Succubus Prison

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[Race: Succubus]

[Level: Lv.40]

[Affection level: Like]

El sighed without any attempt to hide it, wiped the sweat from his palms with his uniform, then gripped the hilt of his sword and drew it with a "clang".

The two faced off, walked to the center of the room, and began a duel before the emperor that, once proposed, could not be refused.

After the ceremony, the knight's steel sword and the ceremonial sword clashed, sparks flying. Alia's thrust was deflected by El's horizontal parry, and then he flipped his wrist, twisting the steel sword in reverse, turning the tables and becoming the attacker.

Both players had solid fundamentals, and their offense and defense transitions were almost flawless.

Perhaps El's swordsmanship isn't as good as Aria's, but he's a cheater.

[Sword Skill - Flash Strike]

[Skill Description: Launch a lightning-fast surprise attack, dealing damage equal to 190% of attack power to the enemy.]

[Cooling time: 360 seconds]

"Stop!"

The sword strike was incredibly fast. The princess had already sensed something was wrong and was about to call for a halt, but El seemed not to hear her. In her desperation, she blurted out, "You bastard, do you want to kill her?"

The sword tip grazed Alia's scalp as it flew past. She felt her neatly tied golden hair slowly fall and fall loose. She was stunned for a moment. So this was El's true strength. Finally, she threw down her sword in shame and anger, her chest heaving as she took a few deep breaths. "I lost."

Despite winning the match, El felt no relief or joy. Sheathing his sword, he approached the princess and presented it with both hands, saying, "Thank you for lending me your sword, Your Highness."

The princess did not accept it, but instead said coldly as if she were disgusted, "It's yours."

After thanking him, El said sarcastically in a low voice, "Is this the fairness Your Highness wanted? I wasn't wearing armor, and I wasn't using a real sword. I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied with the result?"

The princess suddenly asked, "You've always been so careful, why have you suddenly become so bold?"

"It's probably because the knight has someone he wants to protect that he suddenly becomes brave." El thought of her sister, her tone carrying a gentle warmth.

Even if he's slow on the uptake, El should have figured it out by now. He and the princess had no grudges against each other, and their only connection was the graduation ceremony. But was it really worth her personally getting involved to stand up for Aliya over such a trivial matter?

More likely, the princess and her sister had some disagreement, and she wanted to force her sister to comply by pinching herself.

Don't even think about it!

When Alia, who was standing nearby, heard him talking about the person he would protect in front of the princess, she suddenly blushed and felt flustered, but in reality, she was just imagining things.

Chapter 37 Who Killed the Hero?

El's performance exceeded Selena's expectations, especially his final sword strike, which was quite stunning and made even this eighth-tier legend feel his sharpness.

Moreover, the way he straightened his back was much more endearing than when he was humble and submissive.

This led her to start to take El's existence seriously. Even without considering his relationship with Satella, he might be useful in the future. With this in mind, her collecting habit kicked in, and she increasingly wanted to recruit him into her personal guard and make him loyal to her.

However, it seems that someone has already beaten them to it, the princess thought, a knight cannot serve two masters.

“You are not honest, but you have proven your bravery. Step back!” With that, the princess turned her back to them.

El bowed slightly and walked away slowly. As he left the room, he could feel Alia's gaze fixed on his back. He paused for a moment, glanced back, and met her complicated look. He thought to himself, "Poor girl, like a pawn toy played by fate. Nobody cares about your honor."

After El left, Alia quickly and stiffly knelt on one knee, "Your Highness..."

The princess snapped out of her daze, her eyes practically saying, "Why are you still here?"

“One slip-up is nothing to shame my knight.” The princess came over and helped Alya up, telling her softly, “You can win it back next time.”

“I…” Alya bit her lip and said uneasily, “I think I’ve ruined your plans.”

"It was all for you. Winning would be great, but losing wouldn't matter." The princess placed a hand on her shoulder and said, seemingly casually, "If you're not satisfied, go find him and have another match in private."

