The Adventures of a Woman in Tight Bondage

At the end of the towering peaks lay a cliff, and beneath it, a sinkhole cradled by mountains, stretching for miles, its depths unfathomable. On the cliff's edge, through the swirling mist, a woman in white could be faintly discerned. Her figure was graceful, her raven hair cascading down her back, tied into a long ponytail with an ornate cloud-shaped hairpin. A necklace adorned her neck. She wore a white, low-cut dress, cinched at the front with over a dozen black ribbons, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin on her back. Her lower half was clad in a white miniskirt, also fastened with ribbons, tightly encasing her full, alluring hips. Her long, slender legs were sheathed in white stockings as thin as cicada wings. Though her face was obscured, her silhouette alone proclaimed her a peerless beauty, an immortal descended to earth. Her fingers were delicate, her skin like congealed fat, a rosy white that seemed to exude moisture. Yet, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the beauty's hands were bound tightly behind her back with white ropes the same color as her attire. If one looked even more intently, they would discover that on her elegant neck, white ropes coiled like venomous snakes. The ends of these ropes wrapped around her arms seven or eight times, extending to her wrists. Her forearms were twisted upwards, her hands bound at the wrists in a "W" shape. The ropes, passing through the loop around her neck, were pulled taut, lifting her hands almost to the nape of her neck. Her arms were pulled back and upwards as far as they could go, the white ropes crisscrossed and tightly secured at her wrists. They then wound down her forearms, back up her upper arms, and returned to her wrists, repeating this process for over a dozen coils. Finally, her left and right arms were drawn together and bound with two more coils, pressing her wrists flush against each other, rendering any outward movement impossible. Her legs were bound together. White ropes began at her ankles, wrapped around a few times, then passed between her legs before being tightened and knotted at the ankles. The ropes then ascended, binding her calves, just above and below her knees, and her thighs, in the same manner as her ankles, passing between her legs and knotting securely. At this moment, the beauty slowly turned around. Despite her legs being bound incredibly tightly, her turn was unimpeded, as if propelled by an unseen force. Through the mist, the beauty's exquisite face gradually became visible. What a perfect face it was, utterly flawless. Arched brows like crescent moons graced her face, a nose both proud and delicate, and lips like rosy cherries, a silent, alluring invitation. Her peerless almond eyes, like pools of starlight and autumn water, were clear and bright, captivating all who beheld them. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, her lashes long and elegant. Clad in snow-white, bathed in moonlight, her form seemed to emanate a faint, sacred glow. Her white dress fluttered in the breeze, revealing skin like ice and bones like jade, exuding an ethereal and noble aura, truly like the Guanghan Fairy who subsisted on dew and moonlight. Her skin was like congealed fat, her eyes like autumn water, her nose a delicate jade, her lips moist and red, her teeth like jade. She was as if light clouds veiled the moon, as if a gentle breeze stirred the falling snow. Her fair skin was almost transparent. A cloud-shaped white crystal ornament adorned her chest, emitting a unique radiance. She possessed a pointed chin, fair skin, and beneath her long bangs and lashes, a pair of amethyst eyes sparkled like jewels. Her expression conveyed a sense of haughty yet approachable demeanor, of seductive yet detached coolness, and an overall peacefulness. Yet, this magnificent beauty was tightly bound by white ropes. They began at her fair, delicate neck, then coiled closely around the base of her firm, partially revealed breasts, accentuating their allure to the maximum. Her rosy nipples were almost clearly visible. The white ropes intertwined to form a tight net, each mesh encircling the base of her breasts separately. Then, two meshes were used to firmly secure the center of her breasts, dividing her proud bosom into two distinct sections. The white ropes also formed a spiderweb-like pattern on her abdomen, with several meshes of varying sizes. From each mesh, two ropes extended to the back, connecting with the ropes binding her arms. A forceful pull on the knot caused her full, firm breasts to swell dramatically, and the ropes constricting their center gave them a葫芦-like shape. In the lower body, her waist was enveloped in a dense net of ropes. Two strands then pressed down on either side of her lower body, passing through and merging with the ropes binding her hands. The beauty seemed to find the ropes unbearable, writhing her body with a charming frown. However, the white ropes seemed imbued with a spirit, tightening around her ever more, causing her to let out soft moans. "Ugh... ah... ugh... ah... ugh... ah... ugh... ah... ahhhhh!!" Mu Yan's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly in bed, her face flushed, panting heavily. Mu Yan looked around, realizing she was still in her own room, unchanged. How strange. This was the seventh time this month she had had this dream. In this dream, she was always dressed in white, bound by white ropes on a cliff. The ropes constantly rubbed and stimulated her body, making it difficult to resist. She even... even... Mu Yan touched herself beneath the covers, feeling a sense of shared sensation. Thinking of this, Mu Yan's face flushed again. Her master had sent her here to cultivate, to continuously improve her martial arts, but she was constantly trapped in this strange dream, neglecting her practice. Why did she keep having this dream? Was there a secret behind it? Mu Yan couldn't help but ponder, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure it out.

