Legend of the Empire Bound Beauty

"What, you're unwilling? I'm giving you this opportunity because I admire you as a man. Do you know how much it pains me?" the leader said to Guard Yang, a playful smirk on his face. "Guard Yang, listen to the King and tie me up." Long Muxue didn't give Guard Yang time to react. She walked over to him, bending down to pick up the rope at his feet. "Miss... No... I can't..." Guard Yang stammered, but his words were hollow. He made no move to stop Long Muxue as she bent down. "Guard Yang, tie me," Long Muxue said, having already picked up the rope. She smiled and handed it to Guard Yang, then turned around, clasping her hands behind her back. "I... This..." Guard Yang looked at the rope in his hands, all anger gone. Now, he felt only bewilderment. How could he not be moved by such a peerless beauty, a noble princess, day after day? But the vast difference in their status had always prevented him from harboring any impure thoughts. Yet now... "Guard Yang, listen to the King and leave here quickly." Long Muxue brought her clasped hands behind her back closer together. "Miss... Forgive me." Guard Yang finally made up his mind and grabbed Long Muxue's hands. It was exquisite. The princess's skin was so smooth, her hands so tender. Guard Yang was overcome with emotion, unable to control himself. "Tie me up and take everyone away! The King doesn't need you men!" Long Muxue said, her voice deepening. Her mind was entirely on her sister, Long Muyun. They absolutely couldn't be discovered. "Yes!" Hearing "you men," Guard Yang understood Long Muxue's intention to keep Long Muyun's presence hidden from the bandits. "Then hurry up and tie me!" Long Muxue urged again, sounding almost eager to be bound. "Yes," Guard Yang replied. He gripped Long Muxue's hands, pulling them behind her neck, binding them together tightly. As a guard, he had apprehended many female thieves and assassins. Tying up beautiful women was something he was adept at. "You're quite skilled at tying, guard. Do you practice in private?" the leader commented, watching Guard Yang bind Long Muxue. "But that's not all there is to it. You need to tie her upper body too, especially her breasts, or it won't look right." "You despicable..." "Guard Yang," Long Muxue interrupted him, "Do as he says." All she wanted now was to be tied up quickly so her sister could escape. "Yes," Guard Yang said, beginning to bind Long Muxue's heaving breasts. He used the rope from her neck to crisscross her upper body. "You..." Even though she was prepared, Long Muxue still felt a blush creep onto her face as he began to bind her chest. She quickly regained her composure and said, "You've done well." "Yes," Guard Yang replied, not daring to look at Long Muxue's face. He continued binding her, connecting the rope to the one behind her arms, and then pulling the knot tight. "Ah! ...Mm!..." Long Muxue moaned as the rope tightened around her. However, to reassure Guard Yang, she quickly suppressed her cries. "And her legs, tie those up too."

Her hands hung naturally at her sides, her jade-white wrists appearing even more delicate and captivating under the moonlight. Without hesitation, Lin Jingyun's fingertips gently twisted, and the rope began to weave around Xiao Ruoxuan's wrists. It was as soft as silk, coiling around her with a gentle yet firm embrace. Each loop was perfectly placed, neither too tight nor too loose, as if the rope itself was merging with Xiao Ruoxuan's skin, gradually forming an inseparable whole. Starting from her wrists, the rope slowly ascended. Lin Jingyun's technique was as skilled as brocade weaving, the rope circling Xiao Ruoxuan's arms, loop after loop. The delicate sensation caused her body to tremble slightly. With each completed wrap, Xiao Ruoxuan could feel her body gradually coming under the rope's control. A subtle tension quietly arose, and at the same time, a long-forgotten sense of peace spread through her heart. Lin Jingyun's movements were light and agile. The red rope wound around Xiao Ruoxuan's shoulders, then softly slid towards her slender waist, like a nimble snake slithering over her body. As the rope coiled, Xiao Ruoxuan's breathing gradually deepened, and her body involuntarily relaxed. Her inner self felt as if it were being wrapped in layers of rope, all pressure vanishing at that moment, leaving only a quiet and soothing calm. As the rope gradually took shape on her body, Xiao Ruoxuan's hands were tightly bound behind her, yet she felt an unprecedented sense of freedom. Her body leaned forward slightly, the rope at her waist pressing against her skin, creating a delicate friction that drew her thoughts into this world of softness and restraint. Lin Jingyun's fingers lightly adjusted the rope, wrapping the final loop around Xiao Ruoxuan's legs. Her delicate ankles were bound, as if locking her completely into this fleeting moment of beauty. Every knot was meticulously designed by Lin Jingyun, fitting perfectly against Xiao Ruoxuan's