【The Vanished Demon King】(3-4)

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Chapter Three: Education in the Library (Part Two)
Ren Ping wasn't an artist; mere beauty couldn't fully attract him. He preferred practicality.
Therefore, compared to the beauty of the collar around Monica's neck, its function was actually far more powerful.
Now, Ren Ping was preparing to test the collar's functions with great interest. Only when the wearer's
magic power was completely absorbed would this dark magical artifact reach its peak. At that moment,
the magic power, transformed by the collar and bearing the wearer's personal mark, could erode the wearer's body without hindrance,
flowing and stimulating freely within the wearer's body depending on the controller's will.
Seemingly slightly accustomed to Ren Ping's gaze, Monica finally quietly opened her eyes, a hint of shyness still lingering
. But the instant she opened her eyes, she saw those dark eyes, looking down at her
.
Monica's eyes darted nervously to one side, her words seemingly pleading, "Enough...enough already! I
'm your elder, I even held you when you were little."
Since threats were useless, she could only hope for this all-powerful emotional appeal.
However, Ren Ping seemed unmoved. He simply withdrew his right hand that had been lifting her chin, stood up, looked down at
her pink face, and said calmly, "You should be able to stand up now."
Monica gritted her teeth, mustered her strength, and slowly stood up. Although her legs were still a little weak, she
could barely maintain her balance.
She waited a moment, and seeing Ren Ping standing calmly in place without any reaction, she quickly bent
down, reached out and picked up the black silk handkerchief that had fallen to the side, clutched it in her hand, and then glanced at Ren Ping again. The little
rascal still didn't react.
She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved towards the door. It seemed she wouldn't be able to remove the collar today. However, daring
to tease her like this several times, she was determined to teach this little rascal a lesson later…
“Whoa—!” Monica cried out as she opened the door, just about to slip away
. A sudden, powerful pull from her neck caused her to stumble. She turned around in surprise and saw Ren Ping
holding a thin, white, magically woven rope in his right hand, which was raised to his chest.
Her gaze followed the other end of the rope, and finally, she looked down, incredulously discovering that the magical
rope was connected to the collar around her neck.
Before she could even utter the curse of “bastard,” the pull on her neck suddenly intensified.
The magical rope began to shorten rapidly, and under the powerful pull, she had to stumble towards Ren Ping
.
As a result, she was back in front of him once again.
At this moment, their bodies were almost touching. She had to brace herself against his chest with both hands to prevent her chest
from being crushed by his body.
She was only slightly shorter than Ren Ping now, about 170cm, which meant her nose almost
touched his lips. She turned her head nervously, but her slightly flushed face could still feel his breath,
strong, hot, and damp air spraying onto her cheeks.
She held her breath anxiously, her unease and panic growing stronger with time, but Ren Ping
made no further move.
After an unknown amount of time, Ren Ping took two steps back, his words full of admiration: "The Principal
looks quite adorable; I almost couldn't resist."
Monica's heart pounded, her chest heaving. Biting her lip, she snapped at Ren Ping, "You little
rascal, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Ren Ping hesitated for a few seconds, then explained with a smile, "A functional test, and incidentally, recording the Principal's
physiological data in various states."
His smile widened further as he asked, "Is the Principal already impatient?"
Impatient, my foot! Monica wanted to jump up and knock some sense into this little rascal's head, to see what was going on inside him
. Of course, she didn't dare now, but she'd remember this grudge for now…
Ren Ping's smile faded, and he tugged at the light rope in his hand. This time, Monica didn't feel any pulling, but
she saw that the light rope in Ren Ping's hand had slightly lengthened and strangely split into two strands. Immediately, she
keenly noticed that Ren Ping's gaze had fallen on her again, not on her face or neck, but
on her entire body.
"Well then, Headmaster, hold on tight, the new test is about to begin..."
Ren Ping approached her, holding the light rope.
Monica was terrified. She instinctively raised her hand, but tragically found that there was still no
magic flowing within her. So she tried to back away, but the pull on her neck made it impossible for her to move. Finally, she could only force herself to remain calm
and say, "You little brat, I...you...don't come any closer..."
Her dry words lacked power. Ren Ping moved closer to Monica again, holding the two split light ropes in each hand,
slowly but resolutely wrapping them around her body.
Monica tried to pull away the light ropes that were about to touch her, but terrifyingly, her hands couldn't
touch the ropes made of magic at all. They passed through her arms easily, like an illusion, and stuck
to the surface of her clothes.
