Twin sisters who were domesticated into little bitches after being reduced to playthings~

Lin Wanyin's consciousness hadn't fully awakened, but her muddled mind was already engulfed by boundless pleasure. The obsidian floor, smooth as a mirror, insidiously sucked away the warmth of her body, a stark reminder that she was no longer a princess, but a possession. Then came the familiar, magically chilling weight around her neck. A collar forged from mithril and star diamonds, its inner surface inscribed with runes to suppress her magic, and on the plaque, her name etched in elegant script: "Mei Xiang Ding." "Awake, my little bitch?" A lazy, melodious voice drifted from the throne not far away. Su Muxue, barefoot, glided silently to her side, slowly leaning down. She took a deep, appreciative breath at the side of Lin Wanyin's neck, as if appraising the rarest of spices. "Mmm... even in your sleep, my little incense cauldron never stops working," she murmured with satisfaction. "A sweet fragrance, like morning dew, with a hint of languor. Truly delightful." This compliment was the most venomous curse. Lin Wanyin shamefully closed her eyes, for she knew Su Muxue was referring to the unique "fragrance of seduction" that her body, thoroughly altered by law-level magic, constantly emitted. To others, this scent was a subtle, elegant aroma, but to herself, it was a chronic, potent aphrodisiac. Every inhaled wisp eroded her will, making her body more sensitive, more desperate for touch. "Come here." Humiliation gnawed at Lin Wanyin's heart like a venomous snake. *I am the Empire's princess! Lin Wanyin! Not a dog to be ordered around at your whim!* She cried out silently in her heart, each word laced with blood and tears. But her body, this lowly traitor that had been trained for three full years, had already reacted faster than her brain. Her limbs began to move, in a posture she had once loathed, but which had now become instinct—on all fours, like a true little dog, she crawled shamefully towards the throne. As she crawled, her hips even swayed from side to side with a slight rhythm, an uncontrollable movement, the most debased instinct implanted in her bones, mimicking a pet begging with a wagging tail! "Today, we'll try something different," Su Muxue said with a smile, selecting a brand-new restraint device for her—the "Living Display Stand." Under Su Muxue's magical control, this intricate device began to "dress" Lin Wanyin automatically. First, a perfectly fitting black latex suit. As the cold latex slid over her skin, Lin Wanyin trembled slightly from shame and anger, her body involuntarily heating up. As her body temperature rose, that faint morning fragrance began to change, becoming more concentrated like heated incense, filling the air with an alluring scent mixed with unwillingness and indignation. Next came the crisscrossing leather straps. Two wide straps were brutally tightened at the base of her [X_X], in a lewd figure-eight pattern, squeezing those already full and erect snow-white mounds upwards and inwards, almost bursting through the thin latex. Her hands were forcibly pulled behind her and locked, while her legs were encased in cruel hoof-high heels. Finally, an open metal gag stretched her lips apart, and several straps, with exquisite force, pulled her tongue out through the gag and secured it. As the cold leather straps wrapped around the back of her neck, Lin Wanyin's body shivered shamefully. The "collar complex," reinforced by countless punishments and rewards, made her feel both extreme fear and a morbid sense of security towards any restraint around her neck. Breakfast was, as usual, served in a crystal bowl on the floor. The moment she saw the bowl, her body instinctively urged her to lick it clean. She was forced to stand on her hoof-heels, in an extremely humiliating and unstable kneeling posture, extending her tongue, which was fixed by the gag and couldn't be retracted, to laboriously lick the food in the bowl. After breakfast came the daily routine of "training." She was secured on the "Taming Throne," her limbs spread apart, her body adjusted to the angle most suitable for "play." "Let's see how my latest creation performs." Su Muxue activated the throne's functions.

