The Kunlun Fairy's Capture: A Tale of Deception

"Here, this is the treasure vault the sect leader ordered me to guard," Xiao Si replied, leading Long Ruoyan deeper into the vault and into another stone chamber. In the center of this chamber, just like the previous checkpoint, stood a stone platform. This time, however, a vibrant, blood-red ice crystal demonic blade was plunged into the platform, and in front of the blade lay a pair of transparent crystal high heels. "My lady, do you see those crystal shoes?" "Of course. What must I do?" "My Queen, you simply need to step into those high heels and then pull out that demonic blade. That will be the end of this trial!" "That simple...?" Long Ruoyan eyed the blood-red demonic blade, muttering to herself. "My Queen, both the crystal high heels and the demonic blade were the personal magical artifacts of Sect Leader Qing Rou during her lifetime. That is why she placed them here, believing no one could tame them. This trial is foolproof!" "No one can tame them??? Foolproof??? Heh, how arrogant and ridiculous of Qing Rou..." Both treasures were made of ice crystal, quite similar to the weapons Qing Rou had used when they fought previously. Long Ruoyan sneered inwardly. Qing Rou probably never expected to die by her hand, nor that all her pre-mortem weapons would be shattered by her Blazing Moon Fiery Legs. To think she would try to stump her with mere magical artifacts was laughable! Long Ruoyan removed her personal golden-soled wooden clogs and leaped onto the stone platform. She placed her feet into the crystal high heels, one on each side. As the crystal high heels might have been worn by Qing Rou before, they seemed a bit large on Long Ruoyan's small, three-inch lotus feet. However, as Long Ruoyan's delicate feet settled into the shoes, she discovered that the tips of the heels were adorned with ten slender iron rings. As her small feet stepped in, her ten slender toes fit perfectly into them, one toe per ring. The iron rings tightly bound Long Ruoyan's toes, their other ends secured within the crystal high heels. This arrangement, though making the heels not a perfect fit, firmly secured Long Ruoyan within them. 'These iron rings on my feet are so ticklish... But it's good this way. It stops these large high heels with their long, thin heels from making me unstable. With them secured, it'll be easier for me to exert force, hee hee hee hee hee.' From a young age, Long Ruoyan's delicate feet had been tempered by her Blazing Moon Fiery Legs. Consequently, the meridians within her soles were far more complex and dense than in other parts of her body. Her soles and toes were exceptionally long and slender, and her feet possessed a heightened sensitivity. Long Ruoyan usually wore flat, comfortable wooden clogs, specially crafted for her by an elder of the Artifact Refining Sect. Although the soles were incredibly sharp, the inner surface that touched her feet was wrapped in silkworm silk, making them exceptionally soft and smooth. Now, wearing these sky-high heels with their long, thin heels that propped up her entire slender foot, Long Ruoyan felt as if she couldn't stand steadily. Long Ruoyan rubbed her jade-like hands together in anticipation. She grasped the red crystal demonic blade before her with her right hand and pulled. However, with a lift of her arm, the blade, still plunged into the stone platform, remained utterly still, as if mocking her attempt. 'Hmm???? This demonic blade is rather interesting. It seems I can't pull it out without using some real skill...!' Long Ruoyan silently circulated the spiritual energy within her arms, wielding hundreds of pounds of strength. It was a feeling of holding life and death in her hands. With a delicate cry, Long Ruoyan placed both hands on the crystal demonic blade and exerted all her might. "Haaah...! Rise for me...!" Under the immense force of Long Ruoyan, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, the demonic blade, which had been standing still, began to tremble and hum. Little by little, Long Ruoyan pulled it out. Long Ruoyan felt a surge of triumph and was about to pull the demonic blade out completely when, unexpectedly, as the blade moved, a hidden compartment in the stone platform beneath her feet suddenly opened. From the dark compartment, a crystal jade rod shot out from the ground with a 'whoosh'. At the tip of the crystal rod was a jade hairpin. It was made of blue-green jade, with a base of swirling clouds, intricately carved with sinuous blue snakes that gleamed with a chilling radiance. "Oh... there's an hidden weapon... Oh..." Long Ruoyan dodged to the side and attempted to fly away, only to discover that her delicate jade hands had, at some point, been frozen to the hilt of the red crystal demonic blade, rendering her immobile. "Oh... How detestable... How dare you ambush me, Long Ruoyan... Oh... You're seeking death..." Feeling played by Qing Rou's mechanisms, Long Ruoyan was enraged that she dared to create such a cleverly interconnected, intricate design to fool the dignified heir of the Kunlun Immortal Lineage.

