Succubus Prison

El's grades in "Mythology" were passable, and he silently uttered a tongue-twisting name, "Sabazuis Little Elf".

As for what they actually are, the textbook is vague, only saying that they are "the embodiment of the intoxicating breath of Dionysus," the manifestation of the most harmless and mischievous side of the Dionysian soul, full of childlike innocence.

They are not powerful servants of the gods like the Chupacabra, but rather tiny miracles born from divine power.

At that moment, the little elves on the mural all turned to him, breaking free from the mural's constraints. Like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, they buzzed and flapped their wings. In the blink of an eye, dozens of these little creatures surrounded El! They hovered in mid-air, shimmering like a group of playful fireflies, but each of their blurry little faces carried a... malicious smile.

"Hey! Little ones, stop fooling around!" Al tried to coax the children, "I'm here to pick up a beautiful older sister from school, please don't bother me, okay?"

The lead sprite, slightly larger in size and with golden lines along the edges of its wings (let's call it "Golden Wings"), flew up to El, almost touching his nose.

It tilted its little head, its face showing a human-like, utterly disdainful expression, as if to say: You fickle man! You've already deceived the hearts of several girls, and now you want to take our priestess away?

El understood what it was trying to convey, and his face became somewhat embarrassed. He tried to explain, "Um, that's how the adult world is..."

"Golden Wings" let out a series of mocking sneers, and waved its little hand as if giving an order.

The trial has begun!

The elves began to pelt him with fresh grapes or tiny water droplets formed from deep red wine. The droplets landed precisely on El's face with a "smack," the force not enough to cause him pain, but the deep red wine stains quickly seeped into his light-colored coat, making him look disheveled and completely unrecognizable.

"You bunch of... little brats who popped out of a rock!" El wiped his face haphazardly, and his playful side emerged. He took out a toy that didn't belong to this era from his backpack—a water gun.

The trendy little trash items that have been added to the store are now coming in handy.

"You like throwing grapes and having water fights, right?" El grinned like a villain as he filled the water gun. "Then come on."

He aimed at the most arrogant "Golden Wings," pulled the trigger, and a shot shot out. However, "Golden Wings" made a tactical maneuver to dodge the water flow, then made a face at him, as if silently mocking: Idiot, did you even hit it?

El was taken aback, then became furious: "You're something else, I hope the other little ones are as good as you!"

He turned his gun around and started firing at the ordinary little sprites.

"Zi! Zhi!"

Several little elves fell to the ground in response, dizzy and disoriented.

"Golden Wings" also seemed bewildered by the power of El's "weapon," which was completely beyond the scope of the script.

The large number of casualties marked the beginning of a new phase in the war.

Cool water and wine splashed freely in the solemn temple, some even hitting the face of the statue, causing her to frown and stare at the water gun in El's hand.

The next second—

The air inside the entire temple vibrated violently! Not with anger, but with a kind of... excitement at discovering a wonderful new toy!

More little sprites popped out of the mural with a crackling sound. All the sprites formed a battle formation at their master's command, far exceeding the number from before!

"Wait!" El seemed to realize the situation was getting out of hand. "Hey, can we reconcile?"

Are you kidding me? It's too late!

"Golden Wings" let out a high-pitched, excited shriek and suddenly waved its little hand!

Hundreds of "wine balls" rained down on Ayr like a barrage of cannonballs from all directions and angles, representing a variety of vintage and type of fine wines, creating a devastating saturation attack.

"Ah, ceasefire! I surrender, okay? I give up!" El's voice was full of helplessness.

Dionysus hadn't had enough fun yet, but the little elves were having too much fun to listen to anything. They let out deafening cheers and shrill laughter, constantly chasing after El. El could only fight and retreat, looking for pillars as cover and taking them down one by one. Although he fought hard, he was still at a disadvantage.

Time flew by, and when El slipped and fell in an extremely ungraceful manner, the sprites' revelry reached its peak. They changed formation, forming a giant "crying and laughing face" in the air, and then let out a series of "laughing and laughing" laughs. Afterward, as the victors, they flew back into the mural with satisfaction and swagger, leaving El, soaking wet, reeking of alcohol, lying on the ground like a salted fish.

But the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Chapter 116: Holding the beauty home

El lay on the ground, gazing at the towering dome of the temple, pondering where he should find a place to change his clothes before going to meet his senior.

Just then, a small head peeked out from the relief mural again, looking at El lying on the ground with puzzled eyes.

"Golden Wings" didn't understand why this person was dawdling here, why he wasn't continuing, was he injured?

