Succubus Prison

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They stood there for a few seconds, and finally, Ronica was the first to drop her confrontational stance. She sighed very softly, "Fine, at least tonight, I don't want to argue with you. This damn staircase is big enough for both of us to get across."

She shifted her body to the side, making room for her.

A complex emotion flashed in Madeleine's eyes, but her pride remained unchanged. She didn't answer, only pursed her lips, and quickly walked past her mortal enemy. But as they brushed past each other, she whispered, "...If you dare tell anyone, you're finished."

"the same as you."

This is almost a disguised way of turning enemies into friends.

They walked one after the other, maintaining a delicate social distance, and quickly disappeared into the deeper darkness below the stairs, temporarily setting aside their usual squabbles for that shared goal filled with forbidden pleasure.

Chapter 113 The Invisible Thing of Lust

"Nightingale," dressed in a black cloak and wearing a pure white, expressionless mask, carried a purple gemstone lantern and walked at the head of the procession like a ghost.

At the end of the road, instead of the dilapidated, dusty place one might have imagined, lay a place resembling an underground palace.

The space was very secluded, and the women marveled at it. The Countess, however, remained calm, seemingly unsurprised. After all, she was a regular at this grand theater. To put it bluntly, nobles and politicians regarded the opera house as a special kind of brothel. For a considerable period, the game of choosing a favorite male actor, spending a fortune on him, and then completely ruining him was very popular among noblewomen. Although she did not follow this trend, she had heard that there was a complex and winding labyrinth hidden beneath the theater. As for what tragic stories had taken place in this space, only the missing actors knew.

"Welcome, distinguished guests..." A magnetic voice rang in their ears, as if echoing.

"...Welcome to my kingdom. Please enjoy this chaotic night."

The ladies attending for the first time were still looking at each other in bewilderment, but the experienced women, whose breathing suddenly became rapid beneath their masks, were none other than the young "Lord of Lust," a noble being who controlled the heartbeats and breaths of women.

"Because today is the Festival of Dionysus, I have specially prepared a gift for you..."

Even without his explanation, anyone with eyes could see the huge pool in front of them, constantly churning with nearly transparent red wine, exuding a rich aroma of grapes. Scattered around the pool were some gorgeous clothes, and several red-haired waiters were silently pouring barrels of the same wine into the pool.

The Countess was the first to move. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, went to the edge of the pool, took off the cumbersome skirt, had the waiter clean her body briefly, and stepped into the pool of red wine without hesitation. Her mature and beautiful body was quickly swallowed by the wine.

She would occasionally indulge in a luxurious wine bath. Her mind was in turmoil as she recalled the early days of the theater's construction. When they were digging the foundation, they encountered groundwater. The clever architect excavated a large reservoir and many smaller pools, which were then drained through use. She never imagined that the abandoned pools would be utilized in this way.

Before long, the wine pools all had their own owners. They were in different poses. Some leaned lazily against the pool wall, being fed crystal-clear fruit by waiters; others began to scrub their bodies as if no one else was around, emitting low moans, and even making some more flirtatious and explicit gestures.

Before the invention of female massagers, truly wealthy women rarely took matters into their own hands due to sexual dissatisfaction. Most of them had professional private masseuses or doctors to perform "pelvic massage," which was essentially using their hands to help them masturbate.

The realm of lust has unfolded here, further concealed by masks that obscure their identities. Like a final, self-deceiving veil, they boldly unleash their most primal desires.

However, among all the women, there was one woman with an incredibly fit and beautiful figure, like a meticulously sculpted marble sculpture. Her proportions were also excellent, with a beautiful six-pack and well-defined abdominal muscles, a perfect waist-to-hip ratio... It was precisely because of this that she seemed out of place, even overly obvious, hinting at her true identity—a well-trained knight or fighter.

In fact, this woman was none other than Gamma, the Empire's chief law enforcement officer.

Beneath the mask, her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the chaotic world. After the initial turmoil, she had completely calmed down, and a feeling of disgust burned in her chest—it was these damned scarlet succubi, these despicable creatures, who had bewitched so many female noblewomen of the empire and ruined her lovely subordinates.

To avenge Millie, she even accepted a sexual invitation from her informant, throwing herself into the trap and exposing her body, all in an effort to gather evidence of their crimes and completely destroy the criminals.

She had to admit that the organizers seemed to have some tricks up their sleeves; they could even arouse desire in someone like her who had undergone brain modification surgery. She hated this unfamiliar feeling of desire constantly rising within her body, but she had no choice but to endure it.

