About me traveling to Harajuku.

"The betting's open, the betting's open! How long until that kid gets out?" "Three months. The last time the Grand Master was this angry was when Klee blew up one of his strongholds. Klee was locked up for three months then." "Five months!" "I bet he'll never get out!!!" Hey, hey, is this Knights of Favonius really okay??? Help, help~~~~~~ ... The door slammed shut, plunging the room into a chilling darkness, thick with an oppressive aura. Jean grabbed at Lumine's collar. She advanced, Lumine retreated. She advanced again, Lumine retreated again. Lumine felt herself cornered against the wall. A wall-slam! The fragrant breath caressing her face did nothing to stir any carnal desire. As she watched Jean's face grow colder, Lumine knew that silencing her was the best way to eliminate evidence. Wh-what should I do? My Noelle, my Amber, my artifacts... Wait, artifacts? Heaven sent! I'll fight you to the death, Jean! Jean's artifacts: rope, collar. The icy beauty before her was thrown into disarray by the sudden appearance of ropes on her person. "Wh-what???" This was the second time today she'd heard such a flustered tone. Lumine's hands, in a reverse 'behind-the-back' grip, locked Jean's securely behind her. From her delicate fingers, to her soft palm, to her forearm, her upper arm, Jean was meticulously bound. Jean's [REDACTED] was squeezed tightly, becoming firm, yes, slightly smaller than Noelle's, assessment complete. This time, the ropes didn't spare even the maiden's firm chest, binding it tightly twice. The round globes of flesh were perfectly divided into upper and lower halves, her ample breasts bulging high under the ropes. Her slender waist was cinched incredibly thin, seven or eight coils wrapped haphazardly around her midsection, perhaps some newfangled corset, accentuating Jean's devilish figure. The ropes didn't even spare Jean's lower body; her legs were bound tightly together, as if merged into one, leaving no gap between them. A dense network of ropes crisscrossed, rigidly restraining her slender, beautiful legs all the way to her ankles. The white flesh, bulging and compressed between the ropes, added a sensual allure. On her feet, Jean's high heels ironically became the source of her immobility, not allowing even the slightest shift of her feet. At her [REDACTED], two large knots of rope attended to her small [REDACTED], one in front and one behind. Every slight movement Jean made tugged at the knots, the fine ropes caressing the Acting Grand Master's secret garden. A leather collar was fastened around her snow-white neck, fitting perfectly against every inch of skin, slightly snug but not restricting her breathing. Lumine made a small ring appear on the collar, then summoned another rope, connecting it to the collar, acting as a leash. She felt as if she were leading Jean, who appeared lost and helpless before her. The tables had turned. The youth held the rope, his other hand reaching for Jean's chin. "N-no," Jean blushed, trying to evade the flirtatious gesture, swaying precariously on her heels. Those heels limited Jean's every attempt to a small distance. Though she couldn't retreat far, the thrill of jumping up and down was palpable. The rope knot beneath her continuously stimulated Jean's [REDACTED], digging into her opening, then pulling out slightly, then re-entering, making Jean feel an unparalleled stirring. One step forward, one step back. One step forward, one step back. The situation had completely reversed, and now, it was accompanied by heart-stirring gasps. Low moans echoed in the dim solitary confinement room, sounding exceptionally melodious and intoxicating. Jean's body pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. At the same time, she gasped repeatedly, her breath coming in fragrant puffs. As the high and mighty Acting Grand Master, Jean had never experienced such humiliation, such unwillingness, and... a tiny bit of excitement? Her hand gripping the rope, Lumine pressed it firmly against the wall. Lumine's hand finally reached Jean's chin, tilting her beautiful head up slightly. Lumine had reclaimed the wall-slamming territory. Looking up at the face above her, Jean watched as it slowly drew closer, closer. The distinctly masculine breath wafted onto her face. Jean felt a mix of shame, excitement, and helplessness, a jumble of emotions