Bound Beauty Hunt (II)

"Hongming Rope? This is a treasure rope passed down by Fairy Yunhong. Are you from Qingxin Pavilion?" Fairy Lingyun, who had been motionless, asked in surprise upon seeing the rope that Yinhan took out. "Sister actually knows about the Hongming Rope and Fairy Yunhong. You're quite remarkable," Yinhan said. At the same time, worried that Fairy Lingyun might break through her icy aura, Yinhan instantly appeared behind Fairy Lingyun. "Is Sister Yinhan planning to tie me up?" Fairy Lingyun pushed against her aura again, finding that she still couldn't break through Yinhan's restraint. She could only smile faintly and say, "To be bound by such an ancient treasure rope is truly my good fortune." "It's wonderful that Sister feels that way," Yinhan said with a smile. As she spoke, she picked up the Hongming Rope and began to bind Fairy Lingyun from head to toe. Since Fairy Lingyun couldn't circulate her aura at this moment, she naturally didn't resist, allowing Yinhan to wrap the Hongming Rope around her body. "By the way, I still don't know Sister's name?" Yinhan asked, simultaneously twisting Fairy Lingyun's hands behind her back. She then brought her clasped hands up forcefully until they were almost at her neck, unable to lift any further. This caused Fairy Lingyun to involuntarily arch her chest forward, her magnificent breasts thrusting out. "You can just call me Sister Yun," Fairy Lingyun said with a seductive smile. Then, she twisted her body and threatened, "Sister Yinhan, I think I'm about to break through your icy aura. If you don't tie me tighter, I'm afraid you'll be at a disadvantage." Hearing Fairy Lingyun's words, Yinhan couldn't help but tremble. Just from Fairy Lingyun's earlier grappling move, she knew that in terms of true skill, she was no match for Fairy Lingyun. Although Fairy Lingyun hadn't displayed the full extent of her aura, it was likely not weak, and she might indeed break through Yinhan's icy restraint. With this thought, Yinhan quickened her binding. She swiftly wrapped the Hongming Rope tightly around Fairy Lingyun's wrists, then her forearms, elbows, and upper arms. After binding her elbows and upper arms, she drew two more strands of rope to the wrists and tied them securely. Then, she firmly gripped Fairy Lingyun's wrists and sent two streams of icy aura into Fairy Lingyun's body. "Ugh… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ugh… Ah… Ugh… Ah…" Fairy Lingyun felt waves of cold surge within her, letting out a few soft cries. However, as her aura was completely suppressed, the newly entered icy energy only made her feel cold and didn't have any greater effect on her. Looking at Fairy Lingyun's alluring appearance, Yinhan pulled the Hongming Rope again, bringing two strands from her wrists up to Fairy Lingyun's delicate neck and tying them. She then forcefully lifted Fairy Lingyun's tightly bound arms, crossing the ropes at the wrists again and tying them. Next, she wound the ropes down around Fairy Lingyun's left and right forearms, then up around her upper arms, returning to the wrists. She repeated this for several rounds, then pulled the left and right arms closer together, wrapping them around each other for two rounds. Finally, she slowly tightened the rope, causing Fairy Lingyun's arms to press closer and closer to her back, unable to move outwards even a fraction, before securing them tightly at the wrists. With her hands pulled up so forcefully, Fairy Lingyun's delicate neck was also constricted by the rope. She let out a soft "Ah…" with a moan, her seductive voice further igniting Yinhan's interest as she bound her. Yinhan then asked triumphantly, "Sister Yun, am I being too rough, or is the true energy within you too cold?" "Neither," Fairy Lingyun said with a smile. "It's because I'm thinking about how I'll bind you after I break through your aura and untie myself." Fairy Lingyun's words were not entirely baseless; she was already faintly sensing the weakest points of the icy aura. To better understand the weaknesses of the icy energy, Fairy Lingyun needed more time and samples. "Sister Yun, you truly are boastful. My icy aura is not so easily broken," Yinhan said, injecting another stream of icy energy into Fairy Lingyun's body. She didn't expect that this seemingly punitive action, for a martial arts genius like Fairy Lingyun, was actually helping her verify some of her ideas.

