How could a high-strung student president like self-bondage?

Lin Yi sat at his desk in his dorm room at Yunhai University, a textbook on "Computer Networks Fundamentals" open before him, but not a single word registered. His gaze kept drifting to the corner of the desk, where an unassuming notebook lay. Its cover was plain blue, but its pages were filled with diagrams and instructions for various knots and ties. This was his secret, a hobby he kept hidden, one not readily accepted by society: rope art. He enjoyed studying the texture, tension, and aesthetic beauty of ropes, especially when imagining them wrapped around a human body. Such forbidden fantasies always made his heart race, but they remained just fantasies. He knew all too well that this interest was difficult to even speak of in reality, let alone put into practice. Lin Yi was a sophomore majoring in Computer Science. Twenty years old, of average appearance, standing at 1.75 meters, with slightly messy short hair. His grades were mediocre, his personality introverted and gentle, and he was generally not good at socializing, blending into the background in any crowd. He didn't have any particularly close friends, and his free time was mostly spent in his dorm coding or secretly poring over his rope art materials. University life had been as plain as water for him, until that day, when everything changed. It was a Friday afternoon, just after the last class of "Data Structures." The classroom was buzzing with noise as students packed their bags and discussed their weekend plans. Lin Yi sat in the back row, idly twirling a pen in his hand, his gaze wandering aimlessly out the window. Sunlight dappled the tree-lined path on campus, shadows swayed, and the autumn breeze carried a hint of coolness. He was contemplating whether to head back to his dorm to play games when the sound of crisp footsteps at the classroom door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up. It was Xia Qing, the Vice President of the Yunhai University Student Union. She was wearing the standard uniform: a white shirt paired with a dark blue skirt, and a fitted black blazer. Her demeanor was capable and coolly elegant. Xia Qing was a junior, a prominent figure on campus, not only excelling academically and possessing striking looks but also known for her aloofness. She walked with firm steps, her face always bearing an expression that kept people at a distance, as if she were born to look down upon others from a high place. Xia Qing walked directly to the front of the classroom and stopped beside Ye Chenxi's seat. Ye Chenxi was a member of the Literature Club, a freshman, quiet and introverted, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. She was packing her books when she looked up and offered a shy smile as Xia Qing approached. "Chenxi, have you finished the draft for the Literature Club's lecture next week?" Xia Qing's voice was clear and cold, with an undeniable authority. "I have, Sister Xia Qing. I'll review it again tonight, and I can give it to you over the weekend," Ye Chenxi replied softly, her earlobes flushing slightly as she lowered her head, clearly a little nervous. Xia Qing nodded, gave a few brief instructions, and turned to leave. The moment she turned, Lin Yi's gaze inadvertently swept over her left wrist – there was a faint red mark, long and regular, as if it had been caused by a rope. He froze, the pen in his hand clattering onto the desk with a soft sound. "A rope mark?" Lin Yi's heart jolted. His eyes widened, almost doubting what he had seen. Xia Qing seemed to sense something, paused, and quickly pulled down her sleeve, covering her wrist. In that instant, her gaze swept across the classroom, cold and sharp, as if warning someone not to pry. Lin Yi quickly lowered his head and pretended to read, his heart pounding uncontrollably. After she left the classroom, Lin Yi remained in his seat, his mind in turmoil. The red mark was seared into his memory, like a brand. He tried to convince himself, "It can't be... someone like Xia Qing, how could she have a rope mark? I must have seen it wrong, I definitely saw it wrong." Xia Qing was the perfect goddess on campus, aloof, excellent, disciplined. How could she possibly be associated with a niche and taboo hobby like rope art? Lin Yi shook