Harakami Capture - Mona Chapter Water Mirror Chapter - Furniture Placement

Mona understood perfectly the desperate hope this poor mother was pinning on this single straw... She hadn't seen her child in two months. Her lips twitched, and Mona let out a helpless, dry chuckle, but she didn't refuse the mother's final, almost humble plea. She brought her legs together and, with effort, removed the glistening Vision embedded in her back, placing it into the silver metal sphere in her hand. As the Vision was fitted, the silver metal sphere's mechanism activated, locking shut. Water-blue energy veins, like the patterns on a leaf, emerged on the sphere's surface. For a moment, Mona felt as if some connection had been severed. She could clearly see the eye in the elemental world suddenly clouded over. She instinctively tried to pry the sphere open with her fingernails, asking Fithia with a hint of panic in her voice. "Hey... wait... wait a moment, Madam Fithia, why do I feel like the connection between me and my Vision has been cut off?" "Are you... are you sure you didn't give me the wrong thing... Ugh... How do I open this thing... It won't open, it's so hard!" "Ugh... Ah! Ah, it hurts!" "Severed... That's right! This is exactly how it should be! Just wait for a while, until this device opens again, and you can use the energy within to temporarily enhance the power your Vision can wield!"

As her ice-structured delicate body began to show fine cracks during Mona's desperate struggle, the little spider was clearly extremely displeased that her plan to further savor Mona's fear had been disrupted. She then parted her alluring red lips slightly, forcefully pinning Mona's arms behind her back in a "W" shape. Her forearms, encased in star-patterned armguards, and her wrists were especially tightly clasped against her shoulder blades and the curve of her back. Red lips sprayed a large amount of sticky silk to adhere her hands, simultaneously binding her wrists with a cross of silk to her back. Her forearms and upper arms, then pressed together, were similarly bound with silk ropes. Finally, silk was stretched through her armpits, tightening the silk ropes around her neck to restrict the maiden's further struggles and resistance. The fear that had been hidden in her heart for so long instantly materialized. Her black pupils contracted to their absolute limit, trembling. Her trembling throat let out a terrified scream. Her crimson lips parted with all her might, but only revealed a handkerchief, gradually moistened by saliva, between her snow-white teeth. Mona had no time to ponder why Fithia, who was still her companion this afternoon, would suddenly attack her. At this moment, within her mind, filled with knowledge, only one voice was screaming. "She's really still alive!"

"Heh heh, you're the most important collectible in my display room. Crying like this really ruins your former aesthetic—" "Hee hee~ Want to know what kind of toy you're about to become~ A very, very interesting~ and mysterious decorative piece, you know~" Mona absolutely did not want to know what Chang Yue had planned for her. All she wanted was to escape this environment, escape Mondstadt, and return to the old woman's side. Ideally, she never wanted to see this terrifying little sissy again, and instead focus on her research and the path of exploring the world's ultimate truths. Unfortunately, Chang Yue had no intention of giving Mona a chance to voice her opinions. Tears continued to stream from her tear ducts, but they were perfectly absorbed by the purple crystals embedded evenly along her lower eyelids. Her delicate face, previously wet with tears and snot, was once again dry. Apart from the damp handkerchief in her mouth and her still-moist nose tip, Mona seemed to have transformed back into the proud, mysterious, and unapproachable Grand Master Astrologer she once was. The young girl shook her head repeatedly, causing her twin ponytails to sway like a dog's tail. Although the tears from her eyes had been cleaned away, her perfectly round, pearl-like nose tip was still covered in mucus seeping from her nasal cavity. She occasionally pulled out a long silken thread. Moreover, her piercing cries had not subsided one bit due to the treatment of her tear ducts. Her trembling pupils stared at Chang Yue in terror. Her black pupils contracted to the size of needle tips, and her pearl-colored irises, rippling with water, reflected Chang Yue's figure, filled with an unparalleled, extreme fear. A cold smirk appeared on those thin red lips. The sweet curve of his mouth, reflected in Mona's lustrous, pearl-like starry eyes, was as terrifying as a deep abyss demon. Her nose, filled with fluid, was wiped clean by the handkerchief. Similarly, fine purple shards and viscous gel filled the crevices of her nostrils. After restoring Mona's exquisite face to a dry appearance, the gates of hell awaiting her were about to open— "Little Spider learned a lot from me, but there's one crucial thing she didn't quite grasp~" "Every different role, every different personality of a female dog, needs a suitable posture and placement method~"