"Mmph! Mmph!" Before Lin Chuxia could react, her nose and mouth were tightly covered by a piece of cloth with a strange sweet scent! Her eyes widened in terror, her hands desperately clawing at the black leather-gloved hand covering her, while her legs kicked backward uncontrollably. A peculiar sense of weakness, accompanied by the cloying fragrance, rapidly invaded her limbs, and even the strength to struggle was rapidly draining away. (No... I can't... I need to calm down...) In the last moment before her consciousness was swallowed by darkness, Lin Chuxia remembered her greatest trump card—the protective ring, infused with a miniature teleportation array, that her adoptive father had exchanged for with his entire savings! She poured the last bit of her strength and the remaining magic in her body into the ring on her left hand! "Buzz!" The ring erupted with a verdant green light, and Lin Chuxia's figure instantly vanished from her spot! "Hoo... hoo... That was close..." At the end of another alley dozens of meters away, Lin Chuxia's figure staggered into existence. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, the lingering terror of her ordeal still on her face. "Cough... that strange scent... my body is so exhausted..." She knew that this incomplete teleportation magic could only send her to a random nearby location. She had to find a patrolling enforcement mage as soon as possible! She forced her exhausted body to move, hurrying towards the alley entrance. However, just as one of her feet was about to step out, a magic circle made of countless slender silver threads, almost transparent, suddenly lit up on the ground beneath her! "This is... a trap?!" The thought had barely crossed her mind when dozens of slippery black tentacles, formed from pure shadow energy, shot out from the walls and ground on both sides of the alley. Like predatory pythons, they wrapped around her in a tight, inescapable embrace! "No—!" This time, she couldn't even scream. A thickest tentacle, carrying a腥甜 liquid, unceremoniously pried open her lips and thrust deep inside, forcing the liquid, which contained aphrodisiac and magic-inhibiting effects, down her throat! "Don't... let go... Gulp~呜~呜~cough cough~" (Damn it... the ring... use it again...) She tried to activate the ring again. The green light flickered, then instantly dimmed. "呜~呜呜呜!" (What's happening... I can't concentrate my magic?) "No, no~ Naughty little~bitch~" An extremely seductive voice, like a demon's whisper, echoed directly in her mind. At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around her tightened violently, like greedy vampires, instantly draining the little magic she had left! "Ah~ cough cough 呜~" Lin Chuxia completely lost the strength to resist. The tentacles began to grow countless smaller tendrils, constantly licking and probing her body. The mucus they secreted was highly corrosive, rapidly dissolving her academy uniform. Soon, large patches of skin, never before seen by outsiders, were exposed to the cold air. "Mmph! Mmph! How~呜" (~So itchy~呜~ Stop it~~) These small tendrils seemed to have eyes, precisely playing and teasing her most sensitive areas—her earlobes, neck, armpits, and inner thighs—making her unable to help but let out embarrassed moans. "Ah~ Damn it~ I can't break free at all~ If this continues... it feels so good~呜..." Her heart was filled with shame and indignation, but her body, under the continuous, unfamiliar stimulation, shamefully became hot and wet.

"Now, let's get you into... more suitable 'everyday wear,' my little pet." Su Muxue conjured a brand new, dangerously alluring restraint suit from the void. It wasn't made of ornate lace, but a creation woven from lustrous black leather, cold metal buckles, and sturdy straps, exuding functionality and dominance – a K9 suit tailored for a "canine pet." Lin Chuxia's pupils contracted sharply, her mind overwhelmed by immense fear and shame. She wanted to scream, to resist, but her body, weakened by the preceding torture, was limp and powerless. She could only watch helplessly as Su Muxue dressed her in this ensemble, the ultimate symbol of humiliation. First came a nearly transparent black latex bodysuit, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet clinging to every inch of her skin, outlining her fiery figure to perfection. Even the contours of her private garden were clearly visible. Next was a crisscrossing network of straps. Sturdy leather straps began at her neck, extending downwards, forming a horizontal "8" that brutally cinched and lifted her proud breasts from their roots. The immense pressure squeezed the full globes of her breasts until they threatened to burst through the thin latex, while the twin buds at their tips were stimulated to hardness, forming two lewd bumps beneath the bodysuit. (No... don't... my body...) Lin Chuxia screamed internally. Her dignity, her very sense of self as a human, was being strangled inch by inch by these cold straps. The strap network converged midway, cinching her waist to an astonishing size, then split into three paths. The thickest one tightly gripped the cleft of her buttocks from behind, passed through her crotch, and then pulled upwards, fastening to a metal ring at her abdomen. This savage structure not only formed a shameful perineal strap but also cruelly chafed and pressed her most sensitive core with every slight movement. And this was just the beginning. Su Muxue grabbed her left