The Tightwad Adventures of Duchess Dominax Part 6 (Final)

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Mrs. Margaret let out a cry of pleasure along with the other three souls inside her body as her controlled hands used their last strength to secure the strings at the midline of her back. Isaac could sense that the body was getting wet again between her legs. "Silk. Silk stockings. The blindfold." Mrs. Margaret uttered the shameful word with the last of her strength, and as soon as it was uttered she regretted it, her face becoming instantly red. But Isaac's spirit didn't give her time to regret it, and she saw two white silks at the end of the bed beside her. They had just been placed there on purpose by Mrs. Margaret when she had gone through her evening dressing - the white silk stockings she had worn all day yesterday. Isaac's soul struggled to reach them, and with each movement the strings between his legs pricked Lady Margaret's intimate area with friction, causing her juices to splash. Isak took control of the Countess, picked up the stocking she had used yesterday, took a deep breath, and shoved it right into his mouth! The feel and taste of the stocking floods her senses. Her mouth was filled with the stockings, which gave her a soft and creamy touch. At the same time, both Lady Margaret and Isaac can feel the subtle odor of the stockings. Her Ladyship's mouth was filled with that particular odor, which reeked of Lady Margaret's activities and sweat from the whole day yesterday. This mixture of body odor and the slight stench of the stockings tingled the taste buds of the four souls, giving them a tingling and satisfaction they had never felt before. Because of the connection between the mouth and the nose, the smell of the stockings in Mrs. Margaret's mouth gradually merged with her breath from the base of her nose. Isaac inhaled deeply, feeling the strong scent fill her nostrils, giving her a unique and wonderful thrill. He shared this very personal and intimate sensory experience with Mrs. Margaret, making the two of them even more one. The tingling sensations made Isaac's and Lady Margaret's hearts beat faster and Isaac was completely absorbed in the amazing experience of being connected to Lady Margaret's body. Their senses were captivated by each other's presence, experiencing this unique pleasure and fulfillment. After several deep breaths, Lady Margaret let out a desperate "Oooooooooooooooooo. Whimper." sound. As Jane's mother, she was actually being controlled by Issac in such a way. Shameful whimpers came out of the mature noblewoman's mouth, she felt that she was not worthy to be the mother of Jane and Eko for secretly doing this kind of behavior. While she was ashamed of herself, Isaac controlled her hand and knotted another silk stocking and strangled it directly into the lady's mouth. Now Madame lost her chance to scream for help. She can only endure the humiliation of her stockings and let out a helpless and incredibly sexual whimper: "Oooooooh. Whimper. whimper." Then Isaac took control of her, then wriggled back to the top of the bed, grabbed the white silk blindfold from the nightstand, and pulled it directly over her head, binding it at the back of her head so that it would be difficult for her to free herself by struggling. Then she fumbled with the bedclothes and found the rope she had just used, picked up a bundle of rope and unfolded it. Then she held the rope against her waist and wrapped the center part around her neck, tightening it slightly, and the touch of the rope covering her skin made her let out a gasp, "Oooo." Isaac then controlled her to wrap the ropes hanging in front of her to her back, wrapping them around to tighten the tops of her arms to her torso and wickedly tightening them above Lady Margaret's huge breasts that were being strangled by the corset. "Oooooh. Although Lady Margaret was unable to see at the moment, the sensation of the rope strangling the tops of her huge breasts that had been licked by the three children directly caused her to feel a strong sense of shame. This was her. It was the part of her breasts that her children had licked, and now she was being controlled and tied up with ropes. It was shameful. At the moment she was still free under her arms and could move her elbows slightly. So Isaac, who could not see anything, used his small arms, which were still completely free, and with skillful self-bondage, pulled the rope downward to a position below the breasts, swept it across the body and under the big arms on the upper side of the elbows, and at the same time bound the big arms to death, while at the same time strangling the huge breasts of the lady, which had given birth to three children, both up and down at the same time, and thus depriving the big arms of the space to struggle completely. In order to finish the bondage, Isaac mercilessly used his small arms to pull the extra rope from the middle line of the rope underneath the rabbit, up through the middle of the cleavage, and used the gap of the rope above the rabbit to make it pass through the middle of the rope strangling the rope on the top of the nipple, endured the pain of the rope strangling, and tightened it in the middle of the rope to tie up, and then tied up, and tied up, and then tied up, and then tied up, and then tied up, and then tied up, and then tied up and tied up, and then tied up, and tied up, and then tied up and tied up in a horizontal H-shaped rope path. The "H" shape of the rope completely trapped Mrs. Margaret's breasts, ensuring that there was no chance of them escaping the rope. Then came the final part, Isaac grabbed the remaining ropes and swung them around each side of her neck. This way there are two ropes on each side of her neck wrapped behind her. Isak uses gravity to bring them down along the center line of his spine, and then grasps all four ropes behind his back with his small arms. With skillful maneuvering, she made a large loop, big enough to fit several small arms. She then fumbled with the back section of the stranded rope, which Isaac had left long just for this moment. He fumbled with the extension of the strand at her haunches and tied it together with the rings intended to hold her arms, so that in the future, when she wanted to release the pleasure of her body, all she had to do was to struggle against her bound arms. But Isaac wasn't finished! He took control of Madame and began to bend his knees so that his ankles were as close to his hips as possible, like the position of a teamster. Isaac had left a long piece of rope when he tied Mrs. Margaret's ankles, also for this moment. The ankle ropes were tied by Isak directly to the loop of rope used for the small arms, and when everything was ready, Isak took control of the reluctant lady's small arms and inserted them directly into the loop from both sides, very obediently assuming a mutual elbow-holding position, and then The team's bound legs tried to straighten out violently! The rope that connects the ankle rope circle and the rope circle that hangs the small arms contracted sharply, and the rope that is perfectly bound directly because the small legs pull the rope, and the rope circle that can originally stretch into four or five small arms tightened quickly, and soon tied the lady's two small arms together directly! Mrs. Marguerite obviously knew how to tie herself up, or else she couldn't explain where the rope in the nightstand came from. Ever since she made love to Isaac due to a misunderstanding, when she was alone in this castle, she would always secretly take out the rope and tie herself up. But how could Lady Margaret's level of self-bondage be comparable to Isak's? She immediately realized that she had been tied up with a team of horses! But the rope had not been tightened completely, and she still had a chance to save herself! If the ropes were completely tightened, then with her own self-bondage strength, it would be difficult for her to fly! This means that this time, unlike before, when you could always sneak around and go through a lot of trouble, you can still save yourself! This means that this self-bondage is different from the previous self-bondage where you could always sneak around and go through a lot of trouble so as not to be discovered by the servants, this self-bondage, once tightened, you will not be able to free yourself until tomorrow morning when the servants come to your room and see you tied up in a ball! This fear erupted violently from the heart of Lady Margaret, who had always been a noble and dignified housemother in the eyes of everyone, and could not, absolutely could not, let the servants see her tied up in a ball of slutty water and whimpering at the same time! Absolutely not! She panicked and struggled! No! No! ！！！！ Mrs. Margaret screamed from the depths of her heart as reason finally overcame emotion and she tried to free herself - but it was too late! Her panic caused her to struggle all over her body, and in particular her legs tried to straighten out even more in her panic - this directly caused the rope connecting the ankle loops to the arm loops to be tightened to the limit, and the price for this was that the rope binding her arms was also tightened to the limit, and the rope was painfully tightened into the flesh of Lady Margaret's arms, and the physical and psychological agony of the struggle was so great that it was too much for her to handle. Physical and psychological pain came together! Thinking of what would happen in the morning, this humiliation made Lady Margaret instantly break down, her pride and reserve turned into a ridiculous sneer, and in this despair she struggled desperately to get up, as if she had become a female beast bound in a cage. However, in the net of self-binding, Mrs. Margaret only felt countless tightening sensations from the whole body diffuse, blood flow stagnation of swelling and pain skin was embedded in strangling pain, from every part of the body meandering flow. Her smooth body also became hot. Her struggles in panic, as the strands were also connected to the ankle and wrist ropes, and the knots between Mrs. Margaret's legs violently attacked her private parts, causing her to panic even more and struggle even more violently, which made the attacks even more ferocious. In this vicious circle, Mrs. Margaret's body convulsed and she let out a despairing- Another huge wave of water gushed out, and the soaked panties became even more slippery. Margaret's sobs also came from under the blindfold. She had lost everything today, her body, her freedom and her virginity. And what had she gained? Perhaps companionship. The tears wouldn't stop, and she knew that after tomorrow, rumors would spread among the maids of the castle that Her Ladyship was a slut who liked to bind herself. She cried even harder. She struggled and wriggled with Isak's horse-bound body, twisted, arched the quilt, and went inside in utter shame. In the darkness, she sobbed and cried like a young girl of eighteen. While Mrs. Margaret was sobbing, Isaac felt a pleasure he had never felt before. At the same time, Isak fell into a dual state of domination and domination. First of all, the body was helplessly bound, and Isaac felt the ropes and the subtle pressure between the skin through Lady Margaret's attractive, delicate, mature body. Each rope outlines the power he has over Lady Margaret's body, and that power fuels his desire. His lewd nature was at its peak at this moment, mastering Lady Margaret's state of bondage. He feels a sense of satisfaction and pleasure at having Lady Margaret's body under his complete control and satisfying his desires. Under this state of mind, Isaac's soul actually told Mrs. Margaret in a very arrogant manner, "You and your daughter are all mine. I can play with you mother and daughter three as much as I want." And the only thing that responded to Isak was a sad yet soulful response with a wave of fulfillment and anticipation, "I.. Understand." While Mrs. Margaret was bound with a team of horses and curled up under the covers, struggling now and then to experience the pleasure of the knots in the strands of rope, the two Jane sisters were once again bound into a ladylike sleeping position. Their hands were pulled behind their backs with single gloves, girdles and chastity belts, their legs were in single socks, their necks were locked in cervical restraints, their mouths were gagged, their eyes were blindfolded, and their ears were gagged. Her body was also completely immobilized by a special form of body restraint made by Jane's magic on the bed, and she could not move. In her heart, Jane did not know whether she should feel relieved or sad. Aiko this sister, actually because of this matter, agreed to be reduced to an eternally bound lady, this is the thing that Jane had long dreamed of, actually at the cost of her mother, in this form realized. I don't know what to say. "Oooo.... Oooooo...." A happy whimper came from her sister's mouth on the side, but her sister Jane was completely out of earshot because her ears were blocked. "Wooooooo。。。。" Sister Jane also let out, independently, a happy whimper.

"Really?" Anna's entire face lit up at the prospect of binding Li Muxun. "Yes..." Li Muxun lowered her head submissively, as docile as a deflated balloon. "You said it yourself," Anna declared, summoning ropes from her spatial bracelet. This pervert, Anna, actually carried a large assortment of bondage and discipline tools with her! "Heh heh, Muxun, just let me tie you up nicely!!" Anna, with a wicked grin, approached Li Muxun holding the ropes. "Why do you like being tied up so much now? Did that bastard Ding Yangchun train you like this?" As she spoke, Anna began to bind Li Muxun with the ropes. Li Muxun didn't resist, nor did she speak, merely lowering her head with a flushed face, tacitly agreeing to everything Anna said. "Heh heh, judging by this, you've been tied up with the 'five-flower' binding ropes by the Zhen Dan people quite a bit, haven't you?" Anna smirked, caressing Li Muxun, who stood there trembling, her head lowered, a mixture of fear, shyness, and even a hint of anticipation on her face. "I can do the 'five-flower' binding too. Let's see how it compares to the Zhen Dan people's technique?" With that, Anna pressed the folded rope against Li Muxun's neck, pulling both ends to the back of her head and tightening it around her throat. She then tied a knot at the nape of her neck, brought the ends forward, and draped them over her shoulders like a scarf. Li Muxun's body gave a slight shiver. The rope ends then passed under her armpits, wrapping around each arm in a spiral. Soon, both of Li Muxun's arms were tightly bound, with secure knots at her wrists to prevent slipping. Her hands were then pulled behind her back and clasped together. Anna clearly applied more force when binding her wrists, each tightening of the rope eliciting a low groan from Li Muxun. After several rounds, her wrists were securely bound. Anna then lifted the rope upwards, passing it through the loop at the back of Li Muxun's neck. Supporting Li Muxun's forearms with one hand, Anna pulled the rope with the other, hoisting Li Muxun's hands up and directly behind her back. "Ugh!" Li Muxun let out a soft gasp, her eyes involuntarily closing. "Heh heh." Anna looked at Li Muxun from the front. Two ropes, stretched taut across her shoulders by her short-sleeved qipao, dug into her armpits. Her plump arms were tightly wound with spiraling ropes, like the gnarled branches of an old tree, biting into her flesh. Anna, smirking at the shyly bowed Li Muxun, used the rope to tie a loop around her neck in front, directly constricting her throat. This "five-flower" neck binding forced Li Muxun to lift her head, her face as red as a monkey's backside, to look straight ahead, her expression utterly pathetic! Anna looked on with satisfaction. "Just a simple binding like this, I won't do anything complicated! Oh, right, and the feet!" Saying this, Anna squatted down and lifted the hem of Li Muxun's traditional qipao. Li Muxun's face instantly turned even redder! "Heh heh, your legs are just as beautiful as when we were tied up in that sack together back then!" Anna cackled, wrapping the rope around Li Muxun's left ankle several times, creating a makeshift shackle. She then pulled out another length of rope and bound her right ankle, forming another rope shackle. A 30-centimeter gap was left between them, creating a rope anklet that restricted Li Muxun to taking only small steps. "Heh heh, shall we go back? I still have some questions for you," Anna said, standing up and supporting Li Muxun, whose face was flushed crimson. Unable to lower her head, she could only stare straight ahead with a look of utter shame. Li Muxun's eyes were half-closed, and she was speechless. Anna, beaming with pride, supported her as they walked back, asking, "Where did you get that staff?" "I took it from a zombie," Li Muxun replied truthfully. Zombies were what the Zhen Dan people called vampires, not the reanimated corpses of Western lore. "This staff is the renowned Blood Drinker Meteor, a vampire weapon. While it can't compare to my own first-class vampire artifact, named Thousand Shadows, its only special ability being bloodsucking places it at the lowest tier of vampire artifacts. However, for mortals, a weapon that can only suck blood is enough to make a name for itself in Zhen Dan." Anna, now escorting Li Muxun, recalled the staff Li Muxun had been carrying. "As far as I know, this staff belonged to Blood Star Old Immortal, an elder of the Blood Refining Hall in Zhen Dan." "You... how do you know everything?" Li Muxun was somewhat surprised. Bound tightly and with her ankles secured, she was completely at Anna's mercy. "I've been to Zhen Dan and fought with vampires. I have some understanding of the vampire situation there," Anna said proudly, continuing to escort Li Muxun. "Tell me honestly, how did you get it?" Although the staff's only function was bloodsucking, its appearance was exquisite. It had an elegant, finely polished dark purple metal shaft, about 80 centimeters long. At its head was a delicately attached, blood-red orb composed of what looked like solidified blood. The orb was perfectly round, about a fist and a half in size. The connection between the blood-red orb and the purple shaft was seamless, making it resemble a beautiful magic wand or a Western ornate scepter with a jewel, only much shorter. Its striking design was bound to attract attention. "I... I was captured by him, and another female hero killed him and saved me," Li Muxun said, wanting to lower her head but unable to. "Oh, is that so? That female hero sounds quite formidable," Anna mused inwardly, secretly impressed. She herself had clashed with Blood Star Old Immortal. The Zhen Dan people's "Qi" was a very troublesome combat technique. Fortunately, under normal circumstances, vampires couldn't use "Qi" because "Qi" was a mixture of life energy and spiritual energy. And vampires, other than Sophia, were dead, thus lacking life energy. However, in Zhen Dan, Dongying, and the Inca regions, vampires had developed unique magical techniques to convert their necromantic magic into something akin to life energy. This simulated life energy, mixed with spiritual energy, allowed them to develop "Qi" usable by vampires and other undead creatures. Through different techniques, this undead "Qi" could be categorized into three types: Zhen Dan's "Blood Soul True Qi," Dongying's "Curse Seal Chakra," and Inca's "Undead Meridian Prana." The Blood Refining Hall was a sect composed of vampires in Zhen Dan. According to Anna's investigations and the documents she read at Sophia's home, the sect could be traced back to the ancient Zhen Dynasty of Zhen Dan, the first unified dynasty established by the supreme powerhouse known as "Dragon Emperor" after the Warring States period in Zhen Dan's history. The Zhen Dynasty was short-lived, and its successor was the Dan Dynasty. Together, these two formed the origin of the name "Zhen Dan." Blood Star Old Immortal was an elder of the Blood Refining Hall, holding a very high position within the sect. Anna was only sixteen when she first encountered him. At that time, Anna's family had recently been destroyed, she hadn't yet made a name for herself, and disheartened by being labeled a "jinx" in Rosen, she went east for training. It was there she encountered Blood Star Old Immortal. Even without using magic, he could suppress the then-young Anna. If Anna hadn't used a demon hunter's anti-vampire smoke bomb to disrupt his senses and escape, she likely wouldn't be here escorting Li Muxun now. The biggest problem with "Qi" was that its cultivation required time. It demanded several hours of meditation daily. The more internal energy one possessed, the longer the meditation time required. Therefore, it was difficult for most people to simultaneously cultivate internal energy and train combat techniques, let alone have time for physical training, muscle building, and cardiovascular conditioning. Consequently, it was almost impossible for someone to possess top-tier internal energy while also having top-tier swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills. This was why many people didn't cultivate "Qi," as it wasn't a very efficient combat training method for mortals with limited lifespans who were prone to "leaking Qi." However, vampires could change everything. Their long lifespans allowed for the development of extremely potent combat skills, innate superhuman physical strength, combined with formidable internal energy. This presented a significant challenge for vampire hunters. Although the level of magical research in the East, outside of Inca, was not as advanced as in the West, the cultivation threshold for internal energy was actually much lower than for magic. While only one in ten thousand people could learn magic, one in a hundred could cultivate internal energy. A vast number of Eastern vampires had accumulated immense internal energy over the centuries. Furthermore, their extended lifespans provided them with ample time to train their combat skills. This was why the Zhao family, a vampire clan in Zhen Dan, despite their inferior magical prowess compared to the Julius family, could stand as their equal. Anna believed that even she, in her current state, would have to put in considerable effort to defeat Blood Star Old Immortal. The fact that the female hero could defeat him meant her strength was not to be underestimated. "This Blood Drinker Meteor is quite heavy, isn't it? I fought it once. I tried to block it with a short sword in my left hand, and it was shattered instantly. If I hadn't dodged quickly, my head would have been gone," Anna said, escorting Li Muxun. "Yes... the staff part of this rod is said to be made from metal from a meteorite. The material isn't even iron. It weighs nearly forty pounds. Much heavier than a typical sword of three or four pounds. In fact... that's why I chose this staff..."

