The Celestial Knot: Bound by the Mortal Coil

Lin Yuan gazed at Ling Yun beneath him, her eyes like silk, shimmering with a watery light that seemed to hold the essence of a spring night's moon. Her lips, a delicate crimson, parted slightly, trembling as broken, pleading moans escaped, soft and weak, yet possessing a deep, bone-piercing allure. Her body would writhe occasionally, then melt like snow in spring, every inch of her skin flushing a seductive pink under the restraints of the pulse ropes. Her voice, her posture, her gaze… all of it stoked the most primal desires of his manhood. A heat surged through Lin Yuan, and his movements in binding her quickened. He twisted Ling Yun's fair, jade-like arms from in front of her to behind her back. Ling Yun offered no resistance, instead yielding to his strength, her arms coming together behind her with practiced ease. Her forearms aligned, palms pressed together, as if folding herself. For an ordinary woman, stiff of bone and sluggish of blood, such a pose would be impossible. But Ling Yun was different. Since her Foundation Establishment, her marrow had been cleansed, nine-tenths of her impurities purged. Her physical body had long surpassed the mundane, her bones not only resilient but supple as willow, her joints incredibly flexible, far beyond that of ordinary mortals. This most demanding posture of the "Jade Maiden Receiving Grace" was, for her, surprisingly smooth and natural. A flicker of astonishment and admiration crossed Lin Yuan's eyes. He swiftly drew a length of pulse rope, shimmering with purple light, and began to bind Ling Yun's clasped forearms, wrapping it around and around, tightly. The rope sank into her skin without causing any injury. Next, he bound her ten slender, jade-like fingers in pairs with finer cords. Thumb to index finger, middle to ring finger, pinky to pinky… the joints interlaced, twisted into knots like a blooming wisteria. Finally, Ling Yun's arms formed an inverted "T" shape behind her back. This was no ordinary "Rear-Hand Guanyin" pose, but the unique "Essence Return Binding" from the "Yin-Yang Restraint," designed to seal the six meridians of the hand – the three yin and three yang – channeling their energy to the Dan Zhong point, laying the foundation for the subsequent union of yin and yang. Viewed from the front, Ling Yun's arms were completely hidden behind her, as if she were born without them, leaving only the curve of her shoulder blades outlined by the purple rope, and her full breasts crisscrossed by the pulse ropes. Then came her legs. Lin Yuan leaned down, his hands reaching for Ling Yun's long, jade-like legs. He slowly folded her right leg, bending the calf backward until her heel touched her buttocks, thigh and calf completely overlapping. The left leg followed suit. He began from the Yong Quan acupoint on the sole of her foot, the origin of the Kidney Meridian and the source of yin energy. He wrapped the pulse rope around and around, pressing against her skin, all the way up to the Chong Men acupoint at the root of her thigh, securely binding the entire folded leg. The other leg was treated in the same manner. Then, with a surge of strength, he gently pulled her two legs, now like jade pillars, apart to the sides. Finally, her legs were stretched out in a straight line with her body, forming a horizontal "I". Her folded torso and her splayed legs together formed a massive inverted "T". This was the ultimate form of "Jade Maiden Receiving Grace," the macrocosm and microcosm resonating with each other. The "T" of her arms behind her back represented the microcosm, governing the return of the six meridians of the hand. The "T" of her legs stretched out in front represented the macrocosm, governing the unimpeded flow of the six meridians of the foot. Together, they achieved the union of heaven and earth, the inversion of yin and yang. Bound completely into this form, Ling Yun felt the true qi within her, as if drawn by an invisible force, begin to circulate autonomously along the pathways of the macrocosm and microcosm. The true qi flowed along the acupoints connected by the pulse ropes, like rivers surging and stars revolving. Every inch of skin wrapped by the rope sent waves of tingling and itching, like countless tiny currents coursing through her meridians. Even before the dual cultivation had begun, she could clearly feel a faint arousal flowing with the pulse ropes. This arousal stemmed from the resonance of qi, bringing comfort wherever it touched, as if every cell was cheering, yet it was unbearably itchy, like thousands of ants crawling beneath her skin. She longed to writhe, to let the pulse ropes rub more deeply against her most sensitive areas, to alleviate the bone-deep itch and numbness, but she could not move. The purple ropes had already locked every inch of her muscle, every bone, firmly in place. She could only passively endure this dual baptism of heaven, earth, and lust. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she let out a seductive, pained plea: "Lin Lang… quickly… quickly… Yun'er… can't take it anymore…" Her voice was broken, as if in great agony. Her body, bound by the purple ropes, glistened with beads of sweat, like a white lotus blooming in a downpour, breathtakingly beautiful, yet heartbreakingly fragile. Lin Yuan swiftly shed his clothes and knelt before Ling Yun, saying softly, "Yun'er… I'm here."