"Your Highness, I will, thank you!" Aliya was deeply grateful for the princess's kindness.

The princess waved her hand and said, "You may also leave. Let me be alone for a while."

The room fell silent again as the door closed.

Selena habitually pondered and weighed the gains and losses of the day. First and foremost, the most important goal had been achieved.

She met her mother's captain of the guard and learned from him what he wanted. In return, she personally ended the rebel's eternal sentence.

Everything was perfect, except for one thing: Satella. She knew about my schedule, and even if she didn't know what happened back then, she was still a potential problem.

This secret concerns the very foundation of the empire. Although it is very unfair to the dead, the dead are gone, the nation must survive, and succubi and humans must coexist.

As for El, well, I just picked her up casually, but it unexpectedly brought her a pleasant surprise.

……

On his way back to the office, Satella suddenly appeared in front of El and hugged him tightly, which surprised and delighted him. "Sis, are you done with your work?"

Satella didn't answer. She took her brother's arm and led him away. The moment she heard the news, she rushed over to rescue him from Princess Selena's clutches.

It's a good thing you didn't do anything to him, or I would have killed you, you old bastard.

Satella secretly vowed to herself, her heart filled with thoughts of utter disrespect for the princess.

Although she is a staunch supporter of the Queen, this does not mean that she extends her affection for the princess to her own family.

"What is the princess's purpose in coming here today?" El asked.

"She secretly executed a dying man."

El was shocked, completely unable to imagine that the princess had the blood of sinners on her hands before she met him.

"Since the other party is about to die, why bother with all this?"

"Because she didn't want the other person to die peacefully, after all, he was a traitor, her father's killer." Satella leaned close to her brother's ear and casually uttered a terrifying statement.

The amount of information in this passage was so great that El was stunned. Wait, the one who killed his father, wasn't that the one who murdered the king? But didn't the late king die peacefully in his sleep?

"Sister, how did you know?"

Satella said she learned it from the previous warden, who, as the warden in charge of these prisoners, would inevitably learn some unknown secrets sooner or later.

Like the rebels of yesteryear, sometimes they would lose their minds and scream like madmen, "Queen, why did you deceive us? Why did you abandon us?"

What may seem like incomprehensible ravings are actually quite strange. Why would Queen Salome, the lord of countless succubi, need to deceive her servants? She could destroy everyone's sanity with a mere flick of her finger, turning them into puppets in her palm.

However, Satella's teacher became curious about something she shouldn't have: what could be the reason that made the servant who had followed the queen since the war between humans and demons so indignant?

She frequently came into contact with those unforgivable sinners, and eventually pieced together a truth from their fragmented words: these royal guard succubi resented the queen being possessed by the human hero, and thus launched a rebellion, injuring the hero, which is the famous "Night of Crying Blood." It is well known that this rebellion was later suppressed, but what is not known is that the hero was indeed injured as a result—the captain of the royal guard, Chris, pierced the hero with a poisoned spear, preventing him from ascending to demigod status.

Therefore, it's not an exaggeration to say that these guys indirectly caused the hero's death.

A shocking historical event has been unveiled, leaving people reeling from the mystery. The horror and shock that El felt at this moment were beyond words.

Although the hero was the founder of the Aetheran Empire, El always regarded him as a character in a storybook rather than a real person. After all, several hundred years is enough for society to progress to the point where factories are everywhere, and enough for a person to become a so-called symbol.

But at the same time, he realized that, oh, a few hundred years might only be two generations for a succubus, and many of the people who experienced and were involved in the events described in history textbooks might still be alive today.

A sense of magic and reality mingled in his mind, leaving him feeling dazed and as if he were standing between the boundaries of humanity and succubus.

Succubi, with their advantages in lifespan and physical prowess, occupy most of the high-ranking positions and a large number of jobs. However, by establishing "academies" and setting human knowledge as the standard, humans have cultivated succubi or semi-succubi with human thought patterns. So, has humanity assimilated succubi, or have succubi assimilated humanity?

