Teenage Rope School

The seven girls saw a graceful girl with long, flowing hair, dressed in a white qipao mini-dress, waiting for them in front of the building. She looked like a senior student responsible for welcoming new students, but this senior was different from those at other universities. Her hands were bound behind her back with various ropes, her arms stripped of their freedom to move, and the plumpness of her breasts beneath the qipao was further accentuated by the ropes. On her feet, she wore gleaming black shackles, each step producing a clear and pleasant metallic clink. The girls greeted her enthusiastically. Zhao Youyao instinctively reached out to help the senior, whose limbs were bound by ropes and shackles, worried that she might lose her balance with her hands tied or trip over the shackles. However, the senior in front of them was completely unhurried, moving with natural ease and practiced skill to the front of the younger students amidst the sound of her shackles. "Are you worried I'll fall? What a kind-hearted girl. But don't worry, the girls at this university have all undergone professional study and training. These restraints won't affect our walking at all. It was a bit difficult when we first started practicing, though." The senior smiled warmly, dispelling Zhao Youyao's concerns. The other girls, unlike Zhao Youyao, had enrolled in this university with aspirations for rope art. At this moment, their eyes held only envy and eagerness when they looked at the senior's restrained attire. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ke Yaxuan, and I'm a third-year student at the Women's Rope Art University, majoring in Shibari Studies." "Hello, Senior Yaxuan," the girls politely greeted in unison. "As a fellow rope art enthusiast, I'm delighted you've joined us. From this moment on, you must be prepared for the specialized rope art courses to become rope art performers. Now, I'll take you to the dormitory to register. Follow me." The senior, bound by ropes and shackles, turned around with ease, her beautiful qipao mini-dress fluttering in the wind. She then led the newly admitted girls along the campus path. Although Ke Yaxuan could already walk skillfully with shackles and bound hands, her pace was naturally not very fast, slightly slower than other university students strolling on campus. This allowed the freshman girls, as they were being led to the dormitories, to calmly admire the beautiful scenery of the campus. At this time, other freshman girls were also being led by their senior students to the dormitory buildings. Like Senior Ke Yaxuan, these welcoming seniors were all wearing white qipao mini-dresses, their arms bound in various ways, and wearing shackles as they walked across campus. And like Ke Yaxuan, they all possessed heavenly figures and beautiful faces. It was evident that Lu Zhitao was right; the admission to the Women's Rope Art University was quite strict, not solely based on exam scores. Essentially, one had to be a promising beauty to gain entry. Although Zhao Youyao was admitted with a lower score, her grades weren't bad. The girls at this university were all talented and beautiful women. "Senior, doesn't it get tiring walking like this all the time? Are the school and teachers requiring the welcoming seniors to greet us while shackled?" Zhao Youyao, who had limited exposure to rope art before, continued to ask with curiosity. "Well, the teachers didn't require it. It was something we, the student council, decided on after discussion. After all, we want to showcase the unique style of the Rope Art University to the new students. However, this kind of practice is more accurately described as daily homework." "Daily homework?" Zhao Youyao was greatly surprised. "To become a qualified rope artist, one must undergo rigorous training. The use of restraints is a very important part of our curriculum. In addition to practice during class, many teachers assign daily homework outside of class. This means they won't unlock our shackles or untie our ropes after class, and they'll keep the keys, requiring us to walk and live with shackles and bound hands outside of class and on weekends, only to be unlocked at the next class. Some more diligent students, wanting to practice even better, use a more convenient method: rivet shackles that don't require a key. This allows them to practice walking with their feet constantly locked, even saving the time of unlocking and locking them for class." Ke Yaxuan's words, spoken with a relaxed expression, left Zhao Youyao in shock. For the naive girl Zhao Youyao, who had not delved deeply into the realm of rope art, the idea of a girl being constantly confined by shackles and unable to remove them for daily walking would evoke pity. However, for girls who enjoyed the feeling of restraint, it was a unique kind of pleasure. After passing the administrative building, the seven girls also saw other senior students emerging from the teaching buildings around the sports field. These charming young women, wearing school uniforms of slightly different colors and styles, walked along the perimeter of the field. To the surprise of these new students, most of these seniors were also restrained in various ways: some wore short chain handcuffs, some had their hands cuffed behind their backs, and others had handcuffs and shackles connected by a long iron chain. Yet, they seemed completely accustomed to it, with no expression of pain on their faces. Seeing the freshman girls passing by, they greeted them cheerfully, though their bound hands prevented them from waving enthusiastically. "It seems these classes just finished their restraint guidance session," Ke Yaxuan explained to her juniors. This time, it was Lu Zhitao's turn to ask. "Senior, does this school have a uniform dress code? But why do the school uniform skirts have different colors?"

**Department of Basic Rope Arts - Freshman Course Schedule** **[Required - 3 Weeks] Shackles and Restraints Military Training** **[Required - 40 Class Hours] Disciplinary Education and Punishment** **[Required - 40 Class Hours] Overview of Rope Arts Culture** **[Required - 80 Class Hours] Types of Handcuffs and Leg Irons** **[Required - 80 Class Hours] University Ideological and Political Education** **[Required - 40 Class Hours] Chinese Shibari Binding Techniques** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Japanese Shibari Binding Techniques** **[Required - 80 Class Hours] Guide to Wearing Rope Art Dresses** **[Required - 132 Class Hours] University Mathematics** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Psychology of Captivity and Restraint** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Rope Arts Safety Regulations** **[Required - 40 Class Hours] Kinbaku Rope Art Techniques** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Basic Female Makeup Techniques** **[Required - 40 Class Hours] Introduction to Types of Domination Props** **[Required - 80 Class Hours] Suspension Rope Art Techniques** **[Required - 132 Class Hours] University Chinese Language** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Guide to Using Rope Art Stockings** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] University Physical Education** **[Required - 132 Class Hours] University English** **[Required - 64 Class Hours] Etiquette of Shackles and Rope Binding** "This is... our... course schedule!"

Song Qianqian was hopping and skipping with difficulty on the lush green grass, trying to reach the edge of the field on the other side. Many of her classmates had already gotten far ahead. What they were training now was frog jumps. A devilish training session, jumping from one side of the field to the other. The difference between frog jumps and running was that since they didn't need to stride, the girls were not only handcuffed behind their backs with U-shaped restraints, but their feet were also tied together with ropes. Frog jumps required them to squat and jump with each movement, and this restriction made the squatting and jumping even more difficult. The girls' hair was already soaked with sweat, clinging to their beautiful faces. To onlookers and teachers, this training of hopping with hands cuffed behind their backs highlighted the girls' cuteness and youthful vitality. However, for the girls whose hands and feet were both restrained, each jump was an agonizing ordeal. Not only were their legs aching unbearably, but their unstable bodies were almost certain to fall with every hop. "Students, hurry up! The last 5 in each class will not have their hand restraints and leg ropes removed after dismissal tonight. Not only will you have to sleep like this, but you'll also have to hop to and from the dormitories and the field when going upstairs tonight and downstairs tomorrow morning. You surely don't want to suffer extra pain, do you?" The thought of their aching legs enduring such torment back and forth, and the idea of spending the night bound like this, made Song Qianqian, who was on the verge of giving up, force herself to persevere, determined not to be among the last few. This punishment for the last few was just as effective as setting training standards; it ensured that regardless of the girls' physical fitness, the number of punished individuals was relatively fixed, preventing too many from being punished while also ensuring that not everyone escaped punishment. The other girls, swaying and twisting their bodies, overcoming the handcuffs behind their backs and the leg ropes, finally jumped to the front of the teacher on the other side of the field, their bodies drenched in sweat. Some girls, after crossing the field's boundary line, collapsed on the track, exhausted, not caring if their sailor uniforms got dirty. They were so tormented that they had no energy left to care about their usual image of beauty. Lu Zhitao, with her background as a special agent, naturally excelled among her classmates. Although this devilish training, which made her companions feel like life was not worth living, was not a significant challenge for her, she still tried her best to conceal her physical abilities, which were different from ordinary girls. She deliberately slowed down, yielding the first place in the frog jump training to another very determined girl. When Song Qianqian, having exhausted all her strength, collapsed at the finish line on one side of the field, Teacher Kuang Hao looked at the girl who could no longer stand and regretfully informed her: "Classmate Song Qianqian, your frog jump training ranked you 28th in the class." Upon hearing this news, the physically and mentally exhausted Song Qianqian almost fainted. Each class here had 30 girls, and according to the standard of the last 5 being punished, Song Qianqian ultimately could not escape. It wasn't that she didn't try hard enough; it was simply that her physical fitness was a bit worse than the other girls. Even with such effort, she couldn't escape being in the bottom 5. The pitiful girl, with her hands and feet bound and her strength completely depleted, curled up at the teacher's feet like a helpless little bug, lying on her side with vacant eyes, looking resentful and at the mercy of the teacher. She desperately wanted to regain her freedom and escape this devilish training. However, her entire body was aching to the extreme. Even if the teacher removed her restraints, she would be like a dead fish, with no strength to escape. Thus, she resigned herself to her fate. In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. Outside the teaching building, senior students who had finished their classes began to emerge. These senior students, wearing school uniforms of various styles, some with their hands bound, others dragging leg shackles, walked towards the dormitory building. It seemed they had already begun to follow the teacher's instructions