Scent-based "Ballad of the Mountain Ghost"

"Come on, come on, Sakura, you can do it!" Inside the roller skating club room, the atmosphere was even more boisterous than the cicadas outside. The junior high school girls, fresh from training, their bodies still dripping with sweat from beneath their bras and panties, were glued to the scene on the rink. Huang Xiaoying and Yin Siqi were locked in a chase. The outspoken transfer student was practically glued to Huang Xiaoying's heels. The watching girls were so engrossed they'd forgotten about their feet, tightly packed in thick socks inside their roller skates, feeling the oppressive heat. It was precisely because these girls rarely washed their shoes and socks that the suffocating stench of sweaty feet perpetually hung in the air of the poorly ventilated room. Today, after changing shoes, Yin Siqi, assaulted by the foul odor of the girls' feet, had lashed out. Now, egged on by others, she was facing off against Huang Xiaoying, the president of the roller skating club. The bet, escalated by the angered girls, was that the loser would have to lick the winner's feet. Driven by pride and the fear of the girls' foot odor, which could fell an ox, Yin Siqi was giving it her all. But no matter how hard she tried, Huang Xiaoying, though her face was slick with sweat and her cheeks flushed a near-seductive red from the heat, moved like a nimble swallow in her tight training suit, leaving Yin Siqi far behind. Impatient and flustered, Yin Siqi, in her haste, accidentally stepped on her own sweat on the final turn, her skates slipping out from under her. She tumbled a considerable distance. By the time Yin Siqi managed to get back on her feet, she found herself surrounded by the gawking girls, all looking down at her with condescending eyes. As Yin Siqi's unease grew, the crowd parted, and Huang Xiaoying, with her voluptuous curves, glided through like a butterfly, stopping beside Yin Siqi. She looked down at the disheveled girl with icy eyes. Before the proud girl could utter a plea for mercy, the girls, eager to stir up trouble, had already removed their sweaty, thick roller skating socks and were stomping them all over Yin Siqi. The other girls, who seemed to have experienced this before, only dared to watch from a distance. As Yin Siqi struggled, unable to break free from the grip of over a dozen girls' smelly feet pinning her hands, legs, and back, she saw her opponent, the cold girl, looking at her with the same disdain one would reserve for trash. Huang Xiaoying had already settled onto a small stool someone had found for her. Looking at the sweat beads on her opponent's face and her slightly flushed complexion, Yin Siqi couldn't imagine the immense, astonishing odor that must emanate from feet encased in thick socks and roller skates. As she resigned herself to being overwhelmed by the smell, Huang Xiaoying removed her roller skates, which still seemed to be emitting heat. To Yin Siqi's surprise, no odor accompanied the dissipating warmth. The pink, thick socks, which gradually filled her vision as she wiggled her toes, also carried no scent. As Yin Siqi, marveling at how much larger this girl's feet seemed than those of a women's volleyball player, braced herself to have those scentless but humiliating socked feet pressed against her face, she closed her eyes. Then, as Huang Xiaoying wiggled her toes, Yin Siqi heard a faint, watery sound. Before she could comprehend it, the warm foot moved away from her face. Astonished, Yin Siqi opened her eyes. She saw Huang Xiaoying, carrying her skates, walking on her socked feet towards an incredibly cute girl. This girl, though petite, had breasts that bounced with every stride as she held up a phone, shouting something. Just as Yin Siqi felt she had escaped, her vision was filled with a kaleidoscope of colorful, but foul-smelling, socked feet. Under the stomping and face-trampling of over a dozen girls' socked feet, the girl's cries of agony were naturally drowned out by the conversation between the two girls. "Sakura, Sakura, your phone, I think it's your sister calling." "You've worked hard, Xiao Hui. By the way, did you eavesdrop on my call?" Carrying her roller skates, Huang Xiaoying playfully flicked her best friend's nose with an almost doting smile. Compared to the fit and slender Huang Xiaoying, her deskmate and best friend was undeniably a petite, busty loli, but this did nothing to diminish their friendship. Every time Huang Xiaoying trained, Wang Yuhui would bring drinks and snacks to cheer her on. Taking the towel and phone, Huang Xiaoying didn't immediately answer. After wiping her sweat, she jokingly questioned her best friend. Seeing the guileless look in her eyes, a flicker of regret crossed Huang Xiaoying's face before she unreservedly answered the call. After the usual perfunctory instructions, Huang Xiaoying, showing a hint of impatience, looked at her best friend, who still wore a sweet smile, and returned a helpless smile. Inwardly, she thought, *If only Wang Yuhui had eavesdropped on the call. Then I'd have a reason to make my best friend my private property.