The schoolmarm who bound herself in the church: how the nuns came in when they said I was to be left alone to confess!

Lin Wanxing squatted on the cold floor, the strip of moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains falling precisely across her bare back and the curve of her firm thighs, like a boundary where the sacred and the fallen intertwined. Her fingertips carefully explored the inside of her magical equipment bag, temporarily ignoring the proper gear meant for fighting witches and protecting the city. Finally, her fingers brushed against a cold, strangely textured object. It was a collar of peculiar design. The collar seemed to be made of neither leather nor metal, and its touch was chillingly cool. Its surface flowed with a faint, dark purple luster, flickering as if breathing. This was one of the spoils of war she had seized from a witch skilled in the arts of bondage and illusion. At the time, she had only felt an ominous yet alluring aura emanating from it. On an inexplicable impulse, she hadn't destroyed it but had secretly hidden it away. She knew this thing was dangerous, imbued with the witch's twisted magic. But it was precisely this unknown danger, mixed with the inherent symbolism of "restraint" that the collar represented, that acted like the sweetest poison, constantly plucking at the most hidden strings of her heart. "Just... let's try it..." she whispered to herself, her voice a trembling husk, as if trying to convince herself, or perhaps as if declaring a forbidden ritual. She picked up the collar. Its icy touch raised goosebumps on her skin. The inner side of the collar seemed to be etched with incomprehensible patterns, and when it touched her skin, a faint, static-like tingling sensation spread. She took a deep breath and circled the collar around her slender neck. With a soft "click," the clasp fastened. The expected feeling of suffocation did not come. The collar fit perfectly, conforming snugly to the curve of her neck, neither too loose nor too tight. It was merely the persistent cold touch and the faint pulse of magic that constantly reminded her of the restraint around her neck. However, the change happened in an instant. The moment the collar clicked shut, Lin Wanxing felt a faint but distinct electric current surge from the point of contact, instantly spreading throughout her entire body! This sensation was not painful but an indescribable tingling, like countless tiny feathers gently caressing her most sensitive nerve endings. "Mmm~ ooh..." A sweet moan, tinged with shock and unbearable arousal, escaped her throat uncontrollably. She quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, hotter than when she had undressed earlier. This sound... so seductive, was it really her own? What made her heart race even more was that, along with this strange current, she felt certain senses in her body amplifying. The coolness of the air against her skin became more distinct, the friction of the silk stockings against her thighs more vivid, and even the sound of her own heartbeat seemed to pound like a drum in her ears. A languid, powerless feeling spread through her limbs, causing her to gasp involuntarily. The small flame deep within her body seemed to be doused with a spoonful of hot oil, flaring up considerably with a "whoosh." "This... this thing..." Her eyes were hazy, filled with a hint of panic, yet mixed with more curiosity and indulgence. The witch's artifact was indeed wicked! But... this feeling, this sensation of her senses being forcibly opened, of pleasure surging like a tide... hiss, so stimulating! She lowered her head, looking at the front of the collar, where a small, amethyst-like gem was embedded, flickering with her breath. The presence of the collar acted like an invisible anchor, stripping her of her "dignified campus belle" identity and dragging her deeper into this realm constructed of desire and secrets. After the initial shock, Lin Wanxing did not remove the collar. Instead, she reached out with trembling fingers and gently caressed its cold surface. The faint pulse of magic transmitted through her fingertips, subtly resonating with the restless desire within her. "Not enough..." she murmured, her eyes flashing with a bolder light.

