Cute Witch's Defeat Journey

"Heh, is the stream live now? Then~ Dear viewers, your streamer is about to be defeated." In the vast and solemn study, Shi Yiyu's sweet voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and playfulness, echoed softly. The owner of the voice was seated on a massive armchair carved from thousand-year-old ebony, her small frame a stark contrast to the luxurious and imposing chair. Her crossed legs lifted the hem of the oversized magic robe, her only covering, revealing a large expanse of delicate, fair leg skin. Over this smooth skin, a pair of pure white silk stockings encased her slender, well-proportioned calves, extending upwards to disappear into the shadows of the robe, hugging her thighs tightly and creating a subtly alluring curve. The smooth texture of the stockings reflected a milky, warm luster under the soft glow of the magic lamp. In the upper right corner of her vision, a semi-transparent box, visible only to her, floated. At this moment, the text within the box was scrolling upwards at a frantic pace, filled with the fervent messages from "viewers" lurking in the depths of the dark web, from the other side of the world. [Tentacle Enthusiast: Oh oh oh! A surprise attack right from the start! Is streamer-chan going to be brutally bullied by monsters again today?!] [Rope Master: Looking forward to it! What will she be bound with this time? Vines? Spider silk? Or monster tentacles?] [Defeat Aesthetics Researcher: Just imagining streamer-sama defeated, collapsing powerlessly on the ground, her magic robe torn open to reveal her tender body clad in white stockings... I can't take it anymore!] Shi Yiyu paid no mind to these vulgar words, a pleased smile instead gracing her lips. She leaped lightly from the chair, her bare feet making barely audible sounds as they touched the cool, hard obsidian floor. With her movement, the deep purple magic robe swayed, its wide sleeves slipping down to reveal her fair, slender arms. Through the gaps in the robe, glimpses of her flat abdomen and the curves of her unadorned, youthful body flashed in and out of the light and shadow. She walked slowly towards the wall, grasping the World Tree staff leaning there with one hand. The staff, made of silvery-white ancient wood, was taller than she was, its surface covered in arcane natural patterns that seemed to breathe slowly as if alive. A large green crystal was embedded at the top, emitting a gentle yet powerful life aura. The moment she held the staff, Shi Yiyu's aura transformed. The laziness and languor vanished, replaced by the dignity and unfathomable depth of a great mage. However, this dignity was broken the instant she spoke. "Now, which lucky beast shall I choose as my opponent today?" she tapped the floor lightly with the end of the staff, tilting her head and offering a smile that was both innocent and a little wicked, as if talking to herself or to the viewers in the stream. She didn't wait for an answer, striding on her long legs clad in white silk stockings towards the heavy oak door leading outside. As she walked, the hem of her magic robe swept out in a graceful arc behind her, each sway revealing more of the hidden allure within the robe, captivating every greedy eye in the stream. "Heh, is the stream live now? Then, dear viewers, your streamer is about to be defeated." As the words fell, Shi Yiyu herself frowned slightly. She stood still, the massive World Tree staff planted beside her, her other hand still resting on the heavy oak door, not yet pushing it open. "Hmm... no, no," she puffed out one cheek, muttering to herself as if sulking, "That last line was too bland, not impactful enough, it didn't stir the audience's emotions at all." Her cute self-critique was transmitted word-for-word through the streaming system in her vision. Instantly, the scrolling bullet comments became even more fervent. [Rope Master]: Oh? Is streamer-chan rehearsing her opening? So cute! So professional! [Tentacle Enthusiast]: That last line was already great! But since streamer-chan isn't satisfied, I'm super excited for the new version! [Defeat Aesthetics Researcher]: The spirit of an artist pursuing perfection! This is why I follow streamer-sama! Every "defeat" is an elaborately staged work of art! Shi Yiyu looked at the comments, her lips curling in satisfaction. She cleared her throat, her gaze instantly changing. If her previous tone was lazy with a hint of playfulness, then now, her eyes flowed with a deliberately cultivated allure potent enough to make any male creature's heart race. She looked at the empty space ahead, as if countless eyes were watching her, and offered a sweet, captivating smile. "Heh~" a rising, hook-like single syllable, like a feather lightly tickling the heart. "Is the stream live now?" she drew out the end of her sentence, full of suggestive meaning. "Then, dear viewers..." she even playfully winked her left eye, "Your streamer is about to be defeated~♥" This second rendition of her opening was delivered in a charming, melodious tone, each word seemingly steeped in honey, yet carrying a subtle hint of provocation. Combined with her pure and flawless loli appearance, it created an extreme contrast, instantly igniting the stream. [I'm ready, I'm ready]: Ahhhhhh, that ending! That heart! Streamer-chan, I love you! Please, by all means, let me see you being brutally bullied by monsters! [White Stocking Protection Society]: Damn it! Why must such a cute girl wear white stockings to be ravaged by monsters! ...But, hehe, I'm so excited! Extremely satisfied with her second performance, Shi Yiyu gave herself a nod of approval. She hesitated no longer, and with a firm push of her small hand on the door. "Creeeak—" The heavy oak door let out a low groan as it slowly swung inward. A gust of cold air, carrying the scent of grass and damp earth, immediately rushed in, billowing her oversized purple magic robe. The hem of the robe rustled, exposing her slender legs, encased in white silk stockings, even more thoroughly in the gaps of the fabric. Outside the door lay a spacious stone balcony encircling the top of the tower. The sky was a clear azure, white clouds churned beneath her feet, and in the distance stretched an endless expanse of dark green forest. This was her hunting ground for today, and the "stage of defeat" she had meticulously chosen for her viewers.

