Unyielding Imperial Concubine 2997

The veneer of perfect beauty concealed layers of restraint and confinement, leaving the bride restless. Yet, no matter how hard she struggled, only the hem of her skirt would ripple slightly. Her hands were actually folded behind her back, so tightly bound that even the slightest movement of her fingers was impossible. The constant pulling and pain caused her to squirm subtly, but that was the extent of her movement. Her shoulders were draped in a snow-white shawl, perfectly covering her bound arms while accentuating the slender waist and graceful lines. Beneath the opulent gown, her legs were also tightly folded, pressed against her buttocks. What appeared to be a demure, ladylike posture was actually her sitting on her own legs, unable to move even her toes. She was firmly fixed in place, and due to the intense binding and kneeling posture, her limbs had long since gone numb. Her limbs were replaced with prosthetics from the joints, leaving her completely at the mercy of others for even waving or walking! She let out another muffled sound, a faint "Mmmph," her mouth unable to open even a fraction. The only syllables she could produce were barely audible. Her eyes could only see the beautiful bride in the wedding dress in the mirror before her, moving slightly with her own subtle shifts, only to be pulled back to her original position by an unseen force. The dazzling wedding dress, rather than being a symbol of joy, felt more like a cage, firmly imprisoning her body and preventing her from expressing even the slightest dissatisfaction. The fabric, which appeared to be woven from tulle and other soft materials, was actually a memory-synthesized material used in spacecraft. Once formed into a wedding dress under specific conditions, it presented a holy and enchanting appearance. However, any slight relaxation would cause it to revert, ensuring the bride maintained a perfect image during this most sacred moment. The inner corset held its own secrets. As the ultimate tool for maintaining the bride's figure, no effort was spared. A substance harvested from Mars, used to increase tensile strength and reduce mass, was mixed with the fabric. Though as thin as a cicada's wing, its pressure reached millions of pascals, capable of compressing even a burly man into this tiny corset. It flawlessly sculpted the bride's perfect curves and elegant physique, deeming any slight protrusion or deformation a desecration. The numbness and pain in her limbs made her want to scream countless times. She was already drenched in cold sweat, her face contorted in discomfort. Yet, to the outside observer, her face remained unchanged. A mask concealed her pained and twisted expression, hiding any possible facial cues, leaving only a frozen, sweet smile, as beautiful as a fairytale princess. This smile, peeking from beneath the white veil, added an air of mystery and nobility. She struggled helplessly, the intricate and heavy wedding dress making it difficult to breathe. The tight corset further compressed her already limited breathing space, forcing her to take shallow, rapid breaths to avoid passing out from oxygen deprivation. Each breath required pushing against the corset for even a sliver of relief, draining her energy. The pain in her shoulders and the intense constriction constantly disrupted her breathing, leaving her dizzy and her vision blurred. Her increasingly rapid heartbeat pounded in her head like a hammer. She wanted to struggle, but it was in vain. Her body felt as if it were fused to the spot, any ungraceful movement impossible. She cursed Lin Yuhan a thousand times in her heart. He had promised only a superficial restraint for the wedding, but upon waking, she found herself in this state. Now, not only could she not resist, but even moving was entirely controlled by others. This suffocating, unbearable feeling made her want to smash Lin Yuhan's smug face! Suddenly, her vision shifted. Her body felt lighter as someone helped her up. The prosthetics automatically moved with the other person's steps, but her lower body jolted abruptly. The stimulation made her want to bend over, but the corset's restriction forced her to hold her head high and chest out. Following the prosthetics' pace, she stepped out of the dressing room. She was like a marionette, her body and head movements rigidly controlled. An invisible neck brace and incredibly powerful mechanical prosthetics constantly corrected any ungraceful behavior, guiding her into the most elegant and captivating stride. With a sweet, slightly shy smile, she entered the wedding hall under the gaze of all.