"This kind of person, there's no need to show mercy," Yi Die said hatefully. But seeing Mei Lan instantly grasp her silver needles, she had to admit that being captured by Mei Lan back then wasn't a coincidence. "Mei Lan, don't get smug. With the four of us here today, you won't escape even with wings," Xin Rou said, holding her long sword horizontally. "If you honestly hand over my sister, I might consider sparing your life." "Sister Xin Rou, I wasn't planning on escaping either," Mei Lan said with a smile, looking at Xin Rou. Then, she casually threw the silver needles in her hand to the ground. "Since I've fallen into the hands of you sisters, I have no choice but to surrender." As Mei Lan spoke, she placed her hands behind her back. "What?!!" Mei Lan's action surprised everyone. They looked at Mei Lan with utter disbelief. "What's wrong? You sisters look very strange," Mei Lan said with a charming smile, looking at the female warriors in front of her. "I feel very ashamed thinking about how I bullied you sisters not long ago." This... the four female warriors exchanged glances at Mei Lan's expression, momentarily stunned and unsure of what to do. "What's wrong? If I surrender, you sisters don't want to tie me up?" Mei Lan said with a coquettish laugh. "Hmph, I'll make sure you regret this today." Yu Xin, seeing that the others hadn't moved and Mei Lan was standing there with her hands behind her back, approached Mei Lan with the "Binding Beauty Rope." "Sister Yu Xin still trusts me. I'm so touched," Mei Lan said, smiling at Yu Xin. "How does Sister Yu Xin plan to tie me up?" As Mei Lan spoke, she intertwined her fingers behind her back, twisting her arms. Biting her red lips, her alluring eyes fixed on Yu Xin, emitting an irresistible temptation. At the same time, she twisted her delicate body as if she were already tightly bound. "Hmph, don't get too pleased with yourself. I'll tie you up so tight you won't be able to bear it," Yu Xin said hatefully. "Like how I tied you up, Sister Yu Xin, back then? I remember you were screaming and crying, almost to the point of tears from the pain," Mei Lan said with a playful laugh. "You... you... you..." Yu Xin's small face flushed red. She stopped talking to Mei Lan and moved behind her. She forcefully pulled Mei Lan's arms upwards, then clasped Mei Lan's wrists together tightly with one hand. She then folded the Binding Beauty Rope in half and wrapped it around the wrists three times. The end of the rope was threaded through the loop of the folded rope and tightened. It was then threaded between the hands and wrapped several times, tightened, and knotted securely. Mei Lan's wrists were now trapped in the rope, bound tightly. Yu Xin then wrapped the rope around Mei Lan's elbows three times, tightening it, and then threaded it between her hands, wrapping it several times and slowly tightening the loop, bringing Mei Lan's elbows as close together as possible. Chapter 7: Tightly Bound Exquisite Boss, Mu Lan The thought of Mei Lan's torment back then made Yu Xin furious. She tightened the ropes on Mei Lan with all her might, causing Mei Lan to cry out. "Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah...!!" "Hmph!" Hearing Mei Lan's cries, Yu Xin felt an immense sense of relief. She continued to bind Mei Lan with even more effort. The memory of being tormented by Mei Lan in bed only made her tighten her grip. "Ugh... Is it really necessary to be this rough?" Mei Lan said flirtatiously, twisting her upper body. "What's necessary or not necessary when dealing with a wicked woman like you," Yu Xin said loudly. "I wish I could strangle you to death right now." "Sister Yu Xin, you're really something," Mei Lan said, turning her head to look at Yu Xin, a smile still on her face. "But I remember Sister Yu Xin having quite a bit of fun when we were playing." "Shut up!!" Yu Xin tightened the ropes on Mei Lan again with force.