The silk gag, tightened until her lips were drawn inward, was casually ripped away. A cerulean horse bit replaced the silk, stretching the girl's lips into a wide "O" shape. Her neat teeth clamped down hard on the firm bit, a trickle of clear saliva clinging to the smooth sphere, moistening the silk gag. The lewd and erotic bit, enhanced by the saliva, lent the mysterious astrologer an even more alluring demeanor. "Mmm-ngh... Ugh!?! Mmm... Mmm-ngh!!! Mmm!!! Mmm-mmm!!!!!" One fleshly opening was brutally sealed, a seductive purple gem embedded in the soft, pink flesh. Her bladder, like a small balloon, was stretched by 500ml of slime. The intense urge to urinate, like a small snake darting through her nerves, continuously stimulated Mona's aching, swollen sphincter muscles, causing her to twitch. The hard bit forced her pearly white teeth apart, and Mona almost thought her jaw would dislocate. The volume of her desperate whimpers suddenly dropped for a moment, then her tensed jaw muscles began to ache with extreme speed, causing the girl, held in Chang Yue's embrace, to shake her head uncontrollably. "Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm!"

The question that had long lingered in her heart finally found its answer. As the dim void cast its shadow upon Mona's head, and the mournful, despairing moans, like the crashing waves of the sea, reached her ears, Mona finally understood where the women who had troubled her day and night, who had mysteriously disappeared after being imprisoned by the long night, had gone… The bad news, however, was that she had now become one of them, possibly unable to ever leave this world, destined to become a living work of art. Her legs were crossed, her arms bound behind her back, her slender forearms pressed together against her cervical spine, her palms clasped, fingertips touching. Hard, cold ice cuffs held Mona's graceful form tightly against the ice pillar that pierced the hollow of her spine. A sturdy collar locked her neck to the straight ice pillar, preventing her from even lowering her head. Her slender fingers, wrapped in smooth black silk, were pressed tightly together, one by one. No matter how she struggled, the finger cuffs, like rings, were impossible to separate, allowing only the black silk fingertips, revealing the outline of her nails, to tremble gently. She struggled again, defiantly, twisting her legs and arms, but could only despairingly feel the taut ice chains pulling her firmly back to the seat. Forget separating her arms, which were already aching intensely, even lifting her legs or parting her crossed calves was a futile hope. Even with all the strength she could muster, her body could only sway slightly. She couldn't even manage to lift her dark blue hair, which hung down to the ground, and shake it. She could only stare blankly ahead, like an inanimate object. Beyond that… she could do nothing else. "Mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm…!" A faint whimper escaped Mona's lips, blending into

Not only that, but the small remote control in Xiao Qian's hand was also placed behind Mona. Two of the fingers, originally bound by five handcuffs, were released. Then, the small remote control was roughly shoved into her palm. Mona clasped her hands together, forcefully sandwiching the remote between her palms, before her fingers were re-cuffed. A faint whisper lingered by her ear, a soft reminder. "Of course, you can also try to use this remote to stop these little toys—hmmm~ It's just that this special remote has been modified by the Master to be pressure-controlled. If you want to deactivate the toys, you'll need to keep the remote device untouched for a period of time, my bitch—" "Hehehe... Mona, such an intelligent slave girl, must surely be able to find a way to stop those toys with ease~ Please do try your best. Whenever you get tired of playing, you can turn off this toy at any time..." Behind Mona, on a sturdy-looking safe, a black box adorned with mysterious purple patterns lay flat like an inanimate object, silently testifying to the unreliability of the 'promise' between master and servant. Her palm, clad in smooth black silk, closed again. The two fingers that had finally regained some freedom were brought together once more, and a cold, foreign object appeared in her palm, quickly warming to her body temperature. Mona froze, her tear-filled eyes looking at Xiao Qian in disbelief, a dry, helpless whimper escaping her throat. "(Are... are you kidding me... You... you take it out!!! How... how could I possibly take it out!!! Are... are you kidding me!! Stop torturing me!! No... don't do this! I beg you, please... don't... don't do this!!!!)" Her slender fingers twitched slightly. Mona's desperate yearning made her feel that even the freedom to move her fingers would be a form of happiness. She tried with all her might to separate her clasped palms, but even through the delicate black silk gloves, the veins and tendons on the back of Mona's hand stood out. Yet, her fingers and wrist, pressed tightly together, showed no sign of yielding. A desperate wail escaped her lips, translated by the aquamarine gag. Her hot tears were absorbed by the purple crystals. Her black silk-clad big toe pulled at the breast shield and black lace lining, making her nipples long and pointed. Her calves, wrapped in fuchsia and deep black stockings, crossed and pressed together, desperately trying to separate. But beneath the sturdy net, she was like a large crab with its pincers bound, unable to move beyond a slight tremor and friction.