she couldn't sort out for a while. She wished she could turn her face away, not look at the culprit who had bound her so thoroughly. A dampness appeared on the rope knot at her lower body. Jean bit her lip tightly, her head turned to the side, the only resistance she could muster. Artifact: gag. Lumine designed the gag in the form of an O-ring, which was firmly inserted into Jean's tender mouth, stretching it wide. The O-ring wasn't large, only allowing Jean's delicate tongue to pass through, and preventing her perfect face from distorting. "Mmm? Woo woo???????????????" She hadn't expected her little mouth to escape this fate as well. Lumine's hand left Jean's chin. Two fingers, passing through the O-ring, delved into Jean's unknown forbidden territory. The fingers moved nimbly within her mouth, instantly enveloped by Jean's sweet saliva, appearing crystal clear and emitting a faint fragrance. "Mmm~~~~~ Mmm~~~~~, N-no." Her imperfect pronunciation was a protest. Lumine's two fingers pinched out the rosy little tongue hidden deep within, caressing and playing with it. Salacious fluids surged out with the tongue, wetting Jean's front, drawing out a moving strand of saliva. After playing for a while, Lumine seemed to have finally grown bored. She released her little tongue, her trophy, and then pinched Jean's chin again, forcing her face straight, their eyes meeting. Clouds flickered in her starry eyes, her long lashes trembling incessantly, conveying her sadness and fear, making one pity her. "What book were you reading?" Jean's face instantly turned red, incredibly cute. "Why were you hiding it?" "I'm the Acting Gwand Mastew (3rd tone), N-no, I can't." "Why were you reading it?" "I, I sometimes w-wander." Seeing the pale, powerless face before her, Lumine thought of the files that could fill a table, Jean's occasional naps, the coffee powder on her lips, and the instant replies to messages in the middle of the night... and more, and more... Suddenly, Lumine felt she understood this person more. This was someone she wanted to cherish even more. Let me be the villain, Lumine murmured to herself. Lumine took out the [REDACTED]. This was the only item that increased Elemental Burst DMG, meaning it was the only item that allowed a character to use their skills.

"Master, goodbye Master!" The boy before her had discovered her secret. The self she had so deeply hidden might be seen through by this boy. What to do, what to do? For the first time in her life, Qin was in such a panic. There was no one to rely on, no one to help her. She felt like the little girl her father had hidden behind him. Qin instinctively dragged the boy into the confinement room. As the Master, wasn't this what she should do? Qin's mind was a mess. The boy was pushed against the wall. Seeing the panic in the boy's eyes, and also, a hint of amusement. Qin became even more bewildered and helpless. The all-powerful Qin truly didn't know how to solve the problem. She stood there, staring blankly at the boy. *Sob*, what? She was inexplicably tied up. How could this be? How did this boy do it? Never mind that, *sob sob sob sob*, this is so shameful, what should I do, Daddy. Qin felt the boy before her blur. No, don't, leave him, leave him. Qin desperately jumped backward, ignoring the stimulation she felt all over her body. After much effort, she still couldn't escape his grasp. She had shamefully become wet. *Mmm*, it must be because of the rope's stimulation. Yes, this is not the normal me, Qin denied. But inexplicably, in her haze, Qin saw the bamboo slip, saw her reddened palm. The collar around her neck pressed tightly against her skin, making Qin realize the restrictive power. It wouldn't cause any physical harm, but it was a deeper, psychological impact. No, don't, I'm not, I can't be like this. I am Qin, I am the Windblight Master. ... The gag brought her another form of shame. Unlike the collar that bound her spirit, this was a physical restraint. Her right to speak was half-deprived. The Master who commanded the Knights with her mouth was gone. The Qin who gave all orders with her mouth was gone. Here, there was only a bound, helpless girl. Shameful liquid continued to flow from her mouth, and no matter what she did, she couldn't stop the [REDACTED] from flowing. The boy's hand reached into her mouth. *Mmm*, Qin felt herself sinking. There was