She began to struggle, but lacking strength, she was no match for Ren Ping's power. Two sections of light rope extended downwards from her neck
, forming small spheres of light on her collarbone, cleavage, sternum, and even pubic bone.
They circled her groin and formed another sphere on the upper side of her back. At this moment,
a halo suddenly appeared behind the collar, pulling the light rope across her neck, then back up from under her armpits to her chest, passing sequentially
through the spheres in front. Ren Ping repeatedly separated the rope sections between the spheres, creating rhombuses
on her body. Finally, the two sections of light rope merged back together at her abdomen, held firmly in Ren Ping's hand.
Monica, her face filled with grief and indignation, glared at Ren Ping, only to find a strange smile returning to his face…
The light rope was being pulled backwards by Ren Ping like in a tug-of-war, and the restraints on Monica's body were slowly tightening.
Monica lowered her head, nervously watching the light rope on her body, and then the next scene filled her with terror. She
looked up at Ren Ping, who was smiling, her smooth forehead gradually beading with sweat. She shook her head shyly and said,
"You little rascal, you can't do this… um…"
Just as the light rope had pierced her arm before, the gradually tightening netting slowly penetrated her clothing,
clinging tightly to her skin.
"What's this?" Ren Ping blinked, asking curiously, continuing to pull on the light rope.
Monica stared at him, but the light rope was already gradually disappearing beneath the fabric.
A few seconds later, Monica's body trembled slightly. The light rope, which had just been able to penetrate her clothing, now
formed on her skin, and a slight stinging sensation instantly spread throughout her body.
"Ah—!" she exclaimed. The surface of the light rope wasn't as smooth as it appeared;
the white light shimmering on it was composed of countless large and small light spikes.
Finally, accompanied by the headmaster's panicked voice, Ren Ping pulled the light rope even harder.
The light rope, already clinging tightly to her skin, contracted again, sinking shallowly into Monica's delicate skin.
The stinging sensation seemed to intensify several times over, and the stimulation between her thighs almost made her fall.
Two sections of light rope pierced through her panties, digging deep into her alluring valley,
enveloped by her pink lips. Countless shimmering spikes around the rope constantly stimulated her sensitive
, tender flesh.
Simply standing still, Monica's body trembled uncontrollably.
"This is an ancient human tradition—the Tortoise Shell Binding," Ren Ping
explained with a smile, gently tugging at the light rope in his hand. With each tug, the light rope on Monica's body contracted, causing her
to tremble violently. She lightly covered her groin with her hands, her knees slightly bent, her thighs shaking—a look of urgent need to urinate
.
"This isn't like the dignified Headmaster you usually are. Please stand up straight," Ren Ping teasingly pulled the light rope
upwards.
Monica's body tensed instantly, her cheeks flushed crimson, but she gritted her teeth and straightened up,
only her thighs trembling even more violently.
"You little bastard, let...let me go!" The terrifying stimulation made Monica's words fragmented.
Ren Ping stroked his chin and calmly uttered the horrifying words that made her soul feel like it was about to leave her body.
"Then let's go to my studio."
"No...no!" The shame and anger on Monica's face suddenly froze, her face turning from red to white, and she retreated in panic.
However, Ren Ping ignored her resistance and walked towards the door.
As the saying goes, pulling one hair affects the whole body, Monica's body was pulled by that thin light rope, and she staggered forward.
Not to mention the stimulation in various parts of her upper body, the intense stimulation caused by the swinging of her thighs while walking
made Monica feel like she was on the edge of an abyss.
She looked at Ren Ping walking not far ahead, her heart filled with anxiety and tension, and hurriedly tied the silk scarf in her hand
back around her neck. And when they stepped onto the floor where the students were again, this tension instantly
increased several times.
Fortunately, the section of light rope connecting Ren Ping to her lower abdomen became intangible.
The library had five floors, from the top floor to the first.
Monica was quite satisfied with her prestige within the academy. This way, most students who saw her
wouldn't come over to greet her. Even if a few were bold, she could just give a curt "hmm" and
continue walking, though her expression was a little strange. Hopefully, they didn't notice.
However, that little rascal had never been intimidated by her authority since he met her, which was extremely despicable.
He would receive a major demerit at the next academy assembly and be criticized by the entire academy.
The mental victory method worked well at this moment. In her fantasies, Monica repeatedly pounded Ren Ping's
head and flicked his little hook. As a result, the intense stimulation in her body gradually became bearable.