"Let me go!" Shi Yiyu's body writhed helplessly in the air, her piercingly realistic screams echoing through the forest. The thick vines, like living pythons, dragged her small frame from the sacrificial altar with irresistible brute force, pulling her towards the largest, throne-like demonic flower in the center of the clearing. A clear trail was gouged into the dry leaves and soil on the ground by her body. Her voluminous magic robe was further tattered by the roots and rocks along the way. The hem of the robe was lifted high, exposing the rounded, firm outline of her buttocks encased in white stockings. The white silk stretched tautly against her thighs, accentuating the soft, elastic, fleshy curves of the

[Here it comes, here it comes! The first lesson! Incense training!] [Holy shit, this effect is too intense! The streamer's skin has turned pink!] [Look at the tattoo on her belly! It's glowing! So lewd!] [This damn fragrance… I feel like I can smell it through the screen… (slurp)] [The streamer's acting has merged with her body's instincts! Those hazy eyes, that unconscious swaying of her hips, so professional!] [Popularity has broken through seven million! Brothers, this is just the appetizer!] "No… don't…" she squeezed out fragmented, utterly unthreatening sounds of resistance from her throat, a performance for any potential watchers, and a flicker of shame at her body's overly honest reactions. She knew this was Valerius's masterpiece, the first step in the "development" course. To awaken her body's most primal instincts through drugs, forcefully. In the darkness, she could almost see Valerius's eyes behind his monocle, peering through some pinhole, observing her current disheveled and debauched state with the calm fervor of an art connoisseur. This feeling of being watched, of being controlled, filled her with immense shame, yet simultaneously stirred a deeper excitement within her, like molten rock churning in her core. This night was incredibly long for Shiyiyu. In the endless darkness and strange incense, she endured alone the torment of her body being forcibly developed. Sometimes she curled into a ball, other times she writhed uncomfortably, the iron chain on her ankle clinking softly with her movements, like tiny bells accompanying her solo performance. [Month One: Deconstruction and Reconstruction of the Senses] When the first sliver of dawn crept under the door the next day, the incense that had tormented her all night finally faded. The iron door creaked open, and it wasn't Valerius who entered, but the taciturn guard. He didn't utter a word, simply unlocked Shiyiyu's shackles and roughly dragged her to another room. This was the true "studio." In the center of the room stood an intricately designed cross-shaped wooden frame, covered in leather restraints at various angles. The walls of the room were adorned with a dazzling array of "brushes"—from the softest velvet powder puffs to rough horsehair brushes; from cold metal scrapers to soft silicone sticks smeared with unknown viscous fluids; as well as vibrators of various sizes and shapes, and alchemical nozzles that could spray air at different temperatures. Valerius stood beside the wooden frame, still in his impeccably neat attire, holding a notepad. "Good morning, my masterpiece," he smiled, like a professor preparing for a lecture. "How did you find last night's preview? That was merely to give your body a preliminary understanding of 'beauty.' From today, we begin the formal sculpting. The first lesson is to teach you to 'listen' with every inch of your skin." For the next month, Shiyiyu became a complete experiment, a blank canvas passively enduring all manner of sensory stimulation. Every day, she would be secured to the cross-shaped wooden frame in various humiliating and convenient positions. Valerius, like a meticulous scientist, would glide various "brushes" over her body. Sometimes, he would use a feather dipped in ice water to lightly trace the inside of her thighs, her dimples, behind her ears. As she trembled violently from the extreme itchiness and cold, he would rapidly record the frequency of her muscle spasms and the degree of redness on her skin on his notepad. Other times, he would switch to a rough hemp rope, repeatedly rubbing it against the soft peaks of her breasts. Not to inflict pain, but to accustom the nerves there to such a coarse texture, until her [X_X] no longer recoiled from the sensation, but instead actively [X_X] in anticipation of stronger stimulation. What she found most unbearable was the "sound" training. Valerius would use specially designed magical devices to amplify sounds like dripping water, tearing fabric, or metal grinding by several times, playing them directly beside her ear, while simultaneously stimulating the most sensitive parts of her body with [X_X]. He wanted her brain to firmly associate these unrelated sounds with the [X_X] of her body. Over time, even the sound of dripping water would cause her body to involuntarily become wet. Throughout this process, Shiyiyu's acting skills were tested as never before. She had to display just the right amount of breakdown, humiliation, and struggle; tears and pleas were daily requirements. But deep within, she calmly analyzed the different sensations brought about by each stimulus, silently recording this data as "material" she could use for future broadcasts. "So… stimulating the soles of the feet with this frequency of vibration causes the calves to twitch uncontrollably… and blowing a stream of slightly warm air on the nape of the neck elicits the strongest shivers…" She was like a sponge, greedily absorbing it all. [Month Two: Mental Enslavement and Branding] Once Shiyiyu's body had been developed into the finest instrument, capable of producing enchanting melodies with the slightest touch, Valerius began his second phase of training—mental conditioning. "A perfect work of art not only has a perfect form, but also a perfect soul," Valerius said, sitting before her, toying with a long, slender riding crop tipped with a purple crystal. "I want you to realize from the bottom of your heart that obedience is the sole value of your existence. Pleasure is your only pursuit." The training this month became more… "civilized." Valerius no longer used the tools as frequently, instead spending a great deal of time "conversing" with her. He would use the crystal riding crop to lightly tease her chin and collarbone while his magnetic voice filled her with a twisted yet self-consistent ideology. He told her that her beauty was a sin, to be atoned for by serving others; that her noble birth was a burden, which she could only shed to attain spiritual freedom; that her struggles and resistance were meaningless, and only through complete submission could she experience the unparalleled sense of security and ultimate pleasure that comes from being controlled. Concurrently, she began "expression management" and "vocalization management" lessons. A large mirror was brought into the cell. Shiyiyu was made to kneel naked before it and adopt various expressions as instructed by Valerius. "No, the shame here isn't pure enough. There's still a hint of resentment in your eyes. You should feel fortunate, fortunate to possess a body that can please the strong." He would tap the mirror over her eyes with the riding crop. She also had to learn to produce the most pleasing moans. From suppressed whimpers to high-pitched screams, every tone, every rhythm was strictly dictated by Valerius. He even used tuning forks to calibrate the pitch of her moans, demanding absolute precision. For Shiyiyu, this was simply the best acting class in the world. She unleashed a lifetime of acting prowess, portraying the process of a pure maiden being brainwashed, distorted, and finally falling into depravity under the dual assault on her mind and body with absolute realism. [Oh my god! The streamer's acting has reached god-tier! Look at the change in her eyes!] [From resistance to confusion, from confusion to numbness, and now from numbness, a hint of pathological desire is emerging! It's incredible!] [This manager is too terrifying… Is he the devil?] [No, he's an artist! (wacky face)] [I… I think I'm starting to understand his theory, what should I do? (mind gradually becoming distorted)] The popularity in the live stream had long stabilized at a terrifying number. The audience watched, much like a meticulously produced serial drama, filled with anticipation each day for Shiyiyu's "fall." [Month Three: Instinctual Imprinting and Completion] The final month was the "graduation exam." Valerius began introducing "live practice subjects." They were specially trained male slaves from the merchant guild, strong and expressionless, like human props. Their task was to carry out various "assaults" on Shiyiyu strictly according to Valerius's instructions. These "assaults" were procedural, devoid of any emotion. They would use their lips, tongues, and fingers to stimulate every developed sensitive point on her body, but strictly adhering to Valerius's command—never allowing her to reach true climax. This was an extreme form of torture. Shiyiyu's body had long tasted pleasure, and after two months of development, her craving for it was ingrained in her bones. Yet, each time, just as the overwhelming [X_X] was about to drown her reason, all stimulation would abruptly cease. She was hung in the air, bound to a horse, pressed into a pool… In countless cycles of nearing the peak only to be forcefully interrupted, her (performed) spirit was pushed to the brink of collapse. She began to cry out, writhe, and beg frantically, begging Valerius, begging those "props," to give her release. The more she begged, the wider Valerius's smile grew.

