Tightly Bound Magic Pact [End of Volume 1]

Charis also realized how alluring her current indecent state was. The stark contrast with her strong sense of self-esteem made her feel both ashamed and annoyed, especially with her bare feet on the ground, her tender, pale feet being ogled by these perverts. Charis felt so embarrassed that she wanted to dig two four-room apartments out of the ground with her delicate feet. "Mmph! Wh-mmph! What!!" Charis cried out in shame and anger, but her voice, originally as clear and melodious as a lark's, was muffled by the stocking in her mouth, making it indistinct. Instead, it sounded more like she was teasing and pleasing these scoundrel men. Field continued to gaze at Charis with a lecherous eye, showing no intention of releasing the other hostage. Charis, furious, extended her jade-like fingers towards the untrustworthy bandits, babbling incoherently, as if accusing them. "Don't rush, noble and beautiful mage lady. See, we've released one meat-shield hostage. As for the other one... we'll need you to put this on first." As he spoke, Field's subordinate produced a strange metal collar, adorned with crystals that emitted a purple glow. "Mmph?" Charis naturally didn't know what this thing was for, and let out a few confused, delicate moans. However, before negotiating further with these bandits, she needed to put her shoes back on. Charis picked up the shoes she had kicked off earlier and put them back on. Although her delicate feet lacked the adornment of white stockings this time, it added a touch of natural, harmonious beauty. Field tossed the collar at Charis's feet, then tightened his grip on the meat-shield hostage in front of him, holding a sharp knife to her throat. It seemed that if Charis refused, he would immediately eliminate this woman. "No! Mmph?!" Charis was startled by his fierce and malicious demeanor. She quickly bent down and picked up the collar from the ground, fearing for the safety of the pitiable meat-shield hostage. Holding the iron collar, Charis could feel the magical energy near her small hands rapidly draining away, as if being repelled by the collar. This meant that if she wore it, her magic casting power would be greatly diminished. How did these people get their hands on something like this??? Charis hesitated, then looked up at Field and the bandits behind him. A collar that restricted magic shouldn't be here. Charis remembered seeing similar magic-restricting artifacts in the alchemist master Xinjide's laboratory, but each one was incredibly expensive to forge. Seeing Charis hesitate, Field felt a pang of unease. This item was given to him by his superiors specifically for capturing beautiful female mages. He wondered if this woman had discovered something amiss. Charis was indeed hesitant, but her hesitation stemmed from the shame and vulgarity of wearing such an ugly collar. Yet, deep down, a different thought seemed to stir within her. An intense curiosity urged her to put it on and try it out. As for the magic restriction? Charis didn't take it seriously at all. It was a joke. Such a thing might greatly restrict ordinary mages, but she was the youngest Archmage on the continent!!! One must know that a prerequisite skill for becoming an Archmage was the ability to initially create magical elements independently. Therefore, even if this collar restricted mages from drawing upon the magical elements of heaven and earth, an Archmage could still cast spells with ease. Charis's strong vanity and an inexplicable craving deep within her finally overcame her reserve. As if possessed, Charis slipped the collar around her fair, smooth neck. "Click," the sound of a buckle echoed as the collar locked onto her neck. Being made of metal, the sudden weight on her delicate shoulders made her uncomfortable. Coupled with the sensation of the surrounding magical elements being driven away, Charis felt even more uneasy. "Mmph! Mmph-mmph!!!" After putting on the collar, Charis wanted to urge Field to quickly release the other female hostage. But at this moment, her mouth was completely filled with saliva and the used stockings she had worn, making it impossible to utter a single clear word. She could only flail her arms in anger. Seeing this, Field couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He casually pushed the woman in front of him towards Charis, while secretly signaling his subordinates behind him to prepare for action.

