SM Club

Chen Cheng opened the box with a hint of confusion, revealing five items: a crystal-like, semi-transparent gag with holes, a crystal necklace, and three crystal restraints of varying sizes. "These are some impressive accessories!" Chen Cheng's eyes glinted with envy. As the head of the club, she had never seen such high-quality gear before. "You know these two," Teacher Zhang explained, pointing to each of the five items. "As for the three restraints, one is for the wrists, one for the ankles, and the last one, the largest and shortest, is for the thighs, just above the knees." With the help of a few girls, Xiaoxue was "fully armed" and bound before them in three minutes. Xiaoxue jiggled her hands, the restraints emitting a pleasant clinking sound. Though they appeared to be crystal, they were actually made of metal. The wrist restraints, about half a meter long, lay against her skirt, forming a graceful oval arc. For her hands, these restraints didn't feel particularly constricting. In contrast, the restraints on her ankles and thighs were more than twice as restrictive. If the thirty-five-centimeter ankle restraints were manageable, the twenty-centimeter thigh restraints made it impossible for Xiaoxue to walk normally, forcing her to shuffle slowly forward. The crystal necklace around her neck was the longest, approximately 1.5 meters. One end was fastened around Xiaoxue's snow-white neck, and with the long chain, Chen Cheng could pull Xiaoxue along. Under Chen Cheng's guidance, Xiaoxue struggled forward dozens of steps, returning to Teacher Zhang's designated "punishment zone." "Wow, this looks absolutely stunning!" Chen Qingyang, the sole male present, had been waiting for a long time. The moment he saw Xiaoxue, he felt that every moment of waiting had been worthwhile. Her entire ensemble, from head to toe, was sexy, cute, noble, and elegant – even more captivating than Xiao Wu from the anime. Chapter 40 Emerging from Teacher Zhang's residence, Xiaoxue was gasping for breath. Her pace, restricted by the ankle and thigh restraints, was agonizingly slow. Xiaoxue wished she could just die. The competition hadn't even begun, and she was already half-dead from exhaustion. She couldn't fathom Teacher Zhang's intentions, clearly designed to deplete her energy beforehand. However, Xiaoxue's mouth was sealed by the gag, rendering her unable to speak. Furthermore, for some unknown reason, the gag automatically sprayed a bit of lemon juice into her mouth every minute, causing Xiaoxue's mouth to flood with saliva. Yet, not a single drop soiled her body. The necklace around her neck and the chain Chen Cheng used to pull her absorbed everything. The crystal exterior became slick and moist, as if coated in oil, shimmering with a sheen that seemed to imbue the necklace with a tangible seal. It turned out this necklace also possessed a special function. "Xiaoxue, we need to pick up the pace. At this rate, we'll be late," Chen Cheng urged, her tone coaxing. She could tell from the glistening beads of sweat on Xiaoxue's forehead that the girl was struggling to move. But this was precisely the test she needed.

The tour was smooth, and with Chen Cheng's explanations, Xiao Xue's horizons broadened. Three types of venues, a large number of participants, and endless, overwhelming varieties of play. Those bound looked like pitiable slaves, or like smokers who had been dry for a long time, their faces filled with enjoyment. Some were like works of art, displayed on stage, dazzling and captivating. Among them, the most familiar were Zhu Ting and Lin Shishi, whom she had parted ways with just yesterday morning. As an "s," Zhu Ting seemed to particularly favor suspension bondage. Lin Shishi, dressed in a nine-tailed fox cosplay, was suspended high up in a Japanese style, her two smooth, shiny legs spread apart and folded together, tightly bound. The scenery beneath her skirt was completely exposed, her lacy, sexy panties half-hidden, emboldening many to dare to peek. The buzzing sound from her private parts tormented Lin Shishi. Her pale thighs trembled noticeably. Each time Zhu Ting applied force, she would crank it to the highest setting. Lin Shishi often wore a pained expression, yet reveled in it, occasionally begging Zhu Ting to use the whip on her more, leaving behind bloody medals. Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to see that the nine white furry tails Lin Shishi wore were not tied to her body. Instead, a slit had been made in her lace panties, and they were forcefully inserted into the "sewer," her entire body's trembling making the tails dance gracefully, as if alive. Her competitor, however, had chosen a less common prop. A small "m" dressed in a black Gothic maid outfit was seated on a triangular wooden horse. Her upper body was tightly bound in a Japanese style, her hands raised behind her back to her shoulder blades. Her private parts were positioned on the sharpest part of the wooden horse. Like Lin Shishi, the small "m"'s black silk-clad thighs were folded and bound together. But the cruelest aspect of this play was that a large stone was tied to each of the small "m"'s ankles. The weight of the stones pulled her legs down, greatly intensifying the stimulation to her private parts from the triangular wooden horse. The pain brought tears and snot to the small "m"'s eyes, and her mouth, filled with a gag ball with a hole, spurted out streams of saliva. Xiao Xue had intended to go up and greet Zhu Ting and the others, but Chen Cheng again pulled her hand tightly, dragging her towards a lively area. The participant here was the club's president, Liang Fengmian. Seeing him on stage in a white ancient costume cosplay, Xiao Xue was surprised. Liang Fengmian had the ability to directly advance to the top eight but had not used it, instead giving her, a newcomer, a rare exception. "Sister Cheng, I've noticed that this university seems to have no male "m"s, only female "m"s!" Looking around, Xiao Xue observed that all the "m" participants were women without exception. "Male "m"s are only available in the other four campuses. This central campus should only have female "m"s," Chen Cheng mused.

