Former infiltration program of the Sage of Light

In the Forests of Granada, three months have passed since the former Saintess, Estelle, was captured by Gilongne, the strategist under Apophis, the right-hand general of the Demon King's army, known as the "Cosmic Strategist." Now, Estelle has been ravaged by the Four Super Beasts, much like this forest was destroyed by the Magma Demon King and the Giras brothers. Estelle *uraka* SISO drimea * Sancho * Fernando * Alfonso, the second princess of Castile, a powerful kingdom on the Iberian Peninsula, was the former Saintess (the current Saintess is Joan of Arc of France). Three months ago, during the Battle of Murcia, she was unfortunately tricked into the underground by Gilongne and captured after her forces were defeated. At this moment, Estelle's clothes are torn to shreds, her exposed flesh marked red and white by the ropes, bulging and tight. Her fair skin is like freshly made sausage, plump and yielding, with only a few tattered remnants of silk clinging to her sticky thighs. Her pale skin is covered in bloody whip marks and scratches. Her high, plump, and soft snow-white buttocks are fully exposed to the air, swaying gently, appearing exceptionally alluring against the tattered black silk. Her swollen, everted, and torn front and back garden openings involuntarily pulsed, continuously oozing thick white fluid. Her snow-silver long hair is matted with sticky, yellowish paste and large chunks of dark yellow debris, looking like a dry, dung-smeared broom. It has clumped together with the dried yellow masses on her face. Her delicate face is almost entirely covered by a thick, mud-like layer of yellowish-white solidified matter, obscuring the flush beneath. Small amounts of sticky fluid occasionally flake off like whitewash. A stalactite of yellowish-white solidified matter hangs from her chin. Her Persian cat-like blue-gold eyes are filled with viscous fluid, making her original eye color almost indistinguishable. A heavy steel gag is locked around her neck, and a gag of an unidentifiable color covers her mouth. Her arms are bound straight behind her back and tied together. Her already round breasts are further constricted at the root and middle by ropes, making them swell into a gourd-like shape. Her legs are also bound together from top to bottom. Ropes run from her wrists up and over a dead tree branch. Her legs, bound together, hang naturally downwards, pulled straight by a rope attached to her ankles, the other end secured to an iron ring on the ground. Her body is stretched taut, her elbows raised high, and her torso leans forward. Her high, round, fleshy buttocks practically beckon to be enjoyed. However, even after enduring such torment, the defiance in Estelle's eyes has not diminished; it has intensified with murderous intent—even as her body overflows with lust, her mouth cries out with pleasure, and her flesh melts like soft cheese. Through the murky fluid, a murderous intent prickles the back. "Croak! How boring! I've had enough!! Strategist, look, this woman doesn't even scream. It's no fun anymore!" the missile super-beast Belaukon said dejectedly to Gilongne, who was idly yawning beside him.

Seeing Estelle's complete lack of interest in the white dress, Yamanaka promptly stifled his enthusiastic introduction and directly pulled out a pair of white boot socks from the box. The upper part of these boot socks was as light and elastic as white silk, with a long shaft estimated to reach mid-thigh. The boot opening was trimmed with a circle of bright gold metal, and a ring of upward-pointing golden sword-shaped leaves gleamed. Golden threads ran down the shaft, merging with the golden frosted sole edge. A 12-centimeter golden metal stiletto heel lifted the heel of the sole almost vertically. A bright golden cornflower adorned the vamp, shining brilliantly. "These boot socks also have tentacles inside." Seeing Estelle's utter indifference, Yamanaka swallowed and reached into the box, fumbling for the main event—a bundle of bright golden ropes, which he sheepishly presented. "These are basically the accessories the Saintess needs to wear. Next are the restraints to limit your movement." Chapter 4 "This bundle of ropes is, in short, for binding you so you can't break free. And these ropes are also connected to other accessories—this! This cylindrical restraint glove is for binding your hands together. And... wait, the order is wrong. First, you need to hold this silver rod with both hands, it will... no. Then there are these elbow cuffs. After binding the silver rod, cuffs, and ropes, then put on this cylindrical restraint glove, and then pull your arms upwards and use this to wrap both your upper and lower arms, and then add these various cuffs and shackles, including some that will be fastened to your legs. This completes all the restraints on your arms." Seeing Estelle's grim expression, Yamanaka accelerated his speech, not daring to pause, even stumbling over his words. It wasn't until Estelle's gaze lingered on the bandages that he could finally catch his breath. First, a thin rope gleaming with bright gold, with a slightly frosted texture. Second, a short silver rod resembling a bud, with finger grooves indented on it, and fine pinprick-sized holes next to the grooves. Then, a roll of pure white wide bandages, a pair of polished bright silver small chain cuffs, and an outer white cylindrical restraint glove with gold patterns. The bright silver leather straps were incredibly shiny. In addition, there was a large batch of silver cuffs, steel rods, chains, and other accessories that were presumably for restraining all parts of the body. Estelle's attention was primarily on the roll of bandages—inscribed with some runes and Latin incantations, which she guessed might have some effect, but for her, it made little difference whether they were present or not. "Next is the restraint for the face. First, this jaw spreader." Seeing a hint of curiosity in Estelle's eyes, Yamanaka couldn't help but start explaining. "This is the masterpiece of the 'Vertical Saw'. Modified by the craftsman, its main function is to open or close the upper and lower planes by turning the gears on both sides. If it continues to open indefinitely, it will tear the face apart. And the flesh fans inside will activate a large number of tentacles..." "...Then, I'll continue..." Seeing that Estelle seemed to have no reaction, Yamanaka mustered his courage and grabbed Estelle's two forearms—her slightly fleshy forearms were as white as lambskin, soft and smooth to the touch. Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Yamanaka began to wrap the rope from the end of her forearm, just above her wrist. The same figure-eight pattern, two loops horizontally and three loops vertically, tightened into a secure binding that extended upwards from the end of her forearm. By the time it reached her elbow, it had been wrapped four times. The layers of tightened rope gradually closed the slight gap in her forearm, until the elbow loop was also forcibly tightened. The elbow, unable to bear the strain, could no longer coordinate the vertical forearm and the fully bent upper arm, and with a crack, it dislocated, folding back like a broken matchstick. Although Estelle managed to keep her upper and lower arms attached by her fighting spirit, the dislocation of both joints in this manner severely hampered her ability to fight. As Yamanaka pulled the rope from the knot on her forearm, looped it around her neck, and then threaded it back through her shoulders to tie her upper arms with three horizontal ropes, her upper body was forced into a backward-leaning posture due to her upper arms being bent inwards to their maximum extent. Her already proud chest was further pushed forward and displayed, as if it could burst through the support of her wings at any moment. "..." Estelle tried to move her arms, but even her upper arms were difficult to loosen, let alone her forearms and wrists, which were tightly bound. Her entire arms were sore and uncomfortable from the binding. However, the restraint on her hands was not yet over. Yamanaka picked up a small, peanut-shaped, parallel bright silver cuff and fastened it to the center of Estelle's elbow joint. Once tightened, her left and right elbow joints had no chance of separating further. Seeing Estelle's silence, Yamanaka then picked up the roll of white tape. He took Estelle's arms, which were already bound together by steel wire and rope, and began to wrap the tape around her fingers, layer by layer, like carefully wrapping a Christmas gift, encasing her jade hands from fingers to elbows into a cocoon-like shape. The layers of tape completely covered everything. He then picked up the white cylindrical restraint glove and slid it onto Estelle's hands, which were wrapped into a bundle, starting from her fingers and moving upwards. Due to the layer of smooth tape, the restraint glove slid onto her arm effortlessly, until it completely engulfed her elbow joint. It was then tightened at the opening and secured with a ring lock. The two straps at the opening were then pulled up to her shoulders and fastened tightly to ensure it wouldn't come off. Finally, five horizontal gold-patterned leather straps were attached to the single glove and locked into place. Her arms were now completely bound together as one, with no space for separation. This was not the end. Yamanaka rotated the gears on the elbow joint through the restraint glove. As the gears turned, they suddenly activated, lifting Estelle's forearm upwards towards her back! "Tsk!" Estelle was caught off guard. By the time she reacted, the gears had already forced her forearm to bend sharply backwards, pressing it tightly against her spine. Due to the bronze umbrella handle, her hand rested perfectly against the inner wall of the handle, a truly exquisite position! Estelle had no choice but to circulate her fighting spirit again to reset her dislocated elbow joints. However, these two dislocations were enough to render her arms largely useless in combat. But it wasn't over yet. Yamanaka rummaged through the pile of restraints and found a cross-shaped steel frame. He disassembled it and then reassembled it around the bronze umbrella handle. The four steel rods, arranged horizontally and vertically, fit snugly into the four inner grooves of the umbrella handle, locking it firmly in place. The entire cross-shaped frame was tilted, front, back, top, and bottom, perfectly mirroring the angle of Estelle's arms. Yamanaka pressed on Estelle's shoulders, pulling her slightly to adjust her position. He then positioned her nape directly on the second horizontal steel rod, with her left and right sides of her neck held between the second and third vertical steel rods. The first horizontal steel rod was then placed directly against her throat and yanked inwards with a sharp tug! With a clear click of metal clasps falling into place, Estelle's neck was firmly encircled by the four steel rods, rendering her unable to move. She frowned deeply, but before she could think further, she felt something pressing against her fists, followed by another click of metal clasps—her fists were also firmly secured by the third horizontal, fourth horizontal, second vertical, and third vertical steel rods. Then came the clinking of metal slots and chains colliding. A chill tightened on her upper arm, and it was suddenly pulled upwards. Yamanaka had attached the first and fourth vertical steel rods, then picked up two sets of cuffs, one end fastened to the middle of her upper arm, and the other end lifted and attached to the first and fourth vertical steel rods respectively! At this moment, Estelle's entire arms were broken and unable to exert force, bent to their limit and immobile. In reality, her arms had lost any possibility of struggle. Furthermore, due to the near-tearing angle at which her shoulder blades were bent, her arms felt nothing but a faint sensation. Estelle's expression turned grim. The restraint method specified by the Demon King was truly vicious, but at this moment, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure.