nothing on her body that belonged to her anymore. Endless shame stirred the strings of her heart. After answering a series of questions, Qin always felt that facing those eyes was like when she was a child and made a mistake, facing her angry father, full of authority, seemingly irresistible. After Qin honestly answered all the questions, she was utterly dejected. A disqualified Master. "The Master is actually such a slut, I misjudged you." "Master, no, a lowly bitch." The faces of those seeking help became ferocious, becoming utterly unfamiliar. Wherever she went, she heard curses. No, no! Qin wanted to cover her ears, but it was impossible. Perhaps the boy's teasing was skillful, or perhaps Qin had become sensitive due to certain thoughts. But undeniably, it wasn't long before Qin climaxed, in front of this boy, climaxed completely. Qin felt her stockings were completely soaked, and she was still dripping. She had never imagined her body could be so slutty. Why, why did things turn out this way? Her body was wet, and there was a pungent, foul odor. *Sob sob*, no! ... A healing power suddenly erupted. She felt full of strength. Her heart cast aside everything. What Master, what Knights, what responsibilities, were not things this version of her should consider. She was just a slutty girl. However, *mmm*, it felt so warm. Why was it so warm? The boy held her tightly. Qin felt his heartbeat, *thump thump*, *thump thump*. It was so reassuring, so comfortable. She suddenly wished this moment could last forever. Something in Qin's heart broke, dissolved, appeared, and formed. The boy pulled her away. No, don't, don't do this, let me relax a little longer, please, just wait for me a moment. Qin silently felt that warmth gradually receding, leaving her, getting further and further away. Qin felt as if she saw her father on the bed, gradually, gradually, moving away from her, disappearing. The boy stopped his movements and looked at her intently, with an unexplainable emotion. She felt a strong urge to speak, to tell of her hardships over the years, to tell of her deepest desires. "Are you willing to be my Qin slave when I relax?" Huh? What? What what what does that mean? Could it be, could it be?????? Qin felt a multiple-choice question appear before her eyes. Yes and no, representing two completely different paths. "Master, Qin slave is forever grateful for the relaxation Master bestows." She said it subconsciously. So, so shameful, *sob sob*. It was the first time she had no dignity in front of someone, but Qin felt incredibly relaxed, more relaxed than ever before. The boy held her even tighter. Qin remembered many, many forgotten past events.

Eula's usually serene face was now contorted in agony, her cheeks flushed a deep red, appearing swollen. Her disheveled hair fell across her fair forehead, lending her a pitiable air. Yet, her eyes, still glinting with frost, fixed on her enraged tormentor with disdain, as if regarding a piece of refuse. "Open your mouth!" Her uncle, a frail and weak man, roared with a strength he shouldn't possess. The fingers gripping her jaw were like an iron vice, causing Eula searing pain. Her cheeks burned, feeling powerless. Involuntarily, her small mouth parted slightly again, revealing its tender depths. This time, her uncle had learned his lesson. He held his own discarded glove. He pinched a small section and shoved it towards her mouth. "Wh-what, *whimper*, *gag*." Eula stared in disbelief as the worn leather glove approached, drawing nearer and nearer. Then, her vision blurred, and her mouth was filled with an incredibly coarse sensation. Eula, who had intended to speak, found her voice stifled within her small mouth. Little by little, fold by fold, he pushed the damned thing into her mouth with his finger. Her uncle, regaining a sense of aristocratic ritual, completed his task with absolute precision. *Ptooey*, so salty, so bitter, so foul-smelling. *Gag, gag*. The acrid stench of the leather choked Eula into a bout of dry heaving. Not to mention the years her uncle had worn it, the mingling of countless odors creating an unbearable stench. *Gag, gag*. Simultaneously, the rough leather surface relentlessly abraded Eula's tender, sensitive inner cheeks, feeling as if a layer of her delicate skin was being scraped away. Her mouth, activating its defense mechanism, began to secrete