his head, forcing himself to suppress the questions in his heart. His interest was not accepted by the masses, and even he felt ashamed to speak of it, let alone associate it with someone else. But despite that, the image kept replaying in his mind, preventing him from finding peace. After school, the campus gradually quieted down. The sun was setting, painting the sky with a fiery orange. Most people had left the teaching buildings, with only a few classrooms still lit. Lin Yi slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked alone down the corridor, his steps hesitant. He had intended to go straight back to his dorm, but a voice in his heart urged him: go and confirm, even if it's just a distant glance. He knew the Student Union office was on the third floor, and Xia Qing, as Vice President, often worked late. He had never dared to speak to someone like Xia Qing before, but today, that rope mark was like an invisible thread, pulling him towards the unknown. "She should still be in the office..." Lin Yi murmured to himself, and inexplicably, he headed towards the third floor. The third-floor corridor was empty, with only the echo of footsteps. The door to the Student Union office was ajar, casting a soft light. Lin Yi tiptoed closer to the door, held his breath, and peered inside. Xia Qing was indeed inside. She sat at her desk, typing intently on her keyboard, with several documents spread out before her. Her blazer was casually draped over the back of her chair, revealing her fair arm – the rope mark was clearly visible, even clearer than it had been in the afternoon. The red mark snaked around her wrist, as if it had been made recently, the edges still slightly inflamed. Lin Yi stood at the doorway, frozen. He felt a surge of heat rush to his brain, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. In that moment, he was both shocked and excited, countless images flashing through his mind: ropes binding, tightening, leaving marks... He forced himself to stop these thoughts, but his body trembled uncontrollably. "She... really is..." Lin Yi couldn't believe his eyes. Xia Qing, that aloof Student Union Vice President, had such a mark? Did she do it herself, or did someone else? The thought grew like a weed in his heart. Just then, Xia Qing seemed to sense movement at the door and looked up abruptly. Her gaze locked precisely onto Lin Yi, her eyes as cold as ice. "What are you doing here?" Her voice held a hint of panic as she fumbled to grab her blazer and put it on, covering her arm. Lin Yi's mind went blank, and he stammered, "I... I wanted to ask about the activity arrangements for next week." Xia Qing frowned, her tone returning to its usual coolness. "The activity arrangements were sent to the class group long ago. Didn't you see them?" "Oh, right, I forgot." Lin Yi gave an awkward laugh, his gaze involuntarily drifting back to her arm. Xia Qing clearly noticed his gaze, her expression changing slightly. She quickly put on her blazer and tightened her cuffs. She stood up, walked in front of Lin Yi, and asked coldly, "Is there anything else?" "N-no." Lin Yi lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, and turned to leave in a hurry. Outside the office, he leaned against the corridor wall, gasping for air. His heart was still racing, his mind filled with the rope mark on Xia Qing's arm. "What exactly is she doing? Why does she have that kind of mark?" He dared not think further, but a fire was ignited deep within him – a mixture of curiosity and excitement. In the following days, Lin Yi's life outwardly returned to normal. He attended classes, coded, and ate as usual, but the image he had seen that day constantly lingered in his mind. He began to observe Xia Qing secretly. Every time he saw her on campus, he couldn't help but glance at her a few extra times. She was still the same aloof goddess, her words and actions impeccable, as if what he had seen that day was just an illusion. But Lin Yi knew it wasn't an illusion. The rope mark was real, like an unsolved mystery, drawing him closer step by step. He didn't know what secrets Xia Qing was hiding, nor did he know why he felt compelled to investigate. But from that day on, his world began to change – filled with the unknown, excitement, and a hint of dangerous temptation.

