Kidnapping and framing the ultimate schoolteacher

"Sakura, did I hurt you?" Yuta Nakamura felt guilty this time, and was a bit more cautious. "Hmph, when did I say I was in pain! Keep tying, make it tighter, it's the last time anyway!" Reiko Nijino didn't fall for it, and snorted with dissatisfaction. You said it yourself! Yuta Nakamura didn't hesitate. He grabbed Reiko Nijino's forearm and pulled them together with all his might. Then, he followed suit and tied six ropes above, binding them tightly. The force of the binding directly caused Sakura's forearms to bend backward and press tightly against each other. He then tightly bound her elbows, and the dense ropes forced Sakura to maintain an extreme "reverse Guan Yin" pose. Fortunately, her body was extremely flexible, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure such an extreme binding method. "Mmmph~" Even though Reiko Nijino's arms were numb from such severe binding, she had just made a bold statement and couldn't go back on her word. She could only grit her teeth and endure with all her might. However, as the lust within her rose, the feeling of the ropes digging into her skin was no longer just pain. Instead, there was an indescribable tingling sensation, a feeling of fullness and an inability to stop. The extreme binding technique caused Reiko Nijino's proud breasts to involuntarily perk up. Yuta Nakamura took the opportunity to divide the ropes into two sets and forcefully dig them into the roots of her breasts. The two sets of six ropes each then bound Sakura's upper arms, wrapping them densely inside and out. Ropes were tied vertically in every gap between her breasts and arms to reinforce them, making Sakura's upper arms bulge unevenly like a "meat gourd." The knots of the tightened ropes converged at Sakura's wrists, then split into two, wrapping around her fair neck, tracing along her collarbones downwards, and finally all converging into the cleavage between Sakura's breasts, tightening there. This made the ropes bound around the roots of her breasts resemble an "8" shaped shackle, directly binding Sakura's full, large breasts to protrude, even the fabric on her chest made a sound of being unable to bear the strain and tearing. Her proud breasts were clearly more than doubled in size from the binding. "Huuu? So, so tight~ Wh-what kind of binding is this now!" Reiko Nijino felt her entire upper body completely bound together by the ropes. Basically, moving her arms or shaking her body would pull on all the ropes. She muttered softly with a hint of annoyance, but the feeling of fullness from the ropes digging into her skin made her intoxicated. "Sakura, what did you say?" "N-nothing, why are you so worried! Just tie me properly~ Hiss, ah?!" A blush spread across Reiko Nijino's pretty face. She didn't want him to know her thoughts. Yuta Nakamura didn't indulge her whims and continued to connect the ropes to the roots of her breasts. Then, he wove a diamond-shaped rope net around Sakura's slender waist, circle by circle. The ropes converged at her lower back and were pulled tight. Sakura immediately gasped, feeling as if her waist was being squeezed in by more than an inch, almost unable to catch her breath.

"Nikaido Takuma, what exactly are you up to?" the leading yakuza bosses, the most powerful among them, sneered and questioned. They had all been thoroughly dominated by Nikaido Sakura, with most of their territories swallowed by the Nikaido syndicate. Now, they were barely clinging to one or two tiny scraps of land, struggling to survive. Even after Nikaido Sakura's retirement, they hadn't recovered, so they dared not refuse the Nikaido family's invitation. However, their reverence for Nikaido Takuma, a mere son-in-law, had significantly diminished. "Naturally, as I announced, I'm here to present you all with a grand gift!" Nikaido Takuma placed the travel case on the conference table and opened it directly. There, Nikaido Sakura, clad in a luxurious purple dress, purple stockings, and high heels, was revealed to everyone without reservation. Her arms, encased in long purple gloves, were tightly secured behind her back with ropes in a European straight-arm restraint. Her clasped hands were forced into fists, tightly wrapped with layers of tape, ensuring not a single finger could move. Her slender legs, within the purple stockings, were spread apart, thighs and calves pressed together. Her ankles were tied to her thighs with ropes, and her calves were bound tightly against the middle of her thighs. From now on, no matter how she struggled, she could only maintain this humiliating spread-legged posture, unable to close her legs to conceal her dripping, moist core. "What?! This, this is that woman, Nikaido Sakura?! You, you actually did it!" The bald, burly man at the forefront exclaimed in shock. The others also crowded around, their faces filled with astonishment, marveling at the sight of Nikaido Sakura, bound so tightly she couldn't move. "Nikaido Takuma, this woman is your wife, isn't she? What do you mean by bringing her to us tied up like this! Are you two in cahoots, planning to trap us all?" one of the leaner yakuza bosses, a cautious man, eyed the unconscious and bound Nikaido Sakura with a shifting, uncertain gaze. "Heh, if Nikaido Sakura wanted to eliminate you all, she would have just given the order. Would she need to resort to such methods?" Nikaido Takuma mercilessly exposed their suspicion, silencing everyone present with a single sentence. Those present were the yakuza bosses Nikaido Sakura had disdained to deal with in the past. The capable ones had already been cemented into barrels and sunk into Tokyo Bay. For Sakura to deal with the people before her would have been a mere word. Indeed, there was no need for any special methods. "Then, what exactly do you mean?" they asked, confused. "Heh, Takuma intends to mend fences with you all. This Nikaido Sakura is naturally the grand gift I'm offering as an apology!" As Nikaido Takuma spoke, he lifted the bound Sakura from the travel case and, facing her stunningly beautiful face, delivered several harsh slaps. "Mmmph?!" The unconscious Nikaido Sakura was instantly awakened. She instinctively thrashed her bound, delicate body, her small mouth emitting sounds of shame and humiliation. Upon realizing she was tied in an incredibly humiliating "M" position, she was overcome with shame and fury, struggling desperately with her alluring, purple-stockinged legs, trying to bring them together.

