Ms. Brave's plan.

Alice, a Dragonborn with the blood of the Green Dragon flowing through her veins, possessed not only the ability to activate her bloodline to actively enhance her physical attributes but also a naturally occurring Stand, "L'Hôpital's Rule." This Stand's effect was to project different parallel world versions of Alice and the [outcomes] caused by Alice into various parallel universes. During an incident in her youth when Alice rashly used her Stand, the uncontrolled Stand sent her hurtling through multiple parallel worlds. Fortunately, in one of these parallel worlds, Ichiro Yamanaka created an item, the "Taylor Series" (the dragon-shaped charm on her bow), which could suppress Alice's Stand, allowing Alice to remain in that world. However, the young Alice could no longer distinguish her original main world and ultimately chose to stay in that world as her primary one. As she grew, Ichiro Yamanaka also partially lifted the restrictions on the Taylor Series, setting it so that Alice could use some of her Stand's abilities once her "fashion sense" exceeded a certain threshold. Even so, Alice, still unable to fully control her Stand, needed to activate her bloodline and rely on the aid of the Taylor Series to use her Stand without losing control. Fashion sense was a score based on her attire. For example, a buzz-cut, tattooed man in a white tank top, blue jeans, and leather boots had a fashion sense score of 1, while ordinary dresses of various styles scored around 50. Outfits that were off-the-shoulder, low-cut, showed off her armpits or abdomen, or were short, tight, or made of silk earned bonus points. Stockings and high heels added further points, while applying makeup actually deducted points. Alice discovered all this through Ichiro Yamanaka's endless photo shoots and costume changes. Currently, clad in the [Rose] Brave attire, her fashion sense score had reached an all-time high of 80. With the aid of the Taylor Series, amidst the vast expanse of parallel world events, Alice had finally found the parallel world's [outcome] where she had shattered the disc-shaped barrier. "L'Hôpital's Rule!!!!" Alice's golden, pointed pupils snapped open, the golden sheen filling them vanishing. To onlookers, it was but an instant, but she took a step forward, raising her Uranium Sword. At that very moment, the Demon Lord's body, which should have been shielded from everything by the barrier, stiffened. Countless tentacles crawled back up the Demon Lord's body, and the previously calm barrier rippled. Secret Sword—Dimensional Severance. This was Alice using her Stand to pull the [outcome] of her parallel world self using the [Secret Sword—Heart Severance] against the Demon Lord and interfering with the main world's Demon Lord, making the Demon Lord genuinely feel the sensation of her heart being directly cut open. In that instant, the very real feeling of death caused her to instinctively check her condition, creating a momentary lapse in her magical output. (The higher the fashion sense score, the more the [outcomes] pulled through the Stand align with the original parallel world's [outcomes]. A score of 80 would only feel the corresponding real sensation, while a score of 94 would allow for the complete replication of the [outcome], and a score of 95 would allow for the projection of oneself into a parallel world.) "Hah!!!!" Alice raised her Fission Uranium Sword, accelerating the fission of uranium atoms while actively reducing the suppression of the graphite rods. In an instant, the uranium atom fission reached criticality. Wild energy, about to burst from the sword, and overflowing radioactivity swirled around, emitting a dazzling blue light. Just before the explosion, she abruptly brought her arms down, unleashing her sword intent. A sword aura, carrying immense, explosive, and destructive power, as if capable of tearing space apart, descended like a mountain-splitting axe, cleaving the earth and sky in front of her in two. Secret Sword—Mountain Splitter! The sky-piercing azure sword light fell, crushing the entire Demon Lord's army like a ten-thousand-ton club crushing thousands of lesser demons, splitting it in two. Demons touched by the sword light were directly pulverized. Even the starlight in the sky seemed to be parted by the galaxy-like, soaring sword aura. The dispersed particles in the air turned into blue snowflakes, scattering over the Demon Lord's army. The earth in front was precisely split by a deep chasm, like the prime meridian. The Golden Royal Tent was completely torn apart. In the swirling dust, the Demon Lord was nowhere to be seen, but a patch of pitch-black night suddenly spread like a tide. It was as if a dark curtain had fallen over the world. Looking around, there was nothing but the boundless, desolate darkness and the勇者 (Yūsha - Hero) squad. "A Domain?!" Ron, a veteran of many battles, was the first to react to what this iron curtain meant. However, before she could call for everyone to retreat, countless moans and gurgling sounds surged around them like a tide. The air was suddenly filled with a strong, acrid scent. Amidst this chaotic and blush-inducing environment, the Demon Lord's voice, emanating from the darkness, sounded incredibly solemn. Torechia's Demon Lord Authority was not as powerful as Magma's. Her Authority, [Sonnet], worked by chanting poetry to gradually influence reality within a certain range until it completely covered reality. "You shall keep silent, and show fairness in a fair contest." "Ugh!!!" Ron, who had been trying to call out to her companions, found her tongue blocked by a slippery sphere, rendering her unable to speak. But at this moment, she had no time for such trivial matters. She concentrated all her light onto her shield. She couldn't fight within someone else's large-scale domain! "You shall disarm, lest disputes arise." "Gurgle?!" Alice, who had just realized a gag had been placed in her mouth, tried to cut it open with her hand to no avail. Just as she was about to use her Stand's ability to find an outcome in a parallel world where she killed the Demon Lord or broke this domain, her hands suddenly felt lighter, and her body grew cold. She then saw her right arm, now bare and devoid of her Uranium Sword and armguards. In her astonishment, as she reached for her holy sword, she found that her spatial ring had also vanished. She had been forcibly stripped of her Brave attire?! And as far as her eyes could see, she also saw Ron beside her, looking equally astonished at her empty hands, her heavy shield gone. "You shall be weary, before futile resistance." "Cough??" Before she could recover from the gag in her mouth and the loss of her magic staff and all other items, Gu Yinai, who had been momentarily distracted by Alice's naked, smooth jade body, realized that after this sentence fell, the magic within her had completely vanished, leaving her unable to feel any of it. Her limbs felt as heavy as lead, too weak to lift. "You shall be bound, for desire and future are carried by it." "Nghhh ahhh ahhh!!!" Luz was still struggling with the strap of the gag tied behind her head when, without warning, ropes sprang from around her like living creatures, binding her wrists and forcibly pulling them behind her back to be crossed and hoisted high, tied around her neck. The fine ropes further tightened around her arms, pressing them against her back and encircling her torso, strangling her. The ropes in front then unceremoniously tightened around her small breasts, causing them pain. She cried out in surprise, but the ropes took the opportunity to constrict her slender waist, pulling it tight. Simultaneously, ropes on both sides had already coiled around her legs, binding them together tightly, and then two ropes slid from the loop around her lower abdomen into her crotch, rubbing against her buttocks and suddenly lifting to connect to her wrists, digging deep into her "garden" through her hot pants. Luz, bound and unable to resist, was tied into a straight line. She looked desperately at the other four women, also bound into a line and lying on the ground, only able to writhe, and whimpered. "You shall be blinded, letting unease immerse within." "Wuwuwu!" Bianca, firmly bound by the ropes and unable to break free, had already called out to her Lord countless times in her heart, but it was useless, except for the increasing pressure of the ropes. The pitch-black blindfold that fell onto her forehead and covered her eyes filled her with even greater fear. She whimpered and writhed her waist, until her vision was completely obscured by the dark curtain. "You shall revel, youth should not be wasted in peace." "Mmm mmm oh oh oh??!!!" Ron, still struggling with her limbs, felt a sharp pain beneath her as the ropes dug deeply into her flesh. Immediately, a feeling of fullness, tearing, and numbness caused her to cry out in pain with wide eyes. Two tentacles, as thick as her small arms, had unceremoniously rammed into the old maid's dry "garden path" and were vigorously probing. Feeling as if she had been impaled, her limbs went numb, and she was completely powerless. The tentacles, forming a thick bulge on her lower abdomen, lifted her into the air. Like an electric drill, the tentacles continuously churned within Ron's "palace walls," stirring her whole body, causing her to arch her neck and writhe uncontrollably, emitting cries of pain. "You shall fornicate, seeking the only glimmer of light in the dim void."

