Hatsune's Wonderful Adventure

Miku surveyed the room, noting that some of the props were perhaps a bit premature, but she had a plan. She walked over, hefted the whimpering Nico up, and untied the ribbons binding her thighs and calves. Nico’s bent legs finally fell free, and she let out a soft moan of relief as her limbs tingled and went numb. Miku, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow at a display screen. The screen showed Nico’s various bodily data. Miku could use it to alleviate Nico’s fatigue from being bound, as well as any other negative effects that might arise. In other words, with this system, Miku didn’t have to worry about Nico being unable to withstand prolonged bondage. This place was truly thoughtful. Furthermore, as the “game” progressed, Nico’s physical condition would gradually improve, an undoubtedly excellent feature, and likely a win-win scenario. Of course, physical recovery came at a price: ten Creation Points per use, a cost too high to indulge in frequently at this stage. “Alright, let’s give it a try then~” Miku tapped the screen. A flash of light enveloped Nico, and she was astonished to find all her pain and discomfort vanishing. Energized, she began a new round of struggling, though she could still only roll on the floor like a seal. Miku walked over and untied her mouth and body restraints. Nico coughed, her lips moving, and slowly asked, “Who… who are you?” “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hatsune Miku, a vocaloid. I want to play a game with you.” Miku squatted in front of Nico, fiddling with something. “W-what game! I don’t want to play! Let me go!” Nico shrieked. As if anticipating this, Miku shoved a pink, multi-holed ball into her mouth and secured a strap behind her head. Nico whimpered, her teeth clamped down on the ball, but she couldn’t push it out. She soon realized that with her mouth unable to close properly, she couldn’t swallow her saliva, which quickly dripped out through the holes and the corners of her mouth. “Mph?! Mmph! Mmph!” Nico’s face flushed crimson as she kicked her legs frantically. Miku ignored her struggles, her delicate hand tightening its grip. The satin ribbons binding Nico transformed into brown hemp ropes, a five-point Creation Point expenditure that Miku deemed well worth it. The ropes danced, and Nico, previously bound with straight arms, was now tied in a reverse-arm bind. Her wrists were crossed and hoisted behind her, rendering her utterly immobile as if glued in place, her fingers fumbling uselessly for non-existent knots. The ropes then wrapped around her upper arms and breasts, pressing them slightly outward. The rope cinched through the middle, forming an ‘8’ knot at her chest. “Mmmph!” Her outer jacket had long since been removed, leaving only a white undershirt. Tears welled in Nico’s eyes, and she stopped struggling, allowing the ropes to bind her. Miku’s lips curved into a slight smile at Nico’s resigned demeanor. Her right hand shimmered, and a pink vibrator appeared. “Nico-neechan, let’s try this~” Before Nico could react, Miku lifted her skirt and inserted the vibrator into her white panties, pressing it against her tender flesh. Nico’s body jolted violently, her eyes widening in disbelief as she began to protest fiercely. Miku paid no mind to the sweet whimpers filling the air. She tucked the pink remote control into Nico’s stockinged leg. Then, the rope binding Nico’s waist moved lower, securing her perky buttocks and pressing her skirt tightly against her body. Her legs were bound again, layer upon layer of rope, the constriction far more intense than the satin ribbons. Next, Nico felt a powerful force lift her. A rope snaked wickedly between her legs and then tightened with a sudden jerk. “Mmmph!” Nico’s body arched as if electrocuted, her legs clamping together. Her fair face instantly flushed scarlet. Her body trembled, and she glared fiercely at Miku. Miku, unfazed, said, “Why are you glaring at me? No glaring~” Nico didn’t understand the meaning of the words. Did she mean she shouldn’t glare just because she was told not to? Her eyes were her own! But then she truly understood. She felt a sharp pain on the right side of her scalp. Her right ponytail had been tied with a rope, pulled taut to a hook on the ceiling and secured. Nico could only crane her head upwards, letting out a helpless cry. Nico’s head was now restricted, allowing only slight movements. Any excessive motion would tug at her scalp. She could only bite down hard on the ball in her mouth, her peripheral vision unable to catch sight of Miku. “Mmph?!” Before Nico could recover, the rope around her crotch tightened again. That rope, joined with one extending from her back, hoisted her entire body into the air, only her tiptoes touching the ground. Her boots had been removed, and Nico’s cute toes wriggled, tapping the floor, maintaining her precarious balance. This wasn’t the end. A rope looped around her neck, forcing her body to bend forward. The other end of the rope was tied to an iron ring on the floor. Miku gazed with satisfaction at Nico’s current predicament. Her hands were bound behind her, her fingers desperately tugging at the ropes. Her body was forced into a stooped position, her pert buttocks high in the air. Her legs were bound like sticks, only her tiptoes barely touching the floor. Miku could already see her calves trembling, her body involuntarily spinning in the air. A rope pulled at her ponytail, forcing her to lift her pretty face. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the floor, and her large eyes were filled with humiliation. Nico couldn’t comprehend why she was being subjected to such treatment. Every time she tried to struggle, the rope around her crotch tightened further, sending waves of pleasure through her brain, causing her to writhe involuntarily. This, in turn, increased the pressure on her tiptoes, and her body spun like a top, the tightness of the bonds all over her becoming more pronounced. Nico’s consciousness began to flicker. Miku looked at Nico’s clamped legs and chuckled, “Nico-neechan will stay here for a day. I’ll come play with you tomorrow~” “Mmph?! Mmph mmph! Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph!” Hearing that she would be bound like this for a whole day, Nico immediately struggled frantically, but this only brought her greater pain. Miku steadied her constantly spinning body. Nico sobbed, her tiptoes trembling, her buttocks occasionally twitching. Her small body looked frail and pitiful. Miku looked at her flushed face and the copious drool, thought for a moment, and removed the gag. “Urgh…” A small glob of saliva dripped down. Nico coughed and pleaded, “Please let me go, I’m cuter than you, okay?” “Pfft~” Miku burst out laughing. Did this girl really think she was kidnapped because of that? How cute. Without further comment, Miku casually produced a pink, horse-bit style gag. Seeing the additional straps on this gag, Nico refused to comply. However, with her hair being pulled, her head couldn’t dodge, and she had no choice but to have her mouth pried open and bite down on the humiliating ball again. Straps tightened across Nico’s cheeks and chin, securing the ball in her mouth. Then, more straps converged above her nose, wrapping around to the back of her head before joining the straps at the nape. This way, Nico’s head also felt a strong sense of constriction. Nico felt like a plaything, utterly devoid of freedom. The previous gag could be slightly pushed out, but this time she could only bite down hard. Whenever she tried to open her mouth, the straps on her chin prevented her, leaving her lips barely parting, which only resulted in more saliva flowing out. “Mmm… Mmm hmm…” Just as Nico fell into despair, Miku squatted in front of her and, as if to comfort her, patted her little head. Then, Miku’s fingers moved to Nico’s thighs, and she activated the remote. “Mmph?! Mmph mmph mmph!” Nico’s body instantly jolted as if electrocuted. Her already precarious balance was shattered by her violent struggles. Nico’s pretty face flushed crimson, her eyes watering, and she glared at Miku in disbelief. Miku, sensing her rapidly quickening breath, giggled, stood up, and left the room, closing the door behind her amidst Nico’s despairing gaze. The room was suddenly empty except for Nico. She let out desperate whimpers, rubbing her legs together, but they were hopelessly bound by the ropes. Even though her hair was being pulled painfully, she shook her head, biting down hard on the ball in her mouth. No matter how much saliva flowed, she couldn’t stop it. All she wanted was for the vibrating object between her legs to stop, but she couldn’t. The more she focused on it, the more intense the stimulation became. So… so itchy!