If the other party is truly driven by lust, rashly launching an attack will only result in getting yourself caught in the crossfire.

Since they haven't reached the legendary level, ordinary succubi cannot fight back against a sinful succubus even if they try their best.

"The theme of the previous two gatherings was dreams, but tonight's theme is—illusory reality." The voice of the Lord of Lust suddenly rang out, "You will all experience the most real sexual experience while fully conscious and without any external object 'inserting' into your bodies. You don't need to worry about damaging your chastity, and it will not have any adverse effects on your future life."

After saying that, he activated his lustful power and felt a strange sensation between his legs. The effect of this newly acquired ability was quite absurd. It made him feel as if many new organs were growing from his crotch. It was quite bizarre and indescribable. They were like penises but not real penises, similar to tentacles but not tentacles at all. They seemed to exist, but he could not see or touch them. They were not material existences but products of consciousness. He simply called them "invisible penises".

With his control, more than a dozen "invisible penises" that were exactly the same shape and hardness as his own set off from between his legs and flew toward the ladies and noblewomen.

A short, surprised gasp escaped her lips, like the first pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in the otherwise quiet air.

The one who spoke was the Countess, who was known for her calm and composure. It would be hard for anyone to believe that she, who already had a daughter, was still a virgin, but that was the truth. She had never been touched by her husband. In her eyes, she never regarded Count Carlotta as her partner from the beginning. They were just marriage partners. Her daughter in name was the illegitimate daughter of the Count and another man.

Nina carefully selects slaves for her beloved master, most of whom are women like the Countess, who are long troubled by desires but can uphold their moral principles.

The lady was soaking in the wine pool, elegantly holding a crystal glass, her red lips slightly parted, preparing to take a sip of wine. However, at that moment, the invisible object precisely and undeniably pressed against her most private and sensitive area between her legs. It was as if an electric current suddenly surged through her spine and straight to her brain. Then, the wine glass slipped from her suddenly weakened fingertips and fell into the wine pool.

The soft murmur seemed to be a signal.

Then came more suppressed, broken gasps and moans, weaving a decadent melody in the dim, hazy underground.

"Um..."

The young lady suddenly covered her mouth, her pretty face turning red. Her usually innocent blue eyes were now wide open, filled with disbelief, panic, and a strange confusion.

She felt herself being gently and firmly filled by an invisible yet frighteningly hot cylinder. The feeling was so real that she could even "feel" the pulse beating on it, yet she couldn't find any physical form. She looked down and saw that her lovely, hairless private parts were still as tight as ever.

It was as if her brain had betrayed her, constantly transmitting false, suffocating pleasure.

Ignoring everything else, her slender waist arched slightly forward uncontrollably, trying to accommodate the intrusion of that phantom limb.

"Aha..."

A marquis's daughter, known for her rigidity and sternness (she was even El's former law teacher), let out a long, trembling sigh from her tightly pursed red lips.

Her well-maintained face instantly lost its color, which was quickly replaced by a sickly flush. Her hands gripped the edge of the wine pool tightly, her knuckles turning white, while her body seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, twisting slightly and shamefully.

That "invisible penis" seemed to know her level of sexual repression well, thrusting in and out at a slow and torturous pace. Each deep penetration precisely ground over her long-dormant organs, making her already loose moral bottom line teeter on the brink of collapse.

The Lord of Lust admired the vivid and chaotic oil painting he had personally created, and a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

His gaze swept over the distorted and intoxicated faces of every lady and noblewoman, capturing every subtle tremor from their souls, every suppressed sob, every futile resistance that ultimately turned into powerless surrender.

He could "feel" it, feel those dozen or so "invisible penises" that extended from his will, wreaking havoc inside those noble and chaste bodies with their shape, hardness, and rhythm.

He could "feel" them being enveloped and sucked by the warm, tight passage; he could "feel" the spasmodic contractions of the inner wall muscles amidst the intertwining of fear and pleasure; he could "feel" those hidden gardens rapidly becoming muddy and filthy due to the invasion.

Moreover, this "feeling" is not a physical sensation, but a more mysterious and direct spiritual feedback—as if his consciousness were divided into countless parts, each attached to that invisible organ, simultaneously feeling the other's trembling, wetness, and tightness, as well as the surging, pleasurable waves that were about to burst their banks.

Chapter 114 Mass Frenzy

The strange pleasure of merging with each other brought him to a satisfied sigh.

At that moment, Gamma, who was lying in wait, tried to stand up and escape the suffocating mental connection, but as soon as she put her legs up, the punishment came and held her firmly in place.

