Succubus Prison

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Succubi like Yi Shuang, who can reach orgasm simply by imagining it in their minds, can be considered the elite among succubi.

This is why she was able to initially master "True Demonization" with her fourth-tier strength.

"Our Yishuang is really lewd."

El couldn't take it anymore, and like a mischievous child playing around, he tore open her clothes, unbuttoned her uniform, pushed her bra up to her chest, and slowly freed her beautiful legs, which were covered in black stockings, from her trousers. Then, he half-pushed down her black stockings and lace panties, and slowly squeezed them into her tight honey hole, and whispered, "I want to put it inside."

"Mmm~" When his hard thing penetrated to the deepest part, all ten of her black-stockinged toes tensed up at the same time. She felt like her head was about to melt from the heat. Her buttocks were clenched tightly, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his back. She looked like she was enjoying herself, completely losing her previous aloof image.

Yi Shuang only recently discovered that the bodies of demon slaves crave their masters' affection in such a way.

Now, Al had placed his entire weight on her, burying his head between her round, soft breasts, and gradually fell asleep under the combined effects of exhaustion, fatigue, and the agave.

The handsome young man with black hair was embracing a tall, beautiful woman with long, straight black hair. They continued their sexual activity until she fell asleep, her bare buttocks exposed. It really looked like a scene from an oil painting, a sight that made all the women present feel their mouths dry.

The ward fell silent, broken only by the crisp echo of doctors' shoes tapping on the floor in the corridor.

Eileen remained silent for a long time, while Gloria softly remarked, "She went to sleep so obediently after drinking; she really is a good child."

At this moment, Yi Shuang whispered, "Why don't you all go back first? I'll stay here with him tonight."

Eileen gave a jealous snort and said irritably, "What else can I do?"

Yi Shuang, who had openly run away, remained silent, only smiling, and continued to offer her body to El as a mattress.

……

When El woke up again, it was already the next day.

Feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, he couldn't help but open his eyes and found Yi Shuang lying next to him, still in that disheveled and erotic state, with her half-undone black stockings leaving a faint rose-colored mark around her thigh.

El stroked her cheek, his affection evident in his words, "You've worked so hard, it was so kind of you to help me all night."

"It's not hard at all, not hard at all." That night he went hard and soft, soft and hard again, repeating this three or four times. She found it very interesting and thoroughly enjoyed the process.

"I'll get it done as quickly as possible, then I have to go out in the morning."

El felt that morning intimacy was like physical activity and didn't need to last too long. Ten minutes later, he got up and withdrew, then ejaculated into her mouth. Yi Shuang happily sucked on it, swallowing all the semen.

After getting dressed, El found the head doctor, the succubus, at the hospital. He greeted her briefly, explained his situation, and then brought up his real purpose, asking about the procurement process for potions at the prison hospital.

The succubus doctor explained that they usually work with potion suppliers designated by the Royal Apothecary Association. El showed an expression of expectation; things weren't so simple after all.

Even if the chief nurse is willing to help out of respect for his sister, he still needs to get the princess's approval first and obtain a royal certification. It's not that simple.

In fact, Al misunderstood the difference between "Royal Society of Pharmacists Accreditation" and "Royal Certification".

The Royal Society of Pharmacists’ certification is not as prestigious as the Royal Certification, which is only granted to core members of the Royal Family. The Royal Society of Pharmacists’ certification can be obtained as long as one is willing to spend money.

……

In the morning, he returned to work with Yishuang. As soon as Ailin saw him, she smiled with surprise and delight, "Darling, didn't you take a vacation? I thought I wouldn't see you for the next three days."

"Even if I'm on vacation, I'll still have you guys doing my work. I can't bear to leave you."

Eileen excitedly rushed towards him, and he caught her, spinning her around. Seeing this, Yi Shuang clicked her tongue, her face full of mockery. Eileen immediately became unhappy, "You little rascal!"

"You glutton!" Yi Shuang snorted and retorted.

Freya came out at the sound, feigning surprise, and said, "Huh, El?" Then she put on a serious expression and said, "You come here!"

She called him into her office, closed the door, and before El could react, he was shoved against the wall. Freya kissed his lips hard, gripping his genitals tightly. She complained petulantly, "Your sister gave me a good scolding yesterday."

El laughed and said, "She didn't hit you?"

"She hit me, so I'll bully her precious little brother." Then came another storm of kisses, the intense, wet kisses causing their warm saliva to seep from their lips, forming silvery strands.

"I thought you would restrain yourself a bit to get me, but you've been having sex a lot these past few days, so you definitely weren't wearing the underwear I gave you."