Qingling lightly flipped Meilan over, placing her on her back. Qingling straddled Meilan, extending her slender hands. "Here I come again," she said with a grin, then lunged for Meilan's waist. First, she tickled, then scratched, then a combination of both. Waves of ticklishness washed over Meilan's body, making her squirm uncontrollably, her body writhing more intensely, accompanied by muffled laughter, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo... hoo hoo..." Under Qingling's assault, Meilan couldn't stop laughing. Her face gradually flushed red, her breathing grew ragged, and she struggled to catch her breath, her body's movements becoming more violent. After an unknown amount of time spent tickling, Qingling repositioned Meilan's head. She ran her fingers across Meilan's tightly bound lips. "Meilan-jiejie, it seems you've gotten used to it. Looks like I need to give you some more severe punishment." As she spoke, Qingling changed her tickling method, her ten fingers moving to Meilan's lower abdomen, sliding slowly. Meilan's body jolted again, stimulated by the touch. More muffled laughter escaped her tightly bound mouth, "Wu ha ha ha ha ha wu wu wu hoo hoo hoo hoo..." Qingling moved back and forth between Meilan's waist, abdomen, and even her armpits, scratching. Meilan thrashed and struggled desperately on the bed, her hair already a disheveled mess. Qingling didn't know how long she tickled before stopping. Meilan lay limp on the bed, her small face flushed, her bound mouth struggling to breathe. "It seems our Meilan-jiejie can still handle more," Qingling said as she wiped the sweat from Meilan's face and tidied her messy long hair. "Uh ha... oh ha... oh ha..." Meilan panted, her eyes tightly shut, turning her head to the side to avoid looking at Qingling's exquisite, beautiful face. "Then let's try a different method." Qingling grinned mischievously as she looked at Meilan's long, slender legs, still clad in black stockings. At the end of these beautiful legs were a pair of delicate, small, jade-like feet. "Wu wu wu wu wu," Meilan looked at Qingling, who was grinning as she stared at her feet, a flicker of fear mixed with anticipation on her face. Qingling flipped Meilan over, positioning her face down on the bed. She then untied the ropes binding her hands and feet, allowing her to lie straight on the bed. As soon as she was freed, Meilan deliberately swayed her legs, which were still bound together like a mermaid's, as if to remind Qingling of her endless allure. Qingling, meanwhile, quietly admired Meilan's struggling beauty. Seeing that Qingling remained still for a long time, Meilan stopped moving her legs. Only then did Qingling extend her jade-like hand and begin to caress Meilan's long, slender legs, starting from the roots of her thighs. Her beautiful legs appeared even more sexy and alluring under the accentuation of the binding ropes. Meilan's thigh skin was smooth and delicate, fair and enticing. Qingling gripped these plump thighs and kneaded them a couple of times, finding them warm, soft, and elastic, the feel simply indescribable. Meilan's calves were encased in black stockings, displaying a graceful curve. Qingling then tugged at the binding ropes tightly wrapped around Meilan's calves, simultaneously feeling the allure of Meilan's sexy calves. "Meilan-jiejie, next it will be your little feet." As Qingling spoke, she slid her fingers over Meilan's small feet, marveling, "Meilan-jiejie, your little feet are truly jade feet fit for a celestial fairy, tender and fair, light and alluring." However, Meilan, now praised as a fairy, could only be tightly bound by the ropes, lying face down on the bed, her knees bent, her delicate little feet dangling in the air, weakly curled together. Qingling was about to begin tickling Meilan's little feet when she suddenly stopped, a strange smile appearing on her face. Then, she forcefully gripped Meilan's small feet with her hands. "I have another good idea." With that, she got up and left the large bed. Meilan had no idea what good idea Qingling was talking about. In any case, she was too weak to resist now and could only lie face down on the large bed, waiting for Qingling's return. Before long, Qingling returned with silver threads and a small stick covered in fluff. She dangled the items in front of Meilan, looking at her with a mischievous grin. Meilan immediately understood what Qingling was about to do, shaking her head and vehemently protesting. "Meilan-jiejie, before I tickle your little feet, I'm going to give you a little makeover," Qingling said with a smile. She then lifted Meilan, positioning her to kneel upright on the bed. Next, she took the binding ropes and wrapped them around Meilan's soft chest three times. Then, she looped the rope around Meilan's neck, and wove the hanging ropes into a tight mesh. This mesh was used to encircle Meilan's soft breasts, with two additional mesh loops tightly securing the center of her breasts. In this manner, Meilan's proud breasts were securely netted by the ropes.

