Scented Tales: *A Love of the Flower's Shadow*

If there’s one thing that makes a boy the most delicate, it’s undoubtedly the cutest part of his body—that mushroom-shaped head that turns strawberry red when engorged—not to mention his soft, fair skin that glows with a cool white radiance, even his jade-like member seemed to have been meticulously carved from white marble—enough to tempt any girl with ulterior motives to sin at the mere sound of his soft whimper. At this moment, this boy, who had suffered an undeserved ordeal, was not only tightly bound by a cage woven from hundreds of pairs of sour, smelly socks—each pair capable of making Yu Ziyi cry—that had been hoarded by several brutal girls for who knows how long, but he was also unable to move even his fingers or toes freely, but his face—not just his nostrils, but every breathing orifice capable of enduring the torment of stinky socks—was forcibly subjected to the stench. This made Yu Ziyi’s breathing, already labored due to being bound in stockings, forcing her to strain with every breath to draw in air through the stench of countless sock toes and soles. But to punish this little brother who nearly escaped, the four beautiful yet sock-stink-exuding older sisters certainly wouldn’t let it end so soon. The wool-sock sister and the white-sock sister—whose feet still exuded a rich scent even after removing their socks—had already straddled Yu Ziyi’s face and thighs, respectively. The white-sock sister, in particular, seized Yu Ziyi’s penis—which had been wrapped in various stinky socks until it resembled a work of art—and began frantically stroking it, However, they hadn’t expected the boy beneath them to be so sensitive; his instinctive struggle nearly flung both girls off. Meanwhile, the girl in short stockings and the girl in basketball socks—who had been sitting on the sidelines enjoying Yu Ziyi’s moans and struggles—naturally joined the fray, straddling Yu Ziyi’s dainty little feet, which had been wrapped in stinky socks until they resembled a “sock ball,” and even opening their mouths like nymphomaniacs to bite down hard on his toes. Meanwhile, the basketball-sock-clad sister straddling Yu Ziyi’s chest was a woman of few words but many deeds; seeing that this area was tightly bound yet vulnerable, she used her fingers to viciously pinch the boy’s [indescribable] [indescribable], which had become [indescribable] due to a mix of fear and pleasure, All this straddling and pressure caused the boy’s member, tormented by the stench of feet, to erupt like a volcano. Enveloped by more than a dozen pairs of stinky socks, he spurted sweet, milky-white semen into the palm of the girl in white socks, Yu Zi’yi, who had never experienced such savage and pleasurable [indescribable] sensations since birth, actually fainted under the onslaught of waves of pleasure. With his logic and reason already shattered, his mind was left with nothing but scattered phrases. “It stinks, it’s so foul, it feels so awful, so thrilling, I want more.” Once he’d slipped into unconsciousness, Yu Ziyi could barely manage anything but moans, and his entire body trembled even more as Sister White Socks continued to stroke the stockings, stimulating the silk-wrapped area and unleashing indescribable pleasure. causing the boy beneath her to drift off to sleep with a near-sobbing voice. Undoubtedly, this pleasure—though presented as punishment—was also a potion that rewarded naughty boys, one that would make every cute boy who experienced it fall into its depths. Meanwhile, the White Socks Sister, holding the jade rod and savoring the sweet scent in her palm, hadn’t stopped yet. On the contrary, she continued to extract pleasure with even greater ferocity and speed, employing exquisite techniques like gentle cupping, slow twisting, stroking, and teasing, all the while not forgetting to exchange a knowing glance with the Wool-Sock Sister. After all, the Short-Pantyhose Sister and the Basketball-Sock Sister—who had assisted them in capturing the runaway slave—seemed a bit out of place. Worried that the precious boy they’d finally set their hearts on might be snatched away by those sisters, so these two sisters—who were known for their passionate and uncompromising nature—decided to confront them directly. “Xiong Xuerou, Xiong Xueqian, why aren’t you two back at the inn, seducing those innocent young men? What are you doing here with us? We’re just a humble family—we don’t have any extra boys to spare for you. Even my sister and I can only share this little brother.” Watching the older sister in white socks—whose eyes were filled with wariness and anger as she stroked the jade rod in various ways—the Xiong sisters, whose surnames had just been called out, didn’t get angry. Instead, one would caress Yu Ziyi’s toes, or playfully teasing his nipples, making the boy’s moans grow ever more exquisite. Then, the younger of the Xiong sisters—dressed in a cheongsam—leaned over to pick up her handbag from the sofa and tossed a neatly folded, gold-embossed letter inside to the sister in the woolen socks. “Little sister from the Lan family, although we Xiong sisters are usually quite picky—we only go for delicious young boys like little Yu Ziyi—stealing someone’s love isn’t really our style. We’ve come to see you today because we have a matter to discuss. We mainly run an inn in Ji’an, which also serves as a contact point. Today we just received a letter from Hyacinth—the Bluebird Bodhisattva has scheduled the festival for the Greater Heat solar term, which is why we came knocking on your door. According to the letter, this festival will be quite grand, and all eligible young boys have been gathered there. But I never expected that the two of you—Lan Siyao and Lan Silin—would