Succubus Prison

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El sighed, "Why are you getting involved? What about my reward?"

"Isn't rewarding you by making me your chair enough?"

"Not enough, what kind of reward is this?" As he said this, El was thinking about his sister's beautiful naked body that he had seen last night, the smooth feel of Eileen's skin, and Yi Shuang's slightly cool body that only warmed up during orgasm. These impressions were still very clear in his mind, as if they were within reach.

He began to caress her soft body.

Freya's pretty face flushed red, and she began to pant softly. Her eyes were full of gentle charm, and her slender hand pressed weakly on his hand, hesitating whether she should refuse or not.

At this moment, El's fingers went straight to the point, breaking through all obstacles, his fingertips gliding across the soft petals, touching a slippery, tender spot, and he remembered that feeling forever. So this was her.

Unlike other succubi, it has a very strong and rich scent.

Freya let out a soft moan, and few could whimper so seductively as she did. Her tail clung tightly to the hand that was touching her, and she playfully slapped him on the chest. "Don't touch me, you're bad!"

He suddenly said softly, "Why do you like to put your tail in your underwear?"

"Is your answer satisfactory now that your sister doesn't want to wear open-crotch underwear?"

Al pulled his hand out of her underwear and remained silent.

Freya watched him quietly, reaching out to gently stroke his hair. From initial resistance to later cooperation, his attitude changed considerably.

"You're upset that I won't let you touch me," she muttered softly.

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking about things."

Freya crossed her arms; these words had annoyed her, and now it was Freya's turn to be unhappy. "You're thinking about other things while you're with me?"

Instead of arguing with her, El began to talk about his thoughts, "I've been thinking about opening a potion shop lately."

"Oh, tell me about it." Freya became interested; she was passionate about pursuing fame, fortune, power, and money.

"I plan to allow ordinary people who cannot afford medical treatment to get medicine for free from the store."

Freya curled her lip upon hearing this, finding the words brimming with aristocratic moral superiority. "How boring," she said in a seemingly flippant tone. "You might as well keep touching me."

“You’re right—being a good person is indeed boring, because it shouldn’t be interesting in the first place. Just like when I touch your body, I never care whether you find it interesting or not, as long as I enjoy it, that’s enough,” El said casually.

Freya pursed her red lips, then chuckled softly, "I prefer your frivolity to your stupidity."

"I'm not just frivolous, I'm also licentious and dissolute."

Freya's eyes sparkled as she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "In that case, let's play a game."

"what game?"

She said seductively, "You wanted a gift, right? Well, I'll give you a special one—I'm going to take off the underwear I'm wearing right now and give it to you. If you dare to wear it for three days, I'll give you oral sex, you know? It'll be my first time with that kind of mouth."

Upon hearing this, he instantly felt a surge of heat rush from somewhere to his lower abdomen, and his lower body rapidly swelled. Genius! Only a succubus could come up with such an idea.

Is this the first time for your mouth, or is it only your mouth that's experiencing this for the first time?

Freya gave him a playful glare. "Of course, the front is too, but I absolutely can't give myself to you so easily, you little rascal." She smiled seductively and deliberately said, "As for the back... the back isn't anymore."

Before El could even show her displeasure, she blushed and whispered a shameful secret: "I'll tell you a secret, but when I have nothing to do, I like to play with my asshole with my tail." As she finished speaking, her delicate body trembled slightly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, what was wrong with her mind, how could she say such things? It was just that she had eaten some dessert from him on a regular day, but she always felt like she owed him something. She was probably under some kind of spell.

"That's very lifelike." El couldn't resist and suddenly grabbed her full breasts, kneading them hard. Freya's eyes were full of lust, and she weakly pushed him away with her hands, whispering, "Do you still want to play the game?"

"Lady Freya is too sexy, I can't take it anymore, let me touch her a couple of times first."

Freya gave him a resentful look, then slowly closed her beautiful eyes.

They said they'd just touch it a couple of times, but they ended up touching it for ages.