arm, ignoring her whimpers, and forcibly bent her upper and lower arm together, pressing them tightly against each other. Then, a black, padded restraint sleeve was slipped over her elbow, completely encasing her folded arm. The zipper hissed shut, and the straps on the side clicked into place. Lin Chuxia's slender left arm was thus transformed into a ridiculous, unstraightenable meat pillar. Immediately after, Su Muxue donned latex gloves coated with sticky adhesive, put them on her hands, and then wrapped her clenched fists with static tape, turning them into unopenable, plump "meat balls." Her right arm suffered the same transformation. "Wuu... wuu wuu..." Lin Chuxia shook her head in despair, tears blurring her vision. Her once proud, agile hands were now two short arms that could only wave helplessly like a fortune cat. Su Muxue's movements did not falter. Her hands slid towards Lin Chuxia's pride and joy – her long legs. Following the same procedure, her upper and lower legs were forcibly bent, encased in larger restraint sleeves, and securely locked with several straps from her thighs to her ankles. In an instant, the once radiant, brilliant young woman was utterly transformed into a deformed "roly-poly," her limbs folded and shortened. She lost her balance, collapsing awkwardly onto the ground, able to writhe helplessly like a pathetic insect with broken limbs. "A pet shouldn't be left unattended, should it?" Su Muxue smiled, attaching the final, and most crucial, component. A heavy leather collar with a metal tag locked around her neck, the tag coldly engraved in elegant script – "Master's Nectar Goblet." A horse-bit gag was roughly forced into her mouth. The rigid ring spread her cherry lips, pulling her tongue out with a small clamp and fixing it beneath the ring, preventing her from closing her lips. She was forced to shamefully protrude her tongue. Inability to swallow, saliva mixed with tears of humiliation, dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth. Finally, a furry, black dog tail, connected to a metal [X_X] at its base, was unceremoniously and deeply inserted into her rear. "Awooo—!" The intense stimulation of the foreign object caused her to let out a piercing shriek, her body convulsing violently. Su Muxue stepped back, admiring her ultimate masterpiece with satisfaction. In the mirror, a black, grotesque "creature" lay on the ground. Her entire body was bound, her limbs folded, forcing her to support herself on her knees and elbows. Her buttocks were high and arched, with a black tail swaying slightly with her gasps. Her mouth was propped open, her tongue hanging limply, saliva streaming. In this state, where was the slightest trace of a "human"? She was clearly a thoroughly modified... bitch, created for her master's pleasure. "Alright, my little doggy," Su Muxue's voice held a hint of playful command, "now, crawl over." Crawl... The word struck Lin Chuxia's chaotic mind like a thunderclap. (No! I am human! I am not a dog! I will never...) Her will screamed, resisted. However, when Su Muxue gently tugged on the leather leash, which had appeared on her collar at some unknown time, a [X_X] force pulled at her neck. The instinct for survival overwhelmed her last shred of dignity. Humiliated and trembling, she took a small step forward with her folded limbs, now like meat pillars. The hard, cold floor abraded her knees and elbows, causing a dull ache. Every movement was clumsy and pathetic, like her soul being flayed by the sharpest knives in the world. What made her despair even more was that the design of this K9 restraint suit was far more malicious than she had imagined. The straps connecting her entire body cleverly converted the kinetic energy of her crawling into stimulation for her body. Every forward movement of her elbows pulled the tightening [X_X] straps, sending waves of tingling [X_X]; and every shift of her knees, in turn, moved the perineal strap buried deep within her, cruelly grinding her most tender bud. Shame, pain, and the inappropriate, illicit [X_X] intertwined to form a vast net, capturing her completely. "Wuu... ah... nng..." She couldn't control the broken moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, that escaped from the depths of her throat. Her body, her proud, pure body, was betraying her soul in a way she had never imagined! It was yielding, and even... enjoying this humiliation! (No... stop... body... don't do this...) Her heart wept, wailed. She hated this demon, and even more, she hated her own uncontrollable, degenerating body! "It seems you quite like your new outfit." Su Muxue's voice sounded above her, laced with amusement. She crouched down and, as if teasing a real pet, reached out and gently flicked the dog tail that swayed with her gasps. "Aow—!" The [X_X] at the base of the tail, agitated by the flick, spun fiercely within her tight inner walls. A stronger, indescribable [X_X] than before surged like an electric current from her tailbone to the crown of her head! Lin Chuxia's body arched sharply, instantly losing all strength, and she collapsed to the ground. Her eyes lost focus, becoming hazy and vacant. Physiological tears and saliva flowed more profusely, wetting a small patch of the floor beneath her. She felt herself drowning. Drowning in the tide of shame, the waves of humiliation, and the damnable, surging [X_X]. Her resistance, her unwillingness, her anger... all seemed so pale and powerless in this moment.

