The little grass god, found bound and gagged, sobbed, "I'm a prostitute!"

"Do... you need help?" The girl heard the voice and jerked her head up. The light from the streetlamp fell on her face, and Chu Tian could see her clearly—she had an incredibly innocent face, with fair skin and delicate features; she looked to be around twenty years old. But at that moment, her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips bitten until they were white, and her face was streaked with tears. She wore a green hair accessory that looked as if it were woven from leaves, and a jade-green dress. “H-help… help me…” The girl’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, thick with sobs. “P-please untie me…” Chu Tian walked around to her back and glanced at her arms. At that sight, his pupils contracted slightly. The girl’s hands were tied behind her back; the rope started at her wrists and wound all the way up her upper arms, forming a complex pattern. The rope was dark hemp, its rough texture visible under the streetlight. The binding was extremely professional—her arms were tightly restrained behind her back, her elbows bent, and her wrists and upper arms secured by multiple loops of rope, forming a compact “box” shape. Is this… a Japanese “Takate Kote” bind? Although Chu Tian was just an ordinary office worker, he had a wide range of interests online and was no stranger to this type of rope-tying technique. Takate Kote is the most classic upper-body restraint technique in Japanese rope bondage, typically used to secure both arms behind the back and restrict the bound person’s mobility. But the binding before him was far more complex—and far tighter—than anything he’d seen in videos. The ropes cut deeply into the girl’s skin, leaving red marks on her fair arms. Her shoulders were forcibly pulled backward, causing the fabric across her chest to tighten and outline her youthful curves. Because the bonds were so tight, her fingers had turned slightly purple, and her blood circulation was clearly impaired. “This…” Chu Tian sucked in a sharp breath. “Who tied you up like this?” The girl sobbed, her voice breaking: “I… I ran out of the hotel… Someone… someone was going to…” She couldn’t go on, and tears welled up again. Chu Tian looked around. There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, but the faint sound of footsteps could be heard in the distance. He dared not imagine what would happen to this girl if that “guest” came chasing after her, or if a passerby called the police. “Let’s get out of here first,” Chu Tian decided quickly. “My place is in the neighborhood up ahead. Come back with me, and I’ll untie you.” The girl hesitated for a moment, but it seemed she had no other choice at the moment. She nodded slightly. Chu Tian took off his suit jacket and draped it over her. The jacket was too big, but it just barely covered her arms, which were tied behind her back. “Can you walk?” he asked. “...Yeah.” Chu Tian supported her as they walked step by step toward his home. It was difficult for the girl to walk; with her arms bound behind her back, she couldn’t keep her balance and staggered with every step. Her body was limp, and even through her clothes, he could feel her trembling slightly; her breathing was rapid and erratic. Chu Tian was a veteran Genshin Impact player. Though he'd semi-retired due to a busy work schedule, he recognized her instantly. This was a cosplay of... the Dendro Archon, Nahida? Ten minutes later, in Chu Tian's cramped one-bedroom apartment. The girl stood in the center of the living room, her head bowed nervously. She had draped his jacket over her shoulders, but her arms were still tightly bound behind her back, her shoulders forced open. The pose was both pathetic and… possessed an indescribable allure. Chu Tian turned on the light, finally getting a clear view of her. It was indeed a Nahida cosplay – a vibrant green dress, white accents, the hair ornaments, even green socks and sandals on her feet. However, from her earlier run and struggle, the hem of the skirt was a bit disheveled, and one sock had slipped down. But what drew the most attention was the bondage on her back. Under the bright light, the intricate details of the Japanese *Hotei-Gote* bondage were laid bare. Dark rope crisscrossed her fair skin, forming complex geometric patterns. Her wrists were bound tightly, her upper arms secured by multiple loops of rope, her entire arms fixed into a compact "box" shape, utterly immobile. The ropes were cinched deep, leaving distinct red marks on her arms, some areas even chafing the skin raw, drawing beads of blood. Because of the tightness of the binding, her shoulders were pulled back, stretching the fabric across her chest taut, outlining