Lin Yi's heart tightened, and he quickly untied the rope on her upper arm, loosening it slightly. He carefully adjusted the knot, ensuring it wouldn't dig in too deeply. Xia Qing let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you." Lin Yi smiled and continued to adjust the ropes on other parts of her body, making sure they were both secure and wouldn't cause her harm. Once the binding was complete, he sat opposite Xia Qing, quietly admiring her. She was held firmly to the sofa by the ropes, her hands and feet unable to move, her mouth gagged once more, only low whimpers escaping. Her eyes held a trace of shyness, helplessness, and a hint of fear. Lin Yi's heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction. He had finally realized his dream of binding a girl with his own hands, and it was Xia Qing. He knew this was just the beginning, and many more secrets awaited him in the future. And Xia Qing, too, seemed to have discovered some unknown part of herself through this binding. Lin Yi sat opposite her, his gaze fixed on Xia Qing. The dim, yellow light spilled onto her bound body, her blouse stretched taut by the ropes, outlining the curves of her chest; her dark blue uniform skirt had ridden up slightly due to her posture, revealing her fair thighs. Her ankles, bound by rope, were slender and shapely, the red cotton rope tracing symmetrical marks on her skin. A white cloth was stuffed in her mouth, emitting low, muffled whimpers, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her eyes a mixture of shyness, helplessness, and an indescribable emotion. Lin Yi's heartbeat thundered in his ears, blood surging through his veins. He had never felt the allure of rope bondage so intensely – it was a delicate balance of control and submission, possessing both visual beauty and an internal impact. He looked at Xia Qing's bound form, his throat dry, his fingers unconsciously clenching his pant legs, trying to suppress the surging desire in his heart. "She's truly beautiful..." Lin Yi murmured inwardly, his gaze sliding from her face to her rope-bound arms. That rope mark was no longer an accidental discovery, but an imprint he had left himself. He felt a peculiar sense of fulfillment, as if through these knots, he had established a secret connection with Xia Qing. Xia Qing's eyes flickered slightly. She tried to adjust her position, only to find the ropes holding her firmly to the sofa, rendering her immobile. The sensation of the ropes digging into her skin was both foreign and thrilling. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. She could feel Lin Yi's gaze roaming over her, and the shame of being watched made her cheeks burn even hotter. Yet, she couldn't deny that the restraint of the ropes brought her a strange sense of peace she had never experienced before – as if in the moment of being controlled, she had shed her usual aloofness and pride. Lin Yi stood up, walked to her, and crouched down to meet her gaze. His voice was low and gentle, "How does it feel?" Xia Qing's mouth was still gagged, and she could only emit a muffled "Mmmph" sound. She glared at him, her eyes conveying a hint of protest, yet also a touch of helplessness. Lin Yi chuckled softly and reached out to remove the gag. As the white cloth was taken away, her lips were slightly moist, her gasps audible. "Can... can you loosen it a bit?" Xia Qing's voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor. "My ankles hurt a little." Lin Yi nodded, his tone apologetic, "I'm sorry, I used too much force." He knelt by her feet and carefully untied the knots on her ankles, adjusting the tension. His fingers brushed against her skin, feeling the warmth and slight tremble of her ankles. He re-tied the ropes, deliberately loosening them this time, ensuring they wouldn't be too tight. "How about this?" he asked, looking up. Xia Qing moved her feet and nodded, "Much better." Lin Yi let out a sigh of relief and stood up, then moved behind her to check the knots on her wrists. He noticed her wrists were a little red from being bound for so long, so he gently untied the ropes and massaged her wrists. His movements were soft and careful, as if he were handling a precious piece of porcelain. Xia Qing looked down at his actions, her expression complex. She had expected to hate the feeling of being bound, but when the ropes tightened around her body, she actually felt a strange sense of relaxation. Lin Yi's touch, though it made her shy, also carried a reassuring warmth. She bit her lip and whispered, "You... are quite skilled." Lin Yi paused for a moment, then smiled, "Actually, this is my first time practicing. I've only studied from materials before." Xia Qing looked up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, "Your first time?" Lin Yi nodded, frankly stating, "Yes, I've always been interested in rope bondage, but I never had the chance to try. Today... you've allowed me to realize this idea." Xia Qing was silent for a moment, her gaze shifting away. She murmured, "You're a strange person." Lin Yi