A female president who is bound by an intern's latex all-over and disguise.

Then she pulled out a medium-sized wireless jumper, a pair of specially made, sound-isolating earplugs with soft padding on the inside to completely block out sound, but with tiny holes left on the outside that she could remotely control to open and close, and a black blindfold that completely blocked out the light. 　　With these things in hand, Huai Jia Nan retraced her steps back in front of Qin Xinlu. Qin Xinlu was kneeling on the ground, her mouth stuffed with stockings, looking at these things that were about to wrap around her, her eyes showed fear, but deeper down, they were almost overflowing with anticipation and excitement. Her body trembled slightly, not knowing if it was because of the cold, or because of the excitement. 　　"Stand up." Wyjarnan ordered. 　　Qin Xinlu stood up as she was told, her legs still a little weak. 　　"Strip off your clothes by yourself, all of them." Huai Jia Nan's tone did not have the slightest ripple, as if she was ordering something that was no more than normal. 　　Under Huai Jia Nan's gaze, Qin Xinlu began to take off the clothes on her body one by one. Suit jackets, shirts, bustier skirts, underwear ...... Every piece of clothing that fell made her feel like she was stripping away a protective shell. Until finally, she stood naked on the cold floor of the office, the morning light without hindrance caressing her white delicate, curved and moving carcass. Plump and firm peaks, slender waist, rounded hip line, slender legs ...... This body, which is enough to make any man obsessed, is now trembling slightly from the cold and shame, exposed to the scrutiny of another young woman. 　　Huai Jia Nan picked up that jumping egg and flipped the switch, a slight buzzing sound resounded in the silent office. She signaled Qin Xinlu to spread her legs. 　　Qin Xinlu obediently did as she was told. The tip of the cold jumping egg was dabbed with some lubricant before it was slowly and firmly pushed into the deepest part of her body by Huai Jia Nan. The sensation of a foreign object invading her made her grunt, but because of the stockings in her mouth, she could only let out a muffled "whimper". After the jumper was in place, the constant, subtle vibrations coming from inside her body, like a restless seed, began to ruffle her nerves. 　　But it wasn't enough. 　　Wyjarnan's gaze was like substance, slowly sweeping over every inch of her body with admiration and even more ownership-like scrutiny. She picked up the first cold black latex garment. 　　The process was slow and ritualistic. The inside of the latex garment was pre-coated with enough lubricating powder, but the cold, slippery, and tight touch on first contact with her skin still gave Qin Xinlu goosebumps. She cooperatively raised her arms and stretched out her legs, letting Huai Jia Nan help her to put on this "second skin", which represented absolute bondage and submission, little by little. 　　The latex garment seemed like a living thing, starting from the tip of her foot, wrapping tightly and seamlessly upwards. It fits the curves of her calves, the fullness of her thighs, the shape of her hipbones, and then covers her waist and abdomen, making her waistline even more slender. Upwards, it wrapped around her full breasts, the tension of the latex molding them into a more erect, inviting shape, the buds at the top clearly visible under the pressure of the latex. Then came the arms, from fingertips to shoulders, every inch covered in smooth black. 　　When finally the zipper behind her back was slowly pulled up by Huai Jia Nan until it reached her neck, an unprecedented sense of wrapping instantly descended. Qin Xinlu felt as if she was completely imprisoned by a warm, tight, invisible hug. The latex garment fit every curve of her body perfectly, without a single extra space. It pressed against her skin, restricting the subtle movements of her muscles, making the bondage clearly felt with every movement she made. Breathing seemed to become necessary a little harder, the rise and fall of her chest clearly outlined by the latex garment. 　　She looked down and saw nothing but a smooth, reflective blackness before her. Her entire body, with the exception of her head, had been completely consumed by the dark material, turning it into a carefully wrapped "object" awaiting further processing. 　　Huai Jia Nan picked up the special soundproof earplugs. There was a control hole on the outside of the earplugs, so that the person with the earplugs could hear the outside world at any time through remote control, or completely shut out the sound. Inside the earplugs was soft, slow-rebound memory foam, which could perfectly fit the ear and isolate all sounds. 　　She placed the earplugs in Qin Xinlu's ears, and instantly, the outside world's sounds became extremely distant and blurry, as if they were from another world. She could only hear the sound of her own heavy breathing, the violent beating of her heart, and the amplified reverberation of the tiny buzzing of the jumping egg inside her body. 　　Then came the black blindfold that completely blocked out the light. After the blindfold was covered down and the adjustable strap was pulled tight, Qin Xinlu's world was completely plunged into a pure, boundless darkness. 　　Vision, deprived. 　　Hearing, controlled. 　　Speech, forbidden. 　　Touch, tightly wrapped in latex clothing and co-dominated with the stimulation of the jumper inside. 　　She lost all sense of the outside world, and the only thing she could clearly feel was the tight, slippery pressure of the latex wrapped around her entire body, and the constant, anxious and anticipatory vibrations inside her body. She was enclosed in a dark and silent sensory cage completely controlled by Huai Jia Nan.

The violent, high-frequency tremors were like the detonation of a small bomb in the deepest recesses of her body, a shockwave that instantly swept through every inch of her sensitive nerve endings. The pleasure was no longer electric, but turned into a substantial, boiling magma that erupted from that violated core, running wildly up the imprisoned spine and straight to the top of her head, almost lifting her canopy off the ground! 　　 　　A scream, twisted and distorted and blocked by the stockings dead in the depths of her throat, finally broke through Qin Xinlu's best efforts to suppress it, and transformed into a series of blurry, indistinct, but full of extreme excitement and agony whimpers. Her body was no longer taut, but fell into a violent, uncontrollable spasm. 　　The limbs and torso, securely fastened to the interior of the chair, produced violent shudders barely visible to the naked eye, but clearly felt by herself, at the sudden onslaught. Her toes curled and stretched frantically within the confines of the latex restraints, her calf muscles tensed like iron, and her lumbar limbs tried to arch uncontrollably, but were mercilessly suppressed by the sturdy structure of the chair's back and could only be turned into a futile, inwardly constricting burst of violent convulsions. 　　Sweat, copious amounts of it, poured instantly from the pores of her entire body, immediately absorbed by the tightly-wrapped latex garment, but the sweltering, moist, sticky sensation that clung to her like a second skin intensified the out-of-control, on-the-verge-of-collapse sensory experience. Her breathing went completely haywire, turning into sharp, short huffs, her chest felt like it was being clutched in a death grip by an invisible hand, each inhalation becoming incredibly difficult, each exhalation carrying a searing shudder. 　　It s over ...... It s over! To be discovered! This time it must not be possible to hide it! 　　This thought was like the coldest poisonous snake that wrapped around her heart, which was burning with pleasure. She could feel the "chair" where she was because of her body's violent reaction issued a very slight, but does exist "creaking" sound. Director Li beside her must have heard it! He was already suspicious just now! There are other people ...... those executives who are arguing, will they also notice the abnormality here? 　　Panic was like a tsunami, intertwined with that extinguishing sense of pleasure, forming a suffocating, hellish torment. She desperately tried to get a grip on her body, to make the damn shaking stop, but all her efforts seemed so pale in the face of that furious vibration. Her willpower was being physically destroyed, her body's autonomy being completely stripped away by the tiny, jumping egg that was under the control of Huai Jia Nan. 　　"Regarding the risk assessment," Wyjahanan's voice resounded again, still smooth, even with a hint of thoughtful gravity, as if completely unaware of, or oblivious to, the "hidden storm" that she had created and that was occurring not far from her feet. "I think we can not only consider the market variables, but also need to pay attention to ...... internal, uncontrollable factors." 　　Internal, uncontrollable factors! 　　These words were like a poisoned dagger, accurately stabbing into Qin Xinlu's confused consciousness. Was she talking about herself? Is she saying that she, the female president who was dominated by her desires and lost control in the meeting, is the biggest "internal uncontrollable factor"? 　　The feeling of humiliation was like gasoline, poured on the flame of pleasure, burning even more fiercely. She felt like a clown who had been stripped of all her disguises and put naked under the spotlight to be judged, and the only audience and judge was the young girl who seemed to be concentrating on the meeting, but was actually in control of everything. 　　It was then that the frenzied pattern of vibrations changed again. Instead of weakening, it switched from a constant high-frequency tremor to an even trickier, more torturous pattern - irregular, randomly switching pulses of intensity! At times it was like a heavy hammer slamming, causing her body to tremble violently; at times it was like a fine needle prick, bringing continuous acidic numbness; at times it would briefly pause for zero seconds, and in that momentary vacuum, her body's fear of the next shock was amplified to the extreme. 　　This unpredictable torment almost drove Qin Xinlu crazy. Her whimpering had taken on a distinctly sobbing tone, and tears gushed out uncontrollably, quickly soaking the soft lining of the interior of the blackout blindfold. She felt like she was being dismantled, having all her sanity and dignity worn away little by little by the constant, intense stimulation. She was no longer that powerful female president, or even a complete human being, she was just a fragile vessel filled with pleasure, dominated by fear, and swinging wildly on the edge of the abyss of desire. 　　"Director Li, what do you think?" Huai Jia Nan suddenly threw her words at Director Li, who was sitting next to Qin Xinlu. 　　Qin Xinlu's heart almost jumped out of her throat! Don't ask him! Don't let him notice this side! 　　Director Li seemed to freeze for a moment, obviously not expecting Assistant Huai, who was presiding over the meeting, to suddenly ask him by name, someone who was not directly responsible for this project. He pondered for a moment, seemingly organizing his words. And during these few seconds of his musing, the jumping egg inside Qin Xinlu seemed to have seized this opportunity, and another unsuspected, intense pulse struck! 　　"Uh-!" Qin Xinlu tilted her head violently, the back of her head hitting the soft cushion inside the back of the chair heavily, letting out a dull, soft sound. Her body spasmed violently once more, and this time, even the entire chair she was in emitted a slightly more pronounced wobble. 　　Superintendent Lee was really attracted to the situation. He turned his head once again, this time no longer with a puzzled look, but with obvious disbelief, and even reached out his hand and gently pressed the armrests of the chair that Qin Xinlu was disguised as, and then touched the upper edge of the "back of the chair". 　　"Assistant Huai," Director Li frowned and spoke, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, "Isn't there something wrong with this ...... chair? I feel like it ...... is moving? And, it seems like there was a bit of noise just now?" 　　In an instant, Qin Xinlu felt that the air around her had frozen. Although she couldn't see, she could clearly feel that there seemed to be a few gazes projected over with Director Li's words. The voices of the discussion lowered. An invisible, suffocating pressure enveloped her. 　　It's over ...... It's really over this time ...... It's going to be publicly dismantled ...... "The female president of the New Road Group was found disguised as a chair in a meeting and implanted with a Jumping Eggs"...... Once a headline like this got out, she would be doomed!