* However, unbeknownst to Huang Xiaoying, Wang Yuhui was looking at Yin Siqi with a hint of jealousy, her eyes betraying an unconcealed sharp glint. "Xiao Hui, it's my older sister. She's such a lazy cat, making excuses to go eat delicious food herself and telling me not to play too late, telling me to come home and take care of the foster dogs. You have no idea how unruly those dogs are, they don't even listen when they eat." As the two chatted, Huang Xiaoying, having arranged to go out together during the holidays, watched her best friend walk towards the stairwell. Her smile vanished, and she hurried into the locker room. Ignoring the dirt on the soles of her socks, she quickly slipped on a pair of heavy basketball shoes. She didn't even have time to change out of her tight training suit, simply throwing her school uniform over it before leaving the locker room. But contrary to what others might imagine, she, who appeared pure and clean, was enduring a stuffiness and dampness far more unbearable than sweaty feet or smelly shoes. Unable to relieve herself freely, Huang Xiaoying could only try to generate enough odor before rushing home, lest her fate be the same as the clumsy dogs at home. However, after Huang Xiaoying had left, Wang Yuhui emerged from the side of the corridor, continuing to watch the farce in the rink with a cold gaze. After a moment's thought, she picked up her phone and made a call. "Sister, a little wild cat upset me today. Can you come to my school and deal with her? What's her crime? Stealing my things is a crime. And there are a few other mother cats who were egging her on that I don't like either. Sister, help me teach them a lesson." Meanwhile, Huang Xiaoying, feeling a sense of dread that her beloved toy, or rather, her feet, which even she hadn't touched, had almost been claimed by other girls, glanced at her watch. According to the family rules set by her sister, if she wasn't home within half an hour, she would surely be punished for playing too late. Of course, Huang Xiaoying's return home would also involve making smelly socks. So, as she hurriedly pushed her mountain bike out of the shed, disregarding all the trivial matters and not even checking her textbooks, the energetic girl, eager to get home, pedaled with a speed comparable to a car towards her home, which was some distance from her school. To save time, Huang Xiaoying even carried her mountain bike up and down two overpasses. Her feet, already sweaty from training, now made a sound like water-filled balloons rolling on the ground with every step. As her foot sweat intensified, Huang Xiaoying felt her ankles and even her calves become damp. But her efforts were not in vain. As the flush of exertion spread across her face, the exhausted Huang Xiaoying finally arrived home. Twisting the key, she pushed open the security door and waved at a detector, clocking in for her playful sister. Only then did Huang Xiaoying sit on a small stool by the door and, with some effort, remove her basketball shoes, which she had tied extremely tightly for speed. However, just like her roller skates, they should have been thoroughly soaked with sweat, yet they still carried no odor. Even Huang Xiaoying's roller skating socks appeared dry. But as she walked on the floor in just her socks, that peculiar watery sound continued to accompany her steps. Even at home, Huang Xiaoying dared not relax. While pouring herself water to quench her thirst, she looked around the house, filled with exquisite items purchased by her sister, and couldn't help but reminisce about their old, smaller house. Though life was difficult then, her sister and mother were there. Now, the house was bigger, her mother had abandoned them, and even her sister, who had doted on her since childhood, had completely changed. Every time she recalled what her sister had done to her, Huang Xiaoying would tremble all over. But even drinking water couldn't be done carelessly. Huang Xiaoying truly had no desire to experience the methods of the two sisters she lived with again. Moreover, the house where Huang Xiaoying now lived was a "demon's den" meticulously crafted by her sister, Huang Xiaoqian. The first floor was almost entirely covered with pinhole cameras and other surveillance equipment. If Huang Xiaoying was lazy or displeased her sister, she would know almost immediately. But what was even more unbearable than this all-encompassing surveillance was the second floor and the integrated basement of the duplex apartment her sister had chosen. The first floor's functional spaces were the kitchen, Huang Xiaoying's bedroom, and study. Apart from the perverted surveillance and alarms, there was nothing to fear. However, if Huang Xiaoying was summoned to the second floor by her sister Just as a treadmill never stops running—unlike the spin bike next to it—not to mention that the “lucky” person strapped to the spin bike can at least sit down and rest, but the young and beautiful Li Dongyan will likely never forget everything Huang Xiaoying did to her—not only was her mouth stuffed with Huang Xiaoying’s [indescribable] panties, dampened with urine, but to make the subsequent training even more brutal, Li Dongyan’s mouth wasn’t stuffed with sweat-stinking stockings like everyone else’s; instead, it was stuffed with the thickest hiking wool socks Huang Xiaoying had specifically