The cold of the collar, the weight of the shackles, the tightness of the magic ribbons on her wrists – all were amplified in her exhausted body. Each restraint felt like a brand, a reminder of the thrilling "accident" she had orchestrated. She had… been brought to climax by the collar. This realization made her ears burn, and she felt an urge to bury herself in the ground out of sheer shame. The witch's tools were far more dangerous and bizarre than she had imagined. It wasn't just sensory amplification; it seemed to contain some kind of active punishment, or perhaps a "reward" mechanism? After a brief wave of panic, a more twisted, unspeakable excitement began to surge again, like an undercurrent in deep water. This complete loss of control, being forcefully pushed to the brink by an external force… it was terrifying, but that feeling of utter powerlessness, of being absolutely dominated, unable to even control the rhythm of her own orgasm… hiss… Lin Wanxing swallowed with difficulty, her throat feeling painfully dry. She curled up, her shackled legs bent slightly, knees almost touching her chest. This position offered a sliver of security, but it also made the dampness between her thighs more apparent. The lace of her panties chafed her hypersensitive skin, causing a faint, heart-stopping itch. She couldn't just lie here. This was a classroom, and though it was late and quiet, it wasn't entirely safe. Besides, the collar's recent behavior had left her shaken. Who knew if it would suddenly "activate" again? Struggling, she used her bound hands to push off the floor, trying to sit up. Her body felt incredibly weak, especially her waist and legs, which were sore and powerless. With great effort, she managed to sit up, leaning her back against the cold wall. She gasped for air, strands of hair damp with sweat clinging to her skin, making her look disheveled. She looked down at herself. Messy black hair, flushed cheeks, eyes hazy and moist, lips slightly swollen. A dark purple collar adorned her neck, the skin of her collarbone beneath it flushed pink with arousal. Her white bra barely covered her perky breasts, and beneath it, her waist was slender, held in place by rune stickers that prevented her from bending freely. In the center of her pure white lace panties, a small dark wet patch ambiguously advertised the recent intensity. White over-the-knee stockings encased her long legs, the skin of her upper thighs above the hem glowing enticingly. At her ankles, a pair of dark shackles and the black magic ropes connecting them were like a brand of taboo and ownership on this perfect "work of art." Purity and depravity, modesty and lewdness, achieved their ultimate union in her at this moment. "I have to… loosen some of this…" she murmured, her voice hoarse and languid from the aftermath. The collar and shackles were the main problems, especially the collar that acted on its own. She raised her hands, bound by the magic ribbons, and tentatively reached for the hidden clasp on her collar. Her fingers were trembling from exhaustion and the lingering pleasure. When they touched the cold surface of the collar, a faint magical pulse made her fingertips tingle. "Click." She pressed the clasp. The expected release of the collar did not occur. The clasp remained stubbornly in place. Lin Wanxing blinked slightly and increased the pressure. Still no effect. The clasp seemed to be fused with the collar, impossible to open. A flicker of panic crossed her mind. She tried to pry it with her fingernails, to lever it, even attempted to channel the meager magic of a magical girl within her – power that could normally flip a car, but now felt like a stone sinking into the sea, dissipating into nothingness upon contact with the collar. The collar seemed to absorb or neutralize her magic. It… locked? This realization sent a chill down her spine. She was trapped? Permanently locked by this dangerous collar from the witch? Panic began to spread, but strangely, beneath the panic, that undercurrent of excitement grew stronger. Forever… wearing this collar… like a mark… an indelible brand symbolizing her hidden desires… "No, I can't…" She shook her head, trying to dispel the dangerous thought. It was the collar now, and the shackles. She bent down – an action made stiff and difficult by the rune stickers on her waist – and reached for the shackles on her ankles. The clasps on the shackles were equally unyielding. No matter how hard she tried, even using all the strength in her bound hands, she couldn't budge them. The black magic ropes connecting the shackles were incredibly tough; she dug her nails into them, bit them with her teeth, but the ropes didn't even show a scratch. The magic ribbons on her wrists were the same. Once automatically tightened, they seemed to have fused with her skin, with no visible seam or possibility of loosening.