　Her entire existence was compressed into this latex-bound body, transformed into a chair, and installed with "secret organs". The sound of the outside world came and went like a tidal wave, but it could no longer stir up any ripples belonging to "Qin Xinlu" in her heart. She was just an object, an object that had just gone through the crisis of being "disassembled and overhauled", and was now being remotely monitored and debugged by its owner. 　　Her owner, however, was clearly not satisfied with just maintaining the status quo. 　　Just as the meeting reached a lengthy report on the strategic plan for the next three years, Qin Xinlu felt the jumping egg inside her body begin to change extremely slowly, but could not be ignored. That faint vibration was like a sleeping volcano beginning to awaken, a hint, a wisp of enhanced energy. It wasn't a sudden eruption, but a gradual, long-planned climb. 　　Huai Jia Nan sat in the main seat, her fingers sliding seemingly unintentionally on the tablet, occasionally raising her eyes to the executives who were reporting and asking a question or two that hit the nail on the head. Her expression was focused and professional, and no one could see that in her other hand, hidden under the table, she was holding the remote control that determined the fate of Qin Xinlu's senses, and was quietly tightening the clockwork of her desires with an almost artist's precision and patience. 　　Qin Xinlu tried to resist. She desperately recalled those thoughts that belonged to a female president, trying to use the logic of work, the coldness of numbers to counter the burning heat that was gradually heating up inside her body. She recalled the heated debates of the last board meeting, the thrilling moments of a key merger or acquisition, and the glory of her standing in the limelight at an industry summit ...... 　　However, all of these memories, which used to make her heart pound or her mind freeze, now paled in comparison to the vibrations inside her that continued to intensify and began to change patterns. The vibrations of the vibrating egg were no longer just a monotonous buzz; they began to be interspersed with subtle, whirling grinding sensations, sometimes like a feather scratching, sometimes like a fingertip pressing, teasing her most sensitive clusters of nerves with precision. 　　"Oooh ......" An extremely subtle whimper was deadened deep in her throat. Her toes curled helplessly in the latex restraints and her calf muscles began to tremble slightly. Sweat seeped out uncontrollably once more, soaking the lining of the latex suit and bringing on a sticky, choking sensation. She knew that Wynonna had started to "test" her again. This time, it was no longer about testing the limits of her endurance, but ...... about pushing her to a certain end point. 　　The voice of the reporter echoed in the conference room, and the PPT page turned over one page at a time. Time passed slowly in Qin Xinlu's infinitely stretched senses. The vibrations inside her body were still steadily increasing, the grinding touch becoming clearer and deeper. The pleasurable sensations were no longer scattered currents, but began to converge into streams, spreading and pooling deeper into her belly along her imprisoned spine. 　　She felt a familiar sense of emptiness and thirst rise from within her body, a sign that her body was instinctively seeking release under intense stimulation. However, she could not release, or even react visibly. She had to bear it all like a real, inanimate chair, blocking all the throbbing, all the trembling, all the wetness to death under this layer of cold latex and camouflage. 　　This extreme repression and the escalating stimulation formed a brutal tug-of-war, frantically sapping her mental and physical strength. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and despite her best efforts to control it, the rise and fall of the latex-covered chest became noticeable, thankfully not exposed thanks to the cover of the chair's inner structure. 　　Waikanan seemed to know her reaction like the back of her hand. She would occasionally pause that slowly intensifying process, keeping the vibrations at some relatively stable intensity, granting Qin Xinlu a moment of false respite, as if she were admiring her prey's futile struggles in a trap. Then, again, suddenly and without warning, she would violently push the intensity of the vibrations to a new level, or switch to an even trickier and more unbearable pattern - such as a combination of high-frequency tremors and slow rotations. 　　"Hmm ......!" Qin Xinlu's body bounced violently, and was pulled back to its original position by the dead weight of the restraining straps. A wave of intense pleasure swept over her like a tsunami, causing her eyes to go black and her consciousness to go momentarily blank. She desperately bit down on the stocking in her mouth, her tongue tasting the flavor of the fabric mixed with the two men's scents and a faint hint of saltiness - it was her own sweat or ...... something else. 　　I can't ...... soon ...... can't help it ...... 　　Desperate thoughts began to surface. She knew what Wyjarnan wanted. This silent conditioning in full view of the public and across her countless subordinates needed a result, a humiliating culmination that was manipulated by Huai Jia Nan's own hands and which she could only passively endure. 　　The meeting seemed to be drawing to a close. Huai Jannan began to make her concluding speech, her voice clear, calm, and organized, summarizing the main points of the previous discussion one by one, and clarifying the next course of action. The executives nodded their heads in agreement, and the conference room was filled with an atmosphere of relief that the topic was coming to an end. 　　However, for Qin Xinlu, the real storm had just begun. 　　Just as Huai Jia Nan said the words, "If everyone has no other comments, today's meeting will be ......", the jumping egg inside her body moved! 　　It wasn't a simple enhancement, but ...... a complete reversal of the pattern! All the previously accumulated, suppressed vibrations and grinding sensations, as if at this moment found a cathartic outlet, in an almost furious, irregular, the intensity of the way to reach the peak of the full outbreak!