"Wha—?!" Hatsune jolted awake, only to find herself completely immobilized. Her last memory was of encountering another Kurumi who had suddenly appeared. What was going on? Had Kurumi captured her? Where were Amiya and Nico? Hatsune tried to struggle, but the ropes were too tight, leaving her no room to maneuver. Her arms were bound straight behind her, the ropes coiling around her slender limbs like venomous snakes. Her arms felt as if they were being bitten, each movement causing a dull ache. To prevent her from loosening the bonds, her fingers were forced into fists, seemingly wrapped in tape on the outside, making it impossible to open them. Because her arms were pulled back so tightly, Hatsune's arms couldn't be straightened; they could only bend at the elbows. This extreme positioning forced her upper arms to be pressed tightly against her body, while her shoulders were forced outwards. Kurumi, of course, wouldn't miss such an opportunity. She made some adjustments to Hatsune's not-so-large chest, with figure-eight rope loops encircling Hatsune's small breasts. Already struggling to breathe, Hatsune found it impossible to take a deep breath due to the pressure from the ropes on her chest. "Mmm, mmmph..." Hatsune let out an inarticulate whimper. A small ball was in her mouth, and some silken material, perhaps her own stockings, was stuffed inside. A strange odor lingered, and a leather strap seemed to be fixed to her face, holding a cylindrical object in place. The smell emanated from within. A few seconds later, Hatsune realized what it was: Kurumi's boot. She was being forced to smell someone's boot?! Hatsune, who had always been the one in control, felt her submissive instincts erupt. Being bound so tightly and forced to smell someone's foot odor was utterly humiliating! "Wha—! Waaah!!!" Hatsune began to writhe, but her body could only rock back and forth like a seesaw. Her legs were also bound together, from her soles to the base of her thighs, with a total of eight sets of ropes. The ropes dug into Hatsune's tender legs, leaving faint red marks at the edges, a sign of blood congestion. Even with her body's enhanced strength from her time in the space, this level of restraint was pushing her limits. The bondage of her legs wasn't over. After being tightly bound together, her legs were pulled behind her, her ankles tied to her bent elbows. This forced Hatsune's body into an extreme arch, her waist bending into a breathtaking curve, as if it might snap at any moment. Her lower back became the sole point of support for her body. As she struggled, her thighs and chest bounced, this being the maximum extent of her movement, her last vestige of freedom. "Waaaaah! Waaaaah!!!" Hatsune thrashed like a seesaw, but eventually, she went limp. The struggle was incredibly draining, and without the ability to breathe deeply, Hatsune panted like a small dog, making "huff huff" sounds. The scent from the boot filled her nostrils without reservation, nearly suffocating her. So... so tight... It's... a little stimulating... Hormones surged, stimulating Hatsune. If she still had her wits about her, Hatsune would have wished for the restraints to be even tighter. "This young lady seems to enjoy this very much." Kurumi's voice reached her ears. Hatsune's delicate body trembled, and she whimpered a few times. Kurumi's stockinged foot tapped on the ground as she approached Hatsune, but she made no move for a long time. Unable to see or speak, Hatsune tensed up with fear, not knowing what Kurumi intended to do to her. In this state, she was like a helpless kitten, at the mercy of another. The fear of the unknown, of knowing harm was coming but not knowing how, was the most terrifying and stimulating aspect for Hatsune. "Huff, huff..." Gradually, Hatsune's breathing quickened. She began to shake her head, trying to dislodge the boot from her face. Just then, Hatsune felt a sharp pain on her scalp. Her proud twin tails had become reins, now held in someone else's hand. "Mmph! Hmph!!!" Hatsune protested, but it was completely ineffectual. Kurumi, with a smile, wound Hatsune's long twin tails around her own foot and tied a knot. Her own pigtails had become restraints, adding another layer of shame to Hatsune's inner turmoil. "How do I smell? Pleasant? This is the boot I wore all day, you know~" Kurumi gently tickled Hatsune's waist, causing Hatsune's body to tremble uncontrollably, as if electrocuted. Seeing Hatsune's pitiful appearance, Kurumi licked her lips. The itching on her waist stopped, and Hatsune was able to rest for a moment, but she had no idea what would happen next. Would she have a chance to escape? The instant Hatsune's body relaxed, a sharp pain shot through her chest. "Wha—!!!!" Hatsune screamed, struggling wildly, almost toppling over. Kurumi had produced two plastic clamps and attached them to Hatsune's breasts! Never having experienced such pain, Hatsune succumbed. The tearing agony in her chest made it impossible to think; she could only instinctively writhe her delicate body, trying to dislodge the clamps. But Hatsune could only move like a seesaw; this only caused the clamps on her breasts to repeatedly hit the ground, inflicting even more intense pain and stimulation! No! It hurts! Hiss... Let... let go... Hatsune whimpered in plea, but Kurumi couldn't understand, nor was she moved. She watched Hatsune's struggles with amusement, occasionally patting her pert buttocks. Hatsune's body was completely immobilized, like a beached fish, flopping and occasionally twitching her buttocks, looking quite alluring. The ropes on her body were taut, even her pigtails were pulled straight, but that slight pain was no longer important to Hatsune; the agony in her chest was paramount. "Huff, huff... Ohhh! Ohhh!!" Hatsune gradually grew exhausted, her struggles weakening. A sense of suffocation filled her brain, taking over her body. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, on the verge of passing out. Just then, Kurumi untied the thin cord securing the boot and removed it from Hatsune's head. Hatsune's small face was flushed red, saliva, tears, and sweat mixed together, smearing her pretty face. Her beautiful large eyes were slightly rolled back, vacant. Her delicate nostrils flared, desperately drawing in air. Seeing Hatsune so utterly tormented, Kurumi didn't press on. She didn't want to break or kill Hatsune and the other two; she simply enjoyed the feeling of dominating others. "Huff... Huff..." Hatsune gradually recovered, her eyes regaining their clarity. She looked at Kurumi, who was squatting before her, and frowned, a flash of anger in her eyes. This was ridiculous. Breast clamps were fine, and smelling feet until suffocating was also acceptable, but not looking at me like I'm a toy! Of course, Hatsune could accept being treated like a toy, but clearly not in this situation, where one wrong move could be her undoing. Kurumi's lips curled into a smile, and she licked them. A hint of fanaticism appeared on her face as she said, "Excellent, that's the expression! I love that defiant look! Hahaha!!" Seeing her somewhat deranged smile, Hatsune realized the person before her was likely a yandere type. She wouldn't be able to escape anytime soon, but... what about the other two? As if sensing Hatsune's confusion, Kurumi spun her around. Hatsune then saw Amiya and Nico, who were continuously reaching climax. Amiya and Nico were in the same position, secured to a metal frame. Their arms were bound straight behind them, like Hatsune's, though not as extremely. Their