Charis snapped her fingers lightly, and the ropes binding Ilis seemed to come alive. Every spot that had loosened from her struggles tightened again. "Mmph mmph!! Ah mmph!! Mmph mmph!!!!" These damned ropes!!! Ilis, filled with shame and fury, could only bite down harder on the small silicone ball wedged between her teeth. But this elastic gag was incredibly torturous and uncomfortable for her at this moment. Her pent-up rage had nowhere to go, leaving her in a fit of impotent fury. "Oh? Still not settling down, are we?! Then... let's try this." Charis smiled playfully and manipulated the ropes on Ilis once more. "Mmph!! No!!! Mmph mmph!!!", Ilis felt her white-stockinged legs, bound together by the ropes, being forced to fold as the ropes pulled. Then, a rope extended from where it was tied to her ankles, stretching all the way to the knot on her back and connecting there. "Mmph??! Nn?!", Ilis seemed to realize something and began to struggle wildly against the rope's pull. She tried desperately to straighten her white-stockinged legs, but ultimately couldn't overcome the tightening ropes. She was forced into a bent position, her entire body bound into a tight knot, forming a "four horses with their hooves tied" pose. Damn it!!! Ilis refused to give up struggling. She couldn't believe she had fallen into the hands of this little brat. It seemed this woman had set a trap for her on a whim, and she had actually fallen for it. Calming herself, she constantly thought about how to escape. She looked up and down at the woman before her, searching her mind for information, trying to guess who this woman really was. Seeing that Ilis had finally succumbed to her dominance, Charis clapped her hands gleefully. She was so good at "winning people over with virtue"! She must have been awestruck by my kindness and wisdom!!! "Mmph mmph!!", Ilis, forced to lie prone on the bed, pouted forward, signaling her surrender and wanting Charis to remove the gag. She had something to say. Charis raised an eyebrow. She believed Ilis, bound like a human dumpling by her black ropes, couldn't possibly escape any tricks she might try. Thus, she didn't worry too much and reached behind Ilis's head, unlocking the small lock on the gag's strap and removing the ball, now dripping with Ilis's clear saliva. "Cough... You're Charis, the Seventh Princess of Aslan?!", Ilis, before her mouth could even recover from the numbness of being held open for so long, looked at the beautiful woman before her with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "I am the great adventurer Charis!", Charis flicked Ilis on the forehead with her little hand, seemingly very displeased that she only knew of her princess title. Ilis, in pain, gritted her teeth and endured, refraining from retaliating. This little brat, I admit defeat this time. But don't let me catch you in my hands again!!! "Why did you frame me! I don't believe I've offended royalty anywhere!!", Ilis said. Though her words sounded righteous, she couldn't help but nervously clench her jade-like hands. "I captured you to uphold justice! Hmph!! You've kidnapped and abused so many civilian girls in the Black Market. That alone is enough to sentence you to life imprisonment! And you ask me why I framed you??", Charis exclaimed. The thought of her good friend Shirley almost falling victim made her blood boil.

The colossal black rift in the sky did not disappear, and elite soldiers of the setting sun continued to pour out of it. Leticia, her expression icy, gazed down at the imperial capital engulfed in continuous warfare. "Leticia, do you know what you're doing?! Let me go, you bitch!!" Behind Leticia, clad in a dark moon-colored gown, a similarly stunning and gentle woman shrieked in fury. Her delicate body, dressed in a pure white sacred gown, was tightly bound by golden magic-nullifying ropes. Her hands were clasped behind her back, restrained into a 'W' shape, her arms and wrists locked to her upper body, rendering her immobile. Beneath the ornate gown, a pair of slender, beautiful legs could be seen pressed tightly together. Her bare, delicate feet, peeking out from under the hem of her skirt, appeared to be securely bound by ropes at the ankles, forcing the woman to writhe on the ground like a caterpillar, humiliated and unable to stand. "Grice, I know what I'm doing, but I also ask you to recognize your situation. You are nothing more than my prisoner now," Leticia said indifferently. Her face was still grim; maintaining the massive teleportation array for so long had taken a significant toll on her. "You bitch, Master Morey will never forgive you when he returns!!" Grice said, filled with shame and indignation. She could only watch as her former beloved senior disciple systematically delivered enemies into the heart of the capital. "Morey, that old fossil probably fled long ago. Grice, if you are willing to follow me, I can release you right now. You can still be a priestess of the Tower of Dawn, and I will still be your senior disciple. But if..." Leticia patiently persuaded her magic-less junior disciple. "Pah! You bitch... Mmmph?! Ughh!!" Before Grice could finish, she felt something jam her mouth open. A massive ice block was forced between her teeth, and no matter how hard her tongue tried, she couldn't push it out. "I am disappointed. You are still so stubborn. Do you really think Caroline, with that artifact, can ruin our years of planning and effort?" Leticia shook her head, a look of disappointment on her face. "The imperial capital is already an empty shell. All the supreme Saint-tier powerhouses are gone. Since you refuse to submit to me, you will join the others." As soon as she finished speaking, a black hole suddenly appeared on the ground where Grice stood, and she plummeted directly into it, landing in the dungeons of the Tower of Dawn, where many other mage maidens were already bound and imprisoned. The Tower of Dawn was the magical holy land of Aslan, from which almost all mages originated. Led by the Saint Archmage Morey, it boasted seven Archmages, including the recently promoted Charis. However, only three were present in the capital at this time: Leticia, Grice, and Charis. Unfortunately, the latter two had lost their combat ability and were now prisoners. Leticia felt no ripple of emotion as she personally sent her junior disciple, whom she had watched grow up, into the dungeon. She hated Aslan, and she hated her master, Morey, even more. She wanted to prove that she was the one with the greatest magical talent, the one who deserved to inherit the Tower of Dawn, filled with forbidden mysteries. It was precisely because of the lack of assistance from the mages that the Aslan imperial capital fell so quickly. With the innate advantage of the mages and the continuous supply of magical elements from the Tower of Dawn, they could have easily secured advantageous terrain and unleashed magic to repel the enemy. To say nothing of fifty years ago, when Morey, then an Archmage, fought on par with two Saint-tier powerhouses of the beast race, relying on the terrifying magical fluctuations of the Tower of Dawn.

