"The World of Miroku" King's honor homage

Awakening from her memories, Wu Zetian's envoy had completed their inspection of the hostage. "Here are three thousand gold coins, a gift from the Empress." The speaker was Shangguan Wan'er, Wu Zetian's confidante, holding a heavy bag. She tossed it at A'Ke's feet. Beside Wan'er sat a young woman, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, clad in a tight-fitting blue archer's outfit. Her hands were neatly bound behind her back with rope as thick as a little finger. Her legs were pressed together, and her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs were all securely bound with rope. A short rope then connected her neck to her knees, forcing her into a kneeling position with her head bowed. Her eyes were covered by a thick, flesh-colored pantyhose, and a walnut-sized red gag ball was stuffed into her mouth, its presence clearly bulging her cheeks. It was evident that something had been shoved into her mouth before she was captured, and then the red gag ball was used to seal it from the outside. "Yu Ji, since last August, seventeen Assassin Heroic Spirits responsible for kidnappings have fallen at her hands. How did you manage to capture her?" Shangguan Wan'er laid the archer Heroic Spirit on her side on the ground. She took out a judge's brush from her sleeve and wrote the characters "女" (woman) and "又" (again) on the soles of Yu Ji's left and right feet, respectively. Then, she took out a stack of Xuan paper and wrote the characters "囚" (prisoner) and "车" (cart) on a clean sheet. In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a prisoner cart emerged from the Xuan paper. Two masked maids descended from it and together lifted the struggling Yu Ji onto the cart, securing her to the wooden frame with iron shackles. "This question doesn't seem to be part of the Empress's mission requirements." A'Ke shook her head, refusing to answer Shangguan Wan'er's question. "Just a casual inquiry." With that, Wan'er escorted the prisoner cart, along with the two masked maids, back to the Empress's imperial garden. After taking only a couple of steps, the heavy bag of gold was tossed back in front of Shangguan Wan'er. "I choose to be granted an audience with the Empress!" "Really?"

"Miro World, Prosperous Eastern Land, Chang'an City. 'Wuwuwu! Wuwuwuwu!' A Ke lay on her side on the Empress's bed, covered with white sheets and red carpets, struggling against the stimulating vibrations of two Holy Grails. Ever since Yang Guifei received the Empress's decree to leave Chang'an, A Ke had become the only companion for the human-shaped puppet Daji in the deep palace. Not only did she have to feed Daji with her milk on time every day, but she was also often toyed with and played with as Daji pleased. When she woke up today, A Ke found herself bound in the 'Four Horsemen' position. The black stockings in her mouth had been replaced with a pair of white panties and a large, fist-sized gag. Her arms were spread in a 'Y' shape, her wrists and elbows bound separately by red cotton ropes as thick as a little finger, and then covered with black dragon-skin restraint gloves. Daji had forcefully moved A Ke's silk-stocking-clad feet behind her head, almost stepping on her cascading black hair. Her ankles, calves, knees, and even the roots of her thighs were tightly bound in groups of three by red cotton ropes, with two additional strands tied vertically in between for reinforcement. She was grateful she was a thief with excellent flexibility; if she had been a general or a noble lady in her past life, she would have been crippled or suffered significant muscle and bone damage in such an extreme posture. Also, due to her identity as an assassin, to prevent A Ke from concealing any tools for escape within her clothing, Yang Guifei had specifically instructed that A Ke wear no more than three pieces of clothing. This meant that besides her bra, panties, and stockings, she could not wear anything else. When necessary, these three items could also be removed. Although the extreme 'Four Horsemen' posture was agonizing, A Ke remained unfazed. Perhaps it was Daji's carelessness or a flaw in the prop design, but when Daji returned to her toy box to hibernate, A Ke's hands, at the top of the restraint gloves, felt something resembling a knot. Although the space at the top of the restraint gloves was only enough for an ordinary woman to clench her fists, A Ke, being a thief, had some knowledge of bone shrinking techniques. After a struggle, the young assassin spirit managed to open her clenched index and middle fingers, using her slender nails to secretly begin her escape. Although maintaining the bone-shrinking technique for a long time required immense physical exertion, compared to the fear of the Empress's punishment and her longing for the Miro World, A Ke gritted her teeth and endured the numbness and stinging pain in her hands. However, the cruel reality was that this knot was merely a decorative ornament with no function. The joints were coated with the stickiest maltose, making it impossible to untie with just two restricted fingers. It was merely a smoke bomb left by Daji to focus all of A Ke's attention on this useless, yet more solid than stone, disguised knot. 'A Ke, will you play with Daji?' A mechanical doll-like voice echoed from outside the palace. Daji, the former attendant puppet under Empress Wu Zetian, entered with cheerful steps. Her eyes immediately fell upon A Ke, bound to the bed in the extreme 'Four Horsemen' position, unable to move. Although A Ke tried her best to conceal her expression, the cunning Daji could still discern the anxiety in the assassin spirit's eyes and the sweat beading on her forehead. After all, two hours had passed since Daji had hibernated and reawakened. During this time, A Ke had been fiddling with a knot button called 'hope,' but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't untie it. If it were her, she would undoubtedly be more anxious than A Ke in her current state of ignorance. 'A Ke, are you broken? Is this your setting? It must be very painful...' Nourished by A Ke's maiden milk, Daji's appearance had been restored to that of a normal woman, but her voice remained mechanical, like a doll's....... Seeing Daji appear, A Ke, who had been secretly working on her restraints, quickly clenched her hands into fists to prevent Daji from noticing anything from the trembling at the top of the restraint gloves. 'A Ke... are you ready to serve Daji?'"