elbows were held together. Ropes then bound their upper arms to their chests and their elbows to their waists. Finally, their hands were bound straight, fingers tied, and then secured tightly against their buttocks. For Amiya and Nico, this type of restraint was something they had experienced many times recently, so it wasn't entirely surprising. But what followed was different. After the crotch ropes were passed through, they were forced to straddle a metal plate, or rather, they were forced to ride on this plate. Their thighs were folded and bound, then brought together to clamp the plate. Ropes tightened around their thighs secured their legs to the plate, preventing them from spreading them apart. Their bodies were suspended in mid-air, with most of their body weight supported solely by this plate. In other words, the vast majority of their body weight was concentrated on their crotches! The intense stimulation in their lower bodies left the two of them almost unable to think, plunging them into orgasm instantly, even wetting the plate slightly. And it wasn't over yet. If most of the weight was on the plate, where was the rest? The answer was their mouths. That's right. The main support of the metal frame extended horizontally at the height of their mouths, with realistic dildos attached. Their mouths were forced to hold those two massive objects! "Gulp, gulp..." Their mouths trembled uncontrollably. This wasn't intentional, as Kurumi, with a wicked grin, pressed a remote control, and the dildos in their mouths began to vibrate and extend! Was this some kind of oral sex training device?! The thought of being orally pleasured consumed their minds. The immense humiliation and shame nearly shattered their self-esteem. Fortunately, having played games with Hatsune for a long time recently had made them more resilient, but being bound like this was a first!

"Hmph, I'll take good care of you~" Hatsune clenched her small fist, and Kurumi was directly pulled to the ground, black ropes coiling around her body. Hatsune ignored the restrained Kurumi, snapped her fingers, and tentacles destroyed the metal frame, releasing Amiya and Nicole. They collapsed on the ground, their bodies trembling as if mechanical. Hatsune hurried to help them up. Fortunately, the two seemed unharmed, and Hatsune's worries did not materialize. Fear lingered in their eyes, but they hadn't lost their minds. "Rest well, we're leaving~" Hatsune smiled, her previous ferocity gone, replaced by the demeanor of a gentle older sister. "Don't worry... we'll be fine soon..." Nicole forced a smile, and Amiya nodded. Hatsune looked at the rope marks all over them with a pang of heartache, vowing to give them a full repair once they got back. After ten minutes of rest, Nicole and Amiya could barely stand. They gathered around Hatsune, looking at Kurumi, who was tied up and sprawled on the ground. Kurumi was bound by Hatsune in a manner that was almost vengeful. Her arms were twisted behind her back and clasped together, forming a pose like "Kannon with hands behind the back," and it was an extreme version, with her elbows pressed cruelly against each other. The pain made Kurumi's eyes twitch, her fingers to her elbows tightly bound by layers of rope, leaving very little exposed, almost entirely rope. Her breasts were also encircled by ropes several times, until they were bound into a round shape, then crisscrossed with ropes over her nipples. The elastic breasts, bound in this way, spilled out from the gaps in the ropes, as if about to overflow, making them quite alluring. This kind of erotic binding also made Kurumi extremely ashamed, her previous fervor completely dissipated, leaving only a shy blush. Her flat abdomen was crisscrossed by ropes, her waist tightened further, and Kurumi's chest visibly heaved, her breasts, constricted in front, trembling from time to time. Due to the binding position, she was forced to arch her chest, which made her even more ashamed. Her breasts were bound like this, without any protection, wasn't that... Thinking of what might happen next, Kurumi couldn't help but struggle, but she had lost the right to struggle at this point. After binding her upper body into a single unit, her legs were forced into a seated position, her ankles stacked on top of the knees of the other leg, and tightly bound with ropes, making it impossible to move at all. Then, the ropes were gradually secured down the stacked thighs and calves until her legs were inseparable. This wasn't the end; Kurumi's neck was wrapped with ropes several times and connected to the point where her legs were crossed. The rope between them was very short, forcing Kurumi to hunch over and lower her head, making her extremely uncomfortable. Her arms were twisted to their limit behind her, forcing her shoulders open, but the rope around her neck compelled her to lower her head. Kurumi felt her body become a contradiction, and under the opposing forces, she finally became completely immobile. "Let, let me go!" Kurumi protested, but Hatsune hooked her chin with her finger, forcing her to look up, then dangled a full-head hood in front of her eyes. "Rest well~" "No!!" Kurumi's pupils widened. She shook her head frantically, but Hatsune grabbed her pigtails. The hood had a hole perfectly sized for the pigtails, and as Kurumi watched in horror, it was pulled over her head. Instantly plunged into darkness, Kurumi writhed restlessly, but Nicole and Amiya held down her negligible struggles. Hatsune slowly tightened the hood behind Kurumi's head, allowing her to fully savor the despair of losing her five senses. First, sight was lost. Kurumi could open her eyes, but she couldn't see any light, as if she had become blind. Then came hearing. The built-in earplugs of the hood were inserted into Kurumi's ear canals and then expanded, sealing them shut. All external sounds were completely blocked, leaving only the muffled sound of Kurumi's own bone conduction. Next was smell. The hood had nose plugs at Kurumi's nose, which now completely blocked her nostrils, preventing her from smelling anything and even breathing. Kurumi could only breathe with her mouth wide open. However, when the hood was finally secured, her mouth was forced to bite down on a large ball, which stretched her jaw. Kurumi truly had no words to express her suffering. At this point, she couldn't open her mouth, nor could she close it, and could only let saliva flow out through the tube of the ball gag. Thanks to this tube, Kurumi didn't suffocate. However, her breathing was also restricted to a small stream, and even staying still felt suffocating, let alone struggling. Kurumi's pleas for mercy also disappeared, losing their nasal quality, and only a slight sound could be heard from the tube. Unable to hear, smell, speak, see, or move, Kurumi had truly become a lump of flesh, plunged into a state of utter despair. The sensation of leather and rope rubbing against her skin was amplified infinitely, and an unparalleled sense of restraint enveloped Kurumi. At this moment, besides fear, a nascent emotion began to stir within her: being bound to such an extreme, the feeling of ropes digging into her flesh, the feeling of leather sealing her senses, was it somehow... stimulating? Just as Kurumi thought the restraint was over and she couldn't be further secured, Hatsune wasn't ready to let her go. Kurumi felt her knees being pushed and brought as close as possible to her head, and her feet were consequently bent into an arc, stretched taut, almost sprained. No!! Let me go!!