She was clad in a snow-white feathered gown, beneath which her graceful form was revealed. Her breasts were high and full, her waist slender, and her hips exquisitely rounded. Her beautiful legs were encased in sheer, slippery white transparent stockings, with delicate and beautiful embroidered lace at the upper thigh. Her alluring curves were undeniably showcased by the feathered skirt and the ropes, giving her an overall aura of delicate, ethereal beauty. Her fingers were slender and delicate, her skin like congealed fat, white with a hint of pink, appearing as if it could ooze moisture, yet they were firmly bound by the "Fumei Rope." She was, of course, Qing Rou, the most beautiful among the thirty maidens captured by Mei Lan. Her exquisite beauty had compelled Mei Lan to keep her as a treasured captive, thus causing her to miss the opportunity to be rescued by her sister. At this moment, Qing Rou was suspended high by the Fumei Rope. A trace of exhaustion was visible on her stunningly beautiful face. Her small mouth was tightly gagged and further secured with a silk stocking, evoking a desire to cherish and protect her in anyone who beheld her. The Fumei Rope was draped over her jade-like neck, pressing against her alabaster skin before looping around to her front. It then passed under her armpits and returned to her back, wrapping around her upper arms twice. Several tight knots were then secured on her back. The two ends of the rope were then combined into a single strand, draped over her alluring left shoulder, coiled around her throat, and then looped over her right shoulder before returning to her back to intertwine with the existing knots. Her forearms were then bound tightly, followed by her wrists, which were secured with extreme tightness, leaving Qing Rou's upper body completely restrained. Qing Rou's hands were now bound tightly behind her, suspended high above. Her fingertips nearly touched the back of her head. The Fumei Rope extended from behind her, along her shoulders to her front, crossing at the cleavage of her breasts. It then wound tightly around to her back, intertwining with the ropes binding her wrists. The rope also extended from her wrists, wrapping around Qing Rou's slender waist several times. Furthermore, after being knotted at Qing Rou's waist, the Fumei Rope descended directly downwards, passing through her undulating lower abdomen and through her most intimate parts, before looping to her lower back and being tied in several knots. This caused Qing Rou to feel a surge of stimulation in her lower body, vaguely sensing the rope pressing against her mysterious nether regions, as if deliberately arousing her. Qing Rou's upper body was also tightly bound together by the Fumei Rope. It continuously wound around her sensitive areas and tightened, causing Qing Rou immense pain and an uncontrollable urge to cry out. Qing Rou's beautiful legs, clad in white embroidered lace stockings, were also firmly bound by the Fumei Rope. After looping around Qing Rou's ankles, the Fumei Rope formed a figure "8" in the center, with several tight knots. It then proceeded upwards, binding her legs securely. From her ankles, it ascended along her jade-like legs all the way to the base of her thighs. Knots were tied between the two strands of rope in the crotch, binding Qing Rou's legs together in a way that was both ethereal and incredibly alluring. The Fumei Rope was also drawn down from Qing Rou's alabaster neck, tightly encircling the base of her firm, subtly revealed breasts several times, maximizing the prominence of her sexy cleavage. Her rosy nipples were almost clearly visible. Not