　　Huai Jia Nan walked back, seemingly holding something in her hand that made a slight, plastic or rubber rubbing rustling sound. She stopped beside Qin Xinlu and did not move immediately, but instead used an admiring gaze to survey the female president who was kneeling at her feet. Even through the blindfold, Qin Xinlu could feel that the gaze was like substance, sweeping over every inch of her black latex-covered skin, with a kind of scrutiny that she was about to undergo some kind of "upgrading and remodeling". 　　"The normal all-inclusive restraint, although it deprives you of your mobility, there is still some insignificant space left, allowing you to still feel the weak struggle of your own muscles." Huai Jia Nan's voice narrated calmly, as if explaining a scientific principle, "And next, Mr. Qin, what you will experience is ...... the true 'second skin', one that strips away the last trace of air and distance from the ...... absolute fit." 　　Qin Xinlu's heart snapped. A true second skin? Stripping away the air? She vaguely realized what was about to happen, and fear, like an icy snake, once again wrapped itself around her mind, which had just become abnormally fragile after experiencing extreme pleasure. 　　Then she felt Waikanan begin to move. A new, cooler and smoother to the touch, and seemingly thinner latex garment, was placed over her toes. Unlike when she wore the latex clothing before, this time, Huai Jia Nan's movements were more meticulous and slower, as if she was treating a highly fragile work of art. This new latex material seemed to be extremely elastic and malleable, and Huai Jia Nan carefully pulled it upwards and covered it little by little, starting from her ankles. 　　This third layer of latex, as if it possessed life, greedily fit the curves of her body that was already wrapped in two layers of latex. It covered her calves, thighs, waist and hips ...... Every inch was tightly wrapped and compressed by this new latex. Qin Xinlu could clearly feel that the extremely tiny gaps that might have existed between this layer of latex and the two layers below were being ruthlessly squeezed and eliminated. An unprecedented, more airtight sense of oppression began to spread from the surface of the body. 　　This, however, was merely preparation. 　　When this third layer of latex completely covered her neck and perfectly dovetailed with the neckline of the two layers below, Huai Jia Nan stopped. Qin Xinlu heard her pick up another object - it was a small, compact device with a hand pump and valve connections, as well as what looked like a special sealing collar. 　　Huai Jia Nan slipped that sealing collar around Qin Xin Lu's neck, which had a soft seal on the inside that fit snugly around the edge of the neckline of her latex suit. Then, she skillfully connected that hand pump connector to an inconspicuous valve on the side of the collar. 　　"Any idea what this is, Mr. Chin?" Huai Jia Nan's voice carried a hint of imperceptible excitement, "This is a pump. Next, I will pump out all the air between this third layer of latex on your body and the two layers below. When the air is pumped out, the atmospheric pressure will deaden this layer of latex on your body, and every curve, every inch of skin, even ...... the most intimate folds, will reach a true zero distance between you and this layer of latex. You will feel that it is no longer a garment that wraps around you, but ...... a binding shell that is truly one with you and cannot be peeled away." 　　Vacuum Restraint! 　　Qin Xinlu's breathing stopped abruptly, and a huge panic overwhelmed her like a tsunami. She had heard of this extremely harsh form of restraint, which was beyond the realm of eroticism, more like an extreme experiment in sensory deprivation and body control! How much pressure would the latex create under the external atmospheric pressure after the air was withdrawn? Would she be unable to breathe? Would there be a lack of blood flow? That all-encompassing, irresistible oppression ...... 　　"Oooh! Oooooooh!" She began to shake her head frantically, a vague, desperate protest escaping her stocking-gagged mouth. She twisted and turned, trying to break free from this impending, even more horrible fate. However, the constraints of the double layer of latex already made it difficult for her to move, and now with the preliminary wrapping of the third layer, her struggles were as weak and futile as an insect caught in amber. 　　"Quiet." Huai Jia Nan's tone chilled, and one hand pressed down hard on her writhing shoulder, "This is your reward and your punishment. A reward for your 'outstanding performance' in the meeting just now, and a punishment for that occasional, impractical thought of rebellion that still pops up deep inside your ...... heart. Accept it, Mr. Qin, this is where you deserve to be." 　　Reward? Punishment? Qin Xinlu could no longer distinguish this twisted logic. She only felt boundless fear. A matching latex headgear, also connected to the extraction line, was slowly put on, sealing and connecting to the collar at her neck. 　　Wyjarnan no longer heeded her protests and began to operate that manual pump. 　　"Hiss ......" 　　A slight but continuous pumping sound rang out, coming through the valve on the collar. Immediately, Qin Xinlu felt a sudden increase in pressure at her neck as the sealed collar tightened around her, ensuring that the interior was isolated from the outside world. Immediately afterward, a strange, creepy feeling began to spread from the surface of her body! 　　She felt the third layer of latex covering her body shrinking and collapsing inward at a slow but determined pace! The parts that were still slightly loose were instantly tightened; the curves that were already tightly fitted were outlined even more extremely. It was as if the latex had come to life, like the palm of an invisible giant hand that was clenching her body a little bit. 　　Pressure, ubiquitous pressure!

　　"Woo......! Oooh-!" With all the remaining strength in her body, she let out a weak, desperate protest, her body creating an almost imperceptible vibration under the vacuum constraints. 　　Wyjarnan clearly sensed her fear, but only gave a light laugh. 　　"Scared? Worried about being seen in this perfect submissive posture of yours?" She squatted down and approached Qin Xinlu's "ear" area covered by the latex headgear, and even though she knew that Qin Xinlu couldn't hear very well, she still said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll lock the door. Moreover, in this vacuum state, you will hardly produce any traces of metabolism, and you will not feel any obvious hunger or thirst....... Of course, a little discomfort is inevitable. What you need to learn is precisely how to remain ...... well, to remain conscious as an 'object' in this absolute stillness and isolation." 　　She paused, her tone becoming more meaningful, "It will be a long placement, Mr. Chin. More than twelve hours from this moment until early tomorrow morning. You will have plenty of time to think, to feel, and to thoroughly comprehend ...... who you really belong to, and, what the proper state of being my possession should be." 　　After saying that, Huai Jia Nan stood up. Qin Xinlu heard the sound of her packing up her things, heard the sound of her checking the doors and windows, and finally, heard her walking towards the conference room door. 　　"Enjoy your alone time, my collection." Huai Jia Nan's final voice came with a hint of teasing and unquestionable possessiveness, "See you tomorrow." 　　Then came the sound of the door being closed. 　　"Click." 　　A soft sound, but in Qin Xinlu's amplified hearing, it was like the loud sound of the end of the universe. 　　Immediately afterward, there was the clear "click" sound of the door lock being unlocked. 　　The entire world completely fell into dead silence. 　　Absolute darkness. 　　Controlled, near-absolute silence. 　　Vacuum latex restraints of absolute oppression. 　　Absolute isolation. 　　As well as, a desperately long time. 　　Qin Xinlu was left alone in the center of the empty, dark conference room, in an extremely humiliating and painful kneeling position, vacuum sealed in latex, waiting for an unknown tomorrow. 　　Time, as if frozen. Every second was as long as a century. She tried to sense the outside world, but could sense nothing. She tried to move, but couldn't even shift millimeters. She tried to think, but fear and this extreme sensory deprivation made thinking fragmented. 　　Only the pervasive pressure reminded her of her own existence, and the sole, brutal reality that she was the "property of Waikanan. 　　The sentence of placement in a vacuum cage had only just begun. The ultimate trial of domination and submission was pushing her to the brink of a breakdown of consciousness and complete taming.