"Wuwuwu!" Four stunning beauties, dressed in elegant gowns of red, blue, white, and green, were escorted by guards towards the dungeons. Jane's hair was styled in an exquisite noble updo, her intricate braids coiled around her head, forming a magnificent, large bun resembling a flower ball at the back. She wore a resplendent, pale blue, off-the-shoulder gown, adorned with countless jewels. The dress was cinched at the waist, featuring two perfectly round, full breast cups edged with a wide band of white lace. It was a semi-modest design, flaring out from the knees like a trumpet skirt. Short, off-the-shoulder sleeves with openings on both sides graced her upper arms. Around her neck lay a large, pale blue gemstone, the size of a quail's egg, a precious jewel named "Sleeping Beauty's Star" by the dwarves. Jane's long white silk gloves had been torn off during her earlier struggles, revealing her flawless, jade-like arms. Her hands were now twisted behind her back, her arms bound in a W-shape, wrists crossed at the back of her bodice and tightly secured with the same elaborate knotting as Li Muxun's. The ropes strained downwards from her shoulders, then dug into her upper arms beneath the short, sleeveless sleeves. They wrapped three times around her pale, smooth flesh, constricting her upper arms into tire-like shapes. The ropes then moved to her forearms, binding her fair skin, before converging at her wrists, securing them tightly at the height of her bodice. Finally, the ropes ascended to meet at the nape of her neck, hoisting her forearms upwards behind her, rendering her unable to twist them. Two soldiers, one on each side, gripped Jane's upper arms firmly. Her ankles were shackled with thirty-centimeter chains, preventing her from taking large strides. "Wuwuwu!" Jane's mouth was stuffed with a large, black leather gag. She thrashed and writhed with fury, twisting her body left and right. She was incandescent with rage at being poisoned. But the soldiers paid her no mind, twisting her upper arms and forcing her forward. "Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!" Jane continued her furious, futile struggle. She was so enraged, she wished she could pummel these soldiers with her fists right now. But with her hands bound, she was utterly helpless. Beyond her anger, Jane felt a profound humiliation. To be bound so thoroughly with the "Five-Flower Knot" in her exquisite Cinderella gown. Her pale, tender arms were painfully constricted. That damned captain of the guard had learned the Five-Flower Knot from bounty hunters specializing in prisoner transport. Now, with this binding, her shoulders were forced open, her spine arched unnaturally as her arms pressed against her back. The exquisite, cup-shaped bodice of her gown was forced to support her breasts, pushing them forward. For a noble lady like herself, this was the height of shame and humiliation. Following Jane was her younger sister, Eiko. Matured Eiko was almost as tall and shapely as her voluptuous, high-hipped elder sister. She wore an incredibly sexy, pure white strapless evening gown. This gown, designed for the mature lady Eiko, perfectly hugged her enormous breasts, showcasing the Lanckes family's inherited, colossal bosom. The strapless bodice featured a diagonally wrapped design, with a wide, heart-shaped opening at the top, revealing just a hint of her deep cleavage, yet enough to captivate the eye. The bodice's cut extended downwards, adorned with a row of golden buttons, like those on a coat, neatly arranged along her waist and abdomen, accentuating her slender, curved waistline. The lower half of the dress was a form-fitting fishtail skirt, clinging to her beautifully curved hips and long, straight legs. Below the knee, the skirt flared out naturally into a fishtail, covering the upper portion of her calves and leaving elegant space for her stride, while showcasing her shapely, smooth calves and her delicate feet in white-strapped high heels. Her elegant gloves added to her noble lady's demeanor. Eiko was restrained just like her sister, her hands bound behind her in a Five-Flower Knot, and her feet shackled, preventing her from launching any powerful attacks. Eiko was fiercely stubborn, struggling with all her might, unlike a lady, but the soldiers held her upper arms tightly, preventing her escape. Behind them followed Nefertari. Nefertari wore a deep crimson, sleeveless, V-neck sequined dress. The dress was semi-fitted, perfectly accentuating Nefertari's proud S-curves and exuding an intensely seductive charm. The sleeveless, halter-style deep V-neck design boldly displayed her ample breasts, shoulders, and collarbones. Shimmering sequins covered the dress, creating a dazzling, colorful effect. The skirt hugged her waist and hips, showcasing Nefertari's voluptuous curves and her striking figure. The skirt was tight to mid-thigh, making it difficult to walk even without restraints, and then gradually widened from the end of her thighs into a straight cut, outlining the contours of her sexy legs. Especially now, as she was forced to walk under the guards' pressure, each movement of her legs under their escort revealed the subtle curves of her legs beneath the skirt, creating a tantalizing, semi-revealed effect. The deep crimson contrasted sharply with her skin, adding a mysterious and alluring atmosphere, showcasing her sexy, exotic allure. "Hmph." Nefertari's hands were also bound tightly behind her in a Five-Flower Knot, the ropes digging into her flesh. Her legs were shackled. In her anger, she regained full control of her body, her face, the first female ruler in human history, displaying disdain, fury, unwillingness, and shame. Her feet, clad in stockings, tapped impatiently, and beneath the skirt, her moving legs could be seen bumping against the fabric, creating a rhythmic motion. A slightly lustful observer could imagine, from the contours of her legs revealed through the skirt, the sight of her bare, sexy legs if the skirt were lifted. Unlike the other three who were still struggling fiercely, Nefertari knew she had lost. Though unwilling and proud, she abandoned her futile struggle, her expression one of contempt and unyielding defiance. She held her head high as the soldiers escorted her. "Wuwuwu-oh-oh-oh!!!" Bringing up the rear was the most furious, Duchess Catherine. Duchess Catherine's hair was parted in the middle at her forehead, but no strands fell, as all her hair was simply gathered and tied into a neat bun at the back of her head, a common style for nobility. It wasn't overly ornate but perfectly showcased a knight's nobility. Duchess Catherine wore a stunning emerald green, sleeveless, backless, off-the-shoulder, one-piece bandeau evening gown. The oval, integrated bandeau fit snugly against her full breasts, like mountain ranges of jade across her chest, revealing only a hint of cleavage and her nipples. The bare skin above the bandeau outlined alluring curves, her shoulders and collarbones exuding seductive charm. The edges were trimmed with white lace, adding a touch of romance and mystery. The lower part featured a waist-cinching design, emphasizing her long waistline and captivating hip curves. The skirt was a narrow A-line, or trumpet shape, maintaining the outline of her legs without clinging to her thighs. The gown was of moderate length, reaching the ground but not dragging. The upper width was similar to the base of her thighs, and the hem of the skirt was slightly wider than the base of her thighs. The skirt was full of pleats, beautiful like a flower, and the fabric was light and soft, giving Catherine ample room to move. Like the other three, Catherine was bound tightly with ropes and her feet were shackled, left to their mercy. "Wuwuwu!" Catherine was beyond furious at being betrayed by her uncle yet again. The knight's upright and unwavering spirit erupted violently. "Wuwuwu!" Catherine, her hands bound behind her, struggled with all her might, vowing to resist. The soldiers yanked her hands, forcing her to move. Catherine struggled so furiously that she even fell! The soldiers didn't let her fall; they held her upper arms, one on each side, forcing her to remain suspended and then pulling her back to her feet. "Wuwuwu!" Catherine struggled desperately, but with her hands bound and her feet only able to take thirty-centimeter steps, her efforts were futile. The soldiers dragged her to her feet and then forced her forward. The soldiers unmercifully pulled Catherine's arms, continuing their escort towards the dungeons. Her legs were firmly bound by chains, and her feet stumbled to keep pace with their steps. Her breathing was rapid and strained from the recent struggle, her heart a tempest of anger and despair. But no matter how she struggled, the soldiers remained unyielding. They indifferently continued to pull her arms, exerting constant force. She felt their hands grip her skin tightly, their fingers almost digging into her flesh. In this state, looking at her two cousins, who were struggling less than she was, and at the "Isaac" in her eyes, she knew she had brought this upon them. As a knight who should have sacrificed herself to protect others, she couldn't bear to look at the three in front of her. Every step was a symbol of pain and humiliation. Her body swayed and jolted with the escort. Catherine tried to maintain her balance, but after the previous battle, being attacked by strange demonic energy, and her recent struggles, her stamina was severely depleted. Even without being bound, walking would have been difficult. Yet, the soldiers relentlessly pulled her arms, making her feel as though she might fall at any moment. Her body was treated brutally, her dignity trampled. But the soldiers offered her only cruel laughter and indifferent gazes, continuing to drag Catherine towards the dungeons. Her arms were held tightly, the pain and humiliation unbearable. Every step was torture, every moment a violation of her dignity. Soon, the four ascended a dark staircase leading underground. Below, undoubtedly, lay the castle dungeons. Helplessly, she was forced to cross a threshold and descend the pitch-black steps, heading towards the darkness and solitude of the dungeon. The shadows of the staircase leading to the dungeons swallowed their presence. The four beauties, in their evening gowns, walked down the winding, twisting steps. Their attire, meant to be the center of attention at a banquet, was a stark contrast to the grim, cold darkness of the stairs, creating a jarring image of celestial fairies fallen into a demonic abyss. Though the four beauties knew this led to the dungeons, a sliver of helplessness and fear remained: they didn't know where these stairs led, nor what fate awaited them. Finally, they reached the bottom of the dungeon. The dark, damp stone floor was even covered in some moss. The soldiers escorted the four beauties, whose struggles had lessened due to exhaustion but were still evident (except for Nefertari, who had ceased struggling). A black iron door was opened before them, with only a small window allowing visual connection between the inside and outside. The soldiers opened the door, roughly shoving the four beauties, who should have been at a banquet, into the room. They then left without mercy, leaving them alone in this devilish prison.

Hours earlier, in a dungeon in Guruns. "Mmm... mmmph..." Duchess Chanel was imprisoned here. Duchess Chanel was wearing a pure white, sacred, high-necked, sleeveless, off-the-shoulder, bodycon evening gown. The dress appeared incredibly holy and solemn, crafted from exquisite silk. The high collar at the top enveloped her entire neck, while the sleeveless, off-the-shoulder design created an "八" shaped silhouette at the upper edge of the dress. The sides of the uppermost "八" shaped edge of the high collar revealed her fair, tender shoulders and slender, jade-like arms. However, her alluring collarbones and swan-like neck were completely concealed by the high collar, preventing the succubus within Duchess Chanel from using these areas to tempt others. The lower half of the sacred gown was a pure hobble skirt. The hobble skirt tightly hugged Duchess Chanel's slender waist, cinched her hips, and snugly encased her thighs, calves, and even her ankles, accentuating her captivatingly sensual S-curve. Including the tight hem of the lower skirt, the entire silhouette of the dress from the front thus formed a "㕣" shape. The bust of the evening gown was perfectly sculpted, with a large, elongated ellipsoid arching over her chest, creating a stark contrast with her slender waist and protruding hips. The long dress was adorned with shimmering golden magic runes. These runes were aesthetically pleasing, serving as decoration while continuously emitting powerful divine energy upon Duchess Chanel within the dress, suppressing her demonic essence and making it difficult for her to act wickedly. On her feet, Duchess Chanel wore a pair of white, sacred ballet high-heeled boots. The ballet high-heeled boots were made of metal, incredibly sturdy, offering no chance of escape for the demon. Reaching her ankles, the ballet high-heeled boots were topped with a pair of white metal ankle cuffs. These were also made of sacred metal, locking her legs together, encased by the hobble skirt, and forcing them into a closed position, leaving no room for the demon to move! Beneath the ballet high-heeled boots and the metal rings, her legs were clad in a pair of white stockings that reached her upper thighs. The white stockings were also imprinted with runes, but these were silver, also serving to suppress the demon. Duchess Chanel constantly felt the pressure of the divine energy on her body suppressing her demonic power, and she was perpetually in pain. Inside the hobble skirt, at the crotch, was a chastity belt filled with divine energy, tightly locking Duchess Chanel's – no, the succubus duchess's – desire organ, denying her any opportunity for release. In fact, since her marriage, Duchess Chanel had only indulged her desires on her wedding day with Olivier. Since then, her desire organ had been sealed, and Olivier only allowed her to release it when she managed to suppress her demonic power. Higher up, her chest was naturally locked by a sacred metal chastity bra, making it impossible for the succubus duchess to touch any sensitive areas and release her desires. Beyond these personal restraints, beneath the white evening gown, was an additional layer of confinement. This was a white, one-piece leather garment that bound her chest, waist, and legs. It was shaped like an elongated corset, opening at the back and tightly laced with numerous "XXXX" stitches along the midline of Duchess Chanel's back. At the top were a pair of spherical bustiers, and the bottom did not end at the waist but extended downwards, encasing and restraining her entire perky buttocks, then continuing down to restrain her entire thighs, her entire calves, all the way to her ankles! The numerous laces at the back naturally extended from behind her chest downwards in an "XXXXX" pattern to her ankles, binding her tightly. Outside of this, an iron bar sealed these "XXX" stitches, locking the corset directly, impossible to open without a key! Thus, the body of Duchess Chanel, who harbored an evil succubus nature within, was completely locked down. Her hands were also bound. Her smooth hands were encased in a pair of white silk gloves that reached mid-bicep, her hands clenched into fists, unable to open. Then, her upper arms and wrists were directly cuffed by two arm restraints. The handcuffs on her wrists were directly locked into an "8" shape, while the arm restraints on her upper arms, reinforced by chains, were tightened as much as possible, forcing her arms into a "Y" shape with her elbows pressed together, causing immense pain! Finally, a white, sacred single glove was placed over Duchess Chanel's already restrained hands. Two straps crossed directly over her collarbones in front. The single glove also had a lock, which was directly secured. The single glove was also imprinted with sacred runes, constantly applying divine energy to Duchess Chanel's body. And this was not the end. Duchess Chanel's neck was also locked by a white, sacred collar almost as long as her neck. Her mouth was covered by a white metal mask, inside which was a large gag, sealing her mouth. Her eyes were also covered by a metal eye mask. On the outside, a silver mask covered Duchess Chanel's entire face, with only small holes in her nostrils for her to breathe. At the back of her head, Duchess Chanel's hair was, as usual, styled up, neatly arranged in an elegant noblewoman's updo, forming a large bun at the nape of her neck. Then, outside Duchess Chanel's sacred evening gown, rings of silver metal directly encircled her body! At the positions above her chest, waist, hips, the base of her thighs, the end of her thighs, and the middle of her calves, rings directly encircled Duchess Chanel's body! Each metal ring was secured with a lock! This way, Duchess Chanel was truly trapped with no escape! This was still not the end! On the very outside, there were rings of chains, directly wrapped around Duchess Chanel's delicate body, binding her entire being, rendering her immobile! In this state, Duchess Chanel knelt on the ground. In the center of the ground was a white magic circle! Around it stood three silver metal pillars, from which several chains extended in three directions, connecting to her collar, the metal ring at her waist, and the metal ring above her chest! This tightened from three directions, forcing Duchess Chanel to maintain this kneeling posture, filled with an air of reflection! For the past few days, Duchess Chanel had lived in this posture every day, only being temporarily unbound by Olivier in the morning and evening for bathroom breaks. Because her body had been demonized and she possessed advanced demonic power, she suffered no harm even after a full day in this position. Thus, she was silently restrained every day. Once an evil thought arose in her heart, causing demonic energy to surge, the countless sacred restraints and the magic circle would suppress it with divine energy, causing her immense pain and deterring her from having further wicked thoughts. "Mmmph..." Duchess Chanel knelt on the ground, a faint muffled sound emanating from behind the iron mask. At this moment, footsteps could be heard in the distance. Soon, the iron gate was opened with a key, and Olivier, dressed in a knight's uniform, entered. He walked to Duchess Chanel's side, unlocked her mask with a key, and removed the metal mask. Duchess Chanel remained silent. "Gabrielle," Olivier said, "Reflect." "Yes..." Duchess Chanel replied obediently. "From last night until now, I have harbored approximately six wicked thoughts. One was related to killing, one to hatred, and the other four were evil lustful desires." "Have you reflected sufficiently?" "Yes, I should not have entertained such wicked thoughts! Tonight, please whip me eighty-five times with the special chastising whip for sinners! Fifteen times to punish my thoughts of killing, twenty times to punish my hatred for others, and forty times to punish my four dirty, wicked lustful thoughts!!" Duchess Chanel declared resolutely. She had to constantly monitor her inner wicked thoughts, as losing control would allow the demonic side of her nature to prevail. Continuous whipping would, through pain, bring her clarity and awareness of reality, making her realize her mistakes. Olivier had told her that if she showed any signs of demonic resurgence, she would be eliminated by the Guruns' clergy. These numerous restraints were also to suppress her inner demonic power. "You have done well, Gabrielle. As a reward, I will take you out to relax." "Thank you." Duchess Chanel, rarely, expressed her gratitude with joy. To understand Duchess Chanel, Olivier had studied the demon's handbook. If vampires found it difficult to generate positive emotions and empathy, then demons were incapable. This was because they were born from pure human evil. Fortunately, Duchess Chanel had once been human and was not a complete succubus, thus possessing empathy and positive emotions within her, though they were difficult to elicit. However, this did not mean demons lacked joy. After all, joy was a form of motivation, and any creature needed a motivational mechanism to act. For demons, the release of their wicked desires was such a motivation. And Duchess Chanel was a succubus, meaning they were more sensitive to love. Through caring for Duchess Chanel as a lover, a certain motivational effect could be achieved, and thus utilized. The prerequisite for this motivational effect was that Duchess Chanel reflected on her inner wicked desires one by one and actively pursued goodness. To gain love, Duchess Chanel would do her utmost to suppress and reflect on her wickedness, and actively contemplate the good side, which was the strategy Olivier was currently employing. Being with Duchess Chanel felt like keeping a tiger for him, requiring him to constantly whip her like a beast tamer to control her. "Let's go," Olivier said, unlocking the restraints fixed on Duchess Chanel, picking her up in a princess carry, and leaving the dungeon.

