Haoran’s patience had reached its limit.

The sight of Xinye—spread wide by the golden bars, her mouth filled by the gag, and her tight rear stretched by the weighted plug—was a masterpiece of submission.

He could feel her trembling, her entire body vibrating with a desperate, primal need that transcended her cultivation.

At this moment, right here, she was no longer a proud cultivator or a dignified woman; she was a shivering, leaking mess of desire.

He stepped back for a moment, the sudden absence of his heat making her whimper into the gag.

He reached down and gripped the golden chain connected to her ass plug, giving it a sharp, cruel yank.

Xinye’s hips jerked forward, her back arching in a violent curve, her breasts thrusting out toward him.

The movement forced the plug deeper into her virgin rectum, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clitoris.

"You’ve been a very good student, Xinye," Haoran murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, it’s time for the final lesson in surrender."

He moved back into her space, his massive, throbbing cock pressing firmly against the entrance of her pussy.

He didn’t slide in immediately. Instead, he began to tease her, rubbing the head of his shaft against her drenched folds, sliding it just an inch inside and then pulling back out with a wet, sucking sound.

Xinye’s eyes were wide, pleading, her muffled moans becoming frantic.

She tried to thrust her hips toward him, begging for the fullness, but the spreaders kept her legs locked in that humiliatingly open position, leaving her completely exposed.

"Please..." she tried to scream, but it came out as a pathetic, guttural sound against the golden ball gag.

"Beg for it with your body, not your voice," Haoran commanded.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and with one powerful, decisive thrust, he slammed himself deep inside her.

The scream that ripped from Xinye’s throat was muffled by the gag, turning into a high-pitched, strangled wail.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Because she was a virgin, the friction was intense, the girth of his cock stretching her tight walls to their absolute limit.

The sudden invasion, combined with the plug already filling her ass, created a sensation of being completely stuffed, her insides filled to bursting.

Haoran groaned, his eyes closing as he felt the incredible heat and tightness of her pussy clamping down on him.

He stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust to his size, feeling the rhythmic pulses of her vaginal walls squeezing him in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

"So tight," he hissed, his breath hot against her neck. "The Emperor’s techniques really did prepare you... you’re a perfect fit for me."

He began to move, pulling back until he was almost out, then slamming back in with a bruising force.

Each thrust sent a shockwave through her bound body. Because her wrists were tied high and her legs were spread wide, she had no way to brace herself; she was simply a passenger to his pleasure.

Every time he hit her cervix, the golden chain on her ass plug jingled and tugged, adding a layer of internal stimulation that drove her toward the brink.

The sound of their bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of skin on skin—echoed through the steam of the hot spring.

Haoran increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent as if he wasn’t just fucking her, but was claiming her, marking her as his property.

He reached around and grabbed her breasts, kneading them roughly, his thumbs flicking her hardened nipples.

The combination of the rough handling, the restrictive ropes, the gag, and the relentless pounding of his cock was pushing Xinye into a state of sensory overload.

Her vision blurred, the golden light of the ropes seeming to pulse in time with her heartbeat.

"Look at you," Haoran groaned, his voice guttural. "Truly, that emperor’s technique really did wonders."

He shifted his angle, lifting one of her legs slightly—despite the spreader—to drive deeper into her and he soon found a spot deep inside her that made her entire body seize.

Xinye’s toes curled, her muffled screams becoming a continuous, rhythmic humming against the gag.

She was close, so incredibly close to an orgasm, but the tension of the ropes and the pressure of the plug kept her suspended in a state of agonizing pleasure.

Haoran could feel her climax building; her pussy was pulsing around him, milking his shaft with desperate contractions.

He decided to push her over the edge as he reached down and began to rub her clitoris with his thumb, applying a fast, vibrating pressure while simultaneously slamming his cock into her with everything he had.

The explosion was violent.

Xinye’s body stiffened, her back arching so hard that the golden ropes bit deep into her skin.

A muffled, prolonged scream tore through the gag as her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Her internal muscles clamped down on him in a vice-like grip, squeezing him with an intensity that nearly broke his resolve.

As she shuddered in the throes of her release, Haoran let out a low growl.

He didn’t stop; he used her climax to fuel his own, driving into her one last time with a powerful, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt.

He groaned loudly, his body shaking as he erupted inside her, filling her virgin womb with hot, thick ropes of cum.

He stayed buried inside her for a long time, both of them panting, the only sound the dripping of water and the soft jingle of the golden chain.

Xinye lay limp in her bonds, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of the most intense experience of her life.

Haoran slowly withdrew, the sound of his cock sliding out of her wet, stretched pussy loud in the silence.

He looked down at her—spent, broken, and completely dominated—and a smirk of satisfaction crossed his face.

"Lesson complete," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead while she remained bound and shivering in the steam, "Now, time for the second subject."

Haoran didn’t let her recover for long. As Xinye lay there, trembling and leaking his seed, he looked at her with a predatory glint in his eyes.

The sight of her—spent, drenched in sweat and cum, yet still bound in those shimmering golden ropes—only fueled his desire to push her further.

He wanted to see just how far the Shameless Binding Emperor’s teachings could be pushed, and he wanted Xinye to be the one to facilitate her own degradation.

"Don’t think you’re finished just because you’ve had your first release," Haoran murmured, his voice cold yet humming with arousal.

He reached down and gripped the golden ball gag, pulling it out of her mouth with a wet pop.

Xinye gasped, her jaw aching, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. "H-Haoran... please... I can’t..."