This is it! Her Soul Gem! Success! This crazy, shameful game of self-bondage could finally come to an end! With the extremely limited dexterity of her bound hands, she carefully tried to hook the Soul Gem out from the corner. However, just as her fingertips were about to fully dislodge the gem— Disaster struck! The collar around her neck, which had been dormant, suddenly vibrated violently again! More intense and rapid than any previous time! "Buzzzzz—!!!" The amethyst gem erupted with a blinding, dazzling light, illuminating the small space beneath the lab bench in an eerie, purplish glow! "Ah!" Lin Wanxing screamed in shock at the sudden turn of events. Before she could react, a ferocious current, far more potent than before, surged through her entire body like high voltage! This time, it wasn't a tingle mixed with pleasure, but pure, tearing agony! It felt as if every inch of her muscle, every nerve, was being violently ripped and burned by an unseen force! "Ugh-ah-ah-ah—!!!!" A piercing shriek erupted uncontrollably from her throat as her body spasmed and arched violently, like a live shrimp thrown into hot oil! All the ropes felt like red-hot chains, biting deeply into her flesh! Under the extreme pain and the violent surge of energy from the collar, the faint connection between her and the Soul Gem was severed like a blade, vanishing instantly! And the hand that was about to touch the gem recoiled sharply due to her violent convulsions! "Clink..." A faint, crisp sound, almost drowned out by her screams, came from behind the cardboard box. Like... something rolling and falling into a deeper crevice? Lin Wanxing couldn't afford to pay attention. The collar's rampant energy continued to assault her body and consciousness. The pain made her vision blur, her ears ring, and she almost fainted again. A few seconds later, the collar's vibration and bright light stopped as abruptly as they had appeared. The lab plunged back into darkness, leaving only Lin Wanxing collapsed on the floor, gasping and twitching like a fish out of water, whimpering in pain. The intense pain slowly subsided, leaving behind a pervasive ache and weakness throughout her body, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled. "Ugh... Bastard... collar..." she cursed through tears, her tears mingling with sweat. What the hell was this collar? Why now, of all times... Wait! The Soul Gem! She jolted awake from the aftershocks of the pain, forcing herself to endure the extreme discomfort in her body, and concentrated again, trying to sense the Soul Gem. Empty. The clear, lighthouse-like sensation that had guided her was gone. Completely gone. As if it had never existed. A chilling coldness shot from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head, plunging her into an icy abyss! No... impossible! She struggled, trying to sense it again. Her mind felt like it was probing a vast, empty wilderness, finding no familiar coordinates or response. Panic, like countless icy vines, instantly wrapped around her heart, tightening its grip!

"Wan... Wanxing... Senior? Is... is that you?" It was Su Xiaowan! It really was her! She had actually come back! Lin Wanxing's eyes snapped open, tears immediately gushing forth again. She saw Su Xiaowan crouching beside her, her familiar face, usually filled with childish innocence and pure admiration, now etched with immense shock and helplessness. Her junior's flashlight beam wavered with her trembling hand, sweeping across Lin Wanxing's body. "No... no... you're mistaken..." Lin Wanxing denied futilely, her voice hoarse and weak, like a mosquito's hum, so faint she couldn't believe it herself. She tried to turn her head away, to evade the gaze that filled her with unbearable shame, but the slightest movement pulled at the ropes binding her, sending a clear sensation of tightness and pain through her body, eliciting a suppressed groan. "It really is you! Senior! How... how could you..." Su Xiaowan's voice cracked with tears. She seemed to reach out, then froze, her hand suspended in mid-air, as if afraid to touch, to defile, or to hurt. "These... these ropes... the collar... and... oh god! You're bleeding!" She noticed the wounds on Lin Wanxing's forehead and knees, her voice growing more panicked. A tidal wave of shame washed over Lin Wanxing. Of all people to find her like this, it had to be her junior, who had always looked at her with such pure, adoring eyes! She would have rather faced a demon, a witch, than Su Xiaowan! The shattered admiration in her junior's eyes was a thousand times more agonizing than any torture. "Go... go away... don't look... please..." Lin Wanxing pleaded incoherently, tears mixing with dust and blood, streaking her face in a pathetic mess. She desperately tried to curl up, to cover herself, but could only writhe weakly on the ground like a beached fish, making the restraints on her body more conspicuous. The black rope between her legs sent a wave of despairing stimulation through her as it rubbed. Su Xiaowan didn't leave. After the initial shock, a strong sense of worry and concern overwhelmed other emotions. She looked at her senior, usually as elegant and perfect as a flower on a high mountain, now bound to the ground in such a wretched, humiliating state, covered in wounds and tears. A protective instinct surged within her. "Senior, don't be scared! I... I'll help you untie them!" Su Xiaowan's