Tale of the Binding of the Immortals and the Binding of the Devil

Mu Yan ignored Ouyang Hong, clasped her fingers together one by one, palms facing, and tied them. Then she tightly bound her wrists, followed by her forearms, elbows, and upper arms. After securing her elbows and upper arms, she pulled two strands of rope from each wrist and tied them tightly. Next, she pulled two strands of rope from her wrists and yanked them up forcefully, tying them securely around Ouyang Hong's delicate neck over the silk ribbon. The sudden pull caused Ouyang Hong's soft neck to be further constricted by the rope, eliciting a soft "Ah..." moan. Her alluring voice made Mu Yan pause her movements for a moment, but she quickly regained her focus and increased the tension. "Can't you be a little gentler?" Ouyang Hong asked softly. "Senior Sister's escape artistry once fooled even Master. If I don't tie you tightly, how can I succeed?" Mu Yan replied, her grip tightening slightly. After binding Ouyang Hong's arms, she began to bind her prominent breasts. The ropes from Ouyang Hong's neck were woven into a tight net, encircling the base of each breast with a single loop. Then, two more loops were used to secure the midsection of each breast, effectively dividing Ouyang Hong's proud cleavage into two distinct sections. Mu Yan then covered Ouyang Hong's abdomen with a similarly tight net. She connected these ropes to the ones binding her arms behind her back and pulled hard. Ouyang Hong's full, firm breasts were immediately constricted, swelling and taking on a葫芦 (gourd) shape due to the tension in the middle. "Ah! ... Mmm! ..." Ouyang Hong began to moan under the pressure of the ropes. "Why do you need to use so much force, Junior Sister Mu Yan? I never expected you to be so skilled in rope techniques." "Stand up," Mu Yan said, helping Ouyang Hong to her feet. Ouyang Hong's arms were now bound tightly behind her back, and the "Golden Binding Rope" made her appear even more alluring. Mu Yan steadied her, then crouched down to bind Ouyang Hong's slender legs. Starting from her ankles, she meticulously wrapped the rope layer upon layer up her smooth, jade-like legs, reaching the knee joint. She then began to tie several knots between the ropes on the upper and lower sides of her legs. "Junior Sister, I've truly fallen into your hands, ah..." Ouyang Hong struggled, twisting her body, but the "Golden Binding Rope" showed no signs of loosening. She could only gaze at Mu Yan with a pitiable expression. Mu Yan's response was to pull a yellow silk scarf from her robes, crumple it into a ball, and stuff it into Ouyang Hong's open mouth as she was about to speak. "Mmmph! ... Mmmph! ..." Ouyang Hong tried to shake her head, but Mu Yan held her chin, preventing any movement. At this moment, Ye Yin chuckled and took a green silk scarf from her own embrace, firmly gagging Ouyang Hong's mouth and tying a tight knot behind her head. "Hehe, let's see you talk now," Ye Yin said with a mischievous grin, making a "shushing" gesture with her finger near her lips. "Mmmph! ... Mmmph! ... Mmmph! ..." Ouyang Hong could now only emit helpless sounds. Mu Yan then laid the bound Ouyang Hong, who resembled a "zongzi" (rice dumpling), back on the ground. She bent Ouyang Hong's legs backward to their extreme, connecting them to the wrist restraints, intending to bind her in a "four-horse-harness" position. Meanwhile, Ye Yin took out a silk ribbon, folded it three times, and approached Ouyang Hong. She crouched down, preparing to blindfold her. Ouyang Hong gave her a seductive glance, and Ye Yin suddenly froze in place, as if struck by lightning. Mu Yan, who was still tying the ropes, didn't notice. After a moment's pause, Ye Yin quickly wrapped the silk ribbon around Ouyang Hong's eyes and tied it securely behind her head, completely covering her vision. By this time, Mu Yan had finished her binding and stood up. Ouyang Hong was now securely bound in the "four-horse-harness" position, appearing exceptionally captivating under the tension of the ropes. Suddenly, Ouyang Hong began to struggle violently, twisting her body back and forth until the rope net seemed on the verge of tearing her apart. She let out loud, muffled cries. "Strange, she was so still just now. Why is she resisting so strongly as soon as she's tied?" Ye Yin feigned curiosity. "Perhaps I tied her too tightly. This is the rope technique Master taught me specifically for this mission. Senior Sister is extremely skilled at escaping restraints, so it's no wonder Master was so cautious," Mu Yan explained. "Hmm, this is what they call 'evil begets evil'," Ye Yin said, rubbing Ouyang Hong's bound buttocks with her foot. "We can finally report back to the sect. So, Senior Sister... what about the 'Flying Rainbow Rope'?" Ye Yin pointed to the rope on the ground. "Let's take it back to Master. This 'Flying Rainbow Rope' is also a treasure of our sect, no weaker than my 'Golden Binding Rope' or 'Cloud Gold Silk'. It's a pity that Eldest Senior Sister went astray." "Really? So the 'Flying Rainbow Rope' is that powerful? But how did you know, Senior Sister? Master never allowed others to watch his lessons, and he forbade us from sharing our rope techniques." Ye Yin asked as she tidied the "Flying Rainbow Rope." "That's because your training is not yet complete. You've only mastered the 'Green Willow Rope Technique'. When you train for a while longer and your skills improve, you'll be able to learn more advanced rope techniques, including the 'Flying Rainbow Rope' and 'Golden Binding Rope' techniques. The 'Flying Rainbow Rope' emphasizes form, while the 'Golden Binding Rope' emphasizes substance, but they are both of the same level. When I chose the 'Golden Binding Rope,' I also encountered the 'Flying Rainbow Rope' technique," Mu Yan explained. "Then, according to that, the binding effect of the 'Flying Rainbow Rope' must be inferior to the 'Golden Binding Rope,' since the 'Golden Binding Rope' emphasizes substance and would naturally bind tighter." "Not necessarily. The 'Flying Rainbow Rope' and the 'Golden Binding Rope' are treasures of the same level, with no inherent superiority. Their differences lie only in their emphasis during combat. Our rope techniques are only meant to temporarily restrain an opponent during a fight. To completely capture someone, you need to reinforce the binding afterward, which is where rope artistry comes in. Our sect primarily focuses on rope techniques, not artistry. The rope artistry I used on Senior Sister Ouyang was taught to me by Master when I descended the mountain, but it's not a top-tier technique. I've heard that some sects have extremely powerful rope artistry, under which even the strongest enemies cannot escape. But without rope techniques, how would an enemy ever be subdued in the first place?"