However, a certain slippery liquid gradually soaked her underwear.
Ten minutes later, Monica was finally led out of the library. This brief journey had been
breathtaking for her, teetering on the brink of climax several times. However, under the watchful eyes of many students, she had to
forcefully restrain herself, the torment of which was indescribable.
She had to use all her strength to contract her lower body to resist the surging waves of pleasure, while her legs
were forced to keep moving, adding even more force to this already overwhelming surge. If it weren't for her strong will , she would surely have collapsed to the ground, convulsing and reaching a shameful 　　climax
under the gaze of dozens of eyes in the library . 　　Just thinking about it was enough to make her tremble and her heart pound. 　　But as she stepped out of the library, although her inner alarm bells were even stronger, looking at the quiet, deserted 　　campus outside, her extreme tension involuntarily eased. 　　Ren Ping, as if sensing something, stopped, turned back, and smiled, his fingers twisting the light rope left and right. 　　This simple rotation, like a coupling, rapidly activated all the light ropes clinging to her skin, causing 　　them to spin left and right in an instant. 　　Countless light spikes, large and small, like rapidly spinning gears, rolled 　　and rotated wantonly throughout her body… 　　Monica's mind went blank, as if countless fireworks had exploded. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the side at the 　　library entrance, her muscles tense, her body curled into a ball. A wet patch on her crotch grew larger and larger, eventually 　　seeping out and dripping onto the floor tiles. 　　Before being overwhelmed by the seemingly endless waves of pleasure, her last thought was— 　　this little bastard definitely did it on purpose. 　　Ren Ping waved his hand, and a faint magical power flowed from his palm, concealing himself and the unconscious, convulsing 　　headmaster. 　　Approaching the headmaster, who had completely lost her authority and displayed a weak expression, Ren Ping stroked his chin and 　　twisted the light rope in his hand. However, Monica only trembled slightly, showing no signs of waking up. 　　"It seems the headmaster won't be waking up anytime soon," Ren Ping thought to himself. 　　But this place was still quite a distance from Ren Ping's studio. 　　So the former Demon King showed no mercy, shortened the light rope in his hand, picked up Monica, 　　tossed her over his shoulder, and left.

As for the small, glistening puddle of water left behind, who would care?
Chapter Four: Groans in the Studio (Part 1)
Ren Ping's private studio was located in the north of the academy, deep in a dense forest. It
had once been a small, independent laboratory, but had been abandoned.
Ren Ping carried the poor principal into the clean and tidy studio, while
Monica, who had already been awakened by the shaking, kept her eyes closed and pretended to be unconscious for nearly 15 minutes.
Being carried was naturally uncomfortable, especially the intense friction from the swaying of the light rope, which made Monica feel as if she
were caught in a vortex of pleasure and pain. However, her body was completely exhausted from the intense orgasm and she was powerless to move
. At the same time, she had to suppress her groans so that the little bastard wouldn't notice. It was a situation of being in ecstasy.
"That damned little bastard, he doesn't know how to be gentle with a woman at all," Monica thought to herself.
Ren Ping ignored the principal who was pretending to be dead and instead looked around with a slightly puzzled expression.
The studio shouldn't have been this clean when he left yesterday.
Suddenly, his gaze drifted to the bedroom on his left, where the door was ajar, and soft humming sounds drifted out.
Ren Ping realized, dispelling his concealment magic, and casually tossed the headmaster onto the sofa beside him with
a soft rustling sound.
The humming stopped abruptly, and a few seconds later, the bedroom door was gently pulled open, and a cute little girl emerged
. Her pink hair trembled slightly, her face was very youthful, yet she wore a black and white maid outfit
with a white ribbon tied around her neck.
Upon seeing Ren Ping, the girl was visibly startled for a moment, then a slightly shy and joyful smile appeared on her face.
She ran to him and bowed, saying, "Young...Master, hello."
"Oh, it's Chunxiang. Have you finished adjusting?" Ren Ping asked curiously, but
contrary to his calm expression, his hands had already climbed onto the two
large breasts that seemed disproportionate to the girl's figure, kneading them into various shapes.
"Eek—! M...Master." Chunxiang exclaimed softly, her face instantly turning red. Her eyes
drifted to Monica beside her, her hands raised, looking adorably like she wanted to resist but dared not.
"Chun...Chunxiang just...just...came out...uh—!"