El struggled to come up with a suitable adjective: this was a contest between civilizations, survival of the fittest, and the eventual emergence might be a "new human."

"El, are you feeling unwell?" Satella hugged him and asked worriedly.

“No, I’m thinking,” Elton paused for a moment, “the two former kings were truly too great. I’m afraid I won’t be able to reach their level in my lifetime.”

Chapter 38 Tail Wagging

Satella breathed a sigh of relief, then chided, "It sounds like you're belittling yourself."

"Yes, sister, I am amazed. If you could guess their intentions based on your own understanding, you would be just as self-deprecating as I am."

“You are still young, my dearest brother, and you are a knight, not some omniscient and omnipotent saint.” She kissed his cheeks and then pulled his head into her arms tightly. El’s face was pressed against his sister’s firm and full breasts, and he could faintly hear her fiery heartbeat.

Satella said, “You know very well, I know very well, everyone knows very well that if any succubus claims to be as good as the Queen, it can only be that nasty fellow ‘Pride’.”

"The Queen led us succubi to defeat all the great demons of hell and then ruled over mankind on earth, accomplishing a feat that was almost impossible. However, the Queen has become a god, and the country she left behind must eventually have a king, there must be a king."

His sister was never content to remain confined to one place and harbored lofty ambitions, which made El feel ashamed. His greatest wish had always been to happily marry her and live happily ever after in the territory.

However, I will try my best, El thought, starting with advancing to the fifth rank.

At that moment, Satella lowered her head, brought her face close to his ear, and said in a sweet but extremely lewd and obscene way, "Don't you want to fuck the future queen?"

El stared blankly at his sister, a look of surprise and joy on his face. His body reacted involuntarily, his erection pressing against his sister's lower abdomen. He could almost feel the burning heat of the erotic tattoo through her uniform.

All I heard was her chuckle as she said, "I still have work to do later, can I help you with my tail?"

The heart-shaped tail and connected tail sac of a pure-blooded succubus are symbols of her bloodline. In addition to extracting semen, it can even unexpectedly spray aphrodisiacs and release charm spells. Many half-succubi have had their tails reduced to decorations or ornaments due to the degeneration of their bloodline.

El nestled in his sister's arms, feeling he could no longer restrain himself. Satella spread her long legs slightly, gently supporting her brother's buttocks, pulling him forward a little. Her nimble tail stretched out from behind his buttocks, and El quickly felt himself enter the soft, wet tail, being tightly swallowed and enveloped. It felt like a narrow, winding sheep path. Although he had never fucked a goat's anus like a thirsty sailor, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was like, but the feeling was very similar.

Satella didn't speak. Although the pleasure from the tail wasn't that intense, enough to allow her to comfort her depressed brother while still being able to handle things smoothly and not be completely limp when she started working, it was still a succubus's delicate internal organ. The faint pleasure from mating made her tuck her tail between her legs and moan softly, "Gently... my tail is so swollen."

Feeling sorry for her, El said, "Sister, please use all your strength to let me out quickly."

Satella did as she was told, and the hormones produced in her body were injected through the small hole. El felt dizzy, and his hands gripped the two soft mounds on his sister's chest. This feeling of love to the extreme, deep into his bones, was incredibly crazy. Before long, he was completely limp on her body and couldn't move.

Satella quickly changed his position, letting him lie flat on the table, while she knelt down to provide him with a lap pillow. Her cool fingers gently brushed his cheek and stroked his hair, conveying tenderness and care. "You don't need to go to work today. I'll tell Freya for you."

El gave a lazy "hmm".

Satella recounted the minutiae of daily life, "There will be a banquet in the castle tonight. If El doesn't like it, he doesn't have to attend."

"I don't dislike it either." He paused for a long time before saying the next sentence, "Sister, we met at a banquet, and based on that alone, I wouldn't dislike banquets."

Satella leaned down and kissed his burning forehead, chuckling softly, "I really don't know where you learned your charm and romance from. From your uncle? But your uncle is clearly a very proper person."