Occasionally, during her licking, a faint, blurred fragment of memory would flash from the depths of her mind—the small, yet always laughter-filled dining table at her adoptive parents' home, the steaming shredded pork noodles with two fried eggs, handmade by her mother… However, as soon as this warm memory surfaced, the cold metal object around her neck, known as a "chastity collar," would emit a subtle, warning "buzz." This was a reminder that any unauthorized, intense emotional fluctuation—be it sadness, anger, or the current longing—would be judged by the system as "abnormal excitement" and thus incur punishment. The instinct for survival taught her to immediately extinguish and crush these dangerous memories belonging to "Lin Chuxia." Most of the day was dedicated to Su Muxue's whimsical "playtime." She would be lifted from the cold floor, the "maid dog" outfit symbolizing servitude would be removed, replaced by a "goldfish" swimsuit, symbolizing a "plaything." It was a Japanese school swimsuit made of semi-transparent material, imbued with Eastern erotic aesthetics. When dry, it could barely cover her private parts, but once wet, it would become like a transparent film, clinging tightly to her hot and sexy body, revealing her full and firm [X_X], slender waist, and the alluring outline of her private garden without reservation. It was the most malicious mockery of youth and purity. She would be thrown into the heated pool in the Glass Palace, as vast as an indoor lake, like a discarded toy. Immediately, Su Muxue would smile and gently but irresistibly shove a lifelike, pink crystal fish-shaped remote [X_X] deep inside her. "Goldfish, swim like a goldfish, or else… you'll die." Su Muxue would recline elegantly on a lounge chair by the pool, playing with the exquisite remote control, like a proud empress teasing a pet in the water. She would casually operate the remote. The fish-shaped [X_X] would furiously thrust, spin, and wag its tail deep within her most sensitive areas. Lin Chuxia could not resist, only letting out fragmented moans, masked by the sound of water, in the warm pool. She had to paddle desperately to keep her mouth and nose above the water, and every struggle of her body would resonate with the "goldfish" ravaging her insides, bringing more intense [X_X] that would make her mind go blank. The warm pool water enveloped her already extremely sensitive skin, amplifying every sensation in her body. She could clearly feel how each surge of [X_X] would gush out from within her, then quickly and shamefully dissipate into the clear water. Like a real goldfish caught in a net, she struggled futilely and lewdly amidst the alternation of [X_X] and ecstasy. As night fell (in the Glass Palace, it was merely a change in the intensity of magical light), the exhausted Lin Chuxia would be fished out of the water and changed into her "pajamas"—the "dairy cow" outfit. It was an outfit filled with absurdity and bestialization. The black and white cow-print, open-crotch bodysuit tightly encased her hot body, but her breasts and [X_X] had two large, uncovered circular openings. Her hands and feet were fitted with hoof-shaped, soft, thick black leather covers, rendering her unable to even grasp anything, forcing her to kneel on the ground helplessly like a real, docile livestock. Su Muxue would sometimes indulge in her "late-night snack" activities on a whim. She would take out two small, automatic milking machines made of magic crystals and skillfully attach them to Lin Chuxia's breasts, which had become red and swollen from a day of torment. The cold suction cups rhythmically sucked and pulled at her tender buds. Under the effect of a special potion, her body would secrete "milk" with a sweet fragrance, which would then be collected in a gorgeous crystal cup to become Su Muxue's pre-sleep drink. In this day after day, numbingly trivial, ritualistic humiliation, Lin Chuxia's will to resist was completely and mercilessly worn down. Her brain, in order to protect itself, began to exhibit severe "learned helplessness." She no longer needed commands. Upon hearing a "ding," her body would react before her brain, dragging her folded limbs as she skillfully crawled towards the food bowl. When thrown into the water, she would instinctively clamp her legs together, her body even shamefully secreting [X_X] in anticipation of the impending [X_X]. Finally, one day, Su Muxue, holding her in the "maid dog" outfit with a diamond-studded leather leash, took her for a "walk" in the Glass Palace's fairy-tale garden. Suddenly, Su Muxue pressed a button on another remote control hidden in her hand. The [X_X] deeply embedded within her body, acting as a tail, began to vibrate frantically at its highest frequency without any warning!