chuckled, "Perhaps." Silence fell upon the room, broken only by the交错 of their breaths. Lin Yi sat opposite her, his gaze returning to her. The ropes traced delicate patterns on her body, the buttons of her blouse pressed tightly by the ropes, faintly revealing the lace edge of her bra; her legs beneath the skirt were drawn together due to her posture, their skin glowing softly in the lamplight. He couldn't help but swallow, countless images flashing through his mind, but he forced himself to suppress the impulse – Xia Qing's three conditions acted as an invisible wall, restricting his actions. "How much longer do you want to tie me for?" Xia Qing broke the silence, her tone laced with a hint of impatience. Lin Yi snapped back to attention, glancing at the time. Half an hour had already passed. He asked softly, "Are you tired?" Xia Qing shook her head, "Not yet, I'm just a little unaccustomed to it." Lin Yi hesitated, then proposed, "How about I add some more ropes and try a different binding method?" Xia Qing frowned, asking warily, "What kind of binding method?" Lin Yi picked up a rope and gestured, "I want to try binding your upper body a bit tighter. It won't be too complicated." Xia Qing was silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded, "Alright, but don't use too much force." Lin Yi's heart leaped with joy. He picked up the rope and moved behind her. He looped the rope over her shoulders, crossed it in front of her chest, and then tightened it. The rope formed a symmetrical diamond shape beneath her breasts, the blouse clinging even more closely to her body, accentuating her slender waist and the curves of her bust. His fingers glided over the rope, feeling the warmth of her body and the slight tension in her muscles. His movements were slow and focused, both for aesthetic reasons and to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable. Xia Qing's breathing grew rapid again. The pressure of the ropes sent a strange thrill through her. She tried to adjust her position, only to find herself completely immobile. The sensation of the ropes digging into her skin was both shameful and exhilarating. Her cheeks burned, and she whispered, "Be... gentler." Lin Yi acknowledged her with a sound and lightened his touch. He moved to the front of her to inspect the effect of the knots. Xia Qing's upper body was more securely fixed by the ropes, her blouse almost bursting open, and her skirt had ridden up slightly due to her posture, revealing more of her thighs. Her helpless appearance made Lin Yi's heart race. A flicker of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly averted his gaze and asked softly, "Are you okay?" Xia Qing bit her lip and whispered, "I'm alright." Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, sat opposite her, and quietly admired her appearance. The red of the ropes created a stark contrast with her uniform. Her hands were tied behind her back, her feet together, her body held immobile on the sofa by the ropes. Her eyes held a hint of shyness and resistance, yet also a touch of compliance. As minutes ticked by, Lin Yi felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. He had finally put his hobby into practice, and Xia Qing, the aloof vice president of the student council, had actually agreed to be his "test subject." Looking at her, a complex mix of emotions surged within him – both the [X_X] of conquest and respect for her. "Are you really not afraid I'll tell anyone about this?" Lin Yi suddenly asked, his tone laced with a hint of probing. Xia Qing looked up, her eyes cold, "You dare to say a word and see what happens." Lin Yi smiled, "I won't. I'm just curious, why did you agree?"

Lin Yi approached her, his gaze locked onto hers. "The bed is more comfortable, and more suitable. Don't worry, I know your limits." His tone was calm, yet carried an unyielding weight. Xia Qing clutched the hem of her skirt, her fingertips digging into her palms. She wanted to refuse, but the photos in Lin Yi's hand were a threat she couldn't ignore. Gritting her teeth, she whispered, "Okay." The sound was barely squeezed from her throat. Lin Yi led her into the bedroom. The room was small, the bed neatly made, the grey sheets soft under the lamplight. Xia Qing stood by the bed, her hands unconsciously gripping her dress, her gaze darting around. Lin Yi picked up a rope and commanded in a low voice, "Sit." Xia Qing hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together, hands resting on her knees. Her dress slid up slightly with the posture, revealing a sliver of skin above her knee. Lin Yi squatted in front of her, picked up the rope, and began to wrap it around her ankles. The rope was soft yet strong. As it circled her ankles, it tightened slightly, bringing a familiar sense of pressure. Xia Qing looked down at the symmetrical knot tied around her ankles. The texture of the rope made her ankles feel slightly warm. Lin Yi's fingers occasionally brushed against her calves, the coolness mingling with the friction of the rope, and her body