[Otherworldly Continent Beauty Collection] Dream Bound Pavilion (2) Missing Adventure Squad

"There's no helping it~ Who could I help but aim for your lazy boss, the one who so casually sent me over to you—" "Since she didn't want to see me herself and sent me to Sister Eiko instead~ then I'll have to trouble Sister Eiko~ to play with me here for a good while~" With her clasped hands relaxing, the cute and mischievous little twink winked at Eiko. After delivering his apology, which held no hint of remorse, his tender fingers gently prodded the lips of the poor, beautiful shop assistant. Through the smooth and resilient flesh-colored tape, Leia could clearly feel the furious, muffled cries of the beautiful boy, Eiko, who was filled with shame and anger. These cries transformed into slight vibrations on her lips, continuously transmitting to her skin through her sensitive fingertips. Playfully, she caressed Eiko's lips, which were tightly bound by her, even to the point of being severely gagged. Her soft fingers traced the flesh-colored adhesive tape, using her pinky to gently hook the firmly tied strip at the corner of her mouth—Heh heh~ To call it a strip, this seemingly ordinary gag in the darkness, was actually a pair of light green

Until this moment, her slender, jade-like arms, which had been slightly subdued, were now tightly bound by the rope loop that Leya slowly produced, encircling her wrists. As the loop tightened, Anya's soft, tender hands, which had been struggling violently, gradually became still... "Mmmph... Mmmph... Mmmph... Mmmph...!!!" As the supple ropes dug into Anya's arms, the girl's frantically twisting limbs were gradually brought together and tied securely. At the ends of her slender arms, two small balls wrapped in tape trembled incessantly, bulges appearing and disappearing on their surfaces. The girl's muffled moans grew increasingly anxious and high-pitched, until finally, she no longer cared about the crystalline saliva flowing from the numerous tiny holes, shaking her head wildly, dripping saliva all over the floor. But... a mortal girl, without even a trace of supernatural ability, how could her hysteria possibly overcome a young boy who had devoured the vital energy of nearly a dozen women? No matter how unwilling, no matter how frantic, Anya's arms were still brought together, the rope wrapping around them several times, digging into her skin. A short piece of rope passed through the middle, tightening... Amidst her furious whimpers, a thread of desolate helplessness and pleading gradually emerged. Anya's wide-open eyes turned slightly red, but at this moment, she heard an incredibly pleasant voice from outside the door again. Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and then a frantic whimpering erupted, saliva spilling everywhere. "Maimai, go to the fitting room and change into this outfit. Come out and let Mommy see how it looks." It was that mother and daughter. While Leya had been delayed, their family had finally chosen clothes for their daughter and were coming in to change! This was her chance! She had to let the outside... know, know what was happening in here! Until this moment, Leya tied the last knot at the base of Anya's arms. The firm and aesthetically pleasing rope loop and knot restrained her struggling,藕-like arms into a current, unevenly contoured, seductive pose. Viewed from the front, the slender, black-haired beauty appeared like a beautiful sculpture without arms, filled with an unconventional, sacred aesthetic— However, the sound of conversation from outside the fitting room, and the sudden, intense whimpers of the beauty being bound and restrained in her arms, caused Leya to instinctively raise her hand and instinctively cover and block Anya's lips and nose, which were emitting screams, tightly once more. Glancing around, especially listening to the faint footsteps of the little girl approaching the fitting room, Leya quickly released her legs that had been wrapped around the beauty's silk-stockinged legs. With a sudden surge of strength in her arms, she pushed her and herself into the cubicle whose door was not yet latched, forcing her and herself to squeeze into the narrow space along with the pitiful "little kitten." "Shhh~ Be good, big sister~ Don't make a sound~ Don't move around~" "Heh heh~ If someone discovers us— I can't guarantee what irrational things I might do to you, big sister~" "So, be quiet, Anya big sister~" Light footsteps sounded from outside the door, accompanied by the "rustling" sound of clothes rubbing. Leya heard the girl push open the fitting room where Anya had previously changed, right beside them. But then... a slightly confused "Eh?" was heard. Then came the creaking sound of the wooden door opening and closing. The little girl left Anya's fitting room, entered the last room, and locked the door.