　　The warm stream of water rushed over the latex garment, bringing about a strange touch. Huai Jia Nan personally carried out a simple cleaning for her, his movements were not gentle, but exceptionally careful, as if he was caring for a delicate artifact. Qin Xinlu closed her eyes and let herself be manipulated, her heart was full of humiliation, but there was a twisted sense of reassurance that she was being "taken care of". 　　After cleaning, Huai Jia Nan used a soft towel to absorb the moisture on the surface of the latex garment, and then took out a can of high-grade latex maintenance oil and began to carefully apply it to the surface of the latex garment on Qin Xin Lu's body. The cold grease was warmed up by Huai Jia Nan's palm and spread evenly, making the black latex, which was already glossy and oily, add a few more points of deep and seductive texture. This process carries an almost ritualistic slowness, Huai Jia Nan's fingers crossed every curve of Qin Xinlu's body, from the slender neck, to the full breasts, the slender waist, the rounded buttock petals, and then to the straight legs ...... Every touch makes Qin Xinlu's sensitive body tremble slightly. 　　"Don't move." Huai Jia Nan ordered, his tone flat, but with absolute authority. 　　Qin Xinlu immediately froze, even her breathing softened. 　　The maintenance was completed, and the black latex garment seemed to have gained a new life, glowing with a dark and tantalizing luster under the light, outlining Qin Xinlu's figure more and more thrillingly. 　　Huai Jia Nan did not stop there. She turned around and took out the familiar wireless jumper egg from her equipment bag, flipped the switch, and a subtle buzzing sound resounded in the silent rest room. Qin Xinlu's body subconsciously tensed up, her eyes following that small, but sufficiently dominant artifact that dominated her senses, revealing a complex look that mixed fear with hidden anticipation. 　　"Spread your legs." Huai Jia Nan's tone was not to be questioned. 　　Qin Xinlu obediently did as she was told, relying on Huai Jia Nan's support to just barely stand still. The tip of the cold jumping egg was dipped in lubricant, and was then slowly but firmly pushed into the deepest part of her body by Huai Jia Nan. The familiar sensation of a foreign object filling her body and the subtle vibrations that came instantly caused a muffled grunt filtered through the gagging device to spill from her throat. The persistent, subtle humming of the jumper in place seared into the underbelly of her senses like a background tone, reminding her that even under a new round of camouflage, her innermost core of senses remained firmly in her grasp. 　　Huai Jia Nan adjusted the remote control, and the vibration pattern of the vibrating egg silently switched from a constant low chirp to a burst of intermittent, stronger pulses. Qin Xinlu's body then shuddered violently, and her legs went weak, almost hanging onto Huai Jia Nan. 　　"Can't take it anymore?" Huai Jia Nan laughed softly, temporarily turning the vibration back to mild mode, "This is just the beginning, Mr. Qin. Let it stay with you, a constant reminder of what to stay in for the rest of your journey." 　　Then, Huai Jia Nan took out her new equipment. 　　The first was a gagging prop. 　　Huai Jia Nan's movements were meticulous and focused, as if she was completing the final process of a work of art. She picked up a special latex gag, the shape of which was precisely designed to perfectly fit the internal structure of the mouth without causing excessive discomfort. The surface of the gag was covered with soft medical silicone, with a tiny ventilation hole in the center to ensure basic breathing needs, but it was impossible to make a clear sound. 　　"Open your mouth." Huai Jia Nan's voice was undeniable. 　　Qin Xinlu trembled and slightly opened her mouth, and the cold, soft gag was slowly pushed in, tightly filling her mouth. Her tongue was pressed underneath, and she could only make extremely vague "whimpering" sounds. A sense of complete speechlessness enveloped her, as if the last bit of her right to express herself had been stripped away. 　　Then a latex turtleneck liner, also black but seemingly made of a slightly different material, wrapped tightly around her neck and down to her jaw, perfectly bridging the neckline of the latex bodysuit and ensuring that no skin was exposed. 　　Then came the centerpiece of today's disguise - a highly simulated silicone hood. 　　When the headgear was held in Huai Jia Nan's hands, Qin Xinlu's pupils contracted violently. 　　That headgear ...... was clearly her own face! 　　The contours of her features, the texture of her skin, and even the subtle lines of her expression were all imitated perfectly, almost unrecognizable from her usual face! Only, this "face" on the expression is fixed, with a slightly stiff, almost indifferent calm, lack of real skin vivid sense and eye movement. 　　"Like it?" Huai Jia Nan noticed her gaze, and the corner of his lips curled up into a teasing arc, "I purposely found someone to customize it, using the data from the high-definition photos of your last annual meeting. Wearing it, you are 'Qin Xinlu', yet not 'Qin Xinlu'."

　"Mr. Qin is ...... in a good mood today?" An employee muttered in a low voice and was pulled away by his companion. 　　Qin Xinlu heard it for real, and was so ashamed that she almost burned up. In a good mood? She clearly could not help herself! 　　What tormented her even more was the jumping egg inside her. Huai Jia Nan seemed to hold the remote control in her hands as if she was playing with an interesting toy. As they waited in line to get their meals, there seemed to be a little bit of congestion ahead of them and the line stalled. 　　It was during this moment of stagnation that Huai Jia Nan's finger seemed to move unintentionally. 　　Buzz-- 　　The vibration of the jumper egg rose a level without warning, turning from a low chirping in the background to a clearly palpable and continuous tremor. 　　Qin Xinlu's body stiffened violently, and she almost directly went limp. She bit the gag dead center to prevent herself from making a sound. Sweat instantly seeped out from the corners of her forehead, and luckily, it was absorbed by the headgear and wig so that it didn't slip off. She felt her cheeks burn amazingly hot under the latex. 　　"Hang in there, Mr. Qin." Huai Jia Nan's voice was like a demonic whisper, ringing in her ears, "This is just to keep you awake, don't forget where you are and who owns you." 　　The vibrations continued, not fast, but abrasive enough. Qin Xinlu was forced to struggle to maintain a standing position in this slow-moving procession while fighting the tingling sensation that was building up inside her body. She felt her legs trembling and her belly tightening as a familiar feeling of emptiness and thirst was once again aroused. She tried desperately to distract herself, to count the number of other people in front of her, to look at the electronic screen of menus above the window, but all her efforts paled in the face of that constant tremor. 　　The line moved slowly. Finally it was their turn. 　　The auntie who was serving the food obviously recognized the face that often appeared on the cover of the group's internal news and financial reports, and appeared to be extraordinarily enthusiastic and nervous: ''General Manager Qin! What would you like to eat? Today's sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed sea bass are both fresh!" 　　Qin Xinlu opened her mouth, but could only make a vague "mmm ...... mmm ......" sound. The gagging device had completely deprived her of the ability to order food. The great embarrassment and shame made her freeze in place, not knowing what to do. 　　Huai Jia Nan once again saved the day with aplomb. She stepped forward and smiled as she said to the meal-ordering aunt, "Auntie, Mr. Qin's throat isn't feeling too well, and the doctor instructed to talk less. Let me order for her." She fluently reported the names of several dishes, which sounded nutritionally balanced and well-matched, perfectly fitting the identity of a health-conscious female president. 　　"Okay okay! Assistant Huai is so sweet!" The rice-beating aunt hurriedly agreed and began to beat the dishes with nimble hands and feet. 　　Qin Xinlu stood by the side, like an exquisite doll that had been programmed, silently "playing" Qin Xinlu. She watched as Huai Jia Nan communicated with the cafeteria staff on her behalf, watched as she skillfully swiped her own exclusive card to pay, and watched as she lifted up the plates filled with food....... Throughout the entire process, she was like a redundant ornament, an object unable to express even its most basic needs on its own. 　　This complete "representation" makes her feel a sense of powerlessness deep in her bones. Her existence, her will, at this moment is completely defined and executed by Huai Jia Nan. 　　Huai JIANNan placed the dinner plate on the tray and picked it up with one hand, while the other hand once again supported Qin Xinlu. "Let's go, Mr. Qin, let's find a seat." 　　The process of leaving the lunch window and finding a seat was equally an ordeal. The cafeteria was packed during the lunch rush and empty seats were hard to find. Huai Jia Nan supported her as she navigated through the dense tables, chairs and crowds. Qin Xinlu had to be extremely careful to avoid bumping into others or being bumped into by others. Every time she brushed shoulders with an unfamiliar employee, she was terrified that the other party would notice the abnormal state of her limbs underneath her trench coat or the abnormal slight tremor inside her body. 　　The jumping egg inside her body was still vibrating continuously, and Huai Jia Nan didn't seem to have the intention of turning it down, as if he was enjoying watching her trying her hardest to hold back her body's reaction in such a public place. 　　Finally, in a relatively corner location in the cafeteria, but still within the line of sight of the crowd, Huai Jia Nan found an empty seat for two. 　　"This is it." Huai Jia Nan said, putting the tray down, then supporting Qin Xinlu and making her sit down slowly. 　　The action of sitting down, which was simple enough for normal people, was exceptionally difficult for Qin Xinlu. With her arms clipped behind her back, she was unable to use her hands to support or adjust her posture, and could only rely entirely on her waist and leg strength and Huai Jiannan's support to sit stiffly and straight down. The leg-binding latex sleeve restricted the bending angle of her knees, making her sitting posture unusually upright, even a little backward, all relying on the back of the chair for support. 　　When her buttocks finally came into contact with the cold plastic chair surface, Qin Xinlu was almost deflated. Simply walking here and sitting down had already exhausted all of her strength. She panted slightly, feeling the stickiness brought on by the sweat soaking through her latex clothing, as well as the anxiety-inducing vibrations inside her body that still refused to stop. 　　Waikanan sat down across from her, her posture elegant and composed. She picked up her chopsticks, looked at the food on the plate, and then looked at the opposite side of the sunglasses, lips pursed, as stiff as a statue, "Qin Xinlu", the corner of her mouth hooked up a meaningful smile. 　　"Well, Mr. Qin," Huai Jia Nan's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Qin Xin Lu's ears, "Next, it's lunch time. What do you think, in this situation, how should we eat?"

