Tivat Continent Beauty Hunting Program Volume 1

The first volume has concluded, with 10 chapters + an extra. Barbara’s eyes scanned the boy with apprehension as she helped the woman adjust her disheveled clothes and hair. Then, she followed the boy out of the room, maintaining a distance. "You know I won't stand by and watch you torment my sister… are you going to tie me up again?" "Not that extreme. Didn't you see the handcuffs in the corner? I'll just secure you there. Or I could lock you in the next room. There are plenty of ways. You're in my hands now, aren't you still at my mercy?" "...You're right." "Whatever you want to do, we can't resist…" Looking at the shackles in the corner, Barbara’s face flushed and paled. The feeling of being unable to control her own fate, even being able to watch her beloved sister be tormented by the boy, made her unable to look away. She walked to the first cell, closed her eyes, and approached the shackles. "Blindfold me too…" "I… I don't want to watch you torment Sister Gothlinde…" Changye walked up to Barbara and used handcuffs to secure her hands and feet to the corner. He gently stuffed a white ball gag into her mouth and tied it tight behind her head. Shaking his head, he said, "But I do~" (To be continued~) Chapter 09 1.2 The Chapter of Notes (Part 5) The Cold Nun Changye slowly walked back to the second box placed on the ground. He gently stroked its hard, dry surface, listening to the faint whimpers finally coming from inside. He revealed a smile that sent a chill down Barbara’s spine. "Hehehe~ Sister Gothlinde, you've waited long enough~" "Mmph! Woo woo woo woo…" Seeing the boy's smile, Barbara, with her hands and feet bound by shackles and her mouth stuffed with the gag, let out an angry groan. She struggled against the chains, then closed her eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen. "Tsk tsk tsk, even if you know I'm right, you don't have to be so eager to show me, proving that your master is right, do you? I just collected your secretions, and now it's all for nothing." Changye withdrew his small hand and started rummaging in his pocket. "But don't worry~ I may not be a good master who can take you for walks every day, but at least I'm not a bad master who would let you starve. Even though you two female dogs were only adopted yesterday, don't worry, I won't look at you any differently. I don't care what diseases you might have caught scavenging in the wild, or what experiences you've had. As long as you're here, you'll be good dogs under me~ I'll raise you well, make you plump and healthy~" "Mmph… woo woo… mmph! (Mmph~ We… we are not dogs… we are not… not your pets… mmph…)" Grace opened her eyes, exhausted, leaning weakly in her daughter's arms. Her previously high-pitched and vehement arguments had become very weak. Her eyes glared at the boy who had been humiliating them and treating them like pets. Grace could only stare at him with her eyes, unable to resist in any way. "Oh, right. You must have ridden a wooden horse all night. Your bottoms should be sore by now, and you must be hungry too." Changye chuckled, ignoring Grace's angry gaze. He took a key from his pocket and slightly loosened the chains connecting their collars, allowing the previously very short collars to loosen slightly. Then, he untied the straps behind their heads that connected to the ball gags. The mother and daughter's lips, which had been pressed together, separated instantly, the chains around their necks making a crisp "clatter." Unfortunately, the chains were not completely loosened, or rather, the loosened length was not enough for them to fully spit out the dildos in their mouths. So, even though they parted their lips, revealing the wet little balls with two "rods" extending from them, the remaining phalluses were still deeply inserted in their mouths. However, the soft glans of the phallus were no longer pressing against their throats. The brief respite allowed the nausea that had lingered all night to dissipate. This exposed ball gag was not like the one Gothlinde used in the first cell, which had multiple holes to allow saliva to flow out. The entire gray sphere was almost completely sealed except for a small hole. Changye took a glass bottle, about 1L in size, from his backpack. It contained a thick, brownish-gray viscous liquid of unknown origin. He took a syringe, drew up most of it from the bottle, and inserted it into the small hole on the hollow ball gag. He then slowly squeezed the viscous liquid into the ball and into the two thick, long dildos. "Woo woo woo woo… (You bad guy… let me go… let go!)" Although her hands and feet were no longer bound by chains, Barbara's body was limp and weak after multiple electric shocks and Changye's recent actions with her cat tail. She could only comically try to clench her small fists and hit the boy's back. But it was futile. Due to the plump fingers of the cat paw gloves, Barbara's attempt to clench her small fists only made the cute cat paws tremble slightly. Because the cat paws did not have joints for movement, the girl's fingers remained separated. The soft cat paws gently brushed against the boy's back, feeling soft. It was less of a