Instead of flying around excitedly like during the earlier revelry, it slowly approached, looking just like a silly roe deer in the forest that had successfully escaped but couldn't resist its instincts and foolishly ran back to see what had happened.

It stretched out its tiny fingers and tentatively poked Al's cheek.

El didn't move, but just looked at it with amusement.

"Golden Wings" stretched out its two little hands and then frantically flapped its wings, trying to pull him up from the ground.

So he propped himself up on his arms and slowly sat up from the ground. The "Golden Wings" circled him twice, making short, light cries, as if to say: You're not dead.

El chuckled softly, his gaze falling on the water gun beside him. A thought flashed through his mind, and he reached out to touch it.

Upon seeing this, "Golden Wings" immediately flew a little higher on alert, clenching its fists and showing wariness on its little face.

However, El didn't make any attacking moves. He just handed the water gun forward and said, "Here you go, little guy. Take it and play with it. Kindness always brings good luck. Hmm, but you still have to be careful of the bad people in this world."

"Golden Wings" was stunned. Its small body froze in mid-air. It looked at El, then at the strangely shaped plastic water gun. A few seconds later, a look of excitement lit up its eyes. It suddenly swooped down, stretched out its little hands and hugged the toy, which was three times its size. It let out a joyful cry, like a child's surprise.

The other little elves, who had already returned to their places, also peeked out from the mural, watching this scene with curiosity and envy.

Then, working together, they carried this "trophy" back into the mural. A wonderful thing happened: the image of Dionysus in the mural, that dashing and handsome androgynous beauty, had the bunch of grapes on her right hand quietly disappear, replaced by an incongruous plastic water gun, as if Dionysus himself had gladly accepted this novel toy as a sacrifice.

Elton was speechless, thinking to himself, "Oh no, I hope those priestesses won't cause me any trouble because of this."

At that moment, a gentle and mellow divine power descended from the sky, instantly drying his soaked clothes, and an indescribable power filled his limbs and bones.

Is this... a blessing from Dionysus?!

Could it be that my unintentional actions have inadvertently aligned with the deity's own preferences?

He casually opened the system panel and read the series of prompts on it.

[Receive divine grace—the blessing of Dionysus]

[Blessing of Dionysus: Immediately removes all negative status effects upon drinking alcohol; this effect can only be applied once every seven days.]

In addition, there was even a message from the goddess of wine, Lonia:

"Let's add some more fun to this boring world!"

[Received Prayer - Sabbazuos, My Good Friend]

[Sabazuos, my good friend: You can summon nearby Sabazius sprites to help you by shouting. Whether they will respond depends on their mood and how loudly you shout.]

[Obtain hidden title - "The guy who offered the water gun"]

[“The guy who offered the water gun”: His popularity increases within any group of believers associated with the goddess Lonia (such as followers of the god of healing), and his initial favorability automatically rises to the 'Friendly' level.]

The moment he saw the title, El realized that because of his impulsive decision, he might hear countless "Was it you who gave that water gun to Dionysus?" from now on.

"Never mind." El shook his head. He couldn't take back the gift he had given away. If he kept dawdling, his senior would probably sober up and come out on his own.

Without further hesitation, he strode toward the inner sanctum. This time, there was no obstruction or disturbance from the elves. He finally found Goliath, still sleeping, on the altar beside the base of the colossal statue of Dionysus.

She wore a floral crown and a magnificent priestess robe, so white it was almost transparent, as if she were draped in solidified moonlight. The robe was embroidered with patterns outlined in gold and silver threads. Her dark hair was braided into countless fine braids, adorned with tiny hair ornaments and flowers. A supple belt was tied high around her waist, emphasizing her voluptuous figure. Her natural ram horns and the complete leopard skin beneath her added a touch of wildness to her sacredness.

El walked up and gently picked her up, his movements more natural than any of his previous mental rehearsals.

"Senior, I'm sorry I'm late. I was delayed a little on the way." His voice was deep and gentle. "But it's alright. Since you haven't woken up yet, let's pretend nothing happened." As he spoke, he reached out and gently brushed the hair off her cheek with his fingertips, then placed a kiss on her cheek. "Now, we should go home."

As if hearing his call, Gloria's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. At first, there was still a lingering hangover in her beautiful eyes, but when she saw the person in front of her, she nestled her head against his neck and rubbed against him in a coquettish manner.

“It seems you haven’t been mistreated by your sisters.” Gloria’s voice was still hoarse from just waking up. “That puts my mind at ease.”

El chuckled softly, “I didn’t encounter them at all along the way, but Lord Dionysus was… well, very enthusiastic.”

He paused, then said, "Did I wake you up, or is this the normal procedure? Can you walk by yourself, or do you need me to carry you out?"