a youthful yet alluring curve. With each breath, her chest rose and fell, causing the ropes to tremble slightly. "You... you sit down," Chu Tian gestured towards the sofa, his voice a little hoarse. The girl carefully sat down. With her arms bound behind her, she could only sit sideways, her posture incredibly awkward. As she settled, she let out a soft "hiss," as if something had been pulled too tight. Chu Tian rummaged through a drawer and found a pair of scissors. He walked behind her. "Shall I cut it off for you?" The girl nodded, her eyes still red. "...Thank you." Chu Tian crouched down and reached for the knot on her wrist. Just as the scissors were about to touch the rope, he paused. Something was wrong. This knotting… it was too professional. Someone capable of tying this level of *Hotei-Gote* was definitely not ordinary. And why would a cosplayer be found escaping a hotel bound like this? He stood up, walked around to face her, and looked her in the eyes. "...Let's clear things up first," Chu Tian placed the scissors on the coffee table. "If you don't explain, I can't help you untie it." The girl froze, tears welling up in her eyes again. "What... what are you saying?" "I'm saying," Chu Tian said, crossing his arms and looking at her, "you need to tell me what's going on. Who are you? Why are you tied up like this? Who tied you? If you don't explain, I'm calling the police right now to handle it." "No!" The girl suddenly became agitated, leaning forward. But because her arms were bound, she almost lost her balance. "You can't call the police!" "Why can't I call the police?" "Because... because..." The girl bit her lip, and tears finally fell. Her shoulders trembled violently, as if she were about to reveal something unspeakable. Due to her emotional distress, the ropes behind her dug deeper into her skin, the red marks becoming even more pronounced. "I... I'm too embarrassed to say..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. Chu Tian's heart softened for a moment, but he hardened his resolve. "If you don't explain, I won't untie you. You choose." The girl looked up, her eyes teary as she gazed at him. "This is called Japanese rear-tie binding," Chu Tian said, a hint of intoxication in his voice, "one of the most classic techniques. Look, the pattern the rope forms on your arms, doesn't it resemble a work of art?" Xu Xinxin didn't dare to look back. She could only feel the sensation of the ropes rubbing against her skin, rough yet warm, and the tingling when his fingers occasionally brushed the inside of her arms. When he reached her upper arms, Chu Tian paused. "It might be a little tight," he said, "bear with it." He pulled hard, tightening the ropes, forcing Xu Xinxin's shoulders further back. She let out a soft "hiss" but didn't resist. "There," Chu Tian stepped back, admiring his handiwork, "arms are done. Now, try to break free." Xu Xinxin attempted to move her arms. The ropes remained unyielding, her arms firmly secured behind her back, wrists crossed, elbows bent, her entire upper body held in a forced upright posture. "Beautifully done," Chu Tian murmured to himself, "next is the leg binding." Xu Xinxin's face instantly flushed. "Your legs... are you going to bind my legs too?" "Of course," Chu Tian picked up another bundle of rope from the floor, "rear-tie binding combined with leg binding, that's the most basic combination. Don't worry, I won't tie it too tight, you'll be able to move a little, but you won't be able to walk." He crouched down, facing her legs. Xu Xinxin was wearing a jade green cosplay dress, the hem falling above her knees, revealing a pair of green socks and one sandal – the other had fallen off somewhere along the way. Her legs were slender and fair, with some red marks on her knees, likely from bumping into things while trying to escape earlier. "Stand still," Chu Tian said, "feet together." Xu Xinxin bit her lip and slowly brought her feet together. Her toes curled nervously, her bare foot, without a sock, felt cool against the floor. Chu Tian began binding from her ankles. The rope wrapped around her slender ankles, knotted, secured, and then extended upwards. His movements were focused, his gaze shifting between the rope and her legs, as if completing a meticulous piece of art. "The ankles need to be tied a bit tighter," he said, "otherwise, it's easy to break free. But the calves should be looser, to avoid restricting blood flow." The rope wound around her, from ankles to calves, then below her knees. Xu Xinxin could feel the ropes digging into her skin, not painfully, but with a strange sense of restraint. Her legs were forcibly held together, unable to separate, leaving her standing rigidly. "A knot here at the