At that very moment, she felt a pair of small, warm hands gently grasp her arms. The touch sent a slight tremor through her body, and goosebumps instantly prickled her skin. Those small hands lifted her arms from her sides, slowly pulling them behind her. Murong Zhi offered no resistance, allowing the nimble hands to cross her arms behind her back, then stretch them outwards. Jing Ji, while adjusting her posture, praised in her broken Chinese, "Niang niang de... jade arms... beautiful... supple." This was no exaggeration. Murong Zhi's arms were indeed exceptionally flexible. Having practiced martial arts since childhood at the Heavenly Sword Sect, her daily stretching, leg splits, and contortions had never ceased. Her physical conditioning far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, especially the elasticity of her joints and muscles, which reached a level unattainable by most. This allowed her to execute many incredible sword techniques. Jing Ji seemed to know this as well, and thus she was unsparing, pulling Murong Zhi's arms behind her back to their absolute limit. Utilizing Murong Zhi's own flexibility, as if weaving a work of art, she twisted and tightened her arms, ultimately causing Murong Zhi's two jade hands to emerge from either side of her lower back, with half her wrists exposed from her waist. Her arms were twisted to the extreme, creating a sensation that was both painful and eerily beautiful. Even as she subconsciously channeled the true qi flowing within her dantian to protect her shoulder and elbow joints, she still felt waves of intense, dislocation-like numbness and distension in her arms. It was as if her arms no longer belonged to her, their control completely stripped away, utterly subjugated by the ropes. And this was the terrifying aspect of Jing Ji. From childhood, she had been immersed in the art of rope bondage, studying under the most renowned rope masters in the East. Her life had been almost entirely spent in the states of "being bound" and "binding." Her mastery of ropes, her understanding of the human body's structure, and her grasp of pain and pleasure had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Even with the most ordinary hemp rope, she could bind a woman with profound internal energy and formidable martial arts skills, rendering her immobile like a puppet, utterly lost in the abyss of restraint. She had once bound the most mysterious and legendary female ninja of Fusang, Bai Hu Qian Xue, for several days with nothing but hemp rope, leaving her unable to escape. That ninja possessed heavenly ninja skills, capable of burrowing underground, becoming invisible, and transforming into smoke. Yet, under Jing Ji's bondage, she became like a snake with its sinews removed, completely losing all power to resist. She struggled for a full two days. Finally, she ceased struggling, prostrated herself, and wept, willingly submitting at Jing Ji's feet. From then on, she willingly followed her, revering her as the "Binding Goddess." In Fusang, the way of the rope was not merely a skill but a spiritual practice akin to religion. And Jing Ji was the supreme inheritor of this ancient art. Apart from her teacher, who had long since retired to the mountains and withdrawn from worldly affairs, she was the undisputed number one rope master in the East, a "Binding Princess" admired by countless practitioners of the rope arts. At this moment, the bundle of pink hemp rope in her hands seemed to possess a life of its own, like two agile pink snakes, flitting and weaving across Murong Zhi's jade-like fair skin. With each tightening of the rope, there was a subtle yet distinct friction sound between the hemp and her skin. The rough fibers scraped against her delicate flesh, bringing waves of indescribable itching and stinging. Deprived of sight by the blindfold, Murong Zhi's other senses were amplified infinitely. The sensation of the ropes rubbing against her skin was magnified in her mind. What was originally a subtle itch now felt like a thousand ants crawling beneath her skin, or like electric currents coursing through her veins, causing her entire body to tremble and her skin to itch uncontrollably. Her current state was akin to a rabbit whose ears were firmly held, its limbs securely immobilized, suspended in mid-air with a sense of utter powerlessness. Even though a sliver of defiance remained in her heart, her body had completely betrayed her will, leaving her to passively endure the torment of the ropes and the bombardment of her senses. Jing Ji's binding was incredibly swift, her movements fluid and seamless, without a single pause, executed in one continuous flow. It was as if she wasn't binding but painting with ropes. In just a few dozen breaths, the long pink hemp rope had wrapped Murong Zhi's upper body into a pose of striking visual impact and artistic beauty. The ropes slanted down from her shoulders, crossed in front of her chest, creating a deep cleavage, and then wove into an intricate net structure behind her back, locking her arms tightly behind her. Finally, a delicate bow was tied just above her collarbone, like a unique brand on this human work of art. Next, she swiftly drew two more long pink hemp ropes from her sleeve. With practiced skill, she knelt between Murong Zhi's legs, stretching her knees forcefully to either side until a faint "crack" was heard from her hip joints. Then, in an "M" spread-leg position, she tightly wound the hemp ropes, circle after circle, from the base of her thighs all the way to her ankles. Each loop was cinched so tightly that her lower legs appeared fused to her thighs. This was not only to provide maximum convenience for the emperor who was about to engage in intercourse but also a more stringent form of restraint. This "M" spread-leg bind severely restricted the movement of her hip joints, leaving her legs wide open and her most secret parts completely exposed. Combined with the intricate binding of her upper body, even with Murong Zhi's profound internal energy cultivated