"How about you hand in the towel and let me tie you up? I promise, I'll be much quicker than whatever you are trying to do here..."

The voice was silent, sweet, almost motherly yet with a hidden undertone of mockery, earning it little more than an annoyed grumble as a tall man in blue uniform turned yet another page in some form of book.

"How about you shut up or I am putting the gag back in," was his muffled reply, the gasmask making removing most emotional nuance from his voice yet not managing to completely hide the annoyance within it. Sadly the threat didn't have the expected results, earning him a chuckle from the much shorter woman who shifted slightly within her bounds, eliciting some sensual squeaks from her leather outfit.

"Oh yes, of course, by all means, put the gag back in, it worked so well before after all."

There was no answer to her mockery this time, at least no verbal one, the tall man deciding to instead simply pull at one of the thick gift wrappings he had managed to wrap around much of her body at this point, causing the entire complicated systems of knots and wrappings to tighten around her, rubbing against her sensitive areas and causing her to nearly moan...yet only nearly. The rumours of the Directrix being rather used to such depravity appeared to be quite true then, her threshold likely higher than this. A shame, it would've been quite the pleasure to the man to see her squirm a little.

"Mhhhhhh, yes, a bit tighter than that please. Especially around my hands, I think they may have gotten loose again."

Her remarks caused the gas-masked figure to sigh, his hand hovering over the knife on his hip. Amputating her hands would be quite easy, wouldn't it? But no, this was not what he was here to do. With threats not working, he decided on a new route, politely courting her with:

"Directrix Phantom, please, would you be so kind as to keep quiet? I am trying to concentrate here."

To which she merely rolled her emerald green eyes, stating:

"Well, it's really not my fault that you took so long trying to tie me up that your chloroform wore off. And as a professional with these kinds of things, I just can't help myself when I see such shoddy work."

An exasperated sigh was all she got from him, the man trying to rub his eyes but the goggles off the gasmask got in the way. Instead he decided to focus back on his manual again, the entire construct finally coming into its final stages.

"Now...pull over knot F and bind around knot C..." he mumbled, putting what he hoped were the finishing touches to wrap the feared Directrix up all nice and...and tight. Yes, tight fit.

...just where had he gone wrong that he ended up binding feared tyrants in gift wrappings? What cruel god had made this unlikely event happen?

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This image was a very nice and very sweet birthday gift from a user on Pixiv.

It features his character,  the commandant and the supreme ruler of Exilvania, and Directrix Phantom! 

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I really enjoyed the image AND the story that the creator added. Thank you so much!