involuntarily shivered. Her breathing grew shallow, her heartbeat a clear drum in her ears. "Relax," Lin Yi's voice was deep, but his hands didn't stop. He tied her feet together, then wrapped the rope upwards around her calves, forming a simple diamond pattern. Xia Qing's skirt was lifted slightly, revealing more of her thighs. The grey hem of the dress contrasted sharply with the red rope. With her feet bound, Lin Yi stood up, picked up another rope from the bedside, and walked behind her. "Hands behind your back." Xia Qing bit her lip and slowly brought her hands behind her. Lin Yi wrapped the rope around her wrists and gently tightened it, the rope leaving faint marks on her skin. She could feel the rough texture of the rope chafing her wrists, her fingers curling slightly, unable to break free. Lin Yi's movements were practiced and slow, as if he were savoring the process. After tying her wrists, he extended the rope upwards, looping it around her upper arms and crossing it in front of her chest to form a tight knot. The rope tightened her dress, the soft fabric pulled taut against her body, outlining the curve of her chest. Xia Qing's breathing became more rapid, each inhale tightening the rope a little more, bringing a sensation that was both constricting and stimulating. Her cheeks burned, shame and nervousness warring within her. Lin Yi stepped back, appraising her. Xia Qing sat on the edge of the bed, her hands bound behind her, her feet tightly secured, the knot on her upper body preventing her from moving. Her dress was creased from the restraints, the hem riding up to reveal the curve of her thighs. She looked both vulnerable and alluring, and a flicker of desire crossed Lin Yi's eyes. He walked to the bedside table, opened the small black box, and took out a red gag ball. Xia Qing's pupils contracted sharply, her voice trembling, "What is that?" Lin Yi approached her, holding the gag ball, and said in a low voice, "For your mouth. Try it." Xia Qing shook her head, her voice filled with panic, "No, I don't want to!" Lin Yi squatted in front of her, gently lifting her chin with his fingers. His tone was gentle but unyielding. "You're already in my hands, Xia Qing." Before she could protest further, he forced her mouth open and shoved the gag ball inside. The strap was wrapped around her head and buckled at the back. Xia Qing's mouth was filled with the gag ball, her tongue pressed down, only allowing her to make low, muffled sounds. The rubbery taste of the gag ball filled her mouth, and the unfamiliar texture made her feel nauseous. She tried to shake her head, but found her head was also restricted by the strap. She stared with wide eyes, her gaze filled with helplessness and fear, her cheeks flushed with shame. She struggled fiercely, her wrists trying to break free from the ropes, but the knots remained unmoving. Her legs writhed, the hem of her skirt rubbing higher, revealing more of her thighs. The ropes dug into her skin, bringing waves of stinging pain, amplifying every sensation in her body. She could hear her own heartbeat, so rapid it felt like it would burst from her chest. Lin Yi's hand gently pressed on her shoulder, and he whispered, "Don't struggle, it will be worse." Xia Qing's mind was in chaos. The gag prevented her from speaking, the restraints kept her from escaping. She felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness, as if she had completely fallen into Lin Yi's control. Shame, fear, and even a hint of something she was unwilling to admit [X_X] collided within her. She tried to focus, telling herself this was temporary, but every nerve in her body was screaming. Lin Yi stood by the bed, his gaze roaming over her, a slight smile playing on his lips. The room was so quiet that only her ragged breaths and low whimpers could be heard, the tense atmosphere thick in the air.

Lin Yi stood up and gently moved Gu Xiaorou next to Xia Qing. Two girls lay on the bed, bound, one large and one small, a stark contrast. Xia Qing lay on her side, her hands tied behind her back, her legs bound tightly. Her knitted cardigan was askew, her shirt pulled taut by the ropes, the gaps between the buttons hinting at the outline of her undergarments. Her A-line skirt had ridden up to her thighs, exposing her white lace panties. The ropes had left red marks on her calves and ankles, her skin glistening with sweat. The gag in her mouth rendered her speechless, her eyes filled with anger and shame, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. Gu Xiaorou lay beside her, her small body curled up, her hands tied behind her back, her feet secured by ropes. Her pink sweater had been pushed up to her chest, revealing her flat stomach and the pink edge of her underwear. Her white