from class, entering the learning phase of practicing skills in restraint. As the senior students walked past the edge of the field, the first-year girls' military training was still ongoing. Having endured the brutal training of long-distance running and frog jumps, the exhausted girls were still maintaining a push-up position in their class formations. To be precise, they weren't doing push-ups but were holding the push-up pose with their hands supporting the ground, their bottoms sticking up. Even more humiliating was that the 30 girls in sailor uniforms in each class were divided into 15 pairs. One girl lay on the ground, and another girl maintained a push-up position directly above her body. At first glance, this scene didn't resemble physical training; instead, it directly brought to mind scenes from the bedroom. In class A6, Lu Zhitao and Zhao Youyao were a pair. Since Lu Zhitao had better stamina, she naturally let Zhao Youyao take the role of lying on the ground. However, maintaining this pose made both girls' faces turn bright red. Now, the senior students returning to the dormitories from the classrooms were not willing to miss this stimulating scene. They stood by the edge of the field, admiring the "girl-on-top" push-ups of their juniors, occasionally discussing them and even fantasizing about creating CP pairings and plot developments in their minds. "No way, this year's military training has added such a stimulating new twist." "Good thing we enrolled early. If we had to train like this, we'd be utterly ashamed." The gazes of the senior students made the girls feel even more ashamed. After all, this training was being conducted simultaneously by all the girls in the grade, so they at least shared the same plight. But now, the senior students passing by were all spectators. Furthermore, Teacher Julie, as the overall supervisor for the first-year students, could have reprimanded these senior students who were watching the fun, but she didn't, nor did she instruct any of the class teachers to do so. Therefore, this kind of voyeurism, which increased their shame, was intentionally allowed. It was meant to utilize every little bit to reshape these girls' personalities and help them quickly enter their roles as professional rope art instructors. Zhao Youyao, lying beneath her companion, had a face flushed to the point of burning. Amidst the senior students' peculiar gazes and discussions, Lu Zhitao closed her eyes, unable to look at her companion beneath her. At this moment, she truly wished there was a crack in the ground she could crawl into.

Teacher Yuwen Fang happily took out her ID card, swiped it at the entrance of the circular building, and the door automatically opened, revealing the world behind the dark glass to Lu Zhitao. As Teacher Yuwen Fang led Lu Zhitao into the gymnasium, the door closed automatically, leaving the other girls who hadn't recovered from their shock outside. Although the campus was located on an island, the gymnasium was still a magnificent structure. As Lu Zhitao stepped inside, she was stunned by the lively scene. First, in the hall before her, a female teacher was using a wooden stick to supervise a class of girls practicing dance. These girls were wearing gorgeous and revealing Latin dance dresses. Although Lu Zhitao didn't understand much about dance and couldn't tell what dance they were practicing, all of them were dancing with 20-centimeter-long handcuffs on their wrists. It was evident that even though it was just a rehearsal and not a performance, they were all meticulously made up. From outside the formation, beauty and youth radiated from them. Lu Zhitao knew that her freshman course schedule didn't include this kind of dance class, so these were likely upperclassmen. However, their dance moves were specifically designed by the teachers here, and they couldn't use dance department textbooks from other universities because no university would have girls perform dances while wearing shackles. To showcase a different kind of beauty, all the movements had to be redesigned with restricted limbs. "Hands flat, don't look down, point your toes!" Just like the etiquette class in the morning, the dance teacher was using a wooden stick to strictly correct every girl's movements, giving Lu Zhitao a sense of déjà vu. "Come, the court inside is even better than the outdoor one." As the person in charge of the academy, Teacher Yuwen Fang lifted the plastic curtain, and Lu Zhitao saw a volleyball court with a gleaming floor inside. Along the edge of the outdoor playground, there were actually six basketball courts, but the volleyball court was only located inside the gymnasium. On the volleyball court, senior students wearing athletic shorts and short-sleeved sportswear were intently changing their positions, waiting to score the next point. However, their hands were bound in front of them with ropes. While their feet were not affected, the only way they could hit the volleyball was by bringing their hands together, using them as a human paddle, and hitting with all their might. Each shot would almost inevitably result in them falling due to excessive off-center force. "Wow, they look really miserable," Lu Zhitao couldn't help but murmur. "That's because you haven't truly immersed yourself yet. You know, almost all the sports in our academy have restrictions. From the perspective of real athletes, these girls might seem comical, but for themselves, within the limited space of their restraints, they use their infinitely free minds to cleverly utilize their confined limbs and strive their hardest to win. After doing it for a long time, they find joy in it. Once you take these courses and experience it yourself, you'll understand." Teacher Yuwen Fang led Lu Zhitao further inside, and as they entered the gym, she saw a row of treadmills running at a speed of 5 kilometers per hour. Sweating on the treadmills were a group of senior students who were bound and shackled, with bare feet. Lu