worn for three days as her innermost layer, To produce this “original-flavor” item, Huang Xiaoying had barely been able to wear her shoes during those days, but the effect was, of course, obvious—after all, Li Dongyan was immediately knocked unconscious by the stench of the socks in her mouth, which made dressing her much easier. However, as the recipient of Huang Xiaoying’s “special attention,” not only were her ears completely sealed off with gel and earbuds, and her face covered with a full-face, light-blocking gas mask, but even the restraints on the treadmill were personally applied by Huang Xiaoying, who had no sense of moderation. To ensure Li Dongyan would obediently run on the treadmill, Huang Xiaoying not only chained the metal ring at the end of Li Dongyan’s single glove, forcing her classmate to stand in place in the painful “back-handed” position, but also—to prevent the school beauty from causing any trouble— Huang Xiaoying even took the standard neck restraint collar from Li Dongyan’s neck, attached a chain to it, and suspended it high from the ceiling beam. With the taut chain pulling at her until she was in excruciating pain, Li Dongyan was not only forced to run along with the treadmill, but Huang Xiaoying had also deliberately put a pair of ballet heels on her classmate; forced to keep the tops of her feet arched, Li Dongyan could only run by touching the ground with her toes. Furthermore, both the ballet heels and the inside of her wetsuit had been coated with a thick layer of itching powder; not only would sweating mean an endless hell of itching, Huang Xiaoying, in order to ensure her classmate had “pleasant memories” of her, had also deliberately covered the soles of Li Dongyan’s stocking-clad feet with electric shock patches. As soon as Li Dongyan’s feet began to sweat profusely, her entire feet would go numb—but the wires from the shock patches were already connected to the [indescribable]—along with the wires attached to her buttocks, armpits, [indescribable], and areolas—all converged into a shock box secured to her back. This box, in turn, was connected to the main power line hanging from the ceiling beam, which meant that no matter how much Li Dongyan struggled, she could not break free from her restraints. What was even more outrageous was that Huang Xiaoying had not only tightly bound Li Dongyan’s thighs with leather straps but had also handcuffed her slender ankles, all under the pretext of “special training.” For Li Dongyan, this meant she had to endure the torment of electric shocks and unbearable itching, while gritting her teeth against the pain in her toes and barely keeping up with the treadmill’s pace by shuffling forward in tiny steps. If she stumbled or lost her strength, the consequence was the tightening of the single glove and the collar, inflicting [unmentionable] and excruciating pain akin to dislocation on Li Dongyan. Yet, after a week during which she thought she would be tortured to death, this pampered young lady was already able to [unmentionable] unabashedly in front of everyone, and let out shameless, lewd moans without a care for her reputation. She could even walk swiftly, her ballet shoes touching the ground only lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. However, if there was one thing this young lady—who had been reduced to little more than a breeding animal—could not endure, it was naturally Huang Xiaoying’s daily feeding ritual. Every girl imprisoned here, regardless of the specific restraints used, was almost invariably covered in itching powder and had electric shock pads attached to her body. Additionally, various tubes extended from their bodies, keeping them under strict control over excretion and feeding at all times. With their five senses sealed off, unable to hear or see, with their mouths forced to taste only the sour bitterness of stinky socks and their noses breathing in the lewd stench of foot odor, the girls had long since lost all sense of time. Yet there were still ways for them to learn what was happening outside, Take Huang Xiaoying, for example, who first made her way straight to Li Dongyan. After retrieving the vacuum bottle stuffed with stinky pantyhose from the restraints behind her back, she looked into the transparent bottle at the countless stains on the crotches and the foul odor emanating from the toes of the pantyhose, Huang Xiaoying, feeling inexplicably pleased, first unscrewed the breathing tube from the vacuum bottle. Li Dongyan, no longer suffocating, began to greedily and pitifully inhale the air from the basement—which, while not exactly pleasant, was fresher than the heavily filtered air inside the vacuum bottle. But how could Huang Xiaoying possibly let her classmate off so easily? After unscrewing the negative-pressure bottle, Huang Xiaoying quickly twisted the toes and crotch—the areas with the strongest odor—of the five-toe stockings Li Dongyan was wearing closest to her skin into a ball and stuffed it into Li Dongyan’s breathing hole, Instantly, the girl who had been able to maintain her balance on the treadmill began to scream hysterically. Huang Xiaoying didn’t say a word in response to Li Dongyan’s struggle; she simply set the treadmill’s speed to the highest