The tender legs, clad in gradient pantyhose that shifted from a pale yellow at the upper thighs to a jewel-like deep green at the ankles, were positioned in a kneeling, cross-legged stance. The petite, delicate figure was swathed in a black and white dress, its long hem concealing a patch of pale green velvet, soft and crisp to the touch. A slender, emerald-like jade foot, wrapped in deep green silk, was pressed tightly against her thigh, bound by soft restraints. As if from fear, the kitten's grey eyes, brimming with tears, looked towards the young boy who had entered the changing room. Her eyes were red and puffy, tears continuously welling up. Her slender arms, covered in light, white and green gradient gloves, were forcibly secured behind her back with soft restraints. Her long, delicate fingers, like tender willow shoots, were wrapped in vibrant green silk, dyed with an unknown pigment. She knelt on the ground, a series of soft restraints securing her upper arms, elbows, wrists, the base of her thighs and ankles, mid-thigh and mid-calf, and even above and below her knees. Her eyes widened in terror as she watched Reya's body slowly approach, shaking her head frantically... mere walls away, she could clearly hear the landlady's terrified whimpers abruptly cease. Her heart was filled with dread. Beside her, Anya, writhing on the sofa, also had her beautiful eyes wide open. She was like a harmless butterfly, flapping her wings with all her might, trying to intimidate her predator. But a moment's thought would reveal how ridiculous and futile her actions were. Anya sat on the sofa, her white and blue gradient silk legs pressed together and twitching. Her head shook, her black hair flying, as she struggled against the restraints behind her. Her exquisite clothing was already creased, and sweat had soaked her beautiful stockings, rendering the already semi-transparent velvet completely see-through. It revealed her alluring, snow-white skin beneath, and the slight redness where the ropes had dug in. "Waa... waa! Waa waa! Waaaa!!!!" You, what did you do to my friend!!! What did you do to them!? Clearly, unlike the trembling kitten, Anya did not heed Reya's threat. She continued to call out desperately, but her voice was muffled by the gag in her mouth, making it extremely weak. The kitten wore a collar with a bell around her neck. She shook her head repeatedly. Although she couldn't make a loud "woo woo" sound, the tinkling of the bell as it swayed was exceptionally clear. If anyone approached the changing room, they would eventually hear it. Facing the obedient kitten kneeling on the ground with her legs together, perhaps due to a sense of affection for Anya, the young boy, instead of getting angry at the kitten's subconscious head-shaking that made the bell ring, affectionately brought his legs together, bent his waist, and gently stroked the kitten's soft hair. His jade hand then gently moved to her slender, smooth, tender chin, and with his fingers, he gently scratched her underneath, his sharp nails caressing her affectionately. "Good girl, good girl~~ Obedient kitten—Oh my~ Are you being a little mischievous and acting spoiled just after I praised you? Shaking your little bell like that will be heard by the big sisters outside~" "Mmmhmm~ It seems like you, my spoiled kitten, can't wait for your master to dote on you, can you?" "Sister Anya~ Hehe—Looking at your expression, are you a little jealous of the kitten? If Sister Anya is also willing to be obedient~ I can let you experience the joy of being spoiled like the kitten~" Beneath the silver hair, Reya's silver eyes shone like the bright moon in the dim cubicle, filled with a rich, inexplicable amusement—especially when Anya continued to resist the tight bindings of the ropes. The young boy's lips couldn't help but curve into a deep smile. His slender fingers continued to affectionately scratch the kitten's smooth chin, causing the obedient kitten to involuntarily let out weak, fearful whimpers from her gagged lips. You're lying! This is kidnapping! This is imprisonment! You'll die a horrible death! My family won't let you go! You won't get away with this!!! Of course, as one might expect, Reya's "advice" had no effect on the stubborn Anya.

Outside the iron gate, the little bitch looked proudly at the "artwork" she had created, her dull gray eyes filled with mockery and satisfaction. Although a trace of inconspicuous apology lay hidden within them, her desires ultimately overpowered the constraints of morality. She proudly swung her arms, which were trapped behind her, and asked Reya from inside the cell, "Speaking of which, Reya, what are the names of these two dogs?" "Whimper... Mmmph... Whimper! Whimper!!" The little bitch's words seemed to have stirred a hornet's nest. The two female dogs within the activity area both raised their heads high, staring hatefully at the little bitch in the maid outfit in the corridor outside the door. They let out hysterical whimpers, shaking their heads repeatedly, as if desperately refuting that they were not dogs, but were being forced to dress up like this! They cast longing glances at their former clothes, now displayed on two pale plastic mannequins in the viewing area, and whimpered continuously, their hot tears streaming down their faces, filled with emotion. One tall plastic mannequin wore a low-cut, dark green slip dress, a beige canvas mini-skirt that covered its thighs, a dark brown belt around its waist from which hung a long whip, and knee-high black leather boots. The other plastic mannequin wore a white, form-fitting inner garment, a light blue denim jacket, a light blue pleated mini-skirt that also covered its thighs, a dark brown belt, and light brown calfskin boots. The two female dogs lay together, staring blankly at the clothes that once adorned them, now devoid of warmth and cold to the touch. Their already swollen eyes reddened again, and tears of sorrow poured out, their whimpers becoming more urgent. Angel tightly gripped the iron bars of the cell, as if trying to embrace and hold onto the boy through the bars. Loxi, holding Angel's waist, her long hair cascading over her shoulders onto her friend's, stood on her hind legs, almost at eye level with Reya, shaking her head and whimpering, as if she had much to say but couldn't due to the muzzle, only able to whimper like a newly bred pet dog. The firm artificial phallus, its glans oozing thick urine, was held by Reya in his hand, a remnant from Loxi's earlier clumsy actions. The residual urine on the glans soaked into his palm, flowing down the boy's hand

