Succubus Prison

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Chapter 100 The Justice of Sexual Sadism

As the Flower Moon Wine Festival approaches, the air in the capital is already filled with the aroma of fine wine.

With the festival just around the corner, the sudