In the beginning, I refused to take the schoolgirl as my slave.

"Jiang Yun, be my master, won't you? I'm willing to be your little slave and accept your discipline!" Looking at Lin Ruoxuan, the campus belle before him, Jiang Yun's mind went completely blank. What's going on? This scene in front of him felt a bit familiar, yet somehow different. Seeing Jiang Yun's stunned expression, Lin Ruoxuan was inwardly delighted: "Gotcha, that's the effect I wanted. Posting this video online will definitely get me more followers, hehe..." At this moment, Jiang Yun suddenly remembered a scene from his memory. It was when he was a freshman, and the campus belle Lin Ruoxuan had publicly confessed to him. However, the situation wasn't like this back then. Lin Ruoxuan had only asked him to be her boyfriend. Why had it changed to being her master now? But it didn't matter. Although Jiang Yun didn't know why he had returned to his freshman year, he knew this was a prank. As Jiang Yun thought, he subtly glanced around. Although he couldn't see anything unusual, he knew that somewhere hidden, Lin Ruoxuan had set up a camera and was filming everything. Just then, Jiang Yun suddenly noticed a few lines of text floating in the air before his eyes and blurted out, "Holy shit, what the hell is this?" Lin Ruoxuan was pretending to be shy and expectant. Hearing Jiang Yun's voice, her whole body trembled. Had he already discovered the camera she had hidden? No way, no way. As a somewhat famous internet celebrity, Lin Ruoxuan had been eyeing Jiang Yun for days. After all, Jiang Yun was good-looking and seemed honest and easy to fool. Had it all gone wrong like this? Was her wish to gain followers dashed? Seeing Lin Ruoxuan's bewildered look, with a hint of distress in her eyes, Jiang Yun knew that only he could see the floating text. "Conquest System bound." "Campus Belle's Submission Event triggered... Host, please choose carefully:" This... a system? A ripple of excitement spread through Jiang Yun's heart. He had been reborn, returned to his freshman year, and brought a system with him. Wasn't this the rhythm of marrying a beautiful woman, becoming a CEO, and reaching the pinnacle of life?

As Zhao Yingying approached the large bed, Jiang Yun directly unfurled a bundle of hemp rope, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at her. Zhao Yingying trembled, naturally knowing what Jiang Yun was waiting for. With trembling hands, she slowly shed her clothes. Her graceful body was gradually exposed to the air, presented perfectly before Jiang Yun. Her 88-centimeter bust was already quite shapely, with curves in all the right places, a perky posterior, and a beautiful silhouette, free of any noticeable flab. Jiang Yun's eyes began to redden, an irrepressible desire surging within him, churning and boiling, coursing through his entire body. With a soft moan, Zhao Yingying obediently turned around, placing her hands behind her back. Without hesitation, Jiang Yun grabbed the hemp rope and tightly bound her wrists together with two loops. He then passed the rope between them, tightening and securing it, forming a tight figure-eight knot that held her wrists together, leaving no gap between them, unable to separate even an inch. "Mmm... Ah... Young Master Jiang, it's so tight... Oh..." Zhao Yingying let out two seductive moans, murmuring, clearly becoming more excited. Jiang Yun didn't pause, continuing upwards with the rope, wrapping and binding. Remembering Zhao Yingying's preference for strict restraint, he was unapologetic. The hemp rope dug into Zhao Yingying's tender skin, the distance between the strands incredibly small, almost negligible. One figure-eight knot after another ascended, using two full lengths of rope before reaching the base of Zhao Yingying's arms. By now, her arms were covered in a dense network of hemp rope, her delicate skin almost completely hidden. "Mmm... Ah... Young Master Jiang... Oh..." Zhao Yingying was clearly teetering on the edge of ecstasy, struggling and lingering, her eyes brimming with surging desire and a peculiar pleasure that was about to erupt from her sockets. Her earlobes were flushed crimson, her entire body burning hot. Beneath her, her honeyed snow began to secrete and flow uncontrollably, threatening to spill over. Looking at the dense ropework, Jiang Yun felt his own hardness swell even more. He unfurled new lengths of rope and began to wrap them around Zhao Yingying's ample breasts and slender waist, binding her arms and body tightly together. To achieve a thorough level of restraint, Jiang Yun doubled the amount of rope in every area. In the end, Zhao Yingying's entire upper body was covered in a dense web of rope, binding her so tightly that she was completely immobilized, with no room or space to struggle or writhe. The intense sensation of being tightly bound made Zhao Yingying tremble. Standing by the large bed, she writhed continuously, emitting soft, alluring moans from the depths of her throat. Her entire body was burning, as if she would ignite into a raging inferno at any moment, consuming her body and soul. Jiang Yun smoothly pushed her, sending Zhao Yingying onto the large bed. He then tightly bound one of her ankles with the hemp rope. "Mmm... Ah... Young Master Jiang, tie it tighter, oh..." Zhao Yingying was clearly losing the ability to think, her primal desires overriding her reason. She murmured. Jiang Yun pulled the rope, bending Zhao Yingying's leg, her calf pressed tightly against her thigh. He wrapped the rope around it relentlessly, circle after circle, quickly binding her leg so tightly that it was immobile, as if she had lost her lower leg, only her knee remaining visible. Next, Jiang Yun used the rope to do the same to Zhao Yingying's other leg, binding her two slender legs into a standard M-shaped spread, her legs parted wide as she lay in the middle of the bed, writhing and moaning. Her tender cleavage was perfectly presented to Jiang Yun, now thoroughly slick. Crystal clear fluids flowed freely from her honeyed snow, even leaving damp stains on the sheets beneath her, which, under the lamplight, exuded an aura of boundless debauchery. "Mmm... Young Master Jiang... Oh..." Zhao Yingying murmured, letting out soft, seductive moans, a unique, enchanting rhythm that, to Jiang Yun's ears, was the clarion call to attack. He could no longer restrain himself and lunged forward, pressing Zhao Yingying beneath him. His hard, iron-like cock plunged deep, entering fully into Zhao Yingying's honeyed snow, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her throat. Her crystal clear fluids surged like a breached dam, flowing wantonly along their joined bodies. Without hesitation, Jiang Yun began to thrust his hips, his rhythm quick. He had no intention of a slow build-up and immediately went full throttle, his thick cock pumping in and out of Zhao Yingying's body like a jackhammer. "Mmm... Ah... Oh..." Zhao Yingying's moans continued as she writhed beneath Jiang Yun. However, with her entire body completely bound by the dense rope, she was utterly powerless to resist, forced to endure the relentless assault of his thick cock, each thrust hitting its mark, driving deep into the core of her honeyed snow, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through her body, propelling her towards the peak of ecstasy.

Just as her desire and pleasure surged to their peak, on the verge of exploding in ultimate ecstasy, Jiang Yun released his hands. Instantly, Qin Wenjing gasped for air, breathing deeply and forcefully. Though filtered through layers of silk scarves, the air was thin, but to Qin Wenjing, it was like a life-saving elixir, making the air seem incredibly sweet. As her breathing recovered, the intense sensation of suffocation weakened considerably. The pent-up desire and pleasure, so close to erupting, slowly subsided and began to recede. This made Qin Wenjing writhe in dissatisfaction, as if trying to hold onto it. But now, bound tightly by hemp ropes, she had no control over her body, only managing to let out two unwilling moans from the depths of her throat. Jiang Yun chuckled, stepped aside, and gently laid Qin Wenjing down on the middle of the large bed. He picked up new hemp ropes, lifted her long skirt, and began to wrap and bind her legs. The hemp rope was tied twice around one ankle, then Qin Wenjing's slender leg was folded, the lower leg pressed tightly against the back of the thigh. Strand after strand was bound and secured fiercely, quickly rendering Qin Wenjing's leg immobile. Next, Jiang Yun took new hemp ropes and treated her other leg in the same manner, binding her two long legs into a standard M-spread position. Each leg was bent, the lower leg pressed tightly against the back of the thigh, unable to separate even a fraction. Her long skirt had already been lifted to Qin Wenjing's slender waist, her mysterious cleft completely exposed to the air, presented before Jiang Yun. The sparse foliage exuded an endless mystery. Her tender honeyed petals were "sizzling" with crystalline bodily fluids, leaving her nether regions slick and wet, like a mountain stream shimmering with an endless, decadent sheen, exuding an irresistible allure. Below her honeyed petals, the white and tender folds of her anus held an indescribable cuteness, making Jiang Yun's gaze slightly hazy, his eyes filled with an endless desire, tinged with red. "Mmm… mmm…" Muffled moans, melodious and seductive, emanated from the layers of silk scarves, carrying a unique enchantment. This further intensified the swelling hardness between Jiang Yun's legs, which was about to explode. Unable to suppress the stirring within his heart any longer, he fiercely lunged forward, pressing Qin Wenjing beneath him. His hardness, like iron, pierced Qin Wenjing's tender honeyed petals with the force of cleaving the void. Qin Wenjing's entire body trembled, feeling as if she were being forcefully stretched and filled. The intense swelling and fullness made her emit a long, satisfied moan from the depths of her throat. Her entire body writhed with effort, trembling and meeting Jiang Yun's movements. Jiang Yun, full of vigor, began to thrust his hips, making Qin Wenjing struggle and tremble beneath his assault. The desire and pleasure that had just subsided within her instantly surged and boiled, once again rushing towards the peak of pleasure. The night grew deeper, and Jiang Yun's battle had just begun. He was like a valiant knight, galloping freely across a vast grassland, wantonly expending his youth and strength, seemingly never to stop. Qin Wenjing's body was tightly bound by hemp ropes. Her delicate head, wrapped in layers of silk scarves, offered no chance or space for resistance. She couldn't even maintain smooth breathing, only able to reach climax again and again under Jiang Yun's assault. Her tender honeyed petals, after two consecutive orgasms, were already slightly red and swollen, losing the strength to continue. Yet Jiang Yun did not stop. He changed tracks and embarked on his journey once more. Her tender rear, compared to her honeyed petals, was even tighter, bringing Jiang Yun and Qin Wenjing an even more extreme satisfaction and a tingling pleasure, allowing them to explore the ultimate primal desires and the peak of pleasure together. Only after Qin Wenjing climaxed twice more in quick succession did Jiang Yun relax his body. Deep within Qin Wenjing's intestines, he forcefully ejaculated a thick essence. The scorching essence shot directly into the depths of Qin Wenjing's tender intestines, causing her entire body to convulse and twitch beneath Jiang Yun. Her body had already gone limp, like a puddle of mud, lying in the middle of the bed, too tired to even move a finger. She quietly savored the afterglow of the ultimate climax. The area between her delicate buttocks was already a mess, filled with a mixture of crystalline bodily fluids and white liquid, shimmering with an extreme decadent luster under the lamplight, looking so exquisitely beautiful and alluring. Jiang Yun felt refreshed and invigorated, yet also a wave of fatigue washed over him. He lay down beside Qin Wenjing, embraced her graceful body, and slowly drifted into dreamland. At this moment, Qin Wenjing's submissiveness had reached its maximum of 100 points and would no longer decrease. Waking up the next morning, Jiang Yun felt a sense of disorientation. These past few days, he had woken up in different places almost every day, giving him a slight illusion of panic. But as he looked around, a faint smile played on his lips. This was his house, his home. Qin Wenjing in his arms stirred with a soft moan. Her delicate head was still wrapped in layers of silk scarves, causing her to let out two muffled moans. Jiang Yun quickly untied them. As the layers of silk scarves were slowly unwrapped and removed, Qin Wenjing's delicate face gradually reappeared. When the knotted scarf was finally untied, Qin Wenjing let out a soft sigh of relief. Ignoring the faint traces of saliva at the corner of her mouth, she smiled charmingly and said, "Master, good morning. Your little slave greets you!"

The intense feeling of being bound and restricted made Cheng Xiyao's breathing quicken slightly. Her entire body trembled, and soft, alluring moans echoed through the room. Her large breasts appeared even more prominent, seemingly about to burst through the confines of the thin latex, as if eager to escape. They swayed gently, and her tender nipples, engorged and erect, stood proudly at the center of her ample bosom. On the surface of the thin black latex, they formed two sexy, enticing peaks, making her look exquisitely alluring and decadently sensual. After the drawstring was pulled tight and securely knotted, Jiang Yun picked up a black leather restraint glove and, stretching it open, began to slip it onto Cheng Xiyao's hands. Cheng Xiyao's delicate face flushed, and she willingly brought her hands behind her back, cooperating with Jiang Yun's movements as she slid them into the glove. Their coordination was seamless. One person held the glove open and pulled it upwards, while the other pressed their arms together and pushed them in. Soon, the glove enveloped Cheng Xiyao's arms up to the base of her shoulders. Jiang Yun then took the leather straps attached to the top of the glove, crossed them over Cheng Xiyao's shoulders, and brought them back under her armpits, fastening them tightly. This secured the glove around Cheng Xiyao's arms, preventing it from slipping down. Next, Jiang Yun began to pull the drawstrings one by one. The glove slowly tightened towards the center, binding Cheng Xiyao's arms together in a firm embrace. "Mmm… ah… so tight… oh… Master…" As the drawstrings were gradually cinched, the space inside the glove diminished, pressing Cheng Xiyao's arms together with immense force. This caused her to arch her back and chest, her large breasts swaying incessantly. Finally, the glove closed, becoming a single unit that tightly bound Cheng Xiyao's hands and arms behind her back. Her entire body trembled slightly, and seductive moans emanated from deep within her throat. Below her elbows, her arms were pressed together with no space in between. Even above her elbows, the glove held them so tightly that she couldn't even fit her own small finger into the gap. The intense sensation of being bound and restricted made Cheng Xiyao tremble uncontrollably. Her entire body surged with excitement, her eyes alight with a potent mix of desire and a unique pleasure that threatened to spill over. The drawstrings were knotted securely behind Cheng Xiyao's arms. Jiang Yun then tightened and fastened the leather straps located at the base of her arms, above her elbows, midway down her forearms, and at her wrists, reinforcing the restraint and leaving Cheng Xiyao no chance of escaping the glove. "Mmm… Master… so tight… so stimulating, oh… much tighter than when I bind myself…" Cheng Xiyao murmured. "Heh heh… you bind yourself sometimes?" Jiang Yun chuckled. "Mmm… occasionally, to relieve stress!" Cheng Xiyao's delicate face was flushed with an endless blush. "It's just that every time I do it, I can't tie it too tight, for fear I won't be able to untie it myself…" "That's true, playing alone is too dangerous!" Jiang Yun picked up several leather straps and tightly bound them around Cheng Xiyao's ample breasts, both above and below, as well as around her slender waist, securing her arms and body together without leaving any gaps. "Yes, but now that I have Master, I don't have to worry anymore, hee hee… I can fully enjoy the tightest restraints!" Cheng Xiyao moaned as she felt the leather straps tightening relentlessly, as if digging into her tender flesh. At this moment, Cheng Xiyao's entire upper body had become one, with no room for movement. The strict confinement made her entire body feel fiery, as if she would ignite into a raging inferno at any second, consuming her body and soul. Between her legs, clear fluids flowed freely down her cleavage, only to be stopped by a thin layer of latex, preventing them from being seen from the outside. Seeing the black hood draped around Cheng Xiyao's neck, Jiang Yun's mind stirred. He reached out to adjust it and, upon stretching it open, discovered that inside the hood were two long soft tubes and a soft gag. The gag seemed to be shaped to fit the inside of her mouth, its red color looking incredibly enticing. Jiang Yun stretched open the latex hood and first inserted the soft gag into Cheng Xiyao's mouth. Cheng Xiyao cooperated, opening her mouth wide and slowly taking the gag in, biting down on it. The soft gag filled her mouth, tightly enclosing her teeth and nimble tongue, while the rest of it forcefully expanded and filled all available space. "Mmm… mmm…" Cheng Xiyao's mouth was completely sealed by the gag, her tongue even pushed into a tight crevice, as if she were wearing a soft rubber sheath. The unique, strange sensation of invasion and fullness caused her to emit two muffled moans from deep within her throat, her entire body trembling with excitement. Jiang Yun then slowly inserted the two long soft tubes into Cheng Xiyao's nostrils, pushing them gradually inwards.