With that thought, Long Ruoyan no longer hesitated. Gritting her teeth and stomping her foot, she turned and fled into the distance. "Hmph, little wench, you dare to run after wearing my high heels...???? Come back here..." Seeing Long Ruoyan flee, Qing Rou was not in the least bit hurried. She merely smiled faintly and flicked her jade finger towards the high heels on Long Ruoyan's feet, releasing another command. "Mmm... what's happening... Mmm..." Long Ruoyan, who had been fleeing moments ago, suddenly froze in place for no apparent reason. Her slender legs were as if nailed to the ground, utterly unable to move. "Hahahaha, let me tell you the truth, Long Ruoyan. I swapped out your high heels long ago. These are now illusions conjured from the God-Binding Silk. With just one command from me, even if you had the power of the heavens, you couldn't escape!" Long Ruoyan twisted her legs in disbelief, but her legs were rooted to the spot. Even with all her might, she couldn't budge an inch! Sensing something was amiss with her shoes, Long Ruoyan quickly crouched down, intending to take them off and flee barefoot. But what made her even more dumbfounded was that although the high heels were made of crystal, they felt as if they were a second skin, like silk stockings, growing roots into her flesh. The heel, the vamp, the sole – no part of the crystal high heels could be separated from her fair, smooth, delicate feet. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her feet out of the shoes. "Don't bother... Long Ruoyan. That is the ancient secret treasure, the God-Binding Silk... Moreover, all your pressure points have been re-pierced by me, and your lustful markings and spiritual pathways have been reopened. I advise you to surrender obediently and return to the Qing Ling Sect with me... Perhaps I can be a little gentler with you~" Qing Rou's words pierced Long Ruoyan's ears, enraging her to the core. Her delicate body trembled with fury. She had already suffered enough from Qing Rou stealing her divine abilities, carving lustful markings onto her body, and throwing her into the arena to endure humiliation. Now, to be provoked like this, it was as if she were being treated as a slave to be ravished at will. "Good... good... good... I didn't want to resort to this, but since you're so eager to die... this young lady will oblige you..." Long Ruoyan's voice trembled with anger as she spoke each word fiercely. Her aura suddenly turned sharp and fierce, with clawing Kunlun runes appearing all over her body. Her snow-white jade skin became scorching hot. "Blazing Heaven Ghost Release..." Long Ruoyan intended to use her bloodline power to directly liberate her body, exponentially amplifying her strength and instantly killing Qing Rou with overwhelming power. "I'll crush your damned shoes..." Although her breasts continued to leak milk and her divine essence was constantly depleted, since escape was impossible and she was being provoked by Qing Rou like this, Long Ruoyan's temper wouldn't allow it. She decided to use the domineering power of the Blazing Heaven Ghost Release to enlarge her body and directly shatter the high heels on her feet! However, she had still underestimated the power of the God-Binding Silk! The Golden Locking Ring and the God-Binding Silk were both heirloom treasures of the Qing Ling Sect. One could sever rivers and trap seas, the other could block the heavens and bind gods. Both were heavenly treasures, and using them on Long Ruoyan now was overkill! "Ahhhhhhhh... It hurts... It hurts..." As expected, as Long Ruoyan's feet enlarged, the originally delicate high heels could no longer accommodate her large, slender feet. But the incredibly tough material of the high heels wouldn't break, causing Long Ruoyan's enlarged feet to be squeezed entirely within the three-inch golden boots. This caused Long Ruoyan to turn pale with pain, her face contorted in agony. Her chest pressure points had been broken, and her indestructible divine ability was lost. Furthermore, her feet had been 'specially cared for' by Qing Rou, repeatedly soaked in aphrodisiacs, making them soft, tender, and incredibly fragile. Being squeezed like this within the high heels was naturally unbearable. "Damn it... Ahhhhhhhh... My feet... It hurts so much..." Her large, plump feet trapped in the small, exquisite high heels, her fleshy feet spilled out along the crystal edges of the heels. Deep, purplish-blue bruises were imprinted on her slippery, milky-white flesh. Long Ruoyan was in so much pain that tears were about to stream down her face. Her feet were her most powerful divine weapon, always enveloped in spiritual energy during attacks. But precisely because of this, her feet, devoid of divine power, were the most vulnerable. They had never endured such crushing torment. "Quick... quick change back..." The intense pain in her feet made Long Ruoyan unable to bear it any longer. She could no longer maintain the Blazing Heaven Ghost Release and wanted to cancel