In a desolate wilderness on the outskirts of the city, after some time. "Wuwuwu..." Duchess Chanel finally understood what this "reward" was – she had been restrained into a mare! Duchess Chanel's chastity belt was still on her lower body, and her sacred collar was still locked. But all other restraints had been replaced. She wore black leather underwear and a bustier integrated into a corset. The corset looked like a normal corset, bustier, and briefs merged into one. Wearing this corset, Duchess Chanel's slender waist was tightened, her breasts were lifted high, and her buttocks were consequently made firm and perky. Then, her hands were fitted with a pair of black single gloves. These were not elbow-length, to allow for ease of movement. Duchess Chanel's legs were clad in a pair of knee-high leather boots, but the ends of the boots were not ordinary platforms; they were hoof-shaped platforms! They were exactly like a horse's feet! On the other hand, these high-heeled boots were of the ballet shoe type, meaning they forced the ankles to remain straight. More accurately, they weren't high-heeled boots but ballet wedge shoes! This way, the heel and the platform were integrated into a single horse's hoof, just like a real ungulate, landing on the tips of the toes! Duchess Chanel's body also had a leather harness, like a real horse! The harness was shaped like the character "丰" (fēng) around Duchess Chanel's body, forming a leather loop at the base of her neck, extending to her back, and tightening around her torso in the same "丰" shape. Duchess Chanel's mouth was stuffed with a horse bit, shaped like a gag, looking exactly like a horse's bit. A black leather ring was also on Duchess Chanel's forehead, with a forward-facing blind on each side, preventing Duchess Chanel from looking to the sides, as an unprofessional racehorse might. Her long black hair was, of course, styled into a horse's ponytail, completing her transformation into a true mare! And naturally, how could a mare be without a tail? A fake tail was inserted directly into Duchess Chanel's buttocks, through a hole in her integrated corset. The tail's hair was made of black animal fur, as Duchess Chanel had only returned to Shim'anba a few days ago and hadn't had time to collect human hair for it. Thus, Mare Chanel was completed. Olivier, holding the leather leash attached to her collar, looked at the mare with satisfaction. "High-step, like a real horse," Olivier commanded, looking at the beauty before him. "Wuwuwu..." Duchess Chanel nodded in shame. She lifted her left foreleg high, making her thigh parallel to the ground, just like a real horse. "Take a few horse steps." "Wu..." Duchess Chanel said shamefully, continuously lifting her thigh and walking step by step, like an incredibly elegant noble mare. At this moment, the sound of hooves could be heard in the distance. Olivier turned his head and saw D'Artagnan approaching, leading Vivian. Vivian had also been bound into a mare. In three years, Vivian had grown one centimeter taller, still petite. But as Countess D'Artagnan, her face had completely shed its childishness and weakness, replaced by the composure of a countess, filled with the gentle aura of a twenty-two-year-old newlywed wife. Vivian's straw-yellow hair was also tied back in a ponytail. The tail at her buttocks was made of her own hair, very beautiful. Her harness, corset, and single gloves were all white, unlike Duchess Chanel's. She was a white noble mare. Like Duchess Chanel, Vivian was also performing high-stepping movements like a horse, lifting her thighs high, parallel to the ground, like an elegant noble mare. Countess Vivian continuously high-stepped, making the movements of a mare. She soon met Duchess Chanel, who was also high-stepping, and they faced each other, emitting friendly "wuwu" sounds. "Wuwuwu..." The former mistress and servant, now meeting as mares, was a truly comical sight. However, the two looked at each other and smiled happily. They had only seen each other on the day Duchess Chanel returned and on their wedding day. They had only spoken on the day of her return. They still had endless things to talk about! "Wuwu?" As a mare, Vivian clearly couldn't act on her own. She turned to look at her master. D'Artagnan nodded, and Vivian happily trotted with high steps towards Duchess Chanel. Chanel also looked at Olivier, who naturally nodded. The mistress and servant, as mares, leaned against each other, nuzzling each other, rubbing their heads against each other, emitting affectionate "wuwu" sounds, looking very heartwarming. "You two really are something," Olivier said to D'Artagnan, himself astonished by this crazy idea. "Didn't you agree to it? What's there to say?" D'Artagnan smirked at Olivier, who could only respond with a smirk: "Heh heh." "Wuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu..." The mistress and servant were still expressing their emotions as mares when a third person arrived with the sound of hooves – it was Stone! "You're finally here. We've been waiting for our royal horse for a long time," D'Artagnan joked. Stone was leading Princess Alhan, who was also moving with high steps like a mare. Princess Alhan's noble long dress had been completely stripped off and replaced with pink restraining tack. The youthful pink color on the oldest, 35-year-old mature princess created a peculiar sense of conflict. As a princess, Princess Alhan felt immense shame in this situation. Her face flushed as she looked at the three knights who were supposed to protect her at all times, wishing she could disappear into the ground! "Alright, alright, let's stop chatting. It's almost dark. Let's race first, and then we can catch up properly. These three mares must have a lot to say!" D'Artagnan said. The other two nodded and took out the prepared leather saddles. The so-called saddles were actually horizontal cushions. The cushions were fixed behind the single gloves, so the pressure was mainly on the straps of the gloves, transferred to the mares' shoulders. The mares had to lean forward, so the cushion and the gloves automatically formed an inverted triangle, and the rider could simply sit in this triangle. There were also additional straps connected to the harness on the body, ensuring the gloves were tightly fastened to the torso, better transferring force. Thus, the three riders fitted the obedient mares with saddles and then mounted them directly. The stirrups were also connected to the harness straps at the waist, so all the force was ultimately distributed throughout the body, preventing the mares from feeling too much pain. "We're about to start," D'Artagnan said, looking at a timer nearby. When the timer reached the set time, it would trigger a spring to make a dinging sound. The three riders gripped their whips. "Ding-a-ling!" With the dinging sound, three whips struck the buttocks of the three mares. Amidst the mares' painful "wuwu" sounds of both pain and pleasure, the race of the Guruns knights began. ======================================================== Back at Dominax Castle. "Mu Xun? Are you looking for me for something? Or is it about Tamamo no Mae?" Isaac was trying to undo Queen Elinor's restraints, but clearly, without Nitocris, it was impossible. Just as he was about to use his contract with Nitocris to summon her, Li Mu Xun found the room and walked in. "Hey! Wait, Mu Xun isn't right now—" Anna was about to speak when the idiot Isaac walked up to Li Mu Xun, who was looking in pain with bloodshot eyes. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Isaac wailed as Li Mu Xun bit directly into his neck! Because Li Mu Xun was a high-level vampire, Isaac was completely unable to break free! He was bitten and cried out in pain! "You idiot!! She's clearly suffering from bloodlust and looking for someone! Idiot!!" Anna said, trying to pull something out. But then she realized that anything she had would probably kill a vampire. She thought for a moment and unclasped the cross pendant around her neck. As soon as she did, Li Mu Xun had already drained Isaac's blood, opened her mouth, full of blood and with fangs extended, and lunged at Anna! "Get away!" Anna raised the pendant. Li Mu Xun recoiled as if struck by a bright light, covering her incredibly pale face, blood-red eyes, and blood-covered mouth with her hands. But Li Mu Xun, overcome by bloodlust, had lost her reason. She endured the pain, closed her eyes, covered her face with her hands, and lunged directly at Anna! "You bastard!!" Anna agilely dodged – but was still knocked to the ground! Anna clearly couldn't fight a high-level vampire with strength and agility far exceeding humans without using lethal weapons, even if it was the seemingly weak Li Mu Xun! It was as absurd as asking a top human fighter to dodge a tiger's attack with bare hands! "You bastard!" In her moment of crisis, Anna didn't know what wouldn't seriously injure Li Mu Xun but could restrain her. She suddenly thought of something, reached into her pants pocket – and pulled out a whole head of garlic she had intended to secretly put in Sophia's food! "Eat this!" Just as Li Mu Xun opened her mouth to bite Anna, Anna shoved the garlic into Li Mu Xun's mouth. Li Mu Xun bit down directly, severing half of Anna's hand! Seeing Anna fall to the ground, her hand bleeding profusely, Li Mu Xun was about to pounce and drink her blood— "Gag gag gag!!!" Li Mu Xun suddenly knelt on the ground and vomited frantically onto the ground! She threw up everything she had eaten in the past few days! (Li Mu Xun had been in Zhen Dan for so long that she had developed the habit of "eating" to appear normal. While she wouldn't starve without eating, she always felt something was missing out of compulsion.) "Gag gag gag!!!" Li Mu Xun knelt on the ground, vomiting in pain. Tears streamed down her face due to the garlic. In such agony, she finally regained her senses. Anna quickly struggled to her feet, summoned the remaining blood collection vials from Sophia with her other hand, and injected herself. "Hoo... hoo..." Anna looked at her now-healed right hand, covered in blood, and felt a surge of fear. Li Mu Xun... she had almost drained her dry just now... Speaking of draining, Anna looked at Isaac, who had been drained dry. Fortunately, his body cells had been revitalized by the immortal blood, so he wouldn't die from a short-term lack of blood, just be unable to move. Anna looked at Isaac, who was covered in Li Mu Xun's vomit (as Isaac happened to be lying where Li Mu Xun was vomiting), with disgust and injected him with a dose as well. "Hoo... hoo... hoo... I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to!!" Li Mu Xun, now sober, tears still streaming down her face, knelt fearfully before Anna: "I'm sorry—" "Enough nonsense!" Anna said, summoning ropes and preparing to bind Li Mu Xun! "Yes... Please bind Mu Xun... Bind her tightly. Mu Xun did wrong... she deserves to be bound tightly... Please don't show any mercy."

"But, I'm not planning on letting this one off easy!" Anna grinned wickedly, walking up to Jane and fitting a magic-nullifying collar onto her, her body already filled with demon-repelling medicine! "Anna, you!!!" Jane cursed at Anna, a mix of anger and shame in her voice! "Shut your trap!" Anna, with a wicked smile, fitted magic-nullifying collars onto Anna, Eiko, and Iska. "Now you are my slaves!" Anna grinned as she looked at the three beautiful women before her, carefully admiring the restrictive wedding dresses they wore. The white, trumpet-shaped, form-fitting wedding dresses perfectly outlined the curves of the three beauties, tightly encasing their voluptuous bodies. The off-the-shoulder, strapless design showcased their alluring collarbones and slender necks, while the heart-shaped, dual-cup bra design boldly accentuated their round, perky breasts, skillfully revealing the enticing charm of their cleavage. The dresses cinched slightly at the waist, making their hips, tightly wrapped by the hip-hugging skirt, even more prominent, displaying incredibly rounded lines. Their long, taut legs were encased within the skirt, clinging tightly from the outer thighs, rendering their legs completely immobile. The streamlined hem flared gently at the knees, forming a spiral floor-length skirt that cleverly concealed their feet. These form-fitting dresses tightly bound their slender waists and thighs, preventing them from taking large strides to escape Anna's side. These three dresses were originally meant to highlight the authority and dominion of the Odorhty father and sons. Regardless of whether they yearned for freedom, these dresses imprisoned them with their relentless restraint. But now, these three dresses instead showcased Anna's controlling authority! "Anna! What are you doing!" Eiko shouted in anger, only for Anna's slyly grinning face to thrust forward. "Eiko, Eiko, you've caused me so much trouble, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!" Eiko fearfully jiggled her arms behind her back! "You, you!! What are you going to do!!" Eiko panicked under Anna's evil glare! Eiko stumbled backward under the restraint of the dress, her arms behind her jiggling repeatedly! The backs of the three beauties were low-cut and backless, covered only by single-hand gloves. The straps of the gloves reinforced the outer side of the gloves, connecting to the bodice of the wedding dress. Thus, their arms could only move slightly, unable to perform any indecent actions! Even the little devil Eiko! She could only obediently let her hands hang behind her! Damn Anna actually moved behind the three beauties and tightened the restraining straps, binding the three beauties' hands together at the elbows within the single-hand gloves! "An-an-Anna!!" Eiko cried out in fear, completely losing her previous devilish demeanor! "Besides, you've become a mature, big-breasted woman now. I only have no resistance to young girls, after all, I treated you like a sister. But now you're a beautiful woman with big breasts and a big butt, taller than me! Of course, I won't be polite!" Anna grinned wickedly and used her Dragon Claw technique to grab Eiko's large breasts directly, squeezing them fiercely!!! "Ahhhhhh!!!" Eiko's face turned bright red. She hurriedly cried out, "Gre-Gretel!! Save Eiko!!!" "Eiko is yours, you stinky dog!" Anna, carrying Eiko, who had a full butt and long, beautiful legs, like a fish, tossed her towards Gretel, who stood nearby. Gretel's ponytail had come undone from the previous battle, her long, beautiful hair hanging straight down to her waist, exuding a charming femininity, but her clothes were tattered from the fight, and she was covered in dust. "Oh my god, Eiko is flying!" Eiko fell from mid-air and was steadily caught by Gretel! "Gretel! Let Eiko go quickly!!" Eiko's face was bright red, but Gretel also looked at Eiko with a red face. "So... so beautiful!" "This is not the time for beauty!" Eiko chirped angrily! "If you want to admire beautiful clothes, you can't let a little bird interrupt your mood." Anna said, throwing a gag to Gretel. Gretel put Eiko down and took the gag— "Gre-Gretel! What are you do—Mmph! Mmph!!!" Eiko's mouth was directly gagged by Gretel! No more little noises could be made!!! "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph, hmm?!" Eiko was surprised to find Gretel looking at her wedding dress lustfully. Could it be— "Mmph, oh???" Eiko watched as Gretel directly used her Dragon Claw technique on Eiko! She tightly gripped Eiko's pair of breasts!!! "Mmph! Mmph!" Eiko struggled excitedly, but Gretel's hand directly cupped Eiko's large butt through the exquisite wedding dress!! "Mmph! Mmph!" Eiko could only let out weak whimpers, her bound hands unable to break free. Whether Gretel understood Eiko's words or not, she temporarily withdrew her hands from Eiko's large butt and breasts! However, Gretel still stared intently at Eiko's figure in the form-fitting wedding dress, as she deeply loved beautiful clothes and elegant ladies. Clearly, Gretel didn't understand Eiko's whimpers, or pretended not to understand even if she did. This beautiful woman before her was a top noble beauty, almost identical to Jane, whom she had always admired! Gretel's hands once again began to caress and play with Eiko's body. Her face was very close to Eiko's, her hands constantly rubbing Eiko's body, her fingers tracing the wedding dress, the touch rich and provocative. Eiko's mature, curvaceous figure, like her sister's, and her full breasts became Gretel's playthings again. She firmly grasped Eiko's breasts, feeling their softness and elasticity. Eiko, bound and unable to resist Gretel's fondling, felt waves of pleasure and humiliation, yet was uncontrollably drawn to the stimulation. Her butt also became Gretel's target again, directly embraced by Gretel's two hands from both sides, her palms roaming uncertainly. Gretel's play instantly filled Eiko's body with conflicting emotions. She tried to break free from her restraints, yet subconsciously enjoyed Gretel's touch and control. She could only express her emotions through whimpers, whether it was unwillingness, humiliation, or enjoyment! She gradually began to immerse herself in this state of being bound and played with! Is this... what it feels like for a mature woman to be played with... Is this... what it feels like for my sister to be played with... So... comfortable... Eiko's eyes became hazy! Just as Eiko was beginning to sink into it, Gretel's hands moved to the thigh-length skirt of the form-fitting wedding dress! Gretel loved skirts the most! She dreamed of wearing skirts! Now she could properly caress the exquisite skirt that covered her legs! Through the skirt, she gently caressed the incredibly smooth skirt with its many fabric lines, while also sensing Eiko's sensitive and slender thigh skin beneath the skirt. Her fingertips lightly traced the details of the skirt, and she felt Eiko's body tremble, a mixture of desire and resistance. Through the barrier of the wedding dress, Gretel's touch became more fervent. She lightly traced Eiko's thighs with her fingertips, stimulating sensitive nerve endings. Her fingers roamed Eiko's skin, painting a picture of lust. Eiko could not escape Gretel's embrace. Her bound body could only accept this dual sensation, excitement and embarrassment intertwined. She tried to hold back her gasps, but her mouth was tightly gagged, and she could only convey her emotions through her eyes: "Mmph... Mmph..." Eiko's eyes were no longer resistant or evasive, but filled with enjoyment and indulgence! She never expected that in such a situation and attire, with just a few simple actions, Gretel would tame her master, Eiko!

The next day, in the grand hall of O'Doherty Castle. The hasty wedding arrived as scheduled, with many nobles from Aililan, Sgothland, and even the continent of Rosenland in attendance. Count O'Doherty, of course, had not revealed the identities of the brides, lest Charles find out, which would be problematic. His plan was to present a fait accompli; once most nobles knew the sisters Jane had married the O'Doherty brothers, it would be difficult for Charles to object. The grand hall had been transformed into a wedding venue. The hall was packed with people, all awaiting the appearance of the three beautiful brides. Count O'Doherty, well into his seventies, had apparently struck gold, finding a stunning, beautiful woman in her thirties as his wife. The O'Doherty father and his two sons were dressed in their finest and stood by the red carpet at the front of the hall, ready to receive the brides. At this moment, the wedding music began, and the nobles in the hall gradually quieted, holding their breath, eager to see what kind of beauties could capture the hearts of two young lords and Count O'Doherty. Three beautiful women, their heads veiled, clad in exquisite white wedding gowns, slowly entered to the music, supported by maids. The tight, trumpet-shaped white wedding dresses hugged the voluptuous figures of the three beauties. The daring off-the-shoulder design of the bodice, with its spherical bust cups, exposed their necks and collarbones. The heart-shaped opening in the bust cups, deliberately designed, showcased the fuller, rounder, and perkier upper halves of their breasts, pushed up by the tight corsetry, revealing their nipples and cleavage. The wedding dresses cinched slightly at the waists of the three beauties, making their hips, encased in the hip-hugging skirts, appear even more rounded and firm. This was followed by their long, taut legs. The skirt fabric, tight around their thighs, hugged them closely, constricting them like a trumpet's bell. This fishtail design continued down to just below their knees before flaring out into a spiraling hem that trailed to the floor, concealing their feet.