only that, but the Fumei Rope pulled down from Qing Rou's neck was woven into a tight mesh. Each breast was encircled by a mesh loop, and then two more mesh loops were tightly fastened in the center of each breast. Simultaneously, the Fumei Rope formed several mesh eyelets across Qing Rou's abdomen, like a spiderweb. Two strands of Fumei Rope extended from each eyelet, leading to the back of her waist and connecting with the ropes binding her arms behind her. This caused Qing Rou's full, firm breasts to swell immediately, and the ropes constricting the center made them appear to take on a葫芦 (gourd) shape. In her lower body, Qing Rou's waist was also enveloped in a dense rope net. Two strands of Fumei Rope pressed against the sides of her lower body, meeting behind her and merging with the ropes binding her arms. Qing Rou's hands were twisted behind her back and held upright. Her palms were pressed together, thumbs to thumbs, index fingers to index fingers, all five fingers touching, and then firmly bound. The rope was wrapped around her clasped fingers several times, and finally crisscrossed over her palms, binding her hands together tightly with no space in between. Qing Rou was not wearing shoes, her legs raised high with the soles facing upwards. The Fumei Rope was tightly wound below her ankles, re-binding her wrists. Simultaneously, her two small, dark-stockinged feet were bound tightly together, with a secure knot tied in the center of her pale soles. Qing Rou's ten toes were spread apart with great force. Her two big toes were bound together, and the five toes on each foot were bound to their neighbors, tied securely. The rope dug deeply into the tender flesh of Qing Rou's toes, straightening her naturally curled toes and binding them tightly together, rendering them unable to separate. At the same time, the Fumei Rope was inserted into the gap beneath the roots of her bound big toes, intertwining with the ropes on her toes before being tied in a death knot. This bound Qing Rou's feet extremely tightly, causing the Fumei Rope to deeply embed itself into the tender skin of her soles and toes. Her originally white, jade-like soles were now entirely red from the constriction of the ropes, as were her ten delicate toes. Her two small heels were also bound together side-by-side, appearing very prominent. One end of the Fumei Rope was secured at Qing Rou's ankle, while the other end passed upwards through the ropes at the back of her neck and returned to her ankle. This caused Qing Rou's body to bend backwards in an arch. The rope, wrapped around her arms, waist, and ankles, was then secured, binding Qing Rou in a "four horses pulling in opposite directions" posture. Qing Rou's perfect figure was undeniably displayed under the tight embrace of the Fumei Rope, her skin appearing like snow, lifting her breasts high. The alluring stockings tightly encased the base of her thighs, her lower body, and her high-arched buttocks. A circle of beautiful patterns adorned the edge of the stocking tops, making her beautiful legs even more dazzling. At this moment, her delicate face was like jade, utterly captivating. Her lustrous black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders. On her flawless, beautiful face, her star-like eyes were tightly closed, stirring the hearts of all who beheld her. Beneath her high nose were moist, red lips, long eyelashes, a pointed chin, fair skin, and a slender, sexy neck, all contributing to her tall, alluring physique. Her entire body was crisscrossed and tightly bound by dozens of Fumei Ropes, completely immobilized, like a perfect and enticing jade sculpture.

