Succubus Prison

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"His Excellency the Warden has arrived—"

Whether they were prison maids or high-ranking prison guards, they all stopped talking and stared at Satella.

"Her Highness the Princess has arrived!"

The princess stood between two royal knights, followed by maids and officials, with nearly forty guests in total.

She had also changed her attire tonight, donning an exquisite strapless white dress. Her long, peach-gold hair was tied up with a thorn crown, and she wore a pearl necklace. Her appearance in her magnificent military uniform during the day was still fresh in people's minds, but now she exuded royal nobility and elegance.

“Welcome again to the Supreme Prison, Your Highness.” Satella casually took the wine glass from El’s hand. “We hope you enjoy the… welcome dinner we’ve prepared. To you.”

"Thank you." The princess also raised her glass and drank with her.

As pleasant music gradually filled the banquet hall, El, as the only invited male, naturally attracted a lot of attention and even became the focus of competition.

A succubus from the Ministry of Justice invited him to dance. El was about to accept, but suddenly he felt his sister's tail wrap around his ankle, tethering him to her side. He could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Just then, the princess suddenly smiled and said, "Lord El, may I invite you to dance?"

"El-Qing?" Satella couldn't hold back any longer, and the wine glass in her hand shattered on the ground, the blood-red wine splashing out and instantly turning into droplets that flew towards the princess.

The princess raised her right hand, and with a crisp snap of her fingers, the wine droplets exploded into a cloud of mist. El noticed that the princess's pink pupils had turned into vertical pupils, making her look truly dangerous and eerie. She exuded a queenly aura, as if no succubus could disobey her commands.

“Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness.” Satella bowed her head and gave a slight curtsy.

"It's alright." The princess waved her hand, turned to look at El, and said meaningfully, "You still haven't answered me."

Satie reached out, hooking her fingertips around El's tie and pulling him to her side. Gritting her teeth, she said, "My dear brother, why don't you teach His Highness how to dance?"

El remained calm. In fact, a closer analysis would reveal that the situation was that the princess had deliberately stepped on her sister's sore spot to make a request. Even after her sister clearly expressed her dissatisfaction, the princess insisted on it. The princess wanted to test whether her sister was willing to go against her wishes and act according to hers. However, the sister was unwilling to completely break ties with the princess over such a small conflict.

So now the problem lies with him.

“I am honored,” he said softly.

The princess slowly reached out and forcefully snatched him away from Satella, then said to him, "You should teach me, because I have only ever danced men's dances."

Actually, with ballroom dancing, once you learn one dance, you'll almost know the other. It's just a matter of how well you know the steps.

The princess led El to the center of the hall, and all the succubi and humans spontaneously made way for them. Then they began to dance, with the princess's hand on his waist, moving with standard, graceful, and light steps.

Following her rhythm, El, dancing the female steps for the first time, was inevitably awkward and said softly, "I don't know what you think."

"You rejected me twice," the princess said calmly. "Luckily, there wasn't a third time."

“I didn’t mean to belittle you at all,” El assured him.

“You wouldn’t dare either.” The princess watched him spin in front of her, couldn’t help but chuckle, and then commanded, “Don’t overthink it, it’s just a dance, don’t give it too much meaning or expectation.”

El turned to look at his sister, thinking helplessly, "It's hard not to overthink things in this situation."

When the music ended, the two bowed to each other, and then with a "bang," the music stopped abruptly.

The princess frowned and asked the people around her what had happened, only to learn that the musician had played too passionately and pulled too hard, breaking a string.

Fortunately, Her Highness had already finished her dance.

Satella came over and apologized, saying, "Your Highness, it seems the music will have to be paused for a while."

"Then let's end the ball early and start the banquet right away."

At the princess's command, the maids brought out the food, one dish after another, a feast for the eyes. Although it could not compare to the sumptuous banquets of the royal family, it was still an exceptionally grand reception.

Each dish was served first to the princess, who, as the most noble of the guests, was entitled to enjoy the most tender and succulent parts of the meat.

The princess couldn't possibly eat much by herself, so she shared the food with her subordinates. She even specifically requested that El be given the left claw of a giant lobster. This kind of lobster is considered a dragon descendant, living in wetlands covered with aquatic plants. Its left claw is powerful, but its right claw is weak. It is a rare and expensive delicacy, and the only thing that can compare to it is a crab that is equally huge.

