Wicked Pendant: The Education of a Bad Girl

As Elizabeth gradually explained, I came to understand that on a distant island nation, there existed a kingdom known as the Mermaid Kingdom. Despite its name, it wasn't entirely populated by mermaids; many inhabitants lived on the island itself and required boats for travel. However, their method of reproduction was similar to that of the Astark Empire, largely dependent on individuals wearing latex mermaid suits, referred to as "mermaid ceremonial attire." These suits were akin to the crystal garments, but once worn, they permanently transformed the wearer into a mermaid. Their legs would gradually soften and fuse, their hands would be bound behind their backs, pressed tightly against their spines, eventually becoming mere indentations incapable of movement, all while enduring a constant sense of restriction. A peculiar fragrant oil would be applied to their heads, keeping their hair as lustrous and fluid as if submerged in water. Masks would be worn on their faces, sometimes with gags inserted, and these masks would gradually meld with the wearer's skin, enabling them to breathe and survive underwater. Those in the Mermaid Kingdom who donned these ceremonial suits were called "Kite Fish." In truth, they became indistinguishable from fish, save for their enhanced beauty. Most remarkably, these Kite Fish, when wearing the ceremonial attire, no longer gave birth to live young but laid eggs. Each month, during their menstrual cycle, they would expel dozens of eggs. These eggs were then taken back by the citizens, and if the semen of two individuals was dripped onto them, fertilization could occur. This was a truly bizarre phenomenon, and one wondered if multiple partners could participate. Listening to Elizabeth detail the nation's urgent research, I was filled with dread and unease. They were studying the mermaid ceremonial attire. Although its production was complex, they could manufacture it in stable quantities. The royal laboratories were focused on developing methods to produce more robust warriors, rather than relying on citizens to incubate eggs. A sense of disquiet began to creep in, as this oviparous reproduction was entirely unsuited to our homeland. We were an inland nation, and any offspring produced this way would require an extremely humid environment – coastal areas, large lakes, or riverine regions would suffice, but we clearly lacked such places. Furthermore, these eggs sometimes hatched not into humans, but into mermaids – small latex mermaids, lacking arms, with only a head, a latex torso, and a tail. The thought of being forcibly clad in one of those mermaid ceremonial suits, transformed into something like a Kite Fish, sent a shiver down my spine. Elizabeth, sensing my fear, tried to comfort me. "Don't worry," she said. "There will be other methods. And even if they are born this way, it will take a generation to see the effects. It won't solve our immediate problems, so you don't need to fret. Recruitment is far more effective than this!" I nodded, but my heart remained heavy with apprehension. I had no desire to become one of those so-called Kite Fish, to wear that crystal garment. While it was snug, it was still bearable, and even somewhat attractive upon closer inspection. But to be transformed into a Kite Fish, and to remain so for life? That was something I could never accept. I tightly gripped the hand of the guard beside me, trying to alleviate the pain in my waist. I was dressed in a princess's gown, the cinched waist making it difficult to breathe, and my feet, clad in high heels, were in agony. Yet, I had to maintain my regal composure before the Empress and the assembled officials. Before me stretched a vast plain, with an endless army arrayed in the distance. I knew this army was the enemy we would face – the provocation from the Kingdom of Ocalis. We had to march, leading the Wei Shuang army, to protect the nation of Elfie. I paced cautiously, attempting to ease the pain in the soles of my feet. However, I was shackled, preventing me from transgressing princess etiquette. This made my steps even more arduous. My legs felt raw from the friction, and despite the padding, the discomfort persisted. Dressed in my princess gown, the tight corset made it difficult to breathe. The fabric of the gown, clinging to my body, prevented my skin from breathing. I felt the constant chafing of the material against my skin, causing me significant discomfort. I tried to break free from these restraints, but I was shackled. The chains pressed heavily on my ankles, preventing me from walking normally. Each step required all my strength, and my leg muscles ached from the ceaseless exertion. Adding to my misery, I wore high heels. The pointed toes and narrow heels forced my toes together, constantly rubbing, making the soles of my feet feel as if they were made of stone. Every step sent a needle-like pain through me, and I had to tread carefully to avoid losing my balance due to the agony. These constraints prevented me from moving freely, making me feel even more helpless and confined. I wished for this war to end soon. And when I wore the crystal garment of the Astark Empire, I felt a sense of heightened nobility and elegance. However, behind this dignity lay an unspeakable sense of restraint and limitation. The weight of the crystal garment pressed down on me, requiring more effort and patience for every movement. I couldn't move carelessly, lest the garment emit a grating sound.