The hem of the bondage dress featured the renowned hobble skirt style, cinching tightly around the princess's hips and thighs, encasing her legs and restricting her stride. Even without additional leg restraints beneath the skirt, her movements would have been slow and clumsy due to the hobble. This underskirt lent the princess a more delicate and alluring appearance, yet simultaneously increased her confinement. Beneath the hobble skirt lay the aforementioned extra restraints: a corset with a bust support and leg cuffs. Her slender waist was tightly bound by a white lace corset, above which sat a bandeau-style bust support, pressing firmly against her lower breasts and pushing her ample bosom high. Her hips appeared even more voluptuous and full due to the flesh of her waist being squeezed inwards. Her legs were encased in a device similar to a corset. It snugly enveloped her thighs and calves, tightened by laces and straps at the back. This device, designed to protect the princess from harm, was locked. The tightly bound leg coverings compressed her legs, accentuating their slender lines while also highlighting her full hips. This restraint rendered her unable to move her legs freely. The princess could feel the sensation of her legs being tightly bound, a restraint that both limited her actions and brought a peculiar pleasure. At the end of her legs, her fair silk-clad limbs were adorned with white, locked ballet stilettos, forcing her to maintain a straight instep, her weight supported only on her toes, as if perpetually poised for a ballet performance. The ballet stilettos and her calves were locked directly into a metal, funnel-shaped skirt stay, resting on an iron plate, ensuring her feet remained centered on the plate, unable to move. The bottom of the circular plate featured exquisite rollers, allowing her to be moved when pushed. The princess's hands were similarly restrained. Beneath her lavender long-sleeved gown, she wore a pair of white silk, fingerless gloves, forcing her hands into fists, rendering her fingers immobile. Her wrists were clasped together by a pair of "8" shaped handcuffs. Then came a pale purple single-hand restraint, much like a corset with straps. This restraint directly bound her hands, forcing her elbows to touch. The exquisite, lace-trimmed straps of the single-hand restraint then wrapped around to the opposite shoulder, crossing beneath her collarbones. Her mouth, naturally, was tightly gagged with a white leather muzzle. Her jaw was immobilized, and her tongue was held by a ball gag within the muzzle, rendering it unable to move. The princess was entirely controlled by these restraints, and as a result, her body became exceptionally sensitive beneath them, with even the slightest movement bringing intense stimulation. Three years of confinement had long accustomed her to this state, and she no longer mourned her restrained life. She realized resistance was futile and instead began to confidently and gracefully embrace her bound existence, much like her aunt, Alhanna. She could not even imagine a future without these restraints, and a faint sense of comfort settled within her. The princess had fully matured, no longer the fragile princess needing her aunt's protection. She was filled with open-mindedness and courage, ready to face her life. She discovered that these restraints had become a source of inner strength, radiating an irresistible charm. Every delicate touch, every subtle movement brought her unparalleled pleasure. The princess learned to unleash her desires within her confinement, daring to display her body, confidently presenting herself as a work of art, showcasing its nobility, pride, allure, and elegance. Now heavily restrained and imprisoned in the royal gardens, she carried an air of confidence and openness that was the antithesis of her confinement, her posture filled with pride and nobility, as if she alone stood beneath the sky, displaying her elegance and charm to the world. Every action that maintained her restraint became a symbol of her confidence and freedom, further clarifying her identity and status. She had transcended external limitations and become her own mistress, actively transforming her body into a work of art, exuding confidence and sensuality. Her captivating posture and graceful movements constantly drew the gaze of those around her, but not for them; it was solely for her own pleasure and pride. In her life, restraint was no longer a limitation but a form of self-expression. The princess proved to the world through her existence that her inner elegance and charm could not be confined by any bonds. She was ready to embrace the future, whether bound or free, and would display her charm and strength in her unique way. This experience of confinement had, in fact, bestowed upon the princess a new identity and freedom. No longer bound by external expectations, she had become her own master. She faced the future with captivating allure and the courage to pursue her desires. "Mmmph!" The princess, entirely restrained, was pushed through the garden by a maidservant behind her. She gracefully accepted the fact of her restraint and being propelled forward, looking confidently at another similarly restrained companion beside her, offering a captivating smile. This companion was none other than her aunt, Princess Alhanna! Princess Alhanna had come to visit her niece, Belle, today. Married, she wore a gown similar to Isabella's, her feet also locked by metal plates and skirt stays, her hands bound by single-hand restraints. However, her attire was in vibrant fuchsia and creamy white hues, unlike the royal princess's lavender and white style. Other decorations and styles, including the restraint devices on both women, were very similar, with no significant differences. Princess Alhanna was now a mature woman of 35, a wife and mother. Her hair, unlike that of an unmarried princess, was entirely braided into a long plait, coiled into an exquisite bun at the nape of her neck. The bun was artfully arranged on her head, forming a complex and ornate structure. Like Princess Isabella, she wore a black veil over her head, covering her entirely as a married woman. "Mmmph." Princess Alhanna returned her niece's equally captivating smile, pleased that her niece had come to terms with her fate and life of restraint. "Mmmph, mmmph." The two princesses, pushed by their maids, moved slowly through the garden, communicating with muffled sounds. Although they had never exchanged any coded messages, the two, who had lived together like sisters, could understand each other's muffled utterances with telepathic understanding. "Mmmph. Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph. Mmmph. Mmmph." Thus, surrounded by flowers, the two princesses, pushed by their maids, moved along, emitting soft, muffled sounds. Both beautiful women wore happy smiles, constantly communicating their affection through these muffled sounds. "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph." Princess Alhanna smiled at Isabella, using muffled sounds to tell her niece that she had just given birth to her third child. Her first two children were twins, named Louis and Leon, whom Princess Isabella had met once long ago. This third child, born just two weeks ago, was a girl named Marie. "Mmmph!" Princess Isabella beamed with a happy smile, responding to her aunt's joyous news. She had missed her aunt dearly, having not seen her much for over half a year. Soon, the maids pushed the two princesses into a marble pavilion in the garden, produced chains, and locked them onto the neck braces around the princesses' necks. They then secured the other end of the chains to metal locks in the garden, much like tethering dogs. This made it impossible for any unauthorized intruder to abduct the princesses. The princesses were thus spared the jarring ride on the cobblestone paths and could stand to rest for a while, continuing their muffled communication. "Mmmph, mmmph. Mmmph." The two princesses, like two not-so-noisy little birds, stood in the pavilion, communicating with muffled sounds. Both wore smiles, occasionally breaking into joyous laughter, showing no sign of being restrained princesses. Alhanna's situation was understandable; she was restrained daily by those she loved. However, Isabella's open-mindedness and cheerfulness even earned Alhanna's admiration and respect. "Mmmph, mmmph." Alhanna smiled happily, both praising and admiring her niece's current state of mind, and also conveying good news. "Mmmph." Princess Isabella smiled, her face, unable to nod due to the neck brace, looked at her aunt and blinked, indicating gratitude and understanding of the news. Today, thanks to Alhanna, three noblemen who courted Princess Isabella had also arrived at the castle. However, they were not permitted to enter the garden with the princesses and would have to wait until the princesses and Alhanna left the garden to meet her in a designated area. The princess was not particularly fond of these three noblemen, but they were men who could speak and tell her what was happening in the outside world. Her knowledge of the outside world in recent days had come from these three noblemen who frequently accompanied her aunt on visits. "Mmmph!" Princess Isabella's smile turned eager, and she let out a series of urgent muffled sounds. The maids quickly understood the princess's intent, came over, unlocked the chains on the princesses' necks, and pushed the two princesses back towards the castle. ——————— Soon, the two princesses were pushed back into the castle and escorted to Princess Isabella's residence in the princess tower. However, it was not the princess's chamber at the top of the tower, which served as a prison, but the floor below. This was the highest floor accessible to outsiders. It contained a beautifully appointed room, smaller than the princess's chamber. After entering and locking the door, there was a small adjoining room with a narrow, rectangular window, allowing Princess Isabella to see outsiders. Of course, Princess Alhanna, being royalty, was permitted to enter the room with Isabella. Soon, the two princesses were pushed into the small adjoining room. The iron window on the small bed was opened, and the two princesses saw the people outside.

Her exquisite skin showed few wrinkles, only the faintest lines hinting at the passage of time. Smooth and delicate as flawless white porcelain, it spoke of meticulous care and refined taste. Bathed in the years, she retained a youthful countenance, as if eternal beauty resided upon her face. Her lips were a lush, crimson hue, sensual and captivating. By all accounts, this mature noble beauty was a woman of unparalleled loveliness in this world. If Isaac's memory served him correctly, Sarah Trandor was once hailed as the "Number One Beauty of Goulens." Her figure was equally alluring, boasting a voluptuous and sensual curve. Her attention-grabbing 36E breasts were firm and full, impossible to look away from, exuding the seductive charm of a mature woman. Her hips measured a magnificent 37 inches, showcasing her ample and enticing curves. Undoubtedly, having borne children had made her hips even more rounded, bestowing upon her a graceful and alluring aura. Beneath the prominence of her large hips, her body's lines became even more full and rounded, adding to the allure of a mature woman. Yet, beneath the massive breasts and generous hips, her waist was a slender 24 inches! This created a perfect curve in proportion to her bust and hip measurements. Such proportions lent her body a fluid grace, forming a perfect balance with her full breasts and hips, a shape so exquisite it was like a work of art, sculpting an enviable hourglass figure. Her long, captivating, and generously proportioned legs further accentuated her figure's curves. With her slender waist and long legs, her height of 176 centimeters made her statuesque, highlighting her noble bearing as a lady of status. Such a perfect physique displayed the beauty and sensuality of fullness and maturity. But at this moment, this noble, mature lady was tightly bound and restrained within this dark, gothic-style vampire coffin! Sarah Trandor was clad in a one-piece black leather restraint suit, styled like a straitjacket. Everything from below her nose was completely encased, not a sliver of skin visible. The restraint suit extended from below her nose to her feet. Her legs were encased as if in stockings and a hobble skirt, with a single black leather leg sheath fitted over both of Sarah's legs, forcing them together like a mermaid's tail. It was evident that the restraints at her ankles had a certain tension, forcing her feet into a pointed position, rather than the natural vertical alignment of foot and calf. The tight leather extended upwards, cinching her slender waist, making her already 24-inch waist even more so, effectively acting as a corset and nearly rendering her breathless! This tightening forced all the flesh from her waist downwards, either onto her ample hips or her massive breasts. The one-piece chest restraint encased her entire pair of enormous breasts. Her 36E breasts, bound by the leather, merged into a single, massive, ellipsoid mountain, rising high from her chest. Through the leather, one could faintly discern the two enormous globes of flesh straining outwards, attempting to break free of the leather's embrace with their sheer volume. Higher up, the leather encased her long, swan-like neck. Above this neck, a black collar was fitted, and above that, a black mask covered her entire face from below the nose. Inside the mask, undoubtedly, was a gag, tightly stuffing Sarah's mouth, rendering her incapable of making any sound. Sarah's hands were also enclosed within the restraint suit's seamless sleeves, which lacked cuffs. Her hands, pressed tightly by the black leather sleeves, were forced to her sides. In fact, the sleeves on her upper arms were forcibly attached and fixed to the sides of the suit's torso, preventing any movement of her arms. Her forearms were forced to fold beneath her massive breasts, brought together, and encased in a leather gauntlet as wide as her waist. The leather gauntlet, exuding an aristocratic lady's elegance, was extremely tight, its base directly connected to the waist restraint, firmly gripping and constricting her forearms. The sleeves of her forearms were effectively fixed together, acting like handcuffs, forcing her forearms to remain pressed together, completely unable to separate. This waist-connected gauntlet, combined with the bound forearms, rendered Sarah's forearms incapable of any forward, backward, left, right, up, or down movement, leaving her utterly immobilized. Even more restrictive, the "gloves" at the end of her forearms, lacking openings, were fingerless, forcing her hands, already positioned beneath her breasts and against her abdomen, into a clenched fist, unable to open. Beneath this full-body restraint, countless straps encircled her entire being: from her ankles, mid-calf, upper calf, lower thigh, upper thigh, crotch, waist, above and below her breasts, and around her neck. While cinching her, two straps extended from the sides of these restraints, connecting to the sides of the coffin and securing her tightly to the coffin walls. This held her precisely in the center of the coffin, so no matter how she struggled, she could only remain fixed like a piece of meat in the coffin's center! Under such stringent restraint, Sarah Trandor was like a mental patient confined by a straitjacket, completely unable to make any movement. Not to mention she was already sealed within a vampire coffin; even without restraints, escape would be impossible. And she was locked in the deepest cell of the dungeon. "Mmm... mmmph..." Sarah let out fearful whimpers, as if kidnapped by evil forces and imprisoned in a coffin, now being opened by a villain to be admired. She was terrified, unsure of what fate awaited her or how she would be toyed with. A faint "buzzing" sound emanated from her crotch, suggesting something vibrating beneath the extremely tight hobble skirt. "Mmmph... mmmph!!!" Sarah cried out in fear, sounding not like she was playing a game, but genuinely being tormented by villains. "Hmph," Sophia said angrily, raising her right hand and directly removing Sarah's blindfold— Those pair of mature, sapphire-blue eyes, filled with kindness, nobility, elegance, and solemnity, were revealed, looking at Sophia and Isaac: "Mmmph?? Mmmph!!!" Sarah looked at Sophia, a flicker of surprise, then again expressed her fear, panic, and immense shame with whimpers. "Mmmph.... mmmph!!" The mature Sarah looked on the verge of tears. Her face was a mask of fear and shame as she looked at Sophia and Isaac. This, however, made Isaac feel a bit strange. He hadn't seen his daughter in seven hundred years; why was she so afraid? He could understand her being afraid of being seen by her daughter in this state, but shouldn't there also be excitement and emotion? "..." Sophia's pupils were filled with blood. She seemed equally confused by her mother's reaction, and her mother's appearance clearly made her even angrier. Isaac felt awkward and terrified. He completely understood Sophia's thoughts. She was a noble queen; if her mother was bound, then she was born to a lowly female prisoner who was bound? Sophia wasn't particularly interested in whether Sarah liked being bound or not, nor whether Vlad had forced it upon her. But the fact that her mother was bound severely damaged Sophia's pride. Who wouldn't feel embarrassed seeing their mother bound and imprisoned? Especially Sophia! What was worse, Isaac had seen it! Isaac's face turned pale, feeling that he was doomed. Both Sophia and Vlad had discovered that he had seen Madam Sarah bound and imprisoned. For Sophia, her mother being bound and seen by this bastard Isaac was a matter of her mother's "face" and shame, which she didn't care about. Perhaps her mother was secretly someone who enjoyed being bound and shamed? But the problem was that she, Sophia, as the supreme queen, and her mother, the former Queen Consort! Her own noble dignity was closely linked to this. And this bastard Isaac had discovered that the supreme Queen Consort was bound? What did that make the daughter of a Queen Consort treated like a female prisoner or slave? "Gulp..." Isaac could feel Sophia's anger. What was even more terrifying was that Sarah's husband, Vlad, was right outside the door! Isaac felt that he was utterly finished this time, having offended two of the most powerful vampires at once. Ten lives wouldn't be enough to atone! "What is going on?" Sophia said through gritted teeth. Vlad, though inwardly embarrassed, remained outwardly calm, elegant, and imposing as he entered from the door. He walked to Sarah's coffin and looked at the peerless noblewoman within: "Sarah, this Fifi is the real Fifi." "Mmmph......" Sarah Trandor struggled to nod. Sophia suddenly understood. They were playing a role-playing game! It seemed that after Sarah was bound, Vlad often used magic to let her see Sophia, thus generating the shame of being seen by her daughter while bound and imprisoned! Her expression of shame and fear just now was precisely because she had been seen by her daughter while bound and imprisoned! The reason she didn't show emotion or joy at reuniting with her daughter was likely because she believed this daughter was merely an illusion, or perhaps she had grown accustomed to seeing Vlad's fabricated scenarios designed to humiliate her! "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Sophia's chest heaved, her breathing ragged. She turned to Vlad: "Vlad, you bastard, have you been using me, this Queen, as a sex toy?" "Mmmph!" Sarah in the coffin suddenly widened her eyes. Sophia's tone sounded so real. Her pupils dilated, and she finally seemed to realize that this Sophia was the real Sophia! "Sarah..." Vlad said with a hint of apology, but his tone remained aloof. Isaac, watching from the side, broke out in a cold sweat. This Vlad truly was as concerned with appearances as Sophia. No matter what, he had to maintain his image, just like Sophia. It was true that the apple didn't fall far from the tree... It seemed the Dominax family all favored aloofness and were arrogant, prideful individuals? "Watch your tone, brat." A terrifying voice echoed from within Isaac's mind. Isaac's legs instantly went weak, and he collapsed to the ground! He had forgotten that this guy, like Sophia, could read minds! The Dominax family's psychic abilities were not simply "simple" brainwave control. The human soul resides in the brain, specifically in the pineal gland. This is known as the "seat of the soul." The Dominax family's "soul control" controls the soul, but because the soul resides within the brain, they can also directly control the brain in a far more powerful and efficient manner than brainwave control. For creatures without brains, such as mummies, their souls are generally housed in their hearts. Thus, while the Dominax family couldn't use "brain-bursting techniques" on mummies, they could use "heart-bursting techniques." Wherever the soul resides, they can completely control it. Therefore, beings like liches, who store their souls in phylacteries, are extremely vulnerable to the royal vampires of the Dominax family. "Hoo hoo hoo..." Isaac was covered in a cold sweat, his face pale, sprawled on the ground. Wasn't he finished? Once Vlad knew what he had done to his daughter— "I'll deal with you later, brat. Now get up." Vlad's voice echoed. Isaac, suppressing tears of despair, forced himself to stand. "Vlad, you bastard, you've entered my follower's soul again while this Queen wasn't looking?" Sophia glared at Vlad, clearly having detected Vlad's telepathic communication and mind-reading of Isaac. Sophia wasn't interested in Isaac's fate, but Isaac was her possession. Vlad moving her possession without her consent made Sophia furious. Clearly, father and daughter were cut from the same cloth: extremely proud and considering themselves noble and unapproachable. "Mmmph?? Mmmph??" Sarah's eyes welled up with tears. She looked at Vlad excitedly, whimpering anxiously: "Mmmph!!! Mmmph?" "Yes, I said. This Fifi is real, our troublesome daughter." "Mmmph!!! Mmmph!!!" Sarah cried out excitedly, tears streaming from her eyes. Vlad walked elegantly to the coffin and, with a practiced wave, untied all the straps on Sarah. However, her restraint suit, which covered her from mouth to toes in one piece and was extremely, extremely tight, meant that even with the straps removed, she could do nothing but squirm. Moreover, the coffin was very narrow; even with the straps undone, Sarah could only curl up within it, with little room to even squirm. Then, Vlad, with a gentlemanly and elegant princess carry, lifted Sarah's perfectly long and voluptuous body. He looked at the gag on Sarah's mouth—this gag was not easily removed—and then looked at Sophia: "Wait for me."