actually find such a precious child. So I figured you must need my help this time.” Whether it was because Lan Siyao’s technique was too exquisite or because she’d been startled by the young ladies’ conversation, just as Xiong Xueqian was explaining in a soft, gentle voice, Yu Ziyi—whose mushroom-cut hair was being roughly manhandled— found that the short stockings and cotton socks wrapped around his mushroom-shaped head—having been [indescribably] moistened and lubricated—inevitably stuck together at the edges. The back-and-forth motion amplified his pleasure immeasurably, and he soon climaxed once again in the hands of these girls with their cryptic banter. After this intense orgasm, Yu Ziyi—already gasping for breath—began coughing loudly. The Lan sisters, their anger now subsided, naturally didn’t want anything to happen to their little brother. After shooing Xiong Xuerou and Xiong Xueqian off his body, Lan Silin hurriedly removed the gas mask from Yu Ziyi’s face, parted her crimson lips, and began performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on him through the gap in her smelly socks. Meanwhile, Lan Siyao, acting as the backbone of the group, took the Xiong sisters under her wing, leading them to the living room to discuss matters formally. After all, although there was still about a week left, the Lan sisters—who were in Ji’an and had to take Yu Ziyi back to their hometown with them—undoubtedly needed Xiong Xuerou’s help. At the very least, while the usually disorganized Lan Siyao’s home was filled with stockpiled cotton socks and stockings, using these to bind and restrain Yu Ziyi was clearly against proper etiquette. “Lan Siyao, among our clan, the only businesses we’ve established in Ji’an are my inn and your clinic. Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem if you and your sister just went back on your own, but this time you’re bringing Yu Ziyi along. That little one isn’t exactly someone you can just slip into your pocket and take away, and I’m guessing you haven’t made any preparations. So tell me—do you want us to help?” “Hmph. At this point, it’s our only option. But my sister and I must supervise—we’re going back with you. Otherwise, with such an adorable child, you’d inevitably sneak a bite. That’s the child my sister and I plan to spend the rest of our lives with.” “That works out well. We took the liberty of bringing all the cages from the clan. If you two don’t lend a hand, my sister and I really won’t be able to handle this. There’s no time to waste—let’s get going. Save some for your little brother; he won’t be able to stop himself from eating the whole way.” “Sister Xiong, are you talking about those cages that all the boys in the clan fear—the ones where even the most rebellious boy comes out crying and lets his sisters dress him up however they please? Well, Yu Ziyi is in for a real treat this time.” “Stop daydreaming. Hurry up and pack your little treasure up quickly—there’s plenty to do once we get to my place. Besides, if we use the whole set of cages, we won’t be able to handle it without the two of you and your traditional Chinese medicine skills. I was actually planning to catch a boy myself and use him—so you’re getting off easy.” Meanwhile, Yu Ziyi, lying on the floor, had not only failed to pass out after being milked for the third time in a row—he had actually become aroused by this forced act. In his post-orgasmic state, every breath felt increasingly foul, It seemed as though the distinctive stench of each pair of socks could be distinguished. Moreover, to make Yu Ziyi submit sooner, Lan Silin—having paused her extraction—had already changed into a pair of tattered, filthy white socks, which she used to stomp relentlessly over Yu Ziyi’s face and penis, ensuring that the [indescribable] stench of foot odor to linger without exception in Yu Zi’yi’s airways. Even more terrifying was that the conversation between Lan Siyao and Xiong Xuerou could be heard by Yu Zi’yi’s ears; realizing he might be taken to a place where no one could find him. Unable to bear the foot odor torture any longer, Yu Ziyi suddenly lashed out, rolling chaotically on the ground. But every time he tried to get away, Lan Silin would stomp on his back or face to force him to stop, After being dragged back several times by her clit, her gasping breaths blew the loose, stinky socks off her face, and Yu Ziyi, utterly exhausted, stopped struggling, resigning herself to her fate. However, though her spirit had already been crushed, Yu Ziyi didn’t know how many times she’d been milked, or how long her penis had been tightly bound—even through the various styles of short stockings, one could see the marks left by Lan Siyao’s rough treatment. The mushroom-shaped head, already engorged and swollen to the size of a strawberry, couldn’t bear even the slightest touch, its dense network of nerves having long since been fully aroused. But in the face of several eager, lecherous older women, the soft-spoken and delicate Yu Ziyi barely managed a few symbolic whimpers before several pairs of smelly feet viciously stomped on his face, forehead, and back, crushing Yu Ziyi—who had already been wrapped like a mummy in stockings, with all her joints restrained, was brutally flattened under their feet. They forced the stockings binding her body to stretch to the point of nearly snapping. Now effectively bound into a “stocking doll,” Yu Ziyi remained in a ball-tie position, with several layers of pantyhose still [indescribable] [indescribable] rubbing against his knees; his shriveled penis, still exposed with its mushroom-shaped head, would occasionally rub against the stinky socks at the base of his thighs, while his face—already wrapped in smelly stockings to the point where