"So, next, we'll play a game of 'choice'." Su Muxue snapped her fingers, and three brand-new "rest" apparatuses, each with a distinct style, floated in front of Lin Chuxia. They each emitted a different glow, carrying a completely different allure, yet all exuding endless humiliation. The first was a "Moonlight Cage" woven from pure silver threads. Its exterior was elegant, lined with soft blue velvet on the inside, but every seam was embedded with micro-electrodes. It would bind her entire body in a gorgeous yet chilling manner, accentuating her exquisite curves to the fullest, and deliver precisely calibrated electrical stimulation based on her heartbeat and arousal. She would be like a captured, trembling, most magnificent work of art, convulsing from the current. The second was a "Dewdrop Bed" crafted from transparent crystal. The bed frame was hollow, connected to collection tubes below. She would be placed upon it in a completely exposed position, every movement, every spasm, producing bodily fluids that would be clearly collected and displayed as "exhibits" for admiration. At the head of the bed was an exquisite "Whispering Gag," capable of eliciting the most vulgar whispers from her in the throes of ecstasy. She would become a complete, publicly displayed "tool" for producing bodily fluids. The third was a "Flawless Dog Cage" made entirely of white latex. It wasn't a physical cage, but a series of high-tech latex restraints that would envelop her entire body in a tight, elastic embrace, exposing only the crucial, forcibly parted areas. It came with a gag equipped with an automatic feeding system and a remote-controlled tail [X_X], reducing her to her primal "pet" form. She would lose the last pretense of being "human." "Choose, my 'Nectar Pot'," Su Muxue's voice was full of seduction. "Which one do you want to... 'rest' in?" Lin Chuxia's consciousness was utterly shattered by this sudden "choice." (Choice? I... I actually have the right to choose?) She looked at the three beautiful yet sinister "instruments" before her, a great turmoil surging within her. This was more than a choice; it was a crossroads in hell! Whichever path she took meant actively, consciously, descending deeper into ruin! (Moonlight Cage... those cold silver threads... will trace every curve of my body, trembling in the current... so shameful...) (Dewdrop Bed... all my secrets will be laid bare for everyone to see... like a piece of lewd meat on display... but... it might... feel good...?) (Flawless Dog Cage... latex... dog cage... Do I... do I really have to choose to become a... dog myself?... But... that seems like... the safest option, the one with the fewest mistakes...) She struggled, unwilling, humiliated, indignant... all negative emotions churned within her, yet suppressed by the pervasive fear of the curse of the "Nectar Pot." She knew that if she didn't choose, Su Muxue would choose for her, and that would be even worse. Finally, her gaze settled on the "Flawless Dog Cage." (Latex... dog cage... This... this is at least... a kind of "safety" in being enclosed... a kind of... pre-defined... "identity"...) As this thought arose, her consciousness, not yet entirely devoid of shame, felt an extreme loathing for her own pathetic compromise. (No! Lin Chuxia! What are you thinking?! You're seeking "safety" in a "dog cage"?! You're truly... a slut to the bone!) But her body's instincts were more honest than her loathing. Her body, hot and sexy from the abuse of the pleasure instruments, involuntarily tilted slightly towards the latex restraint suit. "Oh? It seems you've made your choice." Su Muxue smiled with satisfaction. She snapped her fingers, and the "Flawless Dog Cage" descended silently. The soft latex, like a living thing, began to automatically wrap around Lin Chuxia's exquisite body. The cold, tight latex, like a second skin, instantly encased her every hot and sexy inch. Her perky [X_X] were squeezed into an even more alluring shape, her slender waist cinched to be impossibly small, and her round [X_X] buttocks were tightly lifted by the elasticity of the latex, forming an even more exaggerated and lewd curve. Only her mouth, stretched open by the gag, and her private garden, cleverly slit and already drenched, were exposed. A spherical gag with a built-in automatic feeding system was reinserted into her mouth, and a remote-controlled tail [X_X] was implanted within her once more. Finally, an exquisite silver collar, imprinted with a cute paw print, was fastened around her fair neck. "Click."

The moment she personally inserted the dog tail [X_X] named "Bitch's Heat Wagging Tail" into herself, a current of extreme shame mixed with an incredibly familiar sense of foreign invasion shot through her entire body. Her pheromones erupted like a breached dam, turning the entire kennel into her scent territory. Then came the "Aphasia Drooling Dog Muzzle." The cold metal ring forcibly pried open her mouth, and a soft tongue clamp pulled her tongue out and secured it. She was forced to stick out her tongue, her inability to close her mouth causing saliva to uncontrollably dribble down the corners of her lips. With every breath, she inhaled deeply the aphrodisiac poison emanating from her own body, so ashamed she wished she could die on the spot. After she was fully adorned, the Blood Demon Blade finally made his move. He roughly pushed her to the ground, picked up the ropes, and began to bind her. The rough hemp rope traced across her skin, which had become extremely sensitive from the steaming pheromones, each pass eliciting a series of fine tremors. Soon, a complete Shibari bondage enveloped her shapely body. Then, he grabbed her limbs and, with leather straps, forcibly folded and bound her thighs to her calves, and her upper arms to her forearms. "Mmm... mmmph!" Lin Wanyin let out a pained whimper. This posture rendered her completely unbalanced and incapable of resistance, leaving her to writhe on the ground like a deformed, pathetic reptile. Finally, a cute pair of dog ears on a headband and a black dog mask that only revealed her eyes and mouth were placed on her head, completely obscuring the last vestiges of