Later, Freya broke free from his embrace, walked into the small room inside the office, pulled down her pants, took off a sexy purple pair of panties, felt that she was already nine-tenths wet down there, wiped herself with the panties, and then threw them directly onto him.

"Here, take it and wear it!"

Chapter 51 The Strange Maid of the Marquis of Rhine

When El walked out of the office, a special piece of loot appeared in his [Equipment Inventory].

It has to be said that it's a bit perverted.

Moreover, at this moment, El's mood was still complicated and excited because Freya had confessed her sexual fetish to him. Just thinking about his cunning and repressed boss, who might have used his buttocks to tuck his tail between his buttocks and pretended to be nonchalant when assigning him work before, or perhaps, when reporting to his colleagues, a small mistake was made because his tail was too engorged with blood and he couldn't help but make a sound...

She might be using her tail as an anal plug or a bead to masturbate herself right now.

After the initial excitement, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he had been the one to initiate contact with the beautiful and charming lovers around him, their constant arousal, seduction, and self-sacrifice always gave him the illusion that he was the one being gang-raped and defiled as a female knight.

The more I think about it, the less I can bear to look at it!

……

Having received an award from the empire, he suddenly had an unexpected windfall, which he could use as start-up capital.

Al thought to himself, "This is good, it saves me from having to ask my mother for money."

[Teleport] Arriving at the anchor point in Violet Square, I pushed open the wooden door of the potions shop I frequented.

The proprietress seemed to be absent; only a new apprentice pharmacist stood behind the counter, elbows resting on the surface, looking utterly bored.

El walked up to the counter with practiced ease, tapped on it with his finger, and asked for a large quantity of medicinal herbs.

"Sir, are you perhaps a senior pharmacist?"

"Hmm." I think I am, El thought to himself.

The apprentice clearly didn't believe him, but it would be foolish not to do business, so he turned back to the display shelf and spent a long time tidying it up before finally managing to count out the number the apprentice requested.

El gently ran his fingers over the herbs, and soon a bunch of identification results popped up in the notification bar: [Moon Dew Grass (Common)], [Salamander Scales (Inferior)]

He frowned, discreetly picking out the few inferior medicinal herbs. The apprentice blushed upon seeing this. At this moment, El asked again, "I asked for fire dragon scales, but you gave me fire lizard scales instead?"

"You have a truly discerning eye." To ease the awkwardness, the apprentice first offered a compliment, then calmly explained, "These days, where are there any dragons left? I guess there are only a few old dragons in the royal gardens. Where would our little shop get you fire dragon scales?"

To be precise, the "Fire Dragon Potion" currently on the market should have been renamed "Fire Lizard Potion" a long time ago. The decline in the quality of the potion's ingredients is not a recent phenomenon.

"Oh, I see." El replied casually, staring at the system's crafting interface. He tried out the improved recipe: [Salamander Scales + Salamander Tail + Fire Pomegranate = Salamander Potion]. The new recipe was recognized as legal by the system, and a bottle of fiery red potion quickly appeared in his [Backpack]. It was also added to the [Potion Encyclopedia], which described its effect as increasing fire damage and fire resistance. He then received a notification of [Experience Points +100].

He pulled out the check, which he hadn't even warmed yet, and slapped it on the counter, then said, "Okay, I'll take them all."

This is a large sum of money! The apprentice beamed with joy as he packed all the herbs for him and offered to deliver them to his door. After considering it for a moment, El decided against taking the large quantity of herbs with him on the spot, as it was not in line with common sense. In this light, it was indeed a bit inappropriate that he hadn't even decided on the location of his shop or prepared a warehouse before making his first business purchase.

I originally wanted to leave the crystal's private communication frequency band with the other party and notify him when things were confirmed, but then I thought that the crystal was too expensive. Who could afford it except for the government?

It would be better if he went there himself again.

"Oh, right, there's something I must remind you of," the apprentice said, pointing to the wooden sign on the counter that read "Buying potions, fair prices." "We also buy finished potions here, and as for the price, I guarantee you won't be ripped off."