"Little—Zack!" Sophia, still kneeling with her hands behind her back, turned her head and stared intently at Isaac. "You're dead!" "Sophia, I—Ughhhhhh!!!" Sophia once again unleashed the command she had implanted in Isaac's mind. Isaac was overcome with a reflexively agonizing pain throughout his body, collapsing onto the floor littered with furniture fragments! At this moment, "Clang!" a blue light flashed, and Vlad and Sarah returned. He no longer held Sarah in a princess carry but directly embraced her waist as she stood beside him. Sarah was once again restrained, just as she had been in the coffin. Sarah was once again clad in a black leather straitjacket, a one-piece garment resembling those from a mental institution. Unlike before, her mouth was free, and around her neck was a black collar. The collar was exceptionally wide, as tall as her neck itself! This directly pressed against and locked her neck, making it difficult for her to turn her head or lower it. Below the collar, a form-fitting straitjacket enveloped her from her feet to her neck. The leg restraints were also slightly different from before. While still resembling a hobble skirt, forcing her legs together like a mermaid's, her feet were no longer covered like socks. Instead, they were attached to a black, one-piece ballet high-heeled boot that completely encased them. The ballet high-heeled boot was seamlessly integrated with the stocking-like hobble skirt, forcing Sarah's ankles to remain straight, just like a ballet dancer. The end of the high-heeled boot featured a straight, integrated platform, and her heel had a heel slightly wider than normal. This resulted in Sarah's feet being encased in a single, plump, wide ballet high-heeled boot! Like a single glove, perhaps "single-foot shoe" would be the most accurate term. Of course, it couldn't truly be called a "shoe" as it lacked an opening at the top, being integrated with the entire hobble skirt, as if it were a stocking with a built-in sole. The other parts remained the same as before. The hip restraint snugly hugged her slender waist, making her already 24-inch waist even more so, preventing her from even breathing deeply or bending over. The one-piece chest restraint encased Sarah's entire pair of 36E super-large breasts. Sarah's hands were covered by closed sleeves, forcing her fists to clench. Her upper arms were pulled to her sides and secured, while her forearms were crossed over her abdomen beneath her massive breasts, encased and tightly bound by a black gauntlet as thick as her waist and as thick as the leather of the straitjacket. This completely concealed her hands, making them entirely invisible. Gauntlets were originally a fashionable accessory for noblewomen to keep their hands warm when going out, but for Sarah, this noblewoman, they instead became a restraint for her hands. The leather straps that had previously bound her in the coffin were no longer present. She was now "free," and this set of noblewoman's restraint attire was merely her "daily wear," not a restriction or confinement. While many restraints could be quite humiliating, this set instead made Sarah appear noble and dignified. The hobble skirt forced Sarah's legs together and straight, and the ballet high-heeled boots compelled her ankles to remain straight, providing an upright posture for her lower body. The straightened ankles, reminiscent of ballet, were as elegant and striking as classical dance. The straitjacket-style restraint, with her arms crossed in front, perfectly complemented the leather gauntlets that pressed tightly against her breasts from above and below. Gauntlets were originally a fashionable way for noblewomen to conceal their hands from inferiors. This restraint made Sarah appear like a standard noblewoman wearing gauntlets, with her upper arms pressed against her torso and her forearms crossed over her abdomen, exuding an air of nobility and fashion. The waist, cinched to its limit, forced her to arch her back and chest, pushing her massive breasts high. Combined with the collar around her neck elongating her beautiful neck, she was the epitome of a dignified, elegant, and reserved mature noblewoman! With Vlad standing beside her, embracing this mature woman's waist, she exuded an aristocratic bearing and noble aura! With the addition of the ballet high-heeled boots, Sarah's height reached approximately 190 cm. Vlad, already 190 cm, also had slightly elevated heels on his own boots, making him a few centimeters taller than his wife. He tightly embraced his wife's maximally cinched waist, appearing very solemn, noble, and imposing. At this moment, Vlad and Sarah looked at Isaac, who was groaning on the floor. Vlad raised his hand, and Isaac was instantly lifted into the air, flying before Vlad. His neck was caught—and then Vlad deactivated the fear command Sophia had implanted in Isaac. "Hah—hah—" Isaac was drenched in sweat, finally free from the pain. He would no longer have to fear Sophia's glare or cold snort as psychological attacks—and then Vlad tossed him aside like garbage. "Hmph." Sophia stared intently at Vlad. Vlad, embracing his wife, said elegantly, "He still needs to help me continue to make my daughter filial." "You!!!" Sophia, still bound by Isaac's command, struggled internally for a while before reluctantly saying, "Understood, Father." "Shouldn't you show some respect to your mother?" "Hmph." Sophia snorted coldly. Isaac, lying on the floor nearby, understood and shouted, "Finu! Treat your mother with the same attitude!" "Go to hell!!" Sophia, still kneeling, cursed at Isaac. Then, trembling all over, she turned to look at Sarah, who was embraced by Vlad. "Mom... Mom... I... I was wrong... I shouldn't have... always caused trouble since I was little... and always made you blame yourself for not educating me well..." "Fifi, it's alright." Sarah also showed a joyful smile as she looked at Sophia. Isaac hadn't made Sophia apologize, only to change her attitude. Clearly, with Sophia's intelligence, she knew she had always caused trouble since she was little, but with her prideful nature, she obviously couldn't admit it to her parents. "That..." Isaac suddenly said from behind, "Why don't we tie up Sophia, this rebellious bad daughter! That would be the greatest respect to her mother!" He had to perform well in front of Vlad! "What did you say? Do you want to die?" Sophia stared intently at Isaac, looking terrifying, furious, intimidating, majestic, and oppressive! "I, I, I—" Isaac was extremely frightened. He quickly turned to look at the high-and-mighty Vlad. Vlad thought for a moment, looked at Isaac, and actually nodded! "You!! You this!! Not a good father!!!" Sophia stammered incoherently. Because she couldn't disrespect Vlad, couldn't swear or curse, Sophia's tongue got tied for a long time, and she could only manage to say "not a good father." Vlad, who was usually aloof, had a slight upturn of his lips, looking very pleased. "Hurry up and do it." Vlad looked coldly at Isaac. Isaac quickly got up and walked towards Sophia— "You! How dare you!!!" Sophia, still kneeling with her hands behind her back, turned her head, looking flustered, angry, and majestic as she glared at Isaac. "If you dare—Ah!" Sophia was directly pulled up by Isaac, letting out a girlish cry of fear. "Straitjacket restraint!" Isaac commanded. Sophia's hands, previously behind her back, automatically moved to her front due to the command, just like her mother's, though she wasn't physically restrained. She simply performed the restraining action herself! "Hmm?" Isaac looked at Sophia, then at Sarah. "How about... uh... Father-in-law and Mother-in-law—" "Hmm?" Vlad stared coldly at Isaac. Sarah quickly said, "Vlad! Don't scare him! Just call them Father-in-law and Mother-in-law." "Hmph." Vlad snorted coldly. Isaac was sweating profusely. "That... I'll help Sophia change her clothes, make her wear the same restraints as Mother-in-law?" "Of course. I'm also a little curious to see Fifi tied up!" Sarah, already restrained into a dignified and mature noblewoman, spoke up first, much to Vlad's relief. "You're a mother who doesn't care about her daughter!" Sophia, restricted by Isaac's command, could only say such strange things. Sarah stopped and laughed heartily. "Haha, Fifi, you're really amusing like this!" "You pair of parents who don't like their daughter! You'll be unhappy because your daughter is hurt!" Sophia, due to her restrictions, could only say such things. In reality, Sarah and Vlad understood their daughter very well. This sentence, translated into Sophia's true meaning, would be: You shameless bastards, how dare you let this noble Queen be bound and humiliated by Isaac! You bastards will face retribution! "Sophia, let's go!" Isaac said, directly hoisting Sophia onto his shoulder! Sophia was momentarily stunned. Due to her instinctive loss of balance and fear of falling, she struggled with all her might! "Ah!! You!! Bad father and mother who are bad to their daughter!! You!!! You will!! You will!!" Sophia's tongue was still tied, trying to speak without cursing, but before she could finish, Isaac had already carried her away! "Little Zack, you bastard!! I will definitely kill you!!!" From a distance, Sophia's enraged curses and threats echoed. Five minutes later. "Hmph." Sophia was also restrained, just like Sarah. Such restraints were a trivial matter for Isaac, as Sophia was covered in restraint items. Isaac simply summoned a form-fitting leather suit that enveloped Sophia's entire body and transformed it into a straitjacket. He then bound Sophia's legs together and transformed them into a single tube, merging the single-tube hobble skirt with Sophia's existing slave boots (as this transformation was a basic function of Sophia's restraint items). He then created a gauntlet beneath her breasts. To match Sarah's restraints, Isaac deliberately changed Sophia's silver-blue glowing collar to black, so mother and daughter would have the same set of restraints. However, Isaac took it upon himself to install a large number of additional leather straps on Sophia. Starting from Sophia's neck, then above her breasts, below the gauntlet encasing her hands, at her waist, above and below her hips, and then two on each thigh and calf, he tightly bound the already restrained Sophia with these straps, securing her entire body. Isaac even used straps to tightly bind the cleavage between Sophia's breasts, forcefully separating her pair of massive breasts. Isaac said that Sophia was a madwoman who liked to smash her parents' furniture, and that the noblewoman's hobble skirt alone was not enough; she needed straps used for binding cattle and horses. This infuriated Sophia to no end, but because she was already bound, she could only obediently let Isaac use the straps to further bind her, who was already wearing the same noblewoman's restraint dress as her mother. The leather itself was elastic, so these straps, like ropes, dug into Sophia's flesh through the leather, tightly binding her like a black sausage, causing her body discomfort and inflicting extreme humiliation. After being restrained, Sophia's height directly reached nearly 195 cm due to the single-foot ballet high-heeled boots. However, this height was easily managed by Vlad. He used magic to slightly increase the height of his own boot soles, making himself about 197 cm tall, so he wouldn't have to look up at the damned Sophia. On the other hand, he also used magic to increase the platform and heel of Sarah's single-foot high-heeled boots, making Sarah as tall as her daughter, creating a harmonious and elegant feeling. As for Isaac, including his shoes, he was only 176 cm tall, significantly shorter than the other three, more than a head shorter, creating a severe sense of disharmony. "Hmph." Sophia glared intently at Vlad, whom she could no longer look down upon. Vlad's lips curved into a villainous smile. Seeing this demon Sophia transformed like this, forced to be restrained and become a dignified noblewoman like Sarah, he couldn't be happier! Sarah beside him was also very happy! She had tried her entire life to educate Sophia into a lady, and she never expected Isaac to fulfill that wish! Sophia now stood like a lady, with inconvenient gauntlets, her upper arms pressed tightly to her body, her legs clamped to their limit, her insteps straight, her neck locked, utterly dignified and elegant! Sarah looked at her daughter. At her request, her husband had now also bound her with the same style of leather straps as Sophia. These straps tightly bound Mrs. Sarah's body, making her "share the same hardships" as her daughter. She also asked Vlad to undo her noblewoman's updo, letting it fall naturally, just like her daughter's hair. This way, with her appearance almost identical to her daughter's, who was also restrained, she stood beside her daughter and said, as if to herself, "My Fifi and I really look like sisters!"

Several days later. In the plane where Sarah and Vlad are. Sophia, Isaac, and Sophia's parents are in a dark, Gothic room within Trandor Manor. The room's interior is decorated with an air of solemnity, making anyone feel the manor lord's authority and oppression, a fitting place for punishment. In the center of the oppressive room hangs a portrait of Sarah. In the portrait, Sarah is wearing a black leather straitjacket similar to the previous one, but her arms are not bound in front of her in a hand cage. Instead, they are restrained behind her by integrated single-hand gauntlets. Her feet are encased in integrated ballet high-heeled boots, binding her feet together in a single shoe. Above the boots is an integrated hobble skirt, tightly sealing her legs. Above that is the upper part of a seamless, integrated one-piece straitjacket dress, connected to the hobble skirt. The waist is designed to cinch tightly, constricting Sarah's waist. Her breasts are encased in enormous, integrated, ellipsoidal leather cups. At the shoulders, the straitjacket has no sleeves, replaced by single-hand gauntlets seamlessly integrated with the leather upper body. The gauntlets directly envelop Sarah's entire shoulders, then wrap around her straightened arms, which are bound together behind her in a Y-shape. Although her arms are completely encased, they are not merged with her torso. From the side, it looks as if Sarah's shoulders extend backward into a thick, arm-thick cape. Her neck is also tightly sealed by an integrated leather neck restraint, and above that, her chin, mouth, and cheeks are covered by leather, rendering her completely unable to make a sound. The background of the painting is a grim dungeon with a wooden pillar. An iron chain connects to the end of Sarah's gauntlets, further restricting her already immobile body, limiting even the space for her to struggle, making her appear as pathetic as a dog chained to a post. Sarah's face in the portrait is indeed tragic, filled with helplessness, pity, and sorrow, perfectly matching the oppressive atmosphere of the room where the painting hangs. In this oppressive room, Isaac and Vlad are

"Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia glared furiously at William, absolutely refusing. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph!" Sophia struggled fiercely. If her hands weren't bound, she would have rushed over to beat William. Enraged, Sophia kicked wildly at the air in William's direction with her free feet! "Heh heh, Sophia, that's not very ladylike! And Your Highness, you've always wanted to educate your daughter to be a lady, yet you yourself are not a lady. How could you be so intimate with your daughter?" "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia roared furiously at William, kicking the air with her feet and stomping, utterly furious. Sarah lowered her head, her face flushed crimson. Every word William spoke hit the mark! She had always wanted to raise her daughter to be a dignified lady, but she herself... she had so many rings on her body... and she had done those things with her daughter... it was truly... not ladylike. "Mmmph..." Tears actually streamed from Sarah's tightly closed eyes, showing how William had struck a nerve. "Heh heh, don't be afraid." William grinned sinisterly at the mother and daughter. Dozens of red marks adorned their buttocks. Just this morning, after being brought out of the secret room, having endured a night of edging without sleep, the mother and daughter had already been punished by William with a caning on their buttocks for being "not ladylike" and "violating the rules of noblewomen." But clearly, Sophia hadn't learned her lesson. "I will fulfill my duty as husband, stepfather, and son-in-law, and make my wife and daughter, and my wife and mother-in-law, into true ladies!" William grinned sinisterly. Sophia roared furiously! When had she become William's stepdaughter? Or his wife? Sophia was furious. William stepped forward, holding the cane, and brought it down on Sophia's large breasts— "Crack!!!" "Mmmph mmmph!!!" Sophia cried out in pain! "I should have taught you not to go crazy." William pointed the cane at Sophia, whose eyes had turned blood red. Sophia stared fixedly at William, and indeed, she stopped her frenzy. "Guards." William clapped his hands, and some disgusting, lewd zombies appeared. They first inserted a magical "Lady's Star" ruby into the mother and daughter's nether regions, then inserted a huge dildo into their anuses! Next, they locked the mother and daughter into polished metal chastity belts! Sarah's was polished milky white, while Sophia's was black! "Heh heh, now neither of you can stimulate yourselves down there, unless, unless I permit it, heh heh heh!" William snapped his fingers with a sinister grin. Sophia and Sarah felt the Lady's Star between their legs vibrate rapidly, causing their legs to go weak for a moment. But William quickly stopped the vibration. This made it clear: Sophia and Sarah could no longer stimulate the area between their legs unless William allowed it. He would personally use the Lady's Star to stimulate the mother and daughter—the unfortunate mother and daughter, tormented by edging all night, had yet to climax. Their desires had piled up like mountains, yet they could never release them. They were truly miserable. Then, the zombies brought out two large baby diapers, different from the previous simple adult diapers. Soon, they were put on Sophia and Sarah, and then white rubber shorts were put on them to ensure no liquid or gas could escape. Sophia's rubber shorts were black, and Sarah's were white, symbolizing the darkness of a vampire queen and the purity of a princess consort, respectively. Wearing diapers not only made Sophia and Sarah feel like infants, but more importantly, it made their buttocks appear much larger when they walked, and their sway would be much more pronounced. "How is it, my daughter, are you satisfied?" William walked up to Sophia and asked. Sophia kicked William in the crotch, sending him sprawling to the ground, clutching his balls and wailing, "Ahhh!!! Ahhh ahhh!!" "Hmph." Sophia snorted coldly. William, groaning on the ground, ordered the zombies to cane the mother and daughter. The zombies grabbed their canes and began to lash Sophia and her mother again, making their large buttocks swell even more. The mother and daughter cried out in pain! "Hmph, continue to make them ladies!" William got up from the ground, disheveled. The zombies brought out more props! First, stockings. Six or seven zombies rushed forward, their lewd hands grabbing the mother and daughter's full and incredibly long legs. After lifting them, they put super tight black and white stockings on them. All of Sophia's attire was black, while Sarah's was white. These stockings were incredibly tight, reaching

