Succubus Prison

Strictly speaking, the charm of a succubus can be described as a unique form of dominance. Because succubi are naturally very adaptable and accustomed to submitting to those in power, they will behave very submissively when faced with overwhelming charm from their own kind, to the point that it would not be an exaggeration to say that they "kneel and lick boots".

"Ah~ Ah, it's really a boy, such a handsome boy."

"Daddy, fuck me!"

A commotion broke out in the cell.

"What are you yelling for? Don't you want to live?" Soon, the nearby prison guards cracked their whips and began warning the prisoners to behave.

"Why did they let you come? Isn't this ridiculous?" The female colleague in charge of the handover in the fourth prison ward was dressed in a restrained style, but because of her excellent figure, she looked very sexy.

Her tone held a hint of helplessness, yet she couldn't bear to scold him too much, softening her voice: "This isn't a place for boys. Go back now, and remember to bring someone else next time."

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you all. Well, it's not because we're short-staffed, but also because I'm new here and it's good for me to get some experience," El explained softly with a smile. As she spoke, she pretended to take out several sweet snacks she had bought from the [shop] from her uniform pocket and fed them to her female colleagues around her.

These snacks may seem simple and harmless, but they are actually more potent than a carefully concocted love potion. They can directly increase [affection] and leave no trace of magic.

My sister is a glutton, and she's been eating him since she was a child, so her affection for him has skyrocketed.

Therefore, as long as you keep it within limits and don't give too much that might cause the other person to fall in love with you, it's simply a social tool for building good relationships with the people around you.

Curious, someone couldn't help but ask him, "These cookies are delicious! Where can I buy them?"

Al, however, smiled shamelessly and said, "It's my own secret recipe."

"I see." The female colleague nodded, looking quite regretful. Since it was baked by the other person herself, it wouldn't be realistic to eat it often.

You can't be too greedy when you're a succubus.

……

Having just returned to the detention center from the fourth prison ward, El was summoned to Freya's office. El assumed she wanted to ask about work-related matters and was prepared to give a report.

However, to his surprise, Freya only asked him how it felt to enter the prison area for the first time and whether he was scared.

El recalled the scene of him chasing after a star earlier, shook his head, and thought to himself that they were just a group of sexually repressed compatriots, and besides, there were iron bars between them, so they couldn't really do anything to him.

After a moment of silence, he agreed, saying, "It is quite scary."

Freya jokingly asked if he needed to lie in her arms for comfort, but El politely declined. She didn't seem to take it to heart and, while organizing the documents in her hands, gave him instructions in a light tone, "El, after work, go visit Erin at her house and remind her to come to work on time tomorrow. Just say it was me who told her to."

“Yes, no problem.” El immediately nodded in agreement.

Freya looked at him, her hands folded beneath her delicate chin, as if she had suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right, there's one more thing. I'll leave the task of disciplining that scarlet succubus to you, is that alright?"

After a moment's thought, he slowly nodded and agreed, "Okay." Then, tilting his head, he asked, "Speaking of which, how's that guy doing now?"

Freya said calmly, "There is no longer any threat, but it is still not suitable to put him in a multi-person cell. To be on the safe side, it would be better to keep him in solitary confinement."

El asked again, "Then when can I approach her?"

“Anytime is fine, but there’s no rush. You can wait until her confinement period is over.”

Freya was satisfied with his answers and smiled as she told him that there was nothing else.

El gave a soft "hmm," said nothing more, politely took his leave, and departed.

Chapter 8 The Succubus's House

As El stepped out of the office and opened the system panel, he inadvertently discovered that he had an extra task assigned to him.

Side Quest - Tracking Down the Blood Mother Cult 1

[Mission Description: Obtain the whereabouts of the other members of the Blood Mother Order from the Crimson Dancer Nara, and report back to Freya.]

[Quest Rewards: Gold +5000; Experience +10000; Prayer - Bloodflame Blade]

This mission seems a bit easy; all it takes is to gather intelligence.

Moreover, based on past experience, tasks with numbers are interconnected, requiring the completion of prerequisite tasks to unlock subsequent tasks.

Now I'm going to be busy again.

El glanced at his experience bar again, which had reached (578000/697500). He was about 12 experience points away from Lv.43. With a little more effort, he could complete a dozen or so of these tasks and level up again.

Unlike others, he doesn't feel any so-called bottleneck at all.

Upgrading is like climbing a mountain; as long as you take it one step at a time, you'll eventually reach the summit.