These women, however, had nothing to do with the Dungeon Lord's immortal slave cauldrons. The two Nascent Soul female slaves were not recalled into Yu Fuxiu's "Painting of Lustful Gods." Because they had performed well in subduing the Moon Slave this time, they were granted the chance to be favored by their master. Currently, they were bound somewhere in the Dungeon Lord's palace, awaiting his leisure to use them as playthings for his carnal desires~ As for the protagonist of this dungeon catastrophe, the White Moon Fairy, who had inspired longing in everyone who saw her upon her arrival in the underground city, and then dispelled those thoughts with her absolute strength in battling the Nascent Soul City Lord, she too became an object of the dungeon residents' lust after her defeat. The residents of the underground city fantasized whether the wise and mighty City Lord would grant them an opportunity to sample the peerless fairy during the upcoming "training" of the new immortal slave. After all, the more lowly the existence, the more suitable they were to shatter the pride of those noble fairies~ And this White Moon Fairy, who had unconsciously become the talk of the entire city… no, she should be called Moon Slave now, was currently imprisoned beneath the dungeon palace, in a room specifically designed for tormenting women. The floor of this room was equipped with several grooves for liquid to flow, connected to liquid containers located outside the room. When the containers held liquid, it would flow into the room through the grooves, converging into a circular pool in the center of the room. Beneath the room was a boiler room. Its materials and fuel were ordinary, incapable of generating the extreme temperatures required for artifact refining or pill concocting in the cultivation world. It could only barely bring the water pool above the boiler to a boil. Currently, outside the room where the White Moon Fairy was imprisoned, several liquid containers were filled with a wine-red liquid. This was an aphrodisiac concocted by Yu Fuxiu at great expense. A mere spoonful could cause an ordinary woman to die from an overwhelming sensation of pleasure! Yet, it was now filling the troughs and the small pool of this prison room, being roasted by the boiler just one wall away. The rich wine-red aphrodisiac, under the high temperature, evaporated into a rosy mist, filling this sealed room, enveloping that supreme female body with impossibly long, snow-white hair~ ... In the sealed dungeon, devoid of even doors and windows, a beauty with snow-white hair flowing past her knees, clad in ultra-thin white silk stockings, was restrained above the circular pool in the center of the dungeon. Her arms were forcibly pulled behind her, her slender, fair, snow-white forearms brought together horizontally, tightly bound by a pink, semi-transparent gauze ribbon. This pink gauze ribbon not only wrapped around the forearms more than a dozen times but also bound her upper arms, acting as a "connecting rope" to restrict the movement of these arms. If the beauty attempted to separate her forearms up and down, it would pull on the silk scarf binding her forearms; and if she tried to exert force to move her arms left or right, it would tug at the silk ribbons restraining her upper arms… this was the predicament of White Moon Fairy's arms. And this was merely the most insignificant part of her tragic situation… Around her delicate neck was a black iron collar imprinted with purple runes. A chain, only two fingers thick, extended from a winch in the corner of the room, passed through a hook fixed to the ceiling of the secret chamber, and connected to the collar on the beauty's tender, white neck. The chain was taut, suspending the beauty's body at a perfect height. A perfect height that would just choke her neck, and just allow her toes to touch the ground~ Because directly below was the circular pool storing the highly concentrated aphrodisiac, Yu Lingyue was not positioned with her legs bound together, hanging straight down. Her legs, clad in delicate white silk stockings, were forced apart at a 45-degree angle to the ground… the only part of her body in contact with any hard object on the ground was the big toe of her beautiful, white-stocking-clad foot. Yu Lingyue's white-stocking-clad beautiful foot precariously balanced on the edge of the circular pool, allowing the sharp angles to dig into her soft toes. Yes, under the coercion of the chain above and the pool below, the White Moon Fairy's body was forced into an inverted "Y" posture. Above, the tightly suspended collar choked her neck, constricting her breath; below, she could only use her two toes to barely support her body. Once she could no longer hold on, these beautiful, white-stocking-clad lotus feet would slide into the lust-filled pool brimming with aphrodisiac, enduring even stronger erosion. This was a malicious posture designed to exhaust a beauty's stamina. An ordinary female cultivator would eventually be unable to hold on and would send her feet into the pool, preferring to be suspended by the collar on her neck, which wouldn't break anyway, as it would at least be somewhat easier. But she would not do this, or rather, from the very beginning, this option was not even on White Moon Fairy's mind! Even though this spread-legged, precariously balanced posture was more humiliating than relaxing her body, she was unwilling to show even a trace of submission. This was her resolve!

