Sakuragaku Women's College

"Excuse me," Sakurako said, threading a rope between Tou's legs. A tension spread between Tou's thighs, her body first trembling, then a wave of numbness washing over her. "Haa..." Tou exhaled a long breath, a touch of color returning to her pale face. Sakurako wrapped the rope twice around Tou's slender waist, a waist that Sakurako, a clumsy country woman, envied. As Sakurako completed the final step, Tou shifted her hips slightly, and another wave of that addictive, tingling sensation coursed through her. "Lady Sakurako is truly a genius. You've bound me perfectly on your first try," Tou said, a faint smile on her flushed face as sweat dripped from her delicate features onto the tatami. "Now for the final step. Please take the stockings from the floor." Sakurako turned and picked up the long foot covers from the ground, then looked at Tou. "That's right, these are stockings. They're very suitable for women to wear, but in my opinion, they're also quite good for binding." Sakurako nodded in agreement, though she couldn't understand where else Tou needed to be bound. Tou saw Sakurako's confusion and simply smiled, shaking her head. "You're quite dense when it comes to these things. It's your mouth, your mouth! Please roll one up and stuff it into my mouth, then use the other to cover my nose and mouth. That's how it's truly completed." Tou chuckled and continued, "Of course, this is just my personal preference, not a part of the rope art itself. Please don't mind it." Although Sakurako didn't understand, she deeply respected her bound opponent. "I understand," Sakurako said, rolling up one stocking and stuffing it into Tou's mouth. Tou's saliva-filled mouth was packed full with the soft, large bundle of stocking. Tou's tongue busily pushed and nudged the stocking ball. Sakurako used the remaining stocking to cover Tou's nose and mouth, tying it tightly behind Tou's head, preventing her from spitting out the stocking ball. Tou relaxed with satisfaction, slumping onto the tatami, her eyes closed as she let out soft whimpers. Sakurako watched Tou, lying on the floor, occasionally letting out "nn ah" sounds and wriggling her hips, and felt a strange sensation in her heart. At that moment, the Daimyo's applause echoed. He spoke to Sakurako, "Beautiful! Truly astonishing! To subdue the successor of my capture art is worthy of Lady Sakurako!" The Owari Daimyo laughed heartily, ordered his servants to withdraw, then stood up to leave. The attendant beside him rose to escort the Daimyo, and said indifferently to Sakurako, who was kneeling beside Tou, "I will honor our bet. Please rest today." With that, the large room was left with only Tou, struggling slightly on the floor, and Sakurako, silent. As Tou tried to struggle with her eyes closed, Sakurako picked up another stocking from the floor and covered Tou's eyes. Tou flinched in surprise, then whimpered nervously. Sakurako leaned down and whispered into Tou's ear, "Even a country woman can have her charms." She then kissed Tou's cheek. Tou's already flushed face instantly heated up, becoming red and burning. Sakurako then bowed deeply to Tou. "That was a splendid battle. Thank you for teaching me so much. Now, please enjoy yourself." Tou wanted to say something after hearing this, but could only make muffled sounds. She tried to struggle, and the rope between her legs stimulated her sensitive body. Hearing the receding footsteps, Tou deflated. "I've completely lost to this woman," Tou thought, unconsciously clenching her legs and struggling against her bonds. "Alright! Lady Sakurako, I accept this bet! Please, the two of you, begin at once!" Sakurako's hand grabbed the rope at her waist, pulling out a length and holding it in her hand. The beautiful woman sitting opposite her, unhurriedly, took out a bundle of fine red rope and several silky foot covers from her bosom. However, these were much longer than foot covers; if worn fully, they would likely cover the entire thigh. She placed them before Hiromi Sakurako, a smile on her lips. "My name is Owari Tou. Lady Sakurako, please guide me." The Daimyo behind them laughed playfully and said loudly, "Tou, speak your true name. This is the power granted to you by the Daimyo." The Owari Daimyo's malicious intent shocked the attendant beside him. Owari Tou smiled sweetly. "Since Lord Owari has said so, Lady Sakurako, please allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Senbon Tou." Senbon Tou bowed her head to Hiromi Sakurako. "Please guide me." Hiromi Sakurako looked calmly at Senbon Tou, who was bowing before her, and solemnly bowed back. "I am Hiromi Sakurako. Please guide me." As Sakurako bowed her head, Senbon Tou snatched the red rope from the tatami and attacked Sakurako. Sakurako pushed off the tatami with her feet, propelling herself forward. The rope end in her right hand circled Senbon Tou's left wrist. Senbon Tou pressed Sakurako's back with her right elbow, grabbed Sakurako's right wrist with her right hand, and twisted forcefully. Senbon Tou had a decisive advantage. Sakurako cried out in pain, pinned beneath her opponent. She pulled all the ropes from her waist with her left hand, wrapping them around Senbon Tou's arm pressing on her back, and yanked forward. Senbon Tou lost her balance, but also used the momentum to lift the rope wrapped around Sakurako's right wrist. Sakurako cried out in pain but endured the agony of the unnatural angle. She forcefully pushed with her left foot, twisting her entire body to the right. Tou and Sakurako rolled on the tatami. At this moment, Tou was pinned beneath Sakurako. Although Tou was a bit dazed by the sudden collision, she didn't loosen her grip on the red rope. Sakurako tried to turn and stand up to her right, but her legs were clamped tightly by Tou, preventing her from rising. Tou tried to continue applying pressure to Sakurako's wrist by lifting the red rope, while Sakurako also strained to pull the rope end in her left hand, tugging at Tou's right arm. As they were locked in a stalemate, Tou broke the deadlock. She rolled to the ground, pinning Sakurako beneath her again. Now Tou had the absolute advantage. Sakurako's strength was insufficient to continue exerting such force in this opposing direction. In this absolute disadvantage, as Sakurako wrestled with Tou, a very unpleasant cramping sensation spread through her left hand. It seemed the victory was decided! "Lady Sakurako, you are indeed capable, but not yet skilled enough!" Senbon Tou, shedding her earlier elegant demeanor, smiled ferociously. Sakurako, panting, released the rope in her left hand and pushed off the ground, rolling again! This time, Tou didn't let Sakurako succeed and rolled back over. Instead, they ended up lying side-by-side on the tatami, their hair soaked with sweat. Sakurako grabbed Tou's slender right wrist with her left hand, and Tou reacted swiftly, her left hand attempting to grab Sakurako's left wrist, but Sakurako's elbow forcefully pushed it away, preventing her from immediately grasping Sakurako's left wrist. Sakurako seized this opening, tightening her grip with her left hand. Tou's right hand, which had been holding the rope tightly, suddenly lost its tension. Sakurako quickly pulled her right hand from behind her back, grabbed the rope binding her right hand, and with a swift roll, they were face-to-face. Sakurako's calm face was now opposite Tou's demonic expression. Tou finally managed to grab Sakurako's left wrist, and still tried to exert force by pulling with her right hand. This was exactly what Sakurako intended. Sakurako twisted her left wrist, instead grasping Tou's left hand. She lifted her right wrist upwards. Tou still had a length of red rope in her hand, and Sakurako used this to quickly wrap it around Tou's wrists, binding her hands together! "I never expected this country woman to have such skill!" The attendant watching from the side was shocked by Sakurako's technique. Although the attendant disliked Sakurako's disrespect towards the Daimyo, having grown up in a local dojo, he deeply admired strength, even if it was from a country woman. "Excuse me, Lady Tou," Sakurako said, pushing over Tou, who was lying on her side on the tatami, and straddling her. Tou's face grew increasingly ferocious. Her wrists were now bound, and Sakurako was straddling her waist. If she didn't find a solution soon, she would surely lose. Tou suddenly sat up and slammed her forehead into Sakurako's head. Victory or defeat hinged on this moment! Sakurako's forehead took the heavy blow, and she immediately felt dizzy and involuntarily fell backward. At the last moment before falling, Sakurako forcefully bent her knees and leaped backward, shaking the thin rope in her hand, putting a little distance between herself and Tou lying on the floor. Sakurako lay on the tatami, disoriented, while Tou stood up. Seizing the opportunity, she ignored the restraints on her wrists and lunged towards Sakurako with the long foot covers from the tatami. However, the red rope Sakurako had been shaking had scattered on the floor. Tou tripped over the rope, her ankles becoming entangled. She consequently crashed into Sakurako's stomach, which also jolted Sakurako back to consciousness. Tou tried to use the long foot covers to bind Sakurako, but Sakurako dodged to Tou's side and tightened the rope around Tou's ankles, securing it. Tou was now facing away, her wrists struggling to exert force, but she felt her legs and hands tighten. Sakurako used the long foot covers scattered on the floor, wrapping them around the knots at her wrists and ankles, tightening and securing them. Tou was forced into a rigid, hunched posture, like a drawn bow, unable to move. "Haa, this is the 'Four Horses Treading Hooves' technique. My unpromising younger brother taught it to me. Lady Tou, you have a wonderful toy. I wish I had one too." Sakurako clapped her hands, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then knelt, bowing deeply to Tou, who was forced to hold her head up. Tou's ferocious expression turned to one of helplessness. "You win, Lady