……

It was afternoon when, after telling Yishuang, El left work early and slipped away.

Walking slowly along the prison road toward my destination, I passed barbed wire fences and watchtowers, and a ghostly guard with a single eye staring at me, constantly monitoring every rustle of wind in the vicinity.

After passing through another forest, we finally arrived at the living quarters where the prison guards lived, which were clearly separated from the prison area.

It's fair to say that most of the prison guards live here.

However, El doesn't live here because of "resource shortages." The higher-ups haven't arranged a dormitory for him yet, so he has to make do with sleeping in the same velvet bed as the warden at night.

There were two succubi on duty at the entrance of the dormitory area. One of the succubi, a very pretty security guard, asked El in a sweet voice with a smile who he was looking for and whether he needed any help.

"No need, thank you, I know the way."

El smiled politely and declined the other party's offer. He opened the map, found Erin's big head, and then clicked the navigation function. A green guide line appeared in front of him.

Coincidentally, there seems to be a system-approved teleportation point near the main gate, so I can teleport there in a flash next time I come.

It's important to know that teleportation magic is a high-level technique that only succubi can use, and it's extremely difficult to master.

As he walked along, he saw many houses surrounded by flowerbeds, where roses, rose bushes, and wild roses were planted—all varieties beloved by succubi.

I took a deep breath of the fresh air in the garden, and upon closer inspection, I felt something was off.

Damn it, that's not right! What did you use to water these flowers? How come they have an aphrodisiac effect?!

Some owners also keep pets at home, with many keeping morning cows and quite a few keeping three-headed dogs.

The most outrageous thing was that he actually saw a barely clothed female succubus lying in an oversized doghouse.

Damn, who trained our compatriots to be like this?

However, it's best to mind your own business and not interfere in other people's affairs; they might be enjoying it themselves.

Looking around, I saw a little succubus clumsily shoveling sand in her yard, which warmed my heart and gave me renewed confidence.

Indeed, there are still pure and innocent succubi in the world.

Erin's house was not far ahead. El walked over and gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Eileen appeared with her blonde hair flowing freely. She was wearing a pure white silk nightgown, the hem of which barely covered her snow-white, pert buttocks, and her long, slender, white thighs were exposed, her bare feet touching the floor.

Upon seeing him, a delighted smile instantly appeared on her pretty face. She said, "Oh, it's you, El! Your knock was so gentle, I almost didn't hear it."

Al joked, "Okay, next time I come, I'll thump! thump! thump!"

The two looked at each other and smiled. Eileen seemed to have thought of something, and the little wings that had been perked up on her back twitched slightly. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she made way for him, inviting him to come in. "Come in and sit down!"

Then El saw her quickly pick up the underwear and socks from the floor and hide them behind her back.

Eileen looked slightly embarrassed. "The house is a bit messy, and I haven't dressed up much. I hope you won't mind."

"No, Sister Erin, you're actually quite pretty just the way you are," El said casually, not wanting to put the lady in an awkward position.

Eileen was a little embarrassed by his praise. She felt both shy and excited, and her eyes became alluring. If she hadn't still had some rationality left and was mindful of Satella's presence, she would have pounced on him and clung to him.

It's almost impossible to expect a young succubus to remain reserved in front of her beloved.

What's more, Eileen has been working at the succubus prison since graduation. While the prisoners are inside, she is outside. In the four years she has been imprisoned, she hasn't even seen many handsome men.

She finally met a boy who could make her heart flutter, and she had witnessed his courage and felt his gentleness.

This is such a rare thing.

So she made up her mind, gently pushing his shoulder from behind and leading him into her bedroom. As soon as they entered, she impatiently closed the door. When Al turned around, she embraced him gently with hazy eyes, her full breasts rubbing against his body.

El was enjoying it, but also found it a little funny. "What~"

Eileen confessed with seductive eyes, "Waaah, my El, my hero, my little knight, you have no idea, these past few days I've been dreaming about you. Just thinking about you standing in front of me makes me... well, you know... touch me if you don't believe me~"

Hmm? So, how about this?

El reached out and touched it, and then he confirmed an old proverb—women are made of water, and succubi are made of seawater. Indeed, she was watery and very moist.

In a rather unpleasant sense, the succubus's saliva is like a human's saliva before a meal—it's flowing so much, it seems this thing is really hungry!