Simultaneously, its delivery of those pink droplets was far from indiscriminate. The white silk stockings focused on intensifying the moisture concentration in specific areas, such as her already sensitive feet, her pearl-like toes desperately gripping the edge of the pool, and… The largest vulnerability on her body remained occupied by the previous lewd artifact. This artifact was relentlessly draining Yu Lingyue's strength at an astonishing pace. Normally, with her incredibly robust physique, even with her neck bound and her legs spread wide, precariously balanced on the edge of the pool, she could continuously recover her stamina. There would come a moment when she would regain enough strength to fight back, shatter this prison, escape the confinement of the Dungeon Lord, and one day return to this place to rescue all the innocent souls within this underground city whose minds had not yet broken. Normally… she could still do that. But the intelligence collected by Yu Fuxiu was too detailed. He had long anticipated this possibility and had preemptively commanded the artifact to vibrate non-stop, never allowing his beloved Moon Slave a moment's rest. The man had even considered Yu Lingyue's formidable adaptability, ordering this lewd artifact, capable of shapeshifting at will, to change its form every half hour, continuing its forceful violation of her tender crevice with a new shape. Currently, her spiritual palace, the most vital organ of her entire body, had, under the influence of her unique constitution, absorbed all of Yu Fuxiu's [X], converting it into strength and energy to sustain her futile persistence. However, this did not mean her spiritual palace could rest! The stocking artifact injected the collected aphrodisiac mist into this phallus, and then, this lewd artifact would spray out the highly concentrated aphrodisiac liquid, shooting it into the beauty's peerless sacred palace. This was how the white silk stockings paid special attention to Moon Slave! It sprayed once every minute. Each spray released enough thick aphrodisiac to fill two teacups, ensuring her spiritual palace was constantly occupied by an foreign object. In addition to this violation targeting her greatest weakness, Yu Lingyue was subjected to another, less intense but equally impactful, form of discipline. A spherical gag, fitted with multiple small holes, was fixed between her lovely, pale pink lips. As an artifact, this gag did not require an external strap for fixation; it locked perfectly in place between the White Moon Fairy's lips. Concurrently, this gag artifact possessed the function of drawing in air and injecting it into the mouth. Its exposed holes continuously drew in the aphrodisiac mist from the air in the chamber, and then it sprayed this pink liquid out from the side facing the beauty's mouth. Yu Lingyue would never willingly ingest these potent aphrodisiacs, but under the gag's incessant absorption and spraying, the aphrodisiacs in her mouth increased, eventually exceeding a threshold, and flowed down her throat, integrating into her body, without her consent. She had also tried to push away the detestable gag with her tongue, but her current physical condition was too dire. The last vestiges of strength she could muster had to be dedicated to her delicate, white-silk-clad feet propping up the edge of the pool. Under these circumstances, her delicate tongue could not even contend with the force of the gag spraying mist. Each attempt was repelled by the aphrodisiac mist ejected from the gag! As a result, her resistance not only failed to alleviate the crisis in her mouth but also exposed her soft, fragrant tongue to more aphrodisiacs in the direct spray, making it even more fragile and sensitive… Unable to exert any more force, the White Moon Fairy finally had to abandon this futile resistance, responding to the gag artifact's infusion of aphrodisiacs with silence. A blindfold artifact was also placed on the beauty's face. It completely blocked the wearer's vision and suppressed other sensory abilities. For instance, attempting to use basic divine sense to scan the surroundings would be entirely shielded by this blindfold artifact. With her eyes and numerous sensory abilities sealed off, Yu Lingyue's consciousness inevitably turned to her body's sense of touch, smell, and hearing. Auditorily, she could hear the aphrodisiac flowing through the channels; she could hear the sound of water droplets falling from her exceptionally long, snow-white hair and the tips of her elbows back into the pool below; she could hear her own delicate, erotic gasps under the tightening of the collar and the pressure of the gag… These wet, impacting sounds were like battering rams, constantly assaulting her consciousness, emphasizing her tragic plight as a naked, lustful slave. The beauty's sense of smell was almost rendered useless, as she had not smelled anything other than "sweet" for such a long, long time. An ordinary person would likely be unable to distinguish the scent of sweetness by now, but she could not be immune to these sensations due to damaged bodily functions like an ordinary person! This was not only because of her powerful physique but also because she wished to maintain complete clarity, unwilling to sever even a sliver of her sensory perception for these sensations. The beauty's persistence destined her to tread a thorny path of resistance. However, her olfactory setback was far from the predicament she faced with her sense of touch…