"My little vixen, are you jealous of your sister Mu Yan?" Ouyang Hong pinched Mo Xi's tender breast. "How could I be bullying you? It's clearly what you like." Just then, Ye Yin let out a muffled sound. Her body moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, wanting to get up but finding herself unable to move. A slight, constricting pain ran through her body. Ye Yin looked down and saw that her hands were tied behind her back with ropes, binding her wrists, forearms, and upper arms tightly. Several green willow ropes ran from both sides of her neck to her high, firm breasts, crisscrossing to lift them high. They tightened under her armpits. Her alluring, long legs, clad in sheer stockings, were also bound from the ankles, around her slender calves, above and below her knees, and along her thighs, incredibly tight, digging into the stockings. Even her feet and toes were entangled with silver threads, connected to the ropes at her ankles. Ye Yin remembered being drugged by Mo Xi and chided herself for being so foolish. Turning her head, she saw Mo Xi, still panting beside her, bound even more securely than herself. Her slender arms were wrapped around her wrists in coils, bound together at the wrists. Her fingers were pressed together and tied with rope, suspended from her neck. Her large breasts were squeezed tightly by the silver threads, lifted high. Her legs were bent, bound together at the calves, then pulled apart to the sides of her body. Ropes extended from her knees to be tied with the ropes on her arms, pulled taut. The lace panties between her spread legs were also pulled down, and fluid was leaking out. There were many marks on her body from being kneaded, her face flushed, and she was panting uncontrollably. What... what... what is going on? Ye Yin felt a throbbing in her head. She tried to support herself with her arm but found it firmly bound behind her. Looking up, she saw Mu Yan suspended in the air, tied like a four-legged animal. There weren't many ropes on her, but none of the crucial parts were spared. Mu Yan looked incredibly weak and listless, as if her feet had been ravaged again. Isn't that Senior Sister Ouyang Hong suspended in the air? Ye Yin thought. Just then, Ouyang Hong's beautiful, alluring face appeared before her, startling her. "Mmmph, mmmph..." Mu Yan's mouth was still stuffed with the gag Mo Xi had put in her mouth the day before. She tried to speak but could only emit muffled sounds. Having had the gag in her mouth all night, a lot of clear fluid had dripped from her mouth. "Junior Sister Ye Yin, you're finally awake." Ouyang Hong looked at the waking Ye Yin and removed the gag from her small mouth. As soon as it was removed, more clear fluid flowed from Ye Yin's mouth. "Ah, ah," Ye Yin, disregarding her predicament, moved her mouth muscles. She looked at Ouyang Hong, who was smiling broadly, and asked with great confusion, "You... how did you..." "How did I untie the Golden Binding Rope? Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Junior Sister Ye Yin. If you hadn't forgotten to bind my fingers, I really wouldn't have been able to untie the Golden Binding Rope." Ouyang Hong said with a seductive smile, leaning her mouth close to Ye Yin's ear and whispering in a voice no one else could hear, "Junior Sister Ye Yin, you intentionally didn't bind my fingers, didn't you?" "I... I..." Ye Yin was exposed and speechless. She had indeed intentionally not untied the ropes on Ouyang Hong's fingers and had not bound them. At that time, although she had two beauties in her hands, she really didn't know what to do next. Her skills were the lowest in the entire sect. Not to mention whether she could keep the two senior sisters bound day and night, even if their master sent another senior sister who was far inferior to the two, she would still be no match. So, she had untied the ropes on Ouyang Hong's fingers, hoping that Ouyang Hong's skill in escaping restraints would allow her to free herself and capture Ye Yin, saving Ye Yin the trouble of thinking. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone know about this, and I'll remember your kindness, Senior Sister." Ouyang Hong continued to whisper in Ye Yin's ear. "However, for now," Ouyang Hong raised her voice, "let your sister dote on you properly." As Ouyang Hong spoke, she pounced on Ye Yin, tearing away the obstruction in front of Ye Yin's chest and gripping Ye Yin's two beautiful breasts tightly in her hands. Ye Yin's face turned crimson, and her body writhed and struggled. Although her restraints were tight, because the ropes binding her were only green willow ropes, her situation was actually better than Mu Yan and Mo Xi's. Ouyang Hong stuck out her tongue and moved it back and forth on Ye Yin's small face, first licking her long eyelashes, then her eyelids, then her delicate and cute little nose, and finally entering her small mouth to stir wantonly.