Yama then picked up the last thin rope from the box. He first tied one end of the rope to the left thigh rope at his waist, then pulled the rope around Estelle's abdomen, which was already bulging with soft flesh from the multiple diamond-shaped restraints, five times before looping it back to the front and tying it off parallel to the right thigh rope. He forcibly tightened the already narrow waist further before pulling the rope downwards. He first looped it around Estelle's left thigh root once and tied it, then fed the rope into the horizontal groove of the base of the pole in front of the garden. He then looped it around the right thigh root once, tightening the flesh on her legs to bulge up and down along the rope. He then reversed the pattern into an infinity shape, looping around each leg once more, before wrapping it around her legs, which were already twisted together, twice and tightening it. He then added a vertical loop to complete the strangulation. From the thigh root downwards, he repeated the process. The golden ropes continuously tightened around Estelle's legs, from the thigh root to the knees, then to the calves, and finally to the ankles. Ten sets of extreme golden ropes sank deep into Estelle's soft, bouncy, white-stockinged legs, dividing her flesh into ten sections that were as soft and yielding as rice leaking from a zongzi leaf. Although the leg bindings lacked the complex, reciprocating movements of those on her chest and abdomen, the sufficiently tight pressure had pressed her leg bones almost together, making separation impossible. The fine golden ropes were like delicate embroidery threads. If not for the uneven, sculpted shape of her legs made more prominent by the bindings, these fine ropes would have appeared as harmonious golden trim on white silk. Looking at the outline of her bright red, wet crotch beneath the completely soaked white stockings, made even more prominent by the golden ropes, Yama took two deep breaths to steady himself. He then wrapped the excess rope ends downwards, securing them with several more loops around the groove between the heel and sole of her converged boot stockings and the upper part of the boots, ensuring Estelle couldn't even move her feet before tying a death knot. This made the soft soles of the boot stockings press even tighter against Estelle's silken feet, and the slippery round objects were pressed against her toes with no room to spare. "The ropes are done. Next are these chains and shackles," Yama wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead and then took out a pile of shiny silver shackles and steel yokes from the box. He first took out a steel yoke plate with two holes of different sizes. He attached the larger hole below Estelle's peaks and precisely aligned the smaller hole with a groove on the umbrella handle. The steel surfaces, with almost no gap, were joined, making any vertical movement impossible. This forced Estelle's upper body to press tightly against the umbrella handle, preventing any up-and-down movement, and even rotation was extremely difficult. Especially after another identical steel yoke was placed around her abdomen, her upper body from neck to stomach was not only tightened to the extreme but also rendered immobile, like a test tube on a rack. She could only move by unlocking the knobs or yokes. Compared to her upper body, which was completely immobilized, the restraints on her lower body seemed relatively casual. Ten pairs of crystal-clear, shiny silver shackles corresponded to the rope loops, further tightening her legs. However, the corresponding grooves on the other side of the shackles were like a flute, with empty grooves at intervals. This allowed her legs to move slightly, bending and extending with the chains. But with her upper body completely immobile, what could her bound legs do? Estelle tried to lift her leg. She could bend and lift her leg to the point where the iron plate below was completely lifted and flat, but this had no special effect. Instead, the boot stockings, having lost their support, naturally slid back to their original 16cm height. As she pondered the purpose of this arrangement, she heard a metallic clink around her neck, followed by a cold sensation – she had clearly been fitted with a metal collar. "Saintess, please open your mouth. I need to insert this gag into your mouth," Yama straightened up, looking at Estelle's body, which was sculpted by the ropes, steel yokes, and chains, and felt a sense of accomplishment. He then held up the gag and asked for permission. "..." Estelle silently opened her mouth. For her, there was nothing to explain or add. Mental communication was also convenient. As for the function of her mouth for eating, Estelle didn't think the Demon King would be foolish enough to starve her. The gag was shaped like a set of false teeth. Estelle's teeth naturally bit into the uneven metal surfaces of the upper and lower iron rings, fitting as if custom-made for her teeth, comfortable and snug. The upper and lower soft surfaces naturally adhered to the roof of her mouth and the bottom of her tongue. Placing her tongue on the soft surface, the slippery, moist, and cold sensation, like touching pieces of pudding, was unpleasant. Especially after Yama adjusted the gears, the feeling of her mouth being naturally propped open at a thirty-degree angle, unable to close, was even more unbearable, as if she were waiting to be entered and enjoyed! Fortunately, Yama took out a white spherical sponge. He pulled the four corners of the sponge apart and fitted them into the four fixing bolts of the gag. The expanded sponge naturally and perfectly sealed the gap of Estelle's upturned lips, making her look as if she had a ball stuffed in her mouth – assuming one ignored the metal ring around her upper and lower jaws. The veil served that purpose. The semi-transparent golden veil, starting from the bridge of her nose, wrapped around and covered Estelle's forcibly widened lips, extending down to her chin. The metal ring inside was much less noticeable under the same colored veil, and it looked quite pleasing to the eye. "Saintess, the restraints are complete. What do you think next..." Yama got out of the carriage and bowed his head to ask for instructions. "..." Estelle glanced at Yama and Masalius beside him. Seeing that the restraint devices on her body showed no unusual activity, she remained silent. She simply severed the mental connection to the light crystal she had placed in the tent earlier. Instantly, the light elements in the uncontrolled light crystal naturally sought to return to the elemental realm. The massive amount of light elements triggered a dazzling radiance, as if a piece of magnesium was burning. Upon seeing the dazzling light, Zetaliel immediately led a group of knights. They knew what Estelle was about to do and could not stop her will. The only thing they could do was to confirm whether Estelle could break free from her restraints and carry out her assassination plan. If there were no problems, then it would be Estelle's solo journey.