Lin Yi stood up and said in a low voice, "Now, I'm going to tie your feet." He crouched down by her feet and gently lifted her left ankle. As his fingertips brushed against her slender ankle, Xia Qing's body stiffened slightly. The rope wound around her skin, slowly tightening, leaving a faint red mark. Her uniform skirt slid up slightly with the movement, revealing her long, slender calves. Her ankles were wrapped in red cotton rope, creating a stark contrast with the black leather shoes on her feet. Lin Yi then wrapped the rope around her right ankle and tied a double knot. The pressure of the rope made her toes curl involuntarily. Xia Qing's breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly as the rope tightened. The buttons of her blouse were pulled taut, subtly outlining the curve of her chest. Her inner monologue exploded: "He's tying them tighter than before... Is he testing me?" Shame and anticipation intertwined in her chest. She bit her lower lip, trying to conceal the turmoil within, but a blush crept onto her cheeks. Lin Yi stood up, took a strip of white cloth from his pocket, tied a knot in it, and said in a low voice, "Now, I'm going to gag you." Xia Qing looked up and shot him a glare, saying in a low voice, "You..." Before she could finish, she opened her mouth and bit down on the cloth, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and defiance. Lin Yi wrapped the cloth around her head and tied it securely at the back, pressing tightly. The cloth filled her mouth, pressing against her tongue, creating a suffocating sensation. Xia Qing frowned, trying to swallow, but her saliva was blocked, only managing to seep from the corners of her mouth, moistening her chin and sliding down her neck, leaving faint wet trails. "One last step," Lin Yi said in a low voice, taking a black blindfold from his pocket and gently covering her eyes. Xia Qing's vision was instantly plunged into darkness, and a wave of fear washed over her. She tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she could only let out low whimpers. Her inner monologue exploded: "Blindfolded? What is he going to do?" Shame and unease intertwined, and her body trembled slightly. The buttons of her blouse were pulled so taut they were about to burst, and the curve of her chest became more pronounced with her struggles. Lin Yi leaned down and picked her up, saying in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm taking you somewhere." His voice was gentle but held an undeniable authority. As Lin Yi lifted her, Xia Qing's body stiffened sharply. The ropes tightened further, pressing her blouse into wrinkles and causing her skirt to ride up, revealing the curve of her thighs. She tried to struggle, but it was futile. She could only let him carry her towards the bedroom. Lin Yi gently placed Xia Qing on the bed. The sheets were soft and cool, a stark contrast to her tense body. Lying on the bed, Xia Qing's hands were bound behind her back, her feet together, her mouth gagged, and her eyes blindfolded. She was completely immobilized. The ropes dug deeply into her skin, leaving faint red marks. Every struggle made the pressure of the ropes more apparent. Her inner monologue exploded: "What is he going to do to me? He said this was the last time he'd tie me up. Is he going to assault me?" Fear and shame churned in her chest, and she writhed desperately, trying to break free. The sheets bunched up under her struggles. Her uniform skirt was pulled up to her thighs, revealing her fair skin. The buttons of her blouse were hanging precariously, hinting at the edge of her lingerie. Her whimpers emerged from beneath the gag, rapid and panicked. Tears seeped from under the blindfold, wetting her cheeks and dripping onto the sheets along her chin. Her body grew hot, and sweat soaked her blouse, clinging to her skin and outlining her taut curves. Lin Yi sat by the bed and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." His voice was gentle, with a hint of reassurance. "I just want you to see something." Xia Qing froze for a moment, her inner monologue exploding: "See something? How can I see with my eyes covered? What game is he playing?" She tried to calm herself, but fear still entwined her heart like vines. Just then, she felt someone else's presence by the bed, a faint scent of perfume, and she could faintly hear soft whimpering, as if trying to suppress crying. Xia Qing's heart leaped: "It's a girl? Who is it? Gu Xiaorou? Or..." Her thoughts became chaotic, flashing through various possibilities. "What is Lin Yi doing? Is he a kidnapper? Has he been lying to me all along?" Her body struggled again, the ropes tightening and causing a piercing pain. Her whimpers became more urgent, and muffled protests escaped her throat. Tears and sweat mixed, soaking the blindfold. Her inner monologue exploded: "He said this was the last time he'd tie me up. Does he want to take advantage of me? Or is he going to hand me over to someone else?" Shame, fear, and anger churned in her chest. Her body trembled, on the verge of collapse. Lin Yi said in a low voice, "Xia Qing, I know what you're thinking." His voice was calm but firm. "I just want you to know that liking bondage isn't something to be ashamed of." He paused and added in a low voice, "You're not alone." Xia Qing froze, her inner monologue