voice gained some firmness. She put down her backpack, moved closer, and began to examine the red ropes tightly wrapped around Lin Wanxing. However, the enchantress's tools were not so easily undone. Su Xiaowan pulled and searched for knots in vain, but the red ropes seemed to be a single, perfect entity, with no discernible beginning or end. They were incredibly tough, and no matter how hard she pulled, they didn't budge. She tried to pry open the clasp of the collar, but it remained shut, cold and hard. The leg restraints were equally sturdy. "How... how can I not untie them..." Su Xiaowan's forehead beaded with sweat from her urgency. She watched Lin Wanxing's brow furrow in pain with her movements, and the intensifying shame and trembling caused by being touched and observed. Her heart ached with anxiety. "It's no use..." Lin Wanxing closed her eyes in despair, her voice filled with a weary resignation. "These... are... are magic items... they can't be opened... by ordinary means..." "Magic items?" Su Xiaowan froze, the words beyond her comprehension. But as she looked at the faint, flowing purplish glow on the collar and the unusual texture of the ropes, she vaguely understood. This was no ordinary restraint... her senior seemed to harbor a great secret. Just then, Su Xiaowan's gaze swept over Lin Wanxing's wet inner thighs, deeply indented by the black ropes, and the meticulously humiliating way her entire body was bound. A thought uncontrollably surfaced – did her senior... do this willingly? The idea made her cheeks flush slightly, her emotions growing more complex. If it was voluntary, then this current situation of "things getting out of hand"... She shook her head. Now was not the time to investigate. The priority was to help her senior escape. "Then... then what do I need to do to untie them? Senior, you must have a way, right?" Su Xiaowan asked urgently. She noticed Lin Wanxing's gaze occasionally drifting towards a corner beneath the laboratory bench. "Soul... gem..." Lin Wanxing forced out the words with difficulty, her voice filled with bitter anguish. "I... I need my soul gem... to break free... but... it's gone... just now... when I almost got it..." "Soul gem?" Su Xiaowan repeated the unfamiliar term, then suddenly, as if remembering something, her eyes widened. She immediately turned, grabbed her backpack, quickly unzipped an inner pocket, and carefully took out something wrapped in a handkerchief. "Senior... is the soul gem you're talking about... this?" Su Xiaowan's voice trembled with disbelief as she slowly unfolded the handkerchief. In an instant, a soft, warm pink light dispelled the cold beam of the flashlight, filling the small space. The gem, the size of a pigeon's egg, crystal clear, with swirling nebulae within, lay quietly on the white handkerchief, radiating a comforting wave of power. Lin Wanxing's pupils contracted sharply, her breath catching in her throat! She stared intently at the gem, her immense shock and sense of absurdity rendering her speechless for a moment. The soul gem she had desperately sought, enduring humiliation and fear, nearly losing her life for... was actually... with Su Xiaowan all along?! "You... how could you..." Lin Wanxing's voice distorted with extreme shock.

Su Xiaowan held the gem in her palm, but didn't hand it over. Instead, she dangled it playfully before Lin Wanxing's eyes, like an interesting toy. "Senpai," she tilted her head, her tone both innocent and cruel, "What if... I took this gem and hid it somewhere you could never find it... what would you do?" Lin Wanxing's pupils contracted sharply, a surge of immense panic and an indescribable excitement seizing her simultaneously! What did her kouhai... what did she want to do?! "No... don't..." she pleaded instinctively, her voice laced with genuine fear. Without the soul gem, she would be forever trapped in these restraints, the consequences unimaginable! "Just kidding," Su Xiaowan suddenly laughed, her smile returning to its previous docile appearance, but a sly glint flickered in her eyes. "How could I do that to you, senpai?" She gently placed the soul gem near Lin Wanxing's hand, which was tied behind her back and could just barely reach the ground. The gem's warm touch transmitted through her fingertips, and that familiar call of power became clear once more. "Senpai," Su Xiaowan stood up, looking down at Lin Wanxing, still bound to the floor. Her voice returned to a calm, yet undeniably authoritative tone, "The choice is yours. Do you want to end all this now, or... shall we play a little longer?" She emphasized the word "play" with deliberate clarity. Having spoken, she no longer looked at Lin Wanxing and turned to walk to the laboratory window, pretending to gaze out at the dark night, leaving Lin Wanxing with a seemingly harmless, yet silently oppressive, silhouette. The choice... is mine? Lin Wanxing felt the warm power emanating from the soul gem at her fingertips, a power sufficient to break free from all restraints and return to "normal" immediately. However, her fingers hesitated, not grasping it firmly. The pain in her body screamed for release, but the beast of desire deep within her soul craved more confinement, more shame, more... of being "disciplined" by this kouhai who knew her secret, and even yearned for her other identity. Su Xiaowan stood with her back to her, her heart pounding like a