Mei Lan wove the ropes around Xin Ye's abdomen like a spiderweb, creating several mesh-like openings. From each opening, two ropes extended to the back of her waist, connecting with the ropes binding her arms behind her. With a firm pull of the knot, Xin Ye's full, firm breasts immediately swelled, and the area between them, constricted by the ropes, began to take on a葫芦 (húlu - gourd) shape. In the lower body, Xin Ye's waist was enveloped in a tight rope net. Two ropes were placed on either side of Xin Ye's [REDACTED], meeting at the [REDACTED] and merging with the ropes binding her hands behind her. "Ah! ... Mmm!" Xin Ye began to moan softly, constricted by the ropes. "Why so much force, little sister, you're really... Ahhh?!" Xin Ye's words were cut short as she felt a strong stimulation in her lower body. Mei Lan had finished binding her legs and was now tightening ropes on either side of her [REDACTED], increasing the pressure until the ropes dug into her lace panties. "Mmm... Mmm..." After the first layer of binding was complete, Xin Ye began to groan intermittently. Mei Lan then used the "Fettered Phoenix Silk" and "Enchanting Binding Silk" to bind Xin Ye's entire body once more. Because these were very fine ropes, there was no concern that the multiple bindings would make Xin Ye's graceful body appear bulky. Her flawless, delicate form appeared even more seductive against the backdrop of these binding ropes. "Is that all?" Xin Ye gazed at Mei Lan with feigned pitiful eyes, but Mei Lan's response was to take several silk scarves, crumple them into a ball, and stuff them into Xin Ye's open mouth as she was about to speak. "Mmm! ... Mmm! ..." Xin Ye seemed to want to shake her head, but Mei Lan held her chin, rendering her unable to move. Mei Lan then took out a silk ribbon from her embrace, tightly gagging Xin Ye's mouth, and tied a secure knot behind her head. "I think it looks better with your mouth covered, sister," Mei Lan said with a wicked grin, making a "shushing" gesture with her finger near her lips. "Mmm! ... Mmm! ... Mmm! ..." Xin Ye could now only emit these muffled sounds. Xin Ye began to twist her body and struggle. It had to be said that Mei Lan's rope techniques had not regressed. Every knot on her body was exceptionally tight; there was no possibility of loosening them through struggle alone. Xin Ye's initial struggles were not significant, but she felt the "Fettered Phoenix Silk" tighten slightly, and the "Enchanting Binding Silk" transmitted waves of heat, like tiny needles stimulating her. *This little imp, she's thought of this*, Xin Ye thought with a smile, calming herself and preparing to exert force to struggle. But as soon as she gathered her energy, the tightness of the "Fettered Phoenix Silk" increased dramatically, tightening several times over. Especially the ropes constricting her breasts and lower body, catching Xin Ye off guard. Xin Ye felt intense stimulation surge over her in waves, her body trembling. This violent movement caused the "Fettered Phoenix Silk" binding her to contract even more rapidly, digging into her tender flesh. Her already exaggerated breasts were slowly constricted into a gourd shape, wide at the ends. "Urgh!! Ah! ... Mmm!! ... Mmm!!" Xin Ye's body trembled more frantically. With her body's tremors, the "Fettered Phoenix Silk" tightened further, sinking deep into her flesh. Her poor breasts were now unmistakably shaped like a thin-waisted gourd, almost as if they would be snapped in two. "Sister, you really can't untie it, can you?" Mei Lan said, approaching Xin Ye with disbelief, caressing Xin Ye's gourd-shaped breasts. She then suddenly pinched her [REDACTED] hard. "Urgh... Ah... Ah!!" Xin Ye let out a soft cry. Before Mei Lan could react, two streams of milk sprayed onto her face. Watching Xin Ye's struggle, Mei Lan found herself lost in her own fantasy once more: Xin Ye, bound tightly, held in her arms. This time, she had indeed not untied the ropes herself. "Little sister Mei Lan, you seem to be thinking happy thoughts from your expression?!" Mei Lan suddenly heard a voice. It was Sister Xin Ye's voice. *No, isn't she already tied up by me, and her mouth gagged?* Mei Lan focused and saw that the cloth in Xin Ye's mouth had been removed, yet the ropes binding her body had not loosened in the slightest. However, Xin Ye at this moment no longer struggled; she merely looked at Mei Lan with a seductive smile. "Sister, you..." Mei Lan looked at Xin Ye's appearance and spread her hands in resignation. "As expected, sister, you were just toying with me. It's always like this." "Your rope techniques have indeed improved. It seems I misjudged you. And this combination of 'Fettered Phoenix Silk' and 'Enchanting Binding Silk' is a very good idea. It can completely bind some beginner Xuan Yao," Xin Ye praised. "Meaning, if it were three hundred years ago, perhaps sister would have truly been captured by you."