her human appearance. On the collar, a newly engraved silver tag dangled, bearing a line of cold text in the common tongue: "Blood Demon Blade's Bitch Toilet." The Blood Demon Blade looked at his "creation" with satisfaction, then took out the "Leash of Desire." With a "click," the metal buckle fastened onto her collar. He roughly yanked the leash! "Mmmph!" Lin Wanyin was dragged forward by a tremendous force, forced to crawl on the soft velvet cushion with her folded limbs in an extremely awkward and pathetic posture. He led her around the entire kennel like a dog. [Led Away: A March of Dignity's Death] (No... don't... I... I am the eldest princess of Adrian... not livestock...) Her heart screamed, but her body could only advance in humiliation. Each tug of the leash was like a public declaration of her new identity. The act of crawling itself was the ultimate humiliation. The dull ache in her knees and elbows was a constant reminder: you are no longer a person who stands and walks. (What... what have I done? For revenge... is this the path I chose? I abandoned everything, and all I got was to be led around like a real dog? Father... Mother... if you saw me now... would you... regret giving birth to me...) Regret spread through her like venom, permeating her very being. This intense self-loathing became the finest nourishment for her pheromones. The rich, sweet scent surged from every pore, forming a private, warm, inescapable domain around her. She was forced to breathe in the decadent aroma emanating from her own body, each inhalation like drinking poisoned wine. (This damned scent... it's celebrating my downfall! It's turning my shame... into a... a performance that pleases him! The tugging of the leash... why... why does it feel... warm when I'm enveloped by this scent... No! Lin Wanyin, wake up! That's humiliation! Not caresses!) She desperately discovered that her body was being twisted and betrayed by her pheromones. The more humiliated she felt, the more potent the scent became; and the more potent the scent became, the more her senses mistakenly interpreted the pain and shame as a pathological [X_X]. She was trapped in an inescapable abyss of self-torment. The Blood Demon Blade dragged her to a large mirror in the center of the kennel. "Look at yourself." [Mirror Gazing: The Collapse of Self-Existence] Lin Wanyin was forced to lift her head. The moment she saw her reflection, her soul felt as if it were struck by a colossal hammer, shattering into countless pieces! In the mirror was a monster, tightly bound in Shibari, its limbs folded, wearing a dog mask and muzzle, with a tail inserted behind it... It possessed the exquisite body of a human female, yet it had been transformed into the most debased, quadrupedal form. And what terrified her most was that she could clearly "see" the pheromones. They were no longer an invisible scent but a visible, flowing pink halo surrounding the monster in the mirror. The halo pulsed with the monster's every breath, flickered with every tremor, rendering the lewd posture dreamlike and filled with unholy allure. (What... what is that... that thing like a rutting beast... is that really me? No... I'm not like that! I am the Light of the Empire, I am Lin Wanyin! But... why... why does my heart race... my body heat up when I look at it... This scent... it's telling me that what's in the mirror... is my true self...) The seed of self-doubt took root at this moment, madly consuming her reason. She had always believed that the "Pheromone Cauldron" was merely a curse imposed by Su Muxue, an external shackle that could be overcome. But now, looking at herself enveloped in the halo of scent in the mirror, she had a terrifying thought for the first time: perhaps Su Muxue hadn't created anything; she had merely... unearthed the inherent baseness and lewdness that already existed within her. (Am I... am I inherently this lowly? Is my so-called princess status merely a magnificent cloak to conceal my lewd soul that craves domination? No... I refuse to believe it! I refuse to admit it!)

At night, after being subjected to Su Muxue's full-body indulgence, which she called "cleansing"—her body would be treated as a canvas, adorned with lewd runes drawn in magically infused ink with aphrodisiac effects, or as a musical instrument, emitting varied moans stimulated by different toys—she would return to her golden cage and curl up to sleep. And within this routine, the most thorough trampling of her dignity occurred during the morning meal. Whatever was served was presented in an exquisite white porcelain bowl, placed on the floor, crafted by master artisans from mithril and moonstone. The bowl was as beautiful as a work of art, but at the most conspicuous position on its rim, three characters, which felt like a curse to her, were fired into the ceramic in elegant Elvish script—"Vessel of Nectar." The food in the bowl was always a lukewarm white liquid, utterly devoid of taste, precisely formulated to sustain her vital signs. She had to eat from the bowl, like a true little dog, by licking it off the floor. (No… I don't want to eat… I'd rather starve… I will never… never eat this thing! I am human! Not livestock!) For the first two days, she resisted by refusing to eat, her final, silent act of defiance. She believed that her resolve to die rather than yield would at least preserve a shred of human pride. She curled up in the corner of her cage, listening to the shameful rumbling of her stomach, and used her longing for her parents and her hopes for the future to combat the most primal of physiological desires. For the first time, a resolute flame ignited in her pure and bright eyes. But she had underestimated hunger, that most primal torture capable of crushing all will. The first day brought a burning sensation in her stomach, as if a fire raged within her body, making sleep impossible. The second day brought waves of dizziness and weakness in her limbs. She no longer had the strength to even crawl out of the cage, lying weakly on the soft cushion, feeling her life ebbing away, even her breath carrying a burning pain. On the third day, as her stomach convulsed violently