　At the same time, Huai Jia Nan's hand holding Qin Xinlu tightened several times unnoticeably, and his fingertips pinched hard into the soft flesh of Qin Xinlu's upper arm through the trench coat and latex jacket. At the same time-- 　　Buzz--!!! 　　The jumping egg inside Qin Xinlu's body activated without warning and furiously! It was no longer in any of the previous modes, but directly jumped up to the highest intensity ever seen, an almost destructive, constant and violent tremor, as if a bomb had been detonated in the deepest part of her body! 　　"Ooohhhhhh-!!!" 　　A short scream that was deadened by the gagging device, yet still twisted and distorted, filled with extreme pain and excitement, finally broke through Qin Xinlu's throat! Her body violently bounced upwards as if she had been hit by high voltage electricity, and then fell back down heavily due to Huai Jia Nan's vice-like grip and the restraints behind her back, and then fell into uncontrollable, violent spasms! 　　The excitement this time was far more violent and brutal than any time before! Wyjarnan had obviously used the highest gear of the remote control, with an unrelenting sense of punishment. The pleasure was no longer a wave of delight, but turned into a tearing pain and extreme sensory overload, instantly destroying all her rational defenses and physiological control like a tsunami! 　　Sweat gushed out like a waterfall, instantly drenching her completely. Tears, snot, and drool gushed out uncontrollably in a single, wretched gush. Legs frantically rubbed and tensed inside the leg-cinching latex sleeve, toes curled to the limit. Her belly convulsed violently, and a hot stream accompanied by strong muscle contractions surged out uncontrollably, soaking through the latex garment in the most secret area, bringing about an incontinence-like feeling of extreme shame and emptiness. 　　She was like a dying fish thrown on the chopping board, struggling and collapsing silently but violently under the "support" of Huai Jia Nan. All of her pretenses, all of her insistence, were completely shattered at this moment by this sudden, internal, cruel punishment! 　　This horrifying scene completely stunned Lin Wei! 　　She watched as "Mr. Qin" suddenly convulsed in front of her, his throat emitting a painful whimper that did not sound like a human voice, and his entire body going limp like a sudden attack of a malady, relying on Huai Jia Nan to hold on to him so that he didn't fall to the ground. 　　That special odor, which was originally just a suspicion, became unprecedentedly strong and clear at this moment because of Qin Xinlu's violent physiological reaction and the secretion of a large amount of sweat and other bodily fluids! Lin Wei could even smell a hint of ...... unspeakable, musky, representing extreme excitement or incontinence mixed in with that! 　　This is by no means a simple "heat stroke" or "throat infection"! 　　Lin Wei's face instantly turned pale. She looked at Huai Jia Nan holding the twitching "Mr. Qin" tightly, looked at "Mr. Qin's" completely out of control, abnormal physiological reaction, and then looked at Huai Jia Nan's seemingly anxious, but deep in the bottom of her eyes there was an ice-cold calm look... ...an even more horrible and unbelievable speculation drilled into her mind like a poisonous snake. 　　Could it be that ...... Mr. Qin was controlled by Assistant Huai ......? Or even ...... drugged? Or some kind of ...... unspeakable means? 　　This idea made her shudder. She did not dare to think further. The sight before her was too shocking, beyond her knowledge and understanding. Should she forcefully intervene immediately and call security and the infirmary? Or ...... to press on for the time being, to avoid spooking the snakes and to investigate in secret? 　　In a flash of lightning, Lin Wei made a decision. She couldn't take the risk of alerting the snakes at this moment. Moreover, once she was the one who was paranoid and got it wrong, leaving a bad impression in front of General Manager Qin, her career would be ruined. 　　She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shocking waves in her heart, her face quickly regained its usual competence and composure, only that there was an additional imperceptible scrutiny in the depths of her eyes. 　　"I see." Lin Wei sidestepped to get out of the way, her tone becoming businesslike, "Assistant Huai, then you quickly send Mr. Qin back to rest, do you need my help to contact a doctor or prepare anything?" 　　Huai Jia Nan seemed relieved and shook her head in a hurry, laboriously adjusting her posture to better stabilize Qin Xin Lu who was almost hanging on to her, "No need Secretary Lin, there are spare medicines in the office, I can handle it. Please talk to the administration department about the air conditioning in the cafeteria, don't make the other employees uncomfortable again." 　　"Okay, leave it to me." Lin Wei nodded her head, her gaze finally lingering for a moment on the abnormally stiff side of "Mr. Qin's" face, that strong, familiar and eerie odor once again lingering on the tip of her nose. She didn't move to take note of it all. 　　Huai Jia Nan did not say any more, almost half-carrying and half-dragging Qin Xinlu, who was still unconsciously spasming, with a faint ho-ho sound coming from her throat, and moved towards the direction of the cafeteria's exit with a somewhat staggering but unusually firm gait. 　　Lin Wei stood in place, looking at the backs of the two people leaving, especially "Mr. Qin's" pair of legs wrapped in a trench coat, but still can be seen extremely unnatural straight legs, as well as completely relying on the support posture of Huai Jia Nan, her eyebrows tightly locked. It was not until the two figures disappeared around the corner of the cafeteria that she slowly withdrew her gaze, her eyes becoming sharp and deep. 　　"Odor ...... reaction ...... constraint ......" she whispered to herself, the key words swirling in her mind. She recalled the "soft and fragrant" chair in the conference room earlier, and then associated it with all of Mr. Qin's unreasonable silence and rigidity today, as well as Huai JIANAN's nearly all-encompassing control. ...... 　　"It seems that a good investigation is needed." Lin Wei murmured, a trace of icy determination flashing through her eyes.

　　In the large office, the curtains were tightly closed, and only a few wall lamps emitted a dim and soft light, reflecting the luxurious and cold décor. This used to be Qin Xinlu's kingdom where she strategized and gave orders, but now it has become her private cage where she receives "judgment" and "disposition". 　　Huai Jia Nan did not turn on the main light, she held Qin Xin Lu and walked straight to the spacious area in the center of the office. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to release Qin Xinlu from her disguise and constraints, but first placed her in the large, comfortable presidential chair that she had been humiliated to crawl on her knees. 　　The simple action of sitting down was still difficult for Qin Xinlu at this moment. With her arms bound, she was unable to support herself, and could only stiffly allow herself to be manipulated by Huai Jia Nan, like a puppet with rusty joints, being slowly pressed into the chair. The touch of the soft leather on her back contrasted sharply with the sticky tautness of the latex garment, but could not bring the slightest relaxation. 　　Waikanan stood before her, scrutinizing from above. Reaching out, she first removed the sunglasses from Qin Xinlu's face, revealing eyes that appeared hollow and lackluster against the simulated headgear. Then, she began to carefully dismantle the delicate wig and the silicone headgear beneath it. 　　The process was slow and meticulous. As the headgear was slowly peeled away and Qin Xinlu's real head and face were exposed to the dim light, a strange peeling sensation hit her. The long period of confinement had made her real skin somewhat reddened, sweat-dampened hair stuck to the corners of her forehead and cheeks, her eyes were lax, and her pupils were slightly contracted due to the long period of time in the dimness and the sunglasses covering them, making them even more fragile. Compared to the delicate but stiff mask from before, this real face at the moment was written with exhaustion, humiliation and the bewilderment of the aftermath of the robbery. 　　The gag was the last to be removed. When the foreign object that filled her mouth finally left, Qin Xinlu subconsciously opened her mouth, and a dry, hoarse, bellows-like huffing sound was emitted from the depths of her throat. She tried to swallow, but her throat ached as if it had been sandpapered. 　　Huai Jia Nan placed the removed headgear, wig, sunglasses, and gag on the nearby coffee table one by one, as if arranging trophies. Then, her gaze fell back on Qin Xinlu, the eyes were calm and waveless, but carried the power of control to see everything. 　　"How do you feel about today's 'outing experience'? My president." Huai Jia Nan's voice resounded in the silent office without the slightest emotion, as if she was merely inquiring about an ordinary official matter. 　　Qin Xinlu lifted her heavy eyelids with difficulty and looked at Huai Jannan. She wanted to speak, wanted to question, wanted to vent her inner fear and humiliation, but her dry and sore throat and deflated body left her without the strength to even utter a single clear syllable. She could only move her lips slightly and let out a meaningless air sound, her eyes complexly intertwined with fear, resentment, and a trace of dependence deep in her bone marrow that even she herself was unwilling to admit. 　　Waikanan didn't seem to need her answer. She moved around to the back of the chair and began to undo the restraints of the "Backhanded Goddess of Mercy Single Glove". The straps were loosened one by one, and the latex restraints were carefully peeled away. When her arms were finally freed from the humiliating position behind her back, a sharp, piercing pain like a million needles instantly swept over Qin Xinlu's upper body, and she couldn't help but let out a suppressed grunt of pain as her arms fell helplessly, unable to be lifted up at all in a short period of time. 　　Next was the leg girdle latex sleeve. Huai Jia Nan squatted down and skillfully removed it. The moment the legs regained their "freedom", it also brought a strong sense of paralysis and the tingling of blood circulation restoration. Qin Xinlu tried to move her toes a little, but only attracted a small uncontrolled twitch. 　　