"Even though it's a test, I'll do as you ask," Alice complied, bringing her wrists and elbows together as Guinevere instructed, feeling nothing amiss. However, Alice, with her back turned, didn't see the severed ends of the rope on the ground, nor the ends in Guinevere's hand, wriggle like living things. Veins extended from the severed ends, covering the rough surfaces and rejoining them like a fresh cut, forming smooth rope tips. One—two. Guinevere grasped Alice's hands, encased in a thin layer of transparent latex gloves that were barely noticeable unless one looked closely. She then folded the rope in half. Starting at Alice's pressed wrists, she looped the folded rope through the loop formed by the doubled rope, wrapping it around three times in reverse. Returning to the center of the loop, she separated the two strands of rope. She then wound them vertically along the gap between her wrists, two wraps each, before returning to a central point to tie a knot, tightening it to the extreme to complete the first circle of restraint. Next, she pulled the rope upwards, using her fingers to hold it as she wrapped it around Alice's forearm once, then brought it back. Hooking it over the fold point, she pulled her fingers out, straightening the rope. This secured the second preliminary loop on her forearm. Following the same reverse wrapping technique, with vertical twists and knots in the middle, she continued upwards. Loop after loop of tightly bound rope extended from her wrists, binding Alice's forearms, elbow joints, and even her upper arms in the same manner. After creating six parallel, tightly packed loops, Guinevere pulled the rope down again, repeating a top-down vertical binding and knotting process that drove the rope deep into her skin. Only then did she pull it taut, binding Alice's arms together behind her back with no gaps, almost as if to break her shoulders. "Is it too tight?" Alice felt the stinging friction of the rope against her skin even through the gloves. The dull ache from her arms being stretched to their maximum and held together was intense. Her shoulder blades were forced back by the unnatural straightening of her arms, causing her to puff out her chest. From the front, she looked as if she had no arms, her breasts thrusting forward as if deliberately displayed. The fabric, rubbing against her nipples like an octopus's tentacles, made her feel exceptionally uncomfortable and agitated. She tried to move her arms, but with her entire arms, from upper arm to wrist, secured so tightly, she could only move her palms and fingers slightly. *Even if I only need my fingers to move to use the secret technique, this is too tight!* "I only tightened it a little more than what's in the manual, Alice-chan, you're not mad, are you?" Guinevere smirked wickedly. "Forget it, hurry up!" Alice grumbled, annoyed. Guinevere then pulled both ends of the rope upwards, looping them once around Alice's delicate neck without tying them. She brought the rope forward and down. Using the right end, she slid it down the inside and began to wrap it around Alice's left breast, which was partially revealed by the chest-supporting fabric of her dress. She unceremoniously tightened it three times through the fabric around the base of her breast, without tying it. Moving to the top edge, she then wrapped and tightened the right breast in the same manner, three times around its base, again without tying. Instead, she yanked the rope from the inner side of the right breast with immense force, as if lifting a weight, intending to lift Alice's entire body. The rope dug deeply into her flesh. "What are you doing?!" Alice cried out in pain, feeling as if both her breasts were about to be bitten off. She jumped, but Guinevere was quick, pulling the rope upwards and hooking it over the neck loop, tying it at the back of her neck to fix the length of the rope descending from her neck. "Guh!!" Alice's delicate eyebrows furrowed. She merely tried to shake her body, and her protruding half-breasts, constricted at their base, swayed involuntarily, threatening to burst through the supporting fabric. The rope tightened with the movement, immediately constricting her neck. As her half-breasts swayed, the tingling tips felt even hotter. She could only take a deep breath and say with considerable anger, "Why is it so tight?" "You have to understand, Tressis is a master of micro-management. He even controls the length of the rope. See, these markings are for confirming the rope's position. This point requires it to be fixed at the neck," Guinevere explained, holding up the other end of the rope and the manual, pointing to the dense markings on the rope for Alice. "This is how it is on paper; he can just imagine it. We have a lot to consider in practice." "Damn it..." Alice looked at the accompanying text in the booklet: "Pull the rope upwards by 5 millimeters." She felt both exasperated and amused, becoming even more agitated. An inexplicable anger she couldn't shake off surged within her. She decided to sit down abruptly, but the speed was too fast. Her protruding half-breasts swayed wildly as she sat, and the blush on her face deepened. She could only grit her teeth in frustration. *Once I'm free, I'm going to mince Tressis into tiny pieces!*

Alice, her mouth dry, was awakened by the pulsating waves of stimulation from the gentle vibrations in her lower body. The intense pressure of being tightly bound and squeezed, coupled with the lingering soreness from her activated bloodlines, left her limbs feeling as limp as a pickled cucumber. The steel object filling her nether regions vibrated softly, sending waves of pleasure that made her instinctively whimper. The thin ropes chafed her reddened skin, adding another layer of sensation. With great effort, she half-opened her eyelids and saw her predicament reflected in the water mirror opposite her. One eye was half-closed, its pupil swimming with a hazy, lustful sheen. The other was squeezed shut, a tear tracing a glistening path from its corner. Fine beads of sweat slicked her snow-white neck, her face flushed with a deep, wine-like blush. Alice panted, thick, clear saliva dripping from the edge of the gag, elongating into sticky strands that fell onto her heaving breasts. Through the gag, her moans were a decadent symphony, enough to make any man's blood surge. Her nipples, engorged and erect from the intermittent suction, rubbed against the inside of her bra with each breath, their peaks peeking out from the fabric and ropes. Her soft, yielding flesh, squeezed between the bra and the restraints, quivered. The sensation of the ropes digging into her aroused, swollen breasts sent electric jolts of pleasure through her, an unbearable, addictive feeling. The friction of the ropes tightening around her breasts, already engorged with arousal, intensified the stimulation. What shocked Alice the most was that the white cloth that had hung from her belt to cover her lower body was completely gone, revealing her uneven, rope-bound belly and the landscape beneath her very short skirt for all to see! Her transparent panties, soaked through with arousal, offered no concealment. The bright red of her short skirt on either side lay open like a tablecloth. Her tender lips, stretched to their limit by the thick, pink steel object, pulsed and squeezed against its walls, constantly oozing viscous fluids. Her pink inner walls, resembling steamed meat, were exposed, inviting and plump. The rope that had been attached to the center of the steel plate, used for fixation, had melted with the plate and now tightened around the outer layer of her transparent panties, stretched taut by the thick steel rod. It dug into the groove of the steel rod's handle, which was inserted deep into her vulva. The rope, further inserted into her garden, tightened inwards as the steel plate retracted and the rope expanded, digging deep into the roots of her swollen, throbbing lips, pressing them firmly against the steel object, rendering them immobile. The rope wrapped around her upper thighs was pulled to its limit, squeezing her buttocks so tightly that they bulged like overflowing cuts of meat, making her already ample derrière appear even larger. The pink steel object vibrated gently with each subtle pulse, causing Alice's abdomen to sway. Her once slender waist and toned stomach were pushed outwards, forming a noticeable bulge like an early pregnancy. Her clitoris, still throbbing with pleasure, was pressed against the wall of her uterus, only to be further stimulated by the pulsing vibrations, causing hot fluids to churn within her. These fluids then struggled to flow uncontrollably down the path of her garden, following the gap in the steel object. The latter half of the pink steel object protruded from her wet vulva, pressing against her swollen lips. Countless seductive pink wires emerged from the edges of her ravaged, moist lips, snaking along the damp, crimson landscape, exiting on either side of the pubic hair. They trailed down her pale thighs, which were bulging and reddened from the ropes, and then merged with the wet garter belts, transforming into a large cluster of pink controllers squeezed between her stockings and her flesh. The alluring black lace stockings, with their patterned cuffs, were stretched to their limit, filled with the cluster of controllers, forming a tight pink band around her thighs, like a stocking garter. Held like a long bolster by Gu Yina, Alice could feel his hot breath on her neck. His hands, which were wantonly caressing her breasts and thighs, filled her with shame and annoyance. Her weak, aching upper body was powerless to resist. She could only writhe her long, slender legs, encased in glossy black stockings that gleamed with moisture. However, her trembling calves, sore from exertion, caused her legs to bend slightly inwards, achieving nothing more than a soft rubbing against each other. Her knees, encased in the warm, oily sheen of the black stockings, knocked together, emitting a soft, wet scraping sound. She tried to lift her calves, to exert force, but it was futile. Instead, her struggles caused the streams of silvery fluid running down her thighs, slicked by the oily black stockings, to create grooves like those carved by runoff on the Loess Plateau. These grooves stained the pale pink skin of her legs and the wet black stockings, creating shimmering, translucent patches of moisture that were even more conspicuous. The three-pronged steel object, still vibrating, had completely filled Alice's three orifices. The swaying steel object pushed her abdomen to its limit, barely held in place by the stretched-out panties and ropes. The massive steel object, disproportionate to Alice's small buttocks, tight abdomen, and evenly proportioned thighs, and completely exposed, created a jarring dissonance, making one wonder if it would slip out from between her legs with the slightest shift of the ropes.