To outsiders, this undoubtedly symbolized the friendship and favor from Her Highness the Princess.

But in Satella's eyes, the princess was undoubtedly treating her beloved brother like a dog, teasing him with bones when she was happy.

The original violin accompaniment was replaced by a harp. The warden of the third prison district, who came to the rescue, brushed his fingers across the strings and began to sing. The hall was immediately filled with melodious music. The lyrics were an epic about how Queen Salome defeated the Demon King, adding a lot of elegance to the banquet.

Gwen wandered around the table, pouring wine for everyone. Gloria was about to snatch the wine jug from her hand when she was immediately refused gently but firmly. Gloria sighed and asked her for more wine. After filling the glass, she drank it all in one gulp.

Freya gracefully fiddled with the crispy crust of the venison pie in front of her. The dish was made by cleverly wrapping stewed venison until tender inside a crispy pastry, which she happened to dislike.

Seeing her picky eating, El wanted to laugh and ran over to tell her, "If you're not going to eat, don't shovel your food!"

Chapter 42 The Knight and the Pony

For a pure-blooded succubus, fine wine can only numb the nerves, and delicious food can only fill the stomach, but can never satisfy the innate hunger from the depths of the soul. The most ideal food is undoubtedly the intense pleasure generated during intercourse with a beloved, and the fluids ejaculated by the other person are a rich and delicious dessert.

Satella lost her appetite and remained silent throughout the banquet. She was still resentful about the princess taking her brother away from her and was tormented by jealousy. She stopped speaking unless absolutely necessary.

The most discussed topics during the gathering were tomorrow's prison open day and the prisoner competition. The prison open day is a tradition of Model Month, mainly to allow the public to personally experience prison law enforcement and management, and to witness firsthand the miserable conditions of prisoners trapped in their cells, thus serving as a warning. As for the prisoner competition, it originates from an ancient tradition—gladiator combat—and outstanding prisoners will be selected to provide gladiator-themed performances.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the old human empire, almost every citizen admired the aesthetics of violence. The king built a huge arena in the capital specifically for gladiators, and the audience that appeared in the arena included people from almost all walks of life. Even nuns who practiced self-discipline and abstinence would come to watch the suffering of sinners at the end of their lives as a warning to themselves.

Amid this nationwide frenzy, countless prisoners were thrown into the giant circular arena to fight to the death. Not only during celebrations or holidays, but even at the private banquets of nobles, octagonal cages were often set up, where slaves were forced to fight to the death, with the sole purpose of entertaining the guests.

Later, with the continuous development of the times, the profession of gladiator has now disappeared.

First, the laws of the Aetheran Empire explicitly prohibit bloody performances, considering them "desecrating and wasting life." Second, the people, having experienced the ravages of war, gradually grew weary of the endless killing and began to pursue art and literature, as well as luxurious material enjoyment.

The arena of today is no longer the life-or-death arena of the past, but a commercial performance where organizers often profit by selling tickets and manipulating betting odds.

However, regardless of the era, star gladiators or professional fighters are always the most dazzling figures on the field, and are adored by countless viewers.

After a lavish feast, the leftovers were cleared away by the maids as their wages. They rarely got to eat food with so much honey and spices.

The princess also specially rewarded the warden who sang loudly, praising her for her sweet voice, since the warden was singing in praise of her beloved mother.

"Thanks to your sister, we all had a wonderful night, didn't we?" As she parted, the princess looked at El beside her.

“Yes, Your Highness,” El replied, “but for me, the real beauty is just beginning.”

The princess gave him a deep look, then returned with her entourage and servants to the exquisite residence prepared for her.

……

Satella's reaction was more intense than he had anticipated.

After the banquet officially ended, the two returned to their room together. Satella pointed to the large bed with its velvet canopy, silently gesturing for El to lie down.

The instant he lay down, she suddenly pounced on her brother, straddling his waist, kneeling on either side of him, her eyes blazing with passion, radiating intense heat and desire.