copious amounts of glistening saliva, coating the glove and attempting to resist the intense irritation. This did help somewhat, but the saliva gradually pooled in the hollows, forming a small puddle that made Eula's mouth feel incredibly uncomfortable. Furthermore, the constant washing by her saliva made the glove feel as if it had been thoroughly cleaned, becoming damp. The flowing saliva, in turn, picked up the intensely irritating scent from the glove's surface. The foul odor filled Eula's mouth, triggering more dry heaves, but her mouth, stretched and propped open, prevented her from expelling them, even from gagging properly. *Whimper, whimper*. Eula's small mouth was completely filled with the glove. Its somewhat rigid material wedged tightly between her silver teeth, making it impossible to spit out for the moment. All she could do was whimper in protest. Two short finger cots, no matter how she tried to push them in, refused to fit entirely into her mouth, remaining outside and twitching. Her uncle had used all his strength, and Eula's cheeks were now bulging, leaving no room. "Hmph, useless. Can't even fit a single glove." Her uncle looked at her with a hint of contempt, yet satisfaction. Her eyes, though still sharp, now held a flicker of panic. The long, mournful whimpers filled him with a profound sense of fulfillment. He picked up the rope lying on the floor and continued his work. It had to be said, Eula's legs were exquisite. Her uncle, lost in rapture, felt the smooth, delicate flesh exposed to the air, inch by inch. Now, due to the stimulation, a barely perceptible sheen of sweat had emerged, making her skin slick and slightly cool to the touch. A sour, astringent scent wafted up, tickling Lawrence's nostrils. He rather enjoyed this smell; it reminded him of braised pork with pickled vegetables. It was a pity the commoners of Mondstadt seemed unable to appreciate it. His face, previously contorted in anger, now relaxed. His aged hands moved to her shiny leather boots. The feel was smoother, but lacked the exquisite sensation of direct skin contact. The tight, knee-high boots outlined perfect lines, and a squeeze revealed a powerful elasticity hidden beneath. Her uncle began tying her from her high heels, knowing that if any part of Eula's body could move, he might be instantly overpowered by a moment of carelessness. This was Eula, that foolish Knight of Mondstadt. The spurs on the back of her high heels were quite convenient. He wound the rope around them, circle by circle, tightly binding the two spurs together, making the shoes inseparable, as one. The rope then wound up her instep, then higher, to her ankles, calves, and thighs. As a nobleman, Lawrence's binding was meticulous. Everything in his life was perhaps an art, just like this. He focused intently on the task of binding her beautiful legs. At this moment, he saw no beautiful legs that made his mouth water, no disappointing Eula, no other distractions. He was solely dedicated to the act of binding. Her long, slender legs were adorned with countless loops of rope. The diagonal ropes connecting these loops, if one didn't look at the horizontal coils, formed a graceful arc, spiraling upwards around her beautiful legs. It was truly like a noble work of art, the tragic and helpless beauty and the inescapable rough ropes forming a complete picture. *Mmm*, her uncle completed his artwork. He wiped the fine sweat from his brow, and his sweat-stained hands roughly rubbed the bulging thigh flesh between the rope loops several times. Eula's delicate hands, which had been resting on her thighs, were now also bound to them by the rope loops. Even if Eula could move, she might not be able to free them immediately. Next came the binding of her hands. Her forearms, encased in metal gauntlets, looked formidable. Her uncle searched for a while, unable to find a way to remove the armor. With a cold snort, he simply tightened the rope and began binding upwards. After all, Eula couldn't escape, so why waste his energy removing unnecessary equipment? Let her wear it. The metal gauntlets felt terrible to bind. They were just two iron lumps in his hands. Without further ado, her uncle began to lay the ropes densely. He continued binding all the way to the end of the ice-white bell sleeves that flared from her upper arms, tucking the knots away within the sleeves.