Xu Feng, however, misunderstood her cleanliness, thinking she had douched herself before he arrived. He became even less polite, and after urging Lin Ruoxi to finish, he took a water gun and sprayed her backside vigorously. "Ahhhhhh..." He picked up the large syringe he had prepared, drew a full 2000cc, and injected it all into Lin Ruoxi's rear. "Mmmph... Mmmph mmmph..." Her rear spraying water in this position was extremely draining on her stamina. Lin Ruoxi was panting, but the new, cool enema liquid immediately made her spirit tense up again. Unfortunately, this did not stop Xu Feng. After injecting the full syringe, he reinserted the anal plug, fastened the leather strap, and even pressed down on the plug through the strap, rubbing it. This stimulation made the beauty scream again. The beauty's lower body was still dripping water, her head hung limply, and the white stockings on her legs had become semi-transparent from the soaking. Her slender legs appeared even more fair and tender against the stockings, her slightly curled toes as clear as crystal, evoking pity. Xu Feng was displeased with her lack of spirit. He turned and fetched a set of horse tack and a gag, then walked over to Lin Ruoxi. Although the angle had been adjusted, Lin Ruoxi, even suspended, was only about level with the man's head. He found a small stool to stand on and positioned himself beside the beauty, gently loosening the straps of her ball gag. "Mmmph..." Lin Ruoxi thought he was going to release her mouth and whimpered happily twice. But soon, she realized her joy was in vain. The three straps converged at the top of her nose, sliding down along the sides of her nose to connect with the ball gag positioned horizontally at her mouth, and then continuing downwards to meet under her chin. The strap above would loop over her head, connecting at the back of her head to the straps that horizontally connected to the ball gag. All the straps were tightened, and Lin Ruoxi's entire face was wrapped in leather. The original ball gag was held even tighter, and the strap under her chin was pulled taut, giving her a stronger sense of restraint. The blindfold was not removed either; instead, it was secured even more firmly beneath the straps. Xu Feng then attached a metal nose hook, inserting it into her nostrils. The strap of the nose hook passed through the same small leather loop as the upper straps of the horse tack, finally connecting to the same buckle. The beauty's nostrils were pulled upwards by this lewd device, forcing her to lift her head. However, the position of the nose hook's strap relative to her head was fixed, so she couldn't escape even if she twisted her head away. Finally, Xu Feng threaded a short rope through the semi-circular steel ring sewn onto the top of the horse tack. He forced Lin Ruoxi to maintain a slightly raised head position, connecting and securing the rope to the load-bearing rope behind her. "There, now you look much more energetic, little pig." "Mmmph mmmph..." Lin Ruoxi shook her body in defiance. But now, with her nostrils pulled upwards, her face flushed red, her breathing rapid, and saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth, she truly resembled a lustful sow slave. Xu Feng stepped back a little, tugged at the rope to make Lin Ruoxi spin a few times, observed her appearance, then turned away to fetch two large training candles. He lit them and returned to her side. The pitiable Lin Ruoxi swayed back and forth a few times with the rope, then was pulled to a stop by Xu Feng. She felt the man lightly kiss her face, and then, a burning sensation spread across her chest. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" The beauty screamed. She had lost count of how many times she had screamed tonight. But the wax did not stop dripping because of her screams. Xu Feng manipulated it, letting the wax cover the beauty's entire chest, especially her [X], dripping layer after layer, causing the beauty's painful moans to intensify. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Water Linglong seemed pleased with Su Xue's calm gaze, her smile deepening. She crouched down, her pale fingers gently prying open the hook of the rope binding Su Xue's waist, releasing the buckle of the barbed hook, and tossing the slightly coarse tether aside. Then, she picked up the coil of cyan silk rope in her hand. Her movements were nimble and elegant, as if weaving an exquisite piece of art. She extended her right hand and gently grasped Su Xue's left wrist. Su Xue's wrist was slender yet possessed the inherent strength of a soldier, her skin fair and delicate in the dappled forest light. Water Linglong's fingertips carried a hint of coolness as she very naturally brought Su Xue's left wrist and right wrist together, pressing the skin on the inner sides of both wrists tightly against each other. Her movements were precise and steady, without the slightest hesitation. Next, she secured one end of the cyan silk rope beneath Su Xue's crossed wrists. Then, she began to wind. The rope was extremely fine, yet exceptionally strong, leaving distinct marks on Su Xue's fair wrists. Water Linglong's fingers danced, the rope coiling, coiling, and coiling again, tightly around the bound wrists. Each loop lay flush against the previous one, without any slack or overlap, the winding speed even and fluid. After approximately seven or eight coils, she grasped both ends of the rope. Water Linglong's wrist gave a sudden flick, a forceful tug! "Swish!" The slender yet resilient cyan silk rope instantly tightened! It dug deeply into the skin between Su Xue's crossed wrists! The wrists were bound so tightly that the bones almost seemed to be crushed together! Su Xue's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, her body tensing slightly from the sudden constriction, but no sound escaped her throat, only a suppressed, incredibly faint intake of breath. Water Linglong did not pause. She crossed the two ends of the tightened rope above Su Xue's bound wrists, forming a small loop. Then, her nimble fingers darted rapidly within the crossed loop, threading the ends through, pulling them out, and tying a clever knot – a seemingly complex but actually easily loosened slipknot that could be undone instantly with a gentle pull of the tail. The slipknot resembled an exquisite cyan butterfly, resting on Su Xue's fair wrists, possessing a peculiar, easily controlled beauty. The binding of the wrists was completed in one fluid motion. Water Linglong didn't even glance at Su Xue's expression; her gaze had already shifted to Su Xue's feet. The soldiers of the Xuanji Camp had already tacitly secured Su Xue's ankles. Water Linglong's movements remained fluid. She grasped Su Xue's left ankle and brought it together with her right ankle. Su Xue's ankles were similarly slender and strong. Water Linglong picked up the other end of the cyan silk rope and, using the exact same method: securing the position of the ankles, winding tightly for several coils, pulling taut with force, and finally tying a cyan butterfly-shaped slipknot identical to the one on her wrists. The entire process was dazzlingly fast. From the moment Water Linglong crouched down to Su Xue's wrists and ankles being securely bound by the fine, resilient cyan silk rope, no more than ten breaths had passed. Su Xue was bound upon a thick pile of fallen leaves, her wrists and ankles held fast by the cool silk rope, her body spread out in a star shape. She gazed up at the mottled tree canopy above and the fragmented golden sunlight filtering through the leaves, her eyes remaining as calm as ever. Her earlier struggles had ceased, and her body had relaxed, as if the one being bound was not herself, but some insignificant object. Her gaze calmly swept over the exquisite cyan butterfly knots on her wrists and ankles, observing the material of the rope, the density of the winding, and the construction of the slipknot, as if evaluating the performance of a new type of weapon. Her breathing was steady and deep; only on the skin of her wrists and ankles, constricted by the rope, was there a slight redness indicating the absolute control hidden beneath this seemingly elegant binding. Water Linglong stood up, brushed some fallen leaves from her hands, and looked down at Su Xue, bound amidst the leaves. She admired Su Xue's almost perfect composure, and the image of strength and restraint depicted by the cyan silk rope outlining her wrists and ankles. She extended the tip of her foot, her soft boot adorned with embroidered cyan and blue cloud patterns, and gently tapped Su Xue's bound ankles. "Deputy General Su Xue," Water Linglong's voice carried a hint of lazy amusement, like a breeze rustling through the forest, "our City Lord requests your presence." Her gaze swept over Su Xue's calm, appraising eyes, her smile deepening, "It seems you also think this 'Cyan Butterfly Knot' is tied quite well?"