"Ughhh?!" Alice's every hair stood on end as the electricity coursed through her. Her bound sides ached and trembled, her calves spasmed uncontrollably. Her wet, shapely legs were lifted and tensed in the air, the flesh beneath the rope-bound, glossy black stockings quivering and curling. She swayed her voluptuous breasts, feeling her heart pound in her chest like a wildfire, her entire body seeming to swell and explode with each increasingly heavy breath. Trembling, she instinctively clamped her legs shut and whimpered, her large and small eyes fluttering. A damp lock of bangs clung to her forehead, sweat mingling with viscous saliva that dripped onto the edge of the trembling gag. Her composure was utterly shattered. "If you have any more trump cards, bring them out quickly. Otherwise..." Guina held the swaying Alice, pulling her closer. One hand gripped the base of her breast, while the other rummaged through a box. She whispered into Alice's ear, a playful breath teasing her, "You'll soon become a succubus sow who only knows how to take a big cock~~~" "Mmmph!!!" Alice swallowed with difficulty, her throat still feeling dry and cracked. She craned her neck, gasping for air. Beneath her sweat-dampened bangs, her eyes held an unyielding defiance. "Very good, I love that look, Alice-chan. Don't let yourself be broken too quickly, okay?" Guina's face flushed with a醉人 (zui ren - intoxicating) expression as she saw Alice's sharp gaze. She shook a pair of black and gold nipple clamps from the box, each connected by a garish red bow to a tinkling golden bell. "Mmm!" Dehydrated and weak, Alice had little strength left to struggle. As she weakly twisted her waist, the base of her breasts, firmly held, remained immobile. She could only watch as Guina playfully dangled the bells before her eyes, then opened the horrifyingly large clamps and brutally pinched the already erect, sensitive tips of her nipples. Alice felt a sudden tightening at the already burning tips. The weight then pulled them downward, the agonizing tearing sensation causing her to furrow her brows and groan. Her already burning lower abdomen seemed to swell further. All she could do was desperately curl her body tighter, clamp her legs shut, and watch as the second clamp bit down. "Mmmph!!!!" The tearing pain at her nipples felt as if they were about to be ripped off, making Alice gasp. The more she breathed in her aroused state, the more the nipple clamps, swaying with her breasts, produced an infuriatingly light jingle. "Before I completely transform Alice-chan into a little succubus, I'll mercifully let you understand things a bit better, hmph hmph hmph~~" Guina dangled the last item from the box with her index finger, leaning close to Alice's ear and teasing her with hot breath. It was a circular, elastic blindfold, its front emblazoned with a provocatively pink succubus sigil. "Mmmph!" Stimulated by Guina's hot breath on her earlobe, Alice felt her body grow even more aroused. Her eyes were tightly shut, but one eye was wide open. Hot breaths puffed from her throat, blocked by the gag. Her beautiful face flushed a deep crimson. Her body twisted at an imperceptible angle, trying to alleviate the stimulation. Then, as Guina's tongue began to stir her earlobe, her body gave a violent shudder, instinctively twitching. The rope around her vulva rubbed against it, the intense friction accompanied by an even more deadly tingling sensation that radiated from her core like an electric current. Alice immediately felt her lower abdomen grow hotter and more slick. With a soft gurgle, the intensely hot, swollen sensation within her seemed to loosen, and then, unmistakably, some liquid began to slowly seep from her vulva. It glided along the involuntarily quivering labia, re-coating her completely soaked panties with a steaming warmth. The spring water flowed naturally with gravity, and light droplets gradually gathered at the edge of her panties near her inner thighs. Under Guina's subtle stimulation, Alice's bound body visibly began to twitch uncontrollably. A soft, seductive moan of arousal escaped her gagged mouth. "Oh my, is pure Alice-chan planning a triple spurt?" Guina continued to tease, flicking Alice's earlobe with her tongue. "Where should I begin? Hmm, let's start with this outfit and the matching half-sleeved gloves. Legend has it that a foolish king of an ancient Eastern kingdom, to please his concubine Bao Si, ordered a hundred pounds of silk to be torn apart on a beacon tower to make her laugh, leading to the downfall of his kingdom. Such a ridiculous act caused the hundred pounds of silk to be tainted with misfortune, accompanied by the tearing sounds of grinding soybean dregs and shrill laughter, becoming an evil entity that cursed people with laziness and self-destruction. It was made into a rather wicked silk garment that by chance fell into the hands of the succubus clan. The Succubus Queen combined that silk garment with the sealskin from the stringed instrument used by their ancestral Banchis (a figure in Greek mythology who wailed and cried on the city walls after her husband's death). Combining Banchis' sighs and Bao Si's laughter with their respective fabric carriers, this red and white dress and red and white half-sleeved gloves possess extremely potent spiritual pollution that can charm others, induce laziness and sensitivity, and lead them to indulge in sensual pleasures. Any succubus who wears this dress will become a peerless 'juice extractor'?" "After all, this is the masterpiece of Succubus Queen Lilith, its name is—The Four-Stringed Ripped Silk Dress."

The Law of L'Hôpital!!!! She could clearly feel her magic, her life force, and her spiritual energy gradually draining away, consumed by the scorching comfort emanating from her lower abdomen. Knowing that if this continued, she would oscillate between a state of intense arousal and fleeting clarity, leaving her no time to seek help from her lecherous father until she was completely assimilated by the succubus's cursed markings, Alice gritted her teeth. Her eyes widened again, a golden light flowing out as she reactivated her bloodline, forcefully suppressing her lewd body and chaotic mental state with overwhelming pressure, and summoned her Stand. A wondrous humanoid figure materialized behind Alice, its arms closing together as the scene before her roared past. Because there was a selection period before activating her Stand ability to project a parallel world, Alice was finally able to escape the tidal wave of pleasure and think clearly about her predicament without being affected. Undoubtedly, the priority was to deactivate the full active state of the restraints on her body, otherwise, she would remain under their complete control, perpetually in a state of climax until she was fully assimilated by Lilith's remains, completely losing any chance of turning the tables. As for how to end this state, Gu Yinnai had explained it to her before she died: she had to actively re-sign the Star Fury Slave Contract, becoming a three-house Star Fury. (Each Star Fury Slave, upon changing masters, would lose their original surname and adopt the surname of their new master. After changing masters three times, they would bear the surnames of three masters, thus earning this elegant title. Due to Lilith's cursed markings, Alice was already under a slave's allegiance to her, so Alice's Star Fury Slave name should now be Alice*Lilith*Icarus, already a two-house Star Fury. When a slave willingly becomes a three-house Star Fury for the first time, there's a chance they will awaken some exclusive Star Fury Slave qualities.) And the only living person nearby who could sign the Star Fury Slave Contract with her was that Hoffman! Meaning, she had to beg him to take her as his Star Fury Slave???? Alice's eyes widened, almost grinding her molars to dust. Before Gu Yinnai passed, besides sending her some information through a mental link, she had also forcefully shoved a pile of memory fragments at her. Most of these were memories of Gu Yinnai examining scrolls describing items and some memories of her viewing the Regent's secret letters. Through these memories, Alice learned of Tressis's scheme. First, Tressis had invited the Wagner School to participate in the development of the restraints, promising them a fixed annual operating budget to ensure their survival. Hoffman had lied; the reason the Wagner School was on the verge of collapse was solely because the former headmaster and his cronies had gambled away their money on women and incurred high-interest debts, forcing them to sell inferior formations at inflated prices. After this was exposed, the entire school's reputation was ruined. Their only hope for emergency funding was to cooperate with Tressis. Besides this, Hoffman and the accompanying sorcerers only knew that their objective was to capture her; they knew nothing else. As for how to capture her, Gu Yinnai had been arranged to set a trap, tricking her step by step into willingly binding herself, thus turning a feigned act into a real one. And once Gu Yinnai was exposed or killed, Duke Magma, waiting not far away, would immediately lead eight hundred cavalry to attack her. In the past, Alice would have easily repelled a mere few hundred knights, but now, bound like a string of sausages, her limbs weak and her blood depleted, she doubted she had the strength to even walk down this narrow path. And if she truly fell into Tressis's hands, the man would likely give her no chance to rest, dream, or call for help. As for these restraints, their core purpose was to assimilate and fuse her with Lilith's remains, making her lose her will, submit to her master, and accelerate assimilation through actions such as intercourse without her master's permission or if the restraints were not properly fastened. Whether it was the trident activating when the heel loosened or the octopus suction cups and high heels activating when the heel tightened, or the prohibition of excretion without the master's permission, the