Zitong's feet were petite and exquisite, with a stunning, perfect shape, appearing somewhat veiled beneath the purple stockings. Her five toes, like tender lotus buds, decreased in length from thumb to pinky, offering a streamlined aesthetic when viewed as a whole. Her slender, pale toes were exceptionally long, slightly curled, with beautifully arched joints. The toenails were crystal clear, and the tips of her toes were delicate and alluring. Descending from these exquisite toes, the arch of her foot flowed smoothly, possessing rounded, lustrous lines like a fish in the ocean. Zitong's instep was flat and smooth, with the slightly upturned toes and instep forming perfect curves. The purple stockings outlined her incredibly cute and captivating small feet, making the tips of her toes appear smooth and enticing. Her beautiful feet, perfect in every way, complemented her slender ankles. Her delicate ankles were barely graspable, and the Achilles tendon extending from her heel was also shaped by the tightly fitting stockings. The length was just right, perfectly highlighting the slenderness of Zitong's ankles and the fullness of her calves, making them utterly perfect. Lin Ruohan couldn't resist and tickled Zitong's small feet a few times, causing Zitong to tremble uncontrollably and let out muffled moans from her gagged mouth. Lin Ruohan lifted Zitong's bound legs high, the soles of her feet facing upwards. She tightly wound the Immortal Binding Rope around her plump ankles, re-securing her slender feet. Then, she drew out the rope ends, dividing them into two strands to bind the front and back of Zitong's feet. She tightly tied her two delicate, small feet together, securing a knot firmly in the center of her fair, tender soles. Lin Ruohan then used the Immortal Binding Rope to tightly bind her beautiful big toes. Starting with the left foot, she securely tied her big toe to her second toe, then forcefully bound the second toe to the third. Every adjacent pair of toes was tightly bound, all the way to the little toe. The right foot was treated the same way. The Immortal Binding Rope snugly bound the joints of each of her toes, digging deeply into the soft flesh. It straightened and tightly bound her ten naturally curled toes, making them impossible to separate. Afterward, Lin Ruohan threaded one end of the Immortal Binding Rope through the gap beneath the base of Zitong's two bound big toes, intertwining it with the existing rope on her toes and tying a dead knot. The other end was used to bind Zitong's feet so tightly that the Immortal Binding Rope dug deeply into the soft skin of her soles and toes. Her originally white, jade-like soles were already reddened all over by the rope, as were her ten delicate toes. Her two small heels were also bound together side-by-side, making them very conspicuous. "Mmm, uh..." Zitong forcefully turned her head, looking at the Immortal Binding Rope tightly bound around her. She felt the tightness of the ropes, realizing she was constricted from neck to toe. These two little rascals had given her such a gift right upon meeting; it was truly excessive. After finishing binding Zitong's small feet, Lin Ruohan began to knead Zitong's soles with her thumbs. The smooth stockings made Zitong's feet feel even softer and more tender. Lin Ruohan pressed her cheek against the soles of Zitong's feet, greedily savoring the silky sensation from Zitong's feet, lost in a trance. These exquisite beauties within the white stockings, bound tightly by ropes, could only wiggle back and forth slightly. The toes wrapped in stockings would sometimes spread, sometimes close, and sometimes playfully rub against each other. Lin Ruohan turned to look at Zitong, her expression of fear mixed with excitement further fueling her desire. Lin Ruohan moved down Zitong's soles, gradually transitioning from stroking to kneading with both hands, from heel to sole to toes, not missing an inch. After a long period of kneading, Lin Ruohan grabbed Zitong's right foot and buried her face in the elegant arch, allowing herself to feel the softness and silkiness of Zitong's small foot. Zitong struggled to turn her head to look at Lin Ruohan, who was lost in her jade feet. Her body even felt a slight thrill, and a charming blush appeared on her face. She wriggled her body in sync with Lin Ruohan's hands. Lin Ruohan slowly drew circles on Zitong's two beautiful stockinged feet with her index fingers. As her fingertips traced, ripples spread across the stockings, transmitting to the sensitive skin on Zitong's soles. For these exquisite feet, Lin Ruohan intended to proceed gradually, controlling the pressure and speed with perfect precision. Zitong felt a continuous