his features were unrecognizable—was forcibly pressed downward by Lan Silin’s foot. With his body in this awkward position, further reinforced by multiple layers of stockings from the suitcase, the four girls—who had already slipped on a pair of thick stockings—grabbed the ropes binding Yu Zi’yi with their powerful hands. In an instant, the stockings were pulled to their limit, nearly choking the life out of her, But suspended in midair and able only to express his displeasure by trembling with the soles of his feet, he was, almost without surprise, tossed into the suitcase filled with smelly socks. Then, to restrain Yu Ziyi’s struggles, the girls each used their own methods to secure the remaining smelly socks inside the suitcase— —whether lightweight boat socks, thick basketball socks, or stockings of varying lengths—all, in the hands of these girls who had been trained in the art of stinky-sock bondage since childhood, were without exception imbued with new artistic life, the gaps between Yu Zi-yi’s limbs, the gaps between her body and the suitcase, and even the [indescribable] area on her face that still seemed to need more “filling”—no one knew how many days’ worth of socks had been carefully preserved. Not only did they retain the scent of foot sweat from the moment they were taken off, but also retaining that worn, filthy, stinking texture. Soon, after completely immobilizing all of Yu Ziyi’s struggles and resistance with those filthy, stinking, delicate socks, upon seeing the little brother trapped inside the suitcase—unable to move or even cry out— Lan Silin unceremoniously stepped on the suitcase and forcibly locked the chain. After checking the room one last time, the young ladies from the Lan and Xiong families—each lost in their own fantasies—drove off to Xiong Xuerou’s inn. Like most guesthouses in Ji’an, this inn—with its strong Miao ethnic flair—was also a low-rise building. By this time, the Xiong sisters, having received the letter, had closed their doors early, and the staff and lingering guests had been properly dispersed. So when the young ladies—eager to kidnap a cute boy—trolled brazenly through the halls and corridors, lugging suitcases filled with their captive and stinky socks, they didn’t stop until they reached the living room outside the storage room. According to clan rules, every boy heading to the ritual must, while fully conscious, witness and feel how he is tightly bound, and must endure the jostling and exhaustion of the journey, not to mention that the Bodhisattva venerated by the clan still seemed to favor the ways of the past. So when the Xiong sisters went to the storeroom to prepare the cage, Lan Siyao opened the suitcase, took a look inside, and then gave a sharp tug, flinging Yu Ziyi out, who tumbled to the ground. It was a last resort—although Yu Ziyi, hidden in the trunk during the journey, appeared not to have struggled, this somewhat unruly child had become entangled with the smelly stockings and dirty cotton socks on her body, and the knots tied in those stockings were impossible to untie. Left with no other choice, Lan Siyao looked at her handiwork and could only take off her shoes, using her already sweat-drenched feet to force Yu Ziyi’s face into the pile of stinky socks. After subjecting her to a bit more of this “aromatic treatment,” Lan Siyao and Lan Silin—one at the head, one at the feet— and, armed with medical scissors, began to unravel the sock cocoon woven from the stinky socks on Yu Zi’yi’s body. Her tiny feet, with toes bound by stockings, were revealed, as were her delicate hands, forced into fists by the stinky socks. Her [indescribable] had solidified and were inseparable from the pantyhose, and her beautiful face—whose features had been distorted by the tight wrapping of the socks—was revealed. When the pantyhose stuffed into Yu Ziyi’s nostrils and the large wad of cotton socks—wrapped around who-knows-what—tucked deep inside her mouth were yanked out, Yu Ziyi, already bound so tightly that her entire body bore attractive patterns of rope marks, burst into tears. but unable to even lift his hands—with the stinky pantyhose still dangling by his ears—he had undoubtedly done the most foolish thing imaginable. With his petite frame and equally adorable face, in the presence of certain eccentric older women, he not only triggered their maternal instincts but also aroused an unparalleled desire for control and a sense of domination. So, as soon as Yu Ziyi’s sobs began, Lan Siyao had already cut him off with a deep, tongue-filled kiss, and her incredibly nimble hands began to tease the boy’s body at will, while Lan Silin began toying with Yu Zi’yi’s absurdly beautiful little feet. Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control—and the boy, who had only just tasted freedom, was on the verge of being devoured whole—the Xiong sisters, who’d gone to great lengths to push out the still-unassembled cage, saw them still carrying on their affair and were so furious their noses nearly twisted out of shape. They reached out and, using a slingshot-like motion, flung the medicine packet from their palms straight at Lan Siyao’s face. Snapping back to their senses, the Lan sisters stuck their tongues out at Xiong Xuerou, then casually picked up a pair of thick stockings—presumably worn at some point—from the ground, quickly tightening it into a noose around Yu Ziyi’s graceful swan-like neck. After making a shushing gesture, Lan Siyao and Lan Silin led Yu Ziyi into the bathroom. Watching Yu Zi-yi, who had now become docile, obediently swallow the “Hundred Flowers Pill” for cleansing her body with hot water, the Lan sisters—who couldn’t help but make the clan’s gesture signifying the selection of a husband—showed not the slightest