Nationally designated adolescent girls

A sound, as if something was passing through my mind, echoed. I let out a gasp, looking at the thing hanging from me in surprise. It was rope. The first knot was around my collarbone, and from there, several more knots disappeared between my legs. "Ah, um, Asaka-san?" Unable to comprehend the situation, I tried to turn, but Asaka-san's hand, holding the rope, pressed me back to face forward. Just as I was wondering what was happening, the rope passed from behind me through the rope around my neck. Silently asserting its presence, the rope, moving as if scratching my back, wound vertically around my body. "Ah, Asaka-san!" "What is it, Ojou-sama?" My voice rose slightly in panic, and Asaka-san replied in an incredulous tone. Her tone made it sound as if the appearance of this rope was the most natural thing in the world, which only confused me further. "I, I want to know what you're doing?" A nameless anxiety washed over me as the rope that had wound around me from behind passed through the knots and returned to my back. Even if I tried to resist with all my might, I was no match for Asaka, and was easily thrown off. "Because you're wearing a uniform, I know you're happy, but please cooperate." "Happy, happy?" Filled with unease, I couldn't believe Asaka's words and felt a sense of bewilderment. It was only now that I realized that if I were to resist, this was my last chance.

"My, my! Miss Sakurako's body is so soft! Just like Miss Kotoko!" Sae chirped, sliding her fingers from the gag to Sakurako's chin, a smile gracing her lips. Sakurako flinched at the terrifying grin, desperate to escape Sae's grasp. As if sensing her intent, three maids' hands wrapped ropes around her chest, pulling them taut. The ropes bit into her upper arms, and her wrists, now bound behind her back, could no longer be moved. Sakurako cried out as her freedom dwindled, but the sound was muffled by the cloth in her mouth, her struggles rendered futile. The ropes on her chest and wrists easily stripped away much of her liberty, and the maids' actions grew bolder. The maid binding Sakurako's wrists pressed down on her shoulders from behind, immobilizing her. The maid on her right secured a rope above Sakurako's small breasts, and to emphasize their delicate size, began to tie another rope beneath them. Another maid slipped beneath Sakurako's skirt and directly wrapped ropes around her knees. Unlike her upper arms, which were shielded by her blouse and blazer, the rough hemp rope made direct contact with her skin, just as it did her wrists, plunging Sakurako into despair. Yet, Sakurako could do nothing but writhe her lovely body; resistance was impossible, let alone escape. In the blink of an eye, the ropes on her knees tightened, stealing her ability to run. The rope across her chest, extending from her back to her arms and waist, was cinched tight.

"Mmm... Nnnh..." Miss Kotoko frowned adorably, the ropes creaking as she was suspended from the ceiling, almost on tiptoe, a truly cute sight. Her body, fitting her angelic appearance, was almost entirely airborne. Her back was styled to resemble angelic wings, her wrists bound in a W-shape and hung from ropes around her chest, causing her folded arms to look like the wings of an angel behind her. Her cute, moderately full breasts were also wrapped repeatedly with ropes, exaggerating their swell under the pressure of the ropes pulling up and down. The ropes passing through her arms were tightened, as if biting into Miss Kotoko, while the ropes under her armpits pulled, pushing her breasts upwards. The need to bind her tightly without ruining the wing shape on her back, was likely due to Miss Kotoko's body being too soft. Indeed, the title of an angel born to be bound couldn't hold up. With her upper body securely bound, Miss Kotoko was already suspended from the ceiling ropes. On top of that, her ankles, knees, and thighs were bound, tying her legs together into a single unit. Despite being suspended, such effort was put into it, not to prevent escape. It was to better suspend Miss Kotoko with the final ropes applied, passing through her crotch.

But before I could call out Suzuko's name, my voice became muffled. Minagi had somehow come up behind me, and her hand was shoved into my mouth. "Mmmph!!" My eyes widened, and I turned to look at Minagi, only to see her running towards me from the other side, as if to stuff something into my mouth. A thin white cloth was tied tightly behind my neck. This way, I could no longer make any normal sounds. "Miss Sakurakoji Kotoko... the sister of that famous designated girl, must be uneasy without her wrists even tied, right?" Kayo said this as she grabbed my wrists, as if she could see through my resistance. Sensing the moment my strength faltered, she swiftly brought my wrists behind my back. "And, you're all alone... I'm almost crying." As she said this, she took Kayo's hands and wrapped them with something rope-like. To prevent me from moving away, it was tied around my wrists like a rope, and it passed through my chest as if to hold down the center of my right upper arm. My left upper arm was also tightly gripped, and my wrists were hoisted high behind my back, my freedom easily taken away. My gaze fell to the front of my chest, and what came into view was a light brown object, that made a creaking sound with the slightest struggle. I could only writhe, "Mmm... mmm..." feeling the pain of being bound by the rope. "Don't worry, Sister Kotoko, I'll tie you up and take you away!" Behind Kayo, who said this with a smile, Minagi and Akiho were holding ropes. Despite my desperate pleas to refuse, she, with a neatness and strength unbefitting a first-year student, connected the rope Minagi had previously tied around my wrists to the one that had just been clamped onto my upper arm. My wrists were now held more securely and stably, but they were completely fixed, and I couldn't change their position by my own will. This alone was enough, and then Akiho adjusted the rope, passing it under my chest. My chest, which had only been slightly developing, was coordinated by Akiho's rope, which made her feel extremely ashamed. Moreover, each time the rope passed through, the direct contact with the front of my shirt stimulated my chest, and a white mist clouded my vision. Now, if I weren't being pulled by the rope behind me, supported by Kayo and Minagi, I would have probably collapsed from my legs.