"Huh?!!!" Alice gasped, eyes wide open, jolted awake by another wave of psychic pain. This time, the sensation of muscle layers interspersed with a seemingly lessened carnal desire made her keenly aware that the dull ache of the electric shocks coursing through her body had ceased. The frantic fluttering in her chest had also subsided, and even the vibrations shaking her core had weakened. The liquid spewing from her mouth had stopped, and the ravenous, devouring sensation in her lower abdomen had also diminished. However, a nauseating pressure had settled upon her mind, and the heart area, etched with a sword mark, seemed to have lowered slightly. Clearly, Hoffman had knelt and signed the contract, and the restraints on her body had indeed deactivated from their active state, entering a regular mode as Gu Yina had said. But even in regular mode, the three steel rods outside the garden still made her lower abdomen gurgle, feeling intensely hot and swollen, on the verge of exploding. Her throat was parched, and her sanity teetered. Alice felt she was about to dissolve again. Forcing her consciousness, she gritted her teeth and tried to shift her impossibly heavy heels, managing to lift her instep slightly and stomp down fiercely! As the heel of her high-heeled shoe pressed down, the three steel rods, which had been buzzing, abruptly fell silent. As if the current had been cut off, even their pulsating vibrations ceased. A weakened current immediately surged from her feet, submerged in water, and shot straight to her forehead, making Alice's every hair stand on end! But Alice had won her gamble. Her body, which had been limp and powerless, unable to open her dragon eyes no matter how hard she tried, was now like a puddle of mud in the temporary lull of the electricity. Instead, in the instant of electric pain that sent tremors through her bones, mistaking it for near-death, she had managed to squeeze out the last drop of her bloodline power. The golden light, tinged with gold, could only barely reach the edges of her pupils this time, but it was enough! Alice knew that her current weak and vulnerable state left her with only one last chance to vocalize. If she continued to be toyed with by these restraints, without any chance to rest or regroup, she would be ground down and destroyed bit by bit. Now, no matter what, she had to buy herself time to recover – the four hours of restraint suspension through "seductive training games" that Gu Yina had mentioned. Given that Gu Yina had told the truth before, Alice had no other choice and could only gamble, trusting her one last time. "LOBITDA LAW!!!!" Miraculous human-shaped arms tore open the curtain, and Alice managed to pull out the most suitable scenario. Immediately, her physical body in reality jolted from the electric shock, her muscles twitching involuntarily. Her feet shot up, and her center of gravity instinctively shifted backward. Her already dizzy head hit a tree trunk, and her utterly weak body went black. Her consciousness seemed to shatter, breaking contact. Before her awareness completely dispersed, she felt something grasp her feet. "Ugh oh ah ah ah ah ah ah???!!!!" ----"Next, let's play a training game and let me experience the joy of a Star-Wrath Slave, Master~~~~~" Hoffman, who had been kneeling on the ground, waiting for Alice's response, was filled with confusion when a strange, playful voice suddenly brushed past his ear. Then, he heard a splash, and a pair of black-stockinged feet, adorned with bright red high heels, lightly tapped against his chin with a soft, teasing motion. The sharp tip of the shoe pressed against his throat like a half-threat. "Ah?" Hoffman's nostrils filled with a sour, semi-bloody scent. He instinctively reached out and grabbed the pair of feet. Then, he heard a soft moan from ahead, accompanied by waves of groans, cries, and the crisp sound of a bell. Feeling the black-stockinged feet in his hands tense up, he looked up slightly and saw Alice's body stretched out, arching backward and twitching slightly. The bell on her swollen peaks swung wildly, her face flushed with a wild smile, and torrents of flower juice gushed from between her legs, completely exposed. As a few hot drops splashed onto Hoffman's face, more of the surging flower juice flowed down her straight legs, like a rapid current from a bamboo tube, along her soaked, unabsorbent, round black stockings! It turned out that in the instant of her lapse, Alice's body, already filled with carnal desire, had unconsciously reached a peak once more!

"Ready?" Four squid-like humanoids surrounded Alice. One of them spoke to a fifth, who was operating a large recording stone device. "Of course, music!" The squid-like humanoid in charge of filming let out a laugh, pressed the shutter, and released the music. "Y~M~C~A~" An old tune, popular a few years ago, began to play. Looking at the four creatures before her, their faces contorted with lewd and hateful smiles, Alice knew they weren't here to let her rest. The music had a strange, unsettling quality that made her skin crawl. But with her garden sealed shut, what could they possibly do? "Such defiant eyes. Tonight, we will thoroughly defile you and record it to make tens of thousands of copies for the world to enjoy!" The leader of the squid-like humanoids unlatched the gag from Alice's mouth, pulling out the incredibly long gag. He then lightly slapped Alice's cheek with the wet, saliva- and potion-covered edge of the gag, chuckling, "Now, you can start begging for mercy!" "Cough! Hah----" Alice sneered and decisively bit her tongue. But before she could, a squid-like humanoid behind her shoved an ice-cold speculum into her mouth, nearly knocking out her teeth, and forced her mouth wide open. "Cough!!!" Alice's teeth ground against the speculum with a clacking sound, but she still couldn't close her mouth enough to reach her tongue. Seeing that death was denied to her, she could only glare with eyes that seemed to claw at flesh. "A fine look. How about this?" The leader of the squid-like humanoids grinned menacingly. The ones behind her yanked Alice's ponytail, pulling her upper body up. Then, he delivered a deliberate punch to Alice's slightly distended abdomen, which was filled with potion. The immense force caved in her stomach like a meteor crater, her muscles rippling around the impact. A searing, penetrating pain shot through her body like a chisel. "Urk?!!!" Even with her will to endure, Alice, utterly drained, couldn't maintain her muscle control. The kinetic energy sent her body arching backward in pain. The crushing sensation in her stomach made her esophagus burn, and the potion within surged upwards. Some rushed into her trachea, while more spilled from her throat, stifling her cries of agony. However, just as Alice, in her rage, prepared to spit in their faces, one of them grabbed her jaw and slapped her face to the side, spewing forth the foul contents of her mouth. "Ugh, cough, cough, cough!" The burning pain in her stomach and cheek made Alice gasp, her waist spasming. Her face flushed with anger, but before she could utter a harsh word, they grabbed her chin and forced water into her mouth. After a rough brushing, they slammed her to the ground, spitting out the water, and then roughly flipped her onto her back. A thick tentacle blocked the firelight, held straight before Alice's nose. A shadow stretched from her temple to her lips, its intent to probe all too obvious. "Cough! So small." Alice sneered mockingly at the clown before her. If she hadn't been tricked into binding herself, would such trash dare to be so arrogant in front of her? "Oh? Then you'll just have to take it properly!" The insulted squid-like humanoid roared in anger and immediately rammed the tentacle into Alice's mouth, churning it around. The tentacle, slick with mucus and dotted with small suckers, violently slammed against Alice's oral cavity with its movements, pressing down on her tongue and making it impossible for her to make a sound. It then deliberately pried open her throat and thrust forcefully into her trachea, creating visible undulations along Alice's throat.