She started pulling and tugging at his clothes, pushing her underwear aside, and sitting down directly on top of the rose petals. "Mmm~", she let out a soft moan, her cheeks gradually turning red. Then she began to fold her bat wings, pressing herself against him and twisting her waist back and forth, her plump buttocks rising and falling, her beautiful breasts pressing against his cheeks.

Satella undoubtedly loves him, but it's hard to say when she's jealous. She often acts rather perversely, as if she's the master of everything, completely exposing her wild and sexy side to her brother.

At these moments, El felt that she was more beautiful than ever before, exuding femininity, and each time he felt a strong visual impact.

Although this position was not quite what he had imagined, he could enjoy it without much effort. Whether it was the touch between skin or the close contact of his private parts, every moment was filled with sweetness and happiness.

"Oh, sister, my dear sister, you are the true knight!"

She glared at him, her swaying movements continuing: "Yeah, and you? Humph, you're a little pony that anyone can ride!"

As if caught up in the atmosphere, El deliberately said, "Oh, so what? Horses are born to be ridden."

"You lewd little thing! You think every woman loves you like I do, that she can't resist your magic? Let me tell you, that bitch (the princess) is just using you." She suddenly became possessive and squeezed harder. "You're mine, you're my brother, and no one can steal you from me."

"Yes, that's right, that's right!"

Satella hummed twice, then began to thrust her body again, kissing his lips as she asked, "When she (the princess) takes you as her male concubine and makes love to you in bed, do you feel this good too?"

He shook his head vigorously, "No, no, she's old enough to be my grandmother!"

These two arrogant and disrespectful individuals dared to speak so recklessly as to use the noble imperial princess as a sex toy. The princess herself probably never dreamed of this. If she were to accidentally find out about this someday, what would she think?

"Good boy, that's a good boy. Call me sister, and I'll love you." Satella was satisfied. She stuck out her tongue and kissed him, her hands constantly stroking his cheeks, her eyes filled with tenderness.

El began to beg for mercy, "Sister, it's too intense... I can't take it anymore."

A hint of mockery played on her stunningly beautiful face. "No way! Hold it in! Do you know who you're serving? You're serving the youngest legend in history, an ancient nobleman with the blood of the progenitor Lilith flowing through his veins, one of the seven electors, the Envious Duke of the Empire, and the warden of the highest prison..."

"Oh no, sister, I can't have sex with so many women at the same time unless I grow seven more tails!"

Satella retorted playfully, "Get lost!"

She repeatedly raised and lowered her pert buttocks, quickly squeezing out her brother's first ejaculation of the night with passionate and exquisite techniques. The self-proclaimed noble future queen lowered her defenses, allowing those adorable little guys to invade the depths of her body and settle down. Her sacred womb, where she conceived, even contained the masterpiece he had left behind during his foolishness a few days ago, which, in a sense, was also full of essence.

Afterwards, Satella lay on top of her brother, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, gently biting her lip, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up, displaying the most passionate and alluring appearance of a succubus.

This passion was not satisfied by a single success, nor did it fade with time; on the contrary, it made them even more engrossed and unable to extricate themselves.

Late at night, the maid Gwen pushed open the door and entered. At Satella's request, she brought a bar of soap, a basin of warm water, and a soft towel to her sleeping master. Then she knelt by the bed and used the towel, soap, and warm water to wash his body from neck to toe, making sure not to wake him. Even the slightest movement could result in punishment. Her expression remained gentle.

Satella herself became her brother's pillow, holding him and letting him sleep peacefully between her full breasts.

Chapter 43 Reunion

The next day, the prison opened its doors to the public, attracting many citizens of the empire to visit.

However, open days are not the same as visiting a zoo where you can freely watch dangerous beasts locked in cages. To be honest, it's more like a circus performance. The competitions that follow are just a few prisoners carefully selected by the prison guards for a pre-rehearsed show, nothing more.

Many people are just there out of curiosity or even a desire to see the spectacle, which is fine. The most troublesome ones are the families of the victims.

When prison guards witness firsthand the pain of losing loved ones to the families of the victims, it's hard for them not to feel a sense of justice towards the victims, leading them to treat prisoners even more harshly in the future.