Xin Ye deliberately feigned an inability to escape. A blow from Ao Xue landed on her leg, eliciting a few pained cries. However, her hands were not idle. Her longsword thrust towards Ao Xue's soft chest once more, striking the nipples on Ao Xue's peaks. Startled, Ao Xue released her spear, clutching her chest and crying out as she retreated. "You..." Ao Xue looked at the smiling Xin Ye, picking up her spear from the ground. "Sister Xin Ye, since that's the case, I won't hold back anymore." With that, she unleashed eighty percent of her strength, her spear sweeping directly towards Xin Ye. Seeing Ao Xue exert force, Xin Ye knew she was no match. She hastily blocked with her longsword, only to be swept back several meters by Ao Xue's spear. Fortunately, Ao Xue's room was large, or she would have knocked over furniture. Gaining an advantage, Ao Xue began a relentless assault on Xin Ye, who found herself struggling to parry, retreating continuously. Ao Xue cornered her against the wall and with a mighty shout, struck with her spear, sending Xin Ye's longsword flying into the air. Ao Xue then leaped into the air, catching Xin Ye's sword with her left hand. Holding her spear with her right arm, she stylishly pressed the spear tip against Xin Ye's delicate neck, pinning her against the wall, unable to move. "How about that? My number one female general of the Western Regions, are you convinced now?" Ao Xue said proudly, pressing her spear further against Xin Ye's neck. With her left hand, she pointed her sword at Xin Ye's chest, pushing down on the already open, low-cut, hollowed dress, further exposing Xin Ye's proud peaks. Her firm cherries were clearly visible. "I am outmatched, there is nothing to say. Since I have been captured by the Peerless General, I shall submit to your disposal," Xin Ye declared righteously, lifting her beautiful head. "A defeated foe, captured by me, yet you dare to be so arrogant. Let this general show you how I deal with you." As Ao Xue spoke, she used her spear to escort Xin Ye to the center of the room. She took a bright silver rope from her waist and pointed to the peacock velvet carpet spread on the floor. "Kneel and be bound, obediently." "Hmph! Even if I fall into your hands, what can you do to me?" Xin Ye said defiantly as she knelt, placing her hands behind her back. "We Western Region female generals, besides training troops and fighting, practice the art of escaping restraints for three hours daily. Your Central Plains' methods of binding are barely an appetizer to us." "I have fought with your Western Regions for years; how could I not know your customs?" Ao Xue sneered coldly. She then approached Xin Ye with the silver rope, wrapping it around her elegant neck several times before tightening and knotting it. She then twisted Xin Ye's hands behind her back, bending her forearms so her palms faced each other, pressing them together behind her back as if in prayer. "We have long developed methods to bind you. Today, I will let you experience them." As Ao Xue spoke, she repeatedly wrapped the rope around Xin Ye's fair wrists, tying them securely with a dead knot, leaving one end of the rope. She then took another silver rope and tightly bound Xin Ye's closely pressed forearms from wrist to elbow, wrapping it at least twenty times before stopping to tie the knot. What kind of binding is this? It's a very novel rope technique, Xin Ye thought, feeling Ao Xue's ropes on her body. The rope techniques practiced by cultivators often require suitable ropes and prioritize suppressing the bound person's breath, thus their development differs from ordinary people's. Ao Xue's current binding method, however, was something she had seen when her royal brother's army captured female prisoners. It was a method designed to suppress the strength of ordinary people, which was why Xin Ye had never seen it before. Next, Ao Xue picked up another long rope, looping a section around the back of Xin Ye's neck and bringing it forward. She passed it under her armpits, tying several knots on her shoulders, then wrapped it around her upper arms before bringing it to the front. She crossed it tightly above her chest, then returned it to her back, wrapping it around her arms several times before pulling it to her chest. This time, she wrapped it below her breasts, repeating this process more than a dozen times, each time tighter than the last, binding Xin Ye's arms, twisted behind her back, tightly against her breasts with no room for looseness. Finally, she found the remaining rope from binding her wrists and forcefully threaded it through the silver rope binding her throat, pulling it down with all her might. Xin Ye's hands were instantly pulled upwards to their extreme, her tightly bound wrists now elevated to the back of her head. "Ugh... Ah...!!!" Xin Ye couldn't help but cry out in pain. It seemed Ao Xue's current binding method focused entirely on controlling her body, tightening it as much as possible. It completely disregarded her Qi cultivation points. To cooperate with Ao Xue, Xin Ye had to suppress her Qi with all her might, preventing it from uncontrollably bursting out due to her body's injury and snapping the ropes. This suppression of her Qi also intensified the stimulation she felt. "How is it, General Xin Ye? Have you practiced such binding methods in your Western Regions?" Ao Xue said proudly, seeing Xin Ye's arms bound behind her back in an inverted triangle shape, her breasts pushed high, her shoulder blades contorted, making her appear as if she had no hands. She had witnessed female generals from the Western Regions being unable to resist under this binding method multiple times since childhood, and had unconsciously memorized it. "Hmph!" Xin Ye twisted her body, feigning struggle. In reality, she was doing her best to suppress her Qi to avoid accidentally breaking free. She still said cooperatively, "What a powerful binding method. It seems I underestimated you Central Plains people." "Heh heh, the best is yet to come," Ao Xue said, walking to a chest. She opened it and took out a bundle of silver wire. "Your Western Region people are indeed skilled at escaping restraints. Several of our female generals, after capturing you, were careless and fell into your hands once you escaped. Afterward, we meticulously researched this binding method, which gives you absolutely no chance." As Ao Xue spoke, she approached Xin Ye with the silver wire. She brought Xin Ye's hands, twisted upright, thumb