setting. Watching Li Dongyan, who was already being [indescribably] affected by the stinky stockings, Huang Xiaoying smiled as she slowly pulled the compressed pantyhose out of the vacuum bottle and tossed them into a large box in the corner of the basement. The box was already half-full of pantyhose, which would serve as essential decorations when packaging the “meat.” After emptying the vacuum bottle, Huang Xiaoying couldn’t even be bothered to clean up the foot sweat left behind by the compressed stockings inside; instead, she took the pair she’d carefully selected— the stinkiest, dirtiest, and most heavily stained pair she’d worn that day—the ones that had absorbed the most [indescribable substances] and foot sweat—along with the five-toe stockings from her breathing tube, and shoved them forcefully into the vacuum bottle. Filtered through the tightly packed stockings, not only would Li Dongyan smell the scent from the toe and crotch areas of the stockings with every breath, but the fresh, intense odor would cause her to break down and cry uncontrollably—to the point where her urine and [indescribable substances] seemed to flow uncontrollably, as if she had lost control of her bladder and [indescribable functions], but no matter how many times she [indescribable], it was almost entirely absorbed by the thirty-plus pairs of stockings on her legs; as for her urine, she couldn’t control a single drop under the control of the urinary catheter. However, having spent a full week immersed in this stench, Li Dongyan quickly regained her senses. Terrified by what was about to happen, she began struggling frantically, heedless of her [indescribable] condition. But Huang Xiaoying merely kneaded Li Dongyan’s [indescribable]—which remained plump even beneath the rubber wetsuit—and told her, as if soothing a child, “You’re the youngest one in this batch of meat, you know,” “So today’s feeding and elimination will start with you. You must be starving after struggling so hard every day—I’ll make sure to feed you well.” Meanwhile, Lu Xing and Huang Xiaoqian, having emerged from the basement, were constantly tying up and bundling the girls without a moment’s rest; their skin was already drenched in sweat. However, since all the windows had been replaced with special one-way bulletproof glass from the very beginning of the design to maintain secrecy, they could meet openly in their first-floor home without any qualms. Huang Xiaoxi, who had already figured out how to discipline her younger sister, instructed the meticulous Lu Xing to create a secret weapon powerful enough to defeat even an “Iron Lady.” As the eldest sister, Huang Xiaoxi then walked over to the refrigerator, took out five or six 500-milliliter bottles of medical-grade glycerin, and also retrieved a 100-milliliter bottle of castor oil. Fearing her younger sister might have an accident, Huang Xiaoxi began mixing the solution right there on the dining table. After all, the temperature from being stored in the refrigerator for so long would already cause stomach upset in anyone receiving an enema, so, having no intention of boiling water to warm the enema solution, Huang Xiaoqian picked up a beaker and carefully poured in about 20 milliliters of medical-grade castor oil first, then poured a full 2,000 milliliters of highly concentrated glycerin into the beaker. After stirring it thoroughly, Huang Xiaoqian poured the prepared enema solution into the enema syringe. At the same time, she set aside a 500-milliliter bottle of pure glycerin, then headed to the kitchen to check on Lu Xing’s preparations. By this time, Lu Xing had already begun feverishly preparing the training equipment that was rarely used; more accurately, Lu Xing was meticulously “crushing the flowers” with her own hands. Ever since the three sisters moved into their new home, the task of tending to the houseplants had fallen to the romantically inclined Lu Xing, However, the carefree Huang Xiaoying hadn’t noticed that the only plants her sisters had placed around the house were all identical Peace Lilies. Meanwhile, Lu Xing had already put on thick protective gloves, her eyes shielded by goggles, her mouth and nose were covered with a thick towel, and in her hand was a ceramic knife she’d been keeping hidden in a storage box. On the cutting board, suffering a brutal chopping ordeal, were the leaves of the lush, well-tended Spathiphyllum that Lu Xing herself had nurtured. Not only had the leaves been plucked from several pots of Peace Lilies, but under Lu Xing’s knife, the once-emerald leaves were being split apart, with milky-white sap continuously oozing from the severed stems. As the leaves were cut into increasingly fine pieces, a pool of sap had already gathered in the slightly concave center of the cutting board. After Lu Xing had finally and carefully completed the initial disassembly steps, Huang Xiaoqian, who had just arrived in the kitchen, was roped into helping. Working together, the leaves and sap on the cutting board were carefully transferred to a funnel, then channeled through the funnel into a large syringe. After several more extractions with the syringe, a small vial of “Drip-Water Bodhisattva” training fluid was ready. Lu Xing, having completed the preparation, quickly