through the Heavenly Sword Sect's supreme techniques, she could now only slightly twist her waist and toes, unable to make any substantial move to resist. Her body, bound by the pink hemp ropes, was in a state of extreme tension, at the brink of its limits. The range of motion in all her joints was stretched to the maximum. She attempted to secretly circulate her true qi, trying to break free with her powerful internal energy. However, as soon as the qi flowed through her meridians, it hit an invisible dam. To her horror, she discovered that all the major acupoints on her body, such as Jianjing, Quchi, Huantiao, and Fengshi, were precisely and firmly pressed down by the ropes. These knots, originally meant only to secure her body, now acted like invisible fingers, precisely sealing her vital energy channels. This prevented the true qi from flowing smoothly, forcibly suppressing it within her dantian and a few secondary meridians, rendering it immobile. This made her look at the seemingly delicate Eastern woman before her with newfound respect. Clearly, Jing Ji's year in Da Yong, after coming from Fusang, was not solely for learning etiquette and the Han language. She had thoroughly mastered the secret techniques of acupoint striking and meridian blocking circulating in the martial arts world of Da Yong, and skillfully integrated their essence into her rope techniques. Although ropes could not precisely strike acupoints like fingers, through specific binding structures, knot pressure, and tension distribution, she had managed to simulate the effect of blocking acupoints and sealing meridians through "binding acupoints," effectively sealing a top master. Murong Zhi's upper body, starting from her slender, fair neck and extending downwards to her flat, firm abdomen, every inch of her skin was meticulously and symmetrically wrapped by the supple yet highly tensile pink hemp rope.

Li Yuan sat back in his chair, his head tilted to one side, eyes half-closed, mumbling indistinctly, "Miss... aren't you going to undress... or do you want Li to... help you? Heh heh..." He chuckled lewdly, his hand reaching for his belt, feigning a drunken state. Qin Se's fingertips lightly hooked the ties of her gauze dress, her movements deliberately slow. While appearing shy and overwhelmed, she was actually using the opportunity to observe Li Yuan's every move. Though he seemed intoxicated, the hand resting on his knee had slightly tensed knuckles, his pulse steady, and his breathing heavy but not disordered. This man was not drunk, or at least... not completely drunk. Layer by layer, the outer gauze was shed, gradually revealing her snow-white shoulders. As the light gauze fell to the floor, she was left in only a thin, silk undergarment, like a cicada's wing, outlining her delicate curves. Her waist was slender, her breasts subtly rising, and her panties clung to her hips, accentuating their full curve. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Li Yuan swayed unsteadily, opened it, and took the object from the servant boy's arms. His back was to Qin Se, his eyes filled with triumph. After the servant closed the door, he walked towards Qin Se. He was holding several bundles of coarse hemp rope, a pair of leather handcuffs, a set of bell nipple clamps, a thin rattan whip, and a small bottle of clear oil. All were implements commonly used in brothels for foreplay and teasing. He approached Qin Se, his eyes filled with lecherous intent. Qin Se's heart suddenly jolted. She had never expected him to bring out ropes. Was he going to bind her? Or had he already seen through her identity and set a trap? She suppressed her rising panic, quickly adopting a look of terror. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her voice quivering, "Lord Li... why... why have you brought these things? This servant... this servant has never seen them before..." Li Yuan grinned, his eyes hazy with drink, yet holding a playful glint. "Miss Qin... don't be afraid... these... these are common items for flirting in brothels... Once you try them, you'll... like them..." As he spoke, he tossed the items in his hand onto the bed. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her slender wrist. Qin Se's body stiffened, killing intent surging within her, almost making her counter-grip his pulse point. But in an instant, she calmed herself. No... he's testing me. At the banquet, he had repeatedly probed her background and habits, asking if she practiced martial arts, his words laced with suspicion. If she resisted now, she would reveal herself. She bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears, appearing wronged and helpless. Finally, she submissively brought her arms behind her back. Li Yuan's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards. Li Yuan's action was also to test Qin Se, to see if she truly harbored any ill intentions towards him. If she resisted, it would surely expose her. Fortunately, through their conversation at the banquet, Qin Se had realized Li Yuan suspected her and guessed he might be testing her, so she didn't resist. She thought that ordinary hemp ropes used in brothels would be easy for her to break free from. Regardless of whether she was bound or not, as long as she could make Li Yuan lower his guard, she could eliminate him then. To avoid arousing Li Yuan's suspicion, Qin Se completely suppressed the true qi flowing within her, disguising herself as a weak woman with no ability to resist, letting him do as he pleased. When her arms were twisted behind her, she let them tremble and whimpered, begging for mercy, her voice as delicate as fallen flowers in the wind, tears welling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. She struggled and writhed her slender waist, intermittently pleading, "Lord Li... please... this servant is afraid... truly afraid... don't do this to this servant..." But Li Yuan only sneered, his eyes devoid of pity. Instead, her pleas made him more excited. He didn't use a common binding method, but rather the "five-flower