"Don't, don't come any closer!" Himiko collapsed on the ground, struggling to cover her nether regions, which were tightly bound by the crotch rope, with her hands. The composure and icy demeanor she had before were gone, replaced by a childlike panic. A guard was pushed forward by Shioyuki Kibu. He spoke timidly, "Your Highness, forgive my intrusion..." With that, he approached with a cloth. "You... shameless—Ah!" Himiko's words were cut short as the ropes, accompanied by the monk's chanting, split apart and snaked upwards towards her upper body. The monk chanted, "Amitabha, this is the Five-Flower Binding technique of Zhen Dan." As he spoke, the ropes coiled around Himiko's wrists behind her back, hoisting them upwards, looping them over her neck, and tightening them with immense force! "Urk!!!" Himiko's hands were pulled high above her head. The ropes then began to wrap around Himiko's arms, spiraling around her limbs through the sleeves of her white *go-fu*. The ropes continued upwards, binding her arms tightly. They then extended from her shoulders, wrapping around her, and finally pulled towards her chest from both sides, digging into her cleavage through the *go-fu*. Her breasts were thus split in two, separated by the white, sacred attire. The rope that dug into her cleavage formed an 'X' shape across her chest. Below her breasts, it traced the curve of her bosom, extending towards the opposite side from where the rope originated. It then pulled back up along the sides of her breasts, tightening them upwards. Finally, it crossed horizontally above her chest, encircling her torso, and then another loop was made below her chest. This way, Himiko's chest, encased in the pure white attire reminiscent of a shrine maiden, was bound in an '8' shape from all directions. Reinforced by horizontal ropes above and below, her 34D breasts were completely constricted, protruding from the *go-fu* in a voluptuous display! Even her waist was additionally bound, securing the *go-fu* firmly to her body. "Shameless!" Himiko, now completely bound, weakly uttered. The guard, holding the wiping cloth, began to clean her lower body, which had been soiled by the constriction. "Your Highness, I beg your pardon," the guard whispered, reaching towards Himiko's lower body. "Ah!" Himiko writhed sensually, glaring at the guard. "If you truly respected me, you wouldn't betray me with such false piety." "This... we are all under Lord Shioyuki's command... I have elders to care for, and I dare not disobey orders..." "Shameless, despicable, vulgar." Himiko was utterly immobilized. All she could do was lash out verbally. However, realizing her defeat was inevitable, her expression gradually reverted to its former indifferent, almost expressionless, coldness. Her tone also returned to its original emotionless cadence, as if she were a robot repeating aggressive words without any emotional fluctuation. Despite this, she continued to struggle on the ground, looking at the floor as if resigned, like a doomed grasshopper making a final, futile resistance. At this moment, another trusted subordinate of Shioyuki Kibu approached. He was the future fourth-in-command of the Shioyuki family, ranking just below Shioyuki Kibu, Shioyuki Ryusen, and Shioyuki Ryugi. His future name was Shioyuki Kima. "Your Majesty, perhaps you should quiet down for a while." He then produced something. "This is one of the treasures gifted by Master Zhen Dan, specifically for wicked women like you who spew venom. We shall fit it on you now!" It was a gag, shaped like a horse's bit or a mouth gag, but with an internal protrusion resembling a man's phallus. The entire gag was made of gold, exuding an imposing aura. "Amitabha, Lady Zhen was also adorned with similar noble jewelry. After all, people like you and Lady Zhen are likely to cast spells, so it's necessary to silence you," the old monk said serenely. "Don't touch me—Urk!!!" Himiko's mouth was directly pressed by Shioyuki Kima. Suddenly, a crackling sound was heard. Himiko generated a small-scale thundercloud within her mouth! "Ah! It even discharges electricity?" Shioyuki Kima recoiled, clutching his hand that had been zapped. Himiko spat out the half-inserted wooden stick, shook her long hair out of her face, and said in a cold, expressionless tone, "I warned you not to touch me." "Then don't blame me for being impolite! Bring the demon-subduing pestle sent by the master." "Considering you are the Queen, we initially didn't want to humiliate you with this. But you are too stubborn, so we must show you some consequences." With that, Shioyuki Kima produced a treasure. What demon-subduing pestle? It was nothing more than a dildo! The pestle had a smooth, jade-like appearance, with a hint of chicken-blood red within its black texture, clearly not an ordinary object. Shioyuki Kima bent down, intending to insert the treasure into Himiko's nether regions. "Insolence!" Himiko's expression finally reappeared, no longer indifferent. Clearly, this "demon-subduing pestle" was extremely potent against women! She looked at the pestle with some fear, wriggling her hips to evade it. However, the old monk gave her no chance. He chanted a spell, and the immortal-binding rope on Himiko's body emitted a solid electric shock. Himiko convulsed weakly again. Shioyuki Kima quickly pulled aside one edge of the *go-fu* that was being constricted. Then, he pried open the rope binding Himiko's petals and thrust the demon-subduing pestle into her flower's core, inserting it all the way to the hilt. He then tightened the rope back into place. Himiko felt a distending pain in her abdomen. Her lower passage was filled by the demon-subduing pestle. Any slight movement sent a tingling sensation, but there was no other discomfort. Himiko let out a soft gasp, feeling the discomfort in her nether regions. She tried to contract her lower body muscles to expel the damned stick, but the rope binding her core sealed her honey pot. Himiko continued to exert force, but then felt power filling her body. However, shortly after, the demon-subduing pestle responded. Himiko felt the accumulated power drain away through the pestle like water through a funnel. "You... ah... mmm, ahh, ohh!" Himiko's eyes narrowed as she emitted seductive cries on the ground. Her voice was incredibly lewd, utterly incapable of maintaining her former cold, expressionless, ice-beauty image! The demon-subduing pestle not only drained Himiko's power but also utilized her vampire energy, emitting a slow current and even a slight vibration. Himiko lay limply on the ground, her eyes glazed over, completely subdued by the demon-subduing pestle! The soldier picked up the gag that had fallen on the ground. This time, Himiko could only squint, her waist twisting uncontrollably, utterly unable to resist. The soldier effortlessly shoved the wooden stick into Himiko's mouth and secured several golden buckles of the leather straps on her head with an exquisite small lock. "Truly tenacious. We had to use the entire set of treasures before you'd give in," another soldier remarked with a sigh. "This monk master is truly remarkable. He said that female zombies guard their yin, and inserting this demon-subduing pestle opens the yin gate, rendering their demonic powers useless. Quite logical! Haha." "I bet our Queen is enjoying herself right now. It's been a long time since she's seen a man, hasn't it? We should thank us. Look at her alluring expression. Usually, she's expressionless, but now she's got this lewd look!" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Himiko, with her remaining strength, lifted her head and glared at the soldiers who were mocking her. "Hahaha, still so stubborn! Take her to the dungeon!" Shioyuki Kibu's voice boomed. Himiko, lying on the ground and whimpering, was dragged away. —-------------------------------------------- Five days later. In a stone mausoleum. Deep beneath the mausoleum, a small, square chamber was located about 30 meters underground. The chamber was surrounded by natural stone walls, with only a small entrance in the front. There was no light, only complete darkness. "My dear sister, this will be your new home from now on." Shioyuki Kibu looked at Himiko with a sinister grin. Himiko's *go-fu* had been neatly rearranged, restoring her noble aura as a shrine maiden and queen. The crotch rope was hidden inside the hem of the *go-fu*. On the outside, however, were layers of ropes, from her waist to her hips, thighs, and calves, binding her *go-fu* tightly to her body, rendering her immobile. Himiko's calves and thighs were also folded, preventing her from straightening her legs. An additional rope was tied around her neck, securing her wrists behind her neck. Any slight movement would cause painful constriction on her neck. A chain hung from the ceiling, locked onto the rope behind Himiko's neck. Another rope extended from the neck-constricting rope to the front, binding it to the ropes around Himiko's thighs. This way, Himiko could only maintain a kneeling posture, completely immobile. "Mmm..." Himiko, with eyes that could pierce the darkness, stared intently at Shioyuki Kibu. Shioyuki Kibu gazed at Himiko with a sinister grin. "Older sister, I won't kill you. Because your blood is not just royal blood, but the blood of a born king. It's more than that; it's the blood of a Sun Priestess. Your blood is far more precious than ordinary royal blood!" "Hmph." Himiko glared at Shioyuki Kibu, unable to resist in any way. "So, you shall slumber in your tomb forever!" With that, Shioyuki Kibu produced a gold-inlaid mask gifted by the old monk of Zhen Dan. The mask was long and oval, large enough to cover the entire face from the eyebrows to just above the upper lip. "Hmph." Himiko, with the mask placed upon her, let out a cold snort. Then, a golden muzzle was also placed over Himiko's mouth, covering the previous gag. It fit perfectly with the lower edge of the mask above, forming a seamless whole. "Mmm." Himiko's muffled sounds became much quieter. Shioyuki Kibu grinned sinisterly. "My dear *oneesan*, it's time to say goodbye to your voice." He then inserted a pair of golden earplugs directly into Himiko's ears. Her hearing, the pride of a vampire, was thus stripped away. Himiko could no longer hear the outside world. She could no longer see what was in front of her. The mask also deprived her of her sense of smell. As a vampire, she didn't need to breathe, but she could no longer feel the sensation of air. Her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes were all deprived. Her body was forcibly bound in a kneeling posture in the underground stone chamber, and no one would ever come to save her. Never.

In a grand circular hall, approximately 80 meters in diameter, a mysterious atmosphere enveloped everything. The soaring dome was dotted with intricate magical runes, emitting a soft glow. Sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor, as if magic danced in the air. The walls surrounding the hall were carved with arcane symbols, and various magical artifacts were displayed, showcasing a rich wizarding tradition. In the center of the hall, a crystal ball larger than a person hovered in the air, emanating a faint, ethereal blue light, as if containing boundless magical power. "Ms. Jane, this is the core area of the Wizard's Council, the Wizard's Sanctuary," John Dee said, standing here with Jane and Aelsbeth behind him. "The legendary meeting place of the wizards of Aerilan and Guren," Jane observed the room filled with mystical objects. The Wizard's Council was a highly elite organization, composed of wizards from Aerilan and Guren. Only Archmages, legendary mages, and high-ranking mages under 35 years of age could join upon invitation. "Ms. Jane, according to the rules of the Wizard's Council, witches must be restrained. With your and Ms. Habsburg's abilities, being restrained should not be a significant issue, right?" As he spoke, John Dee extended his hand, summoning two manacles, one blue and one black. Jane had long, flowing shoulder-length hair, with an elegant, precisely parted fringe framing her forehead. The rest of her hair cascaded down to her waist. She wore a blue off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved, strapless evening gown. The neckline of the dress was an approximation of a sweetheart neckline, revealing her shoulders, collarbones, and cleavage entirely. It was an approximation because its shape was actually an obtuse V-neck, the tip of which naturally pointed to Jane's deep décolletage. The dress featured relatively wide sleeves that were fitted on her upper arms. The off-the-shoulder sleeves had large, folded-over cuffs near the shoulders, extending from her arms to above the V-neckline. The edges of these cuffs were trimmed with a circle of golden lace, exuding opulence. Jane's dress was tightly fitted at the waist, creating a pronounced cinched effect. From the hips down, the skirt flared outwards in a narrow A-line, revealing ample pleats and a very elegant sweep. On her head, Jane wore a pointed witch's hat, but the tip of the hat sagged backward, adding a touch of cuteness. "Hmph, you certainly are polite," Jane said with a huff, taking the blue manacles from John Dee. John Dee, ever the gentleman, stepped forward, intending to help her put them on. "No need," Jane refused coldly, using magic to control the manacles. She placed her hands behind her back, and the manacles directly clasped onto her wrists. Jane's long-sleeved arms were pulled behind her by the magically controlled manacles, her exposed, smooth shoulders opening backward. Then, the tightening cords on the manacles, under the influence of magic, cinched tightly, crossed, and secured, pressing Jane's arms together behind her back with her elbows touching. Her incredibly smooth shoulders were thus pulled taut, opening backward completely, forcing her to lift her head and chest, prominently displaying her magnificent bosom. Jane's deep cleavage was fully revealed, drawing John Dee's gaze to it repeatedly. As the manacles tightened to their limit, Jane's elbows were forced together behind her back, rendering her arms completely immobile. A pair of blue straps extended directly from the manacles to the front, crossing in an X shape at Jane's collarbones, binding her arms and preventing escape. This made Jane feel a sense of insecurity and shame, not because of the restraint itself, but because her chest was pushed forward by the manacles, as if anyone could rush forward and grab a handful. Her arms, bound behind her, offered no protection to her prominent chest, creating a feeling of helpless vulnerability. Aelsbeth, clad in a black robe, also snorted and accepted the black manacles. A shadow enveloped her, and no one could see what happened. When the shadow receded, Aelsbeth was still in her black robe. John Dee was about to speak when he was interrupted by Aelsbeth's icy voice, "This Duchess has already put them on. That's all." John Dee had no choice but to cease his inquiry. Beneath the black robe, Aelsbeth's hair was still tied in a low bun at the nape of her neck, as before. She wore a sleeveless black evening gown in a dark witch style. The area above the bust and the collarbones were covered by semi-transparent black lace, extending over her entire shoulders and arms, and serving as aristocratic gloves, exuding a sensual aura. Outside the robe, John Dee clearly noticed that the bust area of the black robe had become more prominent than before, as if about to burst from within. Undoubtedly, Aelsbeth had put on the restraining manacles. Now, this beauty in black had her arms locked behind her by black manacles, her shoulders, wrapped in black lace, opened backward, and her chest forced to protrude. Her arms, locked behind her, could not even protect her vulnerable chest. Fortunately, she was covered by the robe, preventing any violation of her chest through the fabric. Even so, clad in the robe, she exuded a sense of helplessness. This helplessness, combined with the Duchess's inherent commanding presence, stirred in John Dee an urge to conquer her as a trophy. "Welcome, ladies. Ms. Jane has been accepted. As for Ms. Habsburg, as a member of the Council, you are our honored guest." With that, John Dee led the way, guiding the two ladies deeper into the Wizard's Council. He occasionally turned to look at Jane behind him, his gaze sweeping from top to bottom over Jane, whose arms were bound behind her, making her appear like a streamlined floor vase, like an art piece, which annoyed Jane greatly. Aelsbeth, on the other hand, secretly rejoiced, feeling a sense of security, having donned the robe precisely to prevent such a situation from befalling her. There were about twenty or so mages gathered here, representing the combined magical prowess of Aerilan and the three nations of Aerni, Scotland, and Guren. "Master Ales," Jane spotted the legendary mage Ales from Guren and greeted him. "Ms. Jane," Master Ales looked at Jane with respect, but even the usually gentlemanly Master Ales couldn't help but glance at the deep cleavage of Jane's bosom. "I heard you were invited by John. Welcome," Master Ales said, looking at Jane. Jane smiled and nodded. Jane turned around and saw her former magic teacher from the Aerilan Lake Academy, Archmage Ms. Mei. She had neat, shoulder-blade length dark hair, sparkling eyes, and thin lips. She wore a deep blue evening gown, appearing to be a mature woman of about 35, with almost no wrinkles and remarkably well-preserved skin, all thanks to magic. This mature Archmage also had her arms bound behind her by a special pair of manacles. These V-shaped manacles bound her hands behind her in a reverse prayer position, with her elbows touching, allowing them to be secured by this small V-shaped leather strap. There was no opening above, completely locking her arms. Due to the manacles, Ms. Mei's shoulders were forced backward, and her chest was compelled to protrude, displayed like a work of art for admiration. "Teacher," Jane turned to her former teacher. The teacher, whose arms were bound in a reverse prayer position, also looked at Jane. "Jane, you are truly remarkable, becoming an Archmage at such a young age. This is an unprecedented record in Aerilan's thousand-year history." "Thank you for your praise, Teacher," Jane replied humbly. Jane glanced at a young, handsome mage wearing a witch's hat behind her teacher. This mage was Bernard, one of Clement's capable students, who had once tried to pursue Jane, his junior, who was the campus belle of the Guren Magic Academy. However, Jane, as the campus belle, clearly disliked him because Bernard was a talented but spoiled noble. Such a noble, with good grades and high magical proficiency, possessed an arrogant air, as if the whole world should revolve around him, especially since teachers always favored them. He instinctively believed he was naturally entitled to be with the campus belle, and was thus fiercely rejected by a girl like Jane, who was both academically excellent and the campus belle. "Are you Jane Lancais?" Mage Bernard approached Jane, speaking in a boastful, spoiled manner. "It's been a few years. You've joined the Wizard's Council? But that's no surprise. After all, you were a high-ranking mage at such a young age, just like me, qualified to receive an invi—" "Archmage," Jane suddenly changed her tone, coldly interrupting the spoiled noble's boast. "Archmage? Archmage?" Bernard, now a 32-year-old high-ranking mage, was stunned by Jane's words. "Junior Jane, you're... joking, right?" "I am not one to boast like you. I am now an Archmage recognized by the Aerilan Ministry of Magic. You had better show me some respect and call me Master." Bound by the manacles, Jane looked down arrogantly at Bernard. Bernard was roughly the same height as Jane, who was 174 cm tall, but Jane was wearing high heels that exposed her instep, completely allowing Jane to look down on this noble. Jane finally experienced the feeling of Sophia looking down on people. Even in manacles, Jane exuded a powerful, noble aura that imposed a sense of pressure on the other person. "Junior Jane, this... must we? We were classmates after all—" "Show me some respect," Jane directly adopted a professorial tone. Although Bernard was also a magic researcher, he was completely overshadowed by Jane's Archmage aura. "Junior Jane... Master Lancais," Bernard said resentfully, looking at Jane. Humiliated by Jane, he turned away and left reluctantly. "One should humiliate these arrogant, ignorant noble brats like that," Aelsbeth sneered from the side. Jane also snorted proudly. "Hmph, that guy was so persistent back then. If it weren't for Princess Isabella's help, I would have been driven mad by him." Jane said calmly. Princess Isabella, who treated Jane, a foreigner actually a year older than herself, like a younger sister and protected her, had once visited Jane and encountered Bernard being overly familiar with Jane, even grabbing Jane's right hand. Princess Isabella immediately ordered her soldiers to push Bernard away, rescued Jane, and told Bernard that Jane belonged to the Princess and was not someone he could casually pursue. Jane was very grateful to the Princess for this. The Princess also thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of protecting and helping other girls, just like her idol Aunt Alhana—after all, this was the primary reason the Princess initially became close to Jane; she wanted someone to help her experience the feeling of being like Aunt Alhana, and the unfamiliar foreigner Jane was the perfect candidate. "Alas, I wonder how Princess Isabella is doing," Jane sighed.