from emptiness, the excruciating pain, like countless hands tearing at her insides, finally surpassed her adherence to dignity. She cried. She lay on the cold floor, tears mingling with sweat, silently streaming down her face. She looked at the white porcelain bowl lying quietly on the floor not far away. It no longer seemed like a dish, but the sole gateway to hell. The exquisite bowl, in her eyes now, was filled with the most malicious mockery. (Just once… just one bite… I'm just… so hungry… I need strength… with strength, I can find a way to escape… yes, for the sake of escape… after eating… I'm still Lin Chuxia… yes… I'm still…) She numbed herself with this pathetic lie, trembling, and crawled over, inch by agonizing inch. Those few meters felt like they consumed all the strength of her life. Every movement sent waves of pain through her empty stomach. Her once full and perky [X_X] buttocks now appeared listless due to her weakness. When she finally crawled to the bowl and looked at the milky white liquid within, emitting a faint warmth, her body, more honest than her will, secreted its desire. When her tongue first touched the cold, tasteless liquid in the bowl, an immense, overwhelming sorrow instantly engulfed her. It had no taste. It was neither delicious nor unpleasant. It was simply "food," fuel to extend the "lifespan" of the "Vessel of Nectar." This pure functionality, more than any delicacy or poison, plunged her into despair. Her tears broke free, dripping into the bowl, mixing with the white liquid, which she then licked clean, bite by bite. She understood that her bottom line as a "human" had been so easily breached by hunger. From this moment on, all the pride and persistence represented by the name "Lin Chuxia" were swallowed down by her, along with that bowl of food, leaving behind only a hollow vessel named "Vessel of Nectar." And what she failed to notice was that behind her, Su Muxue, holding a cup of black tea, was watching it all with a cold gaze, the kind one uses to admire the first unfurling petals of a budding [X_X]. This new work of art was, according to her design, perfectly and step by step, moving towards the most beautiful "withering" she desired.

Her mind screamed, but her body greedily drew a familiar, "安定" (stable/calming) sensation from the cold leather. The emptiness that originated from her bones was, in this humble, fawning touch, receiving... a faint relief. "Heh..." A light chuckle came from beneath the Blood Demon Blade's mask. The laughter was filled with undisguised, cold mockery and... the pleasure of a victor. "It seems my little bitch has finally realized she can't leave her master." He squatted down, and with a gloved finger, roughly pinched Lin Wan-yin's chin, forcing her to lift a face already ruined by tears and shame. "Look at you now. No orders, no coercion, you crawled here yourself. You, yourself, like a bitch in heat, came begging for master's 'affection.' Tell me, what about your so-called revenge? What about your laughable pride? What's left now?" Lin Wan-yin's lips trembled violently, but she couldn't utter a single word. Yes... what was left? When she crawled to her enemy's feet, wagging her tail and begging, just to fill the emptiness in her body, everything about her had already... been utterly lost. "It seems last night's 'freedom' taught you many things." The Blood Demon Blade released her hand, stood up, and his tone was filled with a condescending "mercy." "Since you desire it so much, then master will satisfy you." He turned and walked into the room, and after a moment, took out a pile of... cold "shackles" made of leather and metal, all too familiar to Lin Wan-yin. It was a complete "K9 slut dog set," more intricate and more humiliating than the one from the first day. "Since you want to be a dog so badly, I'll make you the purest, out-and-out bitch." He roughly pushed Lin Wan-yin to the ground and began this long-overdue "taming" ritual, which she herself had "begged" for. First, it was a complete *Hojojutai* (torture binding). The rough hemp rope traced across her skin, already hypersensitive from the "aphrodisiac scent," each friction bringing a string of fine tremors. The ropes tightened, digging deeply into her flesh, dividing her fiery, perfect figure into tantalizing, pornographically suggestive areas. Knots were skillfully tied at the most sensitive parts of her chest and between her legs, bringing waves of shameful friction with every breath she took. Next came the folding and binding of her limbs. He grabbed her arms, forcibly folding her upper and lower arms together, using wide leather restraints to wrap and lock each arm from the elbow. Although there was memory foam protection at the knees and elbows, the powerlessness of her limbs being completely broken and unable to straighten, along with the constant dull ache from her joints, served as a perpetual reminder that she had been stripped of her human form. Then, a pair of black latex gloves were put on her hands, which were then forced into fists. Metal rings on the back of the gloves were connected to the knots on her chest. This meant that every time she tried to crawl, the ropes on her chest would pull, activating the already pierced nipple rings, causing indescribable, shameful [X_X]. It was a perfect trap; resistance meant self-punishment. After her limbs were contorted into the shape of deformed "short arms" and "short legs" meant only for crawling, the Blood Demon Blade took out the open-mouthed metal gag that filled her with dread. The cold metal forcibly pried open her mouth, and a soft clamp pulled out and fixed her tongue. She was forced to stick her tongue out, her inability to close her mouth causing saliva to uncontrollably dribble down the corners of her lips, dripping onto the cold floor. "Dogs don't need to speak," the Blood Demon Blade stated coldly. Following this was the "decoration" of her lower body. An extremely thin T-back thong, almost digging into her flesh, was roughly threaded through the crevice of her full buttocks. Then, a large, spiral vibrator with a soft dog tail was unceremoniously, and with a twist, inserted into her tight [X_X].