Zhitao knew what treadmills were; for someone trained as a special agent like herself, long-distance running in the wilderness was already a habit. These machines were probably just toys for the well-to-do in the city. However, the appearance of these senior students was truly peculiar. The treadmill belts spun rapidly, and the length of their shackles prevented them from taking large strides. They could only increase their step frequency to keep up with the treadmill's speed. Moreover, if they accidentally took a slightly larger step, it would backfire and cause them to fall. The ropes around their chests made them appear even more voluptuous, and within the confined space of the treadmill, their breasts swayed rhythmically with their body movements. Continuing upwards to the second floor of the gymnasium, she finally saw a class that was not bound by ropes or wearing any shackles. Although these senior students were also wearing the same revealing sportswear as the other classes, the content of their class exuded a different kind of masculine energy – Karate. Even though Lu Zhitao had developed formidable combat skills during her special agent training, watching these girls practice martial arts before her was at least awe-inspiring in terms of their spirit. They kicked their legs into the air with astonishing force, then, with clenched fists, they practiced sparring with each other. For ordinary female university students, this was quite impressive. Each senior student, with extraordinary perseverance, had begun to resemble a martial arts master after only a few weeks. In reality, self-defense techniques were often of little use to girls, merely a display of skill against real thugs. However, Lu Zhitao, with her professional combat experience, could tell that these girls were at least capable of handling an average adult man. If she weren't worried about exposing herself, she would have loved to spar with them. Teacher Yuwen Fang continued to explain with pride: "Although for you girls who will become rope art performers in the future, a gentle and feminine beauty is sufficient, and martial arts are not useful for your chosen profession. However, one must separate their profession from their life. No matter how delicate you appear during your performances, in your daily life, you must learn to protect yourselves. If your boyfriend ever bullies you in the future, you can use this to teach him a lesson. By the way, this course is an elective for the entire school, and you can come here to study even if you transfer to another college in the future." Lu Zhitao thoughtfully pondered: "Does the dating class at the Captivity Rope Art Academy also serve this purpose? Can it really provide guidance for our future relationships?"

"Alright, now it's your turn to work. Take the bread you were given downstairs earlier and bring it here." Zhao Youyao finally understood why Senior Minglan had given her a large bag of bread, even though she had already eaten dinner. It wasn't for her to eat, but to feed these imprisoned seniors. Lu Zhitao tore the small pieces of bread and fed them to the seniors bit by bit. She now realized that the girls in the cafeteria, practicing eating with handcuffs on or being fed by companions with their hands tied, were actually quite fortunate. At least their ability to care for themselves wasn't completely lost, and they could still enjoy the pleasure of eating with their hands after classes. But these seniors had to endure this for extended periods, spending every night like this, not only unable to move but also forced to stand all night restrained on a rack. After Lu Zhitao and Zhao Youyao finished feeding the four seniors, Senior Minglan closed the dormitory door again. Zhao Youyao muttered: "Heavens, these seniors from different colleges and majors are so miserable. When it's time to choose our specialization, I definitely won't pick here." Senior Minglan chuckled: "Do you find our dormitory life too unbearable? But don't think that only students who are assigned to our departments in the future will experience the treatment of a prison dormitory." "Ah? Do seniors from other departments also live here?" "That's right. In fact, the disciplinary dormitory building has a special guest area for all other female students in the school, used to punish those who fail their courses. If you unfortunately fail your final exams this semester, you'll have to stay here for the entire winter break, unable to leave for a single day. If you fail three or more mandatory courses, you'll be confined here not just for the winter break, but for the entire next semester as well." "Confined here for... an entire semester? Won't that mean missing classes?" Senior Minglan smiled mischievously: "What are you thinking? There's no such thing as waiving credits. The school is very thoughtful; they'll automatically handle your re-enrollment procedures. You'll have to spend an extra year on this island before you can leave." Senior Minglan walked to the front half of the corridor and used her electronic ID card to open another dormitory room. Soon, Zhao Youyao saw the dormitory room specifically prepared for students who failed their courses. This room wasn't small in size; it was even slightly larger than the eight-person dormitory Lu Zhitao and the others had seen earlier. However, only two girls were confined in this room, making it seem more spacious this time. If it weren't for the iron cages. Zhao Youyao saw a locked metal cage in each of the two corners of the room. These cages might be of normal size for animals, but for humans, they were excessively small. The cages were built into the corners of the room, so they only had three sides: front, side, and top, firmly fixed into the walls. The cage was only 1.2 meters long, not enough for a girl to lie down. Its width was less than 1 meter, preventing any limb from being stretched inside. The height was only 1 meter, meaning a girl confined within could not stand up. Currently, each