knot" used in the military to deal with prisoners. First, he forcefully twisted her arms behind her back, threading the hemp rope crisscrossed through her elbows and tightening it layer by layer. Then, he passed the rope back under her shoulder blades, tightly binding her upper and lower arms, rendering her completely unable to exert force. Her shoulder joints were forcibly locked, making even wiggling her fingers difficult. Next, he folded her legs at the back of her knees and the root of her thighs, bringing her calves tightly against her thighs. He then wound the thick rope around them, circle by circle, until her legs were bound into two stiff jade pillars. Finally, he pulled the ends of the rope towards the iron rings on either side of the bed and tightened them forcefully, securing the knot. In this way, Qin Se's back was pressed tightly against the bed, her chest pushed forward, her legs forced open, the insides of her knees facing upwards. Her vulva and anus were completely exposed without any covering, her gateway wide open. She continued to beg for mercy, but Li Yuan found her noisy. He took out a pear-shaped gag made of ebony from his embrace. The front was smooth, and the back had a strap. He roughly pried open her cherry lips and shoved the gag deep into her mouth, forcing her jaw open, then tied it securely behind her head. In an instant, all her pleas turned into muffled "wuwu" sounds, but she could no longer speak. Li Yuan looked with satisfaction at her bound, immobile form, thinking that even if she were a wrongdoer and could break free from the ropes, he would still have time to react. He let out a lecherous laugh and reached out, tearing Qin Se's remaining undergarment. The fabric ripped with a "hiss," and two high, full, snow-white breasts sprang out. Her areolas were tender, and her nipples quivered slightly. He then proceeded to pull down her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed black forest and a tender, moist cleft. He quickly stripped off his own clothes, revealing his well-built physique, and then lunged forward. With one hand, he fiercely grabbed her left breast, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, kneading and pulling. He then took her right nipple into his mouth, licking it with his tongue, biting it lightly, and sucking with wet, smacking sounds. His other hand had already slid down to her lower body. Two fingers unceremoniously parted her labia and probed into the warm, wet slit. His fingertips stirred wantonly within the passage, digging at her clit, rubbing her clitoris, forcing her body to tremble violently. Qin Se gritted her teeth against the gag, tears shimmering in her eyes, killing intent surging within her like a volcano, almost bursting out. But she suppressed it fiercely. Not only did she not resist, but she also responded to his actions, emitting intermittent, melodious "wuwu" moans from her throat. Her waist twisted slightly, her vagina contracting, as if lost in lust. Her original plan had completely failed. She had intended to get close to Li Yuan and assassinate him, but Li Yuan had been prepared and set this trap to test her. Now, she could only activate her second plan: endure his humiliation and wait until he reached his peak and his guard was down. Then, she would suddenly unleash her internal energy, shatter the ropes, and kill him with a single palm strike to his heart, ensuring a swift death. She was now a broken flower, a fallen petal. To her, this body was merely a tool for revenge. The mere physical humiliation was as light as dust compared to the hatred for the annihilation of her clan. As long as she could personally kill her enemy, she was willing to descend into hell and experience all kinds of humiliation and torment.

She had already taken the "Severing Joy Powder," and all she needed was to play along, feigning moans of pleasure and an ecstatic facade to lull him into a false sense of security. When he was fully consumed, that would be her moment to take his wretched life. Li Yuan pulled Qin Se's arms behind her back, binding her upper body tightly with the military's "Dragon's Snare." The ropes coiled and tightened, biting into her flesh, forcing her ample breasts to bulge upwards, deepening the cleavage and making each breath a struggle. He then bound her legs together, from the thighs down to her ankles. Li Yuan laid her horizontally in the center of the bed, her head hanging over the edge, her neck arched back. He unbuckled his belt, withdrew his massive cock, and aimed it at Qin Se's tender lips, thrusting it in with brutal force. Qin Se instinctively clamped her lips shut, her head twisting from side to side, refusing to let the disgusting thing enter her mouth. Li Yuan sneered. With one hand, he suddenly gripped her slender neck, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp for air without killing her. With the other, he roughly tore at her undergarments, seizing one of her full breasts and squeezing it hard. A suffocating sensation washed over her instantly, and Qin Se's vision darkened. After only a few dozen breaths, she was forced to open her mouth. The colossal shaft slid in, plunging deep into her throat, pressing against her esophagus, stretching her entire mouth to its limit, leaving no room for air. A foul stench of urine immediately filled her mouth. She wanted to vomit but couldn't, only able to struggle violently. Yet, Li Yuan still held her neck, only loosening his grip slightly, leaving her teetering on the brink of life and death. "Mmm...