The Milaneses fall.

Emilia realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The radiance looked alluring, but it was utterly unstoppable. Emilia felt the magic and battle qi within her rapidly draining away. In mere seconds, she transformed from a powerful mage into a helpless, ordinary woman! "Damn it, what is this?!" In her panic, Emilia tried to tear at her clothes with her hands, but she found her long gloves becoming incredibly slippery, making it impossible to grip anything. Soon, she discovered her fingers were moving uncontrollably, clenching into fists. An immense pressure forced her hands into tight balls, thumbs tucked into her palms, impossible to loosen no matter how hard she struggled. Correspondingly, the gems on the back of her hands began to glow. "Urgh, nngh! Let go!" Emilia thrashed about, but she couldn't force her hands to open. Once her hands were fully clenched, the patterns on her gloves flared, and Emilia's arms were slowly twisted behind her back. Deprived of her magic and battle qi, Emilia was powerless against this force. Under her anxious gaze, her arms were smoothly twisted behind her. This was no longer a simple wrist cross-behind-the-back restraint, but a "reverse-twisted-and-clasped-behind-the-back" posture, akin to a "behind-the-back Guanyin bind." Due to the long gloves, Emilia felt as though her forearms were glued together. Her palms faced each other behind her back, and though clenched, if they were to extend, they would form a clasped position. Her forearms pressed together, the long gloves between them began to fuse. Before long, they became a single pair of gloves, tightly encasing her forearms. No matter how she struggled to twist her upper body, she couldn't even shift her forearms an inch. The long gloves above her elbows, due to the bent joints, also started to merge with the forearm gloves. Ultimately, Emilia's elbows were fixed in a folded position, unable to separate or move closer. The once lightweight gloves now felt like the hardest metal, rendering Emilia's meager strength utterly insignificant, like a moth trying to shake a tree. Her arms were twisted so far back that her wrists were nearly touching the back of her neck. From the front, Emilia's arms were completely invisible. Her chest was forced upwards, and her full, ample breasts lost their last restraint, swaying wantonly. The movement was so pronounced that Emilia dared not struggle too violently. But it wasn't over. The gems on her nipples began to glow, and Emilia's pupils contracted. Her bra, which had previously concealed her sensitive areas, transformed into a pair of white rings that tightened around the base of her breasts. This allowed Emilia's breasts to sway freely and independently, as if she were naked. Although her dress still covered them, to Emilia, the light silk fabric felt incredibly thin, and if she couldn't see it, she would have felt completely exposed to the air. The fabric, which appeared to be Emilia's covering, actually intensified her shame. It felt like being bound and paraded in public; though a trench coat concealed her, she was acutely aware of her internal state. Even if others saw her clothed, in her own eyes, it was as if everyone could see through her predicament. This feeling was more shameful than being completely naked – a suffocating shame. Her once soft waist cincher also began to harden. Emilia's waist became increasingly slender, her internal organs compressed uncomfortably. Coupled with the lack of battle qi support, Emilia's breathing was reduced to shallow gasps. Her naturally flushed cheeks turned a deep crimson, not just from shame, but also from the difficulty of breathing. "Huu... *pant*... Haa... What... what is this..." Emilia's brow furrowed deeply. She pondered what could simultaneously suppress both her magic and battle qi. This was clearly some kind of sealing item, yet even as a peak expert on the continent, she had never heard of such a thing. Emilia's struggles only resulted in the creaking of ropes and aches throughout her body. Who knew how long she had been unconscious. Damn it, they tied me so tight, these people... Emilia felt her hands still bound tightly behind her back, and the ropes seemed to have multiplied. Now, whether it was the ropes constricting her wrists, binding her arms, or encircling her torso, there were more of them. While the extra loops might have eased the biting sensation of the ropes, the individuals who bound her had been brutally thorough, treating her like a trussed-up pig, making it all in vain. Her hands were clenched again, wrapped in something. The only small comfort was that her breasts seemed to have shifted slightly with her struggles, indicating they were prominently bound, which made Emilia blush with shame, cursing their shamelessness. Beyond her wrists, her legs were forcibly folded together, knees pressed firmly against a hard surface. From her thighs down to her knees, there were about four sets of rope loops, and she could feel them being reinforced horizontally in the center to prevent slippage. Her thighs were pressed together, her legs bound side-by-side, a dense network of ropes completely immobilizing her long, shapely legs. The only stroke of luck was that Emilia felt her clothes were still on, and her stockings hadn't been removed. It seemed those people hadn't done anything else to her yet. However, the tops of her feet were forced into a pointed posture, likely due to being fitted with high-heeled stiletto shoes. She tried to move her feet, only feeling her buttocks being bumped by the heels. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." Her wrists were pressed tightly against her back, immobile, and her legs were kneeling on the ground, unable to move. Emilia could only focus her attention on her mouth. She tried to move her lips, and the object inside was soft but filled her mouth, curling around her tongue. Emilia realized it was the same sound-dampening sponge from before, explaining why her muffled groans were so faint. Beyond the sponge, there was no gag ball this time, but her lips were sealed shut by a tape-like substance. Her cheeks and lips felt sticky. The tape was incredibly adhesive; no matter how Emilia pouted or moved her lips from side to side, she couldn't loosen it even a little, and finally gave up. Since her body was tightly bound everywhere, making escape impossible and even her fingers difficult to move, she could only place her hope in magic or battle qi. But after assessing her physical condition, Emilia's heart sank. Her magic, of course, was useless. The magic-inhibiting ropes and the collar around her neck had not been removed, leaving her internal magic like stagnant water, unresponsive. Emilia hadn't expected to use magic anyway, but what surprised her was that she couldn't even use her battle qi. She felt that from below her