Hatsune hummed a little tune as she arrived at the hotel, finding the room opened by Nicole and Amiya. However, before she could even enter, she heard the sound of a whip cracking from inside, followed by moans and gasps… "Having fun, are we~?" Hatsune opened the door to find Amiya and Nicole had finished restraining Kurumi's two clones and were thoroughly enjoying themselves. As if seeking revenge, the two had procured a metal frame, restraining the two Kurumis face-to-face. However, there were no dildos or anything of that sort. Both clones were covered head-to-toe in leather and straps, and their poses were different. One was restrained with single-hand cuffs, arms outstretched, while the other wore a specially made leather straitjacket, her small hands clenched into fists and tucked into the sleeves. Her arms were then twisted behind her back, wrists crossed, and straps from the front of her fists were pulled over her shoulders to her chest, crossing in front and securing to the straitjacket. This left this Kurumi clone with her arms stretched to their absolute limit behind her, completely immobile. Both binding methods severely restricted their arms behind them, causing their shoulders to open outwards, naturally pushing their chests forward. Amiya and Nicole, with a wicked sense of humor, used leather straps to bind them tightly beneath their breasts. Kurumi's chests seemed to overflow like jelly, hanging in mid-air. A playful poke would cause them to jiggle, feeling soft yet elastic. Nicole was consumed by jealousy, wishing she could use her whip to shrink those two white rabbits. Behind each Kurumi clone was a thin metal rod, extending from their feet to their necks. Their heels were integrated with the metal rods, fixing them to the ground. Corresponding to their crotches, two wicked branches extended from the metal rods into their most sensitive areas. No wonder both Kurumis had their eyes rolled back, looking utterly overwhelmed. At their necks, the metal rods formed collars, securing their heads to the rods as well. Thus, the two Kurumis were completely transformed by Amiya and Nicole into mere human limbs. Ten straps began at their crotches, gradually binding their legs together all the way to their ankles. Their shoes, naturally, were custom-made, part of the same set as the metal rods. Poor Kurumi, her main body was maliciously placed in the restroom by Hatsune to experience the feeling of an RBQ, while her clones were being bound into human limbs and disciplined by Amiya and Nicole. At this point, both Kurumi clones were drenched in sweat, and liquid was gushing from their nether regions like fountains. Upon closer inspection, the metal rods seemed to be vibrating. Their mouths were also gagged with leather, ensuring they could only emit seductive whimpers. "You guys are having a blast… Huh? What are these wires for?" Hatsune noticed thin wires on the floor near the metal rods. Nicole smiled mysteriously and pulled out a remote, pressing a button. "Mmmph! Mmmph!!!" Instantly, the two Kurumis shrieked like boiling kettles. Their immobilized bodies trembled violently. If the metal rods weren't so sturdy, they probably would have shaken apart! Unfortunately, the restraints were too tight, rendering their struggles useless, merely performing a "alarm clock shriek." Hatsune's mouth fell open; it was electroshock. These two really knew how to play. However, seeing the performance of the Kurumi clones, Hatsune suddenly had a brilliant idea, though it would have to wait for later. Hatsune took out her phone. On the screen, Kurumi's main body was struggling desperately on the toilet. It was now after work, and Hatsune saw many workers entering the restroom, mostly men. She imagined the sounds of their conversations were reaching Kurumi's ears. Kurumi remained in a state of extreme tension, daring not to relax for a moment, fearing that the next second a man would walk in and… This kind of bondage placement was too much! Kurumi felt a pang of injustice. Although she had been harsh before, they had started by capturing her… It was too late to say anything now. With so many people outside, someone would eventually… Kurumi dared not think further. She suppressed the vibrating stimulation in her lower body, trying her best not to moan, but her body was honest. Seductive moans continued to escape her tightly sealed mouth, sounding particularly clear in the small stall. If Hatsune hadn't set up the isolation, Kurumi would have truly… "Hee hee~" Hatsune's plan wasn't over yet. She had noticed earlier that she had an option to share the clone's sensations with the main body! Hatsune stealthily removed this restriction. Kurumi, who had been struggling slightly, suddenly began to writhe like a madwoman, banging against the toilet lid. Kurumi's heart ached. Originally, it was only stimulation in her lower body, but suddenly someone was whipping her chest, and the base of her thighs were also being whipped intermittently. Even more terrifying was the electric shock every half minute, which almost made Kurumi lose control of her bladder. All sorts of stimuli were applied to Kurumi simultaneously. Without pause, she climaxed on the spot. "Mmmph! Mmmph oh oh oh oh oh!!!" Kurumi's lustful cries echoed in the stall. Her stockings and underwear were already soaked, clinging to her body. Liquid seeped through the gaps, dripping onto the toilet rim and the floor, creating a scene of utter debauchery. "So, so stimulating! What's happening?! Don't shock me ahhhh!! I'm going to die ahhhh!!!" Still struggling, Kurumi was met with suffocating stimulation. Her chest heaved violently, but only a trickle of oxygen could be inhaled through the two small holes. How could this be enough for Kurumi, who was continuously climaxing? Her brain fell into a state of oxygen deprivation. Her body mechanically responded to the stimulation, and the seductive moans from her mouth grew louder, as if she were a slut climaxing to her heart's content on the toilet. Her brain gradually lost the ability to think, eventually going blank, and she passed out. Seeing Kurumi's head loll, Hatsune knew she had fainted. Her body was still trembling, and even Hatsune felt a little pity. "Alright, that's enough for now," Hatsune said. Nicole and Amiya reluctantly stopped their discipline. Kurumi's clones finally got a reprieve. After the crowd dispersed, Hatsune led Amiya and Nicole into the restroom. Opening the stall, they saw Kurumi sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, her body covered in liquid. A faint buzzing sound still emanated from her nether regions. The "Please Ravage Me" sign on her chest had been flipped to the side during her struggles, hanging precariously around her neck. The air was filled with a foul odor. Looking at the scene in the stall, Amiya and Nicole's faces instantly turned red. Hatsune walked over and removed Kurumi's hood. Her flushed, climaxed face revealed Kurumi's half-lidded, rolled-back pupils, devoid of her former queenly demeanor. Drool dripped from the gaps in the gag, covering her entire chin. Her hair, sticky with sweat, clung to her bare arms and clothes, making her look utterly pathetic. Hatsune took a marker, pulled down Kurumi's soaked stockings, and drew several tally marks on her thighs. Then, with a wicked grin, she took several photos with her phone. Only then did she release Kurumi, open a portal, and the group returned to their space. "What do we do next? Send her back to her area?" Amiya asked, stretching. "Mhm~ That area seems rather interesting~" Hatsune placed her index finger on her lips, giggling. The other two shivered. Even at this point, wasn't it enough? "Let's go, I'll show you," Hatsune said.