The princess stepped onto the terrace and, facing the dense crowd, delivered an impromptu speech on behalf of the authorities: "My law-abiding citizens, today, as you pass through the iron gates of the prison, I stand by watching you. I see some place their hands on their sword hilts, I see some sneer..."

She paused, looked at the few people below the stage who were at a loss and had their heads down, and raised her hand to signal, "Don't be ashamed, raise your heads!"

"Seven hundred years ago, my father and mother, the two first holy kings, established laws and built this prison in order to prohibit crime and achieve long-term peace and stability for the country. But, gentlemen, I want to tell you that if a law is not recognized by the people, it is just a piece of paper! If everyone abides by the law, even the most secure prison is just for show!"

She clenched her fist. "As long as everyone believes that the Empire is fair and just, and that the Empire will not let any criminal go unpunished, society can continue to function peacefully and stably!"

The princess suddenly waved her hand, "And today, my people, please look with your own eyes at this prison behind me. Only by facing the darkness can you see the light."

Cheers erupted from the audience.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live your highness!"

The princess nodded slightly and left the stage amidst cheers from the crowd.

El gripped the railing with both hands, looking at Selena with admiration and respect. Her words, which she had just spoken, echoed in his mind: the law that human life is above all else, and he believed the same.

After the speech, El, as a fixed NPC, stood at his post, guiding everyone to visit in batches. As he was explaining, he suddenly noticed a mother and daughter in the crowd waving at him.

It was the mother and daughter, Fate, whom he had helped before. Since not much time had passed, Al remembered them clearly. He had seen the little girl's naked body, so pretending not to know them would be a bit deliberate. So he simply smiled and greeted them.

When Fate saw Al smile, she became even more excited and waved her little hand vigorously. Her mother also pulled her daughter closer and said in a trembling voice, "It was you, kind adult, thank you so much for that day!"

El didn't think he was particularly noble. He wasn't the kind of selfless hero who would sacrifice himself for others. He just happened to run into her and felt sorry for the little girl, so he couldn't just leave her there.

He truly couldn't bear to see these things, but upon closer reflection, he realized that the pitiful people were far more than just the mother and daughter; he simply couldn't possibly take care of everyone. He was merely helping those in front of him and doing good deeds for those around him.

Meanwhile, Fate couldn't wait to show off how she deduced he worked in prison from the uniform he left behind. "Big brother, isn't Fate smart?"

El nodded and said gently, "Very clever, but such a clever child should understand what I meant back then."

The little girl blushed, feigning innocence, and pointed, saying, "My mom insisted on coming!"

Fate's mother, however, didn't mind that her daughter was shifting the blame onto her. With slightly red eyes, she said she wanted to repay his kindness.

El couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, the mother her daughter was willing to sell her health for money to save wasn't really that bad; she was a good person.

He calmly declined, saying, "Well, I still have to work. Let's talk about it after I get off work. I'll come find you when I have time." After much persuasion, he finally convinced the mother and daughter to leave.

Little did he know, the knight princess, who had been watching him all along, had seen it all.

Just as El was thinking that since he was going to start making medicine to gain experience soon, he could consider selling the finished potions to recoup his funds and repeat the process. Could he open his own shop and hire the mother and daughter as employees? That would be helping them to the end.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out beside me: "Your kind-hearted nature hasn't changed at all..."

Turning around, he saw it was Princess Knight Alia, so El casually asked his old classmate, "Alia, where did you go last night? I didn't see you at the banquet."

"Hey, I have a sense of shame too, you know!" As if her sore spot had been hit, Aria said angrily, "You defeated me with just one move, how can I have the face to accompany His Highness to the banquet? Of course I need to push myself and hone my skills."

Upon hearing this, El said to him with a slight apology, "Of course, if I don't finish this quickly, I might be the one who gets hurt."

"Are you saying this out of pity for me?!" What Alya disliked most about him was that he was gentle to everyone.

"One flood wasn't enough! They were already thinking about a second one."

Does he really like me that much? She thought shyly.

"Not really. Think about it yourself. If I lose, at most I'll just lose face, but it won't affect my promotion. But if you lose, it will affect your future in the Knights."

Alia immediately retorted with a serious expression, "What does a duel have to do with promotion! Is this a matter of weighing the pros and cons? You should really be punished by going back to the academy to review the Knight's Code."