neck, her acupoints were blocked by knots in the ropes. If she wasn't mistaken, her waist and abdomen were likely covered by a crisscrossing net of ropes, with knots pressing on her acupoints, preventing her battle qi from circulating normally. This was precisely the method those people had used to restrain her earlier. If Emilia wanted to break free using her battle qi, she would have to accumulate it as before, break through in one burst, and then become weak again after a dozen seconds. Only a dozen seconds... Emilia's eyes narrowed beneath her blindfold. These people probably thought that with only a dozen seconds, she wouldn't be able to escape at all. "Your Majesty, I apologize!" Emilia murmured softly, then clenched and raised her small hand, a gust of wind violently lifting Seraphina's clothes on the throne! Her red dress fluttered, her shawl fell, her veil lifted, and Emilia's pupils suddenly constricted. Beneath Seraphina's skirt, her legs were bound together by white single-leg restraints. The restraints had numerous straps, so many that Emilia couldn't count them even in the brief moment the skirt was lifted. All she knew was that her legs beneath those restraints had absolutely no room to move. Furthermore, Emilia noticed that Seraphina's feet were rigidly pointed, her toes lightly touching the ground, and there were no heels. This meant that if Seraphina weren't seated on the throne, she would have already fallen, unable to stand. Her legs were thus restrained, and Seraphina's upper body was even more tightly bound. After the shawl fell, Emilia didn't see Seraphina's real arms, only her unnaturally swollen chest, constricted by bindings. Emilia guessed that Seraphina's real arms were tightly twisted behind her back and bound. As for the specific posture, she couldn't tell at that moment. She only saw two pairs of artificial arms attached to her shoulders, previously hidden by the shawl, now exposed. The neck ring on Seraphina's neck, which appeared to be a silk decoration, was now understood by Emilia to be a collar. Based on her judgment, the collar must have been connected to the back of the throne by a mechanical mechanism. Seraphina's mechanical nod was produced by this mechanism. This collar mechanism not only held Seraphina's neck firmly in place but also allowed her to simply nod or shake her head at the controller's will. In other words, the current Queen Seraphina had long since become someone else's puppet; she could barely move a finger on her own. The veil was also blown away by the gust of wind. Emilia had found it strange before, but now she noticed Seraphina's eyes were so vacant and lost. It was likely that her eyes were covered by an opaque film, and something had been inserted into her ears. Despite the fierce argument Emilia had with Bock earlier, Seraphina hadn't realized that her world had gone dark, that she couldn't see or hear, and that she couldn't speak. In Emilia's view, Seraphina's red lips beneath the veil maintained a smile, but it had to be fake. Her lips were either covered by a lifelike mask or glued shut. Judging by her slightly puffed cheeks, quite a bit must have been stuffed inside. Under Emilia's gust of wind, all of this was revealed. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. A tear rolled down Emilia's cheek. Whether it was regret or anger, her heart felt as if countless spices had been poured into her mouth, leaving her unsure of the taste. Seraphina, why, why has it come to this?!

Selos had no chance to question Temi. Her mouth unable to open, she could only let out muffled whimpers. Then, she saw a pile of restraints erupt from a scroll, landing directly on her! This was a magic that sealed items within scrolls. The materials required were numerous, the steps complex, and few understood it. No wonder the scroll was so old; it had to meet specific requirements for this magic! Once successfully cast, the contents of the scroll would immediately affect the person who tore it open, just like now! "Wuuu!!!!" Selos let out a roar of frustration. She was so close, just one step away, but at the moment she let her guard down, the opponent's counterattack began! Crimson ropes coiled around Selos's arms, and she felt a powerful force pull her limbs behind her. Selos, of course, wouldn't surrender easily. She struggled with all her might, moving her limbs. But as she focused her attention on resisting with her arms, her legs were suddenly tightened. Two long red ropes had already bound her legs. One rope wrapped around her smooth, fair thighs, starting from the root of her thigh and winding down in circles until it reached above her knees. In this short span of her thigh, the rope coiled five times! Each coil was made of two strands, digging tightly into Selos's skin. However, the ropes didn't hurt Selos; they only gave her an immense sense of constriction. And these red ropes seemed to have a peculiar effect; Selos actually felt a strange comfort in the bound areas?! Selos's thighs were thus pressed tightly together. She immediately tensed her calves and tried to push them apart with force. It had to be said, her strength was considerable, but it was clearly no match for the ropes. She couldn't gain any advantage, only maintaining a stalemate with the ropes. Just as she was about to use some simple magic that didn't require incantations, her neck suddenly felt a chill. A collar exuding a dark aura was fastened around her neck, instantly suppressing her magic. Black Devouring Tree bark! Selos immediately recognized it. This was a plant that fed on magic. Once it absorbed enough magical energy, it could produce a magic-nullifying effect. Its bark was tough and elastic. Now made into a magic-nullifying collar, its effect was several times better than ordinary collars. Forget Selos; even if Amelie were to wear this, she wouldn't be able to use a single bit of magic! The moment the collar snapped shut, Selos's heart trembled. Her strength faltered slightly, and in that instant, her arms could no longer hold their position and were directly pulled behind her. The rope loops tightened around her upper arms, binding them almost together. Her shoulders were pulled back to their limit, almost invisible from the front, only her high, proud breasts visible due to her chest being pushed forward. Her thin nightgown could no longer hold on and fell to the floor, leaving Selos's curvaceous, alluring body completely exposed to the air. This brought a captivating blush to Selos's pretty face. Her upper arms bound by ropes, the ropes then split into two paths. One path wrapped around Selos's shoulders and began to coil around her chest. Another strand followed her arms downwards, continuing to bind them. Coil after coil of rope wound down Selos's clasped arms, finally binding them tightly from the upper arm to the wrist. Six sets of rope loops bound