Tivat Hunting Guide] ⑥ Ganryuu Chapter ||| Bound Fairy Beasts

It has been almost a year since the disappearance of Liyue's Jade Chamber Star. So much has happened in this year, be it the resurgence of the Vortex God, the fall of Morax, or the awakening and subsequent slumber of Azhdaha, all of it has slowly faded with the passage of time, eroding the memories of this bustling port city towards the proud, meticulous, and duty-bound purple-haired young woman... On the smooth wall, etched with intricate runes, a square black box with a phoenix feather pattern trembled slightly. The black box was cast from a special alloy, with a matte finish that diffused a faint white sheen. The deep purple phoenix feather pattern was intricately carved onto the finely textured surface of the box. The briefcase was not large, at most as wide as an adult's back. The seams of the box were secured by several clasps, each with two exquisite purple-gold small locks hanging above and below. The closed box was casually hung on the wall, like a common decorative craft in a Liyue household. The matte black briefcase trembled slightly, its surface rubbing against the wall with a faint "rustling" sound. A faint "whimper" emanated from the gap in the box, but by now, that faint whimper had long since become indistinct, dissipating into the spacious room, no longer detectable by anyone. Beside the spacious and comfortable luxury bed, a square safe, which looked extremely heavy just by looking at it, was placed somewhat incongruously. The safe was covered with a deep purple velvet cloth and was used as a nightstand. A thin layer of fine dust covered the knob on the heavy iron door of the safe, which was engraved with precise scales and numbers. Clearly, no matter what 'treasure' was hidden inside this safe, its owner had not opened it for a long time. The 'treasure' inside was thus sealed in time, neglected, and gradually forgotten... no matter how sought-after and 'priceless' she was in the past. The chandelier in the air gradually lit up, two circular tubes illuminating the dim room. The cold tubes were deeply embedded in the full, fair breasts, and the bright white light gradually illuminated the swollen, bruised flesh. Fine blood vessels and veins on the surface of the engorged breasts, illuminated by the light, emitted a faint white glow. A painful moan "呜呜" arose, like the chirping of insects in the morning, awakening the owner of the room to a beautiful day. Lying on a pair of soft, plump, firm, and compact fleshy thighs, a delicate, handsome, and slightly bewitching face was deeply imprinted on the taut, smooth black silk. Drool filled almost an entire trembling thigh, while hands and feet hugged a slightly wriggling purple silk "cushion" that constantly emitted hoarse moans from its throat. The slender silk legs were slender yet elastic. Even after a full year of inactivity, under the authority of the demon god Leonette's Book of Restraint, the full-figured purple silk long legs showed no signs of muscle atrophy. The slender silk arms were as slender and long as they were a year ago, well-proportioned and agile. The elastic muscle lines, even after a year, were still elastic beneath the glossy purple silk long gloves, and the muscle contours left by years of strenuous training with bow and arrow could be clearly felt. The two slender beautiful legs were tightly pressed together, and the arms were bound behind the back in an inverted prayer position; the still-developing breasts were rudely pulled out from the chest like two small, tender buns, with pink nipples and areolas adorned with breast rings, and the engorged, erect small nipples were further adorned with two deep purple, jewel-like breast rings. A thick, fake penis gag that reached deep into the throat was held in the mouth. The uneven surfaces of the fake penis gag were carefully filled with a special gel. The nasal cavity was plugged with a specially made sound-absorbing nasal plug, and a pair of eyes were tightly covered by a deep purple eye mask embroidered with a spreading night raven. The golden long hair was lustrous and smooth, and two black hair ties were used to create two playful golden side ponytails. The purple silk cushion in her arms trembled slightly, wriggled, and struggled, emitting weak "呜呜" moans of despair from its filled mouth. And on the opposite side of the