sensation of itchiness spreading from the soles of her feet, like a babbling brook, throughout her body, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her soles would sometimes feel an unbearable itch, causing Zitong to instinctively thrash her body, which was tied in a "four-horse chariot" position, struggling helplessly. Lin Ruohan's fingers were sometimes gentle and delicate, bringing her comfort, and sometimes deliberately applied more pressure, giving her greater stimulation. Her nimble fingers clung to her fair insteps, while all she could do was futilely twist her feet, curl her toes, and helplessly swing her legs under the control of the Immortal Binding Rope. Suddenly, Lin Ruohan began to slide her hands wantonly over Zitong's jade feet, listening to Zitong's beautiful laughter. Her fingers caressed Zitong's soft, tender soles, and Lin Ruohan reveled in the experience. Zitong could only cooperate helplessly with Lin Ruohan. She hadn't expected Lin Ruohan to start by playing with her small feet. On one hand, she tried her best to resist but ended up laughing helplessly. On the other hand, her struggles were just right for Lin Ruohan, giving her a greater sense of satisfaction. After playing with Zitong's small feet for a long time, Lin Ruohan finally let go. Lin Ruohan looked at Zitong's flushed cheeks and her beautifully curved figure. She kissed Zitong's smooth, fair neck and her semi-exposed breasts a few times. Zitong wriggled her body, responding to Lin Ruohan's kisses, while simultaneously rubbing her rope-bound body against Lin Ruohan. Lin Ruohan felt that Zitong's wriggling body, bound by ropes, was so soft and delicate. Her heaving breasts and beautiful, soft body exuded an irresistible allure.

"You big bad wolf, I knew you wouldn't let my fingers and toes off the hook. Ever since we came back from Qingxin Pavilion, you've insisted on tying me up so I can't move a muscle even during practice, you big bad wolf," Lin Ruohan said to Ling Chen, puffing out her cheeks. "Qingxin Pavilion? Is that Fairy Lingbo's Qingxin Pavilion?" Zi Tong, standing nearby, asked curiously when she heard Lin Ruohan mention Qingxin Pavilion. That place was known as the ultimate realm of bondage. "Sister Zi Tong knows about it too? Aren't you surprised?" Lin Ruohan asked with a smile. "I told you it would shock you. To be honest, not only did we go to Qingxin Pavilion, but we also tied up Sister Feixing." What? Zi Tong thought in astonishment at Lin Ruohan's words. She knew that Qingxin Pavilion was not a place one could easily enter, let alone the pavilion master, Feixing, who rarely saw outsiders. "Alright, stop talking and just accept your bondage," Ling Chen said, seemingly deliberately interrupting their conversation. "I'm going to tie you up so completely that you won't be able to move an inch." Ling Chen tightly grasped Lin Ruohan's delicate hands and whispered into her ear, blowing gently. Without regard for what Lin Ruohan and Zi Tong thought, Ling Chen forcefully brought Lin Ruohan's ten slender jade fingers together in pairs and securely tied them with the Immortal Binding Rope. The thumbs, in particular, were densely wrapped from fingertip to bone. The ropes binding the two thumbs were then brought together, pulled up forcefully, passed through a small loop pre-arranged behind her neck, and then pulled down and tightened at her wrists, thus hoisting both thumbs high behind her back. The remaining eight fingers were also tied together, index finger to index finger, middle finger to middle finger, using the Immortal Binding Rope. In this way, Lin Ruohan's pair of jade hands, with all ten delicate fingers, were securely bound together. After binding Lin Ruohan's two soft and beautiful jade palms, Ling Chen then wrapped and tightened the rope around her wrists, completely immobilizing her fingers. "Next are your toes, they'll be tied up tightly too," Ling Chen said to Lin Ruohan, slowly removing her shoes as he spoke. Lin Ruohan's small feet were then held in Ling Chen's hands, and after he slid them around a few times, Lin Ruohan burst into laughter. "Heh... you... you... don't..." Lin Ruohan said, her small feet now held in Ling Chen's hands. She wiggled them, but Ling Chen grabbed them firmly. "I will," Ling Chen said, his eyes fixed on the beautiful small feet writhing helplessly in his hands. Her toes stretched and contracted the stockings, and Lin Ruohan's feet were as beautiful as her face. Ling Chen admired Lin Ruohan's exquisitely beautiful jade feet. Lin Ruohan's jade feet, encased in white stockings, had a hazy allure yet were clearly visible. Both small feet were slender and beautiful, with sharply protruding, sexy ankle bones. Her