knees," Chu Tian said, his fingers weaving behind her knees, "to fix the position." His fingers brushed against the skin behind her knees, and Xu Xinxin trembled slightly, almost losing her balance. "Don't move," Chu Tian steadied her by her waist, "almost done." His hand lingered on her waist for a few seconds before continuing downwards. Her calves were bound, and now it was time for the area above her knees. The rope continued upwards, wrapping around her thighs. This height was somewhat sensitive, and Xu Xinxin's face turned a shade of red that threatened to spill blood, but she didn't resist, only biting her lip tightly. "Just a few more wraps," Chu Tian's voice was also a little hoarse, "once the thighs are done, it's over." The rope coiled around her thighs, secured, and knotted. The jade green hem of the dress was lifted slightly by the ropes, revealing more of her fair skin. Chu Tian's gaze lingered on that patch of skin for a moment before quickly shifting away, focusing on the knots in his hands. Finally, the last knot was tied. Chu Tian stepped back, looking at the creation before him. Xu Xinxin stood in the center of the living room, her arms tightly bound behind her back in the Japanese rear-tie, her shoulders forced backward, the cosplay outfit stretched taut across her chest. Her legs were secured by the leg binding, from ankles to thighs, ropes crisscrossing, shaping her into an immobile work of art. Xu Xinxin was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face. Her body writhed under the ropes, but she couldn't escape the offending hand. Her toes curled inward, trying to protect her sensitive soles, but Chu Tian pried them open one by one, continuing to tickle. "Hahaha! No! Please! Hahaha! I, I can't take it! Ah!" Her laughter echoed through the living room, tinged with sobs and a strange, seductive charm. The emerald green skirt swayed with her movements, revealing more of her thighs bound by the ropes. Chu Tian tickled with even more vigor. Sometimes he lightly brushed with his fingertips, sometimes he pressed with his pads, and sometimes he circled her soles. Xu Xinxin's reactions fascinated him—she would arch her back sharply, emit sounds somewhere between laughter and screams, beg for mercy with a flushed face, yet be unable to escape due to her restraints. "Hahaha! Stop! My, my stomach hurts! Hahaha!" "Then shall I tickle the other side?" "No! Ahahaha!" Xu Xinxin's laughter grew louder, laced with a sense of panicked loss of control. Chu Tian, however, found it a bit too noisy. He stopped his actions, stood up, and went into the bedroom to rummage for a while, emerging with a black gag. "Too loud," he said, walking back and dangling the gag in front of Xu Xinxin. "Let's stuff this in your mouth." Xu Xinxin looked at the gag, her face turning even paler. It was a red rubber gag with a hole in the middle, connected to black straps on either side. "N-no..." she shook her head, shrinking back. "I won't scream anymore, I really won't scream..." "Too late," Chu Tian smiled, then as if struck by an idea, his gaze fell on her feet. "Wait, there's a better way." He crouched down and took hold of her foot, which was still clad in a small green cotton sock. "W-what are you going to do?" Chu Tian didn't answer. Instead, he slowly pulled off her sock. It was a light green cotton sock, already a little damp from her struggles and sweat. He held the sock in his hand, stood up, and faced Xu Xinxin's terrified eyes. "Open your mouth." "N-no! You're a pervert! Mmph—" Chu Tian cupped her chin with one hand, forcing her mouth open, and with the other, shoved the still-warm, damp sock into her mouth. The smell of the sock instantly filled Xu Xinxin's mouth—a faint scent of sweat, mixed with the aroma of fabric, and an indescribable scent that was uniquely hers. She wanted to spit it out, wanted to scream, but could only emit muffled "Mmmph" sounds. "Don't spit it out," Chu Tian pressed the gag against her mouth. "Hold it." The straps were wrapped around the back of her head and buckled tight. The hole in the middle of the gag perfectly framed the edge of the sock, creating a bizarre visual effect. Xu Xinxin's cheeks bulged, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation, but she could no longer make a clear sound, only muffled "Mmmph" noises. "Perfect," Chu Tian nodded with satisfaction, then removed her other sock. This sock had fallen off during her earlier struggle and been retrieved, and it was already a bit dirty. Chu Tian held it, waving it in front of Xu Xinxin's eyes. "Let's cover your eyes too," he said. "This will be more interesting." "Mmph mmph!" Xu Xinxin stood at the doorway, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. She was wearing