"Hmph, then I'll have your chief personally untie me. I want to see who issued such a shameless order." Sakura Nikodou hesitated for a moment. The sight of the ropes instinctively repelled her. After all, she had just regained her freedom and was about to be bound again. How could she accept it with peace of mind? It was true that the king of hell was easy to deal with, but the minor devils were troublesome. However, Sakura did need to create an alibi at the Metropolitan Police Department before Hayato made his move. She then tried to comfort herself, thinking that being bound was fine. Surely the Metropolitan Police Department of Tokyo wouldn't dare to do anything improper to her. If they did, the Nikodou family alone wouldn't let them off. "Miss Sakura, this won't do!" Takuma Nikodou said anxiously from the side, trying to dissuade her. "Shut up. After I go to the Metropolitan Police Department, you help me call the old man and inform him of my whereabouts. I want to see how they plan to bind me!" Sakura Nikodou interrupted Takuma with a娇斥. "Then, Miss Sakura, we will have to offend you." The captain of the security detail said gratefully, and casually took out an exceptionally strong police rope. Sakura Nikodou, without a word, put her hands behind her back. The security captain immediately used the rope to bind Sakura's wrists together, wrapping it around six times, and then vertically tied two loops through the gap between her wrists, securing it tightly. He then continued upwards, repeating the process to tightly bind Sakura's forearms, the areas above and below her elbows, and her upper arms. Five sets of densely packed ropes encased Sakura's hands, which were clasped together within her long purple silk gloves, binding them tightly. It was as if she had been fitted with a pair of restraints made of rope, fixing her arms behind her back so tightly that not even a sliver of space was visible. "Hiss~ This is too much! Do all of you at the Metropolitan Police Department bind people like this?" Such tight restraints reminded Sakura of the humiliating experience of being tricked and tied up by Yuta Nakamura before, and she instinctively felt a strong aversion. She said with considerable displeasure. "We apologize, Miss Sakura. This is the standard restraint method stipulated by the Metropolitan Police Department for binding individuals with extraordinary skills. We are merely following procedure." The security captain replied neither subserviently nor arrogantly. His formal tone actually dispelled some of Sakura's displeasure, but soon, she let out another娇斥, because the security captain, without regard for consequences, used the rope to bind Sakura's firm breasts within her low-cut dress. "What are you doing?! Do you also have regulations for binding breasts? Ugh~ What is the point of this, besides making people uncomfortable!" "We are truly sorry, Miss Sakura, we are just following procedure." The security captain paused his movements and asked a team member for a manual titled "Metropolitan Police Department's Special Personnel Restriction Methods." He opened it and presented it to Sakura. Inside, a man in a security uniform was clearly depicted in a turtle-tie bondage. It was likely an internal training manual. "Alright, go ahead and bind me... Hiss, ugh~" Sakura Nikodou felt a wave of nausea just looking at it and hastily interrupted him. The next second, she felt two sets of ropes digging tightly into the base of her breasts. Following that, each set was tightly wound five or six times, inside and out, encompassing her arms, which were already fixed behind her back in a straight-arm bind. Her pair of large breasts, coyly peeking out from beneath her purple low-cut dress, were instantly squeezed to an immense fullness by the ropes. Sakura Nikodou's breasts still bore the fading bruises from before, and with the ropes now digging in so fiercely, she couldn't help but let out a soft groan. However, the binding of her breasts was not yet complete. The security captain pulled two ropes from the middle of her bound upper arms, looped them up over Sakura's exposed fair back, passed them down on either side of her neck over her delicate collarbones, and finally converged them in the deep cleavage of her breasts, pulling them taut against the horizontal ropes binding her chest. "Ugh?!" Sakura Nikodou let out a娇吟, and the pair of faintly visible, round jade breasts in front of her were further constricted by the ropes, causing them to spring up. After the security captain tightened the knot, the ropes around her chest resembled an "8" shaped handcuff, embedding themselves into the base of Sakura's breasts. They squeezed her large breasts until they were incredibly swollen, like two balloons with their ends tied off, more than doubling their size. The security captain then added several vertical knots to the gaps between the horizontal ropes binding her arms and chest, tightening them further and causing her large breasts to swell even more. "Ugh~ It hurts! Is it necessary to bind them this tightly? I already said I would cooperate with you!" Sakura Nikodou suddenly turned her head and娇斥ed in exasperation. Such professional technique left her breasts and arms aching, almost completely numb. It was worse than any of the previous