Freya's alluring and seductive voice, coupled with her provocative smile, undoubtedly provoked him further.

Upon hearing this, El remained calm and said, "See for yourself." He quickly opened his backpack and double-clicked the equipment.

Just as he finished dressing, Freya suddenly ripped off his pants, her pretty face showing a look of utter surprise, and stammered, "...You really wore them?"

She had only intended to tease him, thinking he would never accept such an absurd bet as wearing women's underwear. However, she never expected him to take her self-righteous jokes seriously. Seeing him wearing beautiful lingerie, she felt incredibly conflicted, excited, and even a little moved. Suddenly realizing that she had to keep her promise, she immediately wanted to renege on her promise.

She said coquettishly, "I don't believe you... You cheated, didn't you? We agreed that we would only count if we wore them all the time."

El looked at her quietly and smiled indifferently: "Want to back out? Sure, no problem. I always respect virgins."

The provocation tactic was very effective. Freya suddenly heard another version of herself sneer in the void: "How could a little virgin possibly do that? Just empty talk. And you call yourself Lady Freya?"

Her delicate body trembled slightly as she looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and anger. "You little pervert! You're already so hard, and you still say such things to your older sister. Just you wait!"

Left with no other choice, she slowly squatted down, then knelt down, grasped it, and gently took it into her mouth. Even though she knew he often made love with other succubi and women, and that this thing might have been inside someone else's body not long ago, she felt no nausea at all, and even developed a strong sense of reproductive worship.

Then, Freya consciously rubbed it against her soft cheek and sighed softly, "This is the natural power of a man. All women must bow down to this power."

Chapter 59 Little Rascal, You're Going to Be a Big Shot

El stroked Freya's pink hair, held it in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and chuckled, "So the noble and elegant Lady Freya can also say such flattering things to men?"

"Succubi conquer the world, and men conquer succubi."

Freya continued to give him oral sex as she spoke. She was gradually falling in love with the feeling of his penis swelling and hardening in her mouth. Then she gave him a deep throat and swallowed it all without thinking twice.

Perhaps this is difficult for Eileen, because she is a slow learner and always learns things slowly. She can't grasp the knack and can only hold a nut in her little hands and gnaw on it, like a hamster holding a nut, or stuffing her cheeks full.

But for Freya, this was not difficult at all; she only needed to rely on her instincts and let things take their course.

"My God, you really are!" El exclaimed, his breath coming in short gasps.

Freya looked up, gazing at him tenderly. She consciously tightened her grip on his throat until he ejaculated, then slowly released the semen. She lightly touched her red lips with her fingertips, sliding them down to indicate the flow of his essence within her. Finally, her heart pounding with desire, her pretty face flushed, she straightened up, tossed her hair, and grasped his still-erect member with her delicate hands, gently stroking it up and down. She asked in a sweet voice, "Why is it still so hard after you've ejaculated? And you reacted so strongly just now. Doesn't your sister often help you suck on it?"

El shook his head and explained softly, "You don't know, my sister has a pair of cute little poisonous teeth in her mouth, which makes her always afraid that when she bites me, she might accidentally scratch me. After all, there has been such an accident before—once, she accidentally caused me to be poisoned with aphrodisiac, and my penis remained hard for several days. In the end, I had to go to the hospital to have my blood drained. I guess it left a very deep impression on her mind."

Therefore, unless El asks for it, Satella will never let him bite her on her own initiative.

Freya was slightly surprised. It turned out that the warden had such an immature time. It was quite interesting. She secretly plotted that she might be able to use this weakness in the future.

“Then her bloodline is even more noble than mine.” Freya affectionately put her arm around El’s shoulder and opened her mouth to show him.

“Our family’s fangs have degenerated into ordinary teeth. Now it seems that it’s not entirely a bad thing.”

In the world of succubi, the purer the bloodline, the stronger the power and the more pronounced the demonic characteristics.

However, the more mixed the bloodline, the lower the likelihood of being driven by succubus instincts, and the closer one is to so-called human free will.

In general, there are gains and losses, good and bad.

"Serving an older sister like that since childhood must have been very hard," she said, her beautiful eyes sparkling, seemingly unintentionally.

"Is it hard? Not really, but my back and waist are definitely sore." El also said with feeling, "And recently, after I had Eileen and Yishuang, I really realized how energy-consuming it is to build a harem."

Freya frowned slightly upon hearing this, then led him to her chair and sat down. She considerately massaged his shoulders from behind, and began to teach him with her own preconceived notions: "That's because your method is wrong. You can't spoil women too much. If you always give in to them, they will become arrogant. Relationships are like work. Leaders only look for their subordinates when they need them."