disgust at Yu Zi-yi’s subsequent vomiting and diarrhea. After strictly supervising this little brother as he detoxified and cleansed his intestines under the medicine’s effects, Lan Siyao and Lan Silin—humming a folk song—took turns inserting a well-worn buffalo horn, polished until its pores were completely smooth, to the appropriate depth into Yu Ziyi’s rear passage as he squatted on the floor with his buttocks raised, using the freshly prepared fragrant broth to give this little husband an enema. By the time the entire pot of fragrant broth had been used up, Lan Siyao and Lan Silin had already changed their outfits during their shift change, leaving Yu Ziyi—weakened by the enema—staring in awe. At that moment, Lan Silin and Lan Siyao resembled elves born of the mountains and forests; especially that slightly wild aura, accentuated by their attire, gave them an air of ethereal grace. Dressed in their finest attire, the Lan sisters wore the “guanshouyi”—a traditional outfit reserved for the most significant festivals—which, contrary to expectations, did not appear baggy on them. Instead, it subtly revealed their curves, and the Miao ethnic group’s distinctive butterfly pattern, perfectly accentuated by geometric designs on their chests, appeared almost lifelike against the pale white background. Looking beyond the eye-catching brilliance at the front of the guanshouyi, the sharp-eyed Yu Ziyi could still make out patterns—on both the sleeves and the bodice—that blended almost seamlessly with the fabric’s colors: These were patterns of birds spreading their wings as if ready to take flight, which, together with the butterfly motifs, made the Lan sisters appear ethereal and otherworldly. Their slender, graceful legs, concealed beneath pleated skirts, within the layered squares of color, as if they held the indescribable whispers of the mountains and forests. Beneath the short skirts—which did not reach the knees—the moon-white skin of their knees was clearly visible, while the Lan sisters’ calves were wrapped in black leg bindings that extended all the way down, revealing only the tops of their feet, encased in white cloth socks, and their fragrant, jade-like feet in silk stockings were concealed within high-heeled, emerald-green, upturned embroidered shoes adorned with twin-dragon motifs; particularly at the shoe openings, twisted human figures—as if bound—were intricately embroidered, Moreover, despite the weight, the two sisters had even donned silver necklaces and silver collar pins; the headdresses—almost every detail of which was crafted in a feather-like style—made Lan Siyao and Lan Silin resemble mountain spirits, their every smile and frown transcending time and space, captivating the heart. Yu Ziyi, still reeling from the shock, was practically crouched on the floor; the prolonged bondage and enema had left him barely able to stand. He could only be escorted out of the restroom by Lan Siyao and Lan Silin, After being escorted all the way to the spacious dining room on the first floor, the relatively sensible Yu Ziyi offered no resistance. He simply noticed the tables and chairs pushed into the corner of the room, as well as the unopened, large wooden chest on the floor—resembling the kind used in ancient times to send a noble young lady off to her wedding— Xiong Xuerou and Xiong Xueqian, who had been waiting there all along, were naturally dressed in dazzling attire; the only difference from the Lan sisters was that the embroidered shoes on their feet were accented with flecks of gold. Moreover, a sealed suitcase lay at their feet as well, But whether it was the sheer size of the trunks or the lingering stench of foot odor in the air, even Yu Ziyi—who considered himself fairly resilient—felt his heart race with fear. This was especially true when several young ladies, dressed in magnificent, imposing finery and possessing exquisite features, looked at him with the same gaze one might reserve for prey trapped in a hunting net. “Little brother Yu Ziyi, don’t be afraid, okay? We’re just here because we love and care for you. We didn’t want to leave you behind even when we went home for the holidays. If you keep being a good boy and do as you’re told, we’ll make sure you never want for anything—you’ll enjoy sexual happiness every day. Now, we’re going to spruce you up a bit. A boy this handsome must be smart too, right? Come on, open your mouth and swallow this fasting pill.” He looked at the girl in front of him—the one who had forcibly abducted him—as she gently held out a black pill toward his mouth. The other “sisters” standing nearby seemed mild-mannered, but the way they gestured suggested they were actually waiting for him to resist, so they’d have a reason to brutalize him. So, after taking a deep breath, Yu Ziyi swallowed the pill, which was essentially made from sesame seeds and Polygonatum. However, thanks to the meticulous processing of ancient techniques, this seemingly unremarkable pill not only provided enough nutrition to sustain her for three or four days while bound, but it would also be completely broken down and digested. Although modern times are nothing like the olden days—when clan members scattered across the land would travel half a month by foot with their chosen boy to return home— along the 400-li stretch from Ji’an to Yingtan, clan rules strictly forbade opening the box. Although the journey by carriage took only about a day, this custom—which had persisted for generations as girls were confined and transported— this custom—whose origins are lost to time—was once again enforced upon Yu Ziyi. Moreover, since the journey would take no more than two days and one night, Lan Siyao, who had no intention of giving Yu Ziyi any water, decided to use the