"Eeeeeeek?!" Mona, on the mat, panicked and stepped her left foot onto the spot next to her right. Her expression was one of utter confusion, not understanding why she was suddenly out of control. Could it be? Right foot (3,3) go! "Ahhhhhh?! Stop, stop!" Mona's feet trembled, as if trying to regain control, but her feet were disobedient, moving uncontrollably towards the spots on the mat. The spots were not far apart, about a meter each. Mona stood with her feet spread on two spots, wanting to lift her foot, only to find that her feet seemed rooted to the spots, unable to move at all. "Eh? What is this strange thing??" The series of events tonight had filled the little girl's head with question marks. "Don't worry, it's something that will help you train properly." Right foot (3,2) "Eeeeeeek?" Her right foot uncontrollably swiped to the right again. Mona's high heels dug into the mat, trying to stop her legs from going wild, but the weak girl couldn't win against the power of the sacred artifact. The mat was deeply scored by her heels. Stop, stop! Mona's legs spread wider and wider, the angle increasing. The muscles in her legs tensed continuously. Ugh, the girl was about to be unable to endure such a wide stance. Finally, her small feet in high heels reached the designated spot. Now Mona's legs were spread as wide as possible, supporting her body's balance. Unfortunately, alas, her body lost its balance, and she propped herself up with her hands on the mat. Her round buttocks instantly became the highest point of her body, two tightly clenched, watermelon-like perky buttocks proudly [REDACTED]. Mona's full breasts now lay softly on the ground, her ample cleavage pressing against her chest, raising Mona's head and causing her to tilt slightly downwards. Left hand (2,3) Right hand (2,3) Since her hands were on the ground, they had to be secured, otherwise she might slip. Mona was in a prone position on the mat, her hands pressed tightly to the spots, unable to move. However, Mona's entire body formed a beautiful triangle, allowing her to maintain the pose with great stability. It was an extremely shameful pose, her private parts exposed high in the air, with no way to hide them. Mona, lying on the mat, wiggled her butt, her face flushed red. "What, what did you do to me?" The girl's angry scolding was filled with powerlessness, unable to struggle even the slightest bit. Like a captured prey, she looked pitiful. "I'm helping you accumulate primordial water. At your speed, dawn will break before you're done." *Sniffle*, Mona couldn't refute. Hoo pushed the large plate in front of Mona's head, the edge of the plate pressing against Mona's jaw. Her thin lower lip rested on the plate. "Ugh, ugh??" Mona's lips were somewhat restricted, making her speech unclear. Equip Mona with an O-ring, hmm, her small mouth on the plate, forced open, looked quite comical. "Hoo hoo hoo? Hoo hoo hoo!!" Mona twisted her body excitedly, wanting to resist this strange, involuntary feeling. Her clothes, which were already like a tight suit, now clung even more tightly to her body as she stretched. It was as if she was wearing a one-piece. Hoo couldn't see where the thin black silk started. However, the tightly stretched black silk adhered to her supposedly snow-white perky buttocks. The contrast of white and black, the slight sheen of the stockings, and the absence of any wrinkles due to the tightness, all invisibly increased the allure of her buttocks. Her high-arched buttocks seemed to be actively lifted for Hoo's pleasure, as if Mona was complying with Hoo's desires, perfectly exposing her smooth buttocks to Hoo's gaze. Mona looked like a shameless slut, using base means to seduce the young man's attention. Because it was a tight suit, Hoo couldn't see the height at which her panties would peek out, which would surely be noticed. In other words, beneath this outfit, Mona's snow-white body was completely bare. Looking closely at her lower body, which Mona was trying to lift for Hoo's viewing pleasure, that tender spot was barely covered by a ribbon-like width of the blue tight suit, resisting external intrusion. The girl's [REDACTED] was only veiled by a thin piece of fabric. Looking even closer, the stretched fabric seemed to bulge like a high mound. The fabric was slightly damp, emitting a highly seductive scent mixed with a rich body fragrance. Under the cover of the black silk, Mona's round buttocks were truly alluring. Furthermore, Hoo's hand was lowered, perfectly positioned to reach her high-arched buttocks. Wasn't this forcing him to sin? Hoo placed his hands on either side. Her full buttocks couldn't be held by one hand, and