East of the Neon Robe Ancient Temple, in the Land of Wei, within the prosperous Eastern Lands of the Miluo World, on Mount Seven Emperors. "Giddy up! Horse, run faster for this young lady!" Sun Shangxiang slapped Zhong Wuyan hard on her rear, urging her forward like she was a beast of burden. Zhong Wuyan crawled on the ground, her upper and lower arms folded together and tightly bound by a red cotton rope as thick as a little finger. Her lower legs were bent behind her body, pressed against her thighs, and meticulously tied with cotton rope. This way, Zhong Wuyan could only support her heavy body with her knees and elbows, crawling on the ground like a bitch, at the mercy of Sun Shangxiang riding on her back, barking orders at her. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" A gag, like a wooden stick, was held in Zhong Wuyan's mouth, with leather straps attached to both ends, tightened behind her head. Sun Shangxiang had tied one side of her grayish-white hair into a single braid, holding it like reins. If she dared to disobey Sun Shangxiang's orders, she would endure excruciating pain from her scalp. "Mmm..." It was unclear how long she had been crawling at the foot of Mount Seven Emperors. As they neared the next mountain pass, Zhong Wuyan was utterly exhausted. Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, convulsing, throwing Sun Shangxiang, who was riding on her back, off entirely. Sun Shangxiang landed covered in dirt. "Hey! How dare you throw this young lady off! Unforgivable!" Looking at the dust clinging to her clothes, Sun Shangxiang angrily kicked Zhong Wuyan's pert buttocks several times with her little boots. But the latter showed no reaction. She had been crawling on the rugged mountain path all night, not only with Sun Shangxiang on her back but also carrying a thousand-jin heavy crossbow and a Barbarian Hammer. The combined weight of the three items was over two hundred catties, which even a strong and sturdy barbarian woman like Zhong Wuyan couldn't endure. Her grayish-white bangs drooped over her eyes, her forehead was covered in sweat beads the size of soybeans, drool slowly trickled from the corners of her mouth, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy, and her nostrils panted heavily. "What? You can't even answer this young lady anymore? You look down on me that much? Do you need me to give you a little more motivation?" Seeing Zhong Wuyan ignore her, the talkative Sun Shangxiang suddenly felt a faint sense of loss, but this feeling vanished in an instant. Quickly, Sun Shangxiang took a miniature Red Lotus Bomb from her satchel, bent down, reached out, and pulled down Zhong Wuyan's short black leather pants, removed her panties, and exposed her pair of full, luscious buttocks to her view without any covering. "Mmm... Mmm..." Feeling the cold wind blow between her legs, Zhong Wuyan feebly twisted her body. She was too tired to have any extra strength, so she could only let Sun Shangxiang do as she pleased. Seeing Zhong Wuyan still not responding, Sun Shangxiang frowned, pouting unhappily. Then, she extended her slender jade fingers and gently traced the black forest between Zhong Wuyan's legs, stopping at the line where her buttocks were pressed together. Using her index and middle fingers, she pulled Zhong Wuyan's two luscious buttocks apart, revealing the deep path hidden beneath. Sun Shangxiang adjusted the miniature Red Lotus Bomb in her hand to a low heat setting, wedged it into the crevice of Zhong Wuyan's buttocks, and slowly inserted it into Zhong Wuyan's deep path. Then, she pulled up her panties again, tugged on the leather pants, and helped the sideways-lying Zhong Wuyan to her feet. Under the scorching heat of the Red Lotus Bomb, Zhong Wuyan's complexion improved slightly compared to before, but it was merely a fleeting resurgence. Her pained expression clearly showed the significant damage the Red Lotus Bomb was inflicting on her rear. The poor Zhong Wuyan could only grit her teeth and silently endure the agony as waves of heat repeatedly ravaged her crotch. If one looked closely, they could see two distinct teeth marks on the wooden stick she held in her mouth. "This young lady will show you favor and won't ride you until we reach the Neon Robe Ancient Temple! But you'll have to carry my thousand-jin heavy crossbow and your Barbarian Hammer yourself!"