heels were slender, and her delicate feet were fair and delicate. Beneath the tender skin of her insteps, a few faint blue veins were visible, appearing almost transparent. Her arched feet were exquisite, with slender, fair, and tender toes that were slightly curled, their joints forming beautiful curves. The tips of her toes were delicate and charming, with the second toe being slightly longer than the big toe. Her toenails were crystal clear. When her feet were flipped over, the edges of her soles were pink, and her tender, white soles were slightly concave inwards, making them truly perfect. Ling Chen smirked and tickled Lin Ruohan's small feet forcefully, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. He then lifted her bound legs high, with the soles of her feet facing upwards, and tightly wrapped the Immortal Binding Rope around the lower part of her rounded ankle bones, binding her slender ankles once more. He then drew out the rope ends, dividing them into two strands to bind the front and back of Lin Ruohan's feet, tying her two delicate and exquisite feet together tightly before securing them with a knot in her tender soles. Afterward, Ling Chen tightly bound Lin Ruohan's pair of beautiful big toes with the Immortal Binding Rope. Starting with her left foot, he securely tied her big toe to her second toe, then forcefully bound the second toe to the third, and so on, tightly binding every adjacent pair of toes until he reached the little toe. He did the same for her right foot, the Immortal Binding Rope snugly binding the joints of each of her toes, sinking deeply into the soft flesh. The natural curl of Lin Ruohan's ten delicate toes was straightened and bound together, making them impossible to separate. Then, Ling Chen inserted one end of the Immortal Binding Rope into the gap beneath the heels of her two tightly bound big toes, tying it off with the existing toe bindings. The other end was used to bind her feet extremely tightly, causing the Immortal Binding Rope to dig deeply into the tender skin of her soles and toes. Her originally fair and jade-like soles

In one of the rooms, much like Ling Chen's villa, two stunning beauties were tightly bound to the bed. Before them stood another peerless beauty, no less captivating than they. Her dark crimson eyes held an unfathomable mystery. Her willow-like eyebrows, framed by a sweet smile that seemed to emanate from her very being, were captivating. Her delicate nose, and her cherry-like lips, as thin and light as wings, danced with a smile on her flawless face. She was a vision of allure, her fair skin flushed with a faint blush, as soft and delicate as a baby's. Her ink-black, silken hair cascaded freely to her waist, accentuating her slender, delicate frame. She exuded an ethereal beauty, like a painting come to life. Clad in a black, low-cut, high-slit mini-dress adorned with gold embroidery, black silk gloves, and golden-strapped stockings with high heels, she was a picture of seduction. A crescent-shaped, dark red crystal, intricately carved with ancient, mysterious patterns, rested on her chest, adding to her captivating charm. This was Bing Yu, who had once been captured by Ling Chen but managed to escape. Facing her were Qing Xin and Ao Xue, now in Bing Yu's grasp. Qing Xin, with her long black ponytail, appeared to be around twenty-two. Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, long lashes, and large, alluring, half-closed black eyes, coupled with her high-bridged nose and sensual, moist red lips, and her fair, slender neck, all contributed to her captivating figure. Qing Xin was still clad in the same black, low-cut, backless lace corset that Bing Yu had forced upon her. It tightly hugged her proud, high breasts, the semi-transparent lace revealing the firm, erect tips beneath. Her smooth, alluring abdomen, with its exposed navel and incredibly slender waist, gave way to a low-slung, high-slit black skirt that revealed the upper curve of her perky buttocks, her snow-white thighs, and black fishnet stockings that reached her thighs. Alas, the tables had turned, and she was now the one bound. Her eyes were slightly open, yet vacant, suggesting that Bing Yu had not been lenient with her, beyond the days of confinement. After all, Qing Xin had subjected Bing Yu to such torment before. She was still firmly bound by Bing Yu's Feather Spirit Ropes. The ropes were wound around her arms seven or eight times, extending to her wrists. Her forearms were twisted upwards, her hands bound tightly at the wrists. The ropes then passed through a loop around her neck, pulling her arms upwards until they nearly touched the back of her head. Qing Xin's arms were twisted behind her