"Ten million! Sold! Congratulations, esteemed Mr. Jin Wanshan! This one-of-a-kind work of art now belongs to you!" The cage was slowly hoisted up and taken into a more private room backstage. Shi Yiyu was released from the cage by guards and brought before the legendary Mr. Jin Wanshan. He was a middle-aged man, appearing to be around forty years old. He wore an Eastern-style brocade robe embroidered with layered landscapes in gold thread. His face was not handsome, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could see through everything. He wore no ostentatious jewelry, only a jade thumb ring, yet he exuded an imposing aura of natural authority. He was the personification of the phrase "rich enough to rival a nation." "Mr. Jin, this is the highest-grade magical slave contract," Valerius-Us said respectfully, handing over a scroll made of dragon hide. Jin Wanshan took the scroll without even looking at it, merely gesturing with his eyes to the guards beside him. The guards immediately stepped forward, produced a sharp dagger, and made a small cut on Shi Yiyu's fair finger. A drop of bright red blood fell onto the scroll and was instantly absorbed. The entire scroll emitted a faint red light. At the same time, Shi Yiyu felt an invisible shackle being branded deep within her soul. She knew that, on a legal level, she now belonged to the man before her. "Contract established! OK, first task complete," she thought, marking a mental check. "Next, is the legendary branding session, right? I wonder what this boss Jin's taste is like. I hope it's not some bizarre pattern..." Jin Wanshan seemed very pleased with her compliance. He nodded and said to Valerius-Us, "The money will be transferred to your account. Now, proceed with the final step." "As you command." Valerius-Us took a branding iron from another servant. The tip of the branding iron bore a uniquely shaped crest—a majestic mountain peak, with an ancient coin engraved on its summit. The guards placed the branding iron into a nearby brazier burning with blue magic flames. Soon, the entire tip of the branding iron turned red-hot, emitting a heart-stopping heat. Two strong maids stepped forward, held Shi Yiyu's shoulders, and forced her to kneel on the ground. Then, they lifted the split on the right side of her magic robe, completely exposing her smooth, rounded thigh, encased in a white silk stocking. "It might sting a little. Bear with it. This is the first and last glory you will have as my property," Jin Wanshan's voice was calm and even, as if stating a trivial matter. Shi Yiyu lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her expression. Her body trembled slightly from "fear." "Here it comes! The main event! Zoom in the camera! Let the audience see this high-definition, uncensored branding process!" The guards, holding the red-hot branding iron, walked towards her step by step. The scorching heat wave washed over her, distorting the air. Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the searing hot branding iron firmly onto the most tender skin on the outer side of Shi Yiyu's thigh, the area covered by the white silk stocking! "Sizzle—!" A grating sound of flesh being seared echoed, accompanied by the distinct smell of burning protein. The white silk stocking instantly burned through, creating a large hole, and the branding iron sank deep into her delicate skin. However, the expected scream did not come. Shi Yiyu's body jolted violently, but what escaped her throat was not a scream of pain, but an uncontrollable, sweet moan with a strange tremor. "Mmm... Ahh...!" This sound, like the most potent aphrodisiac, stunned everyone present. For the first time, a flicker of surprise crossed Jin Wanshan's deep eyes. He saw that, at some point, her cheeks had flushed with an alluring redness, and her purple pupils were shimmering with moisture, veiled by a mist of arousal. Far from struggling against the intense pain, she unconsciously arched her back, as if welcoming the scorching "gift." This was Valerius-Us's "masterpiece" from the last month. Through countless sessions of edge play, he had transformed Shi Yiyu's body so that any sufficiently intense stimulation, whether pain or pleasure, would ultimately convert into extreme [X_X]. The searing pain of the branding iron was, for her, like the most violent "reward" after a month of buildup! "What the hell! What... what is happening?!" Even Shi Yiyu was startled by her body's reaction. "The pain... is converting into [X_X]?! Valerius-Us, you pervert! What did you do to my body?! But... this feeling... it's so... so amazing...!" When the guard finally removed the branding iron, Shi Yiyu was completely limp, drenched in sweat, and soft moans continued to escape her lips. On her snow-white thigh, the "mountain and coin" brand was deeply etched, the skin around the wound slightly everted, presenting a cruel yet alluring beauty. Jin Wanshan walked up to her, squatted down, and gently rubbed the still-steaming brand with his thumb, adorned with the thumb ring. Shi Yiyu trembled violently again. "Most interesting," a genuine curve of interest finally appeared at the corner of Jin Wanshan's lips. "It seems Valerius-Us did not lie. You are indeed... a perfect work of art." He stood up and issued his first command in an irrefutable tone. "Get dressed and follow me." "Yes... Mas... ter..." Shi Yiyu replied in a voice that was still laced with tears and panting, sweet to the bone. She then struggled to get up from the ground, tidied her magic robe, and followed her new master step by step, like his most loyal shadow.

The guard placed Shi Yiyu on an empty, circular pedestal made of obsidian in the center of the collection room. Xue Yi stepped forward and untied the velvet cloth from her body. Shi Yiyu, naked, was thus exposed in the room filled with an aura of death and silence. Xue Yi took several shackles, shimmering with magical runes, from the grooves in the pedestal and locked her wrists and ankles to it. As soon as the shackles were locked, Shi Yiyu felt her internal magic completely suppressed, rendering her unable to muster any strength. "From today onwards, this is your home," Xue Yi said in her eternally cold tone. "Someone will come to feed you nutrient solution every three days to maintain your vital signs. Until the Master remembers you, or... a new method of disposal is decided upon." With that, Xue Yi and the guards turned and left. The heavy alloy door slowly closed, cutting off the last of the light and sound from the outside. The entire world instantly plunged into extreme darkness and deathly silence. Shi Yiyu, or rather "Moon Woman," the living artwork that once caused a sensation in the high society of Grey Stone City and drove countless men mad, was thus completely abandoned by her master, imprisoned in this cold collection room, to accompany countless speechless treasures, becoming the most inconspicuous among them. Time lost all meaning in the absolute darkness and silence. For Shi Yiyu, imprisoned here, every second felt as long as a century, yet as brief as a blink of an eye. There was no light, no sound, not even the flow of air was significant enough to be noticed. The cold obsidian pedestal continuously leached heat from her body, while the magic shackles on her wrists and ankles coiled around her like four icy venomous snakes, constantly seeping the magic-suppressing cold energy into her. For the first day or two, she could still perceive the passage of time through her body's residual warmth and memories. But soon, this perception became blurred. She didn't know if it was day or night, whether it was sunny or rainy outside. The entire world seemed to consist only of herself and this vast, cold tomb filled with the scent of death. [Ding! Your "Solitary Confinement" live stream duration has reached 72 hours! Achievement "Forgotten Artwork" unlocked! Reward points +5000!] [Current online viewers: 1.258 million. Bullet screen popularity: Continuously exploding!] [Wow! The streamer's perspective is amazing! A truly immersive experience! I feel like I've been locked up too!] [Three days! Old Man Gold really isn't coming back! The nutrient solution is also the lowest grade mush, so tragic (so great)!] [I bet five yuan, the next plot will be "Accidental Encounter with a Discarded Collection"! Someone will definitely stumble into the collection room and discover this treasure!] [The perspective of the person above is too small! I bet on "Ancient Evil Awakens and Forms a Pact with the Imprisoned Saintess!"] In Shi Yiyu's consciousness, the virtual bullet screen panel scrolled frantically. Like a bored shut-in, she browsed the audience's wild speculations with her mental power while calculating the earnings from this live stream. "Hmm... this 'confinement