Her supposedly flawless disguise was exposed under the system's scrutiny, but the organizers didn't intend to expose her. Instead, they deliberately let her run wild, watching her struggles and resistance with great interest, seemingly finding it quite amusing.

Gamma suddenly parted her red lips, letting out a silent scream. She felt a violent impact originating from the depths of her soul; her pure consciousness was being fiercely attacked by a stranger, and her usually resilient willpower was being wantonly stirred up by something invisible. With each impact, a strange dizziness accumulated layer by layer. The chief law enforcement officer's body suddenly tensed, then, as if all her strength had been drained, she slid softly back into the pool of red wine, her long legs helplessly crossed, her toes curled up.

She buried her face in her hands, bit her lower lip, and her shoulders trembled violently—as if she had experienced an irresistible mental humiliation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can you feel it?" The Lord of Lust's voice was deep and magnetic, like a night breeze gently caressing the leaves, subtle and tender, penetrating the gasps that rose and fell in the room. "This is 'illusory reality'. Your bodies are in pleasure, your souls are trembling, but your chastity... remains intact in place. How... wonderful is that?"

But in reality, this is just self-deception and comfort. Her spirit has been so thoroughly and meticulously manipulated, inside and out, that she can no longer be considered a virgin. Her so-called chastity has long since become a mere formality.

The man of lust opened his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath, as if savoring the air filled with a mixture of various body scents, rich alcohol, and a mesmerizing, intoxicating aroma.

With a slight thought, he manipulated one of the invisible spiritual creations, abruptly increasing its power and frequency. The victim was none other than the Countess. At this moment, her eyes were glazed over, her red lips slightly parted, and she was almost unable to control herself from revealing her unsightly state.

“This distinguished guest,” the Lord of Lust called out, his voice gentle, “you don’t need to use your self-control, which you’re so proud of, in this kind of situation. After all, your desires are far more honest than you think.”

The Countess bit her lower lip hard, her face almost bleeding. Although reason kept telling her that this pleasure was harmful, she was already unable to extricate herself. The continuous waves of pleasure surging through her mind gave her an unprecedented sense of completeness as a woman.

Her body betrayed her; under the fierce assault of that unseen force, a warm current poured down, mingling with the pool water. She could only tilt her head back, her swan-like neck taut, letting out a faint, dying sob from her throat, forcibly pushed to a peak of pleasure she had never experienced before, and never wanted to experience in front of others.

In the underground space, time seems to be stretched out infinitely, or perhaps frozen under the extreme sensory stimulation.

The carefully maintained masks of elegance worn by ladies and noblewomen have long since crumbled, replaced by faces distorted by desire, temples damp with sweat, and beautiful eyes unfocused by the onslaught of pleasure.

The only sounds in the air were heavy breathing, suppressed groans, and the all-powerful, invisible, and violent mental connection.

The Lord of Lust watched all this with satisfaction, listening to the increasingly intense and unified rhythms and feedback transmitted through those dozen or so invisible spiritual links.

This extravaganza, themed "illusory reality," is gradually reaching its climax.

He looked forward to the moment when that final spiritual resonance overwhelmed these noble souls, and a dozen wills simultaneously lost control, collapsed, and surrendered—what a mesmerizing spectacle that would be.

At that time, his power will leave the deepest imprint on their souls.

Just then, Gamma, who had been clenching her teeth and trying her best to maintain her last bit of clarity, suddenly arched her body violently, like a fully drawn bowstring stretched to its limit—her pretty face, flushed red, wore an unprecedented expression of unrestrained and ecstatic joy, her eyes hazy and captivating.

A scream, suppressed to its limit but ultimately shattered, seemed to ignite the fuse once more.

As if swept by invisible ripples, the noble ladies and women of high birth who were trying their best to maintain their last shred of dignity and composure all trembled in unison around her.

Then, like dominoes, the chain reaction erupted uncontrollably.

"what--!"

"no, do not want……"

"Master... Master..."

Suppressed wails, uncontrolled screams, unconscious babbling... all sorts of sounds intertwined, conveying almost identical emotions—joy, surrender, and satisfaction, merging into a chaotic yet moving symphony. Faces that were usually elegant, proud, or cold were now all stained with the same absent-mindedness and morbid flush.

That's it!

El seemed to clearly "see"—a dozen or so originally brilliant, resilient, and proud soul lights were stained with his color, one after another, until all the noble souls had been marked with his imprint and sunk into the abyss he had woven called "lust".

No wonder demons love to lure humans into depravity and evil; the feeling is indeed intoxicating.