Yamanaka forced his restless thoughts into a semblance of calm. Taking a few deep breaths, he picked up the rope again. Just as he was about to begin binding, he noticed Estelle had curled up at some point. A closer look revealed a startling change on her limbs. Through the damp white silk gloves and boot covers, he first saw the exquisite golden nail art adorning her feet, and a circle of gold thread around the tip of each toe. These golden threads, like manacles, subtly indented her skin. On the instep, ten golden lines formed vibrant floral crests, and where they met, they depicted dynamic swirling clouds. Finally, the ten lines converged on a golden band around her ankle, then traced elegant orchid patterns up her calves, encircling them before joining a golden band at her thighs, parallel to the boot covers. The intricate golden patterns were directly branded onto Estelle's tightly pressed legs, making them appear as if bound by golden orchids and chrysanthemums, unable to move. Furthermore, the golden threads on the tips of her two ring toes were each inlaid with a touch of diamond brilliance, a wickedly playful detail, as if to suggest she perform rituals with her feet instead of her hands. The golden lines didn't stop at the thigh band; they continued upwards, merging with the golden imprint on her garden lips before disappearing into the thorny brands surrounding the lewd marks on her lower abdomen. Estelle's tightly pressed feet were shapely and delicate. The curve of her arches was forced into an exquisite arc by the rolling beads inside the boot covers. Her golden-adorned toes were as round and lovely as the tips of wheat ears, and as pale and enticing as lotus seeds in a pod. The pale red of her forefoot and heel, accentuated by the surrounding golden patterns, and peeking through the white silk, was utterly captivating. To Yamanaka, the tender, red toes revealed through the white silk were the ultimate delicacy. While the golden lines binding her legs were ornate, they also carried a hint of vulgarity. However, the subtle appearance through the external white silk largely dispelled this vulgarity, transforming it into a perfectly balanced elegance. The situation was identical on her arms: golden nail art, gold threads at the base of her fingers, two points of diamond brilliance on her ring fingers, swirling golden lines between her pressed index fingers and thumbs, and phoenix patterns on the back of her hands. A golden band at her wrists, intricate bird-shaped golden patterns spreading across her forearms, a golden band on her upper arms parallel to the glove cuffs, and golden lines flowing upwards along her arms to converge at her neck. These complex golden lines adhered to her skin, connecting with each other like real threads, pressing into Estelle's skin and slightly squeezing out the tender flesh of her thighs. This made her limbs truly feel as if bound by ropes, pressed so tightly together that they couldn't separate, like a wriggling worm unable to move its limbs laterally. Yamanaka then noticed a collar-like band of golden patterns and lines encircling Estelle's snow-white neck. Glancing at the back of her neck, he saw the characters "Ai Esclavos" branded there, stinging his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what Estelle would think if she saw this deliberate display of her slave status in Castellan. Despite his musings, Yamanaka nimbly followed the booklet to re-bind Estelle. Compared to his hesitant and clumsy first attempt, Yamanaka, having unbound her once, carried Estelle back to the carriage. Given that her forearms were pressed so tightly together they couldn't separate, he disassembled the umbrella handle, letting it drop between her upper arms, and had her lean against it. He then secured her hands with silver rods and steel wires, reapplied restraints, bound her with rope, wrapped her in tape, and meticulously secured her already inseparable forearms with a single glove, folding them upwards. He reassembled the cross-shaped steel rod on the umbrella handle, connecting the rope to the steel rod, her shoulder blades, and her neck, then looping it down around her soft, plump breasts. Following the booklet's instructions, he tied two loops around the base and middle of her breasts, constricting them into a pronounced, gourd-like shape. He then secured the area between her neck and arms, returning to the neck loop for further fixation. Perhaps because Estelle's breasts had grown slightly, the rope that was more than enough for three loops now only required two. He then took another rope, dividing it into four strands as usual on the steel rod, and re-secured the strands and diamond-shaped netting forward, pressing the three rods further inwards, causing Estelle to cry out repeatedly, which stirred Yamanaka's desire. He then used tight, meticulous knots to bind Estelle's legs from her thighs to her ankles and arches, pressing them together without leaving any gaps, and finally secured her in a perfectly straight line onto the umbrella handle behind her with twelve sets of restraints. Thus, Estelle's restraints were completely reapplied. Compared to her initial binding, where she was disheveled but mentally somewhat intact, limited but still possessing some agency, she now truly resembled a defeated captive, played with until her body was flushed, her fluids uncontrollably leaking, and she cried out incessantly. Her body was covered in the marks of a proper "Star Slave," making her look like nothing more than a lowly piece of flesh. ... "Lady Irene, what exactly is a Saintess?" Amidst a chorus of holy hymns, a youthful voice suddenly broke the silence. Estelle turned her head in confusion towards the girl beside her. It was a somewhat familiar girl, her innocent face beneath her light blonde hair filled with aspirations for the future. "That's a good question. I asked my predecessor the same thing before, and now I can tell you the answer. It's the answer passed down by generations of Saintesses, the best explanation originating from the first Saintess."