Da Qiao slowly opened her eyes, finding herself lying on the cashmere rug in Yang Yuhuan's boudoir. She had no idea how long she had slept, only that her head felt swollen and painful. Though she had been lulled to sleep by the zither, it felt as if someone had struck the back of her head with a sledgehammer. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" A familiar sound echoed in her ears. Da Qiao blinked away her drowsiness and looked towards the source of the sound. She saw a young woman, just past adolescence, kneeling beneath a wooden pillar. Like herself, she had been stripped bare by Yang Yuhuan. It was her dearest sister, Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao's hands were cuffed behind the pillar, her legs bent with her thighs pressed together, and meticulously bound with red cotton cord as thick as her little finger. Over this, a black leather restraint was fitted, with circular iron rings at each knee, tethered by chains to the walls on either side. This arrangement left Xiao Qiao unable to cover the lush patch of her nether regions, forcing her to spread her legs in shame, facing her beloved sister. A white stocking with pink lace trim was gagging her mouth, the very stocking Yang Yuhuan had removed from Xiao Qiao's leg to bind her lips. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Filtered through the gagged stocking, Xiao Qiao emitted a series of short, unintelligible moans towards her sister, Da Qiao. Her twin-bun silver hair was matted with sweat, her small face flushed red, her expression contorted as if enduring some intense pain. With a concerned gaze, Da Qiao's eyes traced Xiao Qiao's pale body downwards, all the way to her exposed private parts. There, she found the culprit tormenting her sister: a thick, cylindrical wooden pillar, as wide as a wrist, half-buried in her sister's dense forest. It stretched her budding rosebud into a swollen, round bloom, like a magnificent flower in late spring. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" (Sister! Hold on! Sister is here!) Her heart aching for her sister, Da Qiao twisted her body, attempting to sit up from the rug. To her dismay, her hands and feet felt fixed in place, utterly immobile. Realizing something was amiss, the "Cang Hai Zhi Yao" looked down at a jade ornament beside her. The reflection in the jade revealed that her slender, jade-like arms and full, jade-like legs were bound round and round with flesh-colored stockings. Her elbows, wrists, ankles, knees, and the very roots of her thighs were tightly secured by several layers of thickened stockings. The knots at her wrists and ankles were connected by a pair of white ankle socks, binding her into a classic "horse-hoof" position. White stockings were also wrapped above and below her breasts, further accentuating their already ample fullness. A faint red glow could be seen peeking from the slit between her legs – the "Melting Heart" she had inserted earlier. To prevent this playful little toy from escaping, Yang Yuhuan had also used flesh-colored stockings to create a "T" shaped crotch strap from Da Qiao's lower body. This strap, threaded through her clitoris, held the Melting Heart snugly in place within Da Qiao's intimate folds, rendering it impossible for her to dislodge the wicked toy, no matter how much she struggled. Slightly different from Xiao Qiao's stocking gag, Da Qiao's mouth was fitted with a circular rubber speculum. Two leather straps ran along her cheeks to the back of her head, tied in a tight knot within her cascading, dark brown hair. Whether by coincidence or deliberate design, the speculum in Da Qiao's mouth was made of highly elastic rubber.

Miro World · Prosperous Eastern Land · Land of Wei · East of Neon Ancient Temple · Seven Emperors Mountain "Ah... Achoo! Is some fan thinking of me again?" Sun Shangxiang sneezed as she walked. It had been five days since she answered the call for the Vertical Alliance. For these five days, Sun Shangxiang had been pacing back and forth between the entrance and the foothills of Seven Emperors Mountain. In the process, she had even captured Zhong Wuyan, who was trying to rob her of her Thousand Gold Heavy Crossbow. "Hey, do you know how to get to Neon Ancient Temple?" Seeing that she had returned to the giant pine tree where she started, Sun Shangxiang sighed helplessly. Knowing she was a terrible navigator, she unfastened the bone-shaped gag stuck between Zhong Wuyan's lips and asked her for directions to Neon Ancient Temple. "Cough... cough... cough..., can you untie me first." As soon as the gag was removed, accumulated saliva gushed out of Zhong Wuyan's mouth like a spring. After a long period of crawling like a dog, Zhong Wuyan's fierceness was completely gone, and she began to beg Sun Shangxiang in a humble tone. "No!" Sun Shangxiang replied curtly, pulling out a medium-sized Red Lotus Bomb from her pocket. It was as big as a jewelry box. "If you don't listen to me, I'll replace the small Red Lotus Bomb in your ass crack with a medium-sized one, and it's the explosive kind!" "I know..." Faced with such threats and humiliation from Sun Shangxiang, Zhong Wuyan, a barbarian woman, was naturally furious. However, she was tied up like a meat bun and couldn't move. She could only grit her teeth and agree to Sun Shangxiang's command. "Then lead the way for me!" With that, Sun Shangxiang kicked Zhong Wuyan's high, perky buttocks fiercely, making Zhong Wuyan carry the Thousand Gold Heavy Crossbow and the Hammer of Barbarism and crawl ahead to lead the way. "Can you help me share some of the weight, I..." "You have no right to bargain with me!" Sun Shangxiang immediately interrupted Zhong Wuyan and dangled the gag she had removed from Zhong Wuyan's mouth in front of her. Understanding Sun Shangxiang's meaning, Zhong Wuyan wisely shut her mouth, endured her anger, and crawled forward on the ground, secretly vowing that she would get revenge on Sun Shangxiang.