her arms, each set consisting of three strands, reinforced with vertical connections. From her wrists back to her upper arms, the handcuff-like loops embedded into the tender flesh of Selos's arms. But like the ropes on her legs, she felt no pain. Instead, when she struggled, she felt a strange sense of pleasure. These ropes were also problematic! Selos looked at the scroll on the ground, and indeed, there was an explanation written on it. These ropes were made from silkworm hemp, twisted into silkworm ropes, with the addition of aphrodisiac spider silk and the sap of the Flame Empress Flower. Silkworm hemp was naturally soft and resilient. As ropes, they were not only extremely tenacious but also caused minimal damage to the body, no matter how tightly they were bound. The aphrodisiac spider silk would cause the bound person to block out pain, replacing it with a bizarre sense of comfort. Over time, the bound person would come to enjoy this sensation. Even after being unbound, the bound areas would remain sensitive for a while, only disappearing with an antidote or after a sufficiently long period of being unbound. As for the third ingredient, the sap of the Flame Empress Flower, this was a material specifically for battle qi. The reason the ropes were crimson was due to this sap. Once bound, if the bound person tried to activate their battle qi, they would feel the ropes heating up, causing their entire body to feel hot. Combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac spider silk and silkworm hemp, the final result was akin to being drugged with an aphrodisiac. Selos's entire body turned cold, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She hadn't expected the other party to have prepared such things. These were all difficult-to-obtain materials, requiring significant wealth and time. This meant that the other party had prepared these contingencies against her long ago! Who was it? Who planned this contingency? Selos wanted to know, but she had no opportunity now. The ropes tightened around her shoulders, passed through her armpits, and converged behind her at the ropes on her upper arms and elbows, forming a massive knot. This knot appeared to be the convergence point of various ropes, like the nodes of a spiderweb, but it had no loose ends, meaning the ropes couldn't be untied manually. An intense feeling of constriction enveloped Selos. Her arms and legs strained outwards with all their might, but the immense resilience ultimately stopped her. The moment her strength gave out, her lower legs were also tightly bound together, just like her thighs. From below her knees to her ankles, and then to her delicate feet, even her toes, she was bound densely and securely by the ropes. This wasn't the end. A fourth rope seized the opportunity to climb onto Selos's chest, tightening her breasts from above and below, and passing through her deep cleavage. The base of Selos's breasts was tightly constricted, the ropes sinking in. Visually, it looked as if her chest cavity was being directly squeezed. This also caused Selos's breasts to swell several sizes, bobbing in the air like water balloons. The rope then departed from the base of her breasts, extending into a cross shape, constricting her left and right breasts from the top, bottom, left, and right directions, finally converging at her nipples to form a knot. In this manner, Selos's breasts were like a simple bra made of ropes, except this bra was incredibly tight, providing a marvelous "breast enhancement" effect. Selos's left and right breasts now looked like tofu wrapped in ropes, with their snowy flesh eagerly squeezing out from the gaps of the crisscrossing ropes, like tender, dripping jelly milk, making one want to catch them with a bowl underneath, or simply bite them.

While Lilia poured out her restrained and brainwashed rage, Freya was gradually removing the restraints from Skadi. The more she removed, the more shocked and angry she became. Skadi's restraints were on a completely different level than the other two. This was likely related to Skadi's combat strength. Among the three captured individuals, Skadi was the strongest. It seemed she had caused the special forces quite a bit of trouble back then, which was why she was being treated this way now. When the collar was removed, Freya discovered that Skadi's hood still couldn't be taken off. The lower edge of the hood was covered by the upper edge of the straitjacket. Freya had to support Skadi's head to keep her still while slowly pulling off the straitjacket. The straitjacket was smooth, indicating good quality material. It was not only tough but also elastic. The magic runes inscribed on it not only prevented Skadi from using magic but also kept her strength in a weakened state. No wonder she couldn't even struggle. After the straitjacket was removed, Freya found that Skadi was still bound by various other restraints. Skadi's arms were tightly bound behind her back, secured by gauntlets with no room to spare. The gauntlets were integrated with the corset and bustier on Skadi's torso, meaning Skadi didn't even have the freedom to move her arms. The bustier had squeezed out Skadi's upper breasts, creating a deep cleavage. Skadi's chest heaved uncontrollably, likely due to struggling and difficulty breathing. Skadi's legs were also completely bound by restraints, and the ends of these restraints were a pair of monstrous high heels, nearly twenty centimeters tall. No wonder Skadi's legs appeared more slender than usual; it was the price paid for the constant pain of having to keep her insteps tensed. In these heels, Skadi's proud legs were rendered completely useless. What angered Freya even more was what was attached to Skadi's lower body. Half of a vibrator protruded externally, while the other half was inserted into Skadi's private parts. The vibrator was still buzzing, its nubs constantly stimulating Skadi's most sensitive areas. No wonder Skadi was trembling slightly. When Freya tried to remove it, she was surprised to find that the vibrator had two straps at its end. These straps were threaded through Skadi's crotch, connecting to the corset from the front and back, while a third strap connected to the upper part of the leg restraints. This meant that any movement Skadi made would directly activate the vibrator. Furthermore, to remove the vibrator, other restraints had to be removed first, which would inevitably involve the vibrator itself. "Damn it!" Freya cursed under her breath. She could only let Skadi endure the vibrator's stimulation for now and went to search for other clasps. This design also integrated the second layer of restraints on Skadi, suggesting there might be only one clasp. Freya fumbled around, her hands exploring Skadi's body, and finally found the clasp in an unexpected place. The clasp was actually on a butt plug next to the vibrator!