Monica lay on the sofa, quietly turning to her side, opening her eyes to peek at
the scene of the lecherous man harassing the beautiful girl. She cursed inwardly, "Bastard, pervert, pervert, he doesn't even spare his own bodyguard..."
She naturally recognized the girl before her; this was Ren Ping's other personal bodyguard—Chunxiang. Although called
a girl, Chunxiang had actually graduated from the academy almost two years ago, and was Dongxue's older sister.
She had personally awarded the two sisters their graduation certificates.
Ren Ping enjoyed himself for a while before letting the poor Chunxiang go; he hadn't forgotten his business.
Suddenly turning his head, Ren Ping's gaze met that of the peeping principal. Startled, the principal abruptly closed his
eyes, silently praying. Then he heard the little rascal say to Chunxiang, "Give her a wash, change her clothes, and
bring her to the lab downstairs."
Immediately afterward, he heard Ren Ping's footsteps receding into the distance, and at the same time, the light rope tightly binding her body
vanished.
Monica waited for several more seconds until she heard Chunxiang's soft call.
"Principal? Principal?"
Monica finally stopped pretending and slowly opened her eyes. Ren Ping was no longer in the room.
In a flash, she quickly rolled over and stood up from the sofa, but the numbness and swelling in her groin, along with her
weak thighs, seemed unable to support such a complex movement. The moment she stood up, she let out
a cry of pain, her brows furrowed, and her body slumped to the side.
"Principal, be careful!"
Chunxiang frantically caught the falling Monica.
After regaining her balance with the help of Chunxiang, Monica said earnestly, "Little Chunxiang, Headmistress, I suddenly have some
urgent business, so I won't be able to see that little rascal."
"Eh?!" Chunxiang hesitated, "But, Master..."
"Little Chunxiang, please tell him for me later, I have to go right away!"
If she didn't leave now, she wouldn't be able to leave at all. Only a fool like Chunxiang could be so easily fooled, Monica thought to herself with a smirk. At the same time ,
she tidied her slightly disheveled body, pulled at her damp pants, smoothed out her wrinkled shirt, and
combed her messy hair back.
Then, Monica turned and left.
But before she reached the door, she heard Chunxiang call out behind her, "Headmistress, your scarf is here
."
The voice grew closer.
Monica shrank back, not daring to stop, and walked even faster.
What if this fool recognized the thing around her neck? Then everything would be over. The Headmistress
praised herself for her cleverness.
"I have an urgent matter, so I'll give you the things!"
Hope was within reach; Monica flung open the door, seeing the sunlight of hope.
But the next second, the sunlight was blocked by a dark figure, a shadow looming over Monica's previously smug
face, and like a nightmare, instantly engulfing her heart.
Hope and despair are often separated by only a thin wall…
The bathroom.
Wearing only underwear, Chunxiang angrily washed Monica's body, which had been stripped bare. Her hands retaliated
by gently kneading and caressing various sensitive areas of Monica's body, causing Monica to gasp and beg for mercy.
"We're both slaves, and even the headmaster's little hole is swollen and red from being fucked by the master, yet you're still so disobedient, actually
deceiving Chunxiang…"
Chunxiang picked up a warm towel from the basin and gently wiped Monica's swollen vulva, muttering softly.
Lying on the wooden plank several centimeters high, Monica's face flushed red upon hearing Chunxiang's explicit words.
She whispered, "I...I wasn't...that little bastard...Ah! What are you doing?!"
Her previously fiery vulva seemed suddenly covered by something icy cold, a chill rapidly invading Monica's brain.
She screamed, tightly pressing her thighs together.
"Open them, I'm applying ointment for you," Chunxiang said, hooking her index finger, which was already slightly inserted into Monica's vulva.
With her other hand, she forcefully pried open Monica's legs.
Monica blushed and refused to separate her legs, squirming, "You don't need to put it inside, just... just put it on the outside
."
"No!" Haruka refused sternly, "As a new slave, Headmaster, you need to give your master
perfect enjoyment when using you, so every inch of your flesh, inside and out, needs to be coated."
"This ointment is very precious. It can not only repair damaged vaginas, but also enhance their resilience and stimulate
desire."
"Eh?!" Monica struggled, ashamed, "That's even more unacceptable, I don't want to do that kind of
thing with this little rascal!"
"Binding Wind!" Haruka chanted softly, quickly activating a beginner-level wind magic. Four wind circles
separated Monica's limbs, pressing her against the wooden frame.