bed, perhaps because the owner of the room was lazy and did not close it, the open wardrobe contained two more 'replacement' silk stocking cushions, hanging without any dignity. They were bound in the same way as the trembling, wriggling purple silk cushion on the bed, with their arms bound behind their backs in an inverted prayer position, their legs bound tightly together, their mouths stuffed with fake penis gags, their nasal cavities plugged with nasal plugs, and their eyes covered with eye masks. Their anuses were plugged with corresponding colored gem [X_X], and their urethras were also filled. A purifying slime that absorbed waste was stuffed into their stomachs... The only difference between them and the constantly wriggling purple silk cushion on the bed was that the remaining two cushions were one wearing thick, soft, pure white stockings adorned with small flower patterns, and the other wearing thick, supple, smooth red thigh-high stockings. Their legs were folded upwards, their ankles were firmly fixed to the elbow bindings with hooks at zero distance, their wrists were bound and fixed to their necks with ropes, and the hooks connecting their ankles and elbows were hung on the hooks in the wardrobe. The two spare cushions swayed and twisted their bodies, struggling, their exposed small breasts adorned with breast rings gently swaying, their pale, soft lips holding the gags and penises, emitting hoarse, desperate, and weak cries. They were once the priestess of prayer and the scout knight of the Knights of Favonius, but... a year later, they were merely two spare cushions in the demon god's wardrobe. The future, dreams, glory, and emotions that once belonged to them had all vanished. Along with their dignity and humanity, they had become the source of all their pain under the demon god's greedy chewing, those hoarse cries filled with despair and pain... screams. It had also been a year since their disappearance. Everything from the past was still so vivid and wonderful in their minds, not faded by the power of authority, not even a trace of fading... Those colorful scenes from the past were so clear, as if they could be touched by reaching out...

"So, Sister Xiaoqian, you worry too much... If you find it troublesome, I can just hire more maids from outside. After they clean the dungeon and the house, I'll just throw them into the dungeon and let you train them~" "Like the clothes I casually left in the study just now... those disposable consumables~ Whatever you want to do with them and how you want to train them, Sister~" "Besides... aren't I afraid that slut will catch a cold tonight? That's why I left her some clothes to use as a blanket... Who told her to dress so provocatively? Every time I'm with her, I can't control myself and things get out of hand—" "Hmm? Speaking of cleaning and tidying... Sister Xiaoqian—I've been in seclusion researching ancient texts for a while... I'm afraid I've neglected that fairy..." "I wonder how things have been with Master during this time? Has she been eating well, resting well? Or perhaps~ without her disciples, she's lonely and throwing a tantrum again?" Her youthful skin was tender and sensual, soft and yielding to the touch, with a dense texture. The rounded surface of her skin was covered by a thick layer of white printed velvet stockings. The white material was soft, and fine down covered the surface of her beautiful legs, enhancing the exquisite feel of Barbara's two tender, silken legs, making them irresistible to the touch. Her dewy skin was so delicate it seemed it would break with a touch, smooth and fine, encased in thick white printed velvet stockings. Barbara's pair of shapely, slender, and vibrant young legs felt smooth and soft, with an added touch of density and firmness. His palms sank deep into Barbara's delicate, full, round-curved, and plump white-stockinged thighs. The fine down on the white printed stockings, like the tender fur of a kitten, 'intimately' caressed Changye's long, slender fingertips. Regardless of how long he had been immersed in the study of mechanical arts, after countless mechanical experiments and completing the ritual of ascension to become a demon god, Changye's long fingers remained delicate, showing no signs of wear. Not to mention the calluses on the fingertips of someone who worked constantly, Changye's fingers showed no signs of