Freya bit down hard on the gag, her senses snapping into focus. She surged upwards, her toes digging into the ground, and her upper body spun like a top in the air. Her toes were going numb, and just as she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, her body finally found its balance, and the noose around her neck loosened. "Hoo, hooo hooo hooo... Hoo ooo ooo..." Freya gasped for air – or rather, took small, shallow breaths, constrained by the corset and other restraints, as if she hadn't breathed in days. Her breasts, pushed upright by the binding, had swayed wildly during her struggle, and now they rose and fell, adding an inexplicable allure. Balance restored, breathing eased, Freya had survived one crisis, but a bigger problem remained – the rune stone. Though Freya had temporarily calmed herself, she knew the real issue wasn't resolved. She refocused, pouring her magic into the rune stone. This might be her last attempt, because if it failed, Freya truly wouldn't be able to stay calm. Ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes... Time ticked by, and Freya's anxiety grew. The previous visions of the worst possible outcome slowly resurfaced in her mind, and now, that terrible ending seemed imminent! What to do, what to do, what to do?! As if by a cruel twist of fate, just as Freya was about to give up, the rune stone vibrated, and Freya's body went limp. The leather restraints fell away. The blindfold lifted, and Freya's tear-filled eyes opened, staring ahead in disbelief. She had finally succeeded! "Ugh, hoo... hoo... Oh god..." As all the restraints released and transformed into a square box that clattered to the floor, Freya remained standing. But then, her neck tightened, and the noose around it cinched again! It turned out that with the disappearance of the restraints, the binding boots were also gone. Freya hadn't been wearing heels, and now, back in her usual attire, her height had decreased. Coupled with her relaxed body, her previously rigid upper body tilted forward, causing the noose around her neck to tighten once more. "Urghhh!!! Damn it!!" Freya yelped, her tongue sticking out. She quickly reached for the rope, only then realizing her arms were somewhat numb. Fortunately, the restraints had left some residual magical energy; otherwise, after such intense binding, her limbs would have been temporarily immobile even if they were now free. Flames consumed all the ropes holding her, and Freya collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. She looked at the fallen box and the rune stone beside her, a wave of fear washing over her. Glancing around, she noticed several purple circular gems on the room's walls. They looked like decorations but were actually magic disruptors, a failsafe implemented by the auction house. Fortunately, these disruptors were designed to counter large magical reactions, as the auction house knew that maintaining the physical health of the "merchandise" required small amounts of magic. Freya's earlier, minor magical output had only caused some resistance, not complete interference, allowing her to take more time and eventually break free.

"Mmmph..." Emilia was the most anxious now. She had so many questions, and she desperately wanted to help everyone fight this person. But she was currently bound in a lewd M-shaped spread-eagle position, making it incredibly difficult to even make a sound. She was utterly frustrated. "Of course, you don't really have a choice," Lop waved his hand again. Freya was immediately pressed against a nearby pillar by an invisible force. Her arms were behind her back, her legs together. She was about to curse him out, but soon, metal bars emerged from the pillar. Like living things, they secured her from head to toe, even forcing a metal rod with protrusions into her mouth, gagging her. Freya's mouth was pried open by the metal rod, forcing her to take in the rod that nearly reached her throat. She immediately let out a muffled, excited groan: "Mugoo! Mmmph!!" The metal bars wrapped around Freya's mouth, neck, shoulders, chest (both above and below), waist, crotch, inner thighs, mid-thighs, above and below her knees, mid-calves, and ankles. It could be said that Freya was completely immobilized, like a human log. After being secured horizontally, the metal bars tightened slightly until Freya squinted her eyes and let out a pained moan before they stopped. By this point, the metal bars were visibly digging into Freya's soft flesh, making her fiery figure even more voluptuous. Especially her breasts, under Lop's intentional "care," were squeezed at their roots by the upper and lower metal bars. The flesh of her breasts, unrestrained, bulged out into the air. Once the metal bars finished tightening, they became incredibly rigid. Freya couldn't even struggle. This was far tighter than Emilia's restraints. No matter what, Emilia was bound by ropes, giving her some room to struggle and tremble. But Freya had lost even that privilege. Other than whimpering in place, she could do nothing else. This wasn't the end. Lop raised his hand again and beckoned with his index finger. The Melu doll he had been carrying flew out and returned to its life-sized human form. Melu's muffled cries echoed in the hall. She was quickly plastered against another pillar. This time, new straps extended from her restraints, securing her to the pillar. However, because her senses were blocked, she had no idea what was happening around her. She could only let out occasional lewd cries due to the constant stimulation. "Mmmph mmph!!" "Mmm?! Mmmph mmmph~~" Melu's and Freya's cries rose and fell, stimulating everyone's nerves. If they hadn't retained their reason, they would have rushed forward to fight desperately. "Mmmph mmph! Mmm mmmph!!" At this moment, Emilia struggled excitedly. Her nose was also blocked, so this tiny mosquito-like hum was her limit. However, her attitude was clear. Seeing this, Lop casually pointed, and