cage held a completely naked girl, wearing metal handcuffs and shackles. They couldn't stand or lie down, only curl up their bodies to sit inside the cage. If we count the time, starting from last summer, they had been confined in these cages for four and a half months. "They haven't eaten anything all day. Each of you take one and feed them the biscuits." Lu Zhitao and Zhao Youyao took the biscuit bags from Senior Minglan and walked to the two cages respectively. They found that the biscuits were too small to be passed in one by one. Then, both of them noticed a plate on the ground, a round metal plate like those used for feeding pets. They poured the small biscuits into the pet plate and passed it through the gaps in the cage. The naked girls, with disheveled hair and vacant eyes, imprisoned in the cages, said nothing. They weakly took the pet plate with their handcuffed hands, opened their mouths, and ate greed

"Leave it to me, I'll be in charge of slowly feeding it to her one bite at a time." Zhao You Yao also remembered that feeding a sick person with injuries after being tortured was a delicate job that needed to be done carefully, so the guards who delivered the meals didn't have the time to do it, it still had to be handed over to the female inmates in the same cell. Lu Zhitao handed out the lunch box in her hand, she could tell that the care for the sick person was all-encompassing, even the meals were fresh rice and two meat and one veggie dishes, unlike the other cells that only sent some bread or cookies that were easy to store. The schoolgirl walked over to her companion, who was sitting on the floor with his hands shackled on his back and deepened by a blindfold depriving him of his vision, and opened the lunch box, taking out a bit of rice with a spoon: "Come on, Round, eat, I'll deliver it exactly into your mouth, come on, open your mouth." The young girl, whose eyes were unable to see anything, had long been distracted by this constraint, but under her companion's soft and gentle persuasion, she obediently opened her mouth, accepting the food that her companion fed to her in small bites. Lu Zhitao looked at the girl who was patiently and gently helping her companion, and was quite pleased as she exited the cell, locking the cell door again with the electronic ID card. And after opening the door of the other cell, what appeared in front of them were two young girls who were undergoing the wooden shackle life training class, wearing a wooden shackle to live in the cell was also a compulsory course, and just like the previous starvation cell urine-holding training, it was a long practice that lasted for two weeks. Only, the two young girls were punished in a somewhat different way, one schoolgirl was normally dressed in her off-white pleated skirt school uniform, and then wore a wooden plank shackle of about 80 centimeters in length and 70 centimeters in width, and such a heavy bondage made it impossible for her to move about the cell, and she could only sit on the floor so weighted down, with her hands restricted. Another schoolgirl took off her dress and underwear, wearing only her bra and panties, and then bent over and was chained to a wooden frame-type yoke, which was about 1.2 meters long and only 0.5 meters wide, and was placed on a wooden frame about 1 meter in height. The young girl's head was fixed by the hole in the middle of the long board shackle to the neck, the wrists of both hands were also locked on both sides of the long board shackle, due to the height of the shackle, she could only bend over and pout her buttocks in this way, her hands were lifted up to the same height as her head, and with her neck locked in this not too high, not too low position, her head could only look down at the ground. Compared to the wooden shackle, the advantage of this wooden shackle was that she didn't have to bear the weight of the shackle, but the disadvantage was that it deprived her body of more freedom, not only was it impossible to move her body elsewhere, but she also had to stay in such a position 24 hours a day, unable to stand up straight or squat down, and always bending over and pouting her buttocks, which was really very uncomfortable. Zhao Youyao and Lu Zhitao had two tasks, one was to feed the sisters whose hands were bound, and the other was to help the sisters who couldn't easily urinate. Zhao Youyao took the lunch box and walked to the schoolmate who was sitting on the cell floor wearing a wooden shackle and took out a rice ball for her to eat, but since her hands were bound by the shackle, the young girl could only just let Zhao Youyao feed her by handing it to her mouth, and Zhao Youyao knew how hard it was for the schoolmate wearing such a heavy wooden shackle and living in the cell, so she also broke the rice ball and fed it in with great care. But Lu Zhitao was not so smooth, her sister was in a state of being chained to a wooden shackle, she could only bend over and pout her buttocks, she couldn't take off her panties by herself, and she couldn't see where she could defecate. So Lu Zhimao helped her remove her panties and put a plastic urinal right under her buttocks, so that she only needed to pee out, while leaving the task of receiving the excrement in a bucket to someone else. The young girl's sense of shame reached the extreme, not only because it was humiliating to pucker her butt like this and let her schoolmates watch her defecate, but most importantly, she was an able-bodied girl who couldn't even do something like defecate on her own, and had to rely on a companion to take care of her in order to do so. Perhaps Lu Zhitao's experience was not quite enough, the liquid that came out of her urine did not fall accurately into the plastic bucket, [X_X] the water column was facing upwards a bit, and was bared directly onto the ground. Although this schoolmate didn't see it herself, Lu Zhitao, who realized that things were messed up, was completely flustered. At this time, the