drum. She too was gambling, betting on how strong senpai's unfathomable, hidden desires truly were. Silence spread through the laboratory, only the steady pulse of the soul gem's light filling the void. Lin Wanxing closed her eyes, images flashing through her mind: Su Xiaowan's sparkling, adoring gaze as she described magical girls, her own current disheveled state, the overwhelming pleasure that had just been delivered to her fingertips... Finally, the finger touching the soul gem... very slowly... released its grip. She did not choose to break free immediately. She chose to succumb. Sensing the subtle yet profoundly significant movement behind her, Su Xiaowan's lips finally couldn't help but curve upwards into a triumphant arc, filled with infinite possibilities. She turned around, walking back towards the beautiful prey she had jointly confined to the floor. "It seems senpai has made her choice." Her voice, in the silent darkness, was exceptionally clear, and exceptionally dangerous. Lin Wanxing merely turned her head, letting out a soft whimper, somewhere between a sob and a laugh, a sound of resignation. *Mmm... I really want... I really want senpai to keep disciplining me...* This mad thought, at this moment, became her sole melody.

Lin Wanxing squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She knew she must look utterly pathetic, all dignity and composure utterly annihilated in front of her junior. "How about..." Su Xiaowan drew out her words, as if genuinely contemplating a solution, "I help senior untie you? So you can take care of it?" A sliver of hope, like a shooting star across the darkness, instantly illuminated Lin Wanxing's heart. She snapped her eyes open, looking at Su Xiaowan, her gaze filled with disbelief and urgent anticipation. "Really... really?" Her voice was dry and hoarse, a cautious confirmation. "Of course..." Su Xiaowan nodded. Just as the flame of hope was about to ignite in Lin Wanxing's heart, her tone abruptly shifted, "...I was kidding." Hope, like fragile glass, was instantly shattered. The light in Lin Wanxing's eyes dimmed, replaced by deeper despair and humiliation. "Senior is my toy now." Su Xiaowan leaned down, gently poking Lin Wanxing's slightly distended lower abdomen with her finger. Feeling the resistance from beneath and the instant stiffening of her senior's body, her smile widened. "Toys aren't supposed to run around freely, are they? Besides, untying and retying would be such a hassle." "You...!" Lin Wanxing trembled with rage, yet couldn't even utter a complete scolding. The sharp ache in her lower abdomen intensified with Su Xiaowan's poke, making it almost unbearable. "However, if senior really can't hold it in..." Su Xiaowan's gaze swept pointedly towards the floor beneath Lin Wanxing, cold, rough, and dusty. "No one else is here anyway, I won't laugh at you." What?! Let her... let her just... on the floor... Lin Wanxing's mind went blank, almost to the point of fainting. This was worse than death! This was utter, complete humiliation! "No... I absolutely won't..." She gritted out the words through clenched teeth, resisting the overwhelming urge with all her might. Her body shook violently from the extreme effort of holding back, sweat pouring from her forehead and temples, mingling with her tears. Her limbs, bound by the ropes, tensed with the exertion, sending a clearer ache through them. "Senior is quite stubborn, isn't she." Su Xiaowan sighed with a hint of mock regret, but her eyes remained keenly interested. She was like a hunter who had found the weakness of her prey, relishing the sight of its futile struggle within the trap. She no longer urged or "helped," but simply squatted to the side, observing Lin Wanxing's reactions with amusement. She watched the beautiful face contort with pain, shame, defiance, and the encroaching despair of collapse. She watched the body, encased in a gorgeous combat suit and red ropes, tremble and writhe with the impact of primal instinct. She listened to the suppressed, tearful whimpers escaping through gritted teeth. Seconds ticked by, each one an eternity of torment for Lin Wanxing. Her endurance had reached its limit, her vision blurring, her consciousness beginning to fray. Her body's defenses were crumbling, the floodwaters at her gates, threatening to breach her last stand at any moment. Just as she felt she was about to completely break down and do the most unbearable thing, the accumulated shame, humiliation, helplessness, and the extreme physical agony finally overwhelmed all her defenses, erupting into a tearful, heart-wrenching plea: "Untie me... hurry and untie me! Please! Junior! Su Xiaowan! I really... I really can't hold it anymore... Waaah—!" She no longer cared about her pride, her status, or anything else. She was like a parched person in a desert, finally abandoning all dignity to beg for a single drop of water. Tears gushed out like a broken dam, and she sobbed, her body convulsing, her bound limbs trembling helplessly. This was the first time tonight she had so clearly, so desperately, cried out, "Help me untie." Su Xiaowan was startled by the sudden, collapsing cry. She watched her senior sob, almost unable to breathe, her usually cool and elegant face now completely covered in tears, sweat, and despair, radiating a sense of brokenness. A subtle, almost tender emotion flickered through her mind, extremely briefly.