"An eye for an eye," Yixin said, shaking her head. "Besides, Sister Yidie, you're so beautiful, how could I not tie you up tighter?" As she spoke, she picked up one end of the beauty-binding rope and tied it to Yidie's ankle. She then threaded the other end upwards, through the rope around Yidie's neck, and back down to her ankle, repeating this three times, slowly tightening. Yidie's body gradually arched backward, the pressure and restraint on her breasts becoming more intense and stimulating. Yixin bent Yidie's body back to its maximum extent before knotting and securing it. Finally, she wrapped the rope horizontally around Yidie's arms and waist, then intertwined it with the ropes connecting her neck and ankles, wrapping it three times to tighten and fix, binding Yidie into a position resembling a horse with its hooves tied. "Alright, now I'm tied up so tightly by Sister Yixin that I can't move at all. Sister Yixin, you can do whatever you want with me," Yidie said, wriggling her body, which was tightly constricted by the rope. "I wonder how Sister Yixin plans to deal with me first?" At this moment, Yidie's graceful figure was made even more perfect by the beauty-binding rope, appearing incredibly alluring. Her long, slender legs, clad in smooth, white, transparent stockings, were bound in a way that accentuated her curves. Her beautiful face and perfect body, enhanced by the beauty-binding rope, exuded an irresistible temptation. She winked at Yixin, anticipating her next move. However, Yixin moved behind her, took her hands, and placed her fingers together, as if preparing to bind them. "Sister Yidie, since I said I would tie you up like Meilan tied me, how could I let you off so easily?" Yixin said as she brought Yidie's ten slender fingers together, tying them securely one by one with the beauty-binding rope. Her thumbs, in particular, were densely wrapped from fingertip to bone. The beauty-binding rope tying her thumbs together was then merged and pulled upwards, passed through a pre-made loop at her nape, and tightened down at her wrists, thus suspending her thumbs high behind her back. The remaining eight fingers were also tied together, index finger to index finger, middle finger to middle finger, with the beauty-binding rope at their roots, then firmly wrapped several times with silk ribbons to cover the ropes. Thus, Yidie's two soft, beautiful palms were wrapped layer by layer with the beauty-binding rope, tightened at the wrists. Afterward, a wide silk scarf was used to cover both of Yidie's hands, and then tied securely on the outside with rope, forming a cocoon. "Sister Yixin, you..." Yidie tried to speak, but saw Yixin quickly gather the underwear she had just removed from Yidie's chest into a ball and forcefully stuff it all into Yidie's mouth, then tie a knot on the outside with rope. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Yidie could only let out muffled groans. "Sister Yidie," Yixin said with a smile, then reached out and took Yidie's small feet in her hands. "Your little feet need to be tied up tightly as well." "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Yidie wriggled her body, feigning dissatisfaction and resistance. Yixin's binding was clearly more extreme than her own earlier efforts. "Sister Yidie, what are you unhappy about? Didn't you play with my feet for a long time just now?" Yixin said with a smile, holding Yidie's slender, white-stockinged feet in her hands. She chuckled and slid her fingers over them a few times, making Yidie burst into laughter. Yixin carefully examined Yidie's beautiful white-stockinged feet, which were wriggling helplessly in her hands. The five toes stretched and contracted the stockings. "Sister Yidie, you said my feet were pretty, but your little feet are truly beautiful – so delicate and alluring," Yixin said, unable to resist tickling her feet a few more times. Yixin gazed at Yidie's exquisite and beautiful feet. Wrapped in red stockings, they had a hazy allure, yet were clearly visible. Yidie's two small feet were slender and beautiful, with sharply protruding ankle bones that were very sexy. Her heels were slender, and her small feet were fair and delicate. Beneath the tender skin of her insteps, a few faint blue veins were visible, as if transparent. Her arched feet were stunning, with slender, pale toes that were slightly curled, their joints beautifully curved. The tips of her toes were delicate and charming. Her second toe was slightly longer than her big toe. Her toenails were crystal clear. Turning her feet over, the edges of her soles were pink, and her pale, tender soles were slightly concave inwards – truly perfect. Yixin lifted Yidie's bound legs high, the soles of her feet facing upwards. She meticulously wound the beauty-binding rope around the area below her rounded ankle bones, re-binding her slender ankles. She then drew out the ends of the rope, dividing them into two strands to bind the front and back of Yidie's feet, tying her two small, delicate feet together tightly and securing them with a knot in the center of her pale soles. Afterward, Yixin used the beauty-binding rope to tightly bind her pair of beautiful big toes. Then, starting with the