Gamma, on the other hand, seemed to have lost all her bones, leaning limply against the pool wall, staring blankly at the ceiling of the underground space, yet a strange and satisfied smile lingered on her lips, as if her wandering soul had finally found its home, even if that home ultimately led to a fate of enslavement.

Her complete surrender marked the end of this erotic feast.

A dozen or so beautiful but limp bodies lay like naked lambs being sacrificed on the smooth ground.

Their rapid breathing, subtle trembling, and the expressions of satisfaction mixed with a sense of loss after they had fully enjoyed themselves—this was the final and most moving scene of the ceremony.

……

The curtain fell heavily, cutting off the lingering applause from the audience.

In the dressing room, Catherine was still somewhat immersed in her role. In the recently concluded play "The Day of Wrath," she portrayed a saint who resolutely chose to sacrifice herself to appease the wrath of the gods. Her outstanding performance earned her the recognition and applause of most of the audience.

Sweat soaked through the lining of her costume, making it stick to her body. She leaned back lazily in her chair to rest, preparing to go home to shower and change later.

Just then, someone pushed open the door and walked in. She looked up and realized it was the young actress who had played the shepherdess in the first play, but at this moment, the innocence she once possessed had vanished.

Her steps were not as light and quick as usual, but rather... unsteady, stumbling as if she had drunk too much sweet wine, or as if she were walking on clouds.

Such drunkenness is not uncommon during the holidays. Out of kindness, Catherine went over to help her up and smelled a strong odor of alcohol. "How did you drink so much? Are you alright?"

"It's alright... thank you."

As they got closer, Catherine couldn't help but look at her closely, and she realized that the unusually intense blush on the other woman's cheeks wasn't actually the color of rouge.

Those slender legs were indeed trembling slightly, but the trembling wasn't entirely due to drunkenness—it was more like the afterglow of excessive excitement or exhaustion. There was also a secret sense of satisfaction on her face... This reminded me of their earlier conversation about that strange invitation.

Catherine had a vague sense of unease, and recalling the plot of "Romance of Cupid," she seemed to understand what had happened to the other person.

Have those obscene and vulgar scenarios become reality?

The actress seemed to notice Catherine's gaze, but instead of hiding it, she slightly raised her chin at her with an almost boastful shyness.

Catherine was shocked by the other party's boldness and lack of concealment. This was just too... too shameless!

Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and a sudden, intense sense of shame almost made her dizzy. In her panic, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"No, don't think about it anymore... Stop it! Other people's business is none of your concern!" Catherine cried out silently in her heart, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to pull her runaway thoughts back.

But this was of no use. She then tasted the bitter fruit of her vivid imagination. Just a few words brought an almost blasphemous impact, making her feel even more dizzy and ashamed.

Chapter 115 The Trial of Dionysus

The next morning, El arrived at the most illustrious temple of Dionysus, where he was to undergo the test of marrying a priestess.

The task is simple: find Gloria and then safely lead her out of the temple gates while she is fast asleep.

This has been a long-standing tradition: before a priestess of Dionysus gets married, she must drink far more wine than she can drink in the temple and have a full-night hangover. Then, at dawn the next day, her partner will take her back home.

The purpose of this ceremony is to allow Dionysus to observe the character of the groom-to-be on behalf of the believers, and whether he can remain gentle and patient when faced with a hungover, disheveled, or even incoherent fiancée.

If the other person has a different view on alcohol and doesn't have a broad-minded attitude, they will have a lot of complaints about their partner's drunkenness. It is foreseeable that conflicts will arise in their married life, and such a marriage is unlikely to be happy.

Al had been informed in advance that during the trials, he would experience a “trial” from Dionysus—not a fatal danger, but some mischievous pranks.

The temple doors were ajar for him, and the moment he stepped across the threshold, he felt the strong smell of alcohol in the air outside disappear.

"Is anyone there?" he called softly, his voice ringing out clearly in the empty corridor.

There was no response; only the sound of his own footsteps echoed in the silence.

El opened the map and, using Golia's large portrait as a guide, headed towards the inner sanctum.

However, the smooth stone slabs under his feet seemed to become unusually slippery, and the remaining wine stains acted like slippery oil, causing him to stumble.

Left with no other choice, he had to slow down and be more cautious.

Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from above. El looked up sharply and saw that the little elves dancing around Dionysus in the ceiling murals seemed to have come to life.

One of the sprites was playfully hanging upside down, poking at the iridescent wings of its companion with its finger; another was trying to steal a sip of wine from a relief of an overturned wine jug in the mural; and yet another, seemingly noticing El below, tilted its head and let out a soft giggle, the very sound that had just been heard.