to thumb, index finger to index finger, all five fingers aligned, and bound them securely with the thin, tough silver wire. She then wrapped it around her fingers several times, and finally coiled it around her palms, binding her hands tightly together with no gaps. "Ugh... Ah...!!" Xin Ye cried out again. This military binding method focused entirely on physical restraint. If it were a true contest of restraint, Xin Ye would have been delighted to encounter such a method that could be easily resolved with Qi. However, at this moment, she had to endure this method that caused the most physical harm with her mortal body, while also suppressing her Qi. It could be said she was enduring several times the stimulation. Mei Lan then wove the ropes around her abdomen like a spiderweb, creating several mesh eyes of varying sizes. From each mesh eye, two ropes were drawn to the back of her waist, connecting with the ropes binding her arms behind her. She then pulled the knot forcefully, causing Xin Ye's full, firm breasts to swell and bulge. The section in the middle, constricted by the rope, began to take on a gourd-like shape. In the lower body, Xin Ye's waist was covered in a tight net of ropes. Two strands were pressed on either side of her vulva, meeting at the hymen and merging with the ropes binding her hands behind her. "Ah! ... Hmm! ..." Xin Ye began to moan softly, constricted by the ropes. "Why do you need to use so much force, little sister, you are truly... Ahhh?!" Xin Ye's words were cut short as she suddenly

After Ao Xue had bound Xin Ye in the torture chamber, the group withdrew, leaving Xin Ye alone. As soon as they exited, Xian Yun bid farewell to Ao Xue, citing urgent matters. Ao Xue pouted, clinging to Xian Yun's neck, refusing to let her go. However, Xian Yun had promised Xin Ye she would bring Mei Lan back, and she was determined to fulfill that promise. Ao Xue finally relented under Xian Yun's persistence. Before leaving, Xian Yun bestowed three treasures upon Ao Xue: besides the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope binding Xin Ye, there was a bottle of red pills to restrict demonic power, which Ao Xue was to administer to Xin Ye daily. The last item was a whistle, which Xian Yun gave to both Ao Xue and Xiao Lan. They were instructed to blow it in case of danger, and Xian Yun would return regardless of her location. With everything arranged, Xian Yun departed the Princess's mansion. Her first destination was naturally Mei Lan's Tranquility Pavilion, though Mei Lan was not there at the moment. For convenience, Xian Yun did not wear her usual white gauze dress for this outing. Instead, she donned the Princess's mansion's general's attire: a silver-threaded soft armor on her upper body, and her long, slender, and well-formed legs were encased in thigh-high, silver-white stockings woven from threads as fine as silk. She wore a pair of silver soft silk battle boots, exuding an imposing aura. Xian Yun, traveling light, moved with considerable speed. However, due to the considerable distance between Tranquility Pavilion and the Princess's mansion, it would take her over a day to arrive. This was why she had told Xin Ye she could bring Mei Lan back in three days, implying she had no expectation of Mei Lan resisting her, nor any thought that Mei Lan might not be at Tranquility Pavilion. In the Lin family's dungeon, Ye Yin watched the two sisters before her with a smile and a hint of pity in her eyes. After Ouyang Hong had broken free from her restraints, capturing the two sisters had been effortless. Lin Wanrou was now stripped bare, her eyes wide with lust, suspended upside down in a "four-horse-team" posture. Her arms were brought together behind her head, palms facing each other, her wrists tightly bound. Then, her forearms, elbows, and upper arms were secured. After binding her elbows and upper arms, two ropes were led from each wrist to be tied tightly. Two more ropes were then pulled from her wrists up to her neck and bound. The ropes descending from her neck formed a tight net, encircling the base of each breast with a loop. Further up, two loops tightly secured the middle of her breasts. Simultaneously, ropes hung from her bound chest, forming knots at corresponding points along her collarbones, between her breasts, at her sternum, and at her pubic bone. Another rope passed between her legs, ascending along her spine behind her back to the loop at the back of her neck, with knots tied at intervals. It then separated to the sides,绕 back around to her front from under her arms, and passed horizontally through the loops front and back, creating a beautiful Kikkō-dori (tortoise shell binding) on her body. Her legs were stripped even of their stockings, which were stuffed into her mouth, leaving her only able to whimper. Ropes separated her legs, binding her two exquisite big toes together. Then, the ropes wound around her slender, beautiful legs, all the way up to her thighs, with the ropes between her legs intertwined and tightened. Lin Wanrou felt extremely wronged at this moment. She had only come to visit her sister, only to encounter such a demon. Not only had the beauty she had captured escaped, but she herself was bound like this. However, looking at Lin Yingrong beside her, she felt a sliver of satisfaction. Lin Yingrong, meanwhile, was bound kneeling on a table by Ouyang Hong with five-colored ropes. Like Lin Wanrou, she was stripped bare, and her stockings were stuffed entirely into her mouth, sealing it tightly. Combined with her slender willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes, large, alluring, half-closed black eyes, high-bridged nose, and sensual, red, moist lips, she was an image of extreme seduction. Her naked body revealed her proud breasts, accentuating her curvaceous figure, smooth abdomen, slender waist, high-arched buttocks, and snow-white thighs, enough to ignite lust in any observer. Lin Yingrong was now writhing helplessly, her dark, lustrous hair disheveled, obscuring half of her exquisite face. Her legs were bound together, forcing her into a kneeling posture on the table. Her upper body was bound in a "five-flower knot" style, with her hands tied behind her back and hoisted high. As punishment, Ouyang Hong tightly bound her exposed, towering breasts with a dense network of five-colored ropes. She then used several fine silver threads to wrap around her delicate, sensitive nipples, causing them to swell and become even more rosy and