"You few, come with me!" Xunyin said coldly, she untied Hatsune and carried her in her hand, like an object. The three quickly nodded, got up, and followed Xunyin out of the room. An hour later, the three looked at Hatsune, who was extremely restrained in front of the central hall's plaza, with sympathetic eyes. At this moment, Hatsune was stuffed into a "capsule." Her legs were bent backward to their limit, her calves crossed over her shoulders to her front, and then pulled down again, returning to her crotch. Her straightened insteps were directly pressed against her protruding hip bones, which was the extreme of the extreme. Such a position was impossible to achieve in reality unless the joints were dislocated, but here, under Xunyin's design, Hatsune not only achieved it but could also maintain it for a long time. Hatsune's torso was clad in a black leather corset, which tightly bound her chest, and there were many leather restraints. These restraints perfectly bound Hatsune's bent legs and feet, fixing them to her chest. Her insteps, ankles, calves, knees, and even her thighs and the roots of her thighs folded behind her were not spared, as the corset also had corresponding restraints on its back. Amiya couldn't help but recall her own past experiences. Hatsune's current state was worse than hers. She shivered inexplicably, having also experienced the pain of all her joints being forced backward. Because her knees were bent at a sharp angle, her legs were now splayed to the sides of her body like a butterfly kick. Hatsune's lower body was pressed against the back of her neck, where a vibrator was inserted. After three bounces, it was sealed with a chastity belt, preventing even release, forcing her to hold it in. Hatsune's expression was unreadable as to whether she was in pain, as her face was completely covered from the nose down. Only her eyes were filled with tears, yet they also held a flushed, orgasmic hue. Her arms were restrained within a very small range due to the extreme binding; any smaller, and she would require amputation. Her arms were twisted like pretzels; in the real world, not only would the joints break, but the bones would snap. Fortunately, Xunyin had maximized Hatsune's flexibility, otherwise, she truly wouldn't have been able to endure it. Her arms were a variation of the "reverse Guan Yin" pose, but even more extreme, with both elbows dislocated. Her hands were clenched into fists, wrapped, and then sealed into two fingerless long gloves. The straps of the long gloves wrapped around her chest several times, completely immobilizing her arms. Her arms behind her back now formed a true "W" shape, with the positions of her elbows swapped. "...!!!...!!" Hatsune blinked desperately. She had only provoked Xunyin to let her be a chair for a few more days; she hadn't asked Xunyin to bind her like this! She was now like an egg, perhaps able to be put back into her mother's womb, if she had one. A tube extended from outside the capsule and connected to her mask. The other end of the tube led to a urinal-shaped device. Hatsune finally understood that she had become an RBQ! Did they like furniture restraint that much?! However, the urinal was clean and had some air freshener. In addition, there was a container fixed in place, holding some nutrient solution that flowed into Hatsune's body through the tube, maintaining her survival while preventing excretion, as going to the toilet would be troublesome. Hatsune blinked and looked outside through the transparent glass. The four people outside were admiring her, their gazes varied. Amiya and Nicole's was pity, Kurumi's was sympathy mixed with a desire to discipline her, and as for Xunyin, it was contempt and a challenge. Challenge my ass! This is so uncomfortable! Woo woo... Hatsune's entire body was clamped in the center of the capsule, bent into this position, she couldn't move an inch. The only thing she could move was her eyeballs; even her hair was tied up and secured to the chastity belt at her crotch. Hatsune whimpered in the capsule. After watching for a while, Xunyin said, "Alright, if she wants to stay like this, let her. I'll handle her previous affairs during this time. I'll release her when I'm in a good mood." "Ah? Always like this?" Amiya felt even more sympathetic towards Hatsune. "Do you have an opinion?" Xunyin's eyes widened. "Uh..." Xunyin looked at the three of them and suddenly smiled, snapping her fingers. Amiya and Nicole were suddenly restrained by the surging leather! "Wh-?!" The two were startled but struggled in vain. Soon, they were put into black leather full-body restraint suits, their bodies tightly wrapped, and even Nicole's figure was enhanced by the constriction. Their arms were pulled back to their limit, and their legs were spread open, kneeling on the ground. Their knees, calves, ankles, insteps, and toes were locked by restraints on the iron plate below. Their hands were encased in single gloves, and the ends were pulled by straps, fixing their entire arms to the iron plate behind them. "Woo woo!!! Woo woo woo!!" The two anxiously exchanged glances, but their mouths were already gagged with stockings and a horse bit, rendering them speechless. A rod rose, pressing against their backs. At the top of the rod was an iron collar, fixing their necks. Their spread thighs also did not escape, being fixed by iron restraints extending from the rod, leaving them only able to tremble with their muscles, unable to move. The two now had to arch their chests and waists, kneeling rigidly on the ground, their arms pulled straight behind them, unable to move. "This, this is?!" Kurumi, standing nearby, was startled and immediately assumed a combat stance, but Xunyin did not attack her. Xunyin slowly moved the two whimpering figures opposite Hatsune. The three of them stared at each other, becoming three lumps of meat. "Hoo... This is for you. These are all the keys to their full restraints. You decide when to release them." Xunyin threw two sets of keys to Kurumi. "Uh?" Kurumi looked a bit dazed. "Oh, right, and this too." Xunyin handed Kurumi two switches and pointed to the leather-wrapped lower bodies of the two. Judging by their flushed cheeks, it was not difficult to guess that there were many hidden mechanisms inside. "This is the vibrator, this is the rear vibrator, this is the one in the mouth, and these are the electrode pads on the chest," Xunyin explained the switches to Kurumi one by one. "Woo?! Woo woo woo!?!?" The ears of the two were not covered, and upon hearing that they had so many devices all over their bodies, with the switches in someone else's hands, they let out continuous gasps. "Why are you..." "Don't pretend, I can see it. You are a combination of both M and S," Xunyin patted Kurumi's shoulder, as if she understood her, then stretched lazily and walked towards her club. Kurumi held the keys and remote controls, looked at the bound pair, and under their terrified gazes, Kurumi smiled. "Woo oh oh!! Woo woo oh oh oh oh oh!!" The gasps and screams of the two echoed across the plaza, and Hatsune, seeing this from inside the capsule, had already reached orgasm. However, she was unable to move and could only let the climax build up inside her. Save me, release me... Hatsune's inner voice screamed. Such binding was truly extreme, and in an RBQ manner, it was also a bit unbearable for her. But what she didn't expect was that this release would last for a week, and that was just the beginning. A week later, Xunyin merely checked on her condition and waved her hand, leaving again. Hatsune's eyes were filled with despair. She hadn't moved at all for a week. Even if she liked restraint, this was too much... Release me... Release me... No one heard Hatsune's desperate inner cry.