"Lesbian----for some unknown reason, this thought popped into Shan Zhong's mind. This mysterious woman in purple was Zhu Yin, an Eastern friend Estelle had made while studying in Rome. Hailing from an ancient Eastern kingdom, she often wore clothing that was completely out of sync with the times. She was proficient in dozens of magical arts, and it was she who taught Estelle the Seven Star Destiny Art, originating from Li Cunxiao in the late Tang and Five Dynasties period, as well as the Hunyuan Xingyi Baoguo Quan martial arts. After Estelle returned to her country, Zhu Yin had been wandering the world, indulging in capture and training escape play, and was even somewhat famous in certain circles. Recently, she had feigned capture by Sai Fu, the Emperor of the Kindragon Empire. She had enjoyed the Kindragon's methods for a rare while, only for this Kindragon Emperor to be inexplicably murdered. Zhu Yin, having escaped from the box, intended to find the killer of the Kindragon to see if they were interested in capture play. Instead, she encountered a rather unremarkable, abnormal creature that was a suspected servant of an old god, and a lizard that was nothing special. If it weren't for the sake of the delirious Estelle, she wouldn't have bothered to say much. After rummaging through Shan Zhong's clearly fragmented memories, Zhu Yin still couldn't figure out who had killed the Kindragon Emperor. But at least she understood why Estelle was in such a predicament----she had gone too far with the bondage play. This was a novel form of play. Although Zhu Yin enjoyed capture and training play, she had never encountered anything that could truly restrain her forever, nor had she ever imagined what would happen if she truly went too far and couldn't break free. Of course, after she had reawakened Estelle's consciousness through mental communication, she discovered that Estelle wasn't intentionally engaging in this bondage play gone wrong, but had genuinely gotten carried away. Fortunately, Estelle still remembered Zhu Yin as her best friend. In their mental communication, she revealed everything she could remember and begged Zhu Yin to save her and escape----but upon learning about the bondage play, Zhu Yin became eager to try it herself. Coupled with Estelle's extremely alluring appearance, Zhu Yin, in a playful mood, decided to start by touching Estelle. As the saying goes, 'Is it not a pleasure to have friends coming from afar to trick you?' Zhu Yin not only failed to untie Estelle's restraints but became engrossed in studying the functions of her bondage gear, causing Estelle to reach the brink of orgasm several times, only to be unable to break free. She could only glare with her beautiful eyes, filled with anger, frustration, and helplessness, looking utterly pathetic. "Alright, alright, Essie-chan. If you promise to let me tie you up and cuddle you for a month later, I might consider undoing your restraints. Come on, look, even the lizard is getting up. If you don't agree, I'm happy to let him continue his journey with you, how about it?" Zhu Yin asked, smiling as she playfully traced circles on Estelle's breasts with her index finger through their private mental link. ----"Just untie me quickly!" Estelle had already been teased by Zhu Yin several times. How could she not understand her best friend's intentions? But even if she were to be teased again later, it would be better than being restrained and unable to move, with an uncertain future. She could only brace herself and agree. "Okay, but I never said when I'd undo your restraints, did I? Hmm, I'll help you assassinate the Demon King first, and then I'll undo your restraints! As for how to assassinate the Demon King, I think your idea is excellent, and I'll join you in being bound as well." Zhu Yin grinned mischievously at Estelle. "Of course, if that Demon King turns out to be interesting, I might just enjoy myself for a while first, who knows?" ----"Wait, you can't do this! Untie me quickly! Anything is fine, even two months, three months later!" When Estelle heard Zhu Yin's intention to also be bound like her, her vision went black. She was so anxious that she almost shouted into the public channel. "Hehehe, Essie-chan, how can you have all the fun on such an interesting journey by yourself~~~" Zhu Yin chuckled wickedly, squeezing Estelle's round, snow-white breasts with one hand. Then, she turned her head and formed a 'summon' seal with one hand, directly pulling Shan Zhong, who was standing there dumbfounded, to her side. She smiled gently and asked, "Do you want to die?" Seventy-two Arts----Summon (To telekinetically pull objects closer.) "Of course not!" Shan Zhong replied without hesitation, though he hadn't figured out why he was still alive. "Then tie me up like Essie-chan, declare me your captive, and treat me the same way you treated Essie-chan all the way back to the Demon King's castle." "I (Shan Zhong curses)!!!!!!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" "Are there really no other restraints?" "There really aren't!" "Tch, how strange... To be able to create restraints of this caliber, I thought they'd at least have some foresight involved. It seems to be purely craftsmanship?" Zhu Yin felt a bit disappointed. She had expected to encounter some exquisite props or arrangements, but it appeared the other party hadn't anticipated her existence. Never mind, since they can create restraints of this level, let's capture that demon king and force them to craft some delightful things. With this thought, Zhu Yin had another idea—since there were no decent props, she'd make a set herself. It had been a while since she last tried self-bondage. Zhu Yin casually channeled her spiritual energy, her fingers, shimmering with fine silver light, traced through the air, writing a line of silver seal script like cursive calligraphy: "Five Elements Sealing and Binding Dragon Restraints." She then cupped her hands around this line of script, kneading and compressing it into a ball of silver light. As the silver light dissipated, five orbs of light appeared in the air. Two of these orbs solidified into a collar and a large bundle of