Under Vilia's soothing caresses, Olly surprisingly lost her initial fear. She widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Vilia, saying, "Then... then what... it feels so strange..." "Don't rush, Princess Olly. It's natural to feel a bit unaccustomed to a vibrator the first time. But to allow my dear sister to fully and deeply experience the wonders of this toy, I need to restrain your limbs. This way, you can fully immerse yourself in its marvelous sensations. Is that alright?" Vilia said softly, her seductive words laced with an irresistible allure that made Olly instinctively nod. With Olly's consent, Vilia's smile bloomed even more radiantly. She affectionately took Olly's small hand and led her to a rack. "What is this??" Olly looked up in confusion at the strangely shaped iron rack. Two thick iron bars crossed to form an X shape, with a leather handcuff at each of the top ends. "Your Highness, this rack is no ordinary object. It's forged from deep-sea mithril, giving it a peculiar coolness to the touch. As for its strength, even a warrior who has cultivated to the sixth-tier Grandmaster realm cannot break it. Come, Your Highness, give me your hand." Vilia extended her delicate hand, taking Olly's restless little hand and gently raising it above her head. She then cuffed Olly's wrists to the two ends of the X-shaped rack, thus forcing Olly's arms to be held above her head. "Clink! Clink!" Olly tried to struggle her small hands, finding that the handcuffs firmly restricted her movements. Her back occasionally brushed against the iron rack, and the biting cold penetrated her thin dress, making her uncomfortable. "Is this alright now!" Even though Olly had agreed to try, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and annoyed in this restrained state. She decided that if this thing called a vibrator wasn't as fun as Vilia claimed, she would demand an explanation. Vilia displayed her uniquely captivating smile, a hint of imperceptible mockery playing on her lips. She extended a jade finger and lightly snapped her fingers. In the next moment, the vibrators inside both her and Olly's underwear suddenly began to vibrate. "W-what?!" Olly, who had been struggling slightly, suddenly felt her private parts between her white-stockinged legs under attack. The slight vibration made her let out an involuntary moan, caught off guard. But she quickly realized her lapse and suppressed the rising urge within, focusing her mind to resist the itching stimulation from below. "This thing!!! It's... it's so uncomfortable!!!" Olly, who had never experienced such things, was thoroughly overwhelmed by the little toy ravaging her secret garden. Her face immediately flushed crimson. She felt a tingling warmth flow from her private parts throughout her body, a sensation of discomfort mixed with a liberating pleasure. Olly's small hands clutched the restraints tightly. Helpless, she could only squeeze her legs together, trying to alleviate the shamefully unbearable vibrations. "Princess Olly, desire is something that should be guided, not suppressed. Forcing yourself to hold back is not good. Come, let me help you experience it more deeply." With that, Vilia, her pretty face also flushed, embraced Olly's waist. One of her jade hands held Olly's slender waist, while the other reached under Olly's skirt... "Wait, no!! Ahhh~~~~" Olly, who had been struggling and resisting out of shyness, let out a bone-chilling moan in the next moment. All her previous efforts to resist the ravings of the vibrator below were in vain. Vilia's small hand pressed the vibrator under her skirt, making it fit more snugly against Olly's private parts. The vibrations Olly felt became even more intense. "Does it feel good, Princess Olly? This is just the first setting. Come, let's increase the power a bit." Vilia said with a charming laugh. She also had a vibrator in her own skirt, but she was clearly accustomed to this mild stimulation. Only her pretty face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were a little hazy. But how could Olly endure it? She shook her head desperately, crying out in panic, "No!! Like this!!! Ah!! No!!! Wuwuwu......." Olly was still shouting when she felt her lips touch something soft. Startled, she opened her eyes to see Vilia's cherry lips kissing her. Olly felt a nimble, fragrant tongue forcefully pry open her lips and tangle with her own. For a moment, Olly almost couldn't breathe. "Buzz buzz buzz!!!" As the vibrator's frequency further increased, Olly could no longer bear it. Her delicate body began to tremble and writhe uncontrollably. But her restrained hands prevented her from removing the vibrator from under her skirt, forcing her to arch her hips back and forth, trying to vent her uncontrollable desire. "Wuwuwu!! Ahhh ahhh!!! Ahh!!"