The sky is about to break?! Lin Wanxing's heart leaped. She had completely lost track of time, never imagining that this long "night feast" was nearing its end. What did daylight mean? It meant the teaching building would soon come alive, and her risk of discovery would increase exponentially! If anyone saw the magical girl "Xuan" bound in this state in the abandoned laboratory... That would be an end more terrifying than death! Panic seized her, making her temporarily forget the fatigue in her body and the pain in her soul. "What should I do... junior... if it gets light..." she stammered, her voice trembling with helplessness. "Don't worry, senior." Su Xiaowan's tone, however, was remarkably calm. She walked to the window, pulled aside a corner of the heavy curtain, and saw that outside was still the deep night. Yet, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of dawn, like the belly of a fish, seemed to be appearing on the eastern horizon. "There's still time." She returned to Lin Wanxing's side, crouched down, and looked at her with burning eyes. "I can help you 'temporarily' break free." "'Temporarily'?" Lin Wanxing latched onto the keyword. "Mhm." Su Xiaowan nodded, shaking the soul gem in her hand. "Use this. I don't understand magic, but just activating its most basic power to let you break free from these physical restraints shouldn't be difficult, right? Just like when you transformed before." Lin Wanxing's heart skipped a beat. Using the soul gem's power to break free... this was indeed her only way out at the moment. But... "But what about after?" Su Xiaowan seemed to read her mind and continued, "After you break free, what are your plans, senior? Will you immediately turn back into the perfect 'Lin Wanxing' and pretend tonight never happened? And then... will we go back to being just ordinary senior and junior?" Her questions came one after another, striking Lin Wanxing's heart like heavy blows. Pretend it never happened? How could that be possible! Tonight's experience had already become the deepest imprint, etched onto her soul and body. And her relationship with Su Xiaowan... could it ever return to what it was? Seeing the complex emotions churning in Lin Wanxing's eyes, Su Xiaowan's lips curved into a meaningful smile. "If that's the case, it would be too boring, wouldn't it?" she said softly. "Besides, are you truly content, senior? After all this effort... you found a way to be so 'happy', you found... me." She leaned closer, her voice a devil's pact, full of temptation, as she whispered into Lin Wanxing's ear: "So, let's make a deal, senior." "A deal?" "Yes." Su Xiaowan's fingertip brushed against the soul gem again, feeling its warmth. "I'll use its power to help you break free now. But you have to promise me that, in the near future, you will... play another 'game' for me." Next time... self-binding? Lin Wanxing's breathing suddenly quickened. She had just managed to get a sliver of respite from this near-disastrous nightmare, and her junior was already planning the next one? "No... I..." she instinctively wanted to refuse. Wasn't tonight's lesson painful enough? Nearly discovered by the familiar, almost losing control of her bladder, her identity exposed, her soul... "Don't be so quick to refuse, senior," Su Xiaowan interrupted, her voice laced with an alluring magic. "Next time, it won't be as 'dangerous' or 'rushed' as tonight. We can choose a safer, more comfortable place. And we'll have more time." Her finger lightly traced the collar around Lin Wanxing's neck. "You should be familiar with the 'temperament' of these props by now, senior, right? Next time, we can play with something more... 'refined'." "And," Su Xiaowan's voice lowered further, carrying a sense of intimacy from sharing a secret, "next time, I'll make better use of this..." She tightened her grip on the soul gem. "...to make the 'connection' between us even tighter, more interesting. I'll learn to 'play' your soul more precisely." "Playing the soul"... the phrase sent a shiver through Lin Wanxing. The bizarre and extreme experience from earlier resurfaced in her mind, bringing a tremor mixed with fear and a hidden desire. "I... I don't know..." Lin Wanxing's voice was filled with struggle. Reason told her she had to refuse, to completely distance herself from this dangerous vortex. But the restless desire stirring deep within her body, and the twisted sense of security that came from being completely seen and controlled