呜..." A pained whimper escaped her throat, tears streaming uncontrollably. She had never imagined he would be so ruthless from the start, wishing she could bite off that cock and sever it. But her reason told her it wasn't time yet; she had to endure. The massive cock thrashed wildly in her mouth, each thrust penetrating deep into her throat. The intense sensation of suffocation drowned her, as if death were slowly approaching. Bound and unable to move, she could only writhe helplessly, but all her struggles were in vain. Just as her pupils began to dilate, the hand on her neck suddenly loosened slightly. She gasped a breath of air, like a drowning person rescued. But after a moment, the hand tightened again, the suffocating sensation returning like a venomous snake, cycling endlessly. This was Li Yuan's tried-and-true interrogation technique, "breath-stopping interrogation." He had mastered the pressure, ensuring it wouldn't be fatal but would break a person through extreme fear and pain. Now, he was applying this art to sexual intercourse, purely to savor the thrill of controlling life and death. Before long, Qin Se's body convulsed, her bladder losing control. A warm liquid flowed down her bound legs, gushing from beneath her sheer gauze dress, soaking the bedspread and spreading a large dark stain across the brocade. She had lost control of her bladder, but Li Yuan only laughed more maniacally. The hand on her neck tightened even further, and his thrusts became more brutal, his glans repeatedly slamming against the back of her throat. "Tsk, tsk, Miss Qin... peed yourself?" he whispered with a sinister grin, his gaze sweeping over her soiled hem, his eyes igniting with an even fiercer lust. He withdrew his cock, and Qin Se coughed violently, a mixture of saliva and stomach bile spewing from her lips as her chest heaved. Li Yuan flipped Qin Se over, positioning her upper body prone on the embroidered bed, her legs resting on the edge of the bed, her bare feet on the cold floor. Her buttocks were raised high, revealing the faint outline of her anus between her buttocks, and the slick, wet slit that was now bleeding. Li Yuan took out a smooth, oiled dildo, about two fingers thick and half a foot long, with a rounded tip. He smeared it with the fluid dripping from Qin Se's nether regions, then slowly pushed it towards her tightly clenched anus. The pressure of the foreign object made Qin Se's entire body stiffen. She instinctively clenched her buttocks, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "No... don't put it there... please..." But Li Yuan's eyes were cold and sharp; he was unmoved. Instead, he increased the pressure, adding more lubricant, and continued to thrust forward. As the tip slid in, the shaft penetrated inch by inch, the intestinal walls gripping the foreign object, bringing an intense feeling of fullness and tearing. Qin Se let out uncontrollable moans. The rod-like object was pushed all the way in until it reached the depths of her intestines, stopping there. A sliver of its end protruded, trembling slightly with her breath. An unprecedented, alien sensation exploded in her mind, and she couldn't distinguish between shame and despair. Before she could recover, Li Yuan aimed his massive cock at the wet slit, his hips sinking as he forcefully thrust in. With her rear already stretched, the internal space was compressed, and the flesh walls tightened inward. The already thick cock appeared even more monstrous. The penetration was agonizingly slow. The sensation of being filled in both orifices brought Qin Se a strange sense of pleasure. She shook her head from side to side, repeatedly crying out, "No... no..." Just then, a gag was shoved back into her mouth, and a piece of black silk quickly blindfolded her, plunging her into instant darkness. Qin Se, disregarding her own discomfort, felt her heart sink. Not being able to see would greatly increase the difficulty of her assassination attempt on Li Yuan. But before she could ponder further, Li Yuan pressed his entire body down, his chest against her back, his arms encircling her waist, and began to move slowly. Because of the long rod in her rear, the resistance of his thrusts was immense, and the pace was not fast. Yet, each thrust was like plowing a field, the long rod vibrating inside her intestines, creating a terrifying tidal wave of pleasure from both inside and out. Even though she had taken the Severing Joy Powder, its effects suppressing most of her desire, the pleasure still crashed over her like a tidal wave, wave after wave, assaulting her sanity. Li Yuan, meanwhile, let out continuous roars of pleasure. He was born with a massive cock; ordinary women would be crying and begging for mercy within half an incense stick's time, and few could last half an hour. But this Qin Se had lasted a full hour beneath him last time before passing out. Her seductive figure, her voluptuous breasts and hips, and her innate allure ignited his lust, making him more vigorous with each thrust. His pace quickened from slow to rapid, his hips pounding like war drums, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing incessantly. After another incense stick's time, Qin Se completely collapsed. Her muffled cries of "呜呜" were incessant, her bound body convulsing violently. Urine and fluid sprayed outwards with each thrust of the giant cock. Li Yuan continued to ride her relentlessly. Li Yuan's arms suddenly tightened, lifting her entire body off the edge of the bed, forcing Qin Se's upper body to arch backward. He grabbed her breasts, his hips moving like a violent storm, thrusting into her and making her body sway back and forth. The immense fullness of his cock in her vagina, combined with the pressure of the long rod in her rear, created an internal and external assault, like two massive waves simultaneously washing over her consciousness. Qin Se was like a lone boat in a raging sea, tossed about by the waves. All thoughts of revenge for her family, of assassination, of dignity, vanished in the instant her body was utterly conquered. At this moment, her world consisted only of this cock, this colossal object that filled her, dominated her. It was the sole meaning of her existence, bringing her an ineffable ecstasy. Waves of pleasure surged, but due to the effects of the Severing Joy Powder, she could never reach the peak. It was like a desperately thirsty person seeing water but unable to drink, pain and pleasure twisting into one. She could only whimper and tremble in endless torment.

