The steam rose in thick, milky plumes from the geothermal waters, clinging to the smooth stone walls of their backyard hot spring.

The air was heavy with the scent of sulfur and minerals, creating a humid sanctuary that felt isolated from the rest of the cultivation world.

Shen Haoran stood at the edge of the water, his tall, lean frame completely naked.

Water droplets clung to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, sliding slowly down toward the heavy weight of his cock, which stirred with anticipation.

He didn’t move; he simply stood there, his gaze piercing and predatory, fixed entirely on Shen Xinye.

Shen Xinye was waist-deep in the shimmering turquoise water, her skin flushed a deep pink from both the heat of the spring and the intensity of Haoran’s stare.

She was breathtaking—her breasts floating slightly on the surface, the nipples hardened into tight peaks by the cool air hitting the water’s surface.

Despite her status as a divorcee, her innocence was palpable; she was a virgin in every sense that mattered, and the raw hunger in Haoran’s eyes made her feel completely exposed.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself, her fingers digging into her soft skin.

She wanted to look brave, to maintain the dignity of a Crown, but her trembling lips and the way she avoided his eyes betrayed her.

"Stop hiding, Xinye," Haoran commanded, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the humid air. "You were the one who boasted about the techniques you learned from the Shameless Emperor. Show me."

Xinye swallowed hard, her throat dry.

She wanted to please him, and a traitorous heat was already pooling between her thighs.

With a shaky breath, she slowly lowered her arms, letting the water droplets trickle down her breasts.

She closed her eyes, focusing her qi, and in her palm, a shimmering, red silken ropes began to materialize, weaving themselves out of thin air—the signature binding art of the Shameless Emperor.

Haoran stepped forward, the heat barely registering compared to the fire in his veins.

He waded toward her, the water splashing against his thighs, until he was inches away.

He reached out, his large hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him.

"Bind yourself," he whispered, his thumb brushing against her jawline. "Show me exactly how those ropes can hold you."

Trembling, Xinye manipulated the red cords, and the ropes slowly slid through the water like snakes, winding around her wrists and pulling them behind her back.

She gasped as the silk tightened, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her chest forward, making her breasts prominently displayed and vulnerable.

She didn’t stop there, driven by a mix of anticipation and arousal; the ropes spiraled down her torso, cinching her waist and winding tightly around her thighs, forcing her legs apart in the water.

Haoran watched with a dark smirk, his eyes tracking every loop and knot.

Once she was bound in a restrictive, open posture, he stepped closer, pressing his hard, naked chest against her soft breasts.

The contrast was electric.

He didn’t go for her center yet. Instead, he began a slow, agonizing torture of sensation as he leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"What a pity for your husband, he didn’t get to see such a wonderful sight."

She trembled, and his hand immediately slid down her side, his palm skimming over the res ropes that bit into her skin, before his fingers found the sensitive swell of her hip.

He began to massage the flesh there, his touch alternating between bruising pressure and feather-light strokes that made Xinye let out a soft, broken moan, her head falling back against his shoulder.

Haoran moved his mouth to her neck, sucking a dark mark into the sensitive skin just below her ear.

He could feel her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird as he shifted his weight, rubbing his erection against her hip, letting her feel the sheer size and hardness of him through the water, though he refused to enter her.

"Please..." she whimpered, though she didn’t know what she was asking for.

"Please what?" Haoran murmured, his hand finally sliding down between her legs.

"...I..." She struggled, she couldn’t answer.

The water swirled around his fingers as he found her clitoris, but he didn’t rub it immediately; instead, he circled the sensitive nub, teasing the edges, driving her to the brink of madness.

Xinye arched her back, the red ropes straining against her movements, pulling her tighter into his embrace.

She was a prisoner of her own technique, held fast by the technique she had summoned, and dominated by the man who knew exactly how to break her.

He began to flick his finger over her peak, a rhythmic, relentless motion that sent jolts of electricity through her spine.

At the same time, he used his other hand to capture one of her nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging sharply.

Xinye’s breath came in ragged gasps. She was drowning in sensation, the heat of the spring and the heat of his touch merging into one overwhelming wave.

She tried to squirm, to press herself closer to his cock, but the ropes held her in a perfect, exposed position, leaving her entirely at his mercy.

Haoran leaned back slightly, looking down at her flushed face and glazed eyes, but he slowed his movements, instead teasing her with a lightness that was almost cruel, ensuring that the tension built and built, stretching her desire until it was a physical ache.

He wanted her desperate; he wanted her to crave him more than her next breath.

"You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless," he whispered, his voice dripping with possessive hunger, as he continued to play with her body, prolonging the exquisite torture of the foreplay.

After awhile, Haoran pulled his fingers away from her clitoris abruptly, leaving Xinye shivering and gasping, her body humming with an unfinished electricity.

He stepped back just an inch, enough to let the cool air hit her wet skin, making her nipples harden further against the red cords.