The cell echoed with soft moans and gasps. Inside, Miss Cynthia, as pure and innocent as a blank slate, had her once voluminous white gown, complete with a crinoline, stripped away and placed on a specially prepared mannequin nearby. The integrated bra and corset that had once restricted her breath and cinched her slender waist were now discarded on the cold floor, shed by the little bitch. She was left with only a pair of panties and sheer white stockings clinging to her legs. Her bare skin was exposed, a stark, almost blinding white in the dim, cold dungeon, like a patch of unmelting snow. She seemed utterly out of place. In the center of the cell stood a machine similar to the one used in Gray Eyes' training: a raised platform with a continuously moving belt, slightly curved at both ends, flanked by iron bars to prevent accidental falls. Of course, falling was impossible. The machine, which the little bitch called a "treadmill," was now in operation. Miss Cynthia, without question, was placed in its very center. Perhaps out of pity for the girl's frail physique, the belt's speed was much slower than Gray Eyes' frantic pace; Cynthia only needed to walk briskly to keep up. A long noose descended from the

The white silk-clad knees pressed tightly against the wolf-girl's slender, strong, and supple waist. The "bronze head, iron bones, tofu waist" trope seemed to perfectly apply to the wolf-girl before her. She writhed on the soft grass, her lithe waist twisting, her seductive legs pressed together, as the frenzied wolf-girl beneath her thrashed. Reya, who had one hand covering her mouth, was unable to reach for ropes to bind her. Instead, she resorted to an otherworldly item she had recently acquired from the merchant girl, easily subduing the frenzied wolf-girl beneath her. With Reya's single-handed operation, the cold, tough metal handcuffs were easily slipped onto the girl's wrists. Then, her arms were bent back and brought together behind her. As the handcuffs tightened and locked, the wolf-girl, affected by the plague, found her hands, tipped with sharp nails, pressed tightly against her waist and bound. Her struggling hands were cuffed behind her. Reya, who had been pressing down on the wolf-girl, shifted her posture. Her legs pressed down on the girl's waist and the base of her thighs. Unhurriedly, as the girl kicked and struggled, she firmly cuffed her bare feet, clad in gray thigh-high stockings, with two handcuffs. Her legs were folded apart, in the standard "four-hoof inverted" position. Finally, the two handcuffs on her ankles were stretched to their limit and connected to the chain of the handcuffs on her wrists. In just over ten seconds, the wolf-girl, who had been struggling fiercely, was transformed into a helpless "meat commodity" in the "four-hoof" posture. "Mmm... mmm... mmm! Mmm!!!" Perhaps considering the wolf-girl's wild and extremely flexible physique, Reya tightened the restraints on the girl's limbs without any tenderness or pity. Her long, lithe legs gradually straightened. The initial violent shaking subsided into gentle tremors. The wolf-girl's powerfully twisting abdomen became taut as her limbs were further restrained. Her mouth was still propped open, her tongue pulled out, but her wild body was gradually bound into a near-perfect "four-hoof" position. Her seductive waist and limbs formed a perfect "O" shape. Even though she had never been exposed to human culture, having grown up with wolves and lived a life of freedom, a hint of pain and weakness uncontrollably welled up in the girl's amber, wild eyes. A cry of pain escaped her propped-open mouth, her small tongue spasming. A trace of fear flickered in the wolf-girl's wild eyes. She forcefully shook her bound hands and feet. The chains of the handcuffs clinked and rattled, but the sound was masked by the rustling of leaves in the wind, barely noticeable. "Mmm... mmm!" The wolf-girl, bound in the "four-hoof" position, still struggled desperately. Her eyes, filled with pain, glared fiercely at Reya. Her fair arms pulled behind her, and threatening growls emanated from her throat. "Alright, you lowly wild dog. It seems you can finally listen to me now~" "I advise you not to move or shout—otherwise~ I guarantee I'll kill everyone outside, including that old wolf who's about to die~" "You don't want to see that, do you~ Hmmph—" Three metal handcuffs firmly bound the wolf-girl's limbs, compressing her strong arms and sturdy legs into an "inverted human" posture, pressed tightly against her supple waist. No matter how comically she struggled, she couldn't break free from the shackles. All she could do was make the chains collide, producing faint, crisp tinkling sounds. Reyna's slender fingers toyed with her moist little tongue. The little effeminate boy, lying lazily on the wolf-girl's back, gently played with the tip of her tongue, which flicked in her shame and anger. He whispered softly next to her agilely twitching ear, even playfully sticking out his tongue to gently lick her small earlobe, which had turned red from her shock and anger. "Of course~ If you don't want to talk properly—just tell me~ Did that woman who injured you just now head towards that cave?" "Nod for yes, shake your head for no~ It's a simple multiple-choice question, you should be able to answer it, right? Cute little puppy~" "Mmm... mmm! Mmm... mmm!!!" Hearing Reya's words, the wolf-girl's wild eyes, wide open with her mouth propped open and her tongue held, seemed to turn bloodshot. She nodded forcefully, her messy black hair rustling. Her securely bound hands and feet also tugged and shook desperately. Hoarse, angry whimpers emanated from her throat, her eyes wide and red, brewing an unyielding, intense rage.