Sakurako. But I hope you will continue." Sakurako looked up in confusion at the immobilized beautiful woman before her. Tou panted, her eyes hazy as she looked at Sakurako. "In the end, you're still just a country woman. Not much flair." Sakurako was accustomed to such taunts. "Please take a thin rope." Sakurako picked up a thin rope from the floor. "Please thread that rope between my legs, then wrap it around my waist twice, and finally tie a knot to secure it." Sakurako heard this and was somewhat surprised, her calm face flushing slightly. She didn't understand what this city woman was saying. "Please do as I say. This is also for the dignity of a capture artist, no, a rope artist." "Rope art, hmm." Sakurako said faintly. Tou had spoken this far, and Sakurako naturally had no reason not to comply. "Excuse me," Sakurako said, threading a rope between Tou's legs. A tension spread between Tou's thighs, her body first trembling, then a wave of numbness washing over her. "Haa..." Tou exhaled a long breath, a touch of color returning to her pale face. Sakurako wrapped the rope twice around Tou's slender waist, a waist that Sakurako, a clumsy country woman, envied. As Sakurako completed the final step, Tou shifted her hips slightly, and another wave of that addictive, tingling sensation coursed through her. "Lady Sakurako is truly a genius. You've bound me perfectly on your first try," Tou said, a faint smile on her flushed face as sweat dripped from her delicate features onto the tatami. "Now for the final step. Please take the stockings from the floor." Sakurako turned and picked up the long foot covers from the ground, then looked at Tou. "That's right, these are stockings. They're very suitable for women to wear, but in my opinion, they're also quite good for binding." Sakurako nodded in agreement, though she couldn't understand where else Tou needed to be bound. Tou saw Sakurako's confusion and simply smiled, shaking her head. "You're quite dense when it comes to these things. It's your mouth, your mouth! Please roll one up and stuff it into my mouth, then use the other to cover my nose and mouth. That's how it's truly completed." Tou chuckled and continued, "Of course, this is just my personal preference, not a part of the rope art itself. Please don't mind it." Although Sakurako didn't understand, she deeply respected her bound opponent. "I understand," Sakurako said, rolling up one stocking and stuffing it into Tou's mouth. Tou's saliva-filled mouth was packed full with the soft, large bundle of stocking. Tou's tongue busily pushed and nudged the stocking ball. Sakurako used the remaining stocking to cover Tou's nose and mouth, tying it tightly behind Tou's head, preventing her from spitting out the stocking ball. Tou relaxed with satisfaction, slumping onto the tatami, her eyes closed as she let out soft whimpers. Sakurako watched Tou, lying on the floor, occasionally letting out "nn ah" sounds and wriggling her hips, and felt a strange sensation in her heart. At that moment, the Daimyo's applause echoed. He spoke to Sakurako, "Beautiful! Truly astonishing! To subdue the successor of my capture art is worthy of Lady Sakurako!" The Owari Daimyo laughed heartily, ordered his servants to withdraw, then stood up to leave. The attendant beside him rose to escort the Daimyo, and said indifferently to Sakurako, who was kneeling beside Tou, "I will honor our bet. Please rest today." With that, the large room was left with only Tou, struggling slightly on the floor, and Sakurako, silent. As Tou tried to struggle with her eyes closed, Sakurako picked up another stocking from the floor and covered Tou's eyes. Tou flinched in surprise, then whimpered nervously. Sakurako leaned down and whispered into Tou's ear, "Even a country woman can have her charms." She then kissed Tou's cheek. Tou's already flushed face instantly heated up, becoming red and burning. Sakurako then bowed deeply to Tou. "That was a splendid battle. Thank you for teaching me so much. Now, please enjoy yourself." Tou wanted to say something after hearing this, but could only make muffled sounds. She tried to struggle, and the rope between her legs stimulated her sensitive body. Hearing the receding footsteps, Tou deflated. "I've completely lost to this woman," Tou thought, unconsciously clenching her legs and struggling against her bonds. "I still need to improve," Tou thought, her body moving as she tried to struggle free from this binding she had never encountered before. Tou swayed her alluring body, wrestling with the ropes. The stocking ball in her mouth, saturated with Tou's saliva, made her whimper under the stimulation of the crotch rope. The stocking covering her mouth was also wet with Tou's saliva-filled lips, and her body was slick with sweat, glistening with perspiration. Tou strained her hands, her body tensing, then, due to the pleasure brought by the binding, her muscles relaxed. Her skin became incredibly sensitive; even the sensation of the rope pressing tightly against her skin brought her immense pleasure.