"Doll, what are you doing? Today is your debut live stream, so perform well." That mocking voice filled me with rage, and I couldn't help but shake my body, swinging my only movable little leg. All those organizational contracts were traps; otherwise, there's no way they could make so much money. "Do you intend to participate in the live stream dressed like this?" Suddenly, my eyes lit up as I saw a beautiful trap? In the hospital room, a beautiful boy lay on the bed. His eyes and mouth were bound by restraints. Then, from that strange perspective... The boy's waist was tightly cinched by a black corset, and his arms were restrained behind him by leather gloves. Add to that a subtly visible chastity belt around his thighs, and stiletto heels without backs. Confused, I suddenly realized, is this me? "How is it, isn't it advanced? This is the organization's first research crystallization. It can connect your vision through your contact lenses to mine." "Mmmph... mmmph." I desperately wanted to curse that pervert. This was clearly conceived by the organization's lower half, something created to control us dolls. Through this man's perspective, I understood that I wasn't at home, but on a hospital bed. A discomfort in my abdomen at that moment reminded me that I hadn't used the restroom for a while. Next, Xu Yang walked to my bedside. Observing through the contact lenses, he squatted down and lifted the sheet from under my bed. Revealing a mysterious device, he then took out two mysterious tubes with his white-gloved hand, one with a rubber stopper and the other with a connector.

We walk the same route, up to the highest hill in the open fields, from where I can see the factories in the town below in the valley. The entire journey is about two and a half miles, but it always leaves me utterly exhausted. My feet, encased in ballet heels, ache with every step, a constant throb against the soles. Despite this, my constitutional walks are always the brightest part of my day. The feeling of exertion is good, and the freedom to leave the house, to feel my arms unbound, is a relief. It's a sin, I know, but it feels so wonderfully right. The weather is clear today, and I step out of the castle, gloves on, relishing the walk. My gloves are made of lambskin, tight and constricting, making my fingers feel utterly restrained. I wear my robe, and the corset beneath makes it difficult to breathe, but I endure. I return to my schoolroom and shift my weight off my feet. I take out my notebook and pen, and write down, word for word, what my governess had lectured on earlier. My fingers, encased in lambskin gloves, feel so confined. I write carefully, keeping my script neat, making no mistakes. Once my work is done, I return to my room and change into my latex bodysuit. This garment clings to my body, making me feel as though every inch of my skin is encased. The metal chastity cage digs into my flesh, preventing any freedom of movement. I put on a single glove, feeling my fingers restrained, unable to move freely. The collar around my neck and the mask on my face restrict my vision and my breathing. Despite the discomfort these restraints bring, I savor the feeling. It is the only pleasure in my life, the only way I can escape reality. When I wake, it is still dark, but I know it is time to rise. I get out of bed, the corset beneath making it difficult to breathe, but I still manage to put on my summer robe. I leave my bedroom and walk through the castle's long corridors to my dressing room. There, my maid awaits me. She applies my makeup, covering my face with foundation, dark eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Then, she helps me into my latex bodysuit, the garment encasing my body, making me feel as though I am trapped in a tight space. Next, she helps me put on the metal chastity cage, which digs deeply into my skin, sending waves of pain through me.