"Master, you're awake?" "Qin, you don't have to be so... sigh..." "To... to be able to see... Master's sleeping... face, is my most... greatest honor!" Ying got up helplessly, scratching his dizzy head. He hadn't slept well last night, and his mind was still a bit foggy. Once Qin got into character, there was nothing he could do to stop her, which made him both love and hate her. Breakfast was extremely lavish, clearly made with love. While eating, Qin stared at him with eager eyes countless times, her eyes shining with golden light, like a child anticipating a gift. In those eyes, there was a deep curiosity and anticipation. "Qin's cooking is getting better and better!" "No... no way~" Qin shyly twirled a strand of her golden hair with her finger, twirling and twirling, as if trying to curl the smooth, straight hair into small ringlets. The golden strands, combined with her jade-white fingers, were like a beautiful painting. Qin blushed shyly and answered flusteredly. "It seems I need to give my Qin slave a little reward. Come, let's go upstairs!" Ying stood up and patted Qin's meticulously styled golden hair, her ponytail swaying behind her. The second floor was very spacious. Perhaps because the owner didn't live there often, there wasn't much furniture. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the room and making it warm and bright. "Our Knight Commander was crying yesterday, not at all imposing." "Hmph." The small retort was utterly weak. *Slap* "Hands together!" Ying transformed back into the cold, stern man. Her buttocks stinging, Qin obediently clasped her hands together in front of her. A black single-hand glove appeared out of nowhere. Qin's slender arms, her delicate hands, her puffy white sleeve cuffs – all disappeared, tightly bound within the black glove. Qin felt her arms tighten, as if something was forcibly constricting them, forcing her clasped arms to press even closer together. Since she was at home, Qin wasn't wearing her arm guards, otherwise, there would have been an unpleasant creaking sound of metal friction. With her forearms pressed tightly together, Qin could even feel her pulse, beating faster and faster. Her hands, which had been clasped together, were now in the shape of a large fist. After being constricted by the strange glove, Qin felt as if her hands were enclosed in a spherical space, unable to separate or even move her fingers. She could only continue to hold them tightly. Looking ahead, a peculiar glove appeared on her arms, extending up to her forearms. The glove was shaped like an inverted bucket, tightly encasing both her arms, making any movement impossible. At the top was a ring, its purpose unknown. The black leather emitted an eerie glow. *Slap, slap, slap* Ying quickly struck Qin's perky buttocks. Ashamed, Qin didn't know where to put her hands and simply writhed her body, involuntarily letting out soft moans. "Oh, as soon as Qin's hands are bound, she gets instantly excited." Ying taunted Qin as he spanked her. "No, I didn't..." *Slap* "Still trying to argue? Hmph, let's see how you like this!" Ying quickly took out a long rope and tied it to the ring on the front of the single-hand glove. Indeed, the ring seemed to be specifically designed for this situation. With a simple knot, Ying tossed the excess rope over a ceiling beam and pulled the dangling rope taut. Qin's arms were forced upward, pulled straight above her head. Ying had naturally modified Qin's clothes into a knight's uniform. This poor Knight Commander always seemed to be toyed with by Ying, completely devoid of any dignity. Now, suspended from the room's beam, she looked like a damsel in distress. Whether it was the embarrassing posture of being hung up, or the effect of the clothes she was wearing, Qin felt utterly humiliated. Yesterday, in the office, she hadn't paid much attention to these feelings because she felt like she was being taken captive. But today, in front of Ying, wearing this solemn uniform, she felt as helpless as a captured prisoner. Ugh, Qin felt her dignity had been severely wounded. This feeling... it felt so sad, her heart felt numb.