"Screech!!" A piercing, teeth-grinding sound echoed as the searing hot iron retracted, leaving behind a scent of burnt flesh and wisps of white smoke rising from Alice's peach-like buttocks. Simultaneously, the leading squid-like humanoid yanked the gag from Alice's mouth. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" An unbearable agony jolted Alice awake. Instinctively, she arched her back, contorting her body into a fetal position. Her eyes, bloodshot and wide with fury, seemed on the verge of bursting. A sharp hiss of steam escaped her mouth, which was spewing viscous fluid, accompanied by flecks of blood. She thrashed her bound limbs wildly, a scarecrow in a storm, writhing and bucking amidst the squid-humanoids. Like a fish gasping for air in a dry puddle, her body tensed before collapsing limply, her heaving breasts swaying and emitting a cacophony of tinkling bells. The squid-humanoid lifted the branding iron. Imprinted on the right side of Alice's buttocks was the vivid red mark: "Black Silk Sow." Her already damp panties were instantly steamed dry, yet the flesh beneath was thoroughly cooked through the fabric. "Ah? Ah..." Alice, drenched in sweat as if pulled from a river, hung her head. Her vacant pupils held no trace of light, her utterly depleted body hanging limply. Her legs, still instinctively clenching and trembling uncontrollably, allowed streams of silvery fluid to flow down her thighs, mingling with the previous viscous discharge. This honey-like mixture trickled down her black-stockinged legs, dripping from her knees to the floor. It was clear that Alice had been rendered completely unconscious by the excruciating pain. "Alright, you black silk sow, remember this. Lord Locust wanted me to tell you: this is all a debt left by your parents. The revenge of the supreme Demon Lord, Magma, has only just begun!" The lead squid-humanoid spoke, delivering a gut-punch to Alice. Though already unconscious from the pain, Alice only let out a muffled groan, her body involuntarily spasming and tightening. "Come on, one, two, three, cheese!" Five squid-humanoids surrounded the unconscious Alice. Five tentacles simultaneously ejaculated a thick, viscous fluid onto her flushed, sweat-beaded face, her eyes vacant and dazed. The potent liquid almost completely obscured Alice's face. This moment was captured by a recording stone. A brand new, stark black line was seared into existence at the base of Alice's thighs, connecting to the previous four lines, forming a neat "正" (zhèng - meaning "correct" or "proper") character on her flesh. After their perverse task was complete, the squid-humanoids once again stuffed Alice's mouth with a generous amount of their fluid, then fitted her with a horse gag, securing the straps. They then blindfolded her, looped the previously used black rope around her neck, connected it to the overhead beam, and reattached the iron chains and shackles. They then left, chattering and laughing. ... "I had expected a more meaningful salute upon your arrival at the battlefield, but I never imagined you would resort to such a base imitation, a blatant deception." Magma's ancient, chilling face emerged from the shadowy, dark dungeon corridor, a mocking expression on his features. "Little A-li-ce~" "Why is it that so soon after your birth, you find yourself in a situation where you must be bound to achieve your goals?" "Why are the restraints so perfectly tailored to you? They even alter the operating logic of your mother's set through compression by the stiletto heels?" "Why can you interfere with the outcomes of parallel worlds, yet you cannot break free from these restraints?" "There is only one answer~" "Little A-li-ce~" "You are a pitiable girl, toyed with in the palm of a mastermind who knows you inside and out and possesses a perverted, wicked sense of humor~" "Three-eyed one, I now understand why your species carries the infamous reputation of the Colt family." Magma clapped his hands, emerging from the shadows and opening the cell door. "Couldn't you have just paid a little to find a fallen princess? It wouldn't have cost much. Pfft, disgusting! Utterly disgusting!"

A searing pain, as if to break him in half, shot through Hoffman's waist, jolting his consciousness back like a heavy hammer crushing a walnut. The world spun violently, and a stiff impact thrashed his limbs—it turned out Alice, with wide, staring eyes, had instantly appeared before Hoffman and sent him flying with a spinning side-kick. After tumbling through the air and across the ground, he crashed into and broke a tree before stopping—at least Alice didn't intend to kill him immediately. "Cough!" Hoffman, feeling several ribs crack, tried to push himself up with his hands, but an undeniable pressure was placed directly on his head, shoving him back into the mud. He felt the warm, smooth pressure on the back of his head; it was clear Miss Alice's black silk-clad foot was on his head, grinding back and forth. "Did you enjoy whipping me? Hmm?" Alice gritted her teeth, one foot on the ground, the other pressing down on Hoffman's head, snarling. The memory of being publicly whipped by Hoffman, her ordeal in the dungeon, and being spied on by this man more than once filled her with shame. Alice, in a state of extreme, calm rage, was barely holding back her murderous intent, only wanting to have Hoffman untie her ropes before chopping him into mincemeat. "Everything is as Miss Alice commands! As long as Miss has fun!" Hoffman, unsure if Alice was accusing him or playing a game, decided to play it safe. "Hmph, I'm having a lot of fun. Should I reward such an obedient you, then???" Alice was amused by Hoffman's declaration of loyalty. She kicked him, sending him face-up, and commanded in an irrefutable tone, "I want to take a bath, you—" "Eeeeeeek?????!!!!" Before Alice could even finish her sentence, a strange fullness suddenly blasted in from the backyard. A scorching sensation climbed her spine, a burning touch like churning magma erupting behind her, effortlessly shattering her blessing magic. This wasn't pain, but it instantly collapsed her body, tearing even her will apart with the surging, scalding sensation. A deep purple light flowed along the decorative tail into her crotch, parting the delicate petals slightly before piercing directly into her backyard and striking the lewd mark on her lower abdomen. The lewd mark, as if activated, glowed brilliantly. "Yahahahaha!!!! Gulu!? Gu, cough, ugh!??!?" Alice, flushed and disoriented, rolled her eyes, revealing pink hearts. Her tongue, lolling out like a dog's, steamed with heat. The magic crystal she was biting was instantly vaporized into a torrent of magic, which was then absorbed by the lewd mark on her abdomen. Not only that, but the blessing magic that had flowed through her body was also instantly dissolved into magical essence and absorbed by the lewd mark. Even the curses carved into her body by the whip were dissolved into primal magic and sucked away—all magical products on Alice's body were simultaneously dismantled. Saliva foamed at the corners of her mouth, her skin, beaded with sweat, prickled, and her breasts, swollen like tightly bound flesh, trembled violently. Her engorged tips and nipples stood erect, gushing streams of water and floral juice. Her instantly moistened thighs rubbed together involuntarily, and her clamped, cherry-pink inner lips expanded exaggeratedly, a layer of viscous fluid shimmering on her [X_X]. The next moment, Alice's mind went blank. Instinctively, she arched her snow-white neck like a swan, accompanied by an unprecedented moan of pleasure. Her delicate body convulsed, and large amounts of sweet milk and floral liquid spurted from her breasts and her backyard. The ultimate pleasure effortlessly pierced her body and mind. Her body tensed and knelt on Hoffman's face, her convulsing body from the overwhelming climax somehow finding a balance without falling. Alice remained there, drooling, her eyes unfocused, her head tilted back, panting softly. Her swollen breasts and shifting floral lips continued to ooze juice and water—she looked like nothing more than a lustful beast. In reality, Alice's restraints were not yet complete. The [Six Desires Soul Devouring Bone] did not contain the six roots of the succubus queen Lilith, missing the crucial "intent." That part was taken by other surviving succubi on the day Lilith died. That essence, carrying Lilith's intent, had wandered the world until a cultist, by chance, discovered it mixed in a pottery shard and brought it to create an altar. That flesh and blood altar was filled with the aura of various deceased individuals. As Alice destroyed the flesh and blood altar, Lilith's "intent" that leaked out should have attached itself to a container. However, the restraints on Alice's body already contained Lilith's other remains, causing Lilith's "intent" to be naturally drawn to Alice's restraints. Like a severed tail returning to its body, it shot directly into Alice's body, simultaneously connecting with Lilith's remains on Alice and completing the [Six Desires Soul Devouring Bone] restraint. This caused the internal circulation of the restraint to reach an energy peak in a short period. The overflowing energy naturally accelerated the assimilation process of the remains and caused the lewd mark to exert an incredibly powerful influence for a moment, absorbing all the magical blessings, crystals, and curse formations on Alice's body as energy. It also directly propelled Alice to a climax with an incredibly potent aphrodisiac effect. Furthermore, as the [Six Desires Soul Devouring Bone] was completed, two twisted thorny patterns appeared around Alice's lower abdomen lewd mark and flashed. As the lewd mark's level increased, Alice's assimilation deepened further. Her sexual organs were the first to become succubus-like, and the silver fluid she produced would henceforth carry aphrodisiac properties and cause the skin to become itchy and irritated after prolonged contact. The completed restraint also produced a new effect—[Preparation]. When the restraint had been incomplete for a long time, it had a chance to actively send a magical echo to the slave owner, "requesting to maintain the integrity of the restraint." With the slave owner's permission, the detached restraint would automatically return and reapply itself. And now, this restraint had just emitted such a magical echo. Of course, from the slave owner's