play' script is working better than expected. Although the process is a bit boring, only being able to stare blankly and feel the cold every day, the audience seems to really enjoy it." She analyzed with a calm mind. "My popularity has stabilized in the millions, and the tips have broken last quarter's record. Jin Wanshan, this 'tool,' was indeed the right choice. From top auctions to banquet orgies, and finally to abandonment and imprisonment, the entire process has maximized the dramatic tension." After an unknown period, perhaps ten days, or maybe half a month, a subtle change occurred in the unchanging darkness. It was the sound of some mechanical operation. A silver, disc-shaped drone silently flew in front of her, extended a robotic arm, and squeezed a tube of sticky, foul-smelling green nutrient solution into her mouth. This was her only sustenance, barely enough to maintain the minimum vital functions. After feeding, the drone would immediately leave, without leaving any unnecessary sound or light. Day after day, week after week. This extreme loneliness and monotony were enough to drive any sane person mad. But for Shi Yiyu, it was merely a rather special "idle" phase in her long live-streaming career. She even had the leisure to observe the faint magical fluctuations in the collection room and analyze the energy composition of the sealed ancient relics. "...That large jar in the corner, the eight-legged octopus-headed monster pickled inside, has quite a tenacious life force. Its magical reaction seems to be of the abyssal lineage, likely fished out by Jin Wanshan from some underwater ruins." "...That broken sword stuck in the stone over there carries a heavy resentment. Tsk, it feels like at least tens of thousands of souls were slain by it, its malevolence almost condensed into a physical form." "...Oh? There's a hidden compartment under this pedestal? What's inside? It looks like a... music box?" She was like a tourist with a god's-eye view, "visiting" her prison with great interest. Until one day, after the feeding drone completed its task and left again, Shi Yiyu slowly and silently exhaled a breath. The breath condensed into a small puff of white mist in the cold air, lingering for a long time. "Hmm... almost time." Her inner voice carried a hint of lazy satisfaction. "The 'Despair of Captivity [X_X]' script has been performed to its extreme. Any further performance would lead to aesthetic fatigue. The audience is also starting to urge for updates. So... it's time for the next segment." She slightly raised her head. Although her vision was still pitch black, the corners of her mouth curved into a sly and playful smile. Her eyes, which had always been either vacant, dazed, or filled with humiliation, now sparkled with a confidence as brilliant as the stars. "Time to go~" She whispered softly, her voice remarkably clear in the deathly silent collection room. This voice was no longer the seductive moan produced by drugs and electric shocks, but crisp, pleasant, carrying a hint of girlish innocence and a touch of divine authority. As her words fell, the unbelievable happened. The four shackles, made of special alloy and inscribed with ancient forbidden magic runes, suddenly began to vibrate slightly. The runes on the surface of the shackles, which had originally emitted a faint blue glow, seemed to have encountered their nemesis. They began to flash violently, their light flickering, and finally, with a "pop," they were completely extinguished. Immediately after, the incredibly hard alloy shackles, without any sound of breaking, began to rapidly and silently disintegrate like wind-eroded sand sculptures, starting from where they touched her skin. They turned into handfuls of silvery-gray, fine powder, which slid off her wrists and ankles, accumulating in a thin layer on the obsidian pedestal. The so-called magic-suppressing shackles were as fragile as children's toys to her. The so-called "magic suppression" was merely her active cooperation, her deliberate restraint of her own power, playing a role with Jin Wanshan. Shi Yiyu moved her somewhat stiff limbs, her joints emitting a series of crisp "cracking" sounds. She lightly jumped down from the pedestal, her bare feet landing on the cold floor without feeling the slightest chill. [!!!! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What happened?!] [Is the streamer cheating?! Weren't these shackles said to be able to bind even dragons? How did they shatter on their own?] [The big one is coming! The big one is coming! I knew it! I knew it! A reversal! A god-tier reversal!] [Is this the true face of "Moon Woman"? Was her previous fragility all an act?! You made me suffer so much, boo hoo hoo (donated a spaceship)!] "It's an act, so of course, it has to be complete." Shi Yiyu stretched lazily, her graceful body arching in a breathtaking curve in the darkness. On her snow-white leg, the slave mark branded by Jin Wanshan himself, representing her status as a slave, was now emitting a faint, unwilling red glow. She casually extended her right hand, her fair palm facing upwards.

Shi Yiyu didn't hesitate at all. With a gentle press on the latches of her suitcase, the lid sprang open with a "click." "Phantom Blade: Here it comes! The main event!" "Script Analyst: Now the academy's true colors will be completely exposed..." "Detail Freak: I smell something forbidden..." "Old Driver: Holy shit! This... this this this..." Inside the suitcase, instead of neatly folded clothes, were a dazzling array of items. On the top layer lay several brightly colored, sheer lace undergarments and several daringly cut thongs, piled haphazardly together with no attempt at concealment. Reinhardt merely glanced at them, the corners of his lips curling upwards involuntarily, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He didn't reach in directly to rummage, but instead used a slender magic probe to gently nudge aside the intimate apparel. Beneath the probe, rows of neatly arranged "little toys" appeared in Reinhardt's vision. They were of various shapes and made of all sorts of materials. There were all-black vibrating dildos covered in bumps, with detachable soft tentacles on the tips; realistic-looking dildos with clear textures and an alluring sheen on their surfaces; and several smooth, round vibrating toys, placed in a velvet pouch, their thin control wires faintly visible. Even more astonishing, next to these "toys," lay several gleaming silver gag balls. Some were the common silicone type, smooth on the surface, while others were made of soft leather, with dense studs sewn along the edges, exuding a certain "violent aesthetic." Beside them were a pair of cold handcuffs and leg cuffs. These were not ordinary metal products but were crafted from a special alloy, etched with binding runes on their surfaces, emitting faint magical fluctuations. Reinhardt's gaze swept over these items one by one, his eyes growing brighter, the playful smile on his lips deepening. He even picked up a silicone gag ball, gently squeezing it with his fingers, feeling its elastic texture. "Mmm..." he let out a meaningful hum, then placed the gag ball back in its spot, his gaze returning to the inner layers of the suitcase. There, several more daring pieces of clothing were stored: bondage straps that exposed large areas of skin, sheer mesh bodysuits, and a few items that looked like some kind of special uniform, all folded very neatly. Reinhardt picked up one of them. It was a bodysuit made of black leather and metal chains. He unfolded it, his eyes meticulously scanning the fine stitching and every rivet, even running his fingers over the texture of the leather. "Phantom Blade: Holy shit! Is this what freshmen bring as luggage? Is this academy a brothel?!" "Pure Love Warrior, Uninvited: I'm calling you an expert! This is even more exciting than I imagined!" "Script Analyst: Is this an academy tradition? Or is it only for special students? The underlying logic of this world-building is quite interesting!" "Detail Freak: Leather and metal chains... *hiss*... this taste is exquisite!" "Old Driver: I'm already looking forward to this junior's academy life..." Reinhardt carefully placed the leather bodysuit back into the suitcase. He closed it and then looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Shi Yiyu. "Hmm, very good. It completely meets the academy's requirements," Reinhardt's voice held a hint of undisguised admiration, even a touch of excitement. "You've brought everything you need, and even... more thoroughly prepared than most freshmen." He paused, then gestured to a curtain in the corner of the room. "Next is the physical examination. This is to ensure that every new student can adapt to the academy's 'special' curriculum. Please go over there