scrubbed down the dedicated cutting board and other tools. After locking them back into the storage box, she and Huang Xiaoxi, carrying various “demonic substances” soon to be injected into Huang Xiaoying’s body, made their way back down to the basement. At that moment, Huang Xiaoying was at a loss for words. Under her sister’s meticulous restraint, as long as she stood still and behaved, she could generally endure it, However, the unprecedented sense of fullness in her anus—a swelling so intense it felt as if it might be damaged—and the [indescribable] sphincter muscle she was forced to engage whenever she stood on her tiptoes, all caused her to struggle involuntarily. Yet she could only be tormented even more mercilessly by the strict restraints, Yet all this agony was firmly suppressed deep inside her by the gag, which was as hard as stone. Moreover, the tight-fitting stockings and headphones rendered Huang Xiaoying’s sense of hearing as useless as that of a breeding animal. But Huang Xiaoxi had no intention of launching a surprise attack on her younger sister. Instead, she used the Bluetooth headset to tell her to brace herself and prepare to receive her older sister’s “lesson.” Meanwhile, Huang Xiaoying—still bound in a split position—was on the verge of tears but couldn’t shed a single one, for the moment they fell, they would be absorbed by her stockings, mixing with the sweat already pooling on her feet to create all manner of unbearable odors. Just as her dazed state was blurring the line between reality and dreams, her sister’s slightly cold voice suddenly rang in her ear, causing her to jerk violently in fright. Before Huang Xiaoying even had a chance to make out what her sister had said, she felt her [indescribable area] was assaulted by an unknown number of hands. But to her dismay, the hands groping her chest clearly belonged to a seasoned hand; under the relentless pressure enveloping her entire body, even the slightest blend of tenderness and dominance was enough to leave Huang Xiaoying powerless to resist. Just as Huang Xiaoying was gradually relaxing from the breast massage, Lu Xing, seeing that her muscles had completely loosened, signaled to Huang Xiaoxi that it was time to begin. As for Huang Xiaoxian, who was so familiar with the catheterization procedure that she could perform it with her eyes closed, she now picked up the catheter with the utmost care. Before even unscrewing the control valve, she had already drawn two bottles of highly concentrated glycerin into a 1,000-milliliter syringe in two separate draws, She then swiftly opened the catheter’s valve. Before her younger sister could even realize what was happening, she pushed the syringe all the way in, forcibly forcing the glycerin back into her sister’s bladder against the flow of urine already leaking out of the catheter. And because she pushed the syringe all the way in at once, Huang Xiaoying, who had been completely unaware of the danger, immediately experienced an unprecedented sensation of humiliation and pleasure from the forced reverse flow. However, this sensation—or rather, this shameful transgression—lasted only a few seconds, followed by an unbearable urge to urinate that the young girl found too embarrassing to describe, After all, it was a full 1,000 milliliters of highly concentrated glycerin; if she hadn’t been subjected to such cruel restraints, Huang Xiaoying would surely have been rolling around on the floor in agony. But at that moment, Huang Xiaoying could do nothing but lie there like a puppet at their mercy, staring blankly as her older sister did as she pleased, pouring all sorts of things into her [indescribable] and anus. After completing the enema on her younger sister’s anus, Huang Xiaoxian had already poured the mixture of glycerin and castor oil she had prepared into the feeding machine. She then used a universal swivel connector to link the enema tube—which had been reserved in Huang Xiaoying’s inflated [indescribable]—to the machine, The clang of the heavy iron cage being pushed forward easily shattered the silent pantomime, causing both Huang Xiaoying and Huang Xiaojie, unable to speak, to involuntarily turn their gaze towards the anomaly before them. Under the cover of the thick black cloth, something seemed to be struggling within as the cage moved, but only vague shadows could be seen shifting. Just as the bewildered Huang Xiaoying and Huang Xiaojie were at a loss, Wang Yupei clapped her hands again. Understanding maids stepped forward, first tearing off the heavy black cloth from the cage, revealing a creature within. It was a bipedal being, clad in thick black leather, bound to kneel and crawl on its knees and elbows, with an [unmentionable] greatly enlarged, a tail inserted, and ropes crisscrossing its body, binding it to the cage. Huang Xiaojie, who had guessed something, could no longer control her despair and began to cry uncontrollably. However, through her tear-blurred vision, she still stared intently as the maids untied the restraints on the female animal, then opened the cage and dragged her out by her collar. The bipedal being, wearing a dog's head, froze on the spot upon seeing Huang Xiaojie. As a maid reached to remove the dog mask, the bipedal