"Does this even need to be learned? Sweet talk... isn't that something men are born with to please their beloved women?"

Satella rarely heard her brother utter empty platitudes without batting an eye; his love was deep and sincere, which made him very charming.

Satella spent some time with her brother, enjoying the peace and tranquility, until she had to leave. For some reason, Satella called Eileen over to keep him company in her place.

When Eileen's familiar voice rang in his ears, El was not as happy as usual when he saw her.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his limp and powerless appearance, Eileen thought he had been raped. She exaggeratedly pressed her face against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, and her slender hand reached into his uniform from the collar and groped around.

El couldn't suppress his laughter. "I'm fine, but I'll warn you beforehand, don't touch me there, or your head will break."

With just one simple sentence, Eileen understood what he meant. She pouted and said, "So what if you're pureblood? So what if you're the warden? Giving you aphrodisiacs just for your own pleasure? You really do that!"

"Don't be angry. You don't know, this is part of our fun," El comforted her.

Eileen was still resentful. It felt like she was reluctant to ride her precious horse, while someone else was riding it recklessly. She couldn't help but angrily say, "You don't need to protect her. All I know is that you can't even get out of bed yet! Oh, no bed? Did she rape you on this hard table?"

El recalled his earlier conversation with his sister: men are born with the ability to sweet-talk, so are women born with the ability to be sarcastic and unpleasant? Actually, he could easily understand Eileen's thoughts and was quite moved by them. But if she knew how the two of them had lived all these years, how lewd and shameless they had been, she would probably be shocked.

Al didn't expect her to understand this twisted relationship, and simply said softly, "Thank you, my dear girl, thank you for loving me so much."

However, what neither of them knew was that the person chosen by Eileen to carry the scripture was her servant; in a sense, he was her god, and she was his messenger.

When Eileen saw the look in his eyes, her pretty face flushed red. She took even better care of him until the numbness in El's brain subsided.

He asked her to fetch him a container so he could urinate in it.

But to be honest, succubus urine is probably just a kind of mimicry fluid? They don't actually need to urinate; they didn't even have organs to store urine initially. It was only long ago, when they mingled with humans, that they evolved the skill of mimicking urination to avoid being discovered.

"El, what are you going to do with this?" Erin asked curiously.

El didn't answer. After using the [Disassemble] function of his [Backpack], he obtained the purest aphrodisiac from a legendary succubus. Without a legendary level of willpower, even a little bit could burn your brain.

Chapter 39 The Little Succubus Loves Reading

This aphrodisiac can enhance sensitivity and stimulate pleasure in the short term, but if used in excess, it will become a poison that destroys the nervous system. Because of the infamous "Silver Honey Tragedy," this stuff is still a complete contraband in the Empire and is not allowed to be traded or used privately. In other words, being caught carrying it will cause serious trouble.

El glanced at Eileen discreetly. It seemed she was completely unaware of the extraction process. That was good. One prison guard was enough; there wasn't a need for more.

Although his sister told him to rest in the afternoon, El still remembered Anna's task from yesterday, so he went to the library with Erin.

"Hello," El greeted the administrator, Hisska. "I'd like to borrow a few books."

"Ah, you've come." Hisska looked up and met his gaze through her glasses. Remembering that she had just fantasized about him yesterday, a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.

She said shyly in a low voice, "You can read any of the books here. If you need to borrow one, just come to me to register."

Eileen rarely showed her pretty face; her delicate features appeared unusually serious. She pulled El's arm and left the front desk, looking as if she didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"So he already has a steady partner?" Hisska wondered, but she wasn't too concerned. She preferred immersing herself in the world of books to reality. For example, the book she had in her hand was about a succubus nun named Justina. This nun devoutly worshipped the Queen, but at the same time, she also devoutly worshipped the Creator, the Goddess of Creation. Therefore, she had to confess to the Lord in the morning and pay homage to the Queen at dusk. While this poor nun was caught in the turmoil and pain of her faith, the men around her only coveted her beautiful body.