"Hehe." Elton chuckled to himself, thinking to himself, "A bad woman is indeed a bad woman. She follows the pragmatist approach in everything. She talks about practicality and interests."

He countered, "Then what kind of love is this?"

True love is about mutual giving. It's about two people feeling comfortable and relaxed in each other's daily interactions, without deceiving or betraying each other, and being able to confidently expose their weaknesses without worrying about saying the wrong thing. It's about being able to express one's grievances directly instead of bottling them up, and being willing to sit down and talk openly about each other's thoughts when there are disagreements, instead of acting impulsively and saying things like "I won't listen to you, get out."

To put it another way, what I need isn't a sex slave, but a living, breathing girl with her own joys and sorrows, a bright and beautiful girl.

But then Al changed his mind again, thinking that only the innocent should throw stones at the guilty.

At least Freya genuinely likes him now, so he has no right to criticize her.

Moreover, the reason she thinks this way is likely due to her own experience. Just as desert plants evolve water storage structures, succubi are also creatures that adapt to their environment.

So El took her hand that reached out from behind and pressed it against his cheek. "My tone was a bit harsh just now, but what I meant was right. Just like when you're facing me, do you also weigh the pros and cons and consider various factors?"

After a moment of silence, she let out a long breath, hugged his neck from behind, and let the back of his head sink into her soft breasts. With a "what the heck" attitude, she said, "...It's really strange. Who knows what kind of drug you gave me to make me like you so much? Anyway, I think I've really fallen in love with you now. I want to do a lot of things for you and I don't want to care about the gains or losses. It's just inexplicably stupid."

Just like when she gave him oral sex, it wasn't because she coveted his essence, but to make him feel good, so that after enjoying her tenderness, he would obediently listen to her and stay by her side.

Freya slowly approached and whispered in his ear, "I don't regret my decision, but you little rascal, you have to be ambitious, you have to get promoted, you have to become a glorious big shot and prove to everyone that my judgment and intuition were right, do you hear me?"

That gentle voice, filled with expectation and persistence, lingered in his heart.

"...Even without me, you will become a great person."

El was clearly moved and whispered a promise: "I will become the King of Aetheran." Then he quietly added, "Then I will become a star in the sky, ranking among the gods."

“You self-important little fellow.” Freya kissed his ear from behind. “Then I’ll reluctantly become your second queen.”

In fact, the empire did not stipulate a marriage system, specifying how many wives a husband could marry. In fact, the main content of the Marriage Law was exactly the same as the citizen family section of the Inheritance Law.

Referring to the traditions of previous human empires, apart from the king and crown prince who could openly marry concubines, no one else had concubines. The concubines of nobles were actually mistresses without any official status, so in essence, it was a system of one husband and multiple mistresses. There were also kings who never married concubines until their death, such as the famous dragon-slaying king David II, a ruthless man who even took his wife with him to the battlefield. This is what a hero should be like.

Chapter 60 The First Bloodhound

In the morning, Al continued his business ventures.

He asked the industry association to act as an intermediary and hired a succubus who was also the store manager and accountant in the name of the family. Her salary was 60 gold sola per month. He also hired two junior pharmacists who took turns working the day and night shifts. They were only responsible for receiving customers and not for dispensing medicine. Their salary was 40 gold sola per month. They could also provide free accommodation for everyone.

At this point, the preliminary preparations for opening the store have been almost completed.

Then El instructed them, "If you encounter a situation where someone is suddenly ill but has no money to pay, you can give them the medicine first and then ask them to write an IOU."

Therefore, in the eyes of the employees, El, whose black hair already indicated her noble birth, was not only beautiful but also kind-hearted. After all, few noble people would take the initiative to consider such things and lend a helping hand to the poor.

As for the mother and daughter, Fate, whom he had helped before, El had not forgotten them. He simply handed the matter over to the shop manager, Succubus, and said that if any suitable job seekers with difficulties were found during the trial operation, they could be hired.

In any case, feeding a few more mouths is just a small thing for him, but for the person involved, this act of kindness may change their life.

Next, all he needs to do is figure out how to expand sales channels and regularly restock the store.

……

With the potion shop matter temporarily settled, El teleported back to the prison and immediately began arranging the training of the group of scarlet succubi he had finally managed to get from his sister. He planned to train these murderers into true female hounds, who would only strictly follow their master's orders to hunt.

However, getting them to completely obey their master and willingly sign a soul contract is actually quite difficult.

Physical discipline and punishment alone are unlikely to subdue the scarlet succubi.