alluring. The other ends of the silver threads were also hung high from the canopy of the large bed, pulling her breasts taut into a conical shape. She was forced to stand on tiptoe, stretching her waist and chest, to alleviate the intense stimulation from her nipples. However, due to her kneeling posture, she could only support her upright body with her toes and knees, making it easy to lose balance and sway. Each sway would tug at her nipples, bringing waves of intense pain and stimulation. It was likely due to this stimulation that she was now covered in sweat and panting. Her starry eyes were now tightly closed, her face flushed. Her small mouth was stuffed full with stockings. Her once snow-white, jade-like body had turned a delicate rosy hue from the extreme stimulation, appearing exquisitely beautiful. Her breasts remained full and rounded, their peaks enlarged and hardened by the silver threads, appearing seductively red. Her legs were forced apart, revealing her mysterious garden, with a faint glimmer of crystalline dew visible, sparking the imagination. "Sister Ye Yin, I'll leave these two to you. I'm going to rest upstairs for a while. We'll leave when you're done playing," Ouyang Hong said. Although she could break free from restraints, her energy had not fully recovered. "Sister Wanrou, your aphrodisiac is quite potent, but can you still use it now?" Ye Yin approached Lin Wanrou, caressing her small face. Lin Wanrou looked at Ye Yin with fear, appearing pitiful. She whimpered a few times, as if apologizing. This was the same expression the young girl had when Ye Yin had subdued her. Thinking about it, Ye Yin had been tricked by Mo Xi in a similar way before; she really had been careless. "Do you think you can escape punishment by pretending to be pitiful?" Ye Yin said, reaching out to grasp Lin Wanrou's exposed, tender breast. Her breasts were already highly sensitive from the rope net, and when Ye Yin squeezed them, she let out a yelp. Hearing her cries, Ye Yin seemed to relish it, twisting and pinching her breast forcefully. Lin Wanrou screamed in agony. "Do you know what this is?" Ye Yin said, pulling two small objects from her怀. Lin Wanrou saw that they were the nipple rings she and Lin Yingrong had hung on Ye Yin's chest earlier. She let out a loud cry of resistance. Ye Yin naturally ignored her resistance. She grabbed Lin Wanrou's left breast with her left hand, straightened her nipple, and attached the nipple ring to her pink, tender nipple. She then did the same to her right breast, causing Lin Wanrou to grimace in pain. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph...!" Lin Wanrou's muffled cries came from her stuffed mouth. "Sister Wanrou, your breasts look so good," Ye Yin said with a smile, then took a rope and tied it to the middle of Lin Wanrou's nipple rings. Lin Wanrou twisted her body, trying to escape, but she was suspended upside down and bound tightly, able to move only within a small range, completely unable to escape Ye Yin's control. Ye Yin lengthened the rope in her hand and said with a seductive smile, "Sister Wanrou, now if I just pull..." As she spoke, she tugged backward. Lin Wanrou's breasts were immediately pulled forward, causing her chest to tremble. "Ugh... Ah...!!... Oh...!!!" Lin Wanrou cried out uncontrollably. With each pull from Ye Yin, Lin Wanrou's body involuntarily trembled. "Sister Wanrou, is it fun?" Ye Yin said with a smile, then yanked the rope hard, elongating Lin Wanrou's breasts considerably. Lin Wanrou cried tears of pain. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." "Next, it's this." Ye Yin smiled and picked up the whip Lin Yingrong had used to strike Ouyang Hong, waving it seductively beside Lin Wanrou. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Lin Wanrou's eyes widened, and she thrashed her body in refusal. She and Lin Yingrong had always enjoyed binding and tormenting beautiful women. However, due to their family's influence and their own skills, they had never been subjected to such treatment. They had only engaged in binding games in their private chambers, and even then, they had been gentle and never used a whip. "Looking at you, Sister, it seems like this is your first time," Ye Yin said with a wicked smile in her eyes. "That's just perfect." As she spoke, Ye Yin suddenly flicked the whip, striking Lin Wanrou's rounded buttocks with a crisp sound. A long whip mark immediately appeared on her flawless white right buttock. "Ah!!" Lin Wanrou screamed in pain, throwing her head back. Her voice was incredibly seductive, and her body trembled uncontrollably. The force of the whip caused her body to spin in the air. "Crack!!" Ye Yin swung the whip back, striking Lin Wanrou's left buttock. A long whip mark also appeared on her left buttock. Accompanied by another cry from Lin Wanrou, Ye Yin began to whip her rounded buttocks with increasing force. The whip, like a venomous snake, tore at Lin Wanrou's beautiful body, leaving behind streaks of blood. With each lash, Lin Wanrou's body spun gracefully in the air. As Ye Yin's whipping speed and intensity increased, Lin Wanrou's continuous moans and the sound of the whip striking flesh slowly transformed into a soul-stirring symphony. Lin Wanrou's rounded buttocks were soon covered in whip marks. Immediately after, Ye Yin began to whip Lin Wanrou's legs, which were bound behind her head. Each lash was met with a loud cry from Lin Wanrou and her body spinning continuously in the air, making everyone present's hearts race. In a short while, Lin Wanrou's body was a large expanse of red, and her legs were a mix of red and purple. Chapter 65 Ye Yin whipped Lin Wanrou for a full half an hour. Although Lin Wanrou appeared pitiful, Ye Yin remembered being ambushed by her and felt anger surge within her. The whip in her hand grew heavier, leaving Lin Wanrou in tears. After Lin Wanrou's cries weakened, Ye Yin approached Lin Yingrong with a seductive smile. Lin Yingrong was currently bound kneeling on the table, her nipples pulled high by fine threads, sending waves of stimulation through her body. She must have deeply regretted not being the one to strike first instead of her sister, leaving herself in this humiliating and alluring posture, bound to the table. Her cherry lips were stuffed full with stockings and tightly bound with a silk scarf at the back of her head, allowing only faint whimpers to escape. Her naked body, illuminated by the dungeon's candlelight, took on a seductive, alluring red hue. Combined with her peerlessly beautiful face and her helpless, forlorn gaze, it was a truly breathtaking sight. "Sister Yingrong, didn't you want to whip me earlier?" Ye Yin said, holding the whip and approaching Lin Yingrong. She placed her small hand on Lin Yingrong's parted mysterious garden and began to rub it back and forth. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph...!!" Lin Yingrong moaned softly, enduring the stimulation from her body and below. "Miss Lin Yingrong's cries are also lovely, truly captivating," Ye Yin said with a charming laugh, then inserted her finger into Lin Yingrong's nether regions and began to thrust. "Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah...!!!" Lin Yingrong cried out loudly, throwing her head back. Ye Yin pulled hard on Lin Yingrong's body. This pull caused Lin Yingrong's breasts to be stretched into a conical shape by the silver threads, her nipples feeling as if they would tear, causing unbearable pain and intense stimulation. Her body tensed and trembled violently, tears almost streaming down her face as she panted. Ouyang Hong had used a Daoist rope technique when binding her nipples, and had also infused it with a stream of energy. As her body swayed, it provided endless stimulation to her nipples. Unless she remained completely still, she could never escape the stimulation of this energy circulating. With this hard pull from Ye Yin, the silver threads immediately began to stimulate her breasts. Ye Yin seemed to enjoy this pleasure. Since deciding to leave her sect, and later her experiences tormenting the Mo Xi sisters and Mu Yan, she had increasingly come to enjoy the thrill of sadism. Disregarding Lin Yingrong's reactions, she moved to the opposite side, her hands working on both sides, caressing her breasts, buttocks, inner thighs, and mysterious garden, all sensitive areas. Lin Yingrong, suspended in the air, could not move and could only let out low whimpers of protest. Her body, subjected to Ye Yin's wicked claws, became soft and tremulous, leading to constant, surging pain and stimulation in her nipples, and soft whimpers. What's more, Ye Yin would deliberately tug at the silver threads on Lin Yingrong's breasts and push her around. Subject to the traction of the silver threads, Lin Yingrong's body swayed uncontrollably, her nipples suffering intense stimulation and pain. Afterward, Ye Yin tied a short rope to the middle of the silver threads connecting Lin Yingrong's nipples. She then tied a small cloth bag to the other end of the short rope and, with a smile, began to place small iron beads, found in the dungeon, into the bag one by one. Lin Yingrong's breasts were pulled closer together by the silver threads, stretched into a long, conical shape. Her nipples became engorged and hardened, appearing as alluring as pearls. The continuous, intense pain and stimulation from her breasts caused Lin Yingrong's face to flush, her breathing to quicken, and her whimpers to gradually become more pronounced. Only when Lin Yingrong's expression seemed to have reached its limit did Ye Yin stop. She then began to gently swing the cloth bag, letting it sway freely. Thus, the silk bag filled with small iron beads swung back and forth beneath Lin Yingrong's crystalline, jade-like breasts, and Lin Yingrong's evocative whimpers echoed rhythmically throughout the dungeon. "Now, it's time for Miss Yingrong to taste her own whip," Ye Yin said with a seductive smile, then picked up the whip and brought it behind Lin Yingrong, striking her rounded buttocks forcefully. Lin Yingrong felt a wave of intense pain in her buttocks and let out a loud groan. Her body swayed uncontrollably, once again triggering the stimulation from the silver threads on her chest. Her loud groans immediately turned into soft, seductive moans. Ye Yin began to whip Lin Yingrong's rounded buttocks rapidly and rhythmically with the same whip she had used on Ouyang Hong. Lin Yingrong's originally snow-white, smooth, rounded bare buttocks were soon covered in whip marks, crisscrossing each other, a dazzling sight. Each lash of the whip on Lin Yingrong's elastic bare buttocks brought a burning pain. Her body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably. Under the traction of the silver threads, her nipples were intensely stimulated, and her whimpers continued ceaselessly, causing her immense suffering. Lin Yingrong's upper body, bound kneeling on the table, was already unstable. The stimulation to her buttocks increased the sway of her body. Each sway brought a tearing pain and intense stimulation to her nipples. Simultaneously, the cloth bag containing the iron beads, hanging from her nipples, swung with the rhythm of the whipping, and the pain and stimulation to her nipples varied depending on the bag's position. Lin Yingrong's whimpers rose and fell in rhythm. Meanwhile, in the inn, Mu Yan was still unconscious. Jing Ling, after confirming that Mu Yan would not wake up soon, untied her completely and prepared to bind her upright on the bed so she could better torment Mu Yan. She laid Mu Yan flat at the head of the bed, raising her hands together above her head. She tightly wrapped five-colored ropes around her wrists, arms, and elbows, tying a knot in the middle. Finally, she tied one end of another five-colored rope to the rope around Mu Yan's wrists and the other end to the head of the bed. "Sister Mu Yan is truly beautiful. Just thinking about it makes me lose control," Jing Ling said, carefully examining Mu Yan's entire body after binding her hands. Her flawless oval face, closed eyes beneath long, soft eyelashes, slightly parted red lips, and delicate, rosy skin, combined with her long, fair legs beneath a thin, flowing yellow gauze skirt, were truly perfect. As she examined Mu Yan, Jing Ling caressed her entire body wantonly. When she reached Mu Yan's breasts, she couldn't resist pinching them hard. Mu Yan, still unconscious, let out a soft moan. Hearing Mu Yan's moan, and fearing she might wake up soon, Jing Ling sped up the binding process. She pulled open Mu Yan's gauze dress to the widest extent, revealing her beautiful, firm breasts. Then, she straddled Mu Yan, wrapping a rope around her fair neck and leading it down to tightly encircle the base of her firm, partially revealed breasts, accentuating them to the fullest. Her pink nipples were almost clearly visible. "Let me re-dress Sister's beautiful breasts," Jing Ling said with a charming laugh.