that black and white maid outfit – a white apron, a black dress, the hem just reaching mid-thigh, revealing her fair legs. A white headband adorned her hair, which cascaded over her shoulders. White thigh-high socks encased her slender calves, leaving a faint red mark at her thighs. She had applied a little makeup, secretly using Chu Tian's eyebrow pencil and lipstick in the bathroom earlier. It was subtle, but it made her look even more refined. "Mas... Master..." Her voice was soft, trembling, "Do I look good?" Chu Tian froze. He looked at the girl before him – her innocent face, the maid outfit, the thigh-highs, and those eyes filled with shyness and anticipation. His heart skipped a beat, then raced, blood beginning to pool somewhere. "Come here," his voice was a little hoarse. Xu Xinxin shuffled over, standing in front of him, her hands clutching the edge of the apron, not daring to meet his eyes. Chu Tian reached out, grasped her waist, and gently pulled— She fell onto his lap. "Ah..." Xu Xinxin gasped, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders. Her skirt rode up a little with the movement, the skin of her thighs pressing directly against his trousers, the warm contact making them both tremble. "Say it again," Chu Tian's hand roamed her waist, "That just now." "...What?" "Master." Xu Xinxin's face flushed a deep crimson, but she still whispered, timidly, "...Master." Chu Tian's gaze instantly darkened. His hand tightened, pulling her closer into his embrace. Xu Xinxin could feel the change in his body, the hard object pressing against her thighs making her heart race, a mixture of fear and... anticipation. She suddenly shifted. Not to pull away, but... to rub. Then, she lifted one foot, her sock-clad toes gently pressing down on that area. "You..." Chu Tian's voice was taut. "Does Master not like it?" Her voice held an unprecedented sultriness, her eyes darting away, yet she deliberately pressed down a little harder, "Me... seducing you like this?" He picked up a long rope, tying one end to her ankle and the other to the knot on her wrists from the rear bondage. "Pulling tight now," he said, "it'll hurt, bear with it." He began to pull. The rope gradually tightened, her ankles slowly being drawn backward, closer to her wrists. Her body was forced to curl, her back arching, the fabric of her swimsuit clinging even tighter to her skin as it stretched, outlining the curve of her hips. The sand made a faint rustling sound from the friction, and the sea breeze brought a chill, causing her skin to prickle. "Ah—!" She let out a cry, her body aching from being forcibly folded. The rope pulled tighter and tighter, until her ankles were finally secured near her wrists. She was curled into a ball, hands bound behind her, legs together and bent, the swimsuit tightly encasing her body like a wrapped gift placed on the beach. The Four-Horsemen bondage was complete. "Not done yet," Chu Tian said, taking a gag from his storage box. Black leather, metal rings, long straps, the top ring glinting coldly under the moonlight. He walked up to her, crouched down, and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. "Open." Xu Xinxin opened her mouth, and the gag was pushed in, deeper and larger than before, forcing her mouth open so wide she couldn't close it. The taste of leather mixed with the cold of metal, filling her mouth. The strap went around the back of her head and buckled, securing the gag firmly, like a mask that couldn't be removed. "Final step," he said, picking up a thin rope and tying it to the ring on top of the gag, pulling it back to connect to the knot between her ankles and wrists. "Head up," he said, starting to pull, "look at me." The rope tightened, forcing her head back, the gag pulling upward and forcing her mouth open wider, her neck fully extended. Her face was forced towards the sky, looking at the stars, saliva pouring out from her head tilting back, trickling down her chin and onto the chest of her swimsuit, glistening in the moonlight. "Perfect," Chu Tian stepped back, admiring his work. "Mine, on the beach, bound, drooling." Then, he did something that made her heart stop— He stood up and began to pack. "Where... where are you going?" Her voice was muffled by the gag, indistinct and filled with panic. "Going back," he said, his tone flat. "Tent's packed, things are put away, time to go." "...!" Xu Xinxin's eyes snapped open, her body struggling violently, the ropes making faint sounds from the friction. She couldn't move, couldn't follow him, could only watch as he walked towards the tent and began to dismantle the frame. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Her voice was choked with sobs, tears instantly welling up. Chu Tian stopped and looked back at her. Under the moonlight, she lay on the beach, her body bound into a knot, the swimsuit tightly hugging her curves. The gag kept her mouth slightly agape, saliva constantly flowing out, mixing with tears and sliding down her cheeks. Her eyes held fear and pleading, like an abandoned little animal. "Scared?" He smiled, walked back, and crouched in front of her, wiping her tears with his finger. "Just kidding, I'm not leaving." "...Mmmph!" Her voice was filled with anger and grievance, more tears pouring out. "Don't cry," he said, his voice softening. "Just teasing. How could I leave you behind?" In the elevator, Xu Xinxin was still bound. The Japanese rear-hand restraint rendered her arms completely immobile. Deep red marks were etched into her wrists and elbows by the crimson rope. Her hands, taped into fists, were like two useless hammers, unable to even spread her fingers. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, causing her lips to part slightly, saliva constantly overflowing from the edges, trickling down her chin and leaving a damp trail on her sailor uniform. Her legs were still a bit weak, her muscles trembling slightly from the torment in the trunk earlier. But the unsatisfied craving within her still burned, like a fire in her abdomen. Chu Tian held her, patting her buttocks lightly. "We're home. I have something good to show you." The door opened, and he placed her on the living room sofa before walking towards the balcony – where something covered by a black cloth lay. It was oddly shaped, with a metallic sheen that glinted coldly under the moonlight. "What is that?" Xu Xinxin asked, her voice muffled by the gag, tinged with curiosity and anticipation. "A new toy," he smiled, walking over and yanking off the black cloth. "A flesh machine." The black cloth fell away, revealing the machine. It was a silver-white metal frame with adjustable supports. At the end of each support was fixed a black, realistic phallus, with a controller beside it, complete with wires and a plug. The entire machine looked precise and professional, like a toy from the future, exuding a heart-pounding sense of technology. "Just bought it," Chu Tian said, his fingers lightly stroking the metal frame, producing a faint sound. "It's automatic. You can adjust the speed, the depth, the duration. It can make you cum, again and again, without me lifting a finger, until you beg for mercy, until you cry and say you want more." As he spoke, his gaze fell upon her, from her flushed cheeks to her saliva-dampened chest, and then to the curves encased by her sailor uniform. "Do you want it?" Xu Xinxin looked at the machine, at the black phallus, imagining the sensation of it entering her body. Her heart pounded as if it would leap out of her chest. Her face flushed, and she nodded slightly, letting out a muffled "Mmm." "Good," he smiled. "Tonight, I'll use it to play with you. I'll tie you down, secure you, then turn it on and let it fuck you. I'll watch from the side, watch you cry from pleasure." He said this, then picked her up from the sofa and carried her towards the bedroom. A waterproof sheet was already spread on the bed, with hooks at each of the four corners. "Get down," he said. "Change position, this one is more comfortable." Xu Xinxin lay down on the bed, her cheek pressed against the soft pillow. Her arms were still bound behind her back in the Japanese rear-hand restraint; there was no need to untie them, the red rope gleaming a dark crimson in the moonlight. Chu Tian began to tie her legs – not in a horse-straddle, but an M-shape, spreading her legs wide open. He tied her left leg first. The rope wrapped around her ankle, coiled, and was knotted. Then, her ankle was pulled towards her thigh, bent into an M-shape, and secured to a rope loop on the outside of her thigh. Then came her right leg, tied in the same way, her ankle pulled towards her thigh, bent into another M-shape. Her legs were spread and bent, the two M-shapes like a pair of parentheses, opening her body completely. Her knees were apart, her ankles secured to the outside of her thighs. The space between her legs was completely exposed, with no covering. The sailor uniform tightened due to the position, outlining her most secret curves. "Not done yet," he said, taking out two thicker ropes. He tied one to each of her ankles, then connected them to the hooks on either side of the bed, pulling them taut, and then tighter. Her legs were completely fixed in an M-shape, unable to close or straighten, forced to remain in that shameful and exposed posture. But this position also left her most sensitive area completely exposed to the air, awaiting the imminent stimulation. "Perfect," he said, his fingers