tightest possible restraints as she took the boy she had set her sights on back to her hometown. Amid his anxiety, Yu Ziyi never took his eyes off the suitcase—large enough to hold two of him—which Xiong Xuerou struggled to open. and even though it was opened only a tiny crack, the nearly gale-force stench of foot odor—carrying the lingering dampness of sweat—slammed directly into Yu Ziyi’s face. This boy, who had long been tormented by the stench of feet, to the point where everything he smelled now reeked of foot and sock odor, truly understood what the most terrifying smell of a girl’s feet could be. Moreover, it seemed different from the various socks Lan Siyao and Lan Silin had previously used to gag him or cover his nose—because although it looked and smelled dreadful, they had, after all, been worn by the two of them themselves. So while the smell was strong, it was also recognizable—so much so that after being exposed to it for several hours, Yu Ziyi could even identify the Lan sisters by their socks with his eyes closed. But inside the box that Xiong Xuerou and the others had accumulated were countless pairs from different girls—all of them with sweaty feet, the kind only young women who labor all day could produce—it was nothing short of the ultimate in foot and sock odor. Just one whiff made Yu Ziyi feel as if hundreds of young women were forcing her to smell their stinky feet by stomping on her face, What was even more terrifying was that mixed in with this complex blend of sock odors were scents Yu Ziyi had never encountered before—not the leathery smell of boots, not the musty stench of sneakers, not the sour odor of high heels, and not even the sweat-soaked smell of dance shoes. It wasn’t until Xiong Xuerou completely opened the bulging suitcase that Yu Ziyi finally understood what was inside—though she still felt a bit confused. They were pairs of crumpled white cloth socks with stiff soles, and their materials seemed to vary—some were cotton, others satin—but without exception, the soles of every single pair were soaked through with foot sweat, Contrasting sharply with these hundreds of pairs of socks—worn by different girls—were rolls of black or colored silk fabric, some scattered and others intact, each about three fingers thick. Yet all of these pieces of silk seemed to give off that foul, foot-like stench, The rest were miscellaneous cloth socks scattered haphazardly. The stench of foot odor—so strong it made Yu Ziyi feel as if his nose were about to burst—was emanating from these very socks. Moreover, the foot sweat seemed to have mingled with these traditionally crafted socks, producing an even more unbearable odor. Seeing Yu Ziyi with tears streaming down his face, Xiong Xuerou smiled as she casually grabbed some silk and cloth socks and tossed them directly onto him. Only when she saw the adorable boy nearly fall to the ground did Lan Siyao bite his earlobe to explain the situation. “Haha, what’s the matter? Now you know how fragrant your big sister’s socks are, right? Your sister Silin and I have practically grown up breathing in this scent. Plus, after a full day’s work in these cloth socks, the smell when you take off your cloth boots is simply divine. Back in the day, we’d stuff this into the mouths of even the most unruly boys, and they’d become as well-behaved as could be in no time. As for these silk scraps—you probably haven’t seen them before. Sometimes when we didn’t have any socks to wear, we’d wrap them around our feet. Since they were such a hassle to take off, we’d often only throw them away once they were worn through. See? This whole box full of cloth socks and foot wraps—your older sisters prepared them all for you.” “But it’s not just the two of us, you know. The ones in different colors are the ones we wear. The rest of those foot wraps and cloth socks—we specifically set them aside for the younger sisters with sweaty feet to wear. Just think about it—as cleaning or service staff, how many steps do they have to take every day? Since they know they get new socks every half-month, and after daily appearance checks at work, almost all of these girls wear their socks for half a month or even a whole month—sometimes until the soles are worn through—before tossing them into the recycling bin. “Just look—it’s only been a little over a year, and they’re already so fragrant and beautiful. Little Yu Ziyi, look—isn’t that wonderful?” Yu Ziyi, already reduced to tears and speechless by the stench of the stinky socks, watched the chattering, laughing women with sheer terror. Faced with socks that could practically suffocate a person, they seemed to thoroughly enjoy the situation, even treating these accumulated, foul-smelling weapons as some kind of bountiful harvest. But at this point, neither screaming for help nor running away would do any good. Lan Siyao’s hand kept gently stroking his earlobe, ready to clamp her palm over his throat at any moment to silence him, So Yu Ziyi, praying they wouldn’t hurt her, simply gave up resisting. Instead, she calmed down to watch how these older sisters would treat her. Under the caresses of Lan Siyao and Lan Silin, this nearly voiceless boy had even opened his mouth in anticipation. However, Xiong Xuerou and Xiong Xueqian, standing before him, merely carefully selected the cloth socks they had worn from inside the box. After sniffing them lightly to confirm the scent and rubbing them between their fingertips to feel the sweat, the two older sisters divided the socks into two piles, then picked up a pair of scissors and cut off the soles and toes—the most fragrant parts—from the cloth socks. Having accumulated them over the course of a year, the Xiong sisters each had forty or fifty pairs of socks. After cutting