This place was not as magnificent as the imperial bedchamber, nor as vibrant as the garden. This place… was like a shrine, and like an operating room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of a white crystal that absorbed all extraneous noise and emitted a soft halo, making the entire space so quiet that one could hear their own heartbeat. In the center of the room stood an altar, carved from a single piece of white jade, cold and sacred. And beside the altar, a brand-new "ceremonial gown" had been waiting for a long time. It was a modified nun's habit, named "Holy Light Prayer Maiden" by Su Muxue, filled with a contradictory aesthetic of asceticism and seduction. The main piece was a pure white, form-fitting garment with gold embroidery, but it featured large cutouts on the chest and back, connected only by a few crisscrossing white leather straps, completely exposing her vast expanse of milk-white, smooth skin on her back and the deep cleavage on her chest. The lower half was a white pleated skirt so short it barely covered her buttocks, and beneath it were a pair of over-the-knee white stockings, the tops of which were tightly cinched to her upper thighs by garters with crucifix pendants, outlining that absolute territory in an incredibly erotic manner. "Come here, my little 'nectar pot'," Su Muxue's voice echoed in the empty room, with a hint of cold anticipation. "Today, I'm going to develop a brand new, highly artistic function for you." A strong sense of unease welled up in Lin Chuxia's heart. She obediently crawled over, and humiliatingly, allowed Su Muxue to dress her in this shameful "ceremonial gown." When the cold metal crucifix pendant touched her warm thigh skin, she couldn't help but shiver. Then, she was ordered to kneel on the pure white altar in a posture of prayer. Her wrists were bound together in front of her chest with a small silver handcuff engraved with prayers; her legs were forced apart into a standard kneeling position, with cold jade stones placed beneath her knees, and her ankles were locked to metal rings at the base of the altar with another pair of shackles. This posture forced her to straighten her back, pushing her increasingly full breasts high, and also caused her rounded, perky buttocks, barely covered by the short skirt, to form an arc that invited sin. To prevent her from moving restlessly due to discomfort during the upcoming "creation," Su Muxue had also "thoughtfully" placed a head restraint on her, made of silver wire and white gold, resembling a thorny crown. Several supports extended from the crown, gently but irresistibly securing her forehead and jaw, forcing her head to tilt back slightly, her gaze directed only obliquely towards the ceiling. "A good work requires absolute focus," Su Muxue said in an almost murmuring, lover-like tone, but the content of her words sent a chill through Lin Chuxia. She took out an exquisite, mithril-made spherical gag, its internal structure as complex and hollowed out as a birdcage, and forced it into Lin Chuxia's mouth. The cold metal instantly pried open her small mouth, securing her teeth and soft tongue within, making it impossible for her to close her mouth or utter any complete syllable, leaving her to let saliva uncontrollably dribble from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the fabric of her chest. Next, Su Muxue used two silver forceps to pick up a crystal-clear, perfectly square-cut sugar cube, and carefully placed it on the small platform in the center of the gag, just large enough to hold her tongue tip. "Your task is very simple," Su Muxue stepped back, admiring her "arrangement," her voice possessing a cold, surgical precision. "Use your tongue to lick and melt it. All the sugar water mixed with your saliva must flow through the pre-made channel in the gag and drip precisely into the cup below." As she spoke, she placed a goblet, also carved from crystal, directly beneath Lin Chuxia's chin. "Remember," Su Muxue's lips curved into a faint, cruel smile. She pointed to the magic tentacles that were slowly rising from the floor around the altar, shimmering with a faint blue demonic light, covered in fine barbs. "If even a single drop falls outside the cup, or if the sugar cube falls out of your mouth… these little things will let you experience what 'true art' is." Lin Chuxia's pupils contracted sharply! She looked at the tentacles, coiled like venomous snakes, with terror, and an icy chill shot from the base of her spine to the crown of her head!