even rough skin. "Wuwu... wuwu... mmm... wuwu... wuwu..." Barbara was bound in the same position as Fischl, her tender legs tightly secured by several loops of rope. Flexible rope loops bound her ankles, the base of her thighs, and the two joints above and below her knees, all encased in thick white velvet stockings. Whether it was truly as Huanhuan remembered, when she angered Changye during the training, the ropes binding Barbara's entire body showed no mercy, but rather, as if dealing with a mortal enemy, dug deeply into her flesh. Her ankles, thighs, the areas above and below her knees, her elbows, and even her wrists—the tightened ropes dug deeply into the skin of the poor little priestess. If her life force had not already been imprisoned by the Book of Chains, under such cruel restraints, Barbara's limbs would have suffered from poor circulation and complete necrosis within a day. However, thanks to the demon god's authority, after her life and vitality were suppressed, even after being bound like this for over half a year, Barbara's limbs remained full and vibrant, brimming with the unique youthful vitality of a maiden. It was a pity that the poor little prayer priestess, bound like this, truly couldn't move at all. Forget moving her legs or shaking her arms... her legs were folded and hung upside down behind her, her ankles tied to her elbows, her wrists pressed tightly against her collar, and her fingers secured by finger cuffs... her tensed knees revealed a faint rosy pink, and the delicate, exquisite white silk 'pillow' was securely hung on the side of the wardrobe. Her body, which should have exuded youthful vitality, was stretched to its limit, even her slightest movements were incredibly weak. Changye's palm caressed her warm, soft, tensed thighs. Barbara writhed, her tensed body only trembling slightly, before letting out a long, weak moan from her mouth, no louder than the "shasha" sound of Amber struggling with her stockings and ropes nearby. The moan was hoarse and utterly weak, filled with exhaustion and despair. Even the gagging and retching sounds instinctively produced by the pressure on her throat and penis were barely perceptible, as if nonexistent. Her platinum blonde, glossy twin tails swayed gently. The tightly fitted blue blindfold was embroidered with the magnificent crest of the Knights of Favonius Cathedral, its edges slightly damp. A long penis filled her tender mouth, its edges sealed with a special gel. Her round, cute nose was plugged with sound-dampening earplugs. Barbara, processed into a pillow, had long lost all human dignity, no different from Fischl on the bed earlier, reduced to an ordinary object, no longer possessing her own life. Her sole purpose of existence was for her master's use. And when she was not being used, she was casually stored in the wardrobe like any other object, completely disregarding that they were once living humans with vibrant emotions, dreams, and lives, just like Changye and Xiaoqian.

"Hoo, finally fixed... Honestly, Master, you need to take better care of your trophies. The milk dispenser always leaks, and it needs regular repairs. Otherwise, the water will soak your trophies, and it would be such a waste if they got moldy!" After finishing the repairs on Lisa's trophy display case, Xiao Qian finally looked up. The two-meter-tall cabinet was divided into five levels. The first level sealed Lisa's head, which twitched slightly, shaking and trembling as it emitted weak moans. The once eloquent mouth of this knowledgeable and alluring witch was now tightly stuffed, the phallus fitting snugly, leaving no room for air; her eyes were covered by a purple leather eyepatch embroidered with deep purple roses. Her flaxen hair, tied with a purple rose ribbon, lay on the platform, where Barbara's West-Wind Cathedral scriptures and Amber's adventure diary were placed, along with Fischl's black eyepatch. The second level contained Lisa's breasts, connected to two intricate-looking milk extractors, which served as the milk dispenser's outlets. Every morning, Xiao Qian would collect a cup of hot milk from here, waking Chang Ye from his beautiful dreams. The third level sealed Lisa's buttocks and her tightly clenched thighs. Master Chang Ye's 'relics' were placed here: a pair of openwork finger guards supported by red gold, a pair of dark blue silk wrist guards adorned