Centuries later. Within the underground palace where Himiko was imprisoned. "Lady Tamamo," Shiozuki Kibu respectfully greeted a peerlessly beautiful woman walking towards him. This beauty was none other than Tamamo-no-Mae, who would later battle Isaac and his companions. At this moment, Tamamo-no-Mae, known as Tamamo-kitsune, was dressed similarly to her future appearance, her hair tied up, exuding a powerful and seductive queenly aura. She wore a kimono that revealed her cleavage, incredibly alluring, filled with charm and enchantment, yet devoid of the vulgarity of a prostitute. Instead, she possessed an air of noble dignity. Behind them followed a woman in her late twenties, resembling a typical Japanese married woman, wearing a kimono with a black base embroidered with countless vibrant flowers. Her hands were bound behind her back in the Japanese *hotei-kubi* style, and a rope secured her arms across her chest. Her expression was one of submission, her mouth gagged with a white cloth dotted with small circles. She was Shiozuki Kibu's beautiful wife, captured over the centuries. Originally a female warrior sent to assassinate him, she was now the married beauty, Shiozuki Kyoko. "Tap, tap, tap." The sound of high heels striking the stone floor echoed. In Tamamo-kitsune's left hand floated a ball of blue light. The three walked through the secret passage and finally arrived at Himiko's tomb. Himiko knelt quietly, her *go-i* kimono replaced with an exquisite shrine maiden's outfit. The upper half was a pure white shrine maiden top, and the lower half was a red *hakama*. This attire better suited her former identity as the supreme religious leader, the Sun Priestess, and was also a peculiar form of dark amusement for Shiozuki Kibu. Her upper body, previously bound in the *Chōdan-gogyō-da-baku* style, was now secured with Japanese bondage, wrapping around her chest and pulling her hands behind her in the *hotei-kotei-shōte-kubi* manner. Himiko's face was still covered by a mask and a veil, and earplugs remained in her ears. Himiko knelt there silently, like a sacrificial maiden offering, exuding a sense of defiled sanctity. "Is she dormant?" Tamamo-kitsune asked, looking at the kneeling, utterly silent, and motionless Himiko with some confusion. "Indeed. Shall I awaken her?" Shiozuki Kibu licked his lips and asked with a sly grin. Vampires could enter a dormant state, much like many vampires slumbering for countless years in their coffins. Dormancy halted bodily energy degradation, bypassed bloodlust, and could even be used to heal severely damaged bodies when necessary, as not all vampires possessed sufficient magical talent for restorative spells. The repair of a damaged soul could also be achieved through dormancy, a luxury not afforded to other races with such ease of soul restoration. Many severely injured vampires would lie in their coffins for hundreds or even thousands of years, recovering through dormancy. After all, vampires originated from humans and, like most humans, lacked magical talent. To recover from critical injuries without sufficient resources, this primitive method was their only recourse. Naturally, to prevent herself from descending into madness during the long years of captivity, Himiko entered a dormant state, only to be awakened when Shiozuki Kibu drew her blood. "Awaken her," Tamamo-kitsune said. Shiozuki Kibu stepped forward, one hand grasping Himiko's breast, the other removing her earplugs and veil, though the gag remained in her mouth. "It's time to wake up, Onee-chan," Shiozuki Kibu cast a spell, forcibly awakening the dormant Himiko. A pair of unwilling, resentful eyes fixed on Shiozuki Kibu, but they held no fury or hatred. It seemed Himiko understood that deep-seated animosity was futile in this situation. She was accustomed to it, her expression almost blank. "Onii-san, someone wants to see you," Shiozuki Kibu stepped aside with a wicked smile. The moment Himiko saw Tamamo-kitsune, her eyes flickered, then calmed, her expression becoming serene once more, returning to the impassive gaze of an ice queen. "Long time no see, it's been a thousand years, hasn't it?" Tamamo-kitsune looked at Himiko, maintaining her seductive expression. "I apologize." "..." Himiko's ice-queen gaze met Tamamo-kitsune's, neither subservient nor arrogant, without uttering a sound. "I've come to reclaim what belongs to me. I apologize that it has harmed you." Tamamo-kitsune's expression showed a fleeting sadness, which quickly reverted to her seductive demeanor. "Well, what can be done? Your little brother is now the biggest evil force in the East. I do enjoy making friends with evil forces." "..." Himiko did not respond, continuing to stare at Tamamo-kitsune with a cold, expressionless gaze. "You've prepared the backup ropes, haven't you?" Tamamo-kitsune asked Shiozuki Kibu. "Yes." "Why don't you find a way, with this divine artifact in hand, to bind me with this 'immortal-binding rope' too? This artifact is something even I cannot deal with. Am I not beautiful enough?" Tamamo-kitsune teased Shiozuki Kibu. "The forces behind you are not to be trifled with," Shiozuki Kibu said calmly. Tamamo-kitsune extended her hand, and the immortal-binding rope on Himiko floated up, returning to Tamamo-kitsune's hand. However, Himiko was still bound by another set of ropes, with the exact same binding pattern, directly layered over the original immortal-binding rope, tightly securing the tragic priestess. "Pfft, haha, are you afraid of Little Kai? He wouldn't care about his sister's life or death," Tamamo-kitsune laughed seductively, her captivating face causing Shiozuki Kibu to falter for a moment. He recovered and said, "I'm not talking about that monkey, but about Shuten-doji." "Well, that little brat is quite violent. You can't beat him, can you?" Tamamo-kitsune, holding the rope, smiled seductively in front of Shiozuki Kibu. Shiozuki Kibu said coldly, "No one in the entire East can defeat him." "Well, I heard humans are forging a sword specifically for him," Tamamo-kitsune smiled seductively, gesturing to Shiozuki Kibu's lips with her index finger, then continued, "Could you please stop tormenting her from now on? Let her remain in eternal imprisonment, eternal slumber. Please don't wake her up again, can you?" Tamamo-kitsune said enchantingly. Shiozuki Kibu felt a surge of pity and desire within him. "Of... of course..." "Then it's settled," Tamamo-kitsune, at some unknown point, had taken Himiko's veil and earplugs from Shiozuki Kibu's hand. Shiozuki Kibu's heart leaped, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. "Well, my farewell to you should be eternal," Tamamo-kitsune said, looking into Himiko's cold eyes, and placed the veil back on, depriving Himiko of breath and sight. "Farewell, my old friend," Tamamo-kitsune said with a seductive smile, whispering into Himiko's ear, "Sleep peacefully." With that, she inserted the earplugs into Himiko's ears, depriving her of all five senses. "Shall we go?" Tamamo-kitsune smiled, just as the great poet of the Tang Dynasty wrote in "Song of Everlasting Sorrow," a回头一笑百媚生 (a backward glance and a smile that brings a hundred charms). Shiozuki Kibu was completely stunned. "Let's go?" Tamamo-kitsune said seductively, taking Shiozuki Kibu's hand. With Kyoko silently following behind, the three walked towards the small, door-sized passage. "You promised, you won't come here again." As the three gradually disappeared into the darkness, the passage collapsed.

"Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia let out muffled growls of rage, being dragged along by the imposing and forceful Pepy. He pulled her stumbling, preventing her from keeping pace with his strides, leaving her utterly disheveled. Each tug sent a wave of imbalance through Sophia's body, forcing her to struggle just to stay upright. Her muffled cries were filled with fury and helplessness. "We're here." Pepy sat directly on the throne. A stone chair, facing the throne, was summoned by Pepy. Konrad scrambled to his feet and approached. Pepy waved his hand, "No need to mind. Let my fiancée sit." "Yes!" Konrad said, producing a bundle of ropes and keys. He first unlocked Sophia's handcuffs. As Sophia was about to resist, Pepy used his powerful telekinesis to freeze her in place. The Pepy clan were all powerful, innate psychics, extremely rare in the human world, but genuine superpowered individuals! Pepy was one, Ramesses was one, Nefertiti was one, and Nitocris was one. However, after Nitocris became a mummy, she lost her brain and thus her superpowers. These beings, born with superpowers, became even more formidable after acquiring the Safisanes family's ability of "Intelligence Enhancement," making them unreachable to ordinary psychics! Pepy possessed two superpowers: the most common telekinetic, and the shapeshifter, capable of freely altering his body! This was thanks to his innate psychic abilities, combined with the "Brain Enhancement" of the Safisanes. The powerful telekinesis rendered Sophia unable to resist. Konrad, holding the ropes, directly bound Sophia's hands to the stone armrests of the chair. He then took two loops of rope and tied them around Sophia's upper arms, above and below her breasts, securing her arms to her torso and incidentally pressing her massive breasts tighter. Finally, he bound Sophia's back to the stone chair. "Hmph." Sophia glared fiercely at Pepy. Pepy placed his withered hand on Sophia's incredibly soft cheek. "What a beautiful face." Sophia's eyes were filled with anger and helplessness; she could not escape Pepy's control. Pepy's fingers continuously traced Sophia's cheek, savoring its softness and beauty. He gently pinched, causing her cheek to distort slightly, watching her expression contort into one of pain and distress. Pepy's desire for Sophia's beauty had become twisted; he wanted to possess her beauty through his control and conquest. "A woman as beautiful as you will be my wife." As he spoke, Pepy used his telekinesis to remove Sophia's gag and then to control her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Pepy stood up and straddled Sophia's legs, who was bound to the chair. His shriveled lips pressed against hers in a forceful kiss. "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!" Sophia let out a sound of utter disgust. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch of space. It was a brutal and coercive kiss, devoid of any tenderness or care. Sophia felt revulsion and disgust at Pepy's lips and tongue, letting out sounds of aversion and trying to break free from his control. Pepy ignored Sophia's disgust and resistance, continuing to press down on her with force, delving deeper into her mouth. His saliva mixed with Sophia's, flowing between their lips. This was a kiss completely devoid of love or gentleness, filled only with coercion and oppression. Sophia struggled desperately, trying to escape Pepy's grasp, but she was bound to the chair, unable to gain freedom. Her muffled cries were filled with disgust and dissatisfaction, but under Pepy's coercion, she could not stop his actions. One of Pepy's hands caressed Sophia's right breast, while the other continued to stroke Sophia's cheek, gently caressing her soft skin. A perverted gleam flickered in his eyes as he reveled in his control and domination over Sophia. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!" Sophia had had enough of being toyed with by the perverted old man. It seemed Pepy had also had enough. He instantly used his telekinesis to release all the ropes and restraints on Sophia, leaving only the collar around her neck. Simultaneously, her clothes were also removed. "These patches, I can't remove. But I'm no longer the kind of person who lives to ejaculate his offspring into a woman's body." Pepy said, using his telekinesis to lift the immobile, pale Sophia. Sophia's hands were raised above her head, and a chain descended from the sky, locking her hands and suspending her. Another chain materialized from the ground, pulling Sophia's feet downward, stretching her into a perfect split as she floated. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, no less beautiful than my unfilial daughter." Pepy said, flying behind Sophia. The gag was reapplied, stuffing Sophia's mouth shut. Sophia was already incredibly angry, but now she was also filled with immense shame, and even... fear. She didn't know what this evil old man would do to her, and this uncertainty filled Sophia with dread. "My woman." Pepy said, his hand reaching behind her to caress Sophia's pale, tender buttocks, while his other hand began to stroke Sophia's massive breasts, kneading the soft and full mounds. The hand that had been on her buttocks quickly moved to her vulva, beginning to play with her private parts through the chastity patch. His fingers lightly traced her vulva, eliciting waves of stinging pleasure. Sophia's body trembled involuntarily, her private parts becoming moist, reacting to Pepy's touch. "No matter how proud you are, a woman is a woman. You're wet, aren't you? This proves you've fallen in love with your fiancé." Pepy's short, lecherous face appeared behind Sophia's head, whispering into her ear. This filled Sophia with shame, anger, and a hint of fear. She let out a sound of unwilling protest, "Mmmph! Mmmph!" "Perfect breasts." Pepy said triumphantly, placing both hands on Sophia's chest from behind, continuously kneading and slapping her breasts, inflicting more pain and humiliation. Then, his palms moved to Sophia's full, ample buttocks, slapping them heavily, producing crisp smacking sounds. "Perfect buttocks too." Pepy mocked, continuing to torment her body. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!" Sophia cried out in pain! Sophia could not bear Pepy's torment. Her muffled cries were filled with pain and resistance. She felt every part of her body trembling in agony, but she could not escape Pepy's control and oppression. Pepy, however, suddenly spoke like a gentleman, not a ravenous beast, "However, you are not yet my woman. Cultivating affection with my fiancée, I've had enough fun for today." "Hoo... hoo.... hoo...." Sophia, suspended in mid-air, finally let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. "Take her away, let her rest well, and dress her up nicely tomorrow. As my most beautiful bride." Pepy said, using the Estruchi family's ability of spatial teleportation and vanished. Sophia felt a wave of relief, gaining a brief respite. Her body, tormented, displayed its physiological responses, fluids from her groin continuously leaking through the chastity patch, dripping onto the ground. Her mind was filled with disgust, and even a trace of fear. She knew what kind of marriage awaited her, and what would happen tomorrow, but she could not predict what this evil old man would do to her in the future, beyond tomorrow. "Hoo... hoo.... hoo...." On Sophia's sweat-soaked face, her eyes showed a hint of helplessness and a fleeting glimpse of sorrow. "Tsk tsk, in your current state, I wouldn't dare let you go. After all, I'm not Pharaoh." Konrad levitated using magic, flying in front of Sophia, admiring the beautiful woman who was drenched in sweat, her hair disheveled, staring intently at him. "But, luckily, I have this." Konrad sneered, picking up a syringe. Sophia snorted, unafraid. It was an anesthetic made by the Salt Moon family, capable of paralyzing vampires. As the needle pierced Sophia's neck, she lost consciousness. She knew that tomorrow would come soon, and that would be the end of everything.

Within the ruins, at this very moment. Not all the architectural structures were destroyed by the fall. For instance, the foremost section of the former banquet hall, complete with its throne and elevated platform, remained almost entirely intact. This preservation was due to the psychic energy wielded by the First Undead, which had shielded it. Approximately six meters in front of the throne, the hall had completely collapsed and was buried. The dusty, crimson carpet on the floor was blocked by fallen debris, indicating that this direction led to the hall's former entrance. Now, the hall was almost sealed into a secret chamber by the collapsed stones. The First Undead, Pharaoh Pepi, was seated on the throne beneath the platform where he had previously appeared, clad in a crimson ceremonial robe. The fragment of the Vampire King's Scepter, which Anna had shot away, had not been found since. It had likely fallen out of the hall and become buried. Pepi had ordered everyone to search for it. Several vampires from the Estruchi family, possessing 360-degree vision, were currently scouring the ruins for the fragment, which was crucial for this banquet. Because the fragment remained unfound, Pepi was reluctant to engage with the lowly mortals. His true priority was to marry the beauty beside him. Beneath the wedding veil, Sophia glared at Pepi through the white fabric with an expression of disgust, authority, and dominance. Her mouth was gagged with a red ball gag, rendering her speechless. Sophia's body was tightly bound from her breasts down to her knees by a corset. She constantly felt an increasingly severe constriction around her waist. The crisscrossing laces at the back of the corset were cinched to an extreme 18-inch limit. Under the corset's pressure, all the flesh from Sophia's waist was pushed upwards towards her enormous breasts and downwards onto her buttocks, making her waist appear incredibly slender. Her already ample breasts became rounder and fuller, and her buttocks more perky, creating an extremely sensual and captivating S-curve. This beauty was then enveloped in a magnificent, backless mermaid wedding gown. The off-the-shoulder design meant the bodice was the highest part of the dress, its intentionally heart-shaped opening showcasing her perfectly rounded breasts and cleavage, further accentuated by the corset's constriction. This, combined with her cinched waist, formed a proud silhouette. Beneath the delicate lace and tulle of the bodice, the wave-like layers of ruffles were both unique and elegant. The skirt was embroidered with golden patterns, with golden threads extending like clouds to Sophia's slender waist, outlining her striking figure. Her chest was prominent, and the interplay between the corset and bodice created deep curves, showcasing her graceful posture to perfection. The fine gemstones scattered across the wedding dress, from the bodice to the hem, swayed slightly with her movements, making the skirt appear adorned with twinkling stars as she walked, highlighting Sophia's elegance and nobility. The form-fitting mermaid wedding gown, clinging to Sophia's upper body, accentuated her figure most alluringly. The skirt hugged her legs tightly from the thighs down to her knees, imparting a unique sense of restraint. The skirt had no elasticity, making it even more difficult for her already restricted thighs to move. Below this, the wide skirt flared out from the calves downwards, perfectly concealing her feet and, in doing so, hiding Sophia's ballet high-heeled boots and pristine white shackles. Sophia's hands were pulled behind her back and bound tightly at the elbows. It was a white, single-sleeve glove, or rather, a single sleeve attached to the wedding dress! The end of this glove had no ties but was simply connected to the sides of the bodice, appearing like an off-the-shoulder sleeve. By connecting to the bodice and the side of the long skirt, it prevented Sophia from escaping. The long, single sleeve was embroidered with lace and gold embroidery, extending down Sophia's arm and perfectly encasing her hands, forming a complete sleeve with no opening at the end. This unique design transformed what was originally intended as an off-the-shoulder short sleeve into an elegant single sleeve, adding an air of mystery and nobility to the overall look. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Sophia whimpered angrily. Her head covered by the white veil, Sophia was forcibly placed by Pepi, who sat on the throne, onto his lap, facing left! Pepi held the white chain around Sophia's neck with his left hand, resting it on Sophia's thigh, which was enveloped by the skirt. His right hand was wrapped around Sophia's slender, corset-cinched, elastic waist, constantly toying with Sophia's perfect body! Sophia, at 1.8 meters tall, was already statuesque, with a full yet long figure. Her height made her both voluptuous and slender. Pepi, only 1.7 meters tall and bald, with a blue-gray bat-like face and bat ears, presented a scene of an elderly man with a much younger woman. This added to Sophia's internal sense of humiliation and shame. Sophia struggled furiously, but with the chain around her neck being pulled by her captor, she could not break free to any significant degree. "Quiet." Pepi yanked the chain in his left hand fiercely, causing Sophia to bend slightly. Then, with his right hand, he slapped Sophia's wedding-gowned buttocks hard! "Mmmph!" Sophia cried out in pain. Pepi then tightly clasped Sophia's slender waist with both hands and began to caress and toy with it! Sophia felt anger and humiliation. She struggled desperately, but Pepi's firm grip on her waist prevented her escape. Her body was encased by the skirt, making her senses even more acute. Pepi's hands moved over her skirt, adorned with tiny diamonds and crystals, feeling the elastic, warm, and incredibly slender waist beneath the fabric. He caressed and kneaded it fiercely, sending waves of stimulation through her. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia whimpered angrily, but her breathing grew rapid. She tried to endure Pepi's caresses and manipulations. Pepi, enjoying Sophia's furious reactions, moved his hands around her waist, feeling its tightness, occasionally kneading her elastic and soft buttocks below. Sophia's emotions became more complex. She felt both anger and shame, but also a strange pleasure spreading through her body. She tried to resist, but Pepi's strength and control left her helpless. She began to feel her body gradually succumbing to Pepi's manipulations, a situation she found both infuriating and unavoidable. Pepi's fingers slid along Sophia's waistline, gently tracing her graceful curves, causing her body to tremble. As his fingers moved down her waist, his right hand rested on Sophia's enormous buttocks, feeling their fullness and softness. He kneaded her flesh, reveling in this possessive sensation. Simultaneously, his left hand rested on Sophia's thigh, covered by the wedding gown's skirt. He gently caressed the skirt, which felt textured due to the embedded gems, feeling the elastic and fleshy thigh beneath it, and sensing its warmth. His fingers lightly roamed over her thigh, continuously playing, kneading, and exploring her hidden secrets. Sophia felt shame and disgust. She was filled with dissatisfaction and resistance towards Pepi's touch, but her restraints prevented her escape, leaving her at his mercy. Her body trembled involuntarily, yet a complex pleasure also surfaced, a contradictory feeling that left her more confused and helpless. Having been manipulated by countless others numerous times, Sophia knew these were normal physiological responses. Yet, she was still furious and ashamed that her lower body and breasts were heating up and becoming engorged from being played with by this detestable, lecherous old vampire. "Heh heh, you can still remain so composed, and still dare to resist me. It's because you're protected by a chastity belt, isn't it?" Pepi sneered. Sophia whimpered in disgust, unwilling to communicate with this enemy. "Once I kill that Isaac, you'll be completely mine. When that time comes, will you still dare to be so arrogant, little brat? Heh heh heh." Pepi sneered, and with a surge of psychic energy, he controlled Sophia, lifting her from the throne: "Kneel before your great-grandfather, little brat." With that, his psychic energy forced Sophia, clad in her pristine white wedding gown, to kneel before Pepi. "Hmph." Sophia's eyes instantly turned blood red, glaring fiercely at Pepi. In her life, Sophia had only knelt before five people: Ding Yangchun, Isaac, Nefertari, Anna, who had tormented her after she obtained Isaac's "right of vengeance" in the castle, and Theodora, whom she had faced after being captured in the harem. Normally, even if Sophia fell – which was rare – she would not kneel on both knees but would fall to her side. Sophia would absolutely not face downwards, and certainly not kneel. Forcing Sophia to kneel was more painful than beheading her. Sophia had experienced both. If she could choose, Sophia would rather exchange all her kneelings since meeting Isaac for beheadings. Now, dressed in a beautiful white wedding gown, Sophia was held in place by a powerful psychic force, kneeling before the "First Undead," the progenitor of vampires, and her own great-grandfather. "Hmph." Sophia's blood-red eyes reflected murderous hatred. Pepi looked at Sophia and said coldly, "I've already sent someone to kill him. If you behave yourself, I'll let him die quickly." "Hmph." Sophia stared fixedly at Pepi. The entire ruined hall was silent. "You don't think he'll have a chance to save you from me, do you? Heh heh heh heh."