"Master said that if Headmaster doesn't obey, we can use force!" Haruka looked at
Monica's pale face, picked up the ointment placed aside, squeezed some onto her fingertip, and carefully reinserted her finger
into Monica's honey hole, gently rotating it.
"Ugh..." Monica trembled, gritting her teeth to endure the slight chill from her lower body.
"Headmaster, could you relax a little? Haruka's finger is being squeezed."
"It's...it's not what I wanted...Ugh...No—!"
Struggling to break through the tight flesh walls, Haruka's finger rotated deeper and deeper, as if, just as she
had said before, she wanted to cover every inch of Monica's honey hole with ointment.
Suddenly, Haruka's movements stopped, a slight look of surprise on her face. Looking at Monica's blushing face, she suddenly
realized, "So Headmaster hasn't been deflowered yet, no wonder you're resisting so much."
Monica turned her head away, too ashamed to speak.
But turning her head, she could barely see Chunxiang's movements, and she was unaware that after applying ointment to her lips
, Chunxiang's gaze had fallen on another pink fold below.
Chunxiang tilted her head and pondered for a moment, deciding to use the cleaning method her master had once used on her—a
simple, beginner-level water-wind composite magic, not difficult to control.
"Water Tornado!" Chunxiang circulated her magic power, pointing at the basin of water beside her. Immediately, a tiny
tornado rapidly formed on the surface of the basin.
Chunxiang continued to manipulate the magic, bending the upper end of the tornado. Under her control, the ring-shaped vent
gradually covered Monica's anus, and the warm water flowed along the tornado, spiraling and frantically squeezing into
Monica's intestines.
"Ugh—!" Monica screamed, feeling a warm liquid continuously flowing into her
anus. "No… why is it there too…"
Hearing this, Haruka showed no sign of stopping the magic. She kindly explained, "Although this place may not
be used, the headmaster, as a slave, still needs to be cleaned thoroughly."
Monica struggled desperately, but bound, she couldn't escape the fragile wooden frame and could only
endure the seemingly endless irrigation.
"Haruka, stop… stop pouring in…" Monica bit her lip, looking aggrieved. The warm water swirled
in her stomach, and she was already starting to feel a little full, but Haruka showed no sign of stopping
.
Only when Haruka saw Monica's abdomen bulge into a visible arc did she reverse the magic with satisfaction
.
The upward thrust of the waterspout immediately turned into suction.
Monica gasped again, her anus seemingly beyond her control,
the tornado frantically drawing out water mixed with small bits of waste.
Fifteen minutes later, Monica lay weakly on the wooden frame, her eyes slightly closed, faint tear stains remaining at the corners of her eyes
. During this time, her abdomen rose and fell five times, each time causing her immense embarrassment. Fortunately
, only Haruka was there; if that little rascal had been there, she couldn't imagine what she would have become.
Looking at the clear basin of water, Haruka was satisfied with her technique. Then she took out another tube of ointment, unscrewed
the cap, and gently inserted the thin tube into Monica's still trembling anus. Then,
pinching the tail with her fingers, she forcefully pushed forward, squeezing the entire tube of ointment into Monica's rectum. Finally
, Haruka found a soft rod about the thickness of a chopstick in the corner of the bathroom and moved it in and out of Monica's anus,
spreading the ointment evenly.
"The headmaster's chrysanthemum will soon become soft, almost ready for Master's use!" Haruka
said excitedly, her eyes full of playfulness.
Monica endured the shame, biting her lip silently.
Haruka wiped Monica's sweaty body, which was covered in beads of sweat from her previous struggles, with warm water and a towel, then
released the binding spell, helped Monica up, and led her out of the bathroom.
"Go change your clothes quickly, Master has been waiting for a long time," Haruka urged.
Monica had no intention of answering Haruka. Her brows furrowed. She hadn't felt anything before, but now that everything
was over, the coolness in her two sensitive areas had gradually turned into a slight itching, as if dozens of
ants were crawling around inside. Deeper inside, lustful fluid was gathering.
On the way out of the bathroom, Monica's face burned, her thighs instinctively clenching together, only able to
secretly soothe her unbearable desire through the friction of her walking. So much so that when Haruka finally helped her choose clothes, she offered
little resistance and readily put on the seductive and suggestive maid outfit.
"Sexy to the max!" Haruka exclaimed excitedly, making Monica spin around on the spot. "Master
will definitely love it!"
"Let's go!"
PS: So, why isn't there any actual H yet?! Is there any at all?!

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