Lin Wan, the radiant center of a popular girl group, was pure and sweet, a goddess in the hearts of millions; the nation's darling. But no one knew that beneath her stage costume hid a body more debauched than anyone's. Her late-night anonymous posts dripped with vulgar desires: she longed to be tied up, to be violently possessed, to be utterly controlled. After a concert, she lost consciousness in the van. When she opened her eyes again, the spotlight had been replaced by the dim glow of a chandelier in an underground chamber. The roar of the crowd had turned into the gentle murmur of a man's voice. A collar, a gag, a latex suit, a dog's tail... one by one, he dismantled this national sweetheart, this idol of first love, and trained her into his own, a bitch who knelt at his feet, wagging her tail.

The mightiest paladin of the Holy Light Continent now kneels on all fours in the demon king's castle pastures, a holy silver bridle biting into her lips, drool ceaselessly dripping from the bit. Once a hero who set out to slay the demon king, she is now livestock, numbered 001 in the pasture, tethered in her pen, listening to the gentle broadcast of the ranch detailing her milk yield, her orgasm count, and her ever-weakening knees. She denies it, but her holy brand resonates wildly under the restraints—her body far more honest than her will. The church trained her to be a shield, but the demon king intends to cultivate her into a fruit with his own hands. Will she willingly lower her head and eat the feed from his palm? The entire process of the Continent's Shield becoming a Holy Dairy Cow, starting from the very first rein.

Summoning her courage for the first time, she ventured out wearing her school uniform, but beneath it, she was adorned with restraints. Her skirt concealed a vibrator, and she yearned to be caught. Then, a gentle, older man saw through her at a glance, noticing the unusual bulge beneath her skirt. With a soft word, he half-coaxed, half-dragged her into the old house with its hidden basement. Day and night, he used her, cherished her, and trained her. She cried, she tried to escape, she even waited for the police – but in the moment he caressed her head, she personally shut the door to her salvation. Two years later, she lay at his feet, wagging her tail as she basked in the sun. On the wall hung a photograph from before she entered the house, with a small inscription beneath it: "A University's Campus Belle, now a Treasured Possession."

She, Shen Ruolan—the youngest Special Investigator in the history of the Void Watch, cold, stunning, and arrogant, her long legs clad in black silk had made countless criminals yearn for her. When she confidently stepped into the legendary "Eternal Blossom Pavilion," believing herself to be the hunter, the gardener's gentle, light green eyes had already locked onto her as the next flower to bloom in lust. A cup of floral tea, her magic lost; a binding spirit vine, her hands tied behind her back, her private parts, encased in black silk, were forced to be exposed before a stranger for the first time. From then on, a deep purple, full-body latex suit sculpted her every curve into a decadent work of art. A gag silenced her curses, but not the saliva that flowed from the corners of her mouth in humiliation; a breast pump drew out her milk, a dog's tail was stuffed into her rear, and the shameful M-spread position in front of the mirror reflected her increasingly dazed eyes. From flower to butterfly, from bitch to flesh-press, from latex doll to living dairy cow—when the Void Watch finally found her, this living furniture, transformed and numbered F-03 in the Pavilion's alcove...

She was the continent's youngest S-class succubus, her amber eyes capable of bringing any man to his knees. Her G-cup snow-white breasts and long, black-stockinged legs were her proudest assets. Until she stepped into that living, ancient labyrinth. The floor silently collapsed, aphrodisiac mist flooded her nostrils, and magical chains surged from the four walls, binding her fiery body into the most shameful of poses—the proud succubus became the labyrinth's prisoner. The labyrinth's guardian spirit, Eros, gently informed her: she would become the most dazzling exhibit in the "Eternal Gallery." Her hands were fused into a shapeless mass by latex, rendering her unable to cast spells. Her legs were molded into a smooth mermaid's tail, only capable of futile wriggles. A black, full-body latex shell tightly encased every inch of her curves, leaving

She was the noble queen who had ruled the elves in the Emerald Forest for three hundred years, her silver hair like moonlight, her form like a painting, her pair of emerald eyes never lowered to anyone. She thought she had entered the dark elves' territory for peace negotiations, but she didn't know—the dark elf queen, Vira, had been coveting her perfect body for more than a day or two. When the magical trap snapped shut, when the magic-repelling chains bound her limbs, when the cold black latex slithered over every inch of her fair skin like a living thing… The once unattainable Queen shed tears of humiliation for the first time in her cage. But this was only the beginning. Encased entirely in latex, trained like a K9 bitch, displayed and auctioned as a living art piece in public, played with until she lost control of her bladder and climaxed under the gaze of thousands… The most terrifying thing was that her body began to betray her will—every time Vira spoke the most shameful words in a gentle tone, every time the gem on her collar released a reward current, her untouched private parts would uncontrollably…

Su Wanqing, 26, is widely recognized in the art world as an ice queen—tall and slender, with a pair of black-stockinged legs that make countless men drool. Yet, she is aloof, arrogant, and sharp-tongued. As she stepped into the mysterious "Obsidian Gallery," she was unaware she was walking into a lustful dream from which she would never awaken. Those lifelike "latex sculptures" in the display cases—breasts subtly rising and falling beneath the latex, a honeyed slit peeking from between M-spread legs, a kneeling posture with a thick dildo gag stuffed into the mouth.

She was once the youngest Silver-tier Paladin of the Holy See, with silver-white hair, sky-blue eyes, and snow-white, enormous breasts, so pure she had never even masturbated—until she ventured alone into the demon king's castle, abandoned for a century. That shimmering black demonic armor was no relic, but a self-aware parasitic life form left by the demon king. The moment her fingertips touched it, countless hair-thin latex tendrils snaked up her arm. Her breastplate was torn open from the inside, her two mounds of snow-white, enormous breasts bouncing free into the cold air, only to be tightly encased by the black latex, outlining lewd curves. The demonic armor gently enveloped her entire body, turning her into a smooth, black plaything, whispering in her ear, "Goodnight, my new pet." From training to crawl like a K9 bitch, to the extraction of holy light through all three orifices, to the F-cup lactation modification...

She was once the most daring undercover streamer on the internet, using her sweet doll face and a pair of eye-catching 34E breasts to expose seventeen underground illegal operations. But this time, the fan tip she received was a trap tailor-made for her. When she confidently pushed open that door, what awaited her was not an exclusive scoop, but a restraint chair with her legs spread in an M-shape, a smart gag stuffed into her mouth, and a gentle pronouncement – "Welcome to work number eighteen