether they were truly being tracked. With that, Lailin released Renesha, placing her back on the sofa. She pocketed Renesha's phone and retreated to her own room to prepare. Renesha was frustrated that she couldn't continue pressing against Lailin to add more grains to the illusory hourglass within her, but there was nothing she could do. She could only lie on the sofa, biting her lip lightly, wriggling her legs to endure the stimulation from below. After all, the gag had been removed some time ago, and the vibration frequency of the groove that held her clit in her panties had slightly increased. The continuous stimulation was becoming unbearable for Renesha. Especially since the two rods inserted into her pussy and ass were constantly making their presence known. Even when Renesha twisted her body and legs slightly to endure the stimulation, she could feel these two hard foreign objects churning in her lower abdomen. The sensitive soft flesh within would magnify the feeling of powerlessness with every slight twist. This, combined with the tight restraints all around her, made it difficult for her to exert any force. The most crucial point was that this stimulation made her body feel slightly hot. No matter how much she resisted, the pleasure that seeped into her bones was difficult to withstand. But seeing Lailin busy, she really didn't want to ask Lailin to put the gag back on to alleviate the stimulation. So, she could only continue to rub her legs, which were firmly restrained by ropes, trying to relieve the sensation. Yet, she couldn't completely let go and indulge in the pleasure. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Lailin (even though it had happened more than once), nor did she want to continue having her magic drained by the dream catcher ropes. Meanwhile, Lailin used Renesha's phone to call a delivery driver to come over. The location of this safe house had been compromised, so it needed to be abandoned. Therefore, it didn't matter if it was exposed to the delivery driver. First, she took out some cash that had been hidden in the safe house for a long time as a backup. There wasn't much cash. It could only be said that with the prevalence of electronic payments nowadays, she hadn't anticipated a situation where she'd be forced to the point where she couldn't even use her own payment accounts when she set up this safe house years ago. Especially when she met Renesha for the first time, she had muttered about how Renesha used cash for payment in this day and age... Then, without further thought, she began to pack some simple clothes for disguise, such as a white hoodie, into a backpack and put it on her back. Next, she put on a black outer garment as initial camouflage. Finally, she found white windproof masks for both herself and Renesha to cover their faces, and put one on herself. Then she walked out of the room, preparing to put one on Renesha as well. "Sister Lailin, what are you—oof!" To prevent Renesha from saying anything strange to annoy her, she directly stuffed the horse-bit gag into Renesha's mouth. "We can talk later." Thinking about how Renesha had actually held her, massaged her breasts, and sighed earlier, Lailin felt a surge of annoyance. Taking this opportunity, which didn't waste time, she retaliated. As she re-tied the straps of the horse-bit gag around Renesha's head, she deliberately pressed and moved the gag that was pressed against Renesha's lips and teeth. Having experienced it herself, Lailin knew that once the gag was on, it would extend a deep-throating part into the mouth. "Ugh—cough—gurgle—" These few movements caused the gag's rod to churn in Renesha's throat, eliciting moans. Even her attempts to cough were forcibly blocked, turning into choking gurgles. The saliva she could barely hold back uncontrollably flowed out through the gaps between the gag and the corners of her mouth. Her body trembled, and her chest heaved. "Oh dear, Sister Renesha, you really can't control your drool, can you?" After putting the gag on Renesha, Lailin deliberately ran her finger across Renesha's chin, showing her the glistening liquid. Unable to resist, Renesha could only half-close her purple eyes, which were watering from choking, and look at Lailin resentfully. "Alright, alright, don't be like a child." Lailin deliberately sighed as she wiped the drool from the corners of Renesha's mouth with a tissue, and then put the white windproof mask on her. "This is also a form of disguise," she explained, feigning innocence. Just as Renesha was wondering why she also needed to wear a mask for disguise, a knock came from the door. She and Renisha were now fugitives, though they had no idea how far the wanted posters had spread. However, a chest containing two tightly bound and restrained girls was bound to look suspicious, no matter who opened it. Whether the person who opened it was kind or cruel, it was a