body, rendering any struggle futile. The vibrant red of the rope formed a stark contrast with her porcelain-white skin, a beauty that sent shivers down the spine, like plum blossoms in the snow. Xiao Ruoxuan's breathing grew steady, her eyes hazy, as if immersed in an ineffable tranquility and satisfaction. Lin Jingyun leaned beside her, quietly gazing at the peerless beauty before her, securely bound by the long rope. "Ruoxuan, you are truly beautiful," Lin Jingyun murmured softly, pulling her into his embrace. Xiao Ruoxuan didn't respond, only a barely perceptible smile at the corner of her lips betraying her deep inner contentment. Under the moonlight, the red rope was artfully entwined around Xiao Ruoxuan's body, exquisite and elegant. Xiao Ruoxuan verbally urged him to stop, yet her body made no substantial move, allowing Lin Jingyun to bind her. When Lin Jingyun's ropes completely covered her mature form, Xiao Ruoxuan finally knew that she could no longer refuse this man. "Ruoxuan, you are my woman from now on. I will treat you well." Lin Jingyun looked down at the bound beauty beneath him, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. "You scoundrel." Xiao Ruoxuan's body arched slightly, cooperating with his movements, offering no resistance.

The moonlight poured down like water, bathing the room in a silvery glow. In the center of the room stood a classical, intricately carved chair. Its back curved with fluid elegance, and its armrests were adorned with exquisite floral patterns. Seated upon it was a peerless beauty, now bound fast. She wore a gossamer silk gown, its pale pink hem cascading to the floor like flowing water, a stark contrast to her snow-white skin, reminiscent of peach blossoms just beginning to bloom in the mountains. Her ink-black hair, like a waterfall, spilled from her shoulders to her waist, intertwining with the sheen of the silk, exuding a dreamlike beauty. Her delicate features held a soft grace, yet a hint of stubbornness flickered in her furrowed brow. Her eyes, like pools of water, were even more captivating and profound under the moonlight. Her hands were bound to the sides of the chair's back, her wrists securely restrained by delicate ropes. The ropes were slender yet supple, their pure white color standing out vividly against her luminous, jade-like skin. Three loops of rope encircled each wrist, culminating in a simple yet firm knot pressed against her skin, making escape impossible. The ropes extended from her wrists, winding up her slender arms, gradually encircling her shoulders. Each coil of rope was even and tight, the soft threads conforming to her skin, forming elegant arcs. At the shoulders, the ropes were secured in a crisscross pattern, firmly locking her upper body. Her shoulders were pulled slightly back, accentuating the proud swell of her chest. From her shoulders, the ropes descended, winding around her slender waist. Her waist, so slender it could be grasped in a single hand, appeared even more delicate beneath the embrace of the ropes. Three coils encircled her waist, secured at her back with a complex and exquisite knot. Her legs were pressed together, her knees resting against the front of the chair. Ropes began at her ankles, winding upwards with delicate precision. Her ankles were slender and graceful; three loops of rope were tied, firmly securing her feet beside the chair legs. The ropes extended upwards, clinging to her long calves, the even distribution of the bindings making any movement difficult. The ropes at her knees tightened slightly, pressing her knees together. The force of the ropes pulled the hem of her skirt upward, revealing a sliver of skin as white as snow. The ropes finally secured at the base of her thighs, forming a firm knot that completely locked her legs. She was bound tightly to the chair, from wrists to ankles meticulously restrained. Yet, this did not diminish her beauty; instead, it amplified her vulnerability and elegance. Her eyes were cast down, her long lashes fluttering slightly, but no hint of panic was visible. Her fingers twitched subtly, attempting to gauge the tension of the ropes. But every minute movement only tightened the knot at her wrists, making them appear even more slender and alluring. The moonlight, filtering through the windowpanes, cast the shadows of the ropes onto the back of her hands, adding a touch of aesthetic restraint. She was Ning Yuxi, the concubine of Lin Jingyun's father. On her way home with Xiao Ruoxuan, they had been ambushed. She had forced Xiao Ruoxuan to flee quickly, thus avoiding capture with him. After being captured, these people had treated her reasonably well, not causing her undue hardship, but they also did not communicate with her. She had no idea who was behind this. However, today, she had been forcibly brought out and tied here, for reasons unknown. Meanwhile, on the other side, just as Lin Jingyun was preparing to send people out to inquire about his mother's whereabouts, the Second Prince sent a letter.