He slowly rose and approached Yu Xiao, extending his right index finger to gently touch her lower abdomen. Though his fingertip was cold, it sent a jolt through Yu Xiao's body like a branding iron. Her muscles tensed instantly, her breath catching in her throat. Nangong Wen's deep, playful voice, laced with a smile but devoid of warmth, echoed in her ears, "Do you like... being tied like this?" Yu Xiao bit down hard on the gag, a suppressed whimper rumbling in her throat. She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, refusing to answer, refusing to acknowledge the pleasure that was quietly blossoming within her. Seeing this, Nangong Wen's smile deepened, but his fingers did not stop. They slowly moved up her flat, firm abdomen, tracing the indentation of her navel before traveling to the pair of high, full breasts. His palm pressed against the flesh, his fingers closing into a grip, seizing the firm, erect peaks. His thumb and index finger pinched the nipples, beginning to gently twist and knead. Yu Xiao's entire body convulsed. She tried to struggle, but the ropes held her fast, leaving her only able to tremble. Her nipples, already cherry-red and swollen from the stimulation of the ropes, rapidly engorged under his ministrations, growing larger and harder, like fresh, tender dates, standing proudly atop her breasts, quivering slightly. Nangong Wen let out a low, satisfied chuckle. He withdrew a delicate silver nipple clamp from his robes, its jaws fitted with tiny protrusions. He cupped one of the swollen, red nipples and slowly brought the clamp from the base, closing it tightly. "Ugh!" Yu Xiao let out a muffled cry! The clamp bit into the base of her nipple, sending a sharp sting, followed by an intense pressure. Blood was trapped within the nipple, causing it to swell even further, its sensitivity doubling. Next, the other nipple was clamped, both breasts now held high and trembling slightly with her breaths. Nangong Wen then produced two more small clamps and attached them to her earlobes. With another gesture, he produced two thin silver hooks, which he gently hooked onto the small wings of her nostrils and pulled back. Her nose tip was pulled upwards, a wave of shame washing over her. Thus, all her sensitive points were restrained. Finally, Nangong Wen took out a length of hemp rope. He tied a loop around her waist, and the end of the rope slowly slid down between her hot, wet thighs, pressing against her slick lips, and then against her already engorged clitoris. He then brought it around her lower back, to the loop, and with a sharp tug, pulled! "Wuuu!!!" Yu Xiao's entire body felt as if struck by lightning! The hemp rope dug deeply into the soft flesh of her vulva, pressing her clitoris tightly, bringing an overwhelming sensation of pressure and tingling. It felt as if a finger was relentlessly rubbing her deepest core

The woodshed was damp and cold, a musty odor mingling with the scent of rotten wood and straw. Feng Hanyi was confined within a rusty iron cage, a thin layer of straw beneath her. She lay prostrate, her limbs bound tightly by ropes soaked in lard. Her wrists were tied behind her back, the ropes threading under her armpits and cinching tight, her elbows pressed together in a "butterfly bind." Her legs were spirally wrapped from the thighs to the ankles, her knees forced inward and folded together. A wad of rags was stuffed into her mouth, secured by a white cloth tied tightly at the back of her head, rendering her silent. She scanned her surroundings. Apart from a pile of firewood in the corner, the room was bare. Her mind raced, searching for a way to escape, but with her current cultivation, her internal energy was insufficient to break the specially treated ropes. She struggled until exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted into a semi-conscious state. After an unknown period, the door creaked open. Chu Yi entered, carrying an oil lamp. He cast a cold glance at her, unlocked the cage, and roughly pulled her out, carrying her in his arms as he strode away. Soon after, she was unceremoniously dumped into a room that was utterly incongruous with the rough surroundings of the Fierce Tiger Gang, landing on a bed. The room resembled a maiden's boudoir: a carved wooden bed, embroidered curtains hanging low, an incense burner emitting a faint, delicate fragrance. Paintings of court ladies adorned the walls, and a celadon vase sat on a table. The subtle scent of incense was a stark contrast to the crudeness of the Fierce Tiger Gang. Chu Yi tossed her onto the bed. Her head still felt fuzzy. She sensed a soft, warm body beside her and quickly turned her head. To her surprise, Zhou Li was also lying on the bed, bound just as tightly. Her arms were tied behind her, her legs folded with her feet pressed against her buttocks. Fine ropes were wrapped around her layer by layer, not even sparing her fingers. A rag was stuffed in her mouth, and her large eyes blinked, watching Feng Hanyi. Seeing Zhou Li unharmed, Feng Hanyi's heart eased. She let out a few muffled whimpers, wanting to ask if she had been violated. Before the question could form, her buttocks were sharply