with gold, and a hairpin that originally adorned the back of her head, resembling a crane's feather. The ornate accessories that once adorned the Lord of the Winds, the Traveler of the Clouds, now lay quietly on the third level of the trophy cabinet, beside Lisa's plump thighs, wrapped in purple-grey stockings and trembling slightly as they were held together. The fourth level sealed Lisa's constantly twitching knees, revealing hints of alluring flesh, also pressed together and bound by two circles of rope. On this level were Sucrose's glasses, Xingqiu's tassel ornaments, Keqing's hairpin, and Beidou's three long golden hairpins. The last level, naturally, sealed Lisa's tiptoed jade feet and her rounded, full calves. Her raised feet were constantly being tickled by mechanisms at the bottom of the cabinet, causing her body to tremble. Fortunately, all of Lisa's potential leakage points, whether her urethra or anus, were sealed. So, no matter how much she itched, the former witch, on the verge of climax, wouldn't leak a single drop of urine. This level held Lisa's lantern, Diona's cocktail shaker, Rosaria's sharp gauntlets, and Jean's heroic, azure blue handguards. The two-meter-tall trophy cabinet was densely packed, filled with trophies from various female slaves. Four shelves strictly confined Lisa's graceful and voluptuous body, forcing her to stand on tiptoe, twisting forever, never able to rest, but also... never able to succumb. "If you're looking for a body pillow, isn't that box on the wall perfect...?" Following Xiao Qian's gaze, Chang Ye saw a black box hanging on the wall, its frosted exterior etched with phoenix feather patterns, secured by four small locks. The box trembled slightly, rubbing against the wall with a "shasha" sound. Chang Ye couldn't forget the woman inside; she was the one who made him flee Liyue like a dog. Releasing her from the box to see the light of day and become a mere body pillow would be too lenient for her! "Or perhaps..." Xiao Qian changed the subject, "What about that little chef from Wanmin Restaurant?" "She's not wearing stockings, but her legs are quite fleshy. She'd make a decent body pillow, quality-wise~" "Or perhaps that little adeptus? I heard some people from Fontaine have arrived in Mondstadt recently, and that little lawyer has been causing quite a stir with them." "Ayyy~~ Sister Xiao Qian, you know I'm very lazy—after waking up late every day, I either have to study ancient texts or craft mechanical devices. And at night, I can't resist playing with a few flesh slaves..." "And then the whole day is gone..." A long, helpless sigh fell. The handsome youth, despairing of his daily schedule, showed a "die unrepentant" attitude towards the maid's scolding behind him. Not only did he not appreciate her efforts, but he intensified his torment of the soft, smooth silk-clad foot he held in his palm, allowing the silky, tender, snow-white foot to writhe and shake in panic under his kneading. As his fingers provocatively tickled, her already agitated body, trembling from the painful stimulation, writhed even more uncontrollably from the intense itch. Even her panicked cries from her lips carried a strong, unbearable laughter, escaping her cherry lips in a mixture of agony and shame. His sharp fingernails, thus, scraped against the slippery, sensitive silk-clad foot of the fluffy silk pillow, causing her soft silk feet to visibly curl and stretch desperately. As a result, the jade feet wrapped in milky white stockings became vaguely defined with the stretching of the silk, revealing ten small toes coated in crystal nail polish, clearly defined. They would sometimes stand erect, pulling at the stockings, and sometimes curl tightly together, causing large folds to appear on the silky stockings. Simultaneously, the intense itching stimulation made her silk feet twitch incessantly, so much so that her beautiful legs, bound tightly by ropes, could not resist the intense itch. They could only let out a series of clear, oriole-like whimpers, mixed with an undeniable and utterly shameful laughter, as if she were a toy in the youth's hands. With just a few provocations from him, her body couldn't help but produce intense emotional fluctuations... Just like a long time ago, when she was trained to be a docile and obedient little cat, supporting herself on her arms and legs, with no dignity...