The audience's gazes were varied. The men pondered adjectives of praise, their mouths watering, constantly wiping away drool. Among the women, envy and jealousy were not uncommon. Some touched their small breasts, their heads drooping in sadness. The ropes, like vines, coiled around Chen Xiaowu's upper body down to her legs. Where the ropes reached the slit of the qipao, they didn't continue to bind the fabric but instead slipped inside the opening, making intimate contact with Chen Xiaowu's thighs. They wrapped around her "absolute territory" seven or eight times before being tightened. "How about I tie you in a 'Four Horsemen' style, add a bit more difficulty. Can you handle it?" Kong Weiwei paused, holding the rope after finishing the absolute territory, and mused. "No problem, Weiwei-jie. Feel free to increase the intensity of the binding! If I cry out in pain, just gag me," Chen Xiaowu said, her breathing steady. Her chest was tightly bound by ropes, forcing Chen Xiaowu to breathe shallowly. Any slight exertion would make her gasp for air or even cough. "Then hold on." Kong Weiwei lifted the immobile Chen Xiaowu and placed her on the edge of the pool, sitting her at an angle. She then brought Chen Xiaowu's white-stockinged feet up to her chest, and with a push, bound Chen Xiaowu's thighs within ten centimeters of her knees and her ankles with dozens of coils each, then tightened them. "Xiaowu, I'm going to tighten it now." Kong Weiwei flipped Chen Xiaowu, who was tightly bound all over, to face the glass wall. Her chest was squeezed into an unnatural shape, like an oversized hamburger, and the water level just reached above the 'hamburger'. "Wait a moment! I've experienced the strength of Weiwei-jie's grip. Gag me, I'm afraid I'll scream like a pig. Block my cries for help, and I'll die without regret~" Chen Xiaowu said, shaking her body with righteous resolve. "It's not that exaggerated!" Kong Weiwei was speechless. Not granting Chen Xiaowu's wish, she pouted and said, "Bear with it for a moment. I'll use a rope to bind your mouth later." Before Chen Xiaowu could retort, Kong Weiwei quickly folded a new rope in half, tied it to the loop around Chen Xiaowu's ankle, then threaded it through the knot on her own wrist, and with a sudden surge of strength, yanked Chen Xiaowu's ankles upwards. "Pain, pain~ Pain, pain, pain! Weiwei-jie, ah~ ah..." While a standard Japanese-style 'Four Horsemen' was manageable for Chen Xiaowu, Kong Weiwei's version always tightened the knots to their maximum. Since the knot for the 'Reverse Guan Yin' was positioned on the shoulder blades above her back, it was impossible for Chen Xiaowu to remain calm as her white-stockinged feet approached her shoulder blades. The pain she vented quickly turned into pleas for mercy, cries of unbearable agony, and screams. "Wow! New contestant, the beautiful Chen Xiaowu, it's not easy for her. Her screams are truly heartbreaking," Chen Xiaowu's heart-wrenching screams once again drew the attention of commentator A'Kai to the competition pool. "However, Senior Xinyu's technique is much faster. She finished early and is already having tea and pastries," said Ram, a pink-haired maid-costumed commentator beside A'Kai, her hands clasped in front of her, securely chained. "So fast, she only took ten minutes, right?" "It seems like seven or eight minutes!" "This technique is top-notch, isn't it? Is this really her first time participating as an 'S' after being an 'M'? She feels like an experienced 'S'." "Several groups have already finished. President Liang's group's prop bondage, President Du's group's placement bondage, and the beautiful Xia Nanchu's underwater bondage..." "I really wish it was me being tied by President Liang~"