"Naturally, not even your senior sister is my match," Qianyun said, continuing her binding. She wrapped the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope from Meilan's left shoulder, across her chest, down through the four strands above her breasts, and tied a knot. Then, it passed through the cleavage and tightened at the four strands below her breasts, tying another knot. Qianyun then threaded the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope upwards through the knot above Meilan's breasts, from her right shoulder back to her wrist. She pulled the rope taut with immense force. This sudden, fierce tightening caused Meilan's already swollen and aching breasts, compressed by the ropes, to protrude even more sharply. An intensely strong, numb sensation coursed through Meilan's entire body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "Ah..." "Be gentler," Meilan said, her voice laced with a playful complaint. "I'm already injured, and you're using the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope to bind me, and so tightly too." "To wake up so quickly after a single strike from me, I have to admit I underestimated you before I came. Now, naturally, I must bind you tighter," Qianyun replied, and then further tightened the ropes around Meilan's body with even more force. Meilan's delicate chest felt constricted by Qianyun's Flying Star Soft Silver Rope, making it difficult to breathe. Her beautiful eyes, filled with a hint of resentment, gazed at Qianyun. Her alluring expression, gentle demeanor, and exquisite body were truly captivating. As she endured Qianyun's tightening embrace, Meilan said, "While I may not be your match, I don't believe you when you say you can bind my senior sister." "Xinye is currently bound in the Princess's Mansion. Don't worry, you'll see her soon," Qianyun said calmly, continuing to increase the tension. She looped the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope around Meilan's neck, letting the ends hang down her chest. She then tied knots sequentially at her collarbone, the center of her chest, her xiphoid process, and her pubic bone. Next, it passed between her legs, up her back along her spine, to the loop behind her neck, with knots tied at regular intervals along the way. After passing through the loop behind her neck, she separated the two strands of the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope to the left and right, brought them back to the front from under her arms, and threaded them horizontally through the front and back loops, from top to bottom. As she adjusted the position of each loop, she tightened them. This binding method could restrict the flow of breath through numerous knots. "Bound in the Princess's Mansion? Bound by what in the Princess's Mansion? The Flying Star Soft Silver Rope?" Meilan chuckled. "Do you really think this rope can hold my senior sister? You truly underestimate people." Qianyun had actually been worried since earlier whether her Flying Star Soft Silver Rope could truly hold Xinye. Now that Meilan brought it up again, Qianyun couldn't help but feel more anxious. In the past hundred years, if Meilan could make such significant progress, Xinye's progress would undoubtedly be even greater. If her Flying Star Soft Silver Rope couldn't hold her, wouldn't the entire Princess's Mansion be in danger now? The more Qianyun thought about it, the more worried she became. She channeled her pent-up frustration onto Meilan, binding Meilan's perfect, delicate body with even greater force. She made Meilan lie down on the ground and began to bind Meilan's perfect legs. She brought Meilan's slender legs together and, starting from her ankles, wrapped the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope around them several times. Then, it passed between her legs, looped twice, and tightened forcefully at the ankles, securing a knot. The rest of the process was similar. Qianyun successively bound Meilan's calves, knees, and thighs together. Then, in the same manner as her ankles, she wrapped and threaded the rope through her legs, tightening and knotting it to bind Meilan's legs completely. Meilan's pair of long, sculpted, stocking-clad legs were thus bound from her ankles to the roots of her thighs, appearing so beautiful and alluring. Moreover, Meilan unconsciously wriggled her body, tightly bound by the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope, looking so helpless and powerless. After binding Meilan's beautiful legs, Qianyun forcefully tightened and secured the four loops that had been wrapped around Meilan's upper and lower legs. Then, she horizontally wrapped the four loops between her ankles and thighs, pressing Meilan's legs and upper and lower legs even more tightly together. She then threaded the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope upwards through Meilan's left elbow behind her back, looped it around her right elbow, and returned it to her ankles. She repeated this three times, then slowly tightened it at her ankles, binding her arms as close to her legs as possible, binding Meilan into a "four horses overturning the cart" position. Next, Qianyun inverted Meilan's raised hands, aligning her thumbs tip to tip, index fingers tip to tip, and all five fingers together. She securely bound each hand with thin rope, wrapping it several times around her fingers until they were tightly pressed together. Finally, she wound the rope back and forth across her palms, binding her hands together so tightly that there wasn't the slightest gap. After binding Meilan's fingers, Qianyun caressed the smooth stocking on Meilan's leg and slowly removed Meilan's shoes. "Are you going to bind my toes too?" Meilan asked with a smile. "How you treated me, I will naturally return it to you," Qianyun said, looking at Meilan's pretty face. She then massaged Meilan's soles a few times. Lifting Meilan's bound legs high, with the soles facing upwards, she tightly wound the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope beneath her rounded ankles, binding her slender feet once more. She then drew out the rope ends, splitting them into two strands to bind the front and back of her feet, tightly tying her two delicate, exquisite feet together and securing a knot firmly in the arch of her foot. "Just as I was once defeated by Xinye and captured by her, even after a hundred years, I will find her and capture her." "You are truly a terrifying woman," Meilan said. As Qianyun listened to Meilan speak, she forcefully stretched Meilan's ten toes. First, she tightly bound her pair of beautiful big toes. Then, starting with her left foot, she securely bound her big toe to her second toe, then forcefully bound her second toe to her third toe. Every adjacent pair of toes was tightly bound, all the way to her little toe. She did the same for her right foot, meticulously binding the joints of each of Meilan's toes with the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope, which dug deeply into the soft flesh. She straightened Meilan's naturally curled toes and bound them closely together, making them impossible to separate. "However," Meilan said, drawing out her words, "I still don't believe you can bind my senior sister. A rope like the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope simply cannot hold my senior sister." As Meilan spoke, she twisted her body, feeling the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope on her. She was currently so tightly constricted from her neck to her toes by the Flying Star Soft Silver Rope that she was in immense pain and found it difficult to resist. Yet, her faith in Xinye remained absolute. Princess's Mansion, on Ao Xue's bed.