It was the fourteenth day since Hatsune's abduction, and Hatsune finally understood the meaning of despair. To prevent her escape, Mikutsuki employed the ultimate restraint plan. At this moment, Hatsune was truly beyond help, with no part of her body free, except perhaps her eyeballs. Hatsune's arms were still bound tightly by ropes. However, these were no ordinary ropes; they were interwoven with steel wire, impossible to cut even with a Swiss Army knife, and trying to fray them was a fantasy. Hatsune's arms were bound into a rigid rod and then stuffed into prepared gauntlets. The gauntlets' straps were tightened to the extreme, leaving no skin exposed, so much so that the raised pattern of the ropes was imprinted on the gauntlets. Next, Hatsune was fitted with a leather corset and bustier. Her waist was cinched to less than half its usual circumference, and her breasts were compressed. However, due to the reduced space, they appeared rounder and more elastic. Then, her legs were also bound with the same special ropes. To allow her legs to be folded, fewer straps were used than before. But after her legs were folded and bound, a large restraint bag was placed over them, starting from the knees and slowly engulfing upwards. The restraint bag pressed her legs tightly together, her insteps squeezed against her perky buttocks. It continued upwards, past her waist, compressing her arms, which were already bound to her body, into the bag. Finally, it tightened at her neck, locked with a metal collar. Hatsune was completely encased in this tight restraint bag, which seemed to flatten her limbs. Her internal organs were squeezed together, causing immense discomfort, let alone the ability to move. Yet, this was not the end. When Hatsune saw Mikutsuki drag in the resin machine, she nearly collapsed on the spot. Mikutsuki first poured the melted resin into the restraint bag through a small hole. Hatsune struggled with all her might, but her insignificant movements only served to fill the restraint bag more evenly with the resin. Once the resin cooled, the restraint bag became incredibly rigid. Hatsune, trapped inside, was like a fossil, with only her head able to turn slightly. However, even in this extreme state, Hatsune could still manage to roll on the ground. So, Mikutsuki brought a rectangular box, resembling a coffin. Hatsune was placed inside, her limb-less body perfectly filling the box, leaving only irregular gaps. The top of the box had a hole for her head to protrude. Once the lid was closed, only Hatsune's head was exposed, and this time, she couldn't even turn it. In Hatsune's despairing eyes, Mikutsuki poured resin into the box. Only after the box was completely filled with resin did Mikutsuki stop. Hatsune suffered immensely from the heat of the melting resin, yet she couldn't move a single finger or toe. Her breathing was weak, and she could only endure everything with a dizzy head. When the resin cooled, Hatsune was completely solidified within the box. She was now like a specimen, displayed in a transparent glass case. From the outside, her body, tightly encased in the restraint bag, was visible. Because the restraint bag was so tight, Hatsune's hands and feet were clearly discernible, offering an excellent viewing experience. Just as Hatsune thought it was over, Mikutsuki lifted a floorboard, revealing a rectangular space. Seeing the rectangular hole, Hatsune screamed in terror. Mikutsuki ignored her, caught up in the moment. Mikutsuki lifted Hatsune, and despite Hatsune's muffled cries of despair, perfectly embedded her into the hole. Then, Mikutsuki picked up a floor tile, which "thoughtfully" had a hole for Hatsune's head to pass through. She covered the hole and secured it with concrete. "Done," Mikutsuki clapped her hands, wiping the sweat from her brow. At this moment, only Hatsune's head was exposed. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she let out muffled "Mmmph mmmph" sounds, looking utterly pathetic. Her twin tails lay on the ground, but since her head couldn't turn, they remained still like silk. Mikutsuki took out a remote control and, in Hatsune's desperate gaze, pressed a button. "Mmmph!!!!" Hatsune's eyes rolled back. Under this entire setup, tubes had been inserted into Hatsune's anus and vagina. The vagina was better off, with just a vibrator, but her anus had a real tube! At this moment, the vibrator began to shake wildly, and an unknown liquid gushed from the tube in her anus, forcibly enemaing Hatsune! Hatsune's abdomen was already severely compressed. Now, with the liquid flooding in, the internal and external pressure made her writhe in agony. The bloating sensation in her abdomen was driving her mad. However, her urethra was locked, and without Mikutsuki's permission, she was not allowed to relieve herself. "Gurgle! Glug glug!!" At this point, Hatsune no longer cared about escaping. She just wanted Mikutsuki to stop; she was going crazy! Yet, Mikutsuki watched with a playful gaze, as if Hatsune's life was of no consequence, showing no intention of stopping. Help, help me, I can't...

Nicole and Mikku, brainwashed, were moved from the room to beside the entrance of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, but their situation did not improve; it worsened. On the surface, Nicole and Mikku lay on the floor, faces up. No, not lying, because only their bodies were exposed. In other words, their hands and feet were embedded in the ground. If they were dug out, it would be seen that they were bound in every way possible. Nicole was in an extreme elbow bind, her small arms wrapped in golden ropes, constricting them like radishes. Mikku, on the other hand, was in a reverse prayer bind, her fingers individually tied with thin ropes and suspended behind her neck. Regardless of the bind, both of their shoulders were forced backward, forming perfect triangles at their shoulder blades. This posture also forced them to hold their chests high and heads up. Their legs were naturally bound into bamboo sections, turning them into immobile mermaids. Their calves were folded backward, first tied to their thighs, and then the ropes at their ankles were connected to their elbows, all buried underground. Mikku was still in her sailor uniform, but Nicole had been changed into a more alluring ninja outfit. Her upper body was replaced with a small black vest, and her lower body was no longer pants but a miniskirt! Black stockings were on her legs, constricted by ropes into segments. Her originally petite body, with this attire, even managed to exude a hint of sexiness, showing how much the ropes had sculpted her figure. Both of their necks were locked with collars. The heavy collars made turning their heads a luxury, and short chains behind the collars connected them to the ground. This way, the two could only maintain their arched posture, exposed as they were, unable to even turn their heads. Due to the restraints, their abdomens were arched, their flat stomachs curving into an arc, resembling two bridges. Their bodies were rigidly fixed, and their heads were naturally no exception. Both were fitted with horse-bit style gags, with a considerable number of straps. Two straps alone were used to cinch their chins. Straps passing under their chins, along their cheeks, over their philtrums, and by their ears formed various branches, finally enveloping their heads like a spiderweb, extremely secure. The final connection point was at the back of their heads, locked with a small magic lock, eliminating any possibility of it being undone by others. Their mouths were forcibly propped open by the gags, their tongues forced to hang out, unable to retract under Patchouli's magic, leaving them with a broken expression. Their nether regions were still stuffed with vibrators, but because their bodies were so rigidly fixed, they had no room to struggle. On the surface, one would think they were unaffected by the