perspective, this was the Star-Furious Slave herself requesting to have her restraints put back on—what kind of pervert would make such a request? "!" Hoffman, pinned under Alice and sprayed in the face, didn't dare to breathe. Suddenly, the brand on the back of his hand burned. It was a magical echo from the Star-Furious Slave's lewd mark, a request from the Star-Furious Slave. Hoffman instinctively responded in his heart, and then he felt Alice's body twist and fall backward into the air, and his vision cleared. "Ugh! You!" Alice, who had been kneeling on Hoffman's face and was jolted awake by the soul-tearing sensation, trembled all over. Her eyes were seeing stars, and before she could even finish speaking, a powerful expansion suddenly forced open her lips and rammed into her throat. The slippery, round texture was undoubtedly the previous gag! "Ugh ugh ugh!" Exhausted from the climax and with her blessing magic destroyed, Alice couldn't move a finger. She anxiously shook her head, but the gag was already snugly lodged in her throat, and the strap was tied securely behind her head—at the same time, a black curtain precisely descended from her forehead, snatching away her vision without giving her a chance. As Alice lost her balance and fell backward, she simultaneously felt a distinct pressure from both sides surge up her calves and the soles of her feet. High heels naturally fastened onto her soles and tied into a bow. Ropes pressed her weak calves together, squeezing them inward. As fine ropes dug into the instep, pressing against the arch of her foot through the high heels, Alice despairingly realized that the magic crystal in her mouth was gone at some point. She had actually flipped over in a ditch, completely bound again, and still without any residual magic or battle qi! The only good news was that the disgusting, continuously painful curses that transformed pain into starlight had also been eliminated. "Ugh!!!!" And as the restraints were reassembled, the three rods in the hole, which began to operate when the high heels were loosened, started to ravage Alice's juicy garden walls again. Alice, already in the afterglow of her climax and with her body extremely sensitive, couldn't withstand such stimulation and immediately trembled uncontrollably. The continuous vibrations from the three rods were out of sync and chaotic, their teasing touch, sometimes caressing and sometimes grinding, made Alice unable to adapt or endure. She bit down hard, clenched her legs, and curled up, struggling to suppress the soft moans escaping her throat. "Cough, cough, cough!!! Miss Alice? Miss Alice, you said you wanted to take a bath just now, should I do it for you?" Hoffman, his face dripping with a refreshing, intensely sour sensation that rushed from his tongue to the root, felt his tongue go numb, his salivary glands gushing. A huge wave of nausea made his throat heave. The mixed floral juice, as sour as an old vinegar cloth fished out of a vinegar vat, made the root of Hoffman's tongue cramp, and his mouth watered. Although Hoffman couldn't understand why Alice, who had been so aggressive moments ago, was now spraying him in the face while talking about taking a bath and then eagerly asking to be restrained and lying on him, he considered her initial mention of a bath. He didn't get up, letting Alice collapse on him, and asked cautiously. "Ugh!" Alice, suffering under the torment, trembled with her slender shoulders. Her body remained tense, her limbs quivering slightly, and she panted in small, rapid breaths, merely struggling to keep from crying out. How could she possibly have the strength to respond to Hoffman? "Then, Miss Alice, allow me to help you bathe!" Seeing that Alice had no intention of getting up from him, Hoffman understood. He immediately wrapped one arm around Alice's wasp waist and the other around her black silk-clad calf, lifting her into a princess carry. "Mmmph!" Feeling a slightly firm touch against her, the completely unfamiliar male scent and chest pressed against her, Alice, startled, straightened her body abruptly. Her limbs, with nowhere to go, flailed weakly a few times. But as the infuriating buzzing continued unabated, she could only grit her teeth, endure with all her might, and feel the increasingly warm and moist sensation spreading as she was shaken.

Click---- When Alice came to her senses, she was surrounded by chaotic magical currents and shockwaves, the air filled with dust and magical smoke. She found herself on a ravaged grassland, followed by the chilling sound of a collar on her neck, a sound that pronounced her death, its coldness almost making her spine arch. The Dragon Binding Ring, having absorbed Alice's magic, had been identified by the artifact as part of Alice and had been brought along. As it emerged from the shadows and floated in the air, it coincidentally collided with Alice's nape as she fell backward, her shoulders relaxed in pleasure. While there was still room to escape at first contact, the collar, now fused to Alice's skin, began to churn with dark green light. "No!!!!!" Alice burned her magic and bloodline power with all her might, struggling to stand up. But after the initial burst of energy, all the unleashed magic and bloodline power, like a dried-up river, abruptly lost control and was instantly absorbed by the collar. The magic overflowing from the cracks in her body was immediately sucked dry by the collar, leaving not a single drop for Alice. Alice Green Young Dragon Eastern Mountain In---- The dark green light on the collar transformed into scattered particles, swirling around the outside, flowing along the patterns and forming a string of dark green characters. That was Alice's true name. No, don't, don't do thissssss!!!! Feeling the chilling pressure on her neck, an unprecedented panic coursed through Alice. But before she could do anything, after her bloodline power dissipated, her body, which had been holding on, finally gave way. The long-accumulated stimulation and pleasure immediately surged through her spine, boiling everything. A wave of electric current spread from her lower abdomen to every inch of her body. The pleasure from the continuous, intense vibrations of every vibrating device on her body swept through her in an instant. Alice experienced an unprecedented, maddening pleasure that easily shattered her sanity. The bone-piercing, marrow-penetrating delight sent her to the peak. ----!! In the midst of this unparalleled pleasure, Alice even forgot how to make a sound. As a moan of pure bliss escaped her lips, her body exploded like a water balloon, spraying forth. The sweet, abundant juices of her core overflowed into her inner cavity as her body was ravaged by the toy, gushing out as Alice completely lost control. Disoriented, Alice fell to the ground. The ropes that had been spread apart by her arms now tightly bound her weakened hands again. Her already large breasts were flattened against the ground, and the tightening ropes further squeezed them into segments of flesh. Her engorged, erect nipples even oozed a strange yellowish-white fluid with every [X_X]. Her slender, black-stockinged legs were then brought together again by the tightening ropes. The ropes dug into her flesh, binding the struggling Alice completely. As Alice reached her climax and lost consciousness, her dragon bloodline power and magic were completely sealed by the Dragon Binding Ring. Her physical strength was also completely secured by the ropes once more. !!!! Awakened by the pain of her soul being torn apart, Alice lay on the ground, drooling. Like a pile of hot mud, she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. But before her muddled brain could make sense of anything, something that made her blood run cold lunged at her----flying through the air was the all-too-familiar gag, blindfold, high heels, and a short length of rope! Why were these things here?! Have I returned to the beginning?! No, no!!!! Move, move!!! But, undoubtedly, her vital energy was like a suspended river behind a dam, only perceptible but not controllable. Her limbs were like sausages strung together, unable to break free. Lying on the ground like a dead pig, Alice couldn't even roll over. "Mmmph!!!" The sharp pain as the gag's tip tore open her tightly closed lips brought tears to Alice's eyes, tears she hadn't shed in a long time. She gagged and shook her head, but the gag uncontrollably stretched her mouth open. As the familiar tightness wrapped around the back of her head, warm tears traced her eyes, only to be absorbed by the falling blindfold. Her jade feet, clad in black stockings, kicked desperately, but the high heels unceremoniously climbed up and fastened the straps. Then, the rope tightened around her insteps, binding her feet and the high heels firmly together. Her body, lying prone, swayed from side to side, finally collapsing weakly. Accompanied by another surge of fresh, hot fluid spreading from [X_X] with a bubbling warmth, the dragon-descended girl on the ground let out a low whimper. Alice, for the first time, felt despair at the culmination of a series of coincidences, reaching the brink of emotional collapse. Her vital energy was sealed, and unable to forcefully summon a substitute, she had completely lost the possibility of freeing herself without external help. Her only hope was to send a dream to her father and the unreliable Hoffman! But! If she had killed herself directly, she would have been free long ago, right? If she hadn't done that third mission yesterday, she wouldn't have held her urine so badly that she triggered the mechanism and, in her relief, completely forgot about the collar, right? If, if... if she had asked her father for help sooner... If she hadn't tied herself up from the beginning...! Why, why, why is this happening?!!! Why did all my best friends betray me? What did I do wrong?!! Why are you doing this to me?!!!! A sense of bewildered, sorrowful grievance and helpless despair pressed down on Alice's mind like a giant stone. She hadn't lost heart in the life-or-death battle with the demon king, in the betrayal of her friends and companions, or during the public flogging and dungeon humiliation. But now, for the first time, a feeling called fear appeared in her heart. This emotion was rapidly amplified under her dark and bound senses, causing her emotions to completely break down. Finally, she couldn't help but sob with grievance. Someone... save me...