At this moment, the only thing left on her body was the black latex jumpsuit that had long since been thoroughly soaked in sweat and clung tightly to her skin. The smooth material glowed wetly in the light, outlining the curves of her still thrilling but exhausted body. She was like a shellfish that had been stripped of its hard armor to reveal its soft inner self, naked and vulnerable under Huai Jia Nan's gaze. 　　Huai Jia Nan was in no hurry to help her take off this final bondage. She stood up, walked to the wine cooler on the side, and poured a glass of fresh water, then returned to Qin Xinlu's side and handed the glass of water to her lips. 　　"Drink some water." The order was short and direct. 　　Qin Xinlu hesitated for a moment, but still obediently lowered her head slightly and swallowed the cold liquid in small sips regarding Huai Jia Nan's hand. The clear water slid across her burning throat, bringing a brief hint of relief. She drank slowly and with great difficulty, each swallow tugging at the aches and pains throughout her body. 　　Huai Jia Nan patiently held the cup up until she finished the entire glass of water. 　　Putting down the glass of water, Huai Jia Nan did not leave. She reached out her fingers and gently brushed away the wet hair stuck to Qin Xinlu's cheeks, her movements carrying an almost eerie gentleness. The fingertips traced over her sweaty forehead, flushed cheeks, and finally rested on her slightly trembling lips. 　　"You know what? You actually did pretty well today." Huai Jia Nan's voice lowered, carrying a strange, as if compelling magnetism, "In the elevator, in the face of Chen Mingyuan, dealing with the reporters, and in the end that group photo ...... although there was panic, there was a struggle, but in the end, you chose to obey. Chose to give yourself completely to me to control." 　　Her fingertips gently rubbed Qin Xinlu's lower lip, feeling the soft trembling. 　　"Fear, shame, helplessness ...... all of these emotions are real, but they all ultimately lead to the same result - obedience." Huai Jia Nan's gaze was like a deep pool, firmly locking onto Qin Xin Lu's lax eyes, "You are learning, Mr. Qin. Learning how to let go of that ridiculous pride and self-esteem, learning how to truly and completely belong to me." 　　Qin Xinlu's heart shrunk violently. Huai Jia Nan's words were like a key, accurately prying open a corner of her heart that had been deliberately ignored. Yes, underneath all that extreme fear and shame, in the midst of that one seemingly forced submission, there was indeed a twisted, dark sense of reassurance that was quietly growing-when she gave up thinking, gave up resisting, and handed everything over to Huai JIANNan, that sense of emptiness of not needing to take any responsibility and only passively enduring it was as if it was a deadly poison, making her taste a touch of bizarre sweetness in the midst of her pain.

　　Huai Jia Nan picked up a large jar of special latex maintenance oil and talcum powder. She didn't rush to put on the special latex suit for Qin Xinlu, but first began to meticulously apply the maintenance oil to Qin Xinlu's entire body. The cold grease was slightly warmed in Huai Jia Nan's palm, and then it was evenly and unerringly applied to every inch of Qin Xinlu's skin. From the neck to the collarbone, all the way down along the spinal groove, skimming over the waist socket, covering the full buttock cheeks, and then to the slender legs, even the toe crevices and the inner side of the arms were not spared. 　　The process was slow and ritualistic. With an irresistible force, Huai Jia Nan's fingers roamed over her smooth skin, both as maintenance and more like a thorough marking and possession. Qin Xinlu closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip, enduring the embarrassing touch. The maintenance oil made her skin even more slippery, and also made the subsequent process of putting on the latex garment even smoother and tighter. 　　After applying the maintenance oil, Huai Jia Nan carefully poured on talcum powder to absorb the excess oil and make the surface of her skin dry. It was only after these preparations that she finally picked up the special latex garment. 　　Upon first contact, the cold, thick, latex with a strong rubbery odor plastered on the skin coated with maintenance oil still made Qin Xinlu shiver. Huai Jianan's movements were skillful and orderly as she helped Qin Xinlu slip her feet into the legs of the one-piece, and then began to pull upward in a slow, unwavering manner. 　　The process was more laborious than in a regular latex suit. The thickened material brought a stronger sense of compression, and starting from the tips of the feet, the tight, suffocating feeling of wrapping once again descended. Like a living thing, the latex garment greedily devoured her ankles, calves, knees, thighs ...... When the material covered over her waist and hips and reached her most intimate parts, Huai Jia Nan stopped. 　　She signaled Qin Xinlu to spread her legs apart, then carefully adjusted the zipper structure in that particular area. The cold metal zipper head brushed against the most sensitive skin, bringing about a shiver of wariness. Huai Jia Nan did not pull it open, just making sure that its position was absolutely precise and fit perfectly with the curves of Qin Xinlu's body. Then, she continued to pull upward on the latex garment. 　　The garment covered over the flat belly, then the ribs, and finally the breasts. At the twin peaks, Huai Jia Nan stopped again and carefully aligned the two round zipper openings with seals to the top of Qin Xinlu's chest. The soft seals pressed against the delicate buds, bringing about a strange, focus-marked sense of shame. 　　When the latex garment completely covered her torso, Huai Jia Nan helped Qin Xinlu slip her arms through the cuffs. The sleeve tubes extended all the way down to her fingertips, completely wrapping her slender fingers as well, leaving only a small area of her palm relatively loose, but with mobility drastically reduced. Finally, the long zipper behind her back was slowly pulled up by Huai Jia Nan, from her tailbone all the way to the end of her neck. 　　"With a soft click, the zipper reached the end. 　　Instantly, an unprecedented, all-encompassing tightness gripped Qin Xinlu. The thickened latex garment was like a steel shackle customized for her, closely and seamlessly fitting every curve of her body. Breathing became a deeper effort required, and the rise and fall of her chest was clearly outlined. The presence of this heavy bondage was felt in every joint of her body, in every slight contraction of her muscles. A deep sense of powerlessness arose as the palms of the hands and feet were completely encased, losing the ability to directly touch the outside world. 　　When the last bit of the zipper was pulled together into place, Qin Xinlu had been completely engulfed by this special black latex suit. The thickened material brought a far more oppressive feeling, like a second layer of metal skeleton, fixing every undulation of her body to death. The dark luster of the latex flowed over her body, making her look less like a living person and more like a black sculpture with carefully polished, smooth but cold and unfeeling lines, or a high-class doll waiting to be fitted with its core components. 　　The buds on her breasts and the intimate places between her legs were precisely framed and emphasized by the zippered interface with its seal, as if marked for use, full of the humiliation of a non-character. The whole body was so tightly wrapped that even the fingertips could not move freely, leaving only the difficult rise and fall of the chest as she breathed, and the pair of frightened and helpless eyes reflecting through the latex, with a trace of belonging to a "human being" remaining. 　　Huai Jia Nan took two steps back, arms wrapped around her chest, her eyes like a connoisseur roaming over Qin Xin Lu's latex-covered body. The corner of her mouth hooked up with an almost cruel arc of satisfaction, her voice carrying undisguised teasing and control: "Look, how perfect it is now. This 'skin' is only worthy of you, my president. It has tightly suppressed all of your ...... excess emotions and undeserved resistance. Look at this breast shape and hip line, strung out even more, and here ......" her fingertips spaced out and pointed at the zipper interfaces on Qin Xinlu's chest and between her legs, "these lovely little doors, ready to open for the show. You look now like a high-class toy built specifically to be used and displayed, much more real than that 'Mr. Qin' ...... who sits in his office and gives orders." 　　Qin Xinlu froze in place, the cold latex like a second layer of bones, pressing all her wariness and shame to death beneath that smooth, inhuman surface. Every comment from Huai Jia Nan was like a poisoned needle, accurately stabbing into her self-esteem, which was already full of holes. She looked into the intern's eyes as if she were surveying a customized work of art, and felt the last vestiges of her humanity melting away. Her breasts and hips, outlined in latex, and her private parts, marked by special zippers, as if they were ready to be used, all announced that she had been reduced to an object to be examined and defined. 　　She wanted to shake her head, wanted to curl up, wanted to make a little protesting sound, but the thickened latex clothing and the remaining sense of emptiness in her body made her unable to do even a tiny bit of resistance, and she could only let out an inaudible, suppressed whimper from the depths of her throat, just like a trapped animal that had been stripped of its sharp claws and fangs, and in front of the absolute controller, all that was left was the soundless, desperate trembling. 　　Huai Jia Nan was obviously satisfied with her appearance of being unable to show her emotions, and with a light laugh, he turned towards the locker full of "props", his tone brisk and cruel: "This is just the beginning, my president. Next, we'll load you up with some ...... gadgets that will allow you to 'interact'. You'll be thankful for the perfect restraint you're in now when you're stuffed into that 'undefeatable witch' - after all, you don't even have the right to fall over when you're being pushed around in plain sight." 　　Wyjarnan turned towards the depths of the locker, where the cold outlines of various props could be seen, and where the next, even more sophisticated and brutal, "commissioning" was quietly awaiting all of her belongings.