"Are you nervous? My goodness, my dear El, there's no need to be nervous." Gloria smiled, without giving a direct answer.

Even she herself didn't know that the rituals of Dionysus were always spontaneous; after all, you can't expect a group of drunken believers to pay attention to any details of etiquette.

She used his shoulder to stand firmly on the ground.

In the short time it took to speak, the dizziness from the hangover had mostly subsided, and her eyes had regained their clarity. Gloria reached out and gently removed the flower crown from her head, solemnly placing it before the base of the statue.

“Let’s go.” She took El’s hand firmly, her voice calm yet joyful. “I’ll take you to see my teacher.”

……

The temple priestess in charge of presiding over the "Drunken Return" ceremony was none other than Gloria's teacher, an elderly priestess who had long been suspicious of the unusual commotion within the temple.

When she saw El's somewhat familiar face, she was almost speechless with shock.

"You..." The old priest was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. His eyes held a hint of barely perceptible anger and deep concern for Golia's future after marriage.

Al gave her a slightly awkward smile. At that moment, he recognized the woman in front of him as the kind old woman who had warmly offered him and his sister "special" absinthe on the night of Dionysus.

On the contrary, Gloria was very open-minded: "You don't need to worry about me. I know he has other partners, just as I know that other plants are allowed to grow in the vineyard of Dionysus... Since the ceremony was successfully completed, it means that Dionysus has tested his character and is satisfied with his performance. This is actually expected. He has never been a villain, just a little philanderer."

The old priest finally nodded, acknowledging his disciple's sophistry, and slowly said, "It seems that the young people's attitude towards life is far beyond what we old folks imagined. Go, children, may your love be like a grapevine entwining an oak tree, everlasting and everlasting. May you walk hand in hand through the long years. In the name of God... I bless you."

Chapter 117 The Devotion of Superior Corrector G

The clamor of the celebration was kept outside the iron gates of the succubus prison. The prison guards were even able to take turns to attend the celebration, while the prisoners received nothing more than a small, murky glass of wine. It was less a reward for the festival and more a harsh reminder.

Deep within the prison's solitary confinement area lies a basement undetectable by any detection magic. This was because it didn't exist before; it was recently built under El's direction, a secret room specifically for Special Grade Correctional Officer Gloria to slack off during her work hours.

At this moment, the inside and outside of the secret room are like two completely opposite worlds.

There were no torches in the secret room; a soft and steady cool light emanated from a few luminous white stones embedded in the wall, illuminating the space, which was not spacious but exceptionally comfortable.

A low couch covered with a thick, dark blue velvet carpet occupied the central position. In addition to the essential wine cabinet, there was a small table next to it, on which sat a crystal decanter and two stemmed glasses. The deep red wine inside shimmered with a jewel-like luster—a world apart from the murky, inferior wine that the prisoners drank. If this were made public, it would probably incite a prison riot.

Expensive incense filled the air, masking the earthy smell of the rocks themselves.

The celebratory gown that Gloria wore, symbolizing the glory of Dionysus, now became the most potent aphrodisiac. The sheer fabric, flowing like moonlight, the shimmering gold and silver embroidery, and the cinched emerald waistline—the sacred attire—created a fatal contrast to her passionate demeanor.

She leaned against the soft cushions of the low couch, her shoes casually slapped against the edge, while her other long leg was bent, her knee resting against El's firm belly.

El knelt on the carpet in front of the couch. He had taken off the clothes stained with red wine from the trial and was now wearing only a close-fitting white shirt dyed light red, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.

He was buried in the inside of Gloria's bent knee, his warm breath seeping through the thin gauze, traveling from the sensitive flesh of her knee upwards to the base of her thigh, outlined by her panties. His teeth gently bit through the fabric, leaving a slight pain. Each passionate kiss caused Gloria to let out a suppressed moan. Her slender fingers ran through El's noble black hair, sometimes caressing him, sometimes pressing him closer with desire, seeking deeper comfort.

"Hmm... El." Gloria's voice held a sweetness she never showed to others, like it was soaked in honey, "That's enough..."

El raised his head, a trace of glistening on his lips, his eyes burning with undisguised desire, yet he gently asked, "Senior, are you sure it won't be unfair for me to give you my first time in a place like this?" Ever since Freya complained to him about this topic, he had always been very mindful of the woman's feelings.

She shook her head. She had already received so much, so what was there to feel wronged about?

“Still calling me senior? I’m not senior anymore… I’m your bride.” Gloria said, her voice trembling.