and take off your school uniform." Reinhardt's voice carried an irrefutable command, but his eyes were filled with anticipation. Shi Yiyu didn't hesitate at all. She stood up and walked towards the curtain. It was a small cubicle, containing only a simple bed and a few hooks. Her back to Reinhardt, her slender fingers unbuttoned her school uniform jacket, then her shirt. The jacket and shirt slowly slid off, revealing her skin, as fair as jade. "Phantom Blade: Here it comes! The main show!" "Pure Love Warrior, Uninvited: What am I seeing?!" "Script Analyst: As expected! Secrets beneath the school uniform!" "Detail Freak: Dark red! The color of these ropes matches her temperament so well!" "Viewer ID: Old Driver: Shibari! The streamer really knows what they're doing!" As the shirt completely came off, Reinhardt's pupils contracted sharply. What appeared before him was not a smooth, flat back, but an exquisite "work of art" woven from dark red ropes. The ropes were tightly wrapped around Shi Yiyu's body, starting from below her slender neck, extending down along her spine, crisscrossing around her waist and hips, outlining her graceful curves. The ropes in the front lifted her full breasts upwards. Each rope clung tightly to her skin, and in some places, it had even left faint red marks. However, these marks did not detract from the beauty; instead, they added a touch of ascetic allure to the scene. Reinhardt's breathing became somewhat heavy at this moment. He could even see the subtle muscle tremors as the ropes tightened against her skin. He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping almost greedily over her rope-bound body. "This... this is truly perfect!" Reinhardt exclaimed with genuine admiration, his voice filled with surprise and appreciation. "I never expected you to execute this academy 'tradition' so thoroughly, so... artistically." He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently touched one of the ropes on her back. The sensation was cold, but the skin beneath the rope radiated a tempting warmth. "Did you do this bondage... yourself?" Reinhardt's voice was tinged with barely suppressed excitement. Shi Yiyu slowly turned around, her deep eyes holding a hint of playfulness and provocation. She didn't answer, merely nodding slightly in confirmation. Reinhardt let out another sigh of admiration. His gaze moved from her rope-tightened breasts to her flat abdomen, finally resting on her long, shapely thighs. When he saw the black stocking on her left leg and the white stocking on her right, and her slender legs peeking out from beneath her pleated school skirt, his eyes lit up again. "Good, very good..." Reinhardt murmured to himself. He took a small magical device from a nearby drawer. The device looked like a handheld scanner. He aimed the scanner at Shi Yiyu's body, and a blue light flickered again. The scanner emitted a crisp "beep," and a string of data appeared on the screen. Reinhardt's gaze lingered on the data for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming even more surprised, even tinged with fanaticism. "Phantom Blade: Holy shit! What am I seeing?!" "Pure Love Warrior, Uninvited: This... can this be detected by an academy inspection?!"

Gerard Rodriguez strode onto the platform with confident steps. He approached Shi Yiyu, a playful smile on his lips, and reached out to gently lift her chin. Shi Yiyu offered no resistance, her gaze calm as she met his eyes, devoid of fear or shyness. "Professor, what do we do now?" Gerard looked at Professor Elena, a hint of urgency in his tone. Professor Elena walked over to the two of them, her voice returning to its usual calm, professional teaching cadence. "Very good, Gerard. Now, I will explain to you how to 'develop' a 'virgin body' and maximize its potential." She gestured for the assistants to lower the rope around Shi Yiyu's left ankle slightly, keeping it semi-suspended so her body was less tilted but her legs remained spread. "First, we need to relax the model's body, allowing her muscles to fully stretch," Professor Elena said, lightly patting Shi Yiyu's hip. "Gerard, you can start with the most basic 'caress.' Use your hands to feel the temperature of her skin, to feel the curves of her body. Remember, gentleness is the first key to unlocking the body." Gerard's eyes flashed with excitement at her words. He extended his right hand and gently caressed Shi Yiyu's waist, which was tightly bound by the dark red rope. His fingers traced the edge of the rope, moving slowly upwards, caressing her soft skin. He could feel the smoothness and delicacy of her skin, the elastic tension as the rope tightened against it. His fingers gently kneaded the soft flesh at her waist, moving upwards bit by bit, until they reached her breasts. "Viewer ID: Old Driver: Professor's teaching is too on point!" "Viewer ID: Phantom Blade: It's starting! Details! I want details!" "Viewer ID: Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: Ahhh! Don't look! Don't look!" Gerard's palm pressed against Shi Yiyu's full breasts. He could feel the two soft mounds becoming firmer under the pressure of the rope. His fingers gently kneaded them, while his thumb brushed, almost imperceptibly, against the [X_X] covered by the rope. Shi Yiyu's breathing quickened slightly, her chest rising and falling, but her eyes remained calm. "Very good, Gerard," Professor Elena's voice rang out again. "Now, feel the changes in her [X_X]. The [X_X] is one of the most sensitive parts of the female body. Stimulating it can rapidly increase a woman's sexual arousal." Gerard's movements became bolder. He used his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch Shi Yiyu's [X_X], which was bound by the rope, and then slowly massaged it. Shi Yiyu's [X_X], constrained by the rope, became even more sensitive. As Gerard gently massaged it, a tingling sensation spread from her [X_X] throughout her body. Her body trembled slightly, and a barely audible moan escaped her throat. "Did you hear that, students?" Professor Elena's voice held a hint of pride. "This is the body's most honest reaction. When a woman's [X_X] is stimulated, her body will involuntarily produce such pleasant moans." Gerard's other hand began to explore downwards. He slipped his hand under Shi Yiyu's open shirt, caressing her flat abdomen. His fingers traced the curve of her lower belly, moving slowly downwards, finally stopping at the edge of her short skirt. "Now, we need to further open the model's body," Professor Elena said, gesturing for the assistants to step forward and slowly pull up Shi Yiyu's short skirt. The white short skirt was carefully pushed upwards by the assistants, eventually reaching Shi Yiyu's waist. At this moment, Shi Yiyu's lower body, except for the black and white over-the-knee socks and the dark red rope, was completely exposed to everyone's view. Her [X_X] buttocks, tightly bound by the rope, appeared exceptionally round and alluring under the lights. The rope marks left at the base of her thighs added a touch of forbidden beauty. "Viewer ID: Old Driver: It's all revealed! I love this professor!" "Viewer ID: Phantom Blade: This scene is simply a masterpiece from Pixiv!" "Viewer ID: Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: Woo woo woo..." Professor Elena's gaze fell upon Shi Yiyu's private parts, which were cleverly obscured by the dark red rope, yet the pink slit was still visible. "Now, Gerard, you can attempt a deeper exploration," Professor Elena's voice was guiding. "Use your fingers to feel her softest parts. Remember, this is the most sensitive area of a woman's body." Gerard's breathing quickened. He released his hand from Shi Yiyu's [X_X] and focused his attention on her lower body. He extended his finger and carefully touched the skin on the inside of Shi Yiyu's thigh. The skin there was more delicate than elsewhere, and a light touch sent a tingling sensation through her. His finger traced the inner thigh, moving slowly upwards until it reached the private area concealed by the dark red rope. He gently parted the rope, revealing the pink vulva, marked by the rope. A few sparse, fine hairs were scattered across it, slightly disheveled by the rope's pressure. The entrance to the vulva, already slightly parted by the rope, revealed moist, pink flesh within. Gerard's fingertip lightly touched the entrance of the vulva, feeling its moisture and warmth. He gently caressed the edges of the vulva with his fingertip, then slowly deepened his penetration. Shi Yiyu's body jolted, her legs tightening slightly, but quickly relaxed. "Very good, Gerard," Professor Elena's voice sounded again. "Now, use your fingers to feel her 'entrance.' The entrance of a 'first time' is often quite tight, requiring your patience and skill." Gerard's