exploding: "Not alone? What does that mean?" She tried to turn her head, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing. She could feel the person beside her trembling slightly, emitting low whimpers, as if scared, or perhaps trying to restrain herself. Her mind was a mess: "Why is Lin Yi doing this? What does he want me to see?" Lin Yi reached out and gently stroked Xia Qing's hair, saying in a low voice, "This is Ye Chenxi." His voice was gentle, with an introductory tone. "She, like you, enjoys bondage." Xia Qing's body stiffened sharply, her inner monologue exploding: "Ye Chenxi? That literary girl?" She tried to recall Ye Chenxi's appearance, picturing the girl with thin-rimmed glasses who always kept her head down reading. Her thoughts surged like a tide, shame and surprise intertwined. "Why did Lin Yi bring her here? Is he trying to humiliate me, or..." Her heart pounded, and tears welled up again, but this time with a strange sense of relief. Lin Yi said in a low voice, "Xia Qing, I hope you can understand that you are not alone." His voice was gentle, with a hint of pleading. "I don't want you to suppress yourself anymore." Xia Qing's inner monologue exploded: "He's doing this for me... He wants me to accept myself." Shame and emotion intertwined in her chest. She tried to speak, but could only let out low whimpers. Her body gradually relaxed, and she stopped struggling. Tears fell, wetting the blindfold. She could feel Ye Chenxi beside her trembling slightly, her low whimpers seeming to echo her emotions. Lin Yi gently untied Xia Qing's blindfold. Her vision returned from darkness, blurred by tears. She turned her head and saw Ye Chenxi lying beside her, her hands also bound behind her back with red cotton rope, her feet together, her mouth gagged with a white cloth, and her blindfold hanging loosely, revealing red-rimmed eyes. She was wearing a light blue dress, its hem disheveled, revealing her slender calves. The rope had left faint marks on her fair skin. Her eyes were shy and flustered, and low whimpers escaped her throat, clearly indicating she was experiencing a struggle similar to Xia Qing's. Xia Qing stared, her inner monologue exploding: "She's really like me..." Her gaze fell on Ye Chenxi's bound wrists, the red knots identical to hers. A strange emotion surged in her chest, shame gradually replaced by a sense of resonance. She looked at Lin Yi, her eyes complex, and whimpered softly, as if asking, yet also accepting. Lin Yi said in a low voice, "You can understand each other." He reached out and untied the cloth from Xia Qing's mouth. The damp cloth fell away, and Xia Qing gasped, saying in a low voice, "You... why did you do this?" Lin Yi looked at her and said in a low voice, "Because I don't want to lose you." His voice was gentle and firm. "I want you to know that you can be your true self." Xia Qing's tears fell again, but this time, she didn't struggle. She looked at Ye Chenxi and said softly, "You... you really like this too?" Ye Chenxi's cheeks flushed, and she nodded her head, a muffled "Mm" escaping her throat. Her eyes were shy yet sincere, with a hint of relief.

"Bitch, you can fight, huh!" a thug with a face like raw meat spat, holding a bundle of rough hemp rope. His voice dripped with malicious amusement, "You lost so badly last time, today I'll show you what real power is!" Tang Yuwei sneered, her voice low but laced with menace, "With you lot of losers?" She adopted a Taekwondo stance, searching for an opening, but they were too many. A wooden stick swung from the side, smashing hard towards her knee. She grunted, her body faltering. As her knee buckled, she almost fell, and another thug seized the opportunity, pouncing and pinning her to the ground. "Let me go!" Tang Yuwei roared through gritted teeth, her voice thick with unyielding fury. She struggled fiercely, her legs trying to kick away the thug pressing down on her, but they had the numbers. One grabbed her left arm, another pinned her right shoulder, brutally twisting her hands behind her back. She felt the sharp pain of her arm joints being wrenched, her muscles tensing to the point of tearing. Sweat trickled from her forehead into the corner of her eye, stinging fiercely. "Tie her tighter, don't let her escape!" the fleshy-faced thug unfurled the hemp rope, a triumphant smirk on his face. He whipped the rope onto Tang Yuwei's back, the rough fibers grazing her arms, a ticklish sensation. Two thugs seized her arms, pulling them back forcefully, forcing her forearms to cross behind her. Tang Yuwei gritted her teeth, trying to resist, but her arms were twisted to their absolute limit. The pain of her joints being stretched in reverse contorted her features, cold sweat beading on her forehead. "Higher!" the fleshy-faced thug commanded with a frown. The thugs strained, pulling her forearms up further until her palms were almost touching the back of her neck, her elbows pulled so close they were nearly flush, contorting her into an extreme "reverse-hand Guanyin" pose. Tang Yuwei's body shuddered