Hoffman hadn't actually done anything wrong. Earlier, Alice's exquisite pleasure had satisfied the requirements for her tattoo to upgrade. After the upgrade, one tattoo's advancement triggered another, causing the tattoo on the sole of her high heel to transfer to the sole of her foot, forming a primary tattoo. This elevated the sensitivity of her jade-like feet to a whole new level. Her feet, already tormented by extreme itching and the pressure of the high heels and ropes holding them in a static pose, were now subjected to external pressure from Hoffman's hands. The instep of her foot immediately felt a sensation of being pricked by needles, a mix of pain, numbness, tingling, and itching, amplified a thousandfold. The novel stimulation surged past the burning pain, making Alice jolt and nearly pull her leg away. Her entire body trembled, her breathing quickened, and a familiar warmth spread through her. *Why are my feet so sensitive???* "What are you spacing out for? Hurry up!" Alice feigned anger to mask her embarrassment, but she knew she had to get the high heels off quickly, or she wouldn't be able to hold her legs together! *This guy is more than just ill-tempered!!!* Hoffman, thinking she was just trying to mess with him again, could only grit his teeth and endure. With quick hands, he grasped Alice's silk-clad jade foot and swiftly began to untie the ropes on her instep and the straps around her ankle. "My apologies, Miss! I'll get them off right away!" "!" As Hoffman's fingertips touched her instep again, Alice felt that familiar, intense stimulation surge through her skin and hair, all the way to her scalp. Her legs were already numb and burning, yet this touch, though not as shocking as the first time, made her wonder when her feet had become so sensitive! *He just touched me!* *Wait, why am I specifically emphasizing "Hoffman"?* Alice felt a headache coming on. She realized that, at some point, she had started to consider Hoffman as someone worth mentioning. He was just some unknown sorcerer, wasn't he? Were they that close? Why did his touch feel like something special? *No, I have to get out of this! I'm becoming abnormal! Whether it's death or my father, I need to escape soon!* As he spoke, Hoffman pulled down the high heel, which was coated in white fluid. Alice’s silk-clad jade foot eagerly slipped out of the stifling shoe, releasing a cloud of acrid, hot vapor and viscous droplets. "Mmm~~Hmph!" Alice tossed her head back with a cold snort, a muffled yet contented groan escaping her lips. She eagerly lifted her foot, subtly and forcefully stretching her five slender toes to relieve the soreness from being confined in the shoe. With the pressure gone, the slight tightness of the black silk against her skin felt incredibly comfortable. The previous stimulation seemed to have vanished. Not only did the garden's previous clamor fall silent, but the burning, numb ache in her legs also receded like a tide! Alice understood that the itchy, numb sensation in her legs was mostly from her own discharge. The fact that taking off the high heels had even relieved this itching made her overjoyed. In her delight, she completely forgot the realization she had just had. Facing the high heel, coated in white fluid, smelling faintly sour, and still emitting hot steam, with droplets of white fluid trickling through the fine black silk mesh as her toes stretched, the visually striking scene made Hoffman involuntarily swallow. Although his sense of smell was blocked, he inexplicably felt a desire to grasp this small, silken foot and sniff it deeply, his mouth becoming dry, causing him to salivate. *What am I thinking? How could I be interested in something like this?!* Hoffman’s mind snapped back to attention. He quickly resumed untying the straps on the other high heel. The moment he pulled the shoe off, Alice let out a soft moan, and her silk-clad feet trembled and lifted. As Hoffman, with quick reflexes, lowered his head, Alice, too weak to keep her legs raised, instinctively placed the soles of her feet on his head. "Ugh!!!" The moment the tips of his grass-like hair were flattened by the soles of her feet, the sharp ends felt like needles piercing her arches. At any other time, this sensation would have been barely noticeable to Alice, but now, it was like a delicate current shooting up her trembling calf and straight into her spine. Alice's eyes widened, and she almost cried out, but she managed to bite her lip, preventing any sound from escaping. *So, so stimulating?! It's just... No! My feet?! How did this happen?! When did they become like this?!* As the first wave of stimulation subsided, Alice, feeling a burning sensation from the stimulation of Hoffman's hair against her feet, quickly struggled to lift her legs and place her feet on his back. Without the sharp stimulation, the flat muscles provided a different kind of sensation to the skin of her soles. While there was a slight initial stimulation, it was manageable once her feet were resting. *Damn you, Tracy! Just being touched is this stimulating. If I were to step on them with the high heels and get shocked by needles...* Alice felt a chill of fear. She resolved to escape tonight, no matter what, and dared not take any more risks. "Miss Alice, please open your mouth."

"Speaking of which, Alice has become even more beautiful than before, more beautiful than any prostitute in the city. Indeed, this sow's face suits her! She looks even more stunning with a ball gag in her little mouth!" "Nonsense, look at those wings, they're typical succubus wings. Humans have limits, she's no longer human. What human hero, she's clearly a succubus!" "Hey, this little mouth with a ball gag, these breasts, this ass, and these black silk oiled legs! Tied up like this, unable to move, what a slut! I'm already hard!" "If she fell into my hands, these black silk beautiful legs would be enough for me to play with for a whole year!" "Mmmph-woo-mmm-ahhhhhhh-mmm-ahhhhhhh?!!!!" Alice was stimulated by the three rods, on the verge of death and ecstasy. The almost tangible, invasive gazes of the citizens below and their face-reddening curses and jests made her tremble with anger, frustration, and grievance. She wanted to retort to the Regent's conspiracy, but the high-pitched moans from her throat wouldn't stop. She was filled with shame and rage, wanting to break free from her restraints and slice those impudent fools into mincemeat, but she was utterly powerless, only able to writhe a few times like a piece of meat on a skewer. Amidst the scorn and laughter of the crowd, under a profound sense of powerlessness, she inexplicably felt a strange, indescribable sensation welling up in her heart. This novel sense of shame and pleasure made her skin crawl, as if being tightly bound, publicly humiliated, ejaculating, and being watched, ridiculed, despised, and judged made her feel incredibly good... No! How could this be! How could I possibly feel this way?! How could it feel good! It's too, too shameful!!!! "My Lord?! What do I see?! Such powerful, exquisite pleasure!!!" "Look at her skirt! Don't eat the sour radish! Truly worthy of a succubus, her juices are more abundant than those of the women by the ditch!" "She's screaming so lewdly! That voice!" "Still squirting! Still squirting! This bitch!" "Is it really that good?" "Look at this slut, this shameless bitch! The way she writhes her waist!" "Whoa? This even splashed on my head..." The citizens below felt like they had experienced a light rain. He instinctively wiped his head, then felt a handful of pale pink, mysterious liquid. "Bob, aren't you going to quickly taste this slut's juices?" The citizens beside him burst into laughter. "A good idea, but I'd like to make a slight modification. Why don't we all drink together!" A neighboring citizen, egged on, took out a wine glass and began collecting the juices dripping on everyone's heads. "Damn, I want to try too! Let me see what it tastes like when it sprays out of this succubus slut!" A guy with a bit of a kingly air egged them on, and the people around them followed suit. "You, you guys???" Alice had just woken up from the pain of the window candle, and immediately heard the crowd egging each other on to drink her juices. Bewildered, she saw that many people below had already chugged it down, followed by bursts of laughter. "Salty and fishy!" "So slutty!" "Perverts ahhhhhh?!!!! Hgggh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh?!" Alice's hair stood on end in an instant, her eyes widened, and she shrieked in humiliation, her pretty face flushed red. Her tightly bound delicate body, steaming and flushed, writhed and struggled uneasily and shamefully. Her wings behind her flapped back and forth with all their might, her tail twitched from side to side. For a moment, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, the electric shock from her crotch behind her pierced her, making her unable to help but let out a series of soul-stirring wolf cries. The back-and-forth torment made Alice's waist tremble, and soon she was lost in a tidal wave of pleasure, unable to extricate herself. All that remained beneath her trembling legs were splashing fluids. "And now, let us all severely punish this fallen sow, to comfort the souls of our departed brethren!" With Morpheus's command, two attendants stepped forward, grabbed the ropes hanging from the rack in the air, and, one in front and one behind, pulled Alice's already densely bound and alluring delicate body upwards, arching it back. Each grabbed a handful of Alice's silver-white hair, looped a rope around her snow-white neck, and then pulled upwards. One pulled up her legs, which were bound together seamlessly from top to bottom by ropes, and then, with the rope from her neck, connected it to her ankles, then pulled it downwards to connect to her wrists, and finally connected it upwards to a hook hanging from the rack. This extremely short rope forced Alice's high-heeled shoes on her feet to almost touch the back of her head, forcing her to maintain a posture of constantly holding her head high and her legs arched upwards. If she relaxed her body even slightly, the ropes connected to her wrists would tighten further, causing her immense suffering. She was thus bound in an exaggerated 'O' shape, like a half-pig hanging from a hook, swaying as she was suspended. "It's too tight! Breathing? Can't breathe?!" Alice felt the ropes tightening, her body bent back almost to the point of suffocation. Her alluring black silk legs, bent upwards, rubbed and writhed powerlessly, doing nothing to help her breathe, only making her sway back and forth. "Gentlemen, today, let us fully embrace this black-silk beast!" Morpheus raised his arms and stepped back. The attendants poured out a mountain of dildos, vibrators, and other training tools from sacks. "Long live the Regent!" The fervent crowd surged onto the stage like unleashed racehorses, surrounding Alice. And what could she do now, hanging in the air in this extreme four-legged position, other than scream and writhe? "Your Excellency, aren't you going to watch this good show?" Morpheus glanced at Hoffman, who seemed uneasy and hesitant. He thought the other man also wanted to join in, but then saw Fael get up and prepare to leave the stage, and didn't find it strange. "The Regent has received a secret letter and is leaving first. By the way, Baron Hoffman, you come along too, this matter also concerns you." Just as Fael was putting away his crystal ball, a knight rode up from a distance, whispered a few words to a knight below the stage, and then a squire knight came onto the stage to report, "My Lord, there is a royal secret letter that needs to be viewed with Baron Hamburg!" "Ah? May I see this letter?" Morpheus's heart skipped a beat, and he asked hastily. "The King's verbal message can only be viewed by Your Excellency and Lord Hamburg!" Hoffman's heart skipped a beat, but at this point, he could only follow Fael off the stage. Looking back, he saw that Alice had already been submerged by the frenzied citizens. She could endure this much just to assassinate the Regent? Even as a nymphomaniac, this is too intense...