"Mmm... Ah... My, my body is so hot... I've been poisoned by aphrodisiac..." The Empress's cheeks were flushed crimson. Though her reason remained, her body uncontrollably embraced the man. "Aphrodisiac again." Lin Jingyun grabbed her wrist and channeled his internal energy, his brow furrowing. This was no ordinary aphrodisiac. Lin Jingyun even knew its dangers. Without profound internal energy, even the most harmonious union would be unable to dispel this potent poison. "Your Majesty, I must offend you then." Without another word, Lin Jingyun scooped up the burning Empress and strode towards the dragon bed in the inner chamber, gently laying her down. He climbed onto the dragon bed and pulled the noble, elegant, and stunning Empress into his embrace. "Bastard. Let me go, quickly." The Empress, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, struggled. Held intimately by a strange, strong man, the potent masculine scent made her dizzy. Her full, mature, bound body writhed violently, but to no avail. Her own son had tied her up, only to benefit this outsider, Lin Jingyun. Lin Jingyun felt the soft, fragrant warmth of the woman in his arms constantly pressing against his body. A unique, alluring scent, exclusive to mature women, filled his nostrils. The stimulation from the friction of their mature bodies made him feel lightheaded and incredibly comfortable. But this woman was ungratefully thrashing about. What would happen if she wasn't taught a lesson? With a sharp *slap*, Lin Jingyun's palm landed heavily on the ripe, upturned buttocks of the beauty in his arms. The plump, luscious jade buttocks rippled under the force of the impact. "Ah." The Empress felt a searing pain on her backside. "You. I'll kill you, cough." Before she could finish her words, she lost the strength to speak. Lin Jingyun chuckled, "That's better. If you struggle again, I'll smash your little backside." "You dare?" The Empress glared fiercely at Lin Jingyun. As soon as she spoke, another *slap* echoed. This time, it wasn't just one, but a series of continuous *slaps* that filled the air. "Mmm..."

The biting cold of late winter and early spring was unbearable, a bone-chilling frost blanketing the entire land. As night fell, those weary from a day's labor began their brief rest. In a superior chamber of a small inn near the Celestial Empire, a naked man reclined in a large wooden tub, his powerful arms resting on the rim. He leaned back against the tub's wall, eyes half-closed, savoring the warmth of the water. Not far away, on a grand bed, a peerless beauty lay quietly. She was clad in a gossamer silk gown, its color like mist and smoke, seemingly shrouding her form yet subtly revealing her exquisite curves. Her skin was as white as jade, so delicate it seemed to reflect the moonlight; her face was refined, her brows like distant, shaded mountains, her eyes deep and clear, like a pool of autumn water. Her hair, black as ink, cascaded loosely around her soft pillow, a few strands drifting gently in the faint breeze, adding a touch of wistful melancholy. At this moment, she was bound tightly with ropes that glinted faintly in the candlelight. The ropes began at her neck, gently encircling her slender, jade-like throat, then sliding down her shoulders, caressing her delicate collarbones. They moved down her elegant chest, the soft cords intertwining with her warm, smooth skin, forming intricate patterns. They converged into a net across her breasts, perfectly accentuating her full yet not ostentatious curves. Her arms were bound behind her, elbows drawn up high, tied together. The ropes then wrapped around her graceful waist, connecting to the bonds on her arms, cinching her midsection tightly. From her back, they extended discreetly, gliding elegantly over her hips, binding her shapely, pert buttocks securely, forming an elegant and mysterious design. Her legs, too, had not been spared; every inch of skin was kissed by the delicate ropes. Starting from her ankles, fine cords gently wrapped around each slender joint, securing her nimble feet. The ropes then snaked upwards along her calves, reaching her knees. The firm yet intricate loop around her knees held her legs in a beautiful posture, lending an unexpected strength to her otherwise delicate limbs. Finally, the ropes continued their ascent, tightly embracing her thighs, reaching their roots, bound with exquisite taste. They perfectly showcased her entire silhouette, like a captivating sculpture, exuding an unparalleled beauty and transcendence. This bound woman was, of course, the former number one beauty of the martial world, Shen Xue Rou. Her face was like a hibiscus, stunningly lovely, her cheeks like peaches, her complexion like carved jade. Her smile was enchanting, her eyes bright and expressive. All of this, combined with the ropes binding her, made her a sight of breathtaking beauty. And the man in the wooden tub was, naturally, Lin Jing Yun, who had tossed Shen Xue Rou aside to bathe after she playfully remarked that he smelled. "Damn it, he actually made me go take a bath. Can't he tell I was just being coy?" Shen Xue Rou thought angrily. Lin Jing Yun knew full well, but he also understood that in such a beautiful setting, waiting could also be a form of pleasure. Making Shen Xue Rou anticipate him would only make her satisfaction greater when she finally had him. Unaware of Lin Jing Yun's thoughts, Shen Xue Rou's face flushed with shyness as she gazed at the man not far away. She could no longer resist, pouting her cute, captivating cherry lips and chiding playfully, "Why are you hogging the bathing tub? Hurry up and get out for your师娘 (Shī Niáng - wife of one's master/teacher, often used affectionately for an older woman)." Lin Jing Yun smiled and turned, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, propping his chin. He said softly, "My dear 师娘, just agree to join me for a bath." "Hmph." Shen Xue Rou stuck out her adorable little tongue at Lin Jing Yun, pouting playfully, "I refuse."