dangerous situation. Needless to say, a cruel person would be a problem, but even a kind person might mistake them for kidnap victims and call the authorities, which would only complicate matters further. Thinking this, Lailin urgently tried to find a way to break free from her restraints. But thrashing around would only cause the ropes to stimulate her nether regions more, so she bit down on the rope that had been cinched around her lips, now wet with saliva, and adjusted her breathing to calm herself down. Once her thoughts stabilized, she could feel the slight tremor of the chest. This meant the chest was still in transit. She had to find a way to untie the ropes first. Lailin held her breath, concentrating, and attempted to channel her magic, preparing to use it to solve her predicament. But having experienced Renisha's restraints, Lailin was cautious, only slowly and simply channeling her magic, attempting simple spells. If these restraints also had a mechanism that punished her for using magic, she would suffer again. However, what happened next left her feeling confused. She could channel her magic. But in the narrow darkness of the chest, a dim pink glow caught her eye. After this flash of light, she could clearly feel her magic being blocked, as if restricted. Originally, the lingering nectar from Renisha in her body already affected her ability to channel her magic. Now, under some kind of restriction from these restraints, she could barely use magic at all. In fact, the restriction was so powerful that even if there were no lingering nectar from Renisha in her honey hole, it would still prevent her from using magic. However, the severe torment she had previously endured made Lailin suspicious. That was it? When she had been restrained by Renisha's bindings before, any attempt to resist would result in severe punishment from the restraints, pushing her towards climax again and again. Thinking of this, Lailin's honey hole, tightly constricted by the ropes, felt a little soft. But these new restraints that had suddenly appeared seemed to be solely for preventing her escape. The style was completely different; would the other party be so kind? Lailin boldly channeled the magic within her, attempting a more powerful spell. But the result was the same. A dim pink light flared in the darkness, and her magic remained within her, with no consumption. Naturally, no magic was released. Still no punishment was triggered, as if these restraints were truly just to restrict her. Lailin couldn't quite figure it out, but she could see the trouble with her current situation. She couldn't break free from these bonds with magic, and the result was equally troublesome. Could she use her sword... Lailin was somewhat fortunate that she had placed her sword beside her when she lay down in the chest; otherwise, with her hands bound behind her elbows, she wouldn't have been able to reach it. But her luck didn't last. "Gulp..." Her sword was within reach, but she couldn't touch it. Her hands were bound behind her in an elbow-to-elbow position, and the rope loops dug into her wrists, making them almost impossible to move. The rope work behind her formed a garment that bound her shoulders, arms, wrists, and the entire upper half of her body into one. Her fingers pointed uselessly upwards, her arms immobile, pressed tightly against her back. Lailin wanted to shift her body slightly, to move her almost immobile fingers towards her sword. However, the narrow confines of the chest made this movement incredibly difficult. Especially since every time she tried to exert herself to shift her body and change the position of her fingers, she inevitably tugged at the rope that was wedged between her legs. Compared to before, this time, with the hot pants in between, the stimulation wasn't as intense, not enough to make her legs go weak so easily. But the constant teasing of the sensitive points of her nether regions couldn't be ignored. Instead, it left her with the strength to struggle, forcing Lailin to continue struggling and thus stimulating herself repeatedly. Lailin's cheeks grew redder with continuous struggle, and her already rapid breaths took on a hint of soft whimpers, unnoticed by herself, due to the constant stimulation of her nether regions. The difficult struggle left her covered in sweat, and the darkness was filled with hot, moist breaths. The ropes between her legs made her feel a little delirious, but her will to grit her teeth and endure prevented her from succumbing, and her attempt to grab her sword was not disrupted by the hidden comfort within each wave of stimulation. Until, in a struggle, her fingers finally touched her sword. Although it was still a distance from being able to use the sword to free herself from her restraints, at least there was hope. Just as Lailin thought this— The entire chest suddenly made a large rotation. Wh-what happened!