index and middle fingers slowly entered Shi Yiyu's vulva. The entrance was indeed very tight, and his fingers had to push in bit by bit. Shi Yiyu's body arched slightly, her breathing becoming more rapid, and a suppressed groan escaped her throat. "Do you feel that tightness?" Professor Elena's voice was seductive. "This is unique to virgins. This membrane is not just a physical barrier, but also a psychological one. Once it is broken, a woman's body and mind will undergo a new 'opening.'" Gerard's fingertips explored the inside of the vulva, feeling the thin membrane bulge slightly under the pressure of his fingers. He took a deep breath and then, with a sudden force, his fingertip broke through the barrier. "Hiss—" Shi Yiyu's body trembled violently, and she gasped, but quickly regained her composure. A tearing pain echoed from within her vulva, but this pain was soon replaced by a strong sensation of expansion. "Viewer ID: Phantom Blade: It's broken! It's really broken!" "Viewer ID: Old Driver: I love this directness! Professor, continue explaining!" "Excellent!" Professor Elena's voice was tinged with excitement. "Did you hear that? That faint sound, that is the sound of the 'membrane' being broken. From now on, this student's body will undergo a true 'opening.'" Gerard's fingertips stirred within the vulva, feeling the muscles involuntarily contract under the stimulation. The moisture inside the vulva intensified, and a warm current surged from its depths, moistening his fingers. "Now, Gerard, you can prepare to enter," Professor Elena said, gesturing for the assistants to adjust Shi Yiyu's body for easier access. The assistants slightly raised Shi Yiyu's right leg as well, securing it with ropes to the platform supports on either side, so her legs were fully spread, her private parts completely exposed to everyone's view. Shi Yiyu's body was stretched taut by the ropes, her vulva appearing more prominent and alluring under their pressure. Gerard impatiently unfastened his pants, revealing his already erect and enormous penis. It was thick and firm, its tip already secreting clear fluid. He moved in front of Shi Yiyu, aiming for her vulva. "Remember, Gerard," Professor Elena's voice sounded again. "The first entry requires slowness and gentleness. You need to let her body adapt to your size, to feel every moment of your penetration." Gerard took a deep breath, grasped his penis, and slowly pressed its tip against Shi Yiyu's vulva. The entrance was moist and warm, his penis tip gently caressing its edges, sending a tingling sensation. "Viewer ID: Old Driver: Holy shit! Look at the size!" "Viewer ID: Phantom Blade: Here it comes! The real show!" He gently pushed forward, his tip slowly sliding into Shi Yiyu's vulva. The entrance was extremely tight, and with every inch he penetrated, he could feel the strong pressure of the muscles within. Shi Yiyu's body jolted, her legs involuntarily tightening, but quickly relaxed. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat. "Feel this tightness," Professor Elena's voice was excited. "This is the most beautiful feedback from a virgin's body. This intense feeling of being enveloped will bring you unparalleled satisfaction." Gerard slowly pushed forward, his penis gradually entering Shi Yiyu's vulva. The moisture and warmth inside, along with the extreme tightness, made him feel unprecedented excitement. Shi Yiyu's body arched slightly, and a strong sensation of stretching emanated from within her vulva, as if her body was being gradually opened. Gerard fully submerged his penis into Shi Yiyu's vulva. He could feel the muscles inside tightly embracing him, the feeling of being completely swallowed bringing him immense satisfaction. He paused for a moment, allowing Shi Yiyu's body to adjust to his size. "Now, you can begin to move," Professor Elena's voice was guiding. "The rhythm can start slow, then gradually increase. Remember, each thrust is an exploration of the body, an impact on the senses." Gerard took a deep breath and began to move slowly. His penis slid in and out of Shi Yiyu's vulva. Each withdrawal brought out the moist fluid from within, accompanied by a "plop plop" sound. Each deep thrust made Shi Yiyu's body tremble slightly, emitting suppressed moans. Shi Yiyu's body swayed involuntarily with Gerard's thrusts. Her breasts, compressed by the ropes, bounced violently with each movement. Inside her vulva, she felt intense friction and stretching, a stimulation unlike anything she had experienced before. Her breathing grew more rapid, and an unnatural flush spread across her face. "Excellent!" Professor Elena's voice held a note of admiration. "Gerard's rhythm is excellent. Students, please observe, when a woman's body is continuously stimulated, her body will involuntarily sway. This is an instinctive reaction, and also a sign that the body is enjoying itself." Gerard's rhythm gradually quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He moved in and out rapidly, creating a sound of moist liquid. Shi Yiyu's body swayed violently under the restraint of the ropes, her legs involuntarily tightening, and the muscles within her vulva began to contract, tightly enveloping Gerard's [X_X]. "Ah... mmm..." Suppressed moans escaped Shi Yiyu's throat, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the ropes, her nails almost digging into the texture of the material. Her body, at this moment, seemed completely immersed in a torrent of sensation. Gerard's breathing became heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He could feel the tightness and moisture within Shi Yiyu's vulva, feel her body's every tremor and contraction, which brought him unprecedented satisfaction and excitement. He increased his speed, each thrust deeper, more forceful. "Almost there, Gerard," Professor Elena's voice urged. "Feel the limits of your body, feel your approaching climax." Gerard's body trembled violently. He let out a low roar, then thrust forward with all his might, ejaculating his essence deep into Shi Yiyu's vulva. His body shuddered, and he slowly withdrew from her vulva. "Viewer ID: Phantom Blade: It's over! So fast!" "Viewer ID: Old Driver: Although it was a bit short, the process was exciting!" Moist fluid slowly trickled down the inside of Shi Yiyu's thighs, leaving ambiguous trails on her fair skin. Her vulva was slightly parted, still containing Gerard's essence. Her body trembled slightly, her breathing rapid and heavy, her face flushed unnaturally. But her eyes remained calm, even with a hint of contemplation. Professor Elena walked over to Shi Yiyu and leaned down to examine her vulva closely. "Students, please observe," Professor Elena's voice rang out again, her tone filled with satisfaction. "This student's body has been completely 'opened.' After this 'development,' her vulva will become more sensitive and easier to stimulate. And she herself will gain a new 'body awareness' and 'sensory experience' from this encounter." She looked at Gerard and said approvingly, "Gerard, you did very well. This 'demonstration' will serve as a perfect score for your 'Foundations of Body Awareness and Sensory Development' course this semester. And this student..." Professor Elena turned to Shi Yiyu, her eyes holding a deep meaning, "you will also receive a perfect score for this course, and you will become a special invited member of the academy's 'Body Art' club this semester." Professor Elena gestured for the assistants to step forward and release Shi Yiyu from the ropes. The assistants gently untied the black leather ropes from Shi Yiyu's body, then carefully helped her tidy her school uniform. When all the ropes were removed, Shi Yiyu's body regained its freedom. She moved her wrists and ankles, then adjusted her uniform. The marks left by the ropes on her fair skin were still clearly visible, but they would soon fade. A composed smile remained on her face, as if everything that had just happened was merely an insignificant "performance" to her. Lena and Elara's faces still held expressions of shock and distress. They looked at Shi Yiyu, their eyes filled with complex emotions. Seraphina walked forward, patted Shi Yiyu on the shoulder, her eyes holding a mixture of admiration and an indescribable respect. "It seems you truly don't need to take this course anymore," Seraphina said softly, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. Professor Elena returned to the center of the lecture hall. Her gaze swept across the audience, and her voice rang out again, "Alright, students, today's 'Foundations of Body Awareness and Sensory Development' class ends here. I hope today's 'demonstration' has given you a deeper understanding of this course. Next class, we will delve deeper and explore more mysteries of the body."

"Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: Oh my god... this... this is too cruel! Roland, you can't do this to her!" "Phantom Blade: Neurological feedback from the target's tongue tip touching the ground indicates that its taste and olfactory systems are processing unconventional stimuli. The act of licking, biologically, symbolizes submission and belonging. Record the frequency, intensity, and oral muscle coordination of her licking." Shi Yiyu's tongue, with a poetic murmur, carefully licked the ground. She could feel the tiny food scraps, rubbing against her tongue, bringing a rough and nauseating sensation. With each lick, she felt a cool dampness and a腥味 mixed with dust. She didn't stop, one lick, then another, diligently licking the stain clean. The tip of her tongue could even feel the subtle unevenness of the ground. Her actions, in everyone's eyes, appeared so humble and submissive. In the cafeteria, apart from occasional whispers, there was almost no other sound. Everyone was shocked by this sudden, humiliating scene, some even stopped eating, staring blankly. When the stain was licked away, leaving only a wet mark, Roland pulled the rope again. Shi Yiyu's head lifted accordingly. The tip of her tongue still retained a hint of the腥味, and her mouth was full of saliva. Roland said nothing more, he simply tugged the rope again, signaling her to stand up. Shi Yiyu struggled to support herself, and with the restriction of the shackles, slowly and clumsily stood up. Her knees ached faintly, but she knew this was just the beginning. Like a dog on a leash, she followed Roland, slowly walking out of the cafeteria under everyone's gaze. Behind them, the noise and discussion erupted anew. "Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: Streamer, you... you really licked it... this... this is heartbreaking! How could Roland do this to you!" "Old Driver: Awesome! So awesome! This kind of public humiliation is simply art! Streamer, are you all wet now? Does it feel exciting to be treated like this?" Roland led Shi Yiyu along the tree-lined path of the academy. The night breeze was cool, blowing against Shi Yiyu's exposed upper body, bringing a hint of freshness. The "clanging" of the shackles sounded particularly clear in the silent night. Soon, they arrived in front of an independent building. This building was much taller than the girls' dormitory and more imposing in appearance. Roland used a key to open the door and led Shi Yiyu inside. It was a spacious boys' dormitory, its area more than triple that of Shi Yiyu's previous girls' dormitory. The room was furnished with three large single beds, each with an independent desk and wardrobe. But the most striking feature was the open space in the center of the room. This area was covered with thick soft padding, and various instruments were placed around it: there were metal restraint frames, hung with leather straps and handcuffs of various sizes; there were wooden crosses, with a pile of ropes and whips next to them; there was even a small electric shock device, with several thin wires hanging beside it. The walls were covered with collars, gags, blindfolds of various sizes, and some massage devices of various shapes. The entire room, rather than a dormitory, was more like a small studio, or a private "art appreciation room." "Audience A: Holy shit! The boys' dorm is like this?! It's paradise! These noble young masters are really playing hard!" "Old Driver: Holy shit! This equipment! So professional! Roland, this kid, is a hidden master! Looks like there's good entertainment tonight!" "Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: What... what are all these things?! Roland, you... you're not going to do anything to the streamer with these, are you?!" Roland led Shi Yiyu to the center of the soft padding. He released the rope in his hand, but Shi Yiyu's body was still bound, and her shackles remained on. She could only kneel on the padding, waiting for his next command. Roland walked to his desk and took out a small remote control from a drawer. He pressed a button on the remote, and the lights in the room instantly became soft, while a gentle melody began to play, adding a touch of ambiguous atmosphere to the stimulating room. He turned around, his gaze falling on Shi Yiyu. His eyes were no longer filled with the previous nervousness and shyness, but with a look of scrutiny and possession. He slowly approached Shi Yiyu, reached out, and gently touched her chest, which was constricted by the ropes. Shi Yiyu's body trembled slightly. Roland's fingers, with a hint of coldness, lightly brushed across her skin. Just then, the dormitory door opened again. Two tall boys walked in, each leading a bound girl behind them. One of the boys was burly and muscular. He led a petite girl whose mouth was gagged, her eyes blindfolded, and her body wrapped in a tight leather suit, revealing only her full breasts and long legs. The other boy was more refined. He led a tall girl whose hands were tied behind her back, wearing a spiked collar around her neck, and a semi-transparent gauze robe that alluringly outlined her curves. "Pure Love Warrior Uninvited: The roommates are back too?! And they all brought female slaves?! What is going on with this academy!!" "Old Driver: Hahahaha! Good heavens! A room full of 'prizes'! Looks like tonight is a 'carnival night'! This is the daily life of noble young masters!" "Roland, you're good! You drew the best 'prize'!" the burly boy laughed, and with a loose grip on the rope, the girl with the gag immediately fell to the ground, sliding forward due to inertia. "You guys are here too." Roland's face showed a smile, a smile of camaraderie, with a hint of sharing and showing off. Three boys, three bound girls, formed a peculiar picture in the spacious dormitory. "Enough with the pleasantries, I can't wait any longer!" the burly boy said, and with a yank, he removed the gag and blindfold from the girl beside him. The girl let out a suppressed moan, but it was quickly interrupted by the burly boy's rough actions. The refined boy was gentler. He gently patted the head of the girl beside him, then untied her gauze robe. Roland's gaze fell back on Shi Yiyu. He took a deep breath, then slowly, crouched down. He reached out his hands, caressing Shi Yiyu's body, which was marked by the ropes. His fingertips, with a slight tremor, gently rubbed the full curves of her breasts, feeling the warmth and elasticity of her skin. "Audience A: It's starting! It's starting! Hurry up! Don't dawdle!" "Old Driver: Roland, don't just touch! Get to it! I can't wait!"