being initially flinched slightly but then chose to be obedient. Huang Xiaoying, who had been struggling with diarrhea, was stunned upon seeing the true face of the female animal, and screamed "Mom!" madly, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her mother, Huang Yuman, with guilt. Huang Yuman, a single beautiful woman who had raised her daughters alone, had disappeared from her daughters' sight in recent years, causing Huang Xiaoying to even harbor resentment. She never expected her mother to have become such a sexy and decadent flesh slave. No matter how unbelievable it was, the blood connection between mother and daughter still allowed Huang Xiaoying to recognize her. The grievances and longing of the past few years made Huang Xiaoying's tongue tie, as if countless questions were blocked. But looking at the gag in her mother's mouth, which spanned her beautiful face, Huang Xiaoying knew she couldn't get any answers from her mother or sister. She could only bury her face in the ground and weep softly. This delicate appearance, however, broke Wang Yuhui's heart. In this little princess's eyes, Huang Xiaoying was already her pet, and caring for a pet was a master's duty. So she squatted down to comfort the pet she was about to acquire. The maids beside her remained vigilant, stepping on Huang Xiaoying's hands and feet with their stockinged feet, preventing the poor creature from harming Wang Yuhui in any way. Wang Yuqing, the third sister, stood up and walked to Huang Xiaojie, lifting her chin with the tip of her high heel. She glanced back at her eldest sister, who was now sitting on the back of the female animal, Huang Yuman, and then smiled at Huang Xiaoying, who was gradually recovering from her shock. Although her face still held a delicate and gentle smile, there was no doubt that this pervert found more pleasure in watching beautiful women cry. "Little sister, your family will require some effort to clean up, and you'll need to repackage these flesh toys you've created, so there's plenty of time. To avoid boredom, I'll tell you a story, about your sister and your mother." "Sister, didn't you say that Mom left with her lover to start a new family because she was tired and weary, and that you could support me after you graduated from college? Why is our mother today, actually. No, take your stinky feet away, sob, sob." Stimulated by Wang Yuqing's words, Huang Xiaoying almost screamed at the stranger with all her might, but was quickly silenced by a maid in thick stockings, who forcefully shoved her smelly feet into her mouth, giving her a deep, sweaty mouthful. If Huang Xiaoying tried to bite the maid, the maid's toes would writhe in her throat, causing immense discomfort. After struggling a few times, Huang Xiaoying had no choice but to submit, obediently holding the smelly feet in her mouth, and watched as Wang Yuqing vigorously tickled her sister's soles, leisurely recounting past events that Huang Xiaoying didn't know. At that time, Huang Xiaoying, who was still in elementary school, studied and lived with her mother's companionship. Her sister, Huang Xiaojie, had already passed the college entrance examination and gone to a place that was very far away for Huang Xiaojie at the time to study. Therefore, Huang Xiaoying, who had no mobile phone then, did not know that her sister, in the ivory tower of university, not only did not live a carefree life but had already attracted the attention of certain individuals. And the story was about to begin, from that summer vacation that felt incredibly long for Huang Xiaoying, the distant past that no one knew about after Huang Xiaoying sent her sister off on the train bound for the capital. Always be aware of who holds the power over you—or, to be more precise, for a young woman, her most sacred and fulfilling sexual desires and [the unspeakable], must all be kept under Wang Yuqing’s supervision. Still in a state of panic, Huang Xiaoqian and Lu Xing offered almost no resistance as Xiao Gui pulled the chastity panties and iron bra out of the suitcase, ruthlessly suppressing the very sources of their pleasure, Furthermore, Wang Yuqing had specially arranged a “lesson” for Huang Xiaoqian: she inserted the prepared vaginal tightening balls into Huang Xiaoqian’s [indescribable area]. These vaginal tightening balls, equipped with a Bluetooth counter, could accurately report whether Huang Xiaoqian had diligently sucked on the vaginal tightening balls 5,000 times a day. Feeling as if her vagina was about to cramp up, Huang Xiaoqian had no chance to whine or protest; Wang Yuqing silenced her with a kiss, then half-pushed, half-pulled her onto the bed, Next, her hands were handcuffed directly to the bedrails, and her slender ankles were naturally secured as well. Left with no choice, Huang Xiaoxian—enduring the cold and rigidity of her iron-maiden-like bra and chastity panties— had obediently opened her mouth. She watched as Wang Yuqing removed his sweat-stained socks—which he’d been wearing for a while—and carefully wrapped them around a gag. With the gag in her mouth, Huang Xiaoqian naturally couldn’t escape tasting the flavor on the tips of the socks, Moreover, Wang Yuqing seemed to have a particular fondness for stinky socks. After