lightly stroking the inside of her thighs, sending a shiver through her. "Now, the flesh machine." He moved the flesh machine to the foot of the bed, adjusting the height and angle of the supports so that the black phallus pointed towards the space between her legs. Then, he unzipped her sailor uniform, and pressed the phallus against her entrance. The cold touch made her tremble slightly, yet she was already slightly wet with anticipation. "It's going in," he said. "Count for yourself. See how long you can last. Count to ten, and it will stop for a minute, then continue." He had her sit up, her hands still bound behind her back, unable to support her, forcing her to straighten her spine. Then, he threaded the rope under her armpits, crossing it in front of her chest to form an X, pressing directly onto her nipples. The rope wound around her chest a few times before being tied behind her back, securing her breasts completely. Every breath caused friction against the rope, bringing a slight sting and a tingling sensation. "This... is too shameful..." she whispered, her breasts clearly outlined by the rope, her nipples hardened by the friction, pressing against her white bra, clearly visible. "And your legs," Chu Tian ignored her, picking up the third rope, "Tie them together. Walk with small steps." He had her lie down, brought her ankles together, and wound the rope around them, from ankles to calves, binding her legs together. The rope dug into the skin of her calves, leaving red marks. Then, he connected her ankles and wrists with a short rope, forming a combination of a hobble and a hogtie. Her body was forced into an arch, like a shrimp, unable to stand straight or run, only able to move with tiny steps. "Try walking," he loosened some of the rope on her legs, allowing her knees to bend, but her ankles remained tied together, "Walk like a penguin. Small steps, slowly, don't fall." Xu Xinxin tried to stand, but her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound together. She could only shuffle with small steps, her body swaying precariously, on the verge of falling at any moment. Her breasts were sensitive from the rope's friction, and her private parts between her legs were slightly exposed by the posture. Her white panties gleamed under the light. "Good," Chu Tian looked at her disheveled state with satisfaction, her breasts pushed up by the rope, her legs bound, unable to stride, "Now... blindfold." He took out a black blindfold, made of soft velvet, and brought it around from behind her head, covering her eyes, and tying it tightly at the back of her head with a double knot. He then took out a red gag, made of plastic with a hole in the middle for breathing, and put it in her mouth, securing it behind her head with a strap and tightening it. "Mmph... mmph mmph..." she protested vaguely, but her voice was muffled by the gag, turning into faint whimpers, and saliva began to dribble from the corners of her mouth. "Don't make a sound," Chu Tian whispered in her ear, his voice very close, his breath spraying on her earlobe, "From now on, you are my possession. I will lead you. If anyone finds us, say... we're playing a game, a couple's game. If you can't speak... nod. Understand?" Xu Xinxin nodded, her heart pounding violently, as if it would leap out of her chest. She couldn't see anything, her vision was pitch black. She could only hear his voice and feel his hand taking the knot behind her back, leading her forward like a pet. "Let's go," Chu Tian tugged her, walking towards the basement door. She shuffled forward with small steps, her ankles bound, only able to drag herself along one step at a time. From the basement to the stairs, to the living room, to the entrance. She heard the sound of the door opening and felt the coolness of the night breeze on her exposed skin, making her shiver. "There are people in the elevator," Chu Tian suddenly stopped, his voice lowered, "Don't make a sound, be quiet. If you make a sound... I'll tie you to a park bench tonight and won't bring you back." Xu Xinxin froze, trembling all over. She heard the sound of the elevator doors opening, heard people talking inside, male voices, two of them, chatting. "Going out so late?" one voice asked casually. "Yeah, walking the dog," Chu Tian replied calmly, tightening his grip on her hand and pulling her forward a step, "Just showered, came out for some air." "This dog is well-behaved," another voice said with a laugh, teasingly, "Doesn't bark, doesn't move." Xu Xinxin's face instantly burned, as if on fire. He called her a dog... she screamed internally, but the gag prevented her from refuting, only allowing a faint whimper, like a small animal, saliva dripping from her mouth onto her chest.