El suppressed the urge to push her down, struggled to pull his hand away, looked at his fingers, and let out a long sigh. "Let me finish what I need to say first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say it later."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Eileen lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, flat stomach, and wiped his damp fingers. To be honest, even as a succubus, she felt a little shy about seducing him so shamelessly.

I kept recalling the positions taught in the school's physiology and hygiene class, and I was full of confidence that I would definitely get a good grade this time and hand in a satisfactory answer sheet.

She didn't feel too guilty about giving up her virginity. On the contrary, she felt that it was natural for a hero to save a damsel in distress and for a beauty to sacrifice herself. Wasn't this a timeless trope in chivalric romance novels?

"Warden Freya told me to tell you not to even think about slacking off."

Eileen's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and without hesitation, she said, "Then I'll do it in a bit!"

El was helpless; when a succubus is in heat, she really won't listen to anything, good or bad.

“Sister Erin, there’s something I have to tell you,” El said truthfully. “I’ve discovered that you’re still a virgin, but I’m no longer a virgin.”

"It doesn't matter, it's fine no matter what."

"But this is my first time. Now that I think about it, I saved this especially for you. Praise me!" She opened her red lips, exhaling a fragrant breath, and made a seductive voice.

Chapter 9 Sweet Punishment

When I came out of Erin's house, it was already completely dark.

The entire residential area was shrouded in a thin layer of darkness, with scattered lights from the surrounding residents and the occasional bursts of girls' giggles.

A deep sense of fatigue enveloped El. He moved his wrists, stretched, and thought to himself that it was getting late and it was time to go home. He then opened the map and teleported back to his current residence.

Before me stood a tall Gothic building, with four spires guarding the central castle, its shape resembling black claws climbing out from the ground.

This castle, also located near the prison, was built for her by the previous warden who had enslaved the prisoners, and later became one of the perks of becoming a warden.

A family emblem of a two-headed serpent holding an apple in its mouth hangs on the granite exterior wall of the castle. The serpent's body is covered with emeralds, forming a dense pattern of verdant scales.

Vipers, thorny vines, and green jade—these are the iconic symbols of the ancient family to which Satella belongs.

As he pushed open the door and entered the spacious hall, a beautiful maid slowly came forward to greet him.

"Good evening, sir. Welcome back. The lady of the house is waiting for you."

The shackles on the maid's ankles rattled softly with each step, making it hard not to notice her status as a prisoner.

There's an unwritten rule in prison: if you don't mind signing a soul contract and working for the guards like a lackey, you can become a high-ranking prisoner and enjoy certain special privileges and freedoms.

"Really? I'll be right there." As El walked, he glanced back at the maid, who seemed to have something to say.

"Please wait a moment." The maid raised her arm and snapped her fingers in mid-air, casting a cleansing spell on him, instantly dispelling any excess fragrance.

He casually placed his arm in front of his eyes, looked down, and sniffed his uniform. It smelled clean and refreshing.

"Thank you."

The maid bowed slightly. "No, it's an honor to be able to help you."

El opened the map again and confirmed that her sister was in the bathroom on the third floor, most likely taking a bath.

Upon arriving at the door, he unabashedly pushed it open and entered, and as it turned out, he was right.

The first thing that catches the eye is the wine bottles scattered on the floor. Under layers of white gauze, the beautiful figure in the large white bathtub in the center of the room appears even more hazy.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the bathtub was filled with bathwater mixed with rose petals and expensive red wine, and his dearest sister was lounging lazily on the edge of the tub, her eyes half-closed and her red lips slightly parted, enjoying a luxurious red wine and petal bath.

Her head was tilted back, her pink hair fell smoothly, and most of her body was immersed in the red wine. One of her beautiful legs stretched out of the bathtub, her toes playfully stirring the vortex.

Soft crystal lights cascaded down from above, illuminating her smooth, delicate skin, which was not covered by the red wine, giving it a color as white as snow.

"Come here." Satella opened her beautiful eyes and saw her younger brother standing there. She patted the bathtub wall with a half-smile, gesturing for him to come closer to her.

So Al obediently sat down on the marble floor by the bathtub and leaned back into her arms.

Compared to her sister's elegant figure, her breasts were simply outrageously large.

A damp hand reached out and touched his face, carrying the intoxicating aroma of fine wine. It stopped at his neck and slowly tightened.

El couldn't help but sigh. She knew without a doubt that her sister was jealous. After all, she was the one who possessed "jealousy." A woman who had written those two words into her name naturally had an almost abnormal possessiveness towards her lover.