I could only offer a sheepish chuckle and a vague deflection, forcing a change of subject. "We're running out of time, let's pick up the pace. We still need to grab good seats." "Fine, I'll let you off the hook this time." Lily unbuckled the strap on her left stiletto and, using it to guide me, slid my white-stockinged foot into the boot, then the other. Once my toes were fully inserted, the boot shaft reached my upper thighs. A lustrous sheen from the latex reflected the light from my toes all the way up. These boots were uniquely designed, employing the same locking mechanism as the corset. With heels soaring 10 centimeters, they made standing a precarious affair. Lily picked up the winding mechanism and tightened the dense array of steel wires running from my ankles to my upper thighs, embedded within a multitude of tiny holes. A series of clicking and grinding gears signaled the self-locking mechanism engaging. I felt my legs clamped firmly in place, making even bending my knees a struggle. They were essentially immobilized, offering immense resistance with the slightest attempt to lift them. The leather around my ankles and the top of my feet seemed to be reinforced, leaving my soles completely immobile within. Lily secured the steel wires at the top of the boot shaft, near my upper thighs, tucking the excess length inside the zipper. She then zipped the boots all the way up to my thighs, tucking the zipper pull into a hidden lock at the very top of the shaft. Finally, Lily attached two thigh cuffs, two above-knee cuffs, two below-knee cuffs, and two ankle cuffs to my legs, securing them with pentagonal screws. She then connected these cuffs in pairs with four thin hinges of varying lengths, effectively transforming my legs into an inseparable whole. Catching my reflection, I couldn't help but feel the elaborate nature of this ensemble. Yet, it also highlighted Lily's meticulous attention to detail and her unwavering dedication. Every modification she made was aimed at enhancing my immersion in the character, which only deepened my appreciation for this COS opportunity and my anticipation for our future encounters. Chapter 49 The final disguise was a pure white, floor-length latex winter dress ensemble, complete with a shawl, resembling a bride's wedding attire. The entire garment was crafted from white latex, with an added half-shawl to conceal the restraints beneath. The latex upper shawl and the full-sleeved, floor-length dress were ingeniously combined into a one-piece garment with a faux shawl and sleeves extending to the forearms, the skirt featuring a triple-layered hem. The innermost layer, a slip skirt, was made of thin yet durable transparent latex, extending from the waist to the ankles and clinging tightly to my body, accentuating my figure. The outer layer was a loose white latex skirt, also from waist to ankle. The trapezoidal section at the front was paneled with transparent latex, offering tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath, adding an air of mystery. The outermost layer consisted of voluminous, ruffled lace forming a wide, cake-like hem, light and ethereal, like that of a celestial being. A silver-white shawl wig and a pure white Cossack fur hat were perfectly coordinated, completing the look with absolute perfection. Before applying makeup, Lily smoothed a layer of white foundation onto my face, sculpting the pure yet alluring features of the character. Now, I wore a pure white Cossack fur hat, my shoulder-length hair cascading like molten glass, and a pure white, one-piece latex dress. My hands were adorned with white silk gloves extending past my elbows. Outwardly, I appeared elegant and statuesque, a vision of otherworldly beauty. My upper body was tightly bound, my upper arms completely immobile against my sides. My forearms had limited movement, requiring significant effort. The full-body corset underneath, while shaping my figure, also secured my entire upper torso, rendering any bending impossible. My legs could only be parted about thirty centimeters, the hinges on my thighs and the innermost transparent slip skirt working in tandem to prevent me from lifting my legs. The ankle-length slip skirt also made lifting my legs a considerable challenge, forcing me to take detours around any steps exceeding ten centimeters. The full latex attire felt somewhat heavy, the taut fabric, while ensuring visual appeal, also exerted a powerful sense of compression. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, as I gazed at the beautifully restrained figure in the mirror, a gradual excitement began to build within me. I felt the unique allure of this exquisite attire, a thrilling sensation akin to regaining freedom, filling me with immense joy. "It's time to depart, my princess!" Lily announced, already dressed in her black suit and with her golden hair styled up. She offered me a slight bow, extending her right hand in invitation. I admired my own elegant and noble appearance, the pure white latex dress adding an extra layer of sensuality. However, who would have guessed that beneath this resplendent attire, I was tightly bound, a mere imposter? I should consider myself fortunate that Lily's house in Shanghai was a detached villa, sparing me the agony of descending stairs. Nevertheless, the less than 100 meters from the door to the garage felt like an eternity. My legs, so tightly restrained, prevented me from walking quickly, forcing me to shuffle with steps barely exceeding thirty centimeters. The diamond-patterned tiles on the ground threatened to catch my heels, causing me to halt involuntarily from time to time. The mere thought of these inconveniences sent a flush of heat through me. The squeaking of the latex against itself was a tantalizing provocation to my desires, yet I was utterly incapable of any unseemly movement. This unfulfilled longing brought a continuous surge of excitement, making me completely oblivious to any physical discomfort. Lily watched me shuffle closer, then, with utmost gentlemanly grace, opened the passenger door for me. "Please, come in."