violently. This position made the muscles in her shoulders ache unbearably, and a tearing pain shot through her joints. She let out a low growl, "You scum..." but the sound was choked in her throat, filled with rage and humiliation. The fleshy-faced thug sneered, looping the hemp rope around her wrists. The rope coiled roughly, binding her. Clearly intimidated by Tang Yuwei's fighting prowess, he tied it with exceptional force, wrapping it around her wrists layer after layer. She watched as her fair skin was covered by the coarse rope, gradually turning red and swollen. After more than ten wraps, he yanked it tight from the center, tying a secure knot. Tang Yuwei's wrists felt encased in rough hemp wristbands, the pressure of the rope making her fingertips numb, utterly immobile. "Heh, this chick's got some strength, gotta tie her up good!" another thug chuckled, pulling the rope upwards from her wrists, across her upper arms, and around to her chest. The rope wound around her chest, cinching her sports bra. The rough hemp scraped against the fabric, making a "shh-shh" sound. He pulled it tight, wrapping it around her chest three times before looping over her shoulders and back down to her forearms to tie off. Tang Yuwei's chest felt even more constricted. The fabric of her sports bra bunched up, outlining the firm curves of her breasts. Sweat soaked through the material, revealing a faint silhouette. The rope's path was both practical and severe, binding her upper arms and forcing them inward, her forearms locked in a taut 'W' shape. She tried to struggle, pulling her wrists with all her might, but the rope didn't budge. Instead, it tightened, digging in with a sharp pain. Her inner rage surged, "These bastards... if I ever get free, I'll beat you all senseless!" But the reality of her situation amplified her humiliation. The anger burned in her chest, threatening to explode, yet with nowhere to vent. "Don't let her move, tie her feet!" the fleshy-faced thug tossed another bundle of hemp rope. Another thug caught it and crouched by Tang Yuwei's feet. He grabbed her left ankle, pulling hard as he roughly wrapped the rope around her skin, leaving a red mark. Tang Yuwei's legs were pulled straight and together. The rope coiled five times around her ankles, making them numb. The hem of her athletic skirt was hiked up to her thighs, exposing her fair leg skin. Sweat trickled down her calves, soaking her sneakers. She tried to kick out in resistance, but they held her knees firmly. The rope extended from her ankles up her calves, wrapping twice more before being tightened and knotted. The pressure of the rope rendered her legs completely immobile. The numbness in her ankles shot up her nerves, bringing a strange, stinging sensation. She let out a low growl, the sound choked in her throat, her angry eyes capable of killing. "Still not enough," the fleshy-faced thug sneered, pulling a roll of grey tape from his waist. He tore off a strip and roughly slapped it over Tang Yuwei's mouth. The tape sealed her lips, the pressure preventing her from opening her mouth, forcing out only low "Mmm... mmm..." sounds from her throat. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, the edges of the tape becoming damp with saliva, clinging wetly to her chin. She tried to use her tongue to pry the tape loose, but its stickiness was too strong, making her feel nauseous and utterly humiliated. "Blindfold her!" a scrawny thug handed over a piece of black, ragged cloth. The fleshy-faced thug took it and, without gentleness, tied the strip over Tang Yuwei's eyes, knotting it roughly behind her head. Her vision plunged into darkness. Fear and rage warred in her chest. A low whimper escaped her throat, trembling with unyielding defiance. The ropes, tape, and blindfold completely bound Tang Yuwei. Her body was fixed in a humiliating posture—hands bound behind her back in an extreme reverse-hand Guanyin, shoulders forced wide open, her breasts pushed forward by the tightening rope, her sports bra stretched taut and revealing the curves of her chest. Her legs were bound together, her athletic skirt hiked to her thighs, exposing her fair leg skin. Sweat trickled down her skin, soaking the hem of her skirt. She struggled fiercely, the ropes biting into her wrists and thighs, causing piercing pain. Sweat and tears mixed, dripping down her cheeks. Her struggles caused her body to writhe slightly, loosening the shoulder strap of her sports bra and revealing a patch of fair shoulder. The rope marks on her chest became more prominent, the curves of her breasts faintly visible under the light. The thugs surrounded her, erupting in crude laughter. "Hey, this chick's got a great body!" a thug with a pockmarked face whistled, his voice lewd, "Tied up like this, she's quite something!" "Still not satisfied after losing the match? Let's see how cocky you are now!" the fleshy-faced thug sneered, squatting down and gripping her chin. He roughly shook her head, "Look at this face, so delicate. Too bad your mouth is so stubborn."