"Okay, I've got it." El had already considered this matter beforehand. Once he started gaining experience and leveling up by synthesizing potions regardless of cost, with a 100% success rate, the number of finished products would be considerable. If he sold a large number of potions at once, not only would the pharmacy be unable to handle them, but it might also arouse some unnecessary speculation and suspicion. He didn't want to become the empire's youngest and most sought-after potion master, because he knew absolutely nothing about how to process herbs or handle crucibles.

It was for this reason that El decided to open his own potion shop.

……

Although Freya told him that if he really wanted to open a shop, he could ask Yishuang for advice, since her father, Cronon, was a successful businessman with many connections and was very famous in the capital, El felt that he didn't need to bother the old man with such a small matter and could handle it himself.

He finally settled on the location of the shop, which, coincidentally, belonged to the Rhine Marquis family, Anna's heartless father.

After agreeing on a time and place for the discussion, a maid from the Marquis of Rhine smiled and waved to him at the shop entrance.

She wore a dark blue maid outfit with grapevines adorning the skirt, which couldn't hide her impressive bust and well-proportioned figure. She also had beautiful long, dark blue hair and a pair of long, slender horns, making her look mature and elegant.

Upon seeing her succubus horns, El couldn't help but think of that princess, whose long, straight horns resembled a magnificent crown.

This made him immediately suspect her identity.

The maid blinked her exquisite, bright eyes, sized her up, and gracefully lifted her skirt to bow. "I've been waiting for you, young master of the Viscount Lorraine family. I'm here on behalf of the Marquis to discuss various matters concerning the rent."

“Nice to meet you, do you know me?” Al said.

She nodded gently and smiled, offering a universally accepted reply: "I had the privilege of seeing you from afar at a memorable banquet."

"Really? It's a pity I don't remember ever seeing such a beautiful lady as you before. What's your name?"

"Hehe, you're too kind. You can call me Ni... Nisi, Letnis from now on."

After the usual pleasantries and brief self-introductions, Niss led him into the building behind her, a beautiful two-story shop with bright, clear windows that complemented the dark silk curtains.

"Please come in, please feel free to look around," the maid said with a smile.

El looked around. How should he describe it? The lighting was dim, and the overall atmosphere was a mix of purple and pink, which made him curious. "What did you guys do in this shop before?"

Niss shook her head, still wearing her impeccable smile. "Well... I can't say. Please understand."

Chapter 52 A Few Things About the Women's Bathhouse

The fact that it's all so mysterious is probably because it's part of the shady dealings that the nobility do behind the scenes, such as erotic salons or intoxicating aromatherapy.

Thinking about this, he felt a little uncomfortable, but out of politeness, he did not show any disgust and just asked about the price in a lukewarm manner.

Nyss continued, following his lead, "What would be your ideal rent?"

Based on his previous understanding, the reasonable annual rent for a shop in a normal location near Violet Square is generally between 2000 and 3500 gold sola. So El quoted a middle price, but to his surprise, the maid agreed without any intention of bargaining and signed a lease agreement with him.

This didn't make El happy; instead, he felt like he'd been taken advantage of.

Nyss took out a seal ring with the Rhine family crest and stamped it on him. Using this would eliminate the need for an additional witness. After receiving the money, she handed over all the room keys to him.

In this way, as long as El pays rent according to the seasons, the shop will belong to him from now on.

Before saying goodbye, the maid gave him a meaningful look, bowed with her hands clasped in front of her to show respect, and said, "Well then, good luck."

El nodded calmly. After seeing Nys off, the first thing he did was to arrange for workers to do some simple renovations to the shop and change its style.

In the Empire of Aetherland, renowned architects often used earth and stone magic to alter the structure of walls, utilized elements in the air to paint walls and change their color, and even designed interior decorations that dynamically changed over time.

It can be said that there are quite a few barriers to entry into the construction industry; at the very least, one needs a talent for learning magic.