"My dear Shiniang, this is truly a perfect moment. Why don't we, husband and wife, consummate our union right here?" Lin Jingyun embraced his Shiniang's waist, pressing his chest against her proud, firm breasts. His hand began to wander restlessly, subtly caressing the swell of her breasts through her clothes and the silk of her dou dou, pushing against the full, elastic peaks. "You scoundrel. N-no, stop. I'm going to get angry." As her nipples were teased and squeezed by her lover's touch, a tingling current shot through Shen Xue Rou's chest, making her entire body feel weak and her skin burn with heat. She tightened her embrace around Lin Jingyun, deliberately arching her back and swaying her hips, fanning the flames of his rising desire. Lin Jingyun swallowed hard, his hands fumbling with her sash, and pulled down her undergarments. "Shiniang, I gave you a choice earlier, and you didn't pick. So I'll have to assume you chose option two, and I'll have to take it by force." With that, Lin Jingyun pulled her closer, using the sash to firmly tie her wrists together. "Hateful, you just bully me..." Shen Xue Rou pouted, but offered no resistance, instead cooperating fully with Lin Jingyun's binding. "Who told Shiniang she likes it? Hehe, I've known for a long time. Every time I tie Shiniang up, she gets more excited, and it lasts longer." Lin Jingyun chuckled. As he spoke, he bound her arms from her wrists to her elbows, then up to her shoulders, leaving her completely immobile. After finishing the binding, Lin Jingyun continued to explore Shen Xue Rou's mature body with one hand, while the other began to undress himself. Their clothes lay in disarray. Shen Xue Rou reclined on the spacious top of the carriage, her long legs held by Lin Jingyun at the ankles. He caressed her legs, rubbing them outside the gates of paradise, then thrusting forcefully. "Ah." Shen Xue Rou couldn't help but glare at Lin Jingyun, whispering, "You're going to get us killed. If *she* hears, how will I ever face anyone again?" Lin Jingyun released her legs and straddled her mature body. Gradually, Shen Xue Rou began to writhe, her movements becoming more fervent. Her hot breath fanned Lin Jingyun's face, igniting his desire to its peak. Lin Jingyun captured her fragrant, cherry-like lips in a kiss, his hands sliding under her arms to grip her shoulders. The exquisite beauty beneath him writhed and swayed, consumed by lust. Her flawless body, flushed with a rosy hue, trembled and quivered. Her beautiful face was flushed with passion, her alluring eyes filled with desire, and she panted, "Mmm... you scoundrel... be gentle..." Hearing the encouragement from the beauty beneath him, Lin Jingyun thrust with all his might. For a time, a storm of passion wracked Shen Xue Rou's delicate body, until they both reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Lin Jingyun lay on top of Shen Xue Rou, savoring her fair skin, her mature body as soft as cotton, boneless and pliant beneath him, a sensation beyond words. After a night of passion, the two dressed and fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, a pair of twins inside the carriage breathed a sigh of relief. Their heads were wrapped in layers of cloth, their delicate hands covering their ears. "Big bad wolf. He actually dared to do this in broad daylight..." The younger sister, Li Ruo Xue, struggled to find words to describe the outrageousness of their actions.