A crisp snap of knuckles. Shui Linglong's wrists were twisted behind her back at an awkward angle, a sharp ache and numbness radiating from her shoulder blades, forcing her upper body forward until she was almost prostrate on the low table. Leng Yue Frost's body pressed close, her plain white robes brushing against Shui Linglong's cyan gauze dress, an icy aura instantly enveloping her. "City Lord Linglong," Leng Yue Frost's voice was close, carrying a strange, calm blend of ice and fire, "cooperation requires sincerity. Your 'sincerity' should be a complete surrender of your defenses." Her other hand had already slipped into her sleeve, retrieving a silk rope as fine as a spider's thread, yet incredibly strong. The rope shimmered with a soft, pearlescent glow in the candlelight, so fine it was almost invisible. With her wrists bound behind her and her body leaning forward, Shui Linglong's cyan gauze dress accentuated her graceful curves. She panted softly, trying to struggle, but Leng Yue Frost's grip on her wrists was like iron, unyielding. She raised her eyes, her gaze piercing through her scattered hair to meet Leng Yue Frost's face, inches away. The astonishment in her bright eyes quickly faded, replaced by a near-playful cunning, as if she had anticipated this moment but was merely surprised by the speed of the attack. A faint, challenging smile flickered at the corner of her lips. Leng Yue Frost ignored the cunning gaze. Her movements were precise and efficient. Her left hand held Shui Linglong's bound wrists firmly, forcing her palms together and her wrists tightly stacked. Her right hand skillfully unrolled the snow-white silk rope, securing the end beneath Shui Linglong's stacked wrists. The binding began. The snow-white silk rope was extremely slender, yet exceptionally strong. Leng Yue Frost's fingers danced, her movements a blur of speed, yet imbued with an almost artistic elegance. The rope wound around Shui Linglong's fair wrists, circle after circle, tightly. Each loop lay flush against the previous one, with no slack or overlap, wound with extreme density, leaving almost no skin visible, only a fine, woven pattern of snow-white lines. After more than ten wraps, the slender rope had formed a thick, smooth band of restraint. Leng Yue Frost suddenly tightened both ends of the rope! "Swish!" The slender yet strong snow-white silk rope was instantly pulled taut! It dug deeply into the skin of Shui Linglong's stacked wrists! Her wrists were bound so tightly that her bones felt as if they were being crushed together! A powerful, utterly confined tension surged through her entire body. "Mmm..." Shui Linglong let out a soft, nasal grunt. Her body tensed involuntarily against the sudden constriction, her bound wrists behind her instinctively trying to pull away, but held fast by the tightly wound, maximally tightened rope. She could clearly feel the fibers of the rope digging into her skin, causing a sharp, constricting ache and a sense of utter powerlessness in her locked wrists. Leng Yue Frost did not pause. She crossed the tightened ends of the rope above her wrists, then her nimble fingers darted through the loops, pulling, tightening, and tying—a complex, intricate knot, like a tangle of countless ropes, was instantly formed! This knot lacked the fluid grace of Shui Linglong's usual "Azure Butterfly Knot," possessing only a cold, absolute firmness that could not be undone by external force. It was like a solidified snow-white ice flower, firmly affixed to Shui Linglong's bound wrists. The binding of the wrists was completed in one fluid motion. Leng Yue Frost did not release her hold on Shui Linglong's body. She tightened her grip on Shui Linglong's bound wrists again, simultaneously pushing forward with her body! Shui Linglong felt an irresistible force push her backward. With her arms bound behind her, she lost her balance, cried out, and fell backward! "Thump!" Her back landed heavily on the couch on the side of the tent, covered with a thick layer of brocade cushions. The soft cushions instantly absorbed her falling body, creating a sinking sensation. Her wrists, bound behind her, were pressed beneath her, her posture appearing even more passive and humiliated. Her cyan gauze dress spread out, revealing her fair neck, shoulders, and a sliver of delicate collarbone. In the candlelight, she panted softly, her chest rising and falling, her cheeks flushed from her struggle and sudden fall. Her cunning eyes now clearly reflected Leng Yue Frost's towering figure, and her equally impassive, icy gaze. Leng Yue Frost stood by the couch, her gaze calmly sweeping over Shui Linglong, bound at the wrists, in a disheveled yet still defiant posture. She leaned down, her movements natural as she reached for