Only, that should be like a dream like fantasy to bring the appreciation of the person's beautiful memory of the appearance, whether it is in the memory of the cold and beautiful as spring water like clear column of emerald eyes; or as if the gelatin white jade like white. Whether it is the memory of the cold emerald eyes like spring water; or as if the white jade like white. skin; or coated with Fei color special lip gloss plump lips; at this moment, are a variety of constraints props bound tightly - from the outside world, the beauty of. From the outside looking in, the original beautiful face that people can never forget after reading, are now because of the sex. From the outside, her original beautiful face was unforgettable after reading it, but at the moment, because of the various kinds of sex. The props of fun, her original temperament will be rendered obscene. She was originally a floating fairy that people respected from the bottom of their hearts, but now she only knows how to whimper and whimper, panting and seducing the crowd. The only thing she knows at the moment is whimpering and whining, gasping for breath and charming all the people. The Wicked Witch ...... The star-colored eyes of Fei Fei were covered tightly by a pair of pitch-black leather eyepatches, and the binding leather . The straps extended backward from the sides of the eyes, knotted and bound to the beauty . The back of the human fairy's head, so that the corners of her eyes were originally coated with a red emerald color . The beautiful starry eyes that were originally coated with reddish emerald color eye shadow and could clearly see into people's hearts were now completely and utterly plunged into endless darkness - no matter how hard she tried. Darkness - no matter how much she struggled, it was impossible to bring back the light to her eyes. Only the red-rimmed glasses, which originally emphasized the beauty of the fairy's intellectual and elegant temperament, remain. Only the red-rimmed glasses that originally set off the fairy's sensual and elegant temperament and beauty are still "dutifully" worn on the bridge of her nose, and she looks inward through the clear lenses. Through the transparent lenses to look inward, but for the beauty. Fairy added a few points of unique Ling. The beauty of abuse. The most important thing is that you have to be able to see it. Beneath her jade-like skin, her high . The bridge of the nose reveals a seductive curve. Tempting curves, but along the curve down to see, a taut. Fitting the bridge of the nose black straps also followed up, like a seal in the fairy's clean forehead above the constraints behind the head, and even the perfect and flawless nose, at the moment by two nose plugs filled to the brim - because of this, at the moment, the inner humiliation and annoyed to the limit of the beauty of the. Fairy of Humanity, no matter how rapid the sound of her gasping and panting was. How rapid and intense the gasping sound was, it could only emit a faintly inaudible and dull breath, which instead made the white and attractive skin of her face become more and more beautiful. Instead, it made the white and attractive skin of the face, because of the long time breathlessness brought about by the suffocation. Breathing pain, rendered on a touch of alarming charming red color. This scenery, not only did not break . This view not only did not break the fairy's original stunning . This view not only didn't ruin the beauty of the fairy's original stunning face. The sense, on the contrary, better into the once cold and clear temperament, bring the moment to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the teenager, eyes unconsciously show. The eyes of the teenager who is enjoying the beautiful scenery at the moment unconsciously show a more infatuated look of quiet appreciation. As for that continuous, because the arrival of teenagers and endless whimpering winks, not only did not let him feel noisy, but as the mountain springs flow to, bird song cries general relaxed and happy. Bathed in beauty. Human fairy's urgent and humiliating whimpering . Sound, the teenager's palm could not help but gently lift up, outlining lightly resting on the beauty . People slender and smooth chin, strong . Forced her to twist and move her head. The young man's palm couldn't help but gently lift up and outline her slender and smooth chin, forcing her to twist her head in a random manner. Her silky ink-colored hair. Her silky ink-colored hair stopped dancing, and her hair was long enough to fall down to her face. It was long enough to fall down to her. The green feathered wings of her legs were long enough to fall down to her . The emerald green feathered shawl at the foot, also soft and smooth tightly. Stick to the slender curve of the demonic. Enchanting back hip place. Soft. Smooth fingers, gently caress. Touching the fairy's whimpering lips, feeling the slight tremor from the urgent whimpering. Feeling the slight tremor from the urgent whimpering, the teenager's fingers playfully teased over the corner of the fairy's lips, gently wiping away the clear saliva that flowed slowly and couldn't be contained, nor swallowed. The young man's finger just teasingly lifted over the corner of the fairy's lips, and gently. Immediately after the finger gently pointing mouth. Between the lips, the emerald orb of the perfect O-shape, the hard nails just brushed against the lips of the fairy, the emerald orb of the perfect O-shape. Hard fingernails