"Filthy sow, I'm going to shove my cock deep into your mouth right now! Lick me until I cum and I'll reward you with a mouthful of my jizz, hahahaha!" A citizen grabbed Alice's delicate chin, his fleshy member thrusting deep into her inviting, saliva-slicked maw, all the way down to her throat! "No? Ugh, gag?! Why?!!!! Why can't I stop??? Gak-guk-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh???!?!?!" Alice let out a series of chaotic yelps. In an instant, a scorching hot torrent coursed through her body as if it had been pierced, filling her with an intense, trembling arousal. Rolling her eyes, she thrashed her head wildly, emitting animalistic moans from her nostrils. The potent male scent buzzed in her skull, and the pressure in her mouth brought tears to her rolling eyes. *Squelch!* "So tight! So good!!!" The citizen, tightly clasped by her mouth, couldn't help but ejaculate after only a few thrusts. Trembling, he stumbled back, a torrent of white fluid instantly drenching Alice's mouth and face. But no sooner had he retreated than he was pulled away, and several other citizens, crowding in, quickly took his place, taking turns fucking Alice's tight, jizz-filled mouth. "Ugh?! No?? Don't, ah-hng-woo-woo! Woo-ee-ee-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" The scorching white fluid surged down her throat, and the forceful intrusion of their cocks churned Alice's brain into mush. Not to mention the endless caresses and pleasure that had already sent her body into a frenzy of arousal, reaching a peak almost instantly – this time, the pleasure marks were left unchecked. *Splat! Gush!* A tidal wave of fluids gushed from Alice's trembling flower, spraying outwards as her body writhed, a fountain of steaming, lewd liquid splashing onto the surrounding citizens. "Haha, this black-stockinged slut is squirting! So much fluid, come on, drink up!" A citizen, holding Alice's alluring high-heeled feet, laughed as he scooped up a handful of the steaming juice. He then smeared it onto her already wet stockings like black pepper sauce on a steak, and began to suckle them as if they were milk from a collarbone. "Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee?!!?!?! 1" As Alice let out a series of humiliated, lewd howls, the citizens, driven to distraction, saw that there were no more holes to penetrate. So, they all pulled out their cocks and began to rub them all over her delicate body. Needless to say, her tightly clasped, high-heeled, black-stockinged feet were the first to be rubbed by several stiff cocks, which began to caress the tops of her feet and her ankles. Even the gap between her tightly pressed thighs, encased in black stockings, was filled and rubbed by their cocks. Not to mention her ass crack and the roots of her thighs, which were being rubbed back and forth. Besides her nostrils, which were being forcibly widened, cocks were even squeezed into the gaps between her bound arms and her sides. Her swollen mounds were particularly targeted, being rubbed back and forth like rocks being buffeted by waves, and cocks were shoved into the deep沟 between them, moving back and forth. In no time, white fluid sprayed everywhere, coating Alice's bound body as if it had been painted white. "Our turn," the second wave of citizens eagerly pushed forward, caressing Alice's alluring black-stockinged legs, which were bound tightly together and bent back to their limit. Ignoring the fresh, slippery fluids that seemed like soap bubbles, they pulled out their tools and began to thrust them into the gaps between her legs and the ropes. Some even rubbed them against the pale, sticky black stockings on the tops of her feet, attempting to force them into the gap between her feet, which were already slick with white fluid. "Ugh-hng??! No??? My??!! My feet?!" The sensitive, delicate feet were merely held and touched, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body, jolting Alice from her daze. She felt the immense pleasure from the friction ignite her feet, as if her feet themselves had become cocks being constantly rubbed and penetrated. Alice screamed, desperately pressing her high-heeled feet together in an attempt to resist. At this moment, she was incredibly grateful that her feet were tightly bound by ropes, and she even vaguely wished the ropes were tighter, to completely envelop her and prevent further humiliation. But what else could she do but let out even more furious screams and moans from her stuffed mouth? She was powerless to even bite off the ridiculous sizes being shamefully stuffed into her lips. What else could she be but a piece of meat for them to ravage and vent their desires on? Not only that, but Alice's moans, filled with shame and allure, combined with her succubus scent and the splattered bodily fluids, drove the men present into a frenzy. Every man who approached Alice raised his flag. Although the golden ropes prevented the citizens from penetrating her three orifices, her black-stockinged feet and legs, which were being intensely focused on and rubbed back and forth, bore the brunt of their pressure. The citizens pressed their erect cocks against Alice's tightly clenched black-stockinged legs. Her impossibly long and alluring black-stockinged high-heeled legs were as smooth and silky as congealed jade. Some even inserted their cocks into the bend of her knees, created by her tightly bound legs, and rubbed them there. The exquisite sensation of being surrounded and rubbed from all sides by her tender leg skin, encased in incredibly smooth black stockings, caused the citizen experimenting with this new method to ejaculate. The hot, tight, skin-burning sensation pressed against her delicate leg skin, almost causing ripples in her flesh. The tingling, aching stimulation spread throughout her body with the friction of her legs, causing goosebumps and a shiver of revulsion, making Alice struggle with a mixture of arousal and despair. The pitiable Alice was like a cookie filling, surrounded by over a dozen citizens who rubbed and molested her. Every inch of her skin was pressed against by the men's cocks, and the hot, fleshy friction, along with the constant buzzing vibration in her flower, sent waves of numbness, pain, and arousal through her entire body. She moaned continuously, desperately twisting her waist, which was squeezed out from between the ropes in a horse's hind leg position. Her black-stockinged legs and slutty feet, tightly bound and unable to struggle, writhed and twisted, her struggles like a piece of meat in a butcher's box only served to further arouse the men who were pleasuring her. "Hahaha, you black-stockinged sow, let's all go at it!" The crowd, their blood boiling, pressed even closer against Alice's body, simultaneously spraying their thick, hot, white torrents. Just as Alice felt the scorching ocean of cocks sending waves of numbness and arousal to her very core, the intense vibration in her flower once again sent her to the clouds. "Hoo-oh-oh-oh-oh!!!!!" In that moment, lewd cries and cheers mingled, and fluids and white liquid became one. The sun slowly set over the square, echoing with Alice's desperate, humiliated, yet ecstatic wolf howls, the citizens' excited shouts and cheers, and the ceaseless, vibrating hum.