vibrations. Amidst their whimpers and gasps, Patchouli and Sakuya slowly approached. Although they were still wearing their previous attire, their legs were now adorned with stockings from Yukari Yakumo. Patchouli wore white stockings, while Sakuya wore black. It had to be said that stockings were exceptionally effective at accentuating leg shape. After putting on the stockings, both of their beautiful legs appeared more slender, their curves softer and straighter. The stockings were also very comfortable to wear, especially the rustling sound they made when rubbing against each other, which Patchouli immediately fell in love with. "Oh my, are you two doing well?" Patchouli greeted Nicole and Mikku with a smile. "Ugh~~ Mmmph~~" Their tongues hung out, and they responded with a few grunts. "Honestly, your bodies are quite magnificent. I wasn't particularly interested in you at first..." Patchouli said, extending her delicate foot and tapping Nicole's arched abdomen with her sparkling toes, rubbing back and forth. "Ugh!! Mmmph~~~ Ahh~~~" Nicole's expression instantly changed to one of ecstatic pleasure. Patchouli's rubbing stimulated the soft flesh of her waist, feeling as if someone was gently massaging her, even tickling her with a feather! Nicole wanted to struggle but had absolutely no space, so she could only express her emotions with "Ahh" sounds. Sakuya, standing beside her, reached out and kneaded Mikku's breasts, comparing them as she squeezed. Mikku's chest had been pulled open, revealing two mounds of flesh that Sakuya molded into various shapes. Her breasts felt as if they were about to burst, and Mikku could only emit "Ahh" sounds. The stimulation to her chest was so intense that her eyes began to glaze over. "Heh heh, how amusing~ Now, I have something to ask of you two slaves~" Patchouli stopped teasing Nicole and uttered a dangerous statement. "Huh?" Nicole and Mikku looked confused, but then their eyes widened as Patchouli and Sakuya slowly began to place their feet on their faces! "Ah!!!" Nicole screamed, but the scream was immediately muffled as Patchouli unceremoniously shoved her toes into her mouth! With her tongue hanging out, Patchouli wriggled her toes, making it seem as if Nicole was constantly licking Patchouli's toes! It was too humiliating! Sakuya was the same on the other side. Although her black-stockinged toes were delicate and cute, having them shoved into her mouth, Mikku surely wouldn't feel good. Patchouli's toes rampaged inside Nicole's mouth, occasionally stretching it into various shapes. Nicole's expression seemed on the verge of breaking! After a long while, Sakuya and Patchouli withdrew their feet. Nicole and Mikku's mouths hung open, a strand of glistening saliva still clinging to them, looking quite lewd. However, looking at their eyes, though hazy, there was not a trace of humiliation; instead, they were filled with excitement, a result of Yukari Yakumo's brainwashing. "Phew, thank you for your hard work." Patchouli nodded with satisfaction, looking at her wet, stockinged feet. However, the stockings were new and didn't have much of a smell, otherwise, it would have been even more shameful. "Ahh." Mikku and Nicole wanted to nod but couldn't, so they could only respond with a few "Ah" sounds. "Well then, I'll be asking for the other foot too~" "Ah? Ahhh Gulu!!" "Mmmph!! Gulu Gulu!!" This time, it wasn't just their mouths. Patchouli and Sakuya directly pressed their entire feet onto Nicole and Mikku's faces. Poor Mikku's face was contorted into various shapes, her nostrils maliciously flared upward, like a pig's face. Nicole wasn't any better. Patchouli first massaged Nicole's cheeks, then crouched down, pinched Nicole's tongue with her fingers, and toyed with it casually. Nicole looked like an actress in a pornographic film, with a face of climax, her tongue sticking out, at the mercy of others, unable to resist, and without the will to resist. "Phew, Pffha~~~" "Hmph~~~ Hmph Pff~~~"

"What, what?!" "Hehe, were you looking for these two?" A delicate laugh echoed from above. Hatsune and Megurine looked up hastily, only to see a figure appear in the air. She had blonde hair just like them, but this girl held a parasol and wore a white dress, exuding an elegant aura. With a gesture of her delicate hand, space tore open, revealing Kurumi and Amiya within. In the mere time it took to block the energy blast, Kurumi and Amiya were already tightly bound by ropes. Kurumi was above, Amiya below, both secured in an extreme 'Four Horsemen's Restraint'. Kurumi's arms were bound firmly behind her in a 'Backhand Guan Yin' hold, leaving no gap from fingertips to elbows, her combat spirit dress creased by the golden ropes embedded within. Her supple waist was bent into a dangerously sharp curve, as her tightly bound legs were pressed directly against the back of her head. This posture formed Kurumi's body into a perfect bow. Normally, if her legs weren't bound, it might be bearable, but Kurumi's red and black stockings were also rhythmically bound together by golden ropes. The force seemed to recognize Kurumi's exceptional physique; otherwise, for an ordinary person, their legs would have changed color within a minute. A gag, shaped like horse tack, was stuffed into Kurumi's mouth. The red ball gag filled her mouth, appearing slightly too large, stretching her lips until they were pale. Her small mouth was opened to its maximum, with no room for movement due to the tightened straps around her jaw. The surrounding straps, like a spiderweb, enveloped Kurumi's entire head, fixing the gag firmly in place. Then, on the strap above her forehead, a small ring was attached. A thin rope passed through this ring, pulling her head high, and was then connected to her small, shoeless feet behind her. Her soles and toes were thus also tightly bound, unable to move. From Kurumi's bent waist, a rope hung down, composed of many strands, connecting to Amiya's waist below. Though below, and not suspended like Kurumi, Amiya was no better off. She lay on her back, but still in the 'Four Horsemen's Restraint'. In other words, her limbs were bent backward, her waist arched high like a bridge on the ground. Her arms were bound straight, but her legs were still bent back towards her elbows. This was because her legs were fixed apart, each calf and thigh bent back separately, her ankles pulled up above her elbows, her insteps and toes still bound together. While her thighs couldn't touch, they were secured by sturdy cuffs, preventing her from straightening or bending them. Her legs were then forced to clamp her bound arms, and her straightened palms, after being tied with thin ropes, emerged from between her legs like a straight tail. Amiya's head was also tightly secured. The horse tack gag ruthlessly stole her voice. She lay on her back, her head thrown back, looking like she was performing a 'bridge' pose, but utterly unable to retract it because her entire body was immobilized. Because she was dressed lightly and lacked Kurumi's stockings, her fair thighs were directly indented by the ropes. Her elastic flesh spilled out under the pressure of the cords, making one feel as if it might drip onto the ground at any moment. Perhaps a bite would be more satisfying? Thus, Kurumi and Amiya, one above and one below, formed two semicircles. The muscles throughout their bodies were tensed due to the extreme hyperextension, yet they gained no respite. The fierce bindings around their chests and waists, coupled with the backward arch of their heads, made breathing a significant problem. One could see their throats trembling and their bodies subtly rising and falling, a result of their inability to take deep breaths and their forced shallow, rapid panting. Amiya was relatively better off; Kurumi was suspended in the air, bearing a portion of Amiya's weight on her waist, so her arch was even more extreme, her feet now able to touch the back of her