So El kept going through the information on this group of guys, looking for a breakthrough. In the end, he felt that to deal with cultists, he had to start with their faith. The best way was to make their faith crumble. It was possible to completely destroy the Blood Mother Cult, but it was unlikely that he could destroy the Blood Mother Cult by himself. Or he could simply do the opposite and make them believe in him.

Elton suddenly felt enlightened, and a plan began to take shape in his mind:

They could easily package themselves as the chosen one of God, or the son of God, and call themselves "the son of the Blood God."

In addition, we need an inside agent. Fortresses are often breached from within, and the Scarlet Dancer we captured earlier is a good candidate. Not to mention that she has already betrayed the Order, so I believe she wouldn't mind cooperating with us.

El wrote up his plan in a report and submitted it to his sister so she would know what he was up to. He then told Eileen and Yishuang not to wait for him after get off work, and then [teleported] to the restricted area.

Gloria was lounging lazily on her desk, half asleep. She always seemed tired, but when she saw him, she perked up and smiled, saying, "Did you need something from me?"

He walked over, reached out his fingers, and carefully brushed a strand of dark hair from her forehead. Then he casually grasped one of her horns. Gloria's horn was shaped somewhat like a ram's horn. El could tell at a touch that it was a steering wheel with excellent feel, sure to bring a lot of driving pleasure in bed.

In succubus tradition, horns are also a symbol of lineage and status. The more beautiful the horns on one's head, the higher the status. Large or deformed horns are considered blasphemous and ominous.

"You have no manners." Gloria shook her head, somewhat embarrassed, and brushed his hand away. She stared at him for a moment, as if she could read his mind. "You're going to stare at a succubus aunt like me?"

He laughed and said, "Men, when they see a hole, they want to insert it; when they see a straight stick, they want to pick it up."

Gloria found it somewhat amusing, then stood up. "Let's go, I'll be your witness."

Under her guidance, El pulled the dancer Nara out of the "coffin." The moment the coffin lid opened, she instinctively closed her eyes and curled up. El shook her wrist, coiled the chain around her hand twice, and pulled her in front of her, observing her disheveled and pretty face covered in dust. To prevent her from screaming, a copper gag was stuffed into her mouth, her canines protruding outwards, still maintaining the posture of attack. Her lips were covered with traces of saliva, and her blood-red hair was dirty and matted.

After this period of torment, the closed, dark, and oxygen-deprived confinement environment seemed to have plunged her into a state of psychological numbness due to self-protection. Her eyes were listless, and it seemed that she had suppressed her original murderous aura.

By severing her connection with the outside world through prolonged sensory deprivation, the brain is thrown into chaos, leading to inattention, emotional instability, cognitive confusion, and even self-collapse. This is the power of solitary confinement.

El supported her waist, his other hand still gripping the chain, and led her into a stone chamber. He let her lean her upper body on his shoulder, took out water and a towel to wash her body, from top to bottom, and without any hesitation moved down from the middle of her lower abdomen.

And so, the two succubi remained alone for a while, until her hateful voice rang in his ear, "I don't need your fake kindness!"

El said calmly, "During the time you were in solitary confinement, your branch of the cult was completely wiped out because of the intelligence you provided. All the suspects have been arrested and brought to justice, not one of them has been spared."

"What did you say?"

Ignoring Nara's shocked reaction, he straightened up, took a deep breath, and continued in a louder voice, "...But because you all carry the Scarlet Fever, which is extremely dangerous, the warden has decided to kill you all. So, behave yourself. I don't think you want to go to hell covered in dirt, do you?"

Nara's composure vanished upon hearing this. She raised her eyes, staring intently at him, and uttered a few words in a tone that was both pleading and threatening, filled with anxiety and anger: "You've absorbed my life force!"

“Yes, that’s why I came to help you wipe your body,” El said softly, his tone slightly melancholy and sad, as if he were a pervert saying, “You are a delicious meal, and your fearful expression also makes me very happy. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and it’s time to say goodbye.”

Seeing that her reaction wasn't strong enough, he continued to threaten her, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, "If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be beheaded. I've reserved your skull. You have a very handsome and beautiful face; it might fetch a good price from a collector."

Nara trembled and shoved him away, then fell to the ground, screaming and crying uncontrollably. Then she began to pray again: "We... praise you, Mother, you are the truth, you are the pain! This must be your test!"

El grabbed her by the horns and pulled her up from the ground. "Aren't you all fearless? Besides, you've already betrayed the Order. Do you think that damn god of pus, blood, flies, and maggots will still favor you?"