brushed the corners of the lips, gently outlining the two black straps that were deeply bound into the cheeks, and then the hard fingernails were brushed over the corners of the lips. Sadistic colors of the emerald harness ball, the teenager is so fond and obsessed with the soft voice of the opening. "Doesn't seem to be very well behaved ah ...... my dear master - you see these saliva, all put your corset wet. Through na~" "Apprentice this period of time is busy turning over the books you left behind, for a moment, but some of the cold left out of the master you - really sorry ah ~ know that master your heart, but the most afraid of loneliness, most looking forward to us disciples, from time to time to come to the cave of the Ozang Mountain and you get together is! ......" "Heh heh - don't worry don't worry ~ even if Master . Sister and Second Master. Even if Master... Sister and Second Master... Sister, who have been living in Li Yue Harbor for a long time, have not returned yet, I will still be in this cave, to accompany you properly, to serve you..." "Cluck cluck cluck - Master ~~ you are really mouth is not the heart of arrogance na ...... obviously mouth said do not like the disciple to send you a gift ...... in fact ~ This is not all the time, have been good to contain her in the mouth . In, day and night with your immortal saliva nourishing. Moisturize it?" The words fell, accompanied by the beautiful . With the words falling, along with the beautiful fairy once again letting out a shy whimper of indignation, the teenager's fingers gently coated the corners of her moist lips, and then did not shy away from her. The corner of her moist lips, and then unashamedly put his fingers deep into her mouth. Then he unashamedly put his fingers deep into the mouth, and sucked the clear saliva that contained the immortal's cold and elegant scent into his mouth. Sucking and licking in the mouth. After licking the clear and cold scented saliva, the young man let go of the immortal's hand. After sucking it, the teenager then released the fairy's slender jaw that was struggling fiercely, and turned to caressing . Touching. The young man let go of the fairy's slender jaw, and turned to caress her slender, snow-white neck. The symbol of confinement and slavery. The rocky yellow collar that symbolizes captivity and slavery. Color collar gently tugging, the collar after the taut binding of the golden chain, also followed the tugging slightly shaking, and beauty. Behind a large number of people, the body is covered with dense arcane runes of the same type of chains collide with each other, emitting a sound of gold and iron intertwined with the crisp clanking sound. A dark golden rune suddenly appeared from the air, and quickly dissipated like ripples on the surface of the water. The dark golden runes were entwined with a wisp of lime green, symbolizing the True Lord Borrowing Wind and Staying Clouds, and as if symbolizing the untouchable self . The dark golden runes are mixed with a twisted black color, from the Ruoduo Dragon King's gift, the talisman to deal with the immortal power, and the abyss given, belongs to the special seal of the Long Night God's character, in another level of seamless, rigorous and delicate sealing Borrowing the wind to stay in the cloud of the monstrous immortal power of the True Lord. Crafted exclusively from special emerald jade, the form yang . The surface of the phallus was lifelike, yet it was strewn with many, many, many uneven, tiny tentacles, bumps, long jade. The long jade stem was smooth and hard. Hard, warm and moist, fixed at the other end of the emerald green harness mouth ball, deeply inserted. Into the 'very chatty' sandalwood mouth of True Lord Borrowed Wind Staying Cloud . In. The long jade pressed against her tongue . Head, long . Drive . . straight . It not only filled her tongue, even though she was an immortal, it was still delicate and sensitive. Even though she was an immortal, she was still delicate and sensitive. Not only did it fill that mouth that was still delicate and sensitive even though she was an immortal, but it also opened up the throat of Reu Yun Zhen Jun, so that whenever she wanted to speak or argue for something, the jade stem would be covered with bumps and tentacles of all sizes on the surface of the stem. Whenever she wanted to speak or argue, the bumps and tentacles all over the surface of her penis would be opened up, and her delicate, sensitive, and sensitive mouth would be opened up. Tender and sensitive. Tender and sensitive, the throat rubbed against the throat. In a split second, as an immortal, the strong regurgitation that should no longer be there would spurt out. Therefore, in that one sound of delicate . . Therefore, in the sound of the delicate, charming and lustful whimpering, if one listens carefully, one can even hear the uncontrolled dry heaving and coughing of this noble Immortal. The uncontrollable dry heaving and coughing of this noble immortal can even be heard if one listens carefully. The sound is short and crisp, like a small beast, all without the immortal's usual not to be profaned. Blasphemy, but unexpectedly with a touch of cute, people have a feeling of love. That specially customized for the master, carved jade. Stem, is the long night mouth. In the gift to borrow the wind to stay in the clouds true gentleman, was she contained in the mouth. In her mouth, immortal saliva soaked day and night, sucking. Sucking, 'love not to let go of the mouth' gift.