The black leather restraints gleamed with an exquisite, decadent sheen under the light, folding one of Cheng Xiyao's jade legs backward. Her calf pressed tightly against her thigh, the restraint slowly sliding up from her knee to the very root of her thigh. Jiang Yun, without pause, began to slowly tighten the hemp rope on the restraint. The leather immediately began to close in, compressing the space for Cheng Xiyao's leg. One jade leg was completely folded, pressed as tightly as possible against the other, the gap between them shrinking until it finally disappeared entirely, leaving no room for separation. A thin layer of leather clung to Cheng Xiyao's leg without a single wrinkle or gap, completely encasing and binding it. It looked as if her lower leg had vanished, exuding a peculiar, almost amputated beauty that further excited Jiang Yun. Cheng Xiyao's entire body writhed slightly on the large bed. The increasingly intense sensation of being bound and restrained transformed into surging desire and a unique pleasure that raged and fermented within her. Jiang Yun took another identical leather restraint and treated Cheng Xiyao's other jade leg in the same manner, binding both legs tightly and separately, positioning her in an M-shaped spread-eagle. At this moment, both of Cheng Xiyao's jade legs appeared to have lost their lower halves, only extending to the knees, their length halved. This incomplete, yet strangely beautiful, sight made Jiang Yun's blood surge, his entire body burning with a heat that seemed to rush towards his lower body. Looking at Cheng Xiyao, securely bound on the bed, an infinite ripple of emotion spread through Jiang Yun's heart. Cheng Xiyao, meanwhile, was clearly lost in a haze of desire, struggling and wavering. Between her thighs, crystalline fluids flooded out like a breached dam, soaking her plump peach buttocks until they were slick, as if submerged in her own arousal. *Hiss...* This kind of tight restraint is truly potent. Even without seeing Cheng Xiyao's expression, the mere sight of her tender body completely encased and bound was incredibly stimulating, causing Jiang Yun's erection to swell to the point of bursting. Gazing at the decadent and stimulating scene on the bed, Jiang Yun's eyes darted, an idea immediately forming. A subtle smile played on his lips as he chuckled, "Heh heh. You like being tightly restrained, don't you? Then I'll make it even tighter for you." Jiang Yun dragged Cheng Xiyao's graceful body to the edge of the bed, then pulled the pink quilt from beneath her, wrapping it tightly around her. "Mmm... mmm..." From within the thin black latex, Cheng Xiyao let out soft, alluring moans from the depths of her throat. Her mind was almost blank. *Ah... How did he know what I like... Oh... It's like we're telepathic, so exciting, so thrilling.* Cheng Xiyao longed to embrace Jiang Yun and kiss him passionately, to express the surging love in her heart. But alas, she was now like a lifeless latex doll, utterly incapable of independent action. The only thing she could do was continue to moan. The pink quilt wrapped around Cheng Xiyao's tender body, layer by layer, binding her tightly. Soon, she was rolled into a cylindrical shape. Cheng Xiyao had completely vanished, and even her soft, alluring moans became muffled, blocked by the thick quilt, barely audible, as if they might disappear at any moment. Cheng Xiyao felt as if she had fallen into a completely sealed, warm space. In this space, time ceased to exist; there was only endless instinctual desire, tight restraint, and boundless darkness and warmth. This made her entire body burn even hotter. Between her thighs, the crystalline fluids had already overflowed like a flooded river, almost submerging her entire body. The boundless ocean of desire stretched endlessly. Cheng Xiyao became a small boat, drifting and wandering. Desire was like waves, cresting one after another, surging towards her, threatening to drown her at any moment, pulling her deeper and deeper, making her unable to extricate herself. Jiang Yun tightened the pink quilt fiercely, then unfurled a bundle of hemp rope, winding it tightly around the quilt in successive layers. The ropes dug deep into the fabric, compressing Cheng Xiyao's space to the absolute limit. In the end, apart from slight wiggles and muffled moans, Cheng Xiyao couldn't even struggle. Such tight restraint and confinement, however, brought Cheng Xiyao a sense of peace and security, as if she were sinking into a warm embrace, surrendering herself completely.