off the toe sections—the parts with the most foot sweat and the richest aroma—Xiong Xuerou picked up the cut-open soles, scooping up the essence from roughly twenty-odd pairs of stinky socks. she fiercely squeezed the stinky bundle of socks in her hand. After gauging the size of Yu Zi’yi’s mouth, she wrapped several pairs of sock bottoms tightly around it. Xiong Xueqian, who had been waiting nearby with needle and thread, quickly sewed the bundle shut. Once it was finished, this bundle—imbued with who knows how much stench from sweaty socks—was pressed against Yu Ziyi’s mouth. With his throat and the corners of his mouth pinned, he simply couldn’t bear the smell wafting up through his nostrils, so he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Xiong Xuerou, who had practiced this gagging technique millions of times on her younger brother since childhood, expertly cradled the back of Yu Ziyi’s head with one hand, applying just the right amount of force to pry his mouth open and tilt his head back, forcing his jaw wider. With three fingers pinching the sock wadding, she first squeezed the highly malleable mass as far as possible into one side of Yu Ziyi’s cheek, then, one after another, she forced the sock wad toward the center of his mouth and the other side of his cheek to fill it completely, while her pinky and ring fingers had already clamped down on Yu Ziyi’s tongue, ensuring that his fragrant tongue was completely covered by the sock wad. During this process, an unknown amount of foot sweat mixed with saliva dripped down to the corners of Yu Ziyi’s mouth. The boy, already driven mad by the stench, was firmly restrained and unable to move; he could only drool under the sour, pungent stimulation of the sock ball, Once this meticulously prepared stinking cloth sock had been fully stuffed into his mouth, Xiong Xuerou took out a foot wrap and a pair of cloth socks that appeared to have been worn by a girl with large feet. First, she cut them open with scissors, then used the stretched-out sock legs to cover Yu Ziyi’s hair and the space between his eyebrows, Then, this girl—an expert at gagging—picked up the foot-wrapping cloth. With Lan Siyao’s help, she first forced Yu Ziyi to close her mouth, then, using a special technique, wrapped the cloth around Yu Ziyi’s chin and directly secured it to the top of her head, which was already covered by the filthy sock soles, By the time Xiong Xuerou had used up three rolls of the two-meter-long foot-binding cloth, Yu Ziyi could no longer open her mouth at all; her entire face, including her ears, was wrapped vertically with no gaps left. However, since this was still not a completely airtight seal, Xiong Xuerou naturally did not stop. Picking up more foot-wrapping cloth, she quickly secured Yu Zi’yi’s mouth with a horizontal wrap. Forced into shape by the inelastic cloth, Yu Zi’yi could no longer even move her lips, and the ball of socks in her mouth was now undoubtedly even tighter and more secure. However, to ensure that Yu Ziyi would be able to see the changes happening to her body later on, Xiong Xuerou deliberately left openings for her nostrils and eyes in the tightly wrapped foot-binding cloth. By this point, though, Yu Ziyi’s mouth was already completely silenced, and the cloth itself was highly abrasive; wrapped so tightly that it fit like a second skin, it wouldn’t budge even if she rubbed herself vigorously against the ground. But Yu Zi’yi soon realized, why these older sisters dressed in their finest would first gag her so tightly—and what was even worse, perhaps because Xiong Xuerou’s technique was too masterful—was that not only did the sock ball in her mouth constantly emit the stench of athlete’s foot and drip with foot sweat, forcing Yu Ziyi to taste it, but even the foot-wrapping cloth wrapped around her nostrils had undoubtedly been wrapped around the spaces between her toes—the foulest-smelling spots of all. This left Yu Ziyi almost unable to control her breathing; she’d either hold her breath desperately or, in a fit of despair, take a deep breath, only to be overwhelmed once again by the stench of foot odor until she could no longer function. Unable to even stand steadily, he had long since been laid flat on the ground, while Lan Siyao and Lan Silin each held a strip of foot-wrapping cloth. First, they cradled Yu Ziyi’s delicate feet, gently kissed his toes, and then, as the cloth spread, Yu Ziyi’s toes were first tightly bound individually, then forcibly bound in a single row, leaving the boy completely unable to bend or spread his toes freely, Next, with exquisite skill, the foot-binding cloths were layered and pressed tightly together, binding Yu Ziyi’s dainty feet as if they were entwined by thorns. Although the moderate pressure and technique left Yu Ziyi feeling only an indescribable sense of helplessness and being controlled, but this adorable child naturally had no intention of running away, so she never realized that the “Lotus-Blooming-with-Every-Step” knots Lan Siyao and Lan Silin had tied around her feet would ensure that even the proudest child attempting to escape would be captured due to the excruciating pain in her feet. Next, a pair of burlap socks—which looked as if one could already smell their stench—were pulled over Yu Ziyi’s feet, followed by a pair of satin high-heeled embroidered shoes of somewhat peculiar craftsmanship that were forcibly slipped onto Yu Ziyi’s feet. The shoes, which seemed slightly ill-fitting, were covered with pebble-like protrusions, making the pain even more unbearable for Yu Ziyi, whose feet were already aching. Before the socks, from which the laces had already been pulled, could even slip off, her ankles were bound with fresh silk cloth, restraining her feet and