Shui Linglong's ankles, clad in embroidered shoes. Her fingers untied the fastenings of Shui Linglong's shoes, gently removing the delicate soft boots to reveal two pairs of fair, small, and exquisitely shaped jade feet. Shui Linglong's toes curled slightly, as if feeling a touch of discomfort. Leng Yue Frost picked up the other end of the snow-white silk rope. She used the exact same method: one hand gently held Shui Linglong's left ankle, bringing it together with her right; the other hand wound the slender, strong rope around them, again for several tight circles, pulled taut, and finally tied a snow-white ice flower knot identical to the one on her wrists—absolutely secure. The binding of the ankles was complete. But Leng Yue Frost was not finished. She took the end of the rope binding Shui Linglong's ankles and, with natural movements, led it to a carved pillar on the side of the couch. The pillar was carved from a single piece of agarwood, adorned with intricate patterns of frost flowers and plum blossoms. At the base of the pillar was a small copper ring—clearly prepared with care. Leng Yue Frost threaded the end of the rope through the copper ring, pulled it taut, and tied another knot. "Click." The knot settled. Shui Linglong was completely secured to the couch. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her with the snow-white silk rope, her ankles similarly bound and connected via the rope to the carved pillar at the foot of the bed. She lay in a semi-reclined position, enveloped by the brocade cushions, yet unable to make any effective struggle. Her cyan gauze dress was disheveled, outlining alluring curves. The candlelight flickered over her, the snow-white rope creating a strong and sensual visual contrast with her fair skin and cyan fabric. Leng Yue Frost straightened up, surveying her "masterpiece" from above. Shui Linglong's bound posture resembled a blue butterfly caught in a spider's web, yet still possessing a glint of cunning, exuding a beauty and danger of confinement. "City Lord Linglong," Leng Yue Frost's voice remained calm and unwavering, but a faint warmth, like an undercurrent beneath ice, seemed to stir in her cold eyes. "Now, we can discuss true 'sincerity'." She slowly extended her hand, her fingertips cool, and gently brushed over Shui Linglong's bound wrists, feeling the pulse beneath the smooth skin and the tightness of the rope. Shui Linglong panted softly, the flush on her cheeks more pronounced in the candlelight. She met Leng Yue Frost's gaze, a strange light igniting deep within her cunning eyes. The clear sensation of restraint from her bound wrists and ankles, her body fixed on the soft couch, unable to move an inch, brought an unprecedented, subtle tremor. She licked her slightly dry lips, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepening, carrying a lazy, "take me as you will" implication. "City Lord Leng..." Shui Linglong's voice was slightly hoarse from being bound, like crumpled silk. "How should this 'sincerity' be expressed?" Her gaze boldly roamed over Leng Yue Frost's plain white figure, carrying a silent invitation and a deeper challenge. The scent of snow pine and cold plum blossoms in the tent seemed to grow richer, entwining the two of them, enhancing the ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere of this rope-bound intimacy. Leng Yue Frost's fingertips lingered on Shui Linglong's bound wrists for a moment, feeling the accelerated pulse beneath the smooth skin due to the constriction. The fine indentations left by the rope, in the candlelight, resembled exquisite snow-white tattoos, outlining a beauty of confinement. She slowly leaned down, her plain white robes trailing, brushing against Shui Linglong's cyan gauze dress scattered on the brocade, creating a faint rustling sound. The icy aura instantly drew closer. Leng Yue Frost's face neared Shui Linglong's, close enough to see the flickering candlelight in her eyes and the deep meaning of that cunning glint. She did not immediately answer Shui Linglong's provocation, but instead extended her other hand, her fingertips like the gentlest feather, slowly sliding upward along Shui Linglong's arms, bound behind her. Her fingertips traced her firm forearm, feeling the taut elasticity of the muscle beneath the rope. Continuing upward, they glided over her smooth shoulder, finally stopping at the edge of the curve of Shui Linglong's back, slightly arched by her bound posture. Leng Yue Frost's fingertips, cool, passed through the thin cyan gauze, extremely slowly, with a deliberate, scrutinizing pressure, gently tracing and pressing along the rounded contour. Her movements were slow and steady, as if appraising a fragile treasure, feeling the soft texture and shape beneath the fabric.