kissing Huang Xiaoqian—who was tied to the bed and holding the stinky sock in her mouth—over and over again, he apparently felt that having just one sock left on his foot was somehow unsettling, so she got out of bed, casually pulled a pair of pantyhose from the closet, then took off the remaining athletic sock from her own foot, brought it to her nose to take a sniff, and then vigorously wiped the sweat from her feet and between her toes with it. Only then, still not quite satisfied, did she tie the leg of the sock to the crotch of the pantyhose, then pressed that stinky sock against Huang Xiaoqian’s cheek. Once the tip and sole of the sock—stained black by grime and foot sweat—covered the girl’s delicate nose, Wang Yuqing tied the pantyhose around Huang Xiaoqian’s forehead, then climbed into bed, hugging Huang Xiaoxi as she kissed and nibbled on her. Not only that, but she would occasionally press her cheek directly against Huang Xiaoxi’s, savoring the girl’s soft, smooth skin while inhaling the stench of the smelly sock. Xiao Gui, who was already used to her young mistress’s antics, naturally had no interest in teasing these girls—or rather, eager as she was to be punished by her young mistress herself—once she was sure there would be no repercussions, she stuffed Lu Xing’s mouth—who was also wearing an iron maiden— stuffed Lu Xing’s mouth full with the panties and socks she’d just taken off. Moreover, since Xiao Gui had been running around almost nonstop—and because she’d practiced martial arts since childhood, her delicate, beautiful feet had never smelled of strawberries due to all that physical activity— so after Lu Xing had barely managed to swallow the sweat-soaked stench of the military training socks, she was once again nearly choked to the point of suffocation by the sour, acrid, and bitter odor emanating from Xiao Gui’s panties and socks, But restrained by the horsebit gag and handcuffs, the immobilized Lu Xing could only spend the interminably long night hidden behind her blindfold and earplugs, At that moment, the ointment seeping into her wounds caused a stinging, throbbing pain that made it even harder for Lu Xing to fall asleep. After a long day’s work, Xiao Gui walked to the door, turned off the light, and gazed with deep affection into the darkness toward the direction of the sizzling sound. After gazing in that direction for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Gui let out a silent sigh, turned around, and climbed into her top bunk. And so, on this first night after they had seen through each other’s facades, the four girls—each lost in her own thoughts—drifted off to sleep, each burdened by her own predicament. Although they were in constant pain, both physically and emotionally, in the silence and darkness of the night, as the sound of snoring drifted in from somewhere, Huang Xiaoxi, overcome by drowsiness, drifted off into a deep sleep without realizing it—so deeply that she didn’t even notice her drool dripping onto her pillow. and the sock on her face had even been soaked dry of her foot sweat by her gentle breathing. It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that Wang Yuqing—arguably the most carefree of them all—carefully stretched. As Wang Yuqing awoke, the dorm suddenly came to life. First, Xiao Gui went to the balcony and pulled back the heavy curtains, followed by Huang Xiaoqian and Lu Xing—both severely tormented by the urge to use the restroom—who began vigorously rubbing their shapely legs, and began to whimper anxiously. Wang Yuqing, roused by her pets’ pleading, didn’t have her usual morning grumpiness; instead, she grinned mischievously and whistled in various ways, not releasing them from their handcuffs until both Huang Xiaoqian and Lu Xing were on the verge of tears. After taking them one by one to the bathroom to relieve themselves, aside from Huang Xiaoqian—whom Wang Yuqing continued to hold close, squeezing and kneading her in all sorts of ways—Lu Xing spent almost the entire day shackled to the bed, only being released for meals or personal hygiene. The already brief day off naturally flew by in the blink of an eye, and Lu Xing and Huang Xiaoqian—still wearing their “iron maidens”—had no choice but to grit their teeth and attend class as if nothing were wrong, despite their overwhelming sense of shame. This was especially true for Lu Xing, who wore her dance costume while still bearing the unhealed whip marks, was constantly worried that her classmates would notice the inexplicable marks on her body. However, thanks to Xiao Gui’s careful discretion, almost none of their exposed skin gave anyone cause for suspicion, allowing the girls—whose [indescribable] parts had already been restrained—to continue facing the public despite their sense of transgression. Lu Xing and Huang Xiao Qian, who spent nearly every day on edge trying to maintain their composure in front of classmates and teachers, were almost always required to take off all their clothes upon returning to the dorm each day. They would stuff the multiple pairs of socks on their feet into each other’s mouths, and the toes of the innermost pair of socks, firmly stuffed into each other’s nostrils. Naturally, Huang Xiaoxi’s feet couldn’t compare to Lu