ropes, while the remaining three orbs became ethereal, transforming into three beams of light that shot out sequentially, striking Zhu Yin's clothes, abdomen, and high heels. The clothes on her body churned like black waves, a pattern of red honeysuckles appeared on her abdomen, and her high heels were coated with a yellowish-brown sheen. These were materialized sealing artifacts that Zhu Yin had conjured from the Great Clarity True Word talismans, written with spiritual energy. They were formed naturally, appearing out of thin air. The collar was the Magic Suppressing Ring, crafted from highly pure mithril, appearing as silver-white bracelets and anklets. Mithril was a metal that extremely repelled magic and elements, suppressing the wearer's perception and use of magic and elements. Its magic-suppressing effect weakened as the temperature rose. Controlled by the "Metal" aspect of the Five Elements, the controller could choose to activate or deactivate the magic suppression. When wearing the Crystal Jade Slippers, the mithril's stability would increase, fixing the wearer's spatial position, making teleportation or spatial jumps impossible in any form. The rope was the Dragon Binding Rope, a long cord twisted from the cyan fibers found at the center of all vines on Dragon Subduing Wood. It could suppress dragon bloodline abilities, absorb released bloodline power to strengthen itself, and could freely extend and increase in flexibility. The default tightness of the binding depended on the purity of the bloodline. Upon completion of the binding, the two ends of the rope would fuse together, leaving no knots. It could be automatically untied by shielding it with mental power, and controlled by the "Wood" aspect of the Five Elements, the controller could manipulate the binding methods. The assimilated clothing was the Drowning Flow Garment, a black fluid formed from coalesced Drowning Silk, possessing strong extensibility. Once worn, it could flow to any part of the body and reconfigure. Other clothes on the wearer could be transformed into part of the Drowning Flow Garment. Over time, it would gradually assimilate into a second layer of skin, making it difficult to remove. Any power emitted from parts covered by the Drowning Flow Garment would be absorbed and unable to escape. Simultaneously, the power absorbed by the Drowning Flow Garment would be preferentially absorbed by the Dragon Binding Rope, enhancing its strength. Before assimilation into a second skin, it could be directly removed, and controlled by the "Water" aspect of the Five Elements, the controller could manipulate what kind of clothing it materialized into (before assimilation, it defaulted to stockings and gloves). The Drowning Flow Garment could be temporarily stored in the Magic Suppressing Cuffs and materialized at any time; as long as the Magic Suppressing Cuffs were worn, the Drowning Flow Garment could not be removed. The honeysuckle pattern on the abdomen was the Desire Fire Mark, a special red pattern branded by soul fire, which would always appear on the lower abdomen first. When activated, it would greatly affect thinking ability and mental stability, and with increased activation time, it would gradually spread throughout the body. The spread of the pattern was invisible, and the larger the spread, the greater the impact on mental power. Once it spread throughout the body, it would gradually increase physical sensitivity. Controlled by the "Fire" aspect of the Five Elements, the controller could manipulate the direction of the mental influence. When simultaneously bound by the Dragon Binding Rope, it would directly begin to enhance physical sensitivity. The assimilated high heels were the Crystal Jade Slippers, a special yellow crystal jade situated between crystal and raw jade. They had a peculiar design, resembling shoes with extremely high heels, making normal walking extremely difficult once worn. Upon contact with the ground, they would generate vibrations that would briefly synchronize with the other Crystal Jade Slipper. Aside from walking, they transmitted no other vibrations or tactile sensations. Controlled by the "Earth" aspect of the Five Elements, the controller could manipulate the height of the heels. When branded with the Desire Fire Mark, foot sensitivity would accelerate. "Hmm, it's still missing an array core." Zhu Yin pondered for a moment, then materialized a snow-silver gag in the same manner. "Then, you'll tie me up with this rope, and tomorrow, treat me as your captive and continue on our journey. Do as you please, don't expose anything. I remember these horses buck and sway when they move—tie me to this horse." Zhu Yin surveyed her surroundings, then stepped onto the horse, tossing the rope towards Shanzhong's face. Zhu Yin immediately snapped the collar around her neck. Instantly, she felt the spiritual energy within her body become as sluggish as frozen ice. If she were also bound by the rope, with the Sealing and Binding technique, even she would likely be unable to break free. "Yes..." Shanzhong was powerless to complain, nor did he dare to. He could only obediently pick up the rope, carefully grasp Zhu Yin's hands behind her back, and fumbling, he forgot how to tie someone, loosely looping it. "I'll only say this once. If anyone sees through our staged binding on the road, their head will roll." Zhu Yin's voice was chilling. "Yes!!!!" Shanzhong, feeling a prickle on his back, jolted and quickly released the rope. In a moment of inspiration, he began to practice a binding method he had occasionally tried before. He folded the rope in half and placed it around Zhu Yin's neck, then threaded it down through her armpits, wrapping it around her arms all the way down to her crossed wrists, binding it for a few turns. He then pulled the rope upwards, hoisting her wrists high. The rope circled her neck once for fixation, then wound around her arms in circles, pulled upwards, circled and fixed, then moved forward, wrapping around her waist and shoulders multiple times, tightening and causing her breasts to bulge prominently before firmly binding her arms and body together. Shanzhong then separated