"Mmm... so smooth... it truly feels wonderful—I'd almost forgotten the last time I shook hands with you, Gan Yu..." Wiping his mouth with a complete lack of decorum, Chang Ye, after slowly and securely binding Gan Yu's slender wrists, spent the long night swallowing and gently caressing her soft, jade-like hands. He reveled in the smooth sensation of her skin encased in black silk, unable to help but marvel internally at how such soft, seemingly delicate hands could effortlessly draw a bowstring and unleash powerful, ice-cold arrows. The blue and white armbands, embroidered with magnificent cloud patterns, clung perfectly to Gan Yu's fair, slender arms. Smooth, black silk gloves extended from her upper arms down to her flawless jade hands, encasing even her ten long fingers. Not a sliver of skin was exposed, yet an indescribable, alluring temptation emanated from the veiled contours of her knuckles. His smooth palm now enveloped Gan Yu's soft, black-silk-clad jade hand. As their fingers intertwined, he felt the alluring temptation of her warm, smooth touch, urging Chang Ye to tighten his grip on the ropes. He bound her seemingly harmless, slender arms securely, constricting her forearms, upper arms, and elbows. Then, he hoisted Gan Yu's bound hands high above her head, pulling them tight against her neck and shoulder blades before cinching the short ropes, firmly securing her black-silk-clad hands and arms to the bell collar around her neck. This way, even if the sweetly slumbering "Yakshasa" were to suddenly awaken and struggle to break free from the bindings on her arms, she would only experience intense [X_X] from the tightening ropes and collar, forcing her to abandon any thoughts of violent escape. Thus, those slender, soft arms, capable of easily unleashing frost arrows, would paradoxically become the greatest obstacle to this immortal beast beauty's future escape. Chang Ye then fastened a specially made collar around Gan Yu's neck. It was crafted using Fatui technology and the foundations of Rex Lapis's immortal arts, identical to the one previously used to control his master's immortal power. The golden collar was engraved with intricate patterns. Its crimson-gold hue, upon closer inspection, revealed delicate, minute black and red纹理. Removing Gan Yu's bull bell ornament, Chang Ye placed the collar on her fair neck. With a crisp "click," the collar locked, then automatically tightened, pressing snugly against the delicate skin of Gan Yu's fair neck. The collar tightened slightly, creating folds on the master disciple's neck. "As expected~ After much thought, your original bell collar truly suits your temperament best, Gan Yu..." In her dream, Gan Yu's brows furrowed slightly, her red lips trembling, but only a muffled groan escaped her throat. The collar's transformation was not yet complete. As it tightened and conformed to Gan Yu's skin, the intricate, uneven patterns on the unknown golden material gradually filled with an icy blue light. As if water filling a channel, the collar's indentations were filled with an icy blue glow. The icy blue immortal power quickly lost its radiance, solidifying on the collar's surface and transforming into elegant, exquisite blue patterns. Seeing that the collar had successfully sealed the master disciple's immortal power, Chang Ye nodded with satisfaction. He then reattached the bull bell to the collar and tied Gan Yu's securely bound hands, fixed behind her in a reverse prayer posture, to the collar. The black-silk-clad wrists, pressed together, fit seamlessly against the fair neck and golden collar. Her body was forced to stretch, her chest pushed forward. Perhaps due to a long period of inactivity, as Chang Ye secured Gan Yu's wrists and positioned her arms, the unconscious immortal beast stirred uncomfortably, twitching her arms. While still asleep, with the round gag in her mouth, she let out a slightly displeased mumble. "Mmmph... uh... mmmph..." Who