Xing’s—who danced and sang energetically every day—so much so that every time they returned to the dorm, Huang Xiaoxi would be overcome by the stench until her eyes rolled back, Afterward, Lu Xing and Huang Xiaoqian—now handcuffed together—were free to move about the dorm as they pleased, though they were not allowed to remove the stinky socks on their own and had to obey their master’s orders. Just as Huang Xiaoqian and Lu Xing were gradually emerging from their initial anxiety—and Lu Xing’s scars had completely faded— and Huang Xiaoxi’s [indescribable area] had grown increasingly tight, Wang Yuqing—who had finally recovered her slim waist after being held captive for half a month— was naturally not about to let the beautiful women by her side go to waste. So, on a Friday shortly after the semester began, she called the school administration to secure a long weekend for herself and her roommates. Upon returning to the dorm and being told they were off to a hot spring resort, Huang Xiaoqian and Lu Xing—who had barely even changed out of their dirty clothes—were each grabbed by one arm by Wang Yuqing and dragged away, Meanwhile, Xiao Gui, carrying their luggage, had already been waiting in the rented SUV, dutifully fulfilling her role as the driver. Thus, amid the bewildered envy and jealousy of a large crowd of onlookers, a shivering Huang Xiaoqian instinctively huddled close to the equally frightened Lu Xing, casting an innocent and aggrieved glance at Wang Yuqing, who seemed to be in high spirits. She dared not even imagine how many toys—capable of sending her into ecstasy—might be packed in the trunk, Amid this fear, Huang Xiaoqian didn’t even realize that Lu Xing’s hands had already intertwined with hers. Even though she was forced to excrete and urinate every morning, Lu Xing would have definitely peed herself out of fear if it weren't for that. However, this still couldn't quell her terror of this life. Her attempts to escape were, without a doubt, thwarted by the maids. And seemingly to push the pets further into despair, Wang Yupei had no intention of using the Sleeping Beauty potion. Instead, the maids employed their trained grappling techniques. In an instant, the usually polite maids descended like hungry tigers, pinning Lu Xing to the ground. As the sound of boxes being opened filled the air, various restraints custom-made for Lu Xing were brought out. The escalating fear made Lu Xing's heart pound against her ribs, and the surging lust within her only amplified these feelings. Thus, the timid girl quickly fainted, succumbing to a deep coma. This saved the maids considerable effort, as Wang Yupei had instructed them to use physical means for the restraints. The drug modifications over the past few days had not only permanently altered Lu Xing's libido threshold but also increased her skin's sensitivity. Her hair and nails would no longer grow. However, as the subsequent restraints were also permanent, Lu Xing's various orifices were naturally unable to escape the torment of the custom-made [redacted]. First, her [redacted] and anus were injected with muscle relaxants and then forcibly stretched to their maximum with gynecological dilators. Subsequently, the maids, after smearing biological adhesive onto hollow alloy [redacted] and [redacted], forcefully kicked these enema devices, which were even larger than her orifices, into Lu Xing's [redacted] and posterior. The tearing pain immediately jolted Lu Xing awake. Her restrained hands were powerless to prevent the biological adhesive from solidifying. Soon, these enema devices became impossible to remove. The maids then used the same method to secure the [redacted] for Lu Xing, completely sealing her orifices with a two-way enema and excretion tube. Disregarding Lu Xing's screams, they smeared an unknown liquid on her body before dressing her in a heavy rubber wetsuit. They also cleared her excretory passages and, through the wetsuit's feeding ports, injected large amounts of electrolyte-rich liquid designed to stimulate intense itching on the skin. This caused Lu Xing to thrash like a carp, but with over a dozen maids sitting or stepping on her, even in her frenzy, she could only be quietly fitted with a gag. Earplugs with thin wires were also inserted into her ears. Because Wang Yupei used enemas to pump in nutrient solutions and aphrodisiacs for her collection, the gag Lu Xing was about to receive had been tested and improved upon by the previous dozen girls. Lu Xing's mouth, held open by the gag, also had thin breathing tubes inserted into her nostrils and sealed with adhesive. The breathing tubes, barely larger than straws, made it almost impossible for Lu Xing to breathe. Only when the maids brought a respirator and pumped pure oxygen mixed with the scent of foot odor into the tubes did Lu Xing calm down. But soon, a maid directly inserted a syringe into Lu Xing's throat and uvula. This potent anesthetic drug did not cause Lu Xing to suffocate; instead, it suppressed her gag reflex. It was then that Wang Yupei leisurely removed the silk stockings she had worn for only a few days, as she, being the family's facade, couldn't be as slovenly as her younger sisters. Even though the scent wasn't strong, the maids still The