the rope, stacking Zhu Yin's lower and upper legs together and binding them tightly. He then used the excess rope to wrap around Zhu Yin's legs and the belly of the stone horse, preventing her legs from separating. This way, Zhu Yin could only writhe and shake on the horse's back, unable to leave it. Shanzhong had no experience binding someone with a single rope. Whether it was playing with Leina or binding Aisidell before, he had always used more than one rope. Although the current binding method was very crude, it was barely usable. "Put the gag on me." Zhu Yin struggled from side to side. With her spiritual energy suppressed, it would take considerable effort to break free with brute force alone. Satisfied, she opened her mouth and said. "Mmmph..." As the silver gag's straps were tied securely behind her head, an immense stiffness descended from top to bottom like a curtain. With her spiritual energy and physical body both circularly imprisoned, Zhu Yin felt she could no longer escape—of course, she could still trigger a self-death to refresh her status and break free. Hmph, but whether to live or die is in my own hands. If that demon king has some tricks up their sleeve, playing for a few more days wouldn't be so bad...

Yamana lifted Reina half up with manipulated vines, pulling her hands behind her back. He crossed her wrists, wrapping the rope around them several times in a crisscross pattern before tying a knot to secure them. Then, using the rope, he pulled her arms upwards, hoisting them high behind her back. He then wrapped the rope back and forth around her forearms, tying knots to effectively restrict their lateral movement. After that, he used the golden rope to tie knots along the horizontal rope paths, securing them before returning to her wrists. The rope then passed over her left arm to the front, pressing down above her breasts before looping around her right arm and returning to her wrists to be tied. Using the same method, he created five rope loops above and below her breasts, cinching them inwards and causing them to protrude slightly. Yamana, feeling playful, reached in and deeply squeezed the firm, soft flesh of her breasts. One hand couldn't encompass the swollen mounds, and the fingers sinking into the flesh were filled with the comfortable pressure of tightness. "Mmm..." Reina, her breasts being kneaded, opened her hazy, lustful eyes slightly, her lips parting with a soft sigh. Yamana, having had his fill, tightened the ropes on her breasts, then pulled them upwards through her cleavage, towards her neck, and then back to connect to the wrist knot. The rope now linked her wrists, breasts, and neck, pressing her hands tightly against her back, rendering them unable to separate or lift. But this wasn't enough. Yamana then used rope to bind her thumbs together, wrapping them in circles. He then looped rope around her other fingers, tying knots and pulling them taut against the wrist knot, firmly securing the other eight fingers inwards. Finally, he bound her fingertips and finger roots together, immobilizing her fingers. He then brought the rope around the space between her chest and upper arms, the fine rope loops pressing her arms tightly against her back. Her already slender waist was cinched even tighter by the ropes. After creating a simple diamond-shaped net, he pulled the rope down again, tying three knots before threading it down between her legs. He carefully inserted the three knots into the grooves at the ends of the three wooden rods, then pulled upwards sharply, hooking the rope loop behind her back and tightening it. Finally, he secured it to the wrist knot. The rough knots, as the rope tightened, firmly embedded themselves into the pre-made grooves, pressing the tight-fitting garment even closer against her vulva, making the exquisite shape of her labia even more pronounced. The already deeply inserted three rods were now pressed even more tightly. "Eeeek!!" Reina cried out, tears of pain welling in her eyes, her gaze half-dreamy. Her waist twitched, and a faint gurgling sound came from her moist garden, a few drops of liquid splashing onto the rope knots. Yamana walked downwards, pulling the dark golden rope. He brought Reina's legs together and tied a rope loop around her right thigh, starting from the root, and secured it. He then looped it to the left, tying another loop and securing it, before wrapping it horizontally and tying it. After tightening, he used the same wrapping method to circle her thighs horizontally three times, each circle secured by knots between the thighs, horizontal rope loops, and vertical rope ties. The same structure was applied to her calves, with three wraps. A total of six rope loops at the upper thighs, mid-thighs, above and below the knees, and mid and lower calves firmly bound Reina's legs together. Yamana then took out his only pair of fine steel shackles and tightly fastened them around Reina's already compressed calves and ankles. He then continued to wrap the rope around her ankles several times to secure them before moving downwards. The rope wrapped around her pressed-together insteps five times, tightly squeezing her jade feet and high heels together. A little lubricant was squeezed out and smeared on the rope edges. Her feet were now firmly fixed together by the rope loops and high heels, unable to separate or move. Even the heels were thoughtfully tied together. Yamana tied the rope at the heels and set it aside. He then took a beautiful, bright silver steel collar with a rose pattern from the box and fastened it around Reina's snow-white neck, which was already tightened by the rope loops. As the collar locked into place, the pattern flowed with a faint red-purple light, and the collar slowly twisted, tightening itself naturally. "Mmm..." The cold pressure of the metal pierced her skin. The coolness on her neck made Reina flinch, her eyelids snapping open, barely regaining consciousness. But Yamana had already pulled the rope at her heels, bending her ankles upwards. He straightened the rope, connected it to the wrist knot, and tied it. Reina's legs were now bent to their extreme, unable to separate further.