the gel in Emilia's mouth and nose vanished. "Cough! Ptooey!" Emilia could finally speak. She spat out the remaining gel from her mouth and stared coldly at Lop, asking, "This wheelchair, was that your doing too? You've been targeting us for a long time?" "Tsk tsk tsk, that's not quite right~" Lop wagged his index finger. "First, the wheelchair's change was because of the restraints you're wearing. They are my masterpiece, after all. Upon sensing the 'fragment' as it approached here, it assimilated the chair you were sitting on. Then, to toy with you, it restrained you like this. I must say, well done. Second, I wasn't targeting you all; I was targeting *you*." "Your masterpiece?!" Emilia had guessed some of it, but hearing this still shocked her. She hadn't expected the restraints on her body to be made by Lop. Thinking about it carefully, these restraints were discovered in other sub-ruins of this main ruin where Lop was. If Lop was the owner of this main ruin, then it made sense that he made the restraints. This made Emilia unsure whether to cry or laugh. It meant she hadn't come to the wrong place; the means to remove the restraints must be here. But at the same time, according to Lop's self-introduction, he was a demon god. Mysterious demons. Through prolonged archaeology and excavation of ruins, they only knew that they were once a powerful civilization, but for some reason, they had collectively disappeared. For a long time, demons were things of legend, like goddesses. It was even rumored that goddesses were beings specifically created to fight demons, that they had eliminated the dark demons and brought light to this world. Many believed this explanation, and demons were thus called "demon gods." But regardless of any legend, one thing was certain: demons were powerful. So if Lop was truly a demon god, and the owner of this main ruin, then his strength... Let alone Emilia in her current state, even in her prime, she wouldn't be confident of defeating Lop, especially since this was clearly Lop's home turf. "Hmm? I thought you knew? Shouldn't the focus be on the fact that I was targeting *you*?" Lop seemed surprised.

"What did you fucking say?! Say that again—Ahhh?!" Ginice was cursing too, but before she could finish, the rope tightened around the base of her breasts. Ginice's breasts were neither large nor small, but the rope, wrapped several times around their roots, cinched tight. Her breasts immediately sprang out like balloons, swelling considerably. Her flushed nipples looked already somewhat hard, clearly a result of her previous orgasm. Ginice was now bound in a reverse hogtie, her hands hoisted high behind her back, wrists crossed and bound tightly with eight or nine loops of rope. The rope continued to wind around her chest and back, binding her arms completely to her body, fixing them immoveable. Every involuntary struggle caused her breasts to sway, her pale, flushed flesh jiggling wildly in the air, making the surrounding mages restless. "She's still cursing us even like this, I can't take it anymore!" the previous mage shouted. "Have you forgotten our duty?! Do you want to die here?!" Xing Jied roared. The special goblin in the distance watched this scene coldly. It wasn't in a hurry, its brush moving again. This time, Ginice's legs were also spread and folded, then bound. The rope wound around her thighs and calves, binding them tightly together, dozens of loops from knees to groin. It was further reinforced with a tightening rope horizontally between her upper and lower legs. Ginice knelt on the ground, the tight binding forcing her legs apart, her ankles pressed against her groin, her thighs and calves fused as if born that way, unable to separate at all. At the same time, the tender flesh of her legs bulged from the rope's pressure, turning a pale, flushed color. She supported herself only on her knees and toes, twisting her delicate body in defiance, but it was too late. "Gah! It hurts?! Let, let me go! You bastards, you'll all die!" Ginice's curses were now tinged with tears. "I'm not doing this anymore either!" the mage named Balu gasped, throwing down his staff. He continued, "Don't you realize? These goblins aren't surrounding us to kill us. They might let us go. If we keep resisting, we'll die!" "I'm not doing this anymore either!" "Brother Xing Jied, please let us go!" "This woman isn't worth it!" "You, you bastards?!" Ginice shrieked, glaring venomously at the mages. She still thought she was the princess of the Mage Association, someone they used to obey and cater to. But their eyes now held lust and ferocity. "My grandfather won't let you go! You'll all be killed painfully—Guh ohhh?!" Before Ginice could finish, a gag suddenly appeared in her mouth. Her open mouth was caught before she could close it. Her pearly teeth bit down hard on the round metal ring, her pink tongue darting out in defiance before retracting. Saliva quickly dripped from her mouth in silver threads. Seeing this, she was overcome with shame, letting out a series of high-pitched cries: "Ohhh! Woooohhh!!" Three sets of straps extended from the gag. One wrapped around her cheeks, fastening securely in her golden curls. Another, under her humiliated gaze, tightened over her nostrils, meeting on her forehead before running along the top of her head to the back, splitting into two to secure to horizontal straps at the nape of her neck. "Gah! Ohhh! M, mmmph!" Ginice's small mouth could still open slightly, allowing her to utter some slurred words. But soon, a third strap tightened around her jaw, forcing her to bite down hard on the metal ring. Her mouth could neither close nor open wider, leaving her only capable of emitting unintelligible grunts and moans. Finally, this strap looped around her neck, also meeting at the back of her head. "Guh! Guooohhh!" Ginice shook her head frantically, trying to dislodge the gag from her mouth, but all that flew out was the saliva spraying from her mouth.

