The amateur kidnapper had envisioned a classic scenario: a terrified hostage, a desperate ransom demand, and the cold, calculated thrill of control. Instead, he found himself trapped in a room with a girl who looked like she belonged in a middle school classroom, yet possessed the predatory gaze of a seasoned dominatrix. She didn’t scream when he shoved her into the chair; she simply adjusted her skirt, her eyes tracing the trembling of his hands with a mixture of amusement and pity. When he fumbled with the ropes, his knots loose and clumsy, she sighed—a sound of pure, unadulterated boredom. "You're doing it all wrong," she murmured, her voice a

Arriving at the school gates, a steady stream of students was already filing inside. While the freshmen were left to their own devices, the female students of all other years were ushered into a designated room. Upon exiting, they were uniformly bound, with each grade level assigned a specific style of restraint. The freshmen remained untouched, but the sophomores were now subjected to standard *shibari* rope-binding—though this was merely the baseline; those who wished to add extra flourishes to their restraints were free to request them. The juniors were outfitted in a combination of *kikkō* (tortoise-shell) patterns and traditional Japanese-style bondage. As for the seniors, their plight was the most severe: they were forced into the *ushiro-te kannon* (arms bound behind the back in a prayer-like pose), encased in intricate *kikkō* ropework, their knees tightly cinched, shackled at the ankles, and finished with heavy iron collars.

I have been transported to the Age of Bondage—an era where constriction is not merely accepted, but celebrated; where the art of the binding is the ultimate standard of beauty, and the tightest of restraints define the height of fashion.

This is a story between a mute protagonist and a number of female protagonists after the end of the world. Originally, girls are naturally weaker than boys in terms of physical strength, if they are handcuffed with both hands, or back cuffed, then she will really have no power to resist at all. "Whatever, the big deal is to be a slave, it's not like I haven't YYed myself!" Su Miao was also ruthless, and then closed the bayonet, handcuffed both hands, she felt that her heart was already about to jump out of her throat, after all, it was her first time to use handcuffs in front of outsiders.