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Yun conjured a set of black leather restraints onto the bed. "No rush, a good little bitch should act like a little bitch. Come, let this master dress you up properly." "Mmm... ah..." Xie Yurou was clearly teetering on the edge of ecstasy, struggling and wavering. Her body felt like it was on fire, about to be consumed by a raging inferno that would burn her body and soul to ashes. Jiang Yun picked up a small leather restraint. He folded one of Xie Yurou's arms upwards, pressing her forearm tightly against her upper arm. He then stretched open the restraint and slipped it over her elbow. Xie Yurou whimpered, cooperating with Jiang Yun's movements, allowing the leather restraint to completely envelop her arm, sliding up to her armpit. Jiang Yun adjusted the restraint and began to slowly tighten the drawstring on the side. As the drawstring was pulled taut, the restraint visibly closed, leaving no gap. It completely encased and bound Xie Yurou's folded arm, making it appear as if her forearm had vanished, leaving only her elbow visible. This created a unique, beautiful sense of incompleteness. Thick padding was placed inside the restraint at the elbow to protect her joint. The intense feeling of being bound and restricted brought a flush to Xie Yurou's delicate face, and seductive moans echoed from her throat, reverberating through the room and making Jiang Yun's erection throb. He yanked the drawstring tight and tied a knot. Then, he pulled the leather straps at the ends of the restraint taut and fastened them, leaving Xie Yurou no room to escape. Without pause, Jiang Yun took another identical restraint and repeated the process on her other arm. Her arms were now completely bound, her small fists resting on her shoulders with no room to move. "Mmm... ah... Master..." Xie Yurou's eyes were hazy, her voice a soft murmur. Her gaze was filled with an insatiable longing, almost spilling from her eyes. Xie Yurou's hands were tightly bound by the black leather restraints. She trembled slightly as she knelt on the floor, her eyes shining with surging primal desire and a peculiar pleasure that threatened to erupt. Her throat emitted a series of sweet, seductive moans that echoed through the room. A smile played on Jiang Yun's lips as he picked up a black leather corset and wrapped it around Xie Yurou's slender waist. The tight corset pressed against her delicate skin. Jiang Yun moved behind her and began to pull the drawstrings, tightening them fiercely. As the drawstrings were continuously pulled, Xie Yurou's already slender waist visibly caved inwards. Once the corset was fully tightened, her waist became incredibly small, as if it could be easily grasped with a single hand. "Tsk tsk... Little bitch, you're a perfect hourglass now, with your full breasts and plump ass... so sexy, so decadent. This master likes it!" Jiang Yun chuckled, tying the drawstrings tightly at her lower back. "Mmm... ah... Master... Oh... so tight... my waist is going to break... Oh..." Xie Yurou knelt on the floor, panting and murmuring, "Master... this is so stimulating... Ah... whatever Master likes, this little bitch likes too... Oh..." Under the intense restraint, Xie Yurou's face was flushed with passion, almost consumed by primal desire. A blush spread across her delicate features, even her earlobes turned crimson. Her nether lips were slick with a copious amount of glistening fluid, flowing like a flooded river, reflecting a decadent sheen under the light. The air around them was filled with a unique scent, further exciting Jiang Yun. After securing the corset, Jiang Yun pulled Xie Yurou up and had her lean over the edge of the large bed. He took a larger leather restraint and bent one of her slender legs backward, pressing her calf tightly against her thigh. He then slipped the restraint on from her knee upwards. Soon, the black leather restraint tightly encased her folded leg, extending all the way to her thigh. The drawstring on the side was pulled taut, making the restraint cling to her delicate skin and rendering her leg immobile. Her calf and thigh were pressed together with no gap, unable to separate. After binding one leg, Jiang Yun wasted no time and used an identical restraint on Xie Yurou's other leg, repeating the process. Her two slender legs were now completely trapped and bound by the tight leather restraints, leaving no room for movement. With all four limbs now bound and restrained, Xie Yurou appeared to be only half her original size. Jiang Yun chuckled and gently placed her on the floor. She could only support herself on her elbows and knees, trembling slightly like a beautiful little bitch, emitting soft, seductive moans from her throat. Jiang Yun produced a large gag and forcefully shoved it into Xie Yurou's delicate mouth, wedging it firmly between her teeth. This deprived her of the ability to speak, leaving her only able to emit a series of sweet, seductive moans that echoed through the room. Watching the beautiful little bitch tremble and writhe on the floor, Jiang Yun felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and conquest. He chuckled and said, "Little bitch, you're so beautiful. Crawl around for this master to see..."