back and pulled up as far as they could go. The Feather Spirit Ropes were crisscrossed and tightened at her wrists. The ropes then descended to wrap around her forearms before ascending to her upper arms, returning to her wrists. After repeating this process a dozen times, the ropes were tightened further, pulling her arms together, making her wrists press against each other, unable to move outwards even a fraction. This was not enough. A second Feather Spirit Rope was knotted at Qing Xin's wrists. It wrapped around her chest from the left, returning to her wrists from the right. Then, it passed under her breasts from the right, returning to her wrists from the left. This process was repeated four times, progressively pressing her firm breasts into an even more pronounced state, while simultaneously securing her arms more tightly to her body, making movement even more difficult. A third Feather Spirit Rope was looped from Qing Xin's left shoulder to her chest, passing down through the four ropes above her breasts and knotted. It then descended through her cleavage, tightening and knotting at the four ropes below her breasts. It then ascended through the knot above her breasts, returning to her wrists from her right shoulder, binding her body with extreme tightness. Qing Xin's legs were not spared. They were bound together. The Feather Spirit Ropes began at her ankles, wound around several times, then passed between her legs, tightened, and knotted at her ankles. The ropes then ascended to her calves, above and below her knees, and her thighs, binding them in the same manner as her ankles, passing between her legs and knotting. Simultaneously, the Feather Spirit Ropes on Qing Xin's thighs were threaded upwards through the central knot below her breasts, then pulled down through the knot between her thighs, forcing her body forward. Her breasts were pressed tightly against her thighs, and the ropes were knotted and tightened between her legs. Qing Xin's nape was also tightly bound by the Feather Spirit Ropes, which then wrapped around her knees several times, secured at her wrists, forcing her head to rest against her calves, rendering her immobile. Qing Xin's fingers and toes were also securely bound together by the Feather Spirit Ropes, leaving her with absolutely no possibility of freeing herself. Bound before Qing Xin was Ao Xue, the female thief who had inadvertently fallen into Bing Yu's trap and was brought back by her. Her long, crescent-shaped eyelashes framed her bright, clear eyes, which sparkled with an enchanting light, breathtakingly beautiful. Her raven-black hair, like clouds and waterfalls, cascaded down her back, flowing freely and elegantly. Her figure was graceful and tall, exuding an alluring charm. She wore a white, form-fitting, lace mini-dress. A jeweled necklace adorned her slender, fair neck, complementing her pale skin. Below her delicate, sensual waist, her perky, alluring hips were encased in a tight mini-skirt. Her semi-transparent, lace-trimmed white stockings added to her seductive allure. After bringing Ao Xue back, Bing Yu had released her from the Immortal Binding Ropes and replaced them with her own Feather Spirit Ropes. Ao Xue's arms were twisted behind her back, her wrists crossed. A Feather Spirit Rope was placed around her fair neck, its ends brought forward, then pulled taut under her armpits and back to the center, where two tight knots were tied. The rope then split, binding Ao Xue's arms, firmly securing her to her back. Her hands were twisted behind her and bound tightly, even her fingers bound together, palms facing each other. Her wrists were pulled up towards her neck, her upper arms pressed together and tightly wound, with the Feather Spirit Rope leading from her wrists upwards and around her neck, tightening. Ao Xue's chest was also tightly bound by the Feather Spirit Ropes. Several thin ropes snaked around her full breasts, cinching them together in a figure-eight pattern. Her abdomen was bound in a tight, net-like pattern, wrapping around to enclose her upper arms and bent elbows behind her back. Two ropes were then threaded between her buttocks, pulled taut, and tied at her wrists. Simultaneously, the ropes tightened at the base of Ao Xue's breasts, causing them to swell, and then cinched at her slender waist. Her beautiful legs were bound from the ankles upwards in groups of five Feather Spirit Ropes, all the way to her thighs, leaving her long legs unevenly constricted. Her shoes had long been removed. Her big toes were bound together, with two ropes tightened longitudinally between them. Her calves were bent behind her head and tied to her ankles, forming a classic "four-horse chariot" restraint.