head. "Guh! Gulp gulp!! Uuuu!!" The two struggled in agony. Kurumi seemed to attempt to use her abilities, but the golden ropes glowed and emitted a "creak creak" sound before tightening further, causing Kurumi to cry out in pain. She had to give up, but the ropes wouldn't retract. After this change, Kurumi's already slender body was squeezed into segments, like sausages for sale at a supermarket... well, more alluring than sausages. "Guwu wu wu!!!" At this moment, Amiya suddenly let out a delicate cry, and her body began to tremble. It turned out that the connecting rope between Kurumi and Amiya also passed through their respective nether regions. As Kurumi used her ability, Amiya's rope began to chafe, and the knots seemed to mischievously start vibrating! Amiya, already sensitized by Hatsune's previous attentions, quickly surrendered, her face flushed with shame as she welcomed an orgasm. "You! Who are you?!" Seeing how miserably Kurumi and Amiya had been bound in such a short time, unable to move even a finger, Hatsune and Megurine faced a formidable enemy, staring tensely at the woman before them. The woman was none other than the infamous, powerful yokai from Gensokyo, one of the strongest beings, Yakumo Yukari. "Hehe~ Ladies, was the mission successful?" Yakumo Yukari covered her mouth with a smile, looking at Hatsune below with amusement. Indeed, upon hearing this, Hatsune was struck as if by lightning. "So it was you?!" Hatsune blurted out. The Yakumo Yukari before her was the one who had previously controlled Mikoto to attack Hatsune. From her words, she knew about the mission, which meant she knew about the existence of space? No, that wasn't right; she had even issued this mission herself! "You're quite quick to react~ Then I'll give you a chance~ The mission has reached its third stage. If you can defeat me, you'll get your companions back, and even I can be yours~" Yakumo Yukari said with a conspiratorial smile, propping up her parasol with her small hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You!" Before Hatsune could finish speaking, Yakumo Yukari waved her hand and said, "Come find me in the next place. I'm leaving now~" With a flick of her index finger, she tore open space and, taking Marisa with her, disappeared. Hatsune and Megurine stood frozen in place, bewildered.

In the room of Patchouli Knowledge at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, as the victor, Mikus was about to receive her "reward." Mikus was changed into an extremely lewd maid outfit. When I say lewd, it's not just because Mikus wore a cute pair of cat ear headbands, nor because a soft cat tail was tucked behind her, but because of the design of the maid outfit itself. A normal maid outfit would cover the chest, appearing formal and dignified; a more sensual one would reveal half of the breasts and the alluring cleavage, making it more shameful and romantic. However, Mikus's outfit had two large holes directly over her breasts, allowing her full, round breasts, squeezed by straps

Satania finally escaped the uncomfortable position, but she remained restrained. A metal yoke was fastened around her upper body, with three holes through which her head and hands passed, locking her neck and wrists. This forced her hands to remain in front of her chest, and because her wrists were close together, Satania’s posture resembled one of prayer. This position infuriated Satania; she was a demon, how could she be made to adopt such a posture? But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. She could only swallow her humiliation along with the aphrodisiac. Speaking of aphrodisiacs, the gag that had been in her mouth was finally removed, replaced by a mouth ring. Satania’s tender little tongue was finally free from oppression and could extend outwards. However, because her mouth was held open by the ring, her extended tongue made her look like a dog panting, which was another source of shame for her. Satania’s legs, meanwhile, were still folded and confined, her thighs and calves pressed together, forcing her to kneel on the ground. Above her head, a spherical candy was suspended by a string. The candy was quite large, too big for Satania to fit in her mouth even when opened to its maximum extent. It was also suspended at a tricky height, allowing Satania to only touch it with her tongue, and only by tilting her head back forcefully. Hatsune walked over, pointed at the candy, and said, "The keys to all the restraints on your body are inside this candy. You must lick the candy away with your tongue to have a chance of getting the keys. This challenge is limited to three days. If you complete it, I promise not to punish you anymore, but you will still have to stay in this space, how about it?" "Ughh..." Satania let out a groan. She could see two or three keys solidified within the transparent candy, corresponding to the yoke on her body, the mouth ring, and the shackles on her legs. As for the chastity belt, she doubted she’d be allowed to remove it herself. Even so, Satania eyed Hatsune with suspicion. Hatsune stroked her head, as if petting her own little dog, and said indulgently, "Don't worry, I always keep my word." "Ugh, ughh." Satania thought for a moment, then finally nodded. She didn't want to be restrained like that again. "Alright, then starting now, I'll see you again in three nights. Good luck~" Hatsune waved at Satania with a smile and left. Hatsune's final smile gave Satania a feeling of triumphant mischief. Satania instinctively felt something was wrong, but the keys really seemed to be inside. Unless the keys were fake, how could she be tricked? Fine, let's do this! Fight for my freedom! Satania took a deep breath. At least her breathing was free now. Although the vibrator below was still interfering with her, she wasn't afraid to admit she was getting somewhat used to it. Satania tilted her head back with difficulty. The yoke around her neck restricted her range of motion to the maximum, but she could still lift her head. But just lifting her head wasn't enough. She had to extend her delicate tongue from the mouth ring and lick the candy. *Slurp, slurp~* Her tongue had no teeth to support it, so controlling the licking motion was difficult. The surface of the candy was very smooth, and the licking sound was loud. Moreover, due to the mouth ring, saliva flowed out uncontrollably, making Satania feel even more like a dog, a dog completing a task to please its master. How could I have such a thought? No, no, this is the first step to defeating the angel, not being a little dog! Satania comforted herself, then continued her dog-like actions. She knelt on the ground, her hands dangling in front of her chest, her head tilted back to lick the candy. This posture truly resembled a pet sitting on the ground, wagging its tail to please its owner. If she could see herself at this moment, she would be so ashamed she'd want to crawl into a crack in the wall. *Slurp, slurp~* "Ughh..." The sound of licking and moans mingled. In this interrogation room, a girl was doing dog-like things for her own freedom. She just didn't know that from the very beginning, it was an impossible task. The keys Hatsune gave her were real, and the candy could be licked away. But the problem lay with Satania's hands. Satania's hands were fixed in front of her chest, always lower than her head. Satania had to tilt her head back to lick the candy. The keys were in the very center of the candy. Even if the candy was licked away, how would she get the keys? This was Hatsune's trap, and her method of training Satania. When Satania finished licking the candy and discovered this fact, she would likely fall into a frenzy of despair. At that point, Hatsune could easily break her psychological defenses and completely bring this slightly chuunibyou little demon under her control. But that was all for later. For now, Hatsune was stretching and heading towards her dorm.