The treasure chest contained not the divine artifacts one might expect, but a person – Miranda, by the looks of her. Miranda was bound tightly by green ropes. Her hands were hoisted behind her back, her legs pressed together. The ropes coiled around her arms and chest, then folded and secured her thighs together, confining her in a curled position within the narrow chest. "Mmmph! Mmmph-mmph-mmph!!" Miranda's mouth was constricted by the green ropes, something stuffed inside, allowing only muffled sounds. Her eyes were wide with terror as she whimpered at Sul, struggling futilely. The chest was too small for any real movement. At that moment, other chests were opened, revealing the other team of female adventurers Miranda had led, separated earlier by the stone door! Simultaneously, the secret chamber door slammed shut, and the entire room began to shake. The objects previously piled on the floor, their purpose unknown, started to move on their own. Some scuttled across the floor on metallic claws, others tipped over, spilling liquid that spread outwards, while some writhed like snakes. "Ahhh! What is this?! Let me go!" As one adventurer screamed, everyone was attacked by the bizarre items on the floor. The room descended into chaos, filled with screams, incantations, and the clash of steel. Small spheres landed on the ground, rolling to Sul's feet. They suddenly sprouted eight legs and lunged at him. Sul was startled, but his experience kicked in. He forced himself to calm down, drew his weapon, and roared, unleashing a wave of battle qi that blasted the spheres away. "You! What are you doing?!" one adventurer shrieked. Another had used her as a shield without her knowledge, retreating to safety. The enraged adventurer had barely uttered her protest before a pool of black liquid splashed onto her. Within five seconds, her entire body was enveloped by the viscous fluid. Amidst her terrified screams, the liquid poured into her mouth, finally engulfing her face. The adventurer collapsed with a thud, writhing in agony on the floor. Her legs were pressed together, her arms plastered to her sides, all completely encased in the black liquid. Only a single ponytail remained visible. This horrifying sight sent the surrounding adventurers into a frenzy of fear. They scrambled towards the exit, but escape was impossible. Soon, those with weaker skills were captured by the strange contraptions, bound in various forms. The stronger ones fought valiantly, but their resistance was clearly waning. Sul was the strongest among them, yet even he couldn't hold out much longer. Small spheres scurried around him, an iron maiden-like device approached, and three to four ropes coiled in the air, searching for an opening. Just then, Sul's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of flowing white hair. He focused, and saw Liosvielle, clutching her large book, weaving through the bizarre restraining devices. The hem of her short black skirt and the slit outer skirt danced with her leaps, like layers of blooming flowers on a battlefield. Her slender legs, clad in black stockings, touched the ground with precision, each movement perfectly timed to evade an attack. Not a single movement Liosvielle made was wasted. Each evasion seemed impossibly close, yet she always succeeded. When an attack was unavoidable, Liosvielle would open the book she held, unleashing different spells that neutralized the various threats. Sul was mesmerized. Distracted for a moment, a rope ensnared his foot. Alarmed, Sul swung his weapon and shouted, "Uh, Miss Lios... Liosvielle! Save me!" Liosvielle heard his cry and glanced back. But Sul saw only coldness in her eyes. "Hey! Damn it! You wretched creature! I can't move, and neither will you!" Seeing Liosvielle turn away, Sul knew escape was unlikely. He gathered his remaining strength, blasting away two ropes and three spheres around him. The price was his immobility, as tentacles from the iron maiden grabbed him, pulling him into its gaping maw. Sul gave up struggling. He stared intently at Liosvielle's retreating back, determined to see this calm, hidden talent meet the same fate as him.

Beyond the white silk bodysuit, a short, one-piece dress woven from the finest satin fabric hugged Emilia's form. The upper portion of the skirt cupped the breasts that fell against Emilia's chest, making her bosom appear more prominent and her curves more perfect, while revealing her alluring northern hemisphere. Two silver rhombus-shaped gems were affixed to Emilia's nipples. Though not easily discernible from the outside, these gems bypassed the fabric to adhere directly to Emilia's tender cherries. Within each gem was a suction device that latched onto Emilia's nipples. This design ensured Emilia constantly felt something clinging to her nipples, causing them to become sensitive and tingle intermittently. When Barry's fingertips had brushed against Emilia's chest earlier, they had also touched these gems. He found them smooth and cool. The moment he touched them, Emilia's chest convulsed as if she had received an electric shock. Barry was unaware that when he touched the gems, the suction cups gripping Emilia's nipples tightened, as if someone were continuously suckling her breasts. This caused an unbearable ache and fullness in her chest, as if milk were about to be expelled. The pain and pleasure mingled, and all she could manage