school sister Minglan who was inspecting the work had walked in and saw the wet look of the cell floor and Lu Zhitao's panic as she held the bucket of urine and didn't know what to do with it. She walked over and waved her hand towards Lu Zhitao: "It's fine, it's none of your business." Then, Minglan-senpai took out a whip and just like that, in front of Lu Zhitao, at the young girl who had bared her urine to the ground, she viciously lashed at her bare pouting buttocks, each lash was a red mark, and viciously said: "Rubbish sow! You can't even do a piss right, and leave the floor like that for me!" The young girl who was bound by the wooden frame shackles and pouting her buttocks, her tears of grievance fell on the floor of the cell, and Zhao You Yao who was on the side couldn't bear to look at the miserable condition of the school sister in front of her, so she could only turn her back, and continue to continue feeding the rice balls to the other school sister who was sitting on the floor wearing a wooden shackle. Ten minutes later, on the fourth floor of the disciplinary dormitory building, Lu Zhitao and Zhao Youyao were in the staircase classroom, and took the certificate of volunteer work signed by Sister Minglan, which also meant that their 12 hours of helping out this time, was over. Lu Zhitao looked at this ladder classroom, very spacious, can accommodate 150 people, and there is also a high-definition projection screen at the front of the classroom, not only is it a variety of theoretical classes teaching, even a variety of conditioning class incarceration type of movie review class, even restrictive conditioning film, can also get out of the teaching atmosphere not inferior to that of a movie theater. She had never thought about what kind of experience it would be to put a classroom into a dormitory building, and to come out of the dormitory and walk upstairs to a classroom. But she didn't dare to envy her older sisters, because the female students who were assigned to this place were basically isolated in a demonic cave where there were 100 ways for them to be tortured. She even found it hard to understand why, on the same island and within the same walled campus, the student theater a few hundred meters away and the disciplinary dormitory building right next to the wall were like two different worlds. Obviously the same group of girls who enjoy the feeling of being bound, in the student theater dressed in colorful clothes, and in the dark cell tormented day and night, it is a completely different feeling. This also shows that those girls who seem to be free are still little lambs to be slaughtered, and there is no difference between the fate of the two in terms of losing their freedom, just the walls and the dormitory building, and the size of the two cages are different. The thing that made Lu Zhitao's back chill the most was not this, but Sister Minglan, a girl who had endured all the torture of those previous courses, after acting as a guard, actually abused her companions like this without any burdens, adding to their miserable cell life. And from the look in Lu Zhitao's eyes, Minglan-senpai had already seen what she was thinking. "What? Is it because you think I'm too cruel?" "No---it's not---"Lu Zhitao quickly denied it.

"Tch, who told you to be so good at causing trouble all the time? You left too deep an impression on the teachers. I think it's about time. You've got so much energy, you should be winning more medals at the sports meet." The three girls chatted and laughed like this, but 10 minutes later, once the races on the field began, they no longer had such leisure. The scene then shifted to the track, where the organizing committee members, armed with professional cameras, were positioned at the four corners of the field, ready to film the upcoming races. As an organizing committee member, Lu Zhitao diligently performed her duties serving the participants. In the "Restraint Sports Meet," the most crucial service involved binding and restraining the participating girls according to the competition rules, and then helping them untie the ropes afterward. Xu Zixuan sat on a chair with her hands tied behind her back. Lu Zhitao, holding a pair of 10-centimeter high-heeled shoes with locks, carefully helped her companion put them on, then locked them, completely securing Xu Zixuan's feet within the restraints. "Don't be nervous. Definitely don't go all out for speed. The most important thing in this race isn't being in the lead for a moment, but not falling on the track." "Got it. I trained properly before the competition. I know the key points of the race better than you do." Then, at the starting line of the track, the referee teacher, holding the list of participants, began to call out: "The event about to begin is the 200-meter High-Heeled Sprint. All participants, please take your positions." Xu Zixuan walked to lane 3. The other girls, with their hands tied behind their backs and high heels locked onto their feet, also took their ready positions at the starting line. The sprint race was organized with 8 participants per heat, filling all 8 lanes. As the starting gun fired, a tense murmur erupted from the spectators' stands, everyone's eyes fixed on the girls who had just started running on the track in their high heels. "Go for it!" "Make sure you reach the finish line!" Girls from various classes cheered for their classmates. Amidst the clatter of high heels, the 8 girls began to pull away from each other. In reality, the main impact of high heels on a girl's athletic performance wasn't a reduction in speed, but rather on their balance. The point of contact for high heels is much smaller than for running shoes, keeping the calves constantly tensed and putting greater pressure on the feet, making it easy to sprain an ankle if not careful. What made it even more challenging was that to test the girls' balance, their hands were tied behind them. So, while they weren't running particularly slowly, each