preventing her from removing those uncomfortable shoes. Then, using a binding technique that combined a sturdy figure-eight knot with a pig’s-foot knot— in accordance with traditions passed down for centuries, bound Yu Ziyi’s snow-white legs almost into a black-and-white masterpiece. The confinement extending from the base of her thighs all the way to the soles of her feet caused her jade-like legs to begin weeping in terror even as she endured the tight binding. Moreover, Yu Ziyi was still puzzling over one thing: why, as these older sisters bound her legs, did they deliberately wedge a hollow cylinder—which appeared to be made of nanmu wood—between her thighs, pressing firmly against her perineum and protruding slightly both in front and behind her? But he had no time to dwell on it. Xiong Xueqian, who had left at some point, had already returned holding a set of “Hundred Birds” robes. What was different, however, was that on this exquisitely crafted ceremonial attire, the decorative patterns on the tunic depicted abstract images of bound young boys, without exception, each highlighting the bound jade rod and the gag covering their faces. The design was even more form-fitting, with narrow sleeves; even the pleated skirt didn’t reach the knees, and there was a small opening at the front. But Yu Zi’yi had no time to think about it, As the “Gown of a Hundred Birds” was forcibly pulled over him, Xiong Xuerou first took four or five pairs of thick cloth socks and slipped them onto Yu Ziyi’s hands, then sewed the last pair of socks to the sleeves of the gown. Trapped within this virtually form-fitting garment, Yu Ziyi felt as if his entire body were bound. Before he could even adjust to this unsettling sensation, Lan Siyao—who had already tied the ends of several strips of silk foot-wrapping cloth together—began to bind him using the ancient “five-knot binding” technique. This “Hundred-Bird Robe,” designed specifically for young boys, naturally served a protective purpose. Thanks to the skilled craftsmanship at the nape of the neck and along the arms, combined with the binding techniques Lan Siyao had practiced since childhood, even though Yu Ziyi appeared to be tightly bound, the silk cloth extending from the back of his neck and wrapping around his arms—secured at his wrists with figure-eight knots—was then pulled back over his neck, lifting Yu Ziyi’s hands high above his head. However, aside from some pain, this would cause him no harm. After completing the basic binding, in accordance with clan regulations, Lan Siyao forcibly yanked Yu Ziyi to his feet. Half supporting him and half forcing him, she made him hop forward seven steps. Tormented by the restraints on his feet and his embroidered shoes—to the point where tears streamed down his face— simply knelt on the ground and refused to move. With his hands bound inside the socks and his body tightly bound, he was utterly unable to free himself from the confinement. Although he had been tormented to the point of despair by the tight bonds and, under such an ingenious restraint system, could not even conceive of resistance, Yu Ziyi looked at the large box of unused socks and foot-wrapping cloths before him and still felt that those sisters seemed to be far from satisfied. Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Yu Ziyi could only watch the colorful embroidered shoes and feet in gauze stockings flit back and forth before him. Then Lan Siyao crouched down, using the pointed toe of her “Ascending-Cloud” shoes to lift Yu Ziyi’s chin, forcing him to look at the object in her hand. It was a phallus that looked as if it had been carved from white jade; not only was the mushroom-shaped head—reminiscent of [the unspeakable]—vividly lifelike, but even the corona seemed to have been meticulously carved. Having already guessed what was going on, Yu Ziyi looked up in despair as Lan Siyao slowly wrapped a pair of the softest tribute satin stockings around “Mr. Horn.” She then took the filthy, foul-smelling stockings into her mouth, moistening them with her own saliva, she rose slowly and walked behind Yu Ziyi. Looking down at the pleated skirt that had already been lifted, revealing the tight, quivering anus that could no longer be concealed by the fabric, she crouched down and gently stroked the tip of Yu Ziyi’s buttock. After helping the child’s anus relax slightly, Lan Siyao used a “Lan Na Zha” technique to thrust Mr. Jiao directly into Yu Ziyi’s anus, leaving only the edge of the cloth sock protruding from within. Despite some preparation, the sudden intrusion of a foreign object still caused Yu Ziyi to cry out and try to escape, but she was pinned down by pairs of fragrant feet in silk stockings—their embroidered shoes having been removed. Seeing that the “Horn Master” was now fully locked inside her anus, Lan Siyao clapped her hands, signaling her sisters to kick Yu Ziyi over onto her back. Meanwhile, she held in her hand an exquisitely smooth jade rod, no thicker than a little finger. Still in a state of terror, Yu Ziyi followed Lan Siyao’s gaze and only to see his own jade rod—which had become [indescribable] due to the stimulation of the foreign object—seeming to echo that jade rod. Realizing what was happening, Yu Ziyi tried to sit up, but was immediately buried under a deluge of filthy, stinking cloth socks trampling his face and body, forcing him to breathe in the stench of foot odor and remain still. Yu Ziyi, who had been about to fight back, now had nothing but the filthy color of sock soles in his eyes; Lan Sili’s sock-clad foot had firmly clamped his delicate nose between her toes, while even more sock-clad feet began to tease his sensitive areas. "Sister Xue Rou, quickly tell us how this treasure is used. I heard that