Prince Wang, seeing the moment was ripe, curled his lips into a smile. With a sudden surge of strength, he yanked the red rope, pulling Lingyun violently towards him. Her mouth gaped open as his cock plunged in with a wet thud, the glans lodging just before her teeth, hot, fetid breath flooding her mouth. Instinctively, she resisted, her cheeks puffing out, her tongue pushing

Her arms were not bound behind her neck as they had been yesterday, but crossed behind her back, her right arm pressing down on her left, palms cupping the opposite elbows, forming a butterfly tie. Ito Taku then used a thin rope to wind around her wrists, tightening it with each loop, locking her fingers and forearms securely, leaving only her thumbs unbound. Ito Taku pulled out a special golden hemp rope, no thicker than a strand of hair, and wound it around the base of both thumbs. He then pulled the thumbs towards the center, the rope taut like a bowstring, forcing her thumbs to bend inward, unable to splay or extend, completely immobilizing even the slightest twitch! Feng Hanyi thought her upper body was finally bound, but Ito Taku let out a cold laugh and drew two thinner butter-yellow hemp ropes from his sleeve. The ends were fashioned into nooses, and they dropped from either side of her neck, like a forked serpent, slowly descending towards her prominent breasts. Her heart pounded in terror, and she could no longer maintain her composure. Her lips parted slightly, intending to shout a protest. But the moment her cherry-red lips parted, a very fine hemp rope around her neck suddenly tightened. The rope, unbeknownst to her, had already been wrapped around her neck three times, the knot hidden behind her hair. As she opened her mouth, the thin rope constricted, making her gasp for breath, her vision darkening. She quickly closed her mouth, and the rope loosened slightly. Ito Taku glanced at her and sneered, "Little beauty… don't struggle. The more you move, the tighter the rope gets." Feng Hanyi's rage burned within her, her eyes nearly spitting fire. Though her upper body was bound, her legs were still free. She suddenly lifted her right leg, intending to kick the short man in the face. But the instant her calf began to rise, two hard objects forcefully penetrated her vulva and anus, a tingling current exploding from her lower body. She trembled violently, her leg strength vanishing, her knees buckling as she nearly fell to her knees. As it turned out, Ito Taku had been prepared. He had secretly tied a rope to the main rope behind her waist, with two hard knots the size of walnuts in the middle. One knot was in front, pressing deep into her vagina, and the other was at the rear, pressing against her anus. He then used a thin rope to securely tie this rope to the thin rope between her thumbs behind her back. This way, when she lifted her leg, the rope would pull, and the two hard knots would fiercely grind against her vulva and anus, striking her like lightning. Feng Hanyi's body had been previously trained by the Fierce Tiger Gang, and under this ingenious mechanism, she ignited at the slightest touch, completely unable to resist. Her nipples instantly swelled like red dates, pushing up her thin silk undergarments, the blush visible through the sheer fabric. Her nether regions also lost control, her arousal fluid wanting to surge out in waves. The tiny barbs on the surface of the surrounding hemp ropes felt like a thousand tiny brushes, gently caressing every inch of her skin, causing a strange sense of comfort, as if being slowly stroked by a lover's fingertips… This filled her with shame and fury. Her legs instinctively clamped together, trying to prevent the warm flow from escaping, but the tighter she squeezed, the deeper the rope knots in her crotch pressed. Ito Taku took in Feng Hanyi's subtle reactions. Her nipples were engorged like ripe cherries, a distinct wet patch visible on her underwear. Her breathing was shallow, suppressed by the neck rope, her chest heaving violently. Her eyes were hazy, her lips biting her lower lip, yet she stubbornly refused to make a sound. This defiance only excited him further, his fingertips trembling. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "That's right… beauty, just enjoy it." With that, he tightened the rope in his hand, tying a secure knot at the base of the loop around her nipples. The force was precise enough not to harm the tender flesh, yet made them protrude even more due to the engorgement. He then brought the end of the rope back behind her and tied it securely to the thin rope connecting her thumbs. Instantly, her nipples felt like bowstrings pulled taut by an invisible hand. As long as she tried to clamp her legs, her thumbs would exert force, and her nipples would be pulled upwards. Even the slightest tremor caused her nipple flesh to quiver. Under such exquisite rope control, her nipples, already as red as dates, swelled further, their color deepening from pink to dark red. Crystal clear dew seeped from their tips, shimmering like jewels under the light. Under the gaze of thousands, her body gradually betrayed her will. Sensations of pleasure surged through her like a tide, washing over her consciousness. Her body felt weak and limp, her nerves tingling as if countless hands were kneading her nipples, digging into her vagina, and licking her anus. The pleasure was so intense she felt like she would melt, wanting to cry out loudly. But her remaining reason told her this was a