step was fraught with peril. The girls had run about 50 meters. Now they were starting to compete, thinking about how to overtake their opponents and improve their ranking. Unlike normal running, they all ran with slightly bent legs, their knees bearing significantly more strain. They couldn't spread their strides too wide. Each landing of a high heel was a visual feast for the male visitors in the stands, but for the girls on the track, every step was amplified fatigue and tension. Soon, a girl running in second-to-last place, too eager to catch up to her opponent, stumbled and fell, crying out in pain. It seemed she had twisted her ankle after misstepping in her high heels. Xu Zixuan was currently in 3rd place. It was clear that the top two were senior students from the Shibari Sports department, who had specialized courses in high-heeled athletics and were significantly more experienced than these amateurs who had only trained for a week. However, a ironic turn of events followed. With less than 50 meters left in the 200-meter race, the girl in second place was about to overtake her. The leading girl began to panic, trying to increase her speed. She lost her balance, unable to use her hands for support, and fell, just like the previous girl, twisting her ankle. The girl in second place, who was on the verge of winning, saw the plight of the first-place runner and became flustered herself. Of course, she wanted to win a prize, but she couldn't bear the thought of a girl getting injured on the track because of her. She lost focus, her footing became unstable, and then her high heel slipped. A blur of confusion, followed by a hard impact with the ground. The female students in the stands became anxious. Three out of eight participants had fallen in this high-heeled sprint. Such a tragedy naturally evoked sympathy and compassion from them. The male visitors, on the other hand, watched with great enthusiasm, as the "Restraint Sports Meet" was all about witnessing the girls' awkwardness on the field. Xu Zixuan, who had been running in 3rd place and didn't seem to have much of a chance, steadily, step by step, ran to the finish line in her high heels, clinching the first victory of this sports meet. The organizing committee members helped the fallen girls up, removed their high heels, and then escorted the girls, who were crying in pain, to the school infirmary for treatment. Meanwhile, Lu Zhitao helped Xu Zixuan, who had completed the entire 200 meters, to a nearby chair to rest. She used a key to unlock and remove the devilish high heels. At the same time, inside the circular gymnasium, the Taekwondo competition had already begun. Two girls, dressed in white uniforms, commenced a tense and exciting bout under the watchful eyes of dozens of other female participants from various events.

The department head of the Fetish Dance program, Professor Yu Rang, who was in charge of her own affairs. Behind Professor Yu Rang followed two campus police officers, the guards responsible for maintaining order on campus. In that instant, the girl was utterly terrified. She wanted to run, but she was already at a dead end. Running forward would be like throwing herself into their grasp. "No... Don't..." Professor Yu Rang said coldly: "I never expected that you, who always seemed so honest and diligent, would commit such a heinous crime as escaping. It seems I've been too lenient with you. But your good days are over." As she spoke, Professor Yu Rang signaled the two campus police officers to approach with handcuffs. The frail girl had nowhere to escape. The two officers seized her hands, twisted them behind her back, and cuffed her. Jiang Mengqi struggled and cried out in fear: "Let me go... Don't take me back..." But the two campus police officers weren't ones for idle chatter. They produced ankle cuffs and shackled Jiang Mengqi's feet together at close range. Thus, the girl completely lost her ability to move. Then, the strong campus police officers hoisted Jiang Mengqi onto their shoulders like a sack of goods and walked out of the alley towards the street. Jiang Mengqi continued to cry out: "Teacher... Please... Spare me... I'll never dare to run away again..." "It's too late for you to say anything now. When we get back to school, you'll face severe punishment!" Professor Yu Rang roared sternly. The two campus police officers carried Jiang Mengqi to the docks of Qixing City. Moored at the dock was the school ship she had arrived on when she enrolled. The girl understood that the moment she was thrown onto that ship, her freedom would be lost once more. Finally, Professor Yu Rang, the two campus police officers, and the apprehended female student Jiang Mengqi were taken away from the port of Qixing City on the school ship, heading towards the island where the Women's Rope Art University was located. Jiang Mengqi's hands were cuffed behind her back, and her feet were also shackled together, rendering her unable to even stand, let alone escape. She lay trembling in the ship's cabin, too afraid to contemplate the fate that awaited her. Professor Yu Rang glared fiercely at the girl who had attempted to escape. She squatted down, a chilling laugh escaping her lips, and asked: "How did you ever think you could escape the school's grasp?" Jiang Mengqi shook her head in fear, unable to utter a single word. "Let me tell you why you were found so quickly. Since you've been caught, I'll make sure you understand." Professor Yu Rang unzipped the stolen coat Jiang Mengqi was wearing, revealing the dance leotard and white stockings underneath. Jiang Mengqi couldn't resist and could only endure as the teacher fumbled inside her clothes, touching her private parts. Then, Professor Yu Rang roughly tore at the girl's dance leotard. From the crotch of the leotard, in the most intimate area, she retrieved a small piece of thin fabric. "Take a good look, little girl. This is the latest in soft chip technology. It's been on you since the day you enrolled."