hit and more of a plea, "Woo woo… (Let me go… let me go!)" "Haha, little kitty, I know you want to go for a walk. Stop scratching me~" The boy's back blocked the girl's view. Barbara felt herself being forcefully folded. In her peripheral vision, she saw an "L" shaped object approaching her folded left leg, covering her knee joint. With a soft click, two straps were fastened. Barbara then realized in horror that no matter how she struggled, her left leg's joint was fixed at a ninety-degree angle, unable to open, as if it were naturally that way. "Mmph… mmph!!! (What… what did you do! Let me go! Hurry and let go! I don't want to be like this!!)" "Oh? The little kitty finally noticed something different about herself?" Changye forcefully subdued her struggling right leg, pressed the jade tablet against the soft stockings, and once again wedged it into the indentation at the girl's inner thigh. He then secured it with a white strap above and below the girl's knee. Despite Barbara's desperate struggles, she, already tormented to this extent, could only watch helplessly as the boy held her right leg. The strange device once again restricted her folded right leg at the knee. Her thighs and calves were firmly secured. Although her body was not completely restrained as it was during transport, her leg joints could only remain bent. In her despair, she watched as it was firmly locked – her once youthful, slender, beautiful legs were now like inanimate objects, unable to open even a little, no matter how she moved. "Hehe, since you're a pet, how can you learn to stand up like a human?" As the straps were securely fastened to the girl's thighs, the "right angle" formed by the two white jade tablets perfectly fit into the bends of Barbara's knees. Changye could see the girl's slender, fair legs trembling slightly inward, barely compressing the short, thick spring in the middle, bending her long legs slightly. As for attempts to open or straighten her legs outward? That was simply a pipe dream. Because the joint lock was jammed, Barbara used all her strength, but not even a sliver of hope could be seen. "Mmph!!! (I am not a pet! I am human! I am Barbara! I am not your pet!)" Lying powerlessly on the ground, Barbara tried to turn over and lie on the ground, then use her unbound hands to feel the restraints on her legs. Before she could even turn over, the movement squeezed the tail in her buttocks, causing intense pain that forced Barbara to stop. She clutched her buttocks, and a scream escaped her gagged mouth. Then, her body trembled as she lay on the ground, looking at her hands, which were now wearing cat paw gloves. The furry fingers made it impossible to even open her fingers, let alone loosen the ball gag and adjust her legs. "Hehe, the little kitty is already meowing impatiently. Are you hungry? But speaking of which, little kittens shouldn't press their whole body onto your back when they're being affectionate. If you press on your own tail, you know how uncomfortable it will be, right?" After a slight tease, Changye poked the girl's platinum ear tip and then pushed her legs, which were already fixed in an 'L' shape, again. Her snow-white calves and the soles of her shoes were pressed against the ground. The movement of her legs caused the girl to uncontrollably arch her buttocks, extending her feet and stretching her white, short boots, revealing the black soles to the sky. "But speaking of which, if you're putting shoes on a cat, wouldn't it be better to take them off?" Changye tilted his head, looking at Barbara's little boots with some confusion. "Come on, kitty, tell master if you want to wear shoes. If you do, meow or purr twice. Otherwise, I'll assume you don't want them." Changye gently patted Barbara's elastic buttocks through her long dress and stockings, but he didn't torment her sensitive little tail again. Unlike the somewhat messy ropes from before, Gothlinde could now be described as exquisite and beautiful. She proudly lifted her beautiful chest, her slender arms crossed in front of her, fingers interlaced, knees bent, soles facing upward, feet together, and her buttocks firmly seated on her feet. Her kneeling posture was dignified and graceful, like a devout nun at prayer – if only everything were truly like this. Reflected in Barbara's terrified gaze, Gothlinde's body was free of ropes, but shining silver metal lines appeared at every important joint. The reason for her chest being held high was a thin steel pipe wedged into her slightly concave spine. One end of the pipe was a welded metal collar, and the other end was welded to a pair of gleaming silver ankle cuffs. The metal collar tightly encircled Gothlinde's neck, preventing her from lowering her head, while the metal ankle cuffs secured her ankles together, preventing them from separating even slightly. The distance between her neck and ankles was cruelly fixed by the hard metal, unable to be stretched or shortened by even an inch. Her slender wrists were secured by cold metal, separated by tight, white long sleeves against her skin. Gothlinde's slender arms were held tightly together, with not a sliver of space visible. Gothlinde's delicate hands, previously encased in