However, since the invention of machinery such as cranes in recent decades, ordinary people have been able to move building materials without summoning earth golems. As a result, a large number of construction workers have gradually replaced the role of magicians. Then, these workers are driven around by newer technologies and less labor-intensive machinery. In this way, they are constantly optimized and absorbed by new industries.

When it comes to interior design, what El finds most unbearable is the kind of ostentatious display of gold everywhere, a blatant way of showing off that only makes every visiting guest realize that the owner is a nouveau riche businessman.

His upbringing instilled in him a preference for a reserved and low-key style.

Most self-proclaimed aristocrats are like this; they always like to use unique works of art and ancient antique collections to show off their noble taste. After all, what is a mountain of gold coins compared to the precious national treasures of the old human empires?

For example, El has a count uncle who is a cousin of his. He likes to collect female slaves instead of poetry collections, and makes every female slave under his command try his best to memorize a recognized classic work or an epic sung by bards.

Back when Al was still in his early childhood, his mother had borrowed a human "sacred code" from his younger brother so that when her son got tired of studying, he could lie in bed and have the other person recite and explain the basic legal provisions to him in a pleasant voice to deepen his understanding.

These learned female slaves are essentially half tutors, and are more popular and harder to train than beautiful female slaves who can only serve others with their looks. In this respect, human women are far superior to succubi who only think about mugwort all day long.

……

Having been out of prison for quite some time, Al found an experienced interior designer, discussed his renovation needs with him, and then returned to prison.

Today happens to be the day the prisoners take their baths.

Prison regulations stipulate that during the spring months, from the month of bud to the month of pasture, prisoners are allowed to take a bath every two weeks. As for their discarded shirts, another group of prisoners is responsible for washing them. When daylight saving time is switched to, prisoners are allowed to take a bath once a week, and the bathing time is only 15 minutes, which includes the time for queuing, taking off clothes, washing, drying, and putting on clothes.

For the average woman, there might not even be enough time to wash her hair.

Not enough? We just have to endure it.

When arranging for the prisoners to take a bath, they were released one by one.

When Eileen called out a prisoner's number, Yishuang would step forward and open the cell door for her. Once a group had been gathered, El would lead them through the corridor with a blank expression. An extra chain would be placed around the necks of the prisoners, as if they were animals, to prevent them from harming others again.

The bathing area was on the north side, and the conditions were very basic. The drain was always clogged with hair, and there was no hot water all year round.

As they began to undress, exposing their genitals, some of the succubi even bearing the marks of whipping, El slightly averted his gaze.

He wasn't interested in admiring their naked bodies, nor did he care to; his job was simply to keep them from causing trouble.

But whether he wanted to see it or not, all he could see was a sea of ​​white, with young and mature female bodies intertwined in the shower. Al was very suspicious that if this continued, he would eventually become desensitized. Could this be considered a work-related injury?

To be honest, this scene is not ambiguous at all.

Imagine a group of tiny, mouse-like girls from slums who are criminals, prostitutes, and thieves, and who don’t even mind killing if necessary.

Moreover, even if they are still virgins, their honey hole is a clumsy and foolish trap.

Even if you know there's a hole in the ground, a normal person wouldn't jump in.

In the bathroom cubicle, the new inmates were still getting used to it, while those who had experienced the pain of the water stopping halfway through their showers had already gained experience. They would skillfully scrub their breasts and buttocks haphazardly, then quickly rinse them clean, report their arrival, and that was it. The whole process took about ten minutes.

This reminded him of a past event. He still clearly remembered the excitement of hiding behind the door as a child and peeping at his sister taking a bath. He remembered her snow-white skin, firm breasts, well-trained abdomen, and delicate yet toned long legs. He recalled the alluring way water droplets slid across his sister's seductive naked body. He then sincerely felt that female beauty without emotional support was no different from a lump of flesh.

From beginning to end, his sister has always been the object of his longing. She can be described as his childhood sweetheart and dream lover. Now, seeing her in the warden's uniform is also something to aspire to.