　She began by picking up the bottom half of the straitjacket - it was a pair of pants with a fully molded construction from waist to toe. Unlike ordinary latex pants, it had a completely hollow boot-shaped interior, with air pressure locking clasps at the ankles, embedded supports at the calf-belly position, and lined air pockets to prevent chafing on the inner thighs. Huai Jia Nan held the opening open to its limit and signaled Qin Xin Lu to stick her left leg in. 　　Qin Xinlu held onto the workbench and shivered as she poked her foot in. When her toes touched the bottom of the boot type, a strong suction force came from the inside - that was the pre-evacuation system in operation, ensuring that no air would be left behind during the wearing process. She felt a strong tug on the ball of her foot, and each of her five toes was embedded in separate finger cuffs, followed by her calf, knee, and thigh ...... Every inch of skin was relentlessly compressed and fitted under the dual action of vacuum and latex. 　　"Right foot." Wyjarnan's voice was devoid of ebb and flow. 　　The same process was repeated on the right side. By the time both legs were completely engulfed, Qin Xinlu already felt that her legs were no longer her own. The compression of the latex reached 15 centimeters above her knees, her thigh muscles were squeezed into tight columns, her knees couldn't bend more than 5 degrees, and her ankles were fixed at a straight angle. She tried to move, but all she could do was to make the squeaking sound of latex rubbing together, like a broken robot. 　　Next came the torso. It was a one-piece structure that ran from the pubic bone to the shoulders and neck, with openings in the back for hydraulic seals. Wyjahanan slipped the latex garment down over her head, pulling it downward as slowly and firmly as if she were putting a doll's birthday suit on. When the latex covered the waist and abdomen, the real torture began. 　　The three layers of girdle compression straps come into play. The first layer was an ordinary compression design, compressing Qin Xinlu's waist from the original 65 centimeters to 58 centimeters; the second layer was a pneumatic girdle, Huai Jia Nan began to inflate the girdle through a manual pump, and with every press, Qin Xinlu felt her ribs collapsing inward, the air in her lungs being forced out, and her breathing instantly turned into short gasps. Sweat began to conduct electricity under the action of the conductive paste, and the weak electric current stimulated the pressed skin, bringing a fine numbing pain. 　　"No ...... Can't breathe ......" Qin Xinlu's face rose to a purple color. 　　"The third layer hasn't been activated yet." Huai Jia Nan indifferently continued to press the air pump, "It's now 55 centimeters." 　　The third layer was an electric harness, linked to the sensor. When Huai Jia Nan turned the power on, the harness automatically tightened to the preset pressure - 50 centimeters. Qin Xinlu's ribs let out an unbearable groan, and she was forced to adopt shallow chest breathing, each inhalation only allowing her chest to lift by less than a centimeter. Even more terrifying was the fact that the girdle was pressing down on her stomach and intestines, allowing the presence of the three pillars in her body to be infinitely magnified. She felt that her uterus was pushed to its limit by the front column, her rectum was stretched to the edge of possible tearing at any time by the rear column, and the thin tube inside her urethra was like a steel needle stuck in the bladder wall under the pressure of the girdle. 　　"Perfect." Wyjarnan checked the sensor readings, "Even pressure distribution, no dead spots." 　　Next came the sealing of the arms. The cuff was a double-layer structure, the inner layer was 0.8mm latex, and the outer layer was a reinforced layer embedded with carbon fiber tendons. Huai Jia Nan forced Qin Xinlu's right arm straight and stuffed it into the cuff tube. When the latex covered the upper arm, the carbon fiber tendons inside automatically popped open, forming three rings of support, locking the elbow joint in a straightened state. The forearm portion was treated the same way, with the wrist joint held in place by a built-in metal splint, and the finger portion was a fully molded, individual finger sleeve, with each knuckle wrapped so tightly in latex that even the slightest bending couldn't be done. 　　"Left arm." 　　The same procedure was repeated. When both arms were completely sealed, Qin Xinlu's upper body turned into a straight black column. The only thing she could move was the extremely limited rotation of her shoulders, but that would also trigger the butterfly-shaped restraint plates on her shoulders, sending out warning micro-currents. 　　Finally, there was the ultimate neck lockdown. The collar part was only 10 centimeters in height, but there were high pressure airbags and throat compression devices embedded inside. Huai Jia Nan slipped the collar on and the hydraulic seals began to snap together. The sound is not the click of a zipper, but the creak of metal teeth embedded in latex, like a wild animal gnawing on a bone. When the seal was halfway through, Huai Jia Nan started the pre-inflation of the airbag. 　　"Uh--" Qin Xinlu's throat was instantly squeezed, and her vocal cords could barely vibrate. She could feel the carotid artery being compressed, the blood supply to her brain began to be insufficient, and black mist flooded the edges of her vision. 　　"Don't faint." Huai Jia Nan patted her cheek, "It's only 65% of the pressure." 　　The collar was eventually sealed completely. Wyjalu's neck was compressed into a slim black column and her head was forced to remain in an absolutely straight position. She could no longer look down, could not turn her head, and even swallowing triggered a slight electric shock from the compression device in her throat. Her breathing became an extremely light draw from her nose, each inhalation pushing the limits of what the collar would allow. 　　The moment the hydraulic seal completely bites, the entire sensor network inside the straitjacket is activated. Qin Xinlu heard an extremely subtle "beep" sound coming from within her body, which was the signal of dozens of nodes coming online at the same time. Then, she felt a faint electric current begin to flow through the conductive cream, from her collarbone to her pubic bone, from her shoulder blades to the soles of her feet, every inch of her skin that had been coated with it was experiencing a continuous, low-intensity electrical stimulation. The current wouldn't cause harm, but it was enough to keep her nerves highly sensitive, and any touch was amplified several times over. 　　Huai Jia Nan took three steps back and turned on all the lights in the workroom. Under the bright light, Qin Xinlu's appearance at the moment was completely exposed - she no longer looked like a human being, but a living sculpture cast in black latex. 0.8 millimeters thick, all the curves of her body had been forcibly smoothed out, and instead took on a mechanized, geometric contour. Her breasts were forced forward by the suction of the breast extractor, but the compression of the latex made that forwardness stiff and strange; the triple girdle around her waist and abdomen compressed her torso into the most extreme form of an hourglass, with the contours of her ribs hidden under the latex; her legs were molded into straight columns, with the joints of her knees and ankles disappearing in favor of a smooth but cold streamline shape. 　　Her arms were close to the sides of her body, like steel bars that had been poured into cement. The finger sections took on a grotesque claw-like shape, as the separate encapsulation of the knuckles prevented each finger from touching the neighboring knuckles. The black column of her neck magnified the isolation of her head indefinitely as she was forced to look straight ahead, her eyes lax from lack of oxygen and pressure. 　　Even more horrifying were the external devices. The two transparent breast-squeezing cups on her chest were lined with black latex like two eerie white flowers blooming on a steel ruin, the pink tissue inside continuing to swell under the negative pressure, a harsh contrast to the coldness of the outside. The hose connecting the breast-squeezing cups ran along the seam of the waist-side girdle, held in place at the hip by metal clips. The chastity belt's wires ran through a pre-drilled hole in the latex above the pubic bone and were connected in parallel with the breast press's control unit, the indicator light flashing a standby blue light. 　　"Stand up." Wyjana ordered. 　　Qin Xinlu tried to execute it, but the cast structure of her legs prevented her from bending her knees. She could only rely on the strength of her waist and use her stiff legs to "prop up" her body like a fallen pillar. The process took nearly ten seconds, and in the middle of it, she swayed three times due to her unsteady center of gravity, and each time she swayed, she triggered the balance sensors inside the straitjacket, releasing a punishing electric current. The current drilled into the conductive cream, causing her muscles to spasm uncontrollably and emit a dull "mmmmmm" sound. 　　When she finally stood, she found herself in an absolutely straight position, her heels forced ten centimeters off the ground by the heel lift of the latex booties, her entire body weight resting on her toes and the front of her feet. This position instantly stretched the calf muscles to their limits, and lactic acid began to build up like crazy. 　　"Very good, balance test passed." Huai Jia Nan recorded the data on the tablet, "Now, for the final seal."