Jiang Mengqi asked desperately, "Please, will I be locked up here forever?" Senior Minglan said with a placid expression, "Because you committed the serious crime of attempting to escape, the school will lock you in the water dungeon and broadcast your every moment live to the viewers of the rope art website for 24 hours. You will remain here until you earn 200,000 yuan in streaming revenue for the school, at which point you will be released. Be fortunate, for you are a popular new star in rope art with excellent performance. Therefore, about three years of confinement in this water dungeon should suffice. For other students, it might mean never getting out." "Then... then can I go home after that?" Senior Minglan said with a stern face, "It's not over yet. After all, you committed the serious act of escaping while enrolled in school, and it will be recorded in your file. Don't think that escaping means it's all over. You signed a non-disclosure agreement with the school. After your escape and expulsion are recorded, even if you retake the college entrance examination, no university will dare to admit you. The only one who can erase this record is our school. Therefore, to show leniency, expelled students will be re-admitted by the school. After you are released from the water dungeon, all your earned credits will be cleared, and you will have to re-enroll from your freshman year. You will not be allowed to leave until you complete another four years of study." Hearing the outcome of this judgment, Jiang Mengqi fell into utter despair. She was already in her third year of university, and all her suffering had been in vain. She would be imprisoned in this dark and damp water dungeon for three years. By the time she turned 23, when other students would have already graduated for a year, she would have to start over as a freshman with 18-year-old girls. By the time she could graduate and leave, she would be 27. Her entire youth as a young woman would be spent in this cage, becoming a free commodity for the school's profit. "No... no..." Jiang Mengqi sobbed, regretting her foolish actions. Senior Minglan had already pressed the control lever, and the small window, the only source of light, closed. In an endless darkness, within the cold and damp water dungeon, Jiang Mengqi's three long years of suffering began.

In the administrative building of the Shibari Arts University, within Teacher Julie's office, the girl, clad in a pale blue sailor uniform and with her hands bound behind her back, watched her teacher approach. Only one thought remained in her mind: It's over. Even with her training in the special agent camp and her combat skills, her hands were now useless. Only Teacher Julie held the key to her handcuffs. Her exposure meant the entire school was now her enemy. No matter how capable she was, with her hands bound, escape was impossible through the high walls and guarded campus. At this moment, Lu Zhitao deeply regretted her irrational actions. Her mission was complete; she should have returned with her superior. But she had fallen in love with the feeling of being restrained and disciplined, and had returned to the school, walking right into a trap. It would have been understandable for other girls who enjoyed SM to return, but for her, a spy with a dangerous undercover identity, choosing to come back was suicidal. Even more damning was the fact that if she were caught, her superiors and government agencies outside would not attempt a rescue. Her mission was accomplished, rendering her expendable. Especially since she had personally requested to retire from her agent profession and return as an ordinary student, she was now considered discharged and deregistered. No one would pay attention to her situation. Furthermore, her superior's information indicated she was continuing her studies there, so news of her capture would not reach the outside. Her superiors and others would simply assume she was smoothly continuing her studies and life. She had, in effect, shot herself in the foot and severed her own escape route. Watching Teacher Julie approach with cold eyes, Lu Zhitao grew increasingly fearful. What would be her punishment? Would she be confined to a pet cage for a whole year, like the girls who failed their courses? Would she be locked in a frigid water cell, enduring darkness and dampness, like the girls who cheated? No, she reasoned, the mistakes of those students were far less severe than hers. Spying and leaking internal school information to the outside was a grave offense, unlikely to be treated the same way. She would likely face a far more terrifying and agonizing fate. Moreover, her punishment would not be a mere one-year suspension. As someone privy to classified school secrets, her sentence could very well be perpetual imprisonment. What now? Was all hope lost? Lu Zhitao had retreated to the corner of the office. She knew escape was futile; her fate was sealed. The girl, who had just fulfilled her duties as a spy and was preparing to truly become a student at the Shibari Arts school, closed her eyes, ceased struggling, and prepared to accept her destiny. However, just as her superior had agreed to her return, an absurd twist of fate occurred. Teacher Julie reached into her pocket, not for a stun gun meant for uniformed girls, but for the key to the handcuffs that had bound and tracked her. "Honestly, I've had four batches of students here, and I've encountered my fair share of girls who failed, cheated, skipped class, or caused trouble. But I've never met anyone who caused such a massive blunder as you." Lu Zhitao looked at Teacher Julie in surprise. She couldn't understand why Teacher Julie's demeanor had softened. Was this a prelude to an outburst? "Ultimately, we know that operating a Shibari Arts school like this will inevitably draw scrutiny from the outside world and even higher authorities. Therefore, it's to be expected that someone might try to uncover our school's secrets." "Then... are you going to confine me to the disciplinary dormitory?" "To be frank, a transgression of your magnitude is beyond the scope of what the disciplinary dormitory can handle."