By day, she was the unattainable moonbeam cherished by every boy in school, academically brilliant, coolly melancholic, the "Morning Ning" he felt compelled to protect with all his might. By night, she was the little devil who infiltrated his bedroom, teasing him relentlessly with provocative words and fiery passion, the "Evening Ning" who only craved his harsh "punishment." Shuozhou believed he could forever guard that purity, until his late-night secret, known only as "Shuozhou," was discovered by Evening Ning—the artist who crafted forbidden aesthetics with rope and leather on Pixiv, cornered by the very girl he wished to protect, with the sweetest of voices. "You insignificant old man, tonight, what 'naughty' toys will you use to punish me?" When the giant of theory is forced to become the dwarf of practice, when clumsy bondage transforms into exquisite art, when the hum of a new toy echoes in the silent room…

Have you heard about our class president? Beautiful and powerful, the only S-class. Yeah, but I didn't expect we'd have an "overlord" of E-class in our class too! What? E-class! There's really someone who can't even beat a slime? "Xiao'er, give me a kiss, then quickly help me take down this A-class Tyrannosaurus," "No?" I smiled and raised the remote control in my hand... "Master, I know I was wrong, sob sob!" Hmph! One day, I'll use all these strange and bizarre props on you.

In a Western fantasy setting, focusing on complete restraint, bondage, and training. As the loyal female knight order fell into captivity, Riho Reixi had to disguise herself as a fragile female slave and infiltrate the heart of the dark trade to rescue her comrades. In the intertwining currents of desire and power, the defenses of her dual personalities are being eroded day by day. When majesty is worn away by lust, when innocence plunges into depravity, will this imperial princess, standing at the divide between light and darkness, become the empire's guardian deity, or will she be reduced to a sacrifice imprisoned by conspirators?

The Tale of Ropes, Discipline, and Asceticism