I slammed down, flipping over and straddling her. Little Ke, covering her mouth with a giggle, slipped out, closing the door behind her. I tore open Lin Yuhan's top and pants, revealing her breasts, which were barely an A-cup. Heh, small breasts have their advantages too. I leaned down and took one into my mouth, sucking, while my left hand didn't forget to cup and knead her other breast. My right hand slid down to stimulate her nether regions. After enjoying my active advances for a while, Lin Yuhan playfully shifted. I continued my kisses upwards, to her lips. After a wet, hazy kiss, just as I was about to thrust my spear in, I felt my body flip. I instantly went from top to bottom. Before I could even turn back, my hands were pinned behind my back and locked. Then, before I could resist, Lin Yuhan drove my shaft home. I surged forward, instantly penetrating to the deepest point, letting out a comfortable groan. Lin Yuhan's movements then became increasingly fierce and bold, but I never gained the upper hand, especially with my arms still restrained! The wedding dress was already torn to shreds, and the corset was nowhere to be found. My hands and feet, however, were spread wide and tied to the bed, waiting for her to work her magic. She moved wildly, changing positions, and I let out moans and gasps that grew heavier. Suddenly, my hands and feet were unbound, and just as I was about to push her down, my legs were bent up, pressed against my buttocks, and chained. A gag was shoved into my mouth, silencing my intended protests, and a blindfold was added. I could only make helpless muffled sounds, unable to even resist with my hands. Darkness enveloped my vision. I thrashed desperately, trying to break free, instinctively letting out "Mmmph!" sounds, but Lin Yuhan pinned me down, pressing me into the bed. She flipped me over, my back to her, and began a new round of assault! I was once again lost in helplessness, at her mercy. My breasts were constantly kneaded into various shapes, and my lower half grew harder. These breasts were truly magical! As she kissed my nipples, I felt electric currents coursing through me, as if all my strength was being drained away, leaving only my cock stubbornly erect! After six rounds, just as I was catching my breath, she lowered her head and began to lick my now-softening shaft with her mouth. My eyes snapped open. Not again?! I gasped for air, trying to stop her, but with my mouth gagged, I could only breathe through my nose. The exertion left me dizzy, with signs of oxygen deprivation! Damn it! This gag was so tight. I tried to signal her to remove it, but it was useless. Her teasing made my lower half harden again. No way! I sighed. She was going to drain me dry! I'm not a bottomless pit! I tried to roll away. Before I had even turned halfway, Lin Yuhan pulled me back, pressing her entire body onto mine. No matter how much I struggled, it was futile. For the first time, I felt how much weaker I had become! Then, the gag was removed from my mouth. Before I could speak, a pill was popped into my mouth, and the gag was replaced. I watched helplessly as my lower half became engorged again, hardening involuntarily. This time, it was even more ravenous than before! My eyes widened, staring at her red-rimmed. Was this woman insane? I struggled desperately, but I was simply released. Before I could even catch my breath, another session began! Even though I was unbound, I had no strength left to struggle. I just lay there, until finally, I lost count. It was only when my cock could no longer harden that I was released. Gasping for air, I tried to sit up to wash away the filth. As soon as I sat up, my vision went black, and I fainted. "No more, I can't take it anymore, please let me go!" I begged repeatedly, my voice hoarse with tears. But my arms were tied to a stripper pole, my body pressed against it, bound with stockings. I could only twist in a small radius, circling the pole, but it was useless. I cried out, wanting her to stop, but the thrusts from below became even more forceful. It was as if my cries were a catalyst, not eliciting pity or sympathy, but only intensifying her actions. The pleasure that flooded my mind made my consciousness fade into mere pleas, but my voice grew softer, more seductive, blurring the line between begging for mercy and begging for more...

To win again, she would have to undergo the transformation into a mermaid. While the procedure sounded simple, it wasn't something one could casually undertake in modern society. Although reversible, it carried significant side effects. This meant Lanlan had to truly become a mermaid to have any chance of avoiding being turned into a doll. "Do you really want to be transformed into a mermaid?" "I... I actually do!" Lanlan wiped her tears and smiled. "Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be a mermaid, like those beautiful mermaid sisters, so light and elegant! But I don't want my parents to force me into this transformation, and to have to win a gold medal. I feel like a commodity, being haggled over!" A wave of sadness washed over me. I comforted her, "If you truly like it, then go for it! You can still discuss the outcome with your parents. They're family, talk it through slowly, and there will always be a solution!" I wasn't sure if I was saying the right thing, but at least, my imagined parents wouldn't pressure their children like this. After all, everyone wants their children to succeed. If they're forced to do something they don't want to, it's a headache for everyone, so what's the point! Suddenly, I found myself missing my own parents. I thought of their smiles, their genuine cheers of joy when I won awards, their nagging concerns for me, and... and... But I could no longer see them! They had passed away hundreds of years ago. By now, I probably couldn't even find their tombstones! I couldn't help but feel melancholic. Turning to look at Lin Yuhan, my eyes welled up with tears. Damn it, why was I so prone to crying! Had being pampered by Lin Yuhan like a woman turned my mindset into that of a woman? "What's wrong?" Lin Yuhan quickly came over and hugged me. A sliver of comfort spread through me. Perhaps, this was the only person I could trust right now! Although sometimes he was annoyingly controlling, what else could be bad about him? "Sister, your husband really dotes on you!" Lanlan whispered slyly from the side. My face flushed. However, her calling me "sister" made it clear she had misunderstood. But seeing her so engrossed, she had probably forgotten her earlier sadness. Fine, I wouldn't correct her! The restraints Huang Zihan was wearing were the latest from Penglai, not even uploaded online. Lin Yuhan was temporarily stumped and had to send someone to fetch an expert with the necessary tools to release her. However, since there was a circulation system inside, they could only position her in the most comfortable posture and use sleep-inducing incense to help her drift off. At least, sleeping would be more comfortable than being awake. I couldn't help but recall the terrifying, painful sensation of restraint during the wedding. I shot Lin Yuhan a fierce glare. He looked at me, bewildered. Seeing Huang Zihan settled, he quickly plastered on a smile and said, "Yun'er, I apologize. I promise not to do that to you again. It's just royal protocol, a necessary evil! But I have some good news, do you want to hear it?" "What is it?" I wasn't paying attention to his change of subject. Inwardly, I understood, but I just couldn't vent my frustration.