stockings, were now free. However, this hard-won change offered no freedom whatsoever. Two sets of thin-as-cicada-wing metal knuckle dusters tightly adhered to each of the nun's fingers… but unlike ordinary knuckle dusters, these… or rather, these finger cuffs… had ten holes corresponding to each hand! From the base of one finger to the tip of the other, there was no gap between the ten finger cuffs, forcing Gothlinde's fingers to interlace. Combined with the tightly fitting handcuffs with no gaps, the mere thought of such restraint sent a chill down Barbara's spine. Even more ingenious was that Gothlinde's arms were not only fixed by handcuffs, elbow cuffs, and finger cuffs, but even the same arm was tightly secured between the upper and lower arm… no, it would be better to say that the iron cuffs at her wrists were originally a '兀' shaped structure. The horizontal handcuffs secured her wrists at the top, and the vertical iron cuffs on both sides secured her wrists and upper arms together. Her symmetrical and slender upper arms were pressed tightly against her slender wrists. The iron cuffs forced both wrists to be held together without any gaps. Finally, the finger cuffs were added, preventing Gothlinde's once nimble hands from performing any action other than devout prayer. Yes… her sister had indeed been freed from the tight ropes, and her body had regained its former elegance. At first glance, she looked no different than before… but only the colorful light that occasionally flashed on the silver metal could make an observer realize how this devout nun had been forcibly posed in this praying posture… she couldn't even struggle in the slightest. Even if she woke up, she could only maintain this posture powerlessly and passively, with no possibility of change! Yes, this was a work of art, but an incredibly cruel work of art… made from a living person… There was no superfluous restraint on her entire body. It was minimalist and exquisite, yet it could send a chill down the spine of anyone who saw her.

Here's the translation: Thinking of this, Barbara's tears finally streamed down from the corners of her eyes. She stiffened, her struggles ceasing. Lowering her head, she bit down on the gag, emitting a muffled whimper of distress. She let the boy's cat tail toy brush around her rear, gritting her teeth and awaiting the inevitable sharp pain. "Mmm~ Such a good girl," Changye gently stroked Barbara's soft little head, especially the two cat ear clips made from the shed fur of cats from the Cat's Tail Tavern in Mondstadt, which felt wonderfully soft. With his other hand, he applied a slight pressure. The indentation in the chastity panties at the anal opening was pushed open bit by bit by the metal rod in the boy's hand. The slender anal plug slowly emerged, peeking out into the girl's delicate intestines. It was tightly embraced by the soft intestinal walls, and he slowly, forcefully pushed it deeper. "It's going in a little bit~" "Wuwuwuwu!!!" The metal hadn't fully entered her rear, but Barbara's sensitive body was already seized by a sharp, overwhelming pain. The rod in her rear was pushed in slowly, and the tearing sensation made her unable to help but scream. The young girl's body involuntarily struggled, her gluteal muscles contracting, trying to push the rod out. Changye felt a faint pushback but paid it no mind. The boy continued to push the long rod, like a driven stake, slowly into Barbara's body. He stroked her flushed, pretty face and couldn't resist teasing, "How does it feel? You never imagined this day would come when you were at the church, did you?" "Finally adopted by a kind person, no more hard work days~" "From now on, little Barbara, as long as you're obedient, you'll have plenty of spicy dried fish snacks... Mmm, halfway in, keep going, almost there!" "Wuwuwuwu!!! Mmm-hmm... (Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts so much! Take it out, take it out...)" However, tormented by the tearing pain, Barbara had no mind to respond to the boy's taunts and humiliation. The tearing pain far surpassed the electric shocks from before. The slender rod advanced slowly, beginning to occupy all the space in Barbara's intestines. An intense urge to defecate made her clench her thighs, and her screams gradually turned into muffled whimpers of discomfort. The girl's smooth, silken legs rubbed against each other, her only resistance being the muscles of her buttocks squeezing the rod, a futile attempt to stop it from going any deeper. As if understanding Barbara's inner cries, which were now constantly echoing, Changye stroked the girl's head. Then, with a forceful push of his other hand, he finally inserted the last section of the silver rod into the girl's body. With a crisp "click," the base of the anal plug locked into the indentation of the chastity panties. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it~ Didn't you cry just as miserably when your urethra was first stretched? But look now, haven't you gotten used to it~" "Human potential is infinite. These three days will be tough for you, I probably won't take them out. Three days... Hmm, or two? I'll adjust them for you again~" "Mmm... Wuwuwu?!!! Mmm-hmm!!!"