were muffled moans of "Mmmph... mmmph..." from her gagged mouth, leaving her utterly helpless. Below her twin peaks, Emilia's slender waist was cinched by a built-in corset within the dress. To maintain aesthetic appeal, the corset didn't constrict Emilia's waist to an extreme degree, but it still pressed her internal organs together, making deep breaths difficult. From the outside, Emilia's chest and waist formed a smooth, graceful curve, accentuating her alluring figure. A little below her navel, on her lower abdomen, was another gem, this one oval-shaped. Below the corset was the skirt's hem. The front of the hem was very short, barely covering the top of Emilia's thighs, and any slight movement threatened to reveal her secrets. The back hem, however, was longer, trailing down to near Emilia's knees, adding a touch of youthful vitality. But the main focus was Emilia's partially concealed lower body. Beneath the skirt, a leather strap encircled her crotch, with two distinct cylindrical protrusions at her vulva and anus. These protrusions were merely the ends of two vibrators, both currently inserted deep within Emilia's nether regions. The vibrator in her vulva was covered in stimulating nubs. While currently inactive, it was capable of ferocious, relentless rotation and thrusting within Emilia's body once activated, a sensation no maiden could withstand. The anal plug-style vibrator in her rear was even more distressing for Emilia. Her buttocks involuntarily arched backward, twitching occasionally as she tried to escape the feeling of fullness. Though she had no need to defecate, the sensation of her rear being stuffed with a foreign object was overwhelmingly uncomfortable. However, the anal plug was firmly lodged in her anal exit and secured by the strap. No matter how she writhed her hips, the vibrator wouldn't budge even slightly; in fact, it only intensified her discomfort. Finally, the vibrator lodged in Emilia's vulva had an attached electrode pad that adhered to her clitoris. Compared to the pain and discomfort caused by the internal vibrator, the external electrode pad was what truly sent Emilia into a state of ecstatic torment. All these mechanisms in her lower body were concealed by the skirt hem, yet they were easily visible to anyone paying attention. Emilia's formal gown appeared pure, but the exposed parts made her seem incredibly lewd. This contrast was utterly intoxicating. Barry, for instance, could only see half of the mechanisms. However, as his hand traced Emilia's waist and abdomen, he could clearly feel her stomach muscles tensing and quivering, punctuated by her increasingly rapid breaths. "Huuuh! Huuuh! Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Emilia was extremely tense. Unable to see or hear, her senses were sealed, making her other senses all the more acute. She felt someone touching her sensitive abdomen, the sensation of fingernails scraping her waist flesh causing an itch. Her lower abdomen, already distended by the toys, felt even fuller under Barry's touch. Emilia's face flushed crimson as she bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, forcing herself to endure. You damn bastard! Hurry, get your filthy hands off! Ahhh! No, don't go any lower, please, I really can't hold on, don't... I don't want to climax in front of this guy!! Emilia squeezed her eyes shut, her trembling body betraying her extreme internal tension. If Barry moved his hand any lower, probing her crotch, she was certain she would break, unleashing a spectacular climax right in front of him. "Mmmph mmmph!! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" Emilia's warning sounds were like playful pouts. Barry found her cries soft and pleasant, stirring a reaction in his own groin. Emilia's inability to stop Barry with her arms was for a reason; it was the restraint that accompanied the pure and beautiful gown. The gown was sleeveless, but Emilia's arms were not bare. This related to her current state. Emilia wore a pair of white silk gloves that extended all the way to her upper arms. Her arms were held tightly together behind her back. These gloves, which seemed like they could be easily stretched out of shape, had fused together at the points of contact. No matter how hard Emilia struggled, she couldn't pull them apart even an inch. The long gloves also held Emilia's hands in a clenched fist. While each finger was clearly defined, they were completely immobile, forced to remain clenched at all times, rendering her unable to use them for any purpose. In this extreme, straight-armed restraint, Emilia's hands were held together from her fingertips to above her elbows, with her upper arms pulled in tightly. However, on her smooth, bare back between her upper arms, a hexagonal gem could be seen on the white silk. Like the gloves, Emilia's stockings had also fused together. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her thigh muscles squeezed against each other, making even friction impossible. On her feet, she wore a pair of white high-heeled shoes with heels at least six inches high, forcing her to constantly arch her feet. This elongated her leg curves, making them even more beautiful. The high heels were not entirely white; they had some embellishments. On the straps that tied around Emilia's ankles, there were two tiny, white, snowflake-shaped gems, adding a touch of regal elegance to the shoes.