times she had been bound, and she couldn't bear it. "We apologize, Miss Sakura, we are merely following procedure. There may be media coverage along the way, and if the restraints are too simple, it would be difficult to explain to them. Please bear with us until we reach the Metropolitan Police Department!" The security captain's response remained mechanical, but his actions did not cease. After wrapping the ropes around Sakura's breasts, he continued downwards, binding her waist, which was cinched by her purple corset. He wound the ropes around and around, incorporating her forearms, which were clasped behind her back, into the binding of her slender waist. The tight corset had already significantly narrowed Sakura's waist, and the security captain now added three sets of densely packed ropes, each consisting of seven or eight strands, continuously tightening them. This further cinched Sakura's already firm waist by more than an inch, causing even the corset to emit "creaking" sounds of being overloaded. "Hmph, ugh~ Damn it! I can barely breathe!" Her tightened waist made it difficult for Sakura Nikodou to breathe. She had to gasp for air, her pair of incredibly swollen breasts rising and falling violently, making the ropes already embedded in them even tighter, causing her entire body to ache. Subsequently, the security captain proceeded to tie vertical knots in the gaps of the ropes that wrapped around Sakura's elbows and forearms, tightening them. This instantly bound her arms to her upper body as one. Such tight, multi-layered binding forced Sakura to lift her head and chest in a humiliating posture. From the front, it looked as if she was born without arms. Her shapely upper body was covered in dense ropes, appearing incredibly shameful.

Her body writhed instinctively, struggling against the restraints. Her small mouth emitted sounds of shame and humiliation. Discovering she was bound in the incredibly degrading "M" position, she was consumed by mortification and desperately thrashed her alluring legs clad in purple stockings, attempting to clamp them together. "Hmph, mmmph!" Takuma, you damn bastard! You despicable scoundrel! Let me go! But the strict ropes made even the slightest movement a luxury for Sakura, no matter how she writhed, her swollen, throbbing cunt remained exposed without reservation. She was held in Nidoukai Takuma's arms, twisting and struggling in utter shame. "My god, that woman's really been caught?! She can't move at all, like a piece of meat!" The assembled yakuza bosses exclaimed in awe as they watched Nidoukai Sakura's humiliating struggles and seductive thrashing. "Ugh, huh?! Mmmph mmmph mmmph?!" Where is this?! Damn it, who are these people?! Nidoukai Takuma, you, you dare... The exclamations of the crowd drew Nidoukai Sakura's attention. She looked around in panic, realizing that all those present were the leaders of yakuza organizations she had once ravaged. Seeing them all staring at her with lust in their eyes, and realizing the extent of her shameful and helpless state, Sakura immediately let out a series of panicked screams. "Ooooh?!" Bastards! You mongrels, don't look at meeee!!! I'll kill you all!!! Sakura then let out another scream of utter shame. Takuma had pressed her onto the table and spread her legs, clad in purple stockings and high heels, forcing her pussy, tightly constricted by the crotch rope, to be displayed to everyone without reservation. At this moment, Sakura was bound with her legs folded back, her calves bent. This meant Takuma only needed to hold her knees, and Sakura could only maintain the incredibly humiliating "M" leg position, exposing her ravaged cunt. "My god, what a slutty cunt! It's still dripping even now! I never thought the legendary queen of the yakuza would end up like this!" Everyone marveled, but due to Sakura's lingering reputation, none dared to step forward easily. "What are you all waiting for? The chance for revenge is right before you. Don't you want to ravage this bitch who once trampled you underfoot?" Takuma squeezed Sakura's swollen, large breasts forcefully with his hand, and a gush of white milk instantly spurted out. "Ughhh?!" Milk? Spurted? It spurted out?! You, what did you do to my body?! Bastard, let, let me go! In such a humiliating posture before her former enemies, Nidoukai Sakura was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but she could do nothing. She could only glare at them with humiliated eyes, which, however, intimidated the yakuza bosses, preventing them from approaching due to Sakura's imposing aura. "I'm sure you've all heard about how Nidoukai Sakura forced all the male students in her class a few days ago. Not only did this bitch do such a shameless thing, but after it was exposed, she even sent people to silence them. The deaths of over a dozen poor boys have shocked the entire nation of Fusou. I'm only bringing this shameless bitch to justice by acting against my own kin. So, please, enjoy yourselves today. Nidoukai Sakura has committed such heinous acts; even if she disappears, she'll be considered a fugitive fleeing justice. You don't need to worry about anything!" Takuma, seeing these once powerful figures acting so cowardly, couldn't help but secretly despise them, but he still earnestly advised them.