After the pairing session ended, Professor Elena began to explain the techniques of rope bondage. She started with the most basic "wrist restraint," detailing how to tie knots, control tightness, and achieve different binding effects through various knots. Her explanations were clear and professional, with every detail meticulously covered. "Students, please observe. This 'figure-eight knot' is used for wrist restraints. It effectively limits movement while preventing injury to the wrists," Professor Elena said, skillfully demonstrating on a model's hand. "Note that the rope's direction should follow the muscle's grain to maximize stimulation of sensitive points." The male students listened intently, some even taking out paper and pens to take diligent notes. The female students appeared somewhat nervous, their gazes occasionally drifting to the ropes hanging from the stands and the male students with their fervent eyes. After the explanation, Professor Elena announced, "Now, it's time for practice. Male students, please use the ropes in your hands to restrain your partners. Female students, please relax your bodies, feel the sensation of restraint from the ropes, and try to open your senses completely." A stir rippled through the classroom again. The male students were eager to try, picking up their ropes and walking towards their partners. Lina's partner, a slender male student, seemed flustered. He picked up a hemp rope and clumsily wrapped it around Lina's wrists. Lina's body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with fear, but she didn't resist, merely allowing him to wind the rope around her wrists. The male student's hands trembled, and his knot was somewhat loose, yet Lina could still feel the rough texture of the rope against her skin. "Too loose!" Professor Elena's voice suddenly rang out. She walked over to Lina and the male student, her gaze falling on the knot he had tied. "Remember, restraint is for control, not simple binding. The rope must adhere closely to the skin to better stimulate the senses." She personally stepped in, untied the knot on Lina's wrists, and then tied a tighter, more professional figure-eight knot. Lina's wrists were tightly bound by the rope. She could feel the rough texture of the rope rubbing against her skin, sending waves of tingling sensation. Her body involuntarily shivered, and a flush of unnatural red spread across her face. Ailary's partner, a tall male student, was more skilled and detached. He picked up a leather rope, directly tied Ailary's hands behind her back, and then used a complex knot to bind her wrists tightly together. Ailary let out a suppressed gasp, her body arching slightly from the pain, tears welling up in her eyes. "Remember, students!" Professor Elena's voice sounded again. "The purpose of restraint is to stimulate the senses, not to cause harm. However, appropriate pain can sometimes be part of sensory stimulation." She walked over to Ailary, checked the knot, and nodded with satisfaction. Shi Yiyu's partner, a delicate male student, appeared even more nervous. He picked up a silk rope and cautiously approached Shi Yiyu. His hands trembled, seemingly afraid to touch her body. "Don't be afraid, student," Shi Yiyu's voice was soft and calm. "Relax, feel the texture of the rope, feel my body." The male student took a deep breath, then extended his hand, carefully wrapping the silk rope around Shi Yiyu's wrists. The silk rope was smooth and soft, gently caressing Shi Yiyu's fair skin, bringing a comfortable sensation. The male student's fingers occasionally brushed against Shi Yiyu's skin, and each touch sent a jolt of tingling through him. His knot was somewhat clumsy, but Shi Yiyu said nothing, merely watching him calmly. "Very good," Professor Elena's voice chimed in. She walked over to Shi Yiyu and the male student, her gaze fixed on the knot. "Student, although your technique is somewhat unpracticed, your perception of the rope's texture and the body is remarkably keen. Remember, the art of restraint is not just about technique, but also about understanding and respecting the body." Unlike with Lina's partner, she offered encouragement instead of correction. Next, Professor Elena began to explain how to perform full-body restraints. She covered various complex techniques such as the "Kagome Shibari" (turtle tie), "Ebi Shibari" (shrimp tie), and "Tsuritsuri" (suspension tie), as well as how to choose different ropes and binding methods based on different body parts and sensory needs. "Now, students, you may begin attempting full-body restraints," Professor Elena's voice held a hint of provocation. "Remember, the ultimate goal of restraint is to allow the restrained person to completely open their body and experience unprecedented sensory impact. For the binder, you will experience an unparalleled sense of control." Lina's partner, the slender male student, under Professor Elena's guidance, began clumsily using the hemp rope to bind Lina's body. He first tied Lina's hands behind her back, then brought her legs together and wrapped them with rope. Lina's body was tightly constricted by the rope, and she could feel the rough friction against her skin and the constricting pressure on her body. Her breathing became rapid, and her face flushed with an unnatural redness. The male student's hands occasionally brushed against Lina's body, and his breathing grew heavy. As he wrapped the rope around Lina's breasts, his hand paused involuntarily, his gaze falling on her two mounds, which appeared even more prominent due to the binding. Professor Elena's voice rang out again, her tone laced with seduction: "When the body is completely restrained, the restrained person loses all ability to resist. At this point, their body belongs entirely to you; you can explore and 'develop' it at will. Remember, this is for a better understanding of the body and to better unlock its potential." Hearing the professor's words, the male student's eyes became more fervent. He wrapped the rope around Lina's buttocks, then threaded it between her legs, tightly constricting her intimate area. Lina's body jolted violently, and she let out a suppressed whimper. Her vulva was squeezed tightly by the rope, sending waves of tingling sensation. The male student secured the rope, then cautiously reached out and touched Lina's constricted intimate area. He could feel its wetness and warmth. His fingers gently caressed, then slowly probed inside. Lina's body trembled violently, and she gasped, but did not resist, merely closing her eyes tightly. The male student's fingers stirred inside Lina's vulva, and he could feel its tightness and wetness. Lina's body trembled slightly, and suppressed moans escaped her throat. "Very good," Professor Elena's voice sounded again. "Now, feel her body, feel her reactions. This is the deepest exploration of the body." The male student took a deep breath, unzipped his pants, revealing his large erection. He aimed his erection at Lina's vulva and slowly pushed forward. Lina's body jolted violently, and her vulva felt a tearing pain, which was quickly replaced by a strong sensation of expansion. Tears streamed down her face silently, but she made no sound. The male student's erection was fully submerged in Lina's vulva. He could feel its tightness and warmth. He paused for a moment, then began to move slowly. Lina's body swayed with his thrusts, and intense friction and expansion sensations emanated from within her vulva. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and her face was flushed with an unnatural crimson. Ailary's partner, the tall male student, was more direct and rough. He used leather ropes to tightly bind Ailary's body, the ropes leaving red marks on her skin. Ailary's body trembled violently from pain and fear, her vision blurred by tears. The male student secured Ailary's body, then directly unzipped his pants, revealing his thick erection. Without hesitation, he aimed his erection directly at Ailary's vulva and thrust forward forcefully. "Ah—!" Ailary let out a piercing scream, her body arching violently, her vulva experiencing intense pain. Tears poured from her eyes like a flood, and her body trembled violently. "Remember, students!" Professor Elena's voice remained calm, but with a hint of coldness. "Some bodies require stronger stimulation to fully open. Appropriate impact can sometimes yield unexpected results." The male student's erection was fully submerged in Ailary's vulva. He could feel its tightness and warmth. He didn't pause, directly beginning to thrust violently. Ailary's body, bound by the ropes, writhed violently, and tearing friction and expansion sensations emanated from within her vulva. Suppressed whimpers escaped her throat, and her body convulsed from the intense impact. Shi Yiyu's partner, the delicate male student, was more cautious. Under Professor Elena's guidance, he used silk ropes to exquisitely bind Shi Yiyu's body. The silk ropes wound around Shi Yiyu's fair skin, forming beautiful patterns. Shi Yiyu's body was bound just right, allowing her to feel the tightness of the ropes without any discomfort. The male student's fingers gently caressed Shi Yiyu's body, wrapped in silk ropes. He could feel the comfortable friction of the ropes against her skin, as well as the softness and elasticity of Shi Yiyu's body. Unlike the other male students, he did not rush into "development," but focused on experiencing the art of restraint brought by the ropes. "Very good," Professor Elena's voice held a hint of admiration. "Student, you have understood the essence of the art of restraint. Restraint is not just about control, but also about the pursuit of beauty and the guidance of the senses." Shi Yiyu's body, bound by the silk ropes, appeared even more alluring. Her breathing was steady, her gaze calm, as if she were enjoying this performance of the art of restraint. She could feel the trembling of the male student's fingertips, the quickening of his breath, and the desire hidden deep within him.