knows what the master disciple was dreaming about~ Her elegant, slender arms were bound behind her, her long-unused body stretched. The black-silk-clad back outlined smooth, beautiful curves. Her arms could no longer be spread, bound by ropes at her wrists, elbows, forearms, and upper arms, creating uneven bulges. Her slender fingers, long and delicate like scallion segments, encased in black silk, could no longer draw a bow and shoot arrows of extreme cold. Gan Yu's arms were neatly tucked behind her back. Seen from the front, she appeared like a woman without arms. The white gag stretched her clean white teeth. Chang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as he carefully removed Gan Yu's square Vision from her waist and placed it into an isolation device, carefully storing it away. Thus, with her immortal power and elemental power gone, the master disciple was no different from an ordinary mortal, save for her more supple and firm physique. For a moment, gazing at the unconscious master disciple, Chang Ye recalled the pitiful, delicate, and sweet black-silk confection from the previous night. He vaguely remembered that even when he finally used that woman as a coat rack for the master disciple, she had looked at him with a weak and pitiful expression, just as his master disciple did now. He surveyed her from top to bottom, then slightly adjusted, tightening the ropes to press Gan Yu's shoulder blades closer together. Her black-silk-clad wrists pressed even more tightly against the golden collar. The golden ropes even slid deeper into her fair skin, digging into the master disciple's delicate and soft flesh, making her silk-clad arms, covered by sleeves and gloves, appear more uneven and fit more snugly... The space between her arms was sealed shut, leaving no room for even a single strand of hair to [X_X]. With this adjustment complete, Gan Yu's upper body was forced to straighten and tense, unable to relax. Even in her dreams, the master disciple, with the gag in her mouth, held her head high and chest out, pushing forward her full, round breasts to accentuate their alluring silhouette. Her graceful waist twisted slightly, her arms firmly bound behind her, unmoving. Her fingers twitched. Upon closer observation, it was evident that even in her sleep, the intense discomfort of her body caused Gan Yu to furrow her delicate brows, emitting continuous grunts and moans from her throat. "Mmmph... ooh... mmmph..." "They're so beautiful... beautiful women are always so alluring, no matter how they're bound—and with your Qilin horns... *hiss*... I've wanted to touch them for so long~ But you never let me touch them before, master disciple." "Rustle... rustle..." Amidst the rustling sound of smooth fingers rubbing together and the gulping sound of swallowing, Chang Ye, after meticulously inspecting the ropes on Gan Yu's wrists and slender arms, gazed with shining eyes at the beautiful immortal maiden in his arms, specifically at the two curved horns on her head, covered in complex red and black patterns. Her smooth, deep blue hair, tied in a dashing, high ponytail, cascaded softly onto Chang Ye's body and arms, completely concealing the bindings on Gan Yu's arms and back. This allowed Chang Ye, his hands parting the smooth strands of hair, to finally raise them impatiently. After patting his master disciple's head, he took one horn in each hand, unceremoniously gripping the "Yakshasa's" horns and idly playing with them. Whether it was the immortal beast maiden's fatigue from prolonged sleeplessness or the surprisingly effective mixed pheromones Chang Ye had applied, even as she indulged his touch on her precious, sensitive horns with a look of ecstasy, she showed no signs of waking, despite her bound arms. Only her slightly moving lips occasionally emitted soft, bell-like murmurs and delicate moans. "Huh? You're still not awake... How long have you been awake? Gan Yu..."