"You can, and you will," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "The previous position was a mere introduction. Now, I want to see a pose that truly reflects your status. Something that leaves you completely open, completely helpless, and utterly stripped of any remaining dignity. Use what you learned and go to a position that makes it impossible for you to hide a single inch of your shame."

Xinye’s face flushed a deep crimson. The thought of what he was asking was mortifying, but the lingering heat in her core and the absolute authority in his voice made her stomach flip with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

With shaking hands and a stuttering flow of spiritual energy, she began to manipulate the golden ropes.

Slowly, the ropes shifted. They unwound from her wrists and ankles, only to snap back into place with a sudden, violent precision.

Haoran watched with keen interest as the ropes forced her onto her stomach, but not flat.

They yanked her hips high into the air, arching her spine until her chest was pressed firmly against the smooth stone of the hot spring’s edge.

Then came the true humiliation. The ropes looped around her thighs, pulling them wide apart and pinning them back toward her shoulders.

Her legs were forced into an extreme, unnatural spread, pushing her pelvis upward and exposing her dripping, swollen pussy and her plugged rectum to the open air.

To complete the pose, the ropes wound around her neck and wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and hoisting them upward, forcing her head down and her rear up in a steep, inviting incline.

She was folded like a piece of livestock, her most private areas thrust forward, highlighted by the steam and the golden glow of the bindings.

She was a living offering, her body curved into a shape designed for nothing but access and submission.

"Better," Haoran praised, walking slowly around her, his footsteps echoing.

He stopped behind her, staring at the sight of her flushed, trembling ass held high, the weighted plug still glistening and stretching her tight hole. "But it’s missing something. You’re still too ’comfortable.’ I want you to feel every single vibration of the water, every breath of wind on your wetness."

He reached out and gripped the golden chain of the plug, tugging it sharply.

Xinye let out a sharp cry, her body jolting, the movement caused her breasts to rub against the stone, her nipples peaking from the friction.

"Now," Haoran whispered, leaning over her, his chest pressing against her arched back. "Since you’re so open, let’s see how you handle a different kind of stimulation."

He didn’t go for her pussy immediately. Instead, he began to use his tongue, licking a slow, wet trail from the base of her spine.

Xinye whimpered, her hips twitching instinctively, but the ropes held her fast, locking her in that humiliating, open-legged position.

He focused his attention on the area between her legs, using his fingers to spread her labia even wider, exposing the raw, pink interior of her once virgin pussy, still leaking his cum.

He began to tease her with his fingers, sliding one digit in and out of her tight entrance while his other hand gripped her throat lightly, reminding her who owned her.

He played with her clitoris, flicking it with a cruel precision that sent jolts of electricity through her bound frame.

"Look at you," he hissed in her ear. "Do you feel how exposed you are? Do you feel how every part of you is just... waiting for me?"

Xinye couldn’t answer; she could only moan, her voice breaking as she felt the pressure building again.

The position was agonizingly erotic; the stretch in her hips and the tension in her shoulders made every touch feel magnified.

She felt the cool air of the spring hitting her wet folds, contrasting with the searing heat of Haoran’s touch.

Haoran decided to increase the intensity. He reached for the plug, slowly sliding it out of her ass with a slow, sucking sound.

The sudden emptiness made Xinye gasp, but before she could even register the loss, he replaced it with something far more intrusive.

He positioned himself behind her, his massive cock pressing against her tight, virgin rectum.

"You’ve had the front," he groaned, his voice thick. "Now, let’s see how much of me you can take in the back."

Without warning, he slammed into her.

The scream that tore from Xinye’s throat was primal.

Being forced into her ass while her legs were pinned back and her chest pressed to the stone was an entirely different level of invasion.

The girth of him stretched her rectum to the breaking point, the sensation of being filled so completely and so violently making her vision swim.

"Too... too big! Haoran, stop!" she wailed, though her body was betraying her, her internal muscles clamping around him in a desperate, instinctive grip.

"You can take it," he stated, beginning to pump.

The rhythm was brutal. Because of the angle of her body, every thrust drove him deep, hitting the sensitive wall between her pussy and her ass.

The slapping sound of his balls hitting her perineum echoed through the spring, a rhythmic, wet percussion of dominance.

Xinye was trapped in a cycle of pleasure and pain, the ropes bit into her skin, the stone chilled her chest, and Haoran’s cock ravaged her insides.

She felt completely undone, her identity as a cultivator stripped away, replaced by the simple, raw reality of being a hole for his pleasure.

Haoran gripped her hips, his fingers bruising her skin, and accelerated the pace.

He was hammering into her, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and punishing.

He could feel her starting to peak again, the friction of the anal penetration stimulating her pussy indirectly, sending her spiraling toward another climax.

"You love this, don’t you?" he growled, leaning down to bite her shoulder. "You love being my little broken doll."

As Xinye reached the precipice, her body shaking violently against the golden ropes, Haoran let out a guttural roar.

He delivered several more devastating thrusts, burying himself as deep as possible into her bowels, before erupting.

He filled her rectum with hot, thick bursts of cum, the internal pressure making Xinye’s eyes roll back in her head.

He relaxed against her for a moment, both of them heaving for air. He stayed inside her, feeling the rhythmic pulses of her exhausted body.

Slowly, he withdrew, the sound of his exit wet and loud.

Xinye remained there, folded and broken, her legs still pinned wide, her insides throbbing and leaking.

She was completely spent, a shattered mess of a woman, held together only by the golden ropes that continued to display her humiliation to the empty, steaming air of the hot spring.

Haoran stared at her, his cock twitching seeing her like that.

"... I’m still not satisfied, let’s go for another round, Xinye."

A whimper was the only response she got.