"Ugh..." A red-haired human woman stood on her tiptoes on the platform, her hands bound behind her back with ropes. The fine ropes had reduced the scant fabric clinging to her body to mere scraps, revealing her breasts, bruised and marked with claw scratches, protruding from the tight bindings. Her legs, still wrapped in shredded cloth, were firmly locked together by ropes and shackles. A noose was secured around her neck, its length deliberately set so that she would be strangled if she lowered her heels. Her toes ached, and she curled them inward, her heels only slightly dropping before the tightening rope bit into her flesh. She could only glare with wide eyes, forcing herself to stand on her tiptoes again. Uncured yellowish-white fluid dripped from various parts of her bruised body, especially from her gasping mouth, her swollen, gaping, and still-open rose garden, and even her hair. The tattered remnants of her clothing were soaked, clinging to her with a glistening sheen, clearly indicating she had recently been submerged in a bath of bodily fluids. The noose around her neck was connected to a lever-like iron contraption, with another noose hanging parallel on the other side. On the other side, Astra, bound into a human log shape, was in a slightly better predicament. She lay flat, secured to a surface, with an ice cream machine-like device suspended above her. A large harness was forced into Astra's mouth, and opposite her, a similar device hung down, along with a platform for securing a person. "Now, then, let us welcome my most troublesome mortal enemy, Estel, and the laughable holdouts, the Great Bird Flame, to reveal their animalistic side. Wind—Rise!" Magma finished speaking, waved his hand, and used his assembly magic to dismantle parts of the carriage, separating Es and Reina from it. Magic particles enveloped them like invisible hands, lifting them onto the high platform. Then, magic seeds clustered and wrapped the empty noose around Es's neck, and Reina was secured to the platform opposite Astra, also facing upwards. *Clang!* Demon King Magma manipulated magic particles, removing Reina's blindfold and gag, and unfastening Es's veil, jaw spreader, and garden rod. With a snap of his fingers, a clear ringing sound swept out like waves. A high-level Clarity spell instantly brought the four women on the platform back from their state of carnal delirium. "Guk-kuh-ohhhh?!!!" Although their consciousness was forcibly awakened, Es, whose memories had been mostly erased after days of torment, was already soft and weak. As soon as the garden rod was removed, she couldn't even stand without the magical particles supporting her. Instinctively, she collapsed to her knees with the accumulated mixture that had been brewing in her garden for days—then, with her neck tightly choked by the noose, she widened her eyes, opened her mouth in an exaggerated gasp, and let out a娇叫 (jiāo jiào - delicate cry/scream) as her tongue lolled out. Her calves and soles uncontrollably rubbed against the ground, her survival instinct making her struggle pathetically like a dog in water, flailing her limbs. The hot mixture left streaks on her completely transparent white stockings, soaking them through her boot socks. Ripples of water spread from the soles of her feet, and a few splashes flew off as she twisted her calves. "Your Highness...呜..." The red-haired girl on the opposite side of Es, struggling to stand on her tiptoes, was naturally Zeta. Ever since she was caught in the vortex of betrayal and sent to the Demon King's castle, she had been reduced to a mere sex tool for the demons for days. The intense tearing sensation from head to toe left her with no strength. Her throat, almost torn open, was dry and weak. Seeing Estel's pathetic state filled her with both anger and sorrow. "Reina-neesan!" As the instruments moved, Astra, whose mouth could finally move, looked at Reina with despair. "Why is this happening..." "Astra, it's come to this, there's no need to say more." Reina tried to twist and struggle her limbs, but to no avail. Although the mountain had already told her through a mental link what was about to happen, looking at the instruments before her and the majestic Demon King Magma, she could only force herself to remain calm. "No matter what happens, you must survive."