performance on stage, under the eyes of the public. She gritted her teeth tightly, refusing to let out even a single sound. Yet, the more she suppressed it, the more the pleasure built up within her, like boiling magma. The warm current in her lower body had already reached its depths, only a sliver away from erupting. This filled her with such shame that she nearly fainted. In front of thousands of eyes, she was about to lose control and climax due to the rope bondage! Seeing her coiled like a cooked shrimp, her eyes unfocused and her legs trembling, Ito Taku smiled with satisfaction. He slowly took out another bundle of hemp ropes from his embrace, preparing to bind her legs with the Eight-Layered Lotus Twist. But at that moment, a roar of beastly gasps and moans erupted from the audience! The spectators had already lost control – when had they ever witnessed such extreme rope artistry? The towering mounds of her breasts, the red nipples constricted by thin ropes, the large rope knots deeply embedded between her legs – each element ignited a primal fire of desire! A wealthy merchant from the Great Yong could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed the female companion beside him, pressed her onto his lap, tore open her skirt, and pulled out his already iron-hard erection. He thrust it directly into the woman's core, thrusting vigorously in public. The woman shrieked, twisting her body, moaning loudly. On the other side, a northern chieftain embraced two dancers, his hands working on both sides, kneading breasts and probing vaginas, roaring with laughter. More people simply unbuckled their belts, pulled out their thick, long phalluses, and began to stroke them up and down. While the customs in the north and the Great Yong differed, these uncivilized tribes were inherently less inhibited about sexual matters, and seeing them openly was not considered shameful. However, this scene of thousands of spectators masturbating was a first. In her daze, Feng Hanyi sensed the thousands of bloodshot eyes fixed on her, hands sliding up and down their lower bodies. Some in luxurious attire also stared intently at her, some furiously riding their female companions, others forcing the women to hold their erect phalluses in their mouths and thrust wildly. However, what was more terrifying was that amidst the humiliation of being watched by thousands, her body became increasingly sensitive, as if every nerve had been amplified a hundredfold. The audience's gasps, the sounds of masturbation, the moans and cries – all transformed into electric currents that directly struck her clitoris. The warm current in her lower body had already gone out of control, making soft popping sounds, continuously surging from the depths of her core, soaking through her thin silk underwear, and sliding down the seams of her vulva, thoroughly drenching the two rope knots in her crotch. The rope knots absorbed the moisture and expanded, further stimulating her lower body. Even the slightest touch brought deeper friction and pleasure. She could clearly feel the nectar dripping slowly from the edges of the rope knots, falling onto the stage, leaving a trail of debauchery. Ito Taku's lips curved into a perverse smile. He remained unhurried, like a master adding the final strokes, and began to bind her legs. He wound thin hemp ropes around her thighs, securing them in four sections: upper thigh, above the knee, mid-calf, and ankle. Each section was tightened with a cross-stitch, forcing her legs to lock as if clamped by iron, rendering them immobile. Then, he suddenly exerted force, bending her lower legs backward, her heels pressing against her buttocks. He then wound the main rope around her knee bends, tying them tightly to her thighs, forming a butterfly fold. He adjusted the length of the rope from the iron hook above her head, forcing her to kneel with her body straight, head slightly tilted back, and buttocks raised high. Finally, he dealt with her soft, jade-like feet. He brought them together, soles touching, toes pointed, and then wound a thin rope around the soles, locking both big toes securely. The end of the rope was then tied to the thin rope connecting her thumbs behind her back. At this point, the entire network of ropes formed a cycle. Her fingers, nipples, vagina, anus, and feet were all controlled by the same web of ropes. A single pull on one part sent ripples through the entire system. The entire binding process took the time of a stick of incense. She had been completely transformed into a living sculpture of rope art. Ito Taku stepped back two paces, admiring his masterpiece. Seeing her trembling all over, her face flushed, her nectar flowing, yet not uttering a single sound, he felt a flicker of admiration for her. This woman's fortitude was rare. But he was not a man to cherish beauty; admiration was merely a prelude to more thorough destruction. He let out a cold laugh, suddenly hooked a finger through the thin rope on Feng Hanyi's left nipple, and gave it a gentle tug. Feng Hanyi's body began to slowly rotate. Under the intense stimulation of her nipples, a soft moan finally escaped her nostrils. "Mmmh..." This voice, seductive to the bone, immediately made the audience below, who were already masturbating, lose all control. A wave of male groans erupted from the audience.