The most haunting thing was the face of the witch. It was not a fixed naive smile, but a face of beauty so delicate that it was almost demonic. The white skin was realistically textured, and the features were extremely beautifully sculpted - slightly raised eyebrows, long and thick eyelashes on the closed eyelids, a straight nose, and a pair of cherry lips whose corners were slightly upturned with a hint of a mysterious and inexplicable smile. The face was beautiful but lifeless, as if it were a sleeping elf, or a sealed goddess, a cruel contrast to the extremely constrained interior it was about to house. On top of the witch's head was a pointed, purple magical hat adorned with silver stars, with a wide brim that cast a faint shadow, adding to the mystery. 　　The entire shell up to nearly two meters high, the widest part of the diameter of about one point five meters, the bottom is a heavy hemispherical counterweight, to ensure that it "does not fall" characteristics. Shell from the back to open, like a huge clam shell, the interior is empty, fit the shell curve of the space, the inner wall is smooth, vaguely visible some fixed points and wire grooves. 　　"Beautiful, isn't it?" Wyjarnan stroked the cool, smooth cheek of the magical girl's shell, his tone tinged with admiration, "I designed it on purpose. A beautiful, mysterious, and always-smiling undefeatable Witch, who would have thought what was hidden inside?" She turned her head to look at Qin Xinlu, her gaze as precise as a scalpel dissecting the last of her disguise, "It's more effective than a comical cartoon image, isn't it? The ultimate beautiful exterior, wrapped in the ultimate ...... inner reality." 　　Qin Xinlu was unable to respond, and even her trembling was limited to a minuscule amplitude by the ultra-tight straitjacket. She could only look at that beautiful but empty magical girl's face through eyes that were forced to look straight ahead, as if she saw the future in which she was about to be sealed. Those smiling lips were like a silent mockery of her endless humiliation. 　　Huai Jia Nan walked behind the Witch Shell and activated the opening mechanism. Accompanied by a slight hydraulic sound, the shell slowly opened to both sides like two doors, revealing a more complex structure inside. In addition to the main space that accommodated the human body, the inner wall was also covered with soft cushioning pads, multiple adjustable harness interfaces, and a number of connection points for wires and sensors. Most strikingly, there were obvious grooves and pre-drilled holes corresponding to the human body's breasts and the lower part of the waist and abdomen, obviously to accommodate the pair of squeezing breast cups in front of her breasts as well as the wires extending from the chastity belt. 　　"Come on, my president, it's time to move into your 'new home'." Huai Jia Nan walked back and grabbed Qin Xinlu's arm, which was thoroughly sealed by the latex, and with an irresistible force, tugged her towards the inside of the shell that was open like the mouth of a giant beast. 　　Qin Xinlu's "walk" was awkward and difficult. The cast legs could not be bent, and she could only rely on the extremely limited swinging of her waist and hips, like a humanoid crowbar, to "move" her body one by one. The front of the feet bear the weight of the whole body, calf muscles have long been sore to numbness. Every tiny movement triggered a reaction from the sensors inside the straitjacket, and the weak punishing electric current was like a gangrene, reminding her of her absolute obedience. 　　Finally, she was pushed and shoved by Huai Jia Nan, her back turned into the inner space of the Witch Shell. The cushioning of the inner walls touched the latex behind her, bringing a dull touch. The interior space was even narrower than she had imagined, especially for her body that had been compressed in layers and lost almost all flexibility. 　　Huai Jia Nan began the internal fixation. First, she stuck Qin Xinlu's feet into the two specific foot-shaped grooves at the bottom, and with a soft click, the latches inside the grooves automatically closed, locking her ankles firmly in place. Next, she pulled up several wide and thick restraint straps lined with soft material, and wrapped them around Qin Xinlu's legs, waist, abdomen, and chest one by one, connecting them tightly with the buckles on the inner wall of the shell. The straps were not simply fixed; they further restricted Qin Xinlu's already minimal mobility, fitting her as firmly as a specimen to the inner walls of the shell. 　　When the straps were all tightened, Qin Xinlu felt like she had almost become one with the shell. She was no longer an individual independent of the shell, but had become the core filler of this "Witch of the Undying", a "part" with sensory functions that had been forcibly installed into it. 　　Afterward, Huai Jia Nan began to connect the various lines. She took the hose that extended from Qin Xinlu's breast extractor and carefully led it out through the hole reserved in the inner wall of the shell, connecting it to a hidden port on the outside. Next came the wires from the chastity belt, which were similarly led out and connected. Finally, she mated one of the data ports on the back of the straitjacket to a master port on the inner wall of the housing. 　　"System connection in progress ......," Wyjahanan whispered to herself, pulling out the tablet, her fingers flying. 　　Qin Xinlu immediately sensed some changes. There seemed to be an extremely subtle vibration coming from the inner walls of the shell, as if the entire Witch had come to life. Immediately afterward, the negative pressure within the breast-pressing cups on her chest seemed to have been fine-tuned, and the sense of adsorption became more constant; the chastity belts within her body also transmitted a hint of an almost imperceptible electric current humming, signaling that they had been fully connected to the external control system. Most frighteningly, she felt the "vision" system of her shell being activated - it wasn't that she was able to see directly with her eyes, but rather that the blurry image of the area directly in front of her, captured by one of the micro-cameras in the neck collar of the straitjacket, was being projected onto the inside of her tightly closed eyelids. It was not that she could see directly with her eyes, but that the blurred image of what was in front of her, captured by a miniature camera in the neck collar of the straitjacket, was projected directly onto the inside of her tightly-closed eyelids, creating a strange, imposed "field of vision. What she saw was the figure of Huai Jia Nan operating a tablet computer, and a part of the workroom, with a fixed viewpoint that could not be rotated. 　　"Visual link normal. Sensory feedback system online." Huai Jia Nan looked at the data on the tablet and nodded in satisfaction. She picked up a strangely shaped device that resembled an earphone but was even smaller, and carefully put it on Qin Xinlu's ear - the device seemed to be able to transmit external sounds directly into her ear through bone conduction. 　　"Can you hear me? My witch-sama?" Huai Jia Nan's voice was clearly and unhinderedly transmitted into Qin Xinlu's head, with a hint of teasing. 　　Qin Xinlu was unable to nod her head, unable to make a sound. But her subtle physiological reactions seemed to have been captured by the sensors on the inner walls of the shell and fed back to Huai Jia Nan's tablet. 　　"Very good, the auditory link is normal." Huai Jia Nan smiled, "Now, let's close this beautiful door." 　　She walked behind the casing and began to push the two heavy doors. As the shell slowly closed, Qin Xinlu's "field of vision" gradually narrowed, and finally was completely replaced by the darkness of the shell's inner wall, with only Huai Jannan's breathing and operating sounds coming from the bone conduction headset. When the shell completely closed the moment, a dull "click" locking sound sounded, marking the complete isolation of internal and external. 　　Absolute darkness, absolute confinement. 　　Qin Xinlu was trapped inside this beautiful shell. She was unable to move a single bit, her breathing was restricted by the collar and girdle on the verge of suffocation, and her body was filled and controlled by all kinds of instruments inside and out. Sight and hearing were forcibly linked to the outside, yet completely out of her own control. She was like a consciousness imprisoned in the double cage of her own body and the shell of the doll, only passively receiving everything, waiting for the unknown, destined to be full of humiliation "performance" to begin.