"Mmm, got it, got it, this is it," as if a special sound effect flashed, Ying raised the holy relic high. Holy Relic: Prisoner's Shackles (+High Defense -Movement Speed) Equipment Noelle's ankle was fitted with a jet-black iron ring, connected by a chain several meters long, the other end of which held a massive iron ball, resting motionlessly. At first, the girl felt nothing, but the cold, slightly painful sensation on her ankle, and when she looked down, she realized she was already restrained. Noelle lifted her foot; the chain was heavy but didn't impede her movement too much. However, when the chain was taut and Noelle tried to move forward, she had to exert all her strength just to drag the iron ball a tiny bit. A distinct drag mark appeared on the grass. The girl leaned on her greatsword, her [REDACTED] proud, but the merciless chains on her feet bound her tightly, allowing her to move only within a very small radius. The dull, unadorned black chain and iron ball lent the maid-clad girl a touch of tragic desolation, like a prisoner awaiting judgment in some cell. Yet, the girl's determined face held an unyielding spirit; even though she was panting from exhaustion, having moved the iron ball only an inch, she continued to strive, holding onto hope for freedom. Mmm, this feeling of a fallen warrior was amazing, and Noelle in her maid outfit added a peculiar sense of forbidden allure, elevating the sexiness by another level. Ying felt this holy relic was all upside. Shackles, if they allow movement, can they still be called shackles? Ying gently tapped Noelle with the hilt of her sword. Not even a blush appeared on Noelle's skin. Mmm, good defense, but too difficult to move, not convenient for exploring or traveling. "Noelle, equip this when we encounter monsters~" Ying said as she unequipped the item. Noelle felt a lightness in her legs as the restraining force vanished. "Gooowoooowoooowooo!" On the other side, the little dog seemed to have reached paradise, yelping with joy, saliva dripping from its bone. The grass below was already too soaked to absorb more, and behind it, a glistening arc shot out from beneath its skirt, landing far off on the grass. The thick, viscous liquid pressed the blades of grass flat, unable to stand upright. The little foot, not bound and facing the sky, curled its toes tightly towards its sole, the entire foot wriggling incessantly. Its long, blue tail shot straight up as if electrocuted. The small tuft at the very tip, after pointing skyward for a while, slowly turned southeast. Mmm, good, we'll head in that direction to find treasure. "Wuu, wuu, wuu," Tvalin, still in the afterglow of [REDACTED], trembled, shaking violently from time to time, humming unconsciously in its throat, seemingly not yet recovered. "Mmm, this, this won't do. I almost dirtied my skirt." Noelle was thoughtful, smoothing Tvalin's skirt and tucking the hem under its tail. Seeing Tvalin's bare little bottom and its thong, Noelle recoiled as if shocked and quickly withdrew her hand. "Th-this, this, wuwuwu..." Noelle's small hands covered her face, pretending not to have seen anything. On the other side, Tvalin felt its little bottom much cooler. A gust of wind passed, and its lower half felt cool and tingly. It also whimpered in protest. "Wuu, Noelle, haven't you experienced this yourself? Don't be shy, protecting Tvalin is the priority. For Tvalin, wuu, this is fine too, it won't dirty its clothes." She patted Tvalin's little horn to comfort it. However, this again caused its delicate body to tremble. Wuu, the two girls resigned themselves and proceeded in the direction indicated by the tail. Ying led Tvalin with a leash, guiding its direction. Tvalin walked quite fast, keeping up with Ying's pace. The sound of bells chimed along the way, accompanied by soft panting. And there was a girl, carrying a greatsword, her face flushed red, walking silently at the forefront. Ahead, four Water Slimes were arranged in a remarkably neat square. Ying found these four Water Slimes peculiar. Noelle, prepare for battle! Equip the Prisoner's Shackles for Noelle. Noelle faced the enemies before her with focus.