left foot, she firmly bound her big toe to her second toe, then severely constricted her second toe to her third, and so on, binding every adjacent pair of toes until the little toe. She repeated the process on the right foot, the beauty-binding rope snugly binding the joints of each of her toes, deeply embedding into the tender flesh. The naturally curled toes of Yidie's feet were all straightened and tightly bound together, unable to separate. Then, she inserted one end of the beauty-binding rope into the gap beneath the roots of Yidie's two tightly bound big toes, intertwined it with the existing toe bindings, and tied a secure knot. Yidie's feet were bound extremely tightly, the beauty-binding ropes deeply embedding into the tender skin of her soles and toes. Her originally pure white, jade-like soles were already completely red from the rope's constriction, as were all ten delicate toes. Her two small heels were also bound together side-by-side, looking very conspicuous. "Hehe, Sister Yidie, now it

"Sister didn't come to the Gloomy Forest this time with any intention of fighting anyone," Huanlian said with an elegant smile at Xingyue, her hands still clasped across her chest. "That's good. I hope Sister Huanlian can keep her word," Xingyue said, bowing towards Huanlian. "However," Huanlian slightly raised her right hand, extending her index finger and wagging it at Xingyue, "Sister cannot let the Xuanqin Kingdom know about this visit to the Gloomy Forest." Before Huanlian's words had even fallen, she had already leaped high into the air, lunging fiercely towards Xingyue. In Yuxin's room, Yidie was tightly bound by the "Fumei Rope," writhing helplessly before Yuxin. Yidie's beautiful eyes were wide open, her small mouth completely gagged by a silk stocking. She looked weakly at Yuxin, her delicate eyebrows curved like crescent moons on her face, her nose straight and elegant, her cherry lips rosy, as if offering a silent temptation. Her fair skin was almost translucent. Her slender fingers, with skin like congealed fat, were white with a hint of pink, seeming as if they could exude moisture, but they were held fast by the Fumei Rope. On her delicate neck, the two ends of the Fumei Rope were wrapped around her arms seven or eight times each, extending all the way to her wrists. Her forearms were twisted upwards, her hands bound together at the wrists in a "W" shape. The rope passed upwards through a loop around her neck, pulling her hands up until they almost touched the back of her head. Yidie's arms were pulled back and upwards as far as they could go. The Fumei Rope was tightly knotted at her wrists. The rope then wound downwards around her left and right forearms before looping back up to her wrists, repeating this process for over a dozen turns. Finally, it was tightened twice around her arms, pulling her wrists close together, making it impossible for her arms to move outwards even a fraction. This was not enough. The Fumei Rope was also knotted at Yidie's wrists. It passed from the left side, over her firm breasts, and returned to the right wrist. Then, it passed from the right side, under her firm breasts, and returned to the left wrist. This was repeated four times, gradually pressing Yidie's firm breasts to become even more prominent, while also securing her arms even more tightly against her body, making movement even more difficult. The Fumei Rope then wrapped from Yidie's left shoulder to her chest, passed downwards through the four ropes above her breasts, and was knotted. It then went down through the cleavage, tightened and knotted at the four ropes below her breasts, and then passed back up through the knot above her breasts, returning to her right shoulder and then to her wrists. The rope was tied very tightly around Yidie's body. Yidie's legs were not spared either. Her legs were brought together, and the Fumei Rope began to bind her ankles for several turns. It then passed between her legs, looping back twice, and was tightened with a knot at the ankles to secure it. The rope then continued upwards, binding her calves, knees (above and below), and thighs in the same manner as her ankles, passing between her legs and tightening with knots. Yidie was not wearing shoes. Her fingers and toes were all securely bound by the Fumei Rope. Yidie was now like a mermaid, with her hands bound, only able to move her tail. Her beautiful face and perfect figure, accentuated by the Fumei Rope, exuded an irresistible allure. At this moment, both Yuxin and Yidie were lying on the bed. They didn't know how long they had been entwined, but the exhaustion in their eyes could not hide their excitement. Yidie was particularly immersed in the pleasure she had just experienced, moaning softly, her chest rising and falling, making her look exceptionally alluring. After their passionate encounter, they rested on the bed for a long time, breathing gently. Yidie suddenly rested her small head against Yuxin, looking at her with a satisfied expression. "Sister Yuxin, I never expected you little thing to be so playful and treat this sister so... excessively," she said. Although it sounded like a complaint, her tone was full of indulgence and playful affection.