by her junior, were pulling her in the opposite direction. Su Xiaowan didn't push. She simply placed the soul gem gently beside Lin Wanxing's bound hands. The warm, blood-like connection instantly became clearer. "You don't need to answer now, senior." Su Xiaowan stood up, stepped back, and seemed to return the choice to Lin Wanxing. "You can take your time to consider. However..." She glanced at the sky, which was gradually brightening. "Time waits for no one, senior. Will you choose to break free now, and perhaps our story ends here? Or... will you accept my 'invitation' and let this unique 'connection' continue?" She laid the dilemma bare before her. Lin Wanxing looked at the soul gem within reach, felt the tightness of every rope on her body, and recalled all the shame, fear, and the few moments of overwhelming pleasure that had pushed her to the brink tonight... Su Xiaowan's words echoed in her mind like a siren's call.

The broken moans echoed in the confined space, intertwining with the frantic thrum of her heart. After a brief void, consciousness slowly returned, like a beach exposed by the receding tide. The first sensation to flood her mind was an overwhelming wave of shame. She had… she had actually reached such an intense, such an uncontrolled state, within the sacred confines of the confessional, bound by her own hand. The annihilating pleasure was like the harshest interrogation, shattering all her pretense and self-deception. She hadn't come to confess; deep down, what she craved was precisely this sinful experience of being utterly conquered by desire, of falling in the holy place. "I… I'm beyond saving…" Her dazed eyes stared blankly at the dim wooden planks above, moisture tracing the corners of her eyes, indistinguishable between sweat and tears of humiliation. Her body was tightly bound, leaving her no ability to even wipe herself. This utter helplessness, paradoxically, felt like a strange comfort, allowing her to surrender all resistance with a clear conscience, to sink into this self-created sensory hell. Yet, the memory of physical pleasure was so vivid. The storm that had just subsided had left a void in every inch of her skin, in every bone, yearning to be filled again. The magic ropes remained steadfast in their duty, their continuous pressure and faint magical stimulation like an unending caress, teasing her already highly aroused nerves. Especially the rope between her thighs, even when she was still, it felt like a living entity with a will of its own, deeply embedded in her most private core, radiating an undeniable, burning presence, reminding her how wet and eager that place was. Just as shame and desire waged a fierce battle, her body involuntarily squirmed slightly, seeking more solace from the subtle friction within the tight bindings, when her gaze inadvertently swept over her seemingly ordinary canvas backpack lying in the corner. The zipper of the backpack was not fully closed. As she had frantically searched for ropes and shackles earlier, some items had spilled out, scattering around the edge of the bag. And within that small pile of miscellaneous items, the outline of an object suddenly seized her attention. It was… an object of peculiar design. It was about the length of an adult man's palm, its entire surface possessing a dark, almost ancient metallic sheen, yet it was neither gold nor iron, its texture unknown. Its main body was a small, antique-styled cross, with simple lines and rounded edges. One could even vaguely discern faint, etched patterns on it, exuding a restrained solemnity unique to religious relics. However, in absolute defiance of this solemnity, an slightly enlarged cylindrical structure extended from one end of the cross. The shape and proportion of this structure unmistakably pointed to a purely, carnal purpose. And at the bottom of the cross was connected a thin, soft black cable, also of unknown material, with a small control unit featuring a faint indicator light at the other end. This was, unmistakably… a cross-shaped vibrator! Lin Wanxing's pupils contracted sharply, her breath almost ceasing at that moment. She remembered. This was a "trophy" she had found not long ago on a dusty altar while clearing out a low-level witch's lair. At the time, it was mixed with a pile of genuine magical materials radiating evil energy. She had thought it was some kind of special holy symbol or magic conductor, and had casually stuffed it into her bag. Later, she had