the older sisters used this kind of cage box to lock up those stubborn children. They would let them struggle all the way, and when they were let down, they would cry holding their sisters' feet. How can this thing be so powerful?" "That's for sure. Although it's not as good as the 'Ruyi Car' at home, this cage box is specifically for dealing with the unyielding. The more they struggle when locked inside, the more they suffer. Enough talk, sisters, let's get to work." When disassembled, the cage box was just a large container holding forty-nine bamboo poles. However, after placing the bamboo poles on the ground and letting Xiong Xue Rou assemble the mortise and tenon joints from memory, a nascent cage stood on the floor. The gaps between the bamboo strips were wide enough to insert an arm for manipulation. Following the procedure, Xiong Xue Rou deliberately left the front and back panels aside temporarily, and several unusual bamboo tubes or wooden implements seemed to appear on the ground. After assembling the bamboo cage, the four sisters had already forced Yu Ziyi to stand. At this point, the poor boy's legs were almost like a fish's tail, and the tight wrapping on his head, blocking his mouth, and the painful pressure on his feet made it impossible for him to jump and escape. He could barely stand without falling. He could only let Lan Siyao support him and touch him all over. As if possessed by a compulsion, they not only used all the smelly socks but also used up all the remaining foot-binding cloths. These, accumulated, were likely hundreds of meters of silk cloth, wrapped from Yu Ziyi's feet, clad in high-heeled embroidered shoes, all the way to his face without any gaps, leaving hundreds of silk cloth marks on the boy's body. Then, under the girls' coercion, Yu Ziyi, who had struggled to kneel in the bamboo cage, first felt the silk cloth on his face and neck being tied somewhere. Then, several girls shouted in unison and forcefully pulled Yu Ziyi's body off the ground with the silk cloth. Wrapped by hundreds of silk cloths, Yu Ziyi was now suspended in the center of the bamboo cage. From his knees up to his face, he was held by the silk cloth, his entire body pulled into a horizontal line. His lower legs and feet, below his knees, were vertical to the ground. His small feet, clad in embroidered shoes, were deliberately tied tightly to a bamboo strip of the cage. Because the boy's slender weight was distributed across hundreds of wide silk cloths, apart from the helplessness brought by being suspended and the suffocating smell of the socks on his face, Yu Ziyi felt no discomfort. However, it would be a mistake to think the cage box was this simple. As Xiong Xue Rou opened the wooden box, inside was a utensil made of magnetic iron, shaped like a pen holder. Xiong Xue Xi and Lan Si Lin, holding it in their hands without rushing to assemble it, each pulled out six pairs of silk stockings of varying colors and thicknesses from their "Peach Blossom Secret Caves." After soaking them in aphrodisiacs for a while longer, Xiong Xue Rou then placed the fragrant stockings one by one into this "Yang Cup." The entry of six pairs of stockings made the already finely meshed utensil appear tighter at the mouth. After securing the stockings, Xiong Xue Rou reached into the cage, patted Yu Ziyi's buttocks, and watched as Yu Ziyi, who would sway when he struggled, especially when he exerted force with his feet. This swaying, though seemingly chaotic, was actually limited in range by the binding method, more precisely, it could not move more than a palm's width. With this in mind, Xiong Xue Rou began to assemble the true core device of the bamboo cage, the Yang Cup, capable of subduing even ancient youths from beyond the domain. Using the remaining bamboo sections to lock the base of the Yang Cup, Xiong Xue Rou first entered the cage from the side. Without even needing to use her hands, she inserted the jade rod into the Yang Cup. The Yang Cup, also made of magnetic iron, immediately enveloped the entire "locking yang ring." During this process, Yu Ziyi was already extremely full, but his mushroom head, unable to release, was rubbed for several inches under the layers of stockings before reaching its deepest point. Yu Ziyi, already tightly muffled by multiple layers of sock bottoms and embroidered shoes, could not make a sound, but his delicate feet had struggled so much that his toes were visible through the embroidered shoes. As he struggled, his swaying body rocked back and forth. Although the jade rod quickly left the Yang Cup, as soon as it swung back, it was forcefully held by the cohesive force between the magnetic iron, causing the poor Yu Ziyi's mushroom head to be continuously massaged by the aphrodisiac soaked in the stockings. Then, with the help of Xiong Xue Xi, Xiong Xue Rou locked the bamboo sections that controlled the Yang Cup with mortise and tenon joints, so it wouldn't shift or deform no matter how much it was shaken. However, Yu Ziyi still didn't understand how to stop his shaking. Stimulated by the mushroom head, he took a deep breath, his face filled with the scent of various sock bottoms and hundreds of feet. Yu Ziyi naturally couldn't help but struggle, but his struggle was met with the endless grinding and ejaculation from the Yang Cup. The smell of the stinky socks made his mushroom head even more sensitive, trapping him in a vicious cycle. The boy could not stop unless he was completely exhausted. What was even more terrifying was that Yu Ziyi's secret passage for milk was blocked by the jade rod, almost forcing him to maintain the precursor to ejaculation while finding it difficult to achieve pleasure. Even if he could release the sweet fluid of a boy, the specially