“Then I’ll call you Lily.” As he spoke, his nimble fingers had already slipped inside the silky lingerie beneath Gloria’s priestess robes, precisely capturing that full, soft mound, skillfully kneading and teasing it, feeling the bud in his palm quickly stand erect under his fingers.

"Mmm..." Gloria let out an alluring breath, her chest involuntarily rising to meet the invasion of his hand. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him forcefully towards her, and kissed his lips. The kiss carried the rich flavor of wine, a taste that could be discerned even by her tongue and palate, numbed by the passionate drinking.

El responded to her enthusiasm, but his actions became even more unrestrained.

He slid down her tight waistline, caressed her pert buttocks, and finally stopped on the round panties covering her breasts. His fingertips, burning with a magical power, circled on the taut, full fabric, slowly piercing the crevice between her thighs. Gloria's body trembled violently. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed his fingers tightly, preventing him from going any further, yet she also contradictorily craved more.

"My Lily," El said breathlessly, "you have no idea how hard I've endured these past few days, out of respect for your faith. Is it alright to leave these clothes on? Isn't that disrespectful to God?"

Golia blushed and acquiesced. Clothes are just clothes; in the eyes of a tolerant deity, they would not be given any other meaning.

So El's hand, which had been hovering on the edge, finally reached under the fabric with irresistible force, directly touching the already wet and hot core area. His fingers were skillful and experienced, accurately finding the most sensitive and vulnerable point, pressing, scratching, and kneading it lightly or heavily. Each movement triggered a violent spasm and uncontrollable groan from Golia's body.

He felt the astonishing amount of water and the tight suction in his palm, admiring her completely lost in passion and debauchery under his finger stimulation—the senior who had been so caring towards him when they first met was now just a pool of melting spring water in his arms.

Soon, the only sounds in the secret room were rapid breathing, sticky water sounds, the rustling of fabrics rubbing against each other, and the muffled thuds of flesh hitting soft carpet.

Even expensive incense cannot mask the intense hormonal scent emanating from desire.

Like the most skilled royal musician, El played a wild and disordered melody on her virgin body. Every thrust and climax was precisely in tune with the melody's rise, fall, and transition. Gloria's waist swayed uncontrollably in response. All her restraint and pride crumbled before the tidal wave of pleasure, leaving only the succubus's instinctive urge to take. Her long legs wrapped tightly around El's waist, her smooth heels pressing hard against his buttocks, drawing him deeper into her, as if to devour the culprit who was wreaking havoc within her.

"El...El..." she called his name again and again, her voice trembling with sobs, "...Quick...Give it to me...I want it."

El's breathing was equally heavy and labored. He kissed his lover beneath him, gazing lovingly at the exquisite body wrapped in the magnificent ceremonial robes, which was now fully blossoming and trembling because of him. The eyes, which were always languid as if they hadn't woken up yet, were now filled with a hazy, watery light, reflecting only his own image.

A desire for conquest, a mixture of control and intense satisfaction, exploded in his heart. To be honest, conquering a hundred slaves couldn't compare to the pleasure and satisfaction of a physical and spiritual union with his lover.

He increased the speed and force of his thrusts, the musician's bow powerfully scraping across the instrument's sensitive range. The ultimate wave finally surged in with unstoppable force, as if an invisible electric current instantly ran through her limbs and bones. A dazzling white light exploded before her eyes, causing her to briefly lose consciousness. Only her body remained, instinctively convulsing and trembling violently, tightly gripping the culprit that brought her overwhelming pleasure.

More clearly than she could feel the explosive, intense contractions and scalding warmth within that tight passage. He held her tightly, feeling every tiny tremor and spasm during her orgasm, until the spasms slowly subsided, and her tense body went limp as if all her strength had been drained, leaving only rapid breathing and soft sobs.

El slowly withdrew, leaving behind a trail of blood-stained, glistening wetness. His heart ached with even more tenderness. He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead and closed eyes. Gloria's high breasts heaved violently as she was immersed in the afterglow. Even the tips of her ears were flushed pink. Her gorgeous dress was already disheveled, revealing large areas of delicate, reddish skin, exuding a breathtaking allure after lovemaking.

He picked up a glass of wine from the small table, took a sip himself, and then lowered his head to transfer his kiss, imbued with the precious wine, into Gloria's slightly parted cherry lips. The cool liquid slid down her burning throat, finally bringing a sense of relief. Gloria passively swallowed, letting out a satisfied sigh, and then slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with a familiar languor and a contented satisfaction.

Gloria snorted, "I'm never going to live on alcohol again, so you'd better be prepared."

El twirled a strand of her long, dark hair between his fingers, his voice tinged with amusement: "So, Lily, are you satisfied with this 'dining'?"