been troubled by various matters and had almost forgotten about it. Now, in this confessional filled with desire, in this sensitive moment when her body was tightly bound by red ropes and had just experienced extreme pleasure, this object, combining sacred symbolism with profane function, seemed to have been infused with some kind of wicked vitality, emitting an irresistible, decadent glow. "No… I can't…" A faint voice of reason echoed from the depths of her mind, "That's… that's blasphemy…" However, this voice was drowned out in the next second by the surging torrent within her body, craving deeper filling and stimulation. Blasphemy? Her current posture, the climax she had just reached here, which of these was not a blasphemy against this sacred space? Since she had already fallen this far, why not… go further? The cross shape seemed like a silent mockery, or perhaps the most precise temptation. In a church confessional, using a cross-shaped sex toy… the very thought carried a sense of transgression that acted like the strongest aphrodisiac, making her recently calmed blood boil again. Her body reacted before her will. A stream of heat surged uncontrollably from her lower abdomen, making the area pressed by the thigh rope even more slick and sensitive. The fingers of her hands, bound behind her back, involuntarily curled, as if she could already imagine the thrilling sensation of that cold, religiously solemn object entering her body. "Just… just looking…" she made excuses for herself, her voice hoarse and trembling. With great difficulty, like a clumsy insect, she used the residual strength in her waist and hips to move extremely slowly across the floor. Each movement pulled at the ropes all over her body, bringing waves of dizzying pleasure, especially the friction of the thigh rope, which almost pushed her to the brink of losing consciousness again. The short distance felt like a long journey of torture and reward intertwined. By the time she finally crawled, panting, to the backpack, her body was once again covered in fine beads of sweat, her eyes so moist they seemed about to drip. She lay on her side, her cheek pressed against the cold floor, her gaze fixed intently on the cross-shaped vibrator peeking out of the backpack. It lay there quietly, yet possessed a magnetic power that drew all her attention. The problem now was how to get it, and how to use it. Her hands were bound behind her back, fixed securely in a high "reverse-Buddha" position, making it impossible to move them to the front. Her legs were also tightly bound together, rendering them useless. The only parts of her body that seemed relatively free to move were… her head and neck. An extremely bold, extremely shameful thought flashed through her mind like lightning. She took a deep breath, as if making a decision. She lowered her head, brought her face close to the opening of the backpack, and then, with her teeth, carefully bit down on the thin, soft black cable connected to the vibrator. The cable carried a faint scent of mixed plastic and metal. Gently, little by little, like a small animal stealing food, she dragged the vibrator and its control unit out of the backpack. The process was fraught with difficulty; the cable slipped from her teeth several times, forcing her to try again and again, her breath misting the cold control unit. Finally, the heavy, cool-to-the-touch cross body landed on the floor beside her face. Its dark metallic sheen gleamed faintly in the dim light, and the cylindrical structure at the tip seemed to beckon silently. Next came the most crucial, and most blush-inducing step – how to get it to where it belonged. She adjusted her position, trying to curl her bound legs slightly upwards. This action immediately amplified the presence of the thigh rope, eliciting a suppressed groan from her. Using the strength of her waist and hips, she struggled to roll her body into a semi-side, semi-supine position with her legs slightly parted. During this process, the ropes all over her body tightened in protest, bringing continuous waves of pleasurable stimulation. Sweat trickled down her temples, dripping onto the floor, and onto the cold cross. She panted, but her eyes were unusually bright, filled with a desperate, decadent resolve. She lowered her head again, biting down on the small control unit with her teeth. It was not large, fitting just within her lips and teeth. She fumbled blindly, using her tongue to feel for the buttons.