He looked at her not with affection, but with the critical eye of a master evaluating a flawed student.

"Is this the extent of it?" he asked, his voice cold and mocking. "That emperor didn’t teach you just how to tie a few knots and stand there trembling, right? His arts are about the total surrender of the body and the absolute control of the spirit. This... this is amateur. You’re holding back right, Xinye? You’re still trying to cling to that shred of modesty."

Xinye’s face burned a deeper shade of crimson.

She felt the humiliation wash over her—the fact that she was bound, naked, and being told she wasn’t even ’shameless’ enough for the technique she had studied.

She wanted to protest, to tell him that the technique was never actually supposed to be used on herself, but the look in Haoran’s eyes silenced her.

He wanted her broken open, stripped of every defense.

"Show me the rest," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave.

Xinye hesitated. Her breath hitched, and she looked away, her eyes darting toward the steam-filled corners of the spring.

The technique given by that shameless emperor were not just a piece of rope; they were a set of instruments of exquisite torture and pleasure, designed to force the body into positions that were both agonizingly exposed and intensely stimulating.

But they were so embarrassing and shameless that she doesn’t even dare use them.

"I... I don’t know if I can..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Haoran stepped back in, his hand gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to lock eyes with him. "Do not lie to me, Xinye. You know I hate it when people lie to me. I know you can do it, the only thing stopping you is your pride. Get rid of it, and become the object the Emperor intended."

A sob of frustration and arousal escaped her.

Then, after a few seconds of hesitation, a surge of qi engulfed her as she closed her eyes and focused.

A golden light flared around her, the water bubbling as she manifested the tools.

First, a shimmering, golden gag materialized—a ball-shaped plug with straps that wound around her head.

Before she could even process the thought, the technique snapped it into place, forcing her mouth open and filling her oral cavity, reducing her protests to muffled, pathetic whimpers.

Next, she summoned the spreaders. Two golden bars connected by adjustable cords snapped around her ankles, forcing her legs even wider than before.

The water rippled violently as her thighs were pushed to their absolute limit, leaving her pussy completely open and vulnerable to the open air and Haoran’s gaze.

Finally, she created the most humiliating piece: a golden, weighted plug, designed to be worn in the ass, with a long, shimmering chain that connected back to the ropes binding her wrists.

As the plug slid into her tight, virgin rear with a sudden, invasive pressure, Xinye let out a muffled scream against the gag, her back arching violently.

The chain snapped taut, pulling her wrists higher and forcing her chest to thrust forward even more.

Haoran let out a low, appreciative hum.

He circled her now, like a predator inspecting a captured prize as he reached out, flicking the golden chain attached to her ass plug, causing the weight to jiggle inside her.

Xinye jumped, a shudder of pleasure-pain racking her frame.

"Much better," Haoran murmured. "Now you look like a proper disciple of the Shameless Binding Emperor. A mindless, bound piece of meat."

He moved behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he reached around, his large hands gripping her breasts, squeezing them with a bruising intensity that made her moan into the gag.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Look at yourself, Xinye. A cultivator of your standing, bound by your own technique, gagged, and spread open for me. Does it make you feel small? Does it make you feel like nothing more than a hole for me to use?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached down, his fingers finding the red ropes that cinched her waist.

He began to tighten them further, the silk biting deep into her soft flesh, creating a sharp contrast between the gold of the rope and the flushed pink of her skin.

He shifted his grip, sliding his hand down to the gap between her legs.

He didn’t use his fingers this time. Instead, he took his hard, throbbing cock and pressed the head of it directly against her clitoris, rubbing it in slow, heavy circles.

The friction was intense, the girth of him pressing her sensitive nub against the hard surface of the golden spreader bar.

Xinye was losing her mind.

The combination of the gag, the plug stretching her ass, the ropes biting into her skin, and the relentless pressure of his cock was too much.

She tried to squirm, to push back against him, but the ropes and the spreaders held her in a rigid, humiliating pose.

Every movement only served to tighten the bonds or pull the plug deeper into her.

Haoran chuckled, the sound vibrating through her spine as he began to increase the pace, grinding his cock against her with a rhythmic, punishing force.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him, to know exactly what she was missing, while she remained trapped in a state of perpetual, unfulfilled longing.

"You’re leaking so much, Xinye," he whispered, feeling the slickness of her arousal coating his shaft. "It seems you’re so desperate for me, yet you’re held fast by your own will. But it’s fine, just stay like this, stay broken just for me."

He moved his hand from her breast to the golden chain, pulling it sharply.

The tug on her ass plug made her gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head as a wave of intense stimulation crashed over her.

He continued to grind against her, teasing the entrance of her pussy but refusing to slide inside, keeping her balanced on the razor’s edge of an orgasm that he refused to let her reach.

Shen Haoran grinned, "Don’t give up yet, Xinye. The night’s still young, and we’re still getting started."