"To wear a crown, one must bear its weight!" "Huh?" Neferteta felt a powerful force press down directly on her head, so strong that she stumbled and almost fell. Although she quickly regained her balance, at the very moment she was trying to steady herself— "If you're going to betray me, now's the time!" Princess Isabella, still bound in the distance, her eyes tightly shut, also mustered all her strength and shouted, "Queen of traitors!" "As you wish!" Henrietta Estrucci, as Neferteta was trying to regain her balance, suddenly appeared at her feet in a half-crouch, her hands directly embracing Sophia— "Die—" As Neferteta's voice fell, Henrietta instantly teleported, flinging Sophia into Isaac's waiting hands! "Understood!" Isaac said, extending his index finger towards Sophia's neck. The Universal Key reached the keyhole of the magic-suppressing collar and inserted— Isaac's head exploded before Sophia's eyes, brain matter splattering across her face through the veil— "Not so fast!" The dead Isaac instantly turned to sand, rewinding like a video playback to the scene where Isaac was still alive. The Universal Key was fully inserted: "Will you be my wife?" "Mmmph!" Sophia whimpered and immediately kissed him. At this moment, the Time Dagger at Isaac's waist, the Time Sand in its hilt, was completely depleted! "We should go." Neferteta grabbed Pepi's hand, who had rushed out from the rubble and had been trying to fight her just a moment ago. The two of them teleported away. Although Sophia had just agreed to the marriage before the artifact, fulfilling the requirements of the coronation ritual and becoming the Vampire Queen, Neferteta had not participated in the prior ritual. The Safisanis family's vote was cast by Theodora. Naturally, Sophia, who had become queen, held no authority over Neferteta, allowing her to escape immediately after Sophia's collar was removed. And just as Neferteta was escaping, with a "click, click" sound, all the restraints on Sophia fell away under her magic. The single-sleeved armlet that had been behind Sophia transformed under her magic into two off-the-shoulder white lace sleeves for her wedding dress. Sophia used magic to remove the veil and some of Isaac's brain matter that had splattered on her face through the veil. She turned with a cold gaze towards the now powerless crowd: "Call me Queen." "Never mind, we'll deal with it later." Sophia looked displeased at the disheveled crowd. All the leaders of the vampire families had contributed their blood to Sophia's coronation ritual the night before her wedding, except for Neferteta. This was also a necessary prerequisite for her cooperation with Pepi. Therefore, now that the wedding was over and Sophia had become the Vampire Queen, she had no jurisdiction over Neferteta. She looked at the shattered ruins and raised her golden hands: "Mass Resurrection." A golden light shone upon the bodies of all the deceased. Thormund, Ludwig, Dadarian, and others were all resurrected! However, mass resurrection had its limits; those who had died before Thormund could not be revived by this spell. "That little bitch is so detestable." Sophia said, kicking Anna, who was already unable to move on the ground, twice, reducing Anna's remaining lifespan to a mere 5 seconds. Then she continued muttering: "Mass Healing." A white light enveloped the ruins, instantly healing all the wounds of the survivors! "It's time to settle the score." Sophia said with disgust, teleporting away. —------------------------------------------------- At this very moment, on the dark side of the moon. "Listen, only by combining our powers can we defeat her." Neferteta looked coldly at Pepi in front of her: "If you don't want to die." "Now, merge with me." Neferteta said, suddenly placing her hand on Pepi's forehead. Pepi flung Neferteta's hand away, pointing the Night Curse at her: "What did you do to me?" "Mind Seed." Neferteta said coldly: "My dear husband, your consciousness has only one week left." "You... beast..." Pepi trembled all over, raising the Night Curse to attack Neferteta. Neferteta looked at him coldly: "Don't you want to enjoy this week?" The Mind Seed is one of the highest-level techniques of a telepath. In magical terms, it's equivalent to a "near-peak level magic" among telepathic abilities. This ability implants the telepath's entire mind into the target's subconscious. If successful, the mind seed will "sprout" within a week. During this period, the target will begin to unconsciously exhibit the behavior of a psychic. Although this thought is initially a copy of the psychic's consciousness, as time passes, the personalities of the two will diverge, as it possesses the original "soul" and body, merely replicating the thoughts and memories. "You bastard—" Before Pepi could finish speaking, Neferteta leaned in seductively: "My father, my husband, my copy, merge with me." "Ready to die?" Sophia's voice came from the side. The Night Curse in Pepi's hand flew out of his grasp and back into Sophia's hand. "You have no choice." Neferteta kissed Pepi, and a dark green light appeared at all the points where their bodies touched. Neferteta used one of the top skills of the "Shapeshifter": "Fusion." Two beings would actively merge. Although not permanent, they could simultaneously possess the powerful abilities of both. They would share a single soul, and the initiator of the fusion would determine the controller. Psychic fusion must be voluntary. Under Sophia's pressure, Pepi was forced to agree to Neferteta's request and merged into Neferteta's body. "I was planning to use this on you." Neferteta, having absorbed all of Pepi's power, turned to face Sophia, who had just teleported in. Sophia didn't have time to change and was still wearing the off-the-shoulder wedding dress, though the veil was removed. The mermaid tail skirt of the lower half had been magically altered into a side-slit skirt. Now, both beauties were wearing formal gowns, one in deep purple and the other in white, creating a unique spectacle. "I almost ended up living inside you, you old hag. Disgusting." Sophia raised the Night Curse: "But starting tomorrow, the Safisanis family will cease to exist."

The cerulean-grey skin exuded a seductive aura under the sunlight, while the slightly yellowish, ash-white hair possessed the regal presence of a demon queen. "Click, click, click." The sound of high-heeled boots echoed as Viena, appearing in her human form, astonished everyone. A beautiful elven woman with long green hair, pale skin, and red irises stood before them. As the princess of the dark elves, Viena emanated an undeniable coldness and malevolence. Her exquisitely beautiful yet cruel face, and her long, enchantingly green hair, clearly betrayed her dark elf lineage. This green hair signified that her snake hair had completely receded, and she had fully reverted to her original elven appearance. Viena was adorned in a one-shouldered, rose-red evening gown conjured by magic. The sleeveless gown was made of a silk-like material. The sleeveless design meant that above the strapless bodice, only a single strap rested on her smooth, jade-like left shoulder. The strap featured delicate pleats, mirroring the exquisite pleats on her bodice. The lower half of the gown was a single-sided slit skirt, with the opening positioned directly in front of her left thigh. The slit was quite high, almost allowing her entire thigh to emerge from it. Having returned to human form, Viena stood at a height of 187cm, possessing a slender and elegant physique. Even top human models rarely had such a perfect figure; only Viena, with her noble elven bloodline, could possess such a physique. Her long legs were held close together, giving the impression of a slender, serpentine tail. These smooth, jade legs, shed from her snake tail, were long and sleek, with beautiful, flowing lines that extended from her hips to her slender ankles, outlining a perfect curve. The musculature of her long thighs was clearly visible, firm and strong, inviting one to imagine the softness and firmness of touching them. Her slender calves transitioned perfectly into delicate ankles, and then extended to her long, elegant feet, radiating an irresistible allure. Even her buttocks, at the base of her legs, were incredibly sexy and alluring. Viena's hips were full and high, with curves as perfect as a work of art, captivating the gaze. At the bottom of these exquisite jade feet were a pair of golden high-heeled sandals, perfectly revealing Viena's ten toes painted with red nail polish, making them incredibly sexy and alluring. "Excellent, my potion was indeed successful!" Isti said triumphantly, looking at Viena before him. Viena merely scoffed. Isti continued, "I'll tell Jane and Anna the new potion formula! This potion should have a permanent effect on gorgons! However, for Drell, it's impossible; the duration depends on the circumstances. This bottle for you should last about twenty-one days!" "Is it because Drell's body is filled with the curse of the unspeakable?" Jane asked Isti. "Precisely. If it were within a magic barrier that shields external interference, Drell's body recovery could also be permanent!" Isti said to Jane. "However, whether it's Drell or a gorgon, they need to revert to their original form to regain their combat capabilities." "Understood, meaning these two bitches are completely dependent on us now!" Isaac cackled with glee. Sophia stared at him coldly. With a "thump!", a pale-faced Aurelia, along with everyone near the magic circle, was teleported over. "Sister, you look quite injured!" Isti said, looking at Aurelia with concern. Aurelia shook her head, "Just excessive magic consumption." Sophia sneered, "Tch, it's nothing more than— Wait, wait, wait! You, you, you! Aren't you Aunt Marina?" Sophia suddenly noticed Marina, whose clothes were disheveled and stained with blood, her face pale and hair messy. Sophia began to tremble. "Sophia, you brat! Haven't you looked for me all these years?" Marina glared fiercely at Sophia as she saw her. Sophia's legs immediately started to shake, "Aunt Marina, I, I, I have something to do, I'll, I'll, I'll leave now!" With that, Sophia immediately cast a teleportation spell and vanished. "Brat!" Marina cursed angrily. Isaac whispered beside her, "Um... Ms. Marina... um... why is Sophia so afraid of you?" "Hmph, because this brat was lawless when she was little. Her parents were extremely doting, indulging her every whim. If she wanted to fly, they'd make her fly; if she wanted to go to the moon, they'd find a way. They never refused her anything. Only I disciplined her properly!" "You mean?" Isaac dared not say. "Of course, only I spanked her when she was little! But I was still human back then. This brat had immense strength. If it weren't for the demon-suppressing cross I wore, which restrains vampires, I might have been beaten to death by a one-year-old brat like her." "Gulp..." Isaac swallowed. Sophia always bragged about her photographic memory. So, Marina was Sophia's childhood trauma? The demon-suppressing cross was more terrifying to vampires than ghosts used to scare children. Coupled with Marina spanking Sophia from the age of one or two, it's no wonder Sophia was instinctively terrified of her. "Alright, enough of that. Since I've woken up, I'll help this brat Sophia redecorate Dominax Castle! Has this brat been spending extravagantly?" "No... gulp..." Isaac swallowed. "You rascal, how dare you lie to me!" Marina, possessing the abilities of the Dominax family, grabbed Isaac by his collar and lifted him up, causing Anna beside them to burst into laughter, "Ahahahahahahaha, good pull!" "Listen up! I am the elder! Everything in Dominax Castle will be arranged by me!" Marina said forcefully, still holding Isaac's collar. Isaac broke out in a cold sweat, only able to nod repeatedly like a pendulum. "Oh, right, where is William?" Marina turned to look. Apart from the werewolves under William transporting Theodora and the others, there were no other werewolves. William and Fenrir were not present. Just as Marina was wondering, three figures approached the ruins, interrupting her conversation with Isaac. The person in the middle was Zhao Yekui. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled and spread out behind him, and not a single part of his body was intact. On his left and right stood two beautiful women, both bound. They each had an extra loop of rope around their necks, like female criminals being paraded through the streets of Zhen Dan, with Zhao Yekui leading them by the ropes around their necks. The woman on the left was tall, around 172cm, and with the purple high-heeled boots on her feet, she stood over 184cm, significantly taller than Zhao Yekui. She possessed a face of unparalleled beauty, filled with the seductive charm of a fox spirit. This was a stunning older sister, around 25 years old. Her captivating phoenix eyes, radiating a queenly aura, held a soul-stirring charm that was hard to refuse. Her long eyelashes, with a hint of exoticism, and her deep double eyelids, outlined with eyeliner, made these eyes even more fatally alluring. Below her beautiful eyes were a high nose bridge and small, yet enchantingly seductive, crimson lips. A mole below her left eye perfectly adorned the face of a nine-tailed fox, naturally, this was Tamamo-no-Mae. Tamamo-no-Mae wore an unconventional, high-collared, single-slit, deep blue qipao. The deep blue qipao was embroidered with white auspicious clouds and golden phoenix wings. The fitted sleeves extended to the end of her forearms before becoming wide, bell-shaped openings. The lower half of the qipao was a single-sided slit, completely different from a typical qipao. Her legs were clad in black fishnet stockings, and beneath them were purple high-heeled boots that exposed her feet. Her hands were twisted behind her back, forming a W shape. The rope was wrapped directly around her arms, spiraling around her upper and lower arms, binding her wrists together. The rope was then pulled to the sides of her neck, tightening her shoulders and digging into her armpits, binding Tamamo-no-Mae's hands tightly in the standard Zhen Dan five-flower binding. On Zhao Yekui's right was naturally Li Muxun. Li Muxun's hair was disheveled and messy. Her red qipao was also tattered, and there were some bloodstains on her face. Li Muxun's plump hands, exposed from the short sleeves of her qipao, were also bound in a five-flower knot, a neck-binding style, twisted behind her. Five loops of rope were wrapped around her plump arms, three on the upper arm and two on the lower arm. After Li Muxun's hands were tied behind her in a W shape, they were pulled upwards. Two loops of rope were around Li Muxun's neck, with the rope ends from her raised wrists tied to the loops on her nape. This caused her arms to climb up to the back of her neck, tightening the ropes around her neck. The rope ends at her wrists were then tied to the loops around her neck, pulled forward, tightening her shoulders and digging into her armpits under her short-sleeved qipao. This rendered Li Muxun's shoulder and elbow joints completely immobile. The rope dug tightly into her skin, sinking deep into her flesh. Without moving, Li Muxun's poor arm joints made cracking sounds as if dislocated, indicating how tightly she was bound. The rope on her body was also a treasure of the Zhao family, named the "Dragon Binding Rope." While not on the same level as Tamamo-no-Mae's "Immortal Binding Rope," which could restrain the bound person's strength, in terms of being tightly bound, the difference was almost nonexistent. At least the Dragon Binding Rope was impervious to most attacks in the world. Unlike Tamamo-no-Mae, Li Muxun's feet were also bound by a thirty-centimeter ankle shackle made of rope, allowing her to take only small steps. "You vampire! Release Li Muxun!" Isaac and Anna, seeing Zhao Yekui approaching, immediately raised their weapons, preparing to attack. "You vampires have already lost!" "I naturally know we have lost. I am here to bid you farewell." Zhao Yekui looked at Isaac and pushed Tamamo-no-Mae, who was on his left, towards Isaac and the others. "This one is for you." With that, Tamamo-no-Mae stumbled forward, and Isaac rushed to embrace her. "And Li Muxun, release her quickly!" "Ask her yourself." Zhao Yekui looked at Li Muxun. Li Muxun shamefully wanted to lower her head, but her neck was constricted by the Dragon Binding Rope, preventing her from doing so.