With a long moan from Emilia, her delicate body convulsed, and a gush of nectar spurted from her nether regions. Barry, startled, looked up in surprise to see Emilia's lower body thoroughly wet. "Just a foot rub and you're orgasming?!" Barry exclaimed, astonished by how sensitive her body was. Were all women this sensitive? "Mmph! Mmph!" Emilia's eyes rolled back beneath the hood. She didn't want to admit how sensitive she was, but she couldn't endure the stimulation. The pleasure, especially from her soles, was like an electric current that instantly shattered her defenses, turning her into a mere writhing, lustful grub. It was utterly shameful and humiliating, no wonder Barry treated her like a whore. "No, I can't hold back anymore." Barry, salivating, had finished admiring Emilia's near-perfect bondage. Now, seeing her trembling, orgasmic state, he could no longer restrain himself. He fumbled with the ropes securing Emilia's back and lowered her from the cabinet. Emilia's soft, fragrant body felt incredibly comfortable in his arms, and she continued to whimper, tremble, and writhe. Barry's heart pounded, his own cock hardening like steel. "Mmph! Mmph!" As if sensing something strange and hard pressing against her leg, or perhaps wanting to break free from his embrace, Emilia began to struggle more like a white, fleshy worm. Unfortunately, her restraints were too tight, and her struggles only made her seem more like she was playfully squirming, causing her breasts to bounce and collide with Barry's shoulder. Barry placed Emilia on the bed. She began to twist from side to side, but the hood over her head made her movements as aimless as a headless fly, her writhing utterly useless. Emilia was still slick with the fluids from her climax, but Barry wasn't afraid of getting dirty; the dirtier Emilia was, the more excited he became. However, Emilia's dress had a self-cleaning function, so no matter how many times she orgasmed, she remained as clean as new. Barry rubbed his hands together. He helped Emilia sit up and then slowly removed the hood he had made himself, which looked somewhat out of place compared to Emilia's bondage attire. As the hood came off, Emilia's thick, lustrous, hip-length hair cascaded down with a swoosh, reaching her delicate buttocks. The sight was spectacular, and Barry's hands were inevitably submerged in her hair. The silky, smooth touch almost made him climax. He quickly withdrew his hands and sniffed them, detecting a pleasant fragrance. With the hood removed, Emilia's face was fully revealed. Her smooth forehead was partially covered by bangs, and a triangular gem could be faintly seen on her brow. Her long hair on either side fell to her chest, framing Emilia's delicate face. It was an exquisitely beautiful oval face; Barry swore it was the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Emilia blinked her large eyes, her thick lashes like beautiful fans. Her dark eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and her high-bridged nose twitched a couple of times, emitting soft, pleasant moans. The only pity was that Emilia's eyes seemed somewhat vacant. However, Barry didn't know that this wasn't natural; something was covering her eyes. From Emilia's perspective, her vision was a milky white. She could only vaguely discern objects within three meters, and her field of vision was narrow, about sixty degrees. This limited sight was due to a pair of special discs covering her pupils. No matter how wide she opened her eyes, all she saw was a hazy white. Even if a piece of paper were placed directly in front of Emilia, she would struggle to read what was written on it. These discs also had another function: if Emilia was exposed to bright light, she would be completely blinded, her vision turning entirely white. This undoubtedly made her appear even more like a blind person, her sight stolen from her. "Hoo..." Barry gently touched Emilia's cheek. The elastic feel made his fingers tremble. He was over forty and had been single his entire life, never having experienced the beauty of a woman's body. He now treated her like a precious work of art, cautiously exploring her body, even though he had touched her many times in the past few days. "Mmph! Mmmph!!" Emilia felt someone nearby. Still weak from her recent climax, she turned her head, but could only see a blurry human figure, seemingly a man. She fearfully twisted her delicate body, trying to escape, but her restraints held her firmly in place. Emilia twitched her nose with some effort, but the nasal sound was faint because small plugs were inserted into her nostrils. Barry had once tried placing raw, fishy-smelling meat in front of Emilia, but she had shown no reaction, indicating she had no sense of smell.

"Apologies, my Lord, nothing was found." A minister slammed his fist on the table, enraged. "Damn it, what the hell happened back then? Why did the ruins explode? Where did those bitches go?" Duke Bock, seated at the head of the table, slowly opened his eyes and asked, "How is the excavation at the ruins progressing?" The minister quickly replied, "It, it's still being dug, but..." "But it's almost done, isn't it?" Bock inquired. The minister lowered his head, implicitly confirming. "Hmm..." Bock stood up. The ministers and nobles below also rose, their gazes mostly fixed on Bock's hand. This was understandable, as the sight beside him was utterly intoxicating. Bock held a chain in his hand, the other end attached to a collar. The wearer of this collar was a woman of sensual and alluring figure. She wore a hood, revealing only her long black hair at the nape of her neck. The roots of her hair were bound by a rope, connected to a hook inserted into her anus. This forced her to hold her head high; any relaxation would not only cause the hook to penetrate deeper but also violently pull her hair. "Mmmph... mmmph..." The woman thus emitted muffled protests, but her limbs were all folded and bound separately. Her forearms were pressed against her upper arms, her calves against her thighs. A combination of ropes and straps held her limbs tightly. She could only kneel on the floor, resting on her elbows and knees. This posture left her sprawled on the ground like a bitch, her rounded buttocks raised high. A tail was attached to the anal hook, and as she twisted her hips to crawl, the tail would sway, causing the plug in her rear to churn. In addition to this, she wore a black corset and chastity belt. The chastity belt's clitoral stimulator buzzed relentlessly, and puddles of lewd fluid dripped from beneath her, appearing from a distance like a bitch urinating. This was in the council chamber, a scene of such indecency under everyone's eyes, yet no one dared to object. It was all because Duke Bock had brought her, and everyone present knew the woman's identity: Queen Seros of Milanis. "Guh-wooo!" Bock took a few steps, leading Seros. Seros whimpered as she walked, her resistance evident, yet she could only be led like a pet by Bock. Bock bent down and removed the eye mask from the hood. Seros's alluring eyes were revealed. She squinted, and upon seeing the assembled officials below, her pupils suddenly contracted, her eyes filled with intense anger and shame. She tried to lower her head, but this pulled on the anal hook, pushing the plug in her rear a little deeper. The intense stimulation caused her to let out a high-pitched moan: "Ugh-oh-oh-oh!!" "Please, continue your discussion. Inform me if there is any new information," Bock said, a smirk playing on his lips. He relished Seros's expression. "Mmm! Mmm-mmm!" Seros cried out in humiliation, her hips wriggling as she was forced to follow Bock towards the council chamber door. After a few steps, her delicate body trembled violently, and fluid gushed out. "Oh dear, has the little dog wet herself again?" Bock chided. "Mmm-mmm..." Seros was rolling her eyes, on the verge of orgasm, too weak to retort. Her appearance was truly pathetic. Just then, a soldier ran in and knelt. "Report! Someone requests an audience!"