"You're so right, Sister Youchan. I can do whatever I want," Bingyu said, twisting her grip on Youchan's breast again. She then grabbed Youchan's nipple and gave it a sharp tug, eliciting another loud moan from Youchan. "Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah... Ugh... Ah..." "Sister Youchan, you always used to tie me up and torment me. You never thought you'd end up in my hands, did you?" Bingyu said, playing with Youchan's breast. "Even a queen has her moments of being played with." "Sister Bingyu is right. Actually, I was prepared from the start. It's just that after all this time, only Sister Bingyu has succeeded. I truly have to admire you," Youchan said with a smile. "Is that so? What Sister says is very pleasing to my ears," Bingyu replied with a smile. "It's wonderful that you feel that way," Youchan said, smiling. "Now that I'm in your hands, Sister, you can do whatever you want with me. However..." "However what?" Bingyu asked with a smile. "You must be careful not to let me slip away," Youchan said with a smile. "If I do, I won't be so gentle with you." "Sister Youchan, you dare to threaten me?" Bingyu said, looking at the noble queen before her. "It seems I need to teach you a good lesson." As she spoke, Bingyu reached under her pillow and pulled out two silver objects, flashing them before Youchan's eyes. "Are those... nipple rings?" Youchan said, looking at the objects in Bingyu's hand. "You like these things too?" "Hehe, didn't expect that, did you?" Bingyu said. "Sister used these little toys on me quite a bit back then." "Sister Bingyu, why are you... why are you holding such a grudge? I've already forgotten," Youchan asked playfully. "Sister Youchan, you bullied me so badly back then, and now you've forgotten. You deserve to be punished," Bingyu said, tearing open Youchan's lace bra. Youchan's full, fair breasts and firm, glistening nipples were revealed. Bingyu smiled and said, "Sister Youchan, I think these nipple rings would look much better on you." With that, she pinched Youchan's right nipple and quickly threaded the ring through. Youchan felt a piercing cold spread from her nipple throughout her chest, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Ah!..." Before she could close her mouth, the other nipple ring was threaded through her left nipple, and the same sensation swept through Youchan's entire body. "And Sister Youchan's little mouth needs to be gagged too," Bingyu said, smiling at Youchan. She then picked up several pairs of stockings, parted Youchan's red lips, and stuffed one of them into her mouth. "Mmmph mmmph...!!" Youchan protested indignantly. "Another one~" Bingyu ignored Youchan's protests and stuffed another stocking in, making Youchan's mouth bulge. "And another one~" A third stocking was then stuffed into Youchan's open lips, stretching her mouth into an O shape. Bingyu forcefully poked the stocking deep into Youchan's mouth with her finger. Then, she tied the last two stockings together, rolled them into a large ball, and shoved it into Youchan's already saturated mouth. "Mmmph mmmph?! Mmmph!!!" Youchan shook her head helplessly, but Bingyu pried her mouth open and forcefully shoved the last large ball of stockings into it, stretching her cheeks completely and leaving her mouth wide open. Bingyu then used the last stocking to tie around Youchan's full mouth and knot it behind her head. Youchan only struggled a little during the entire process, which did not hinder Bingyu's actions at all. Afterward, Bingyu smiled and roughly pushed Youchan onto the bed. She then leaned over Youchan and began to caress the beautiful queen's body wantonly, pinching her here and there, and occasionally slapping her firm buttocks, causing Youchan to let out soft moans from time to time. After playing with Youchan's body for a while, Bingyu smiled and brought her face close to Youchan's. "Sister Youchan, I wonder if you're ticklish?" Bingyu recalled how she had been caught and tickled by this queen before, a sensation that was hard to describe. Now that the queen was bound before her, she naturally had to let her experience the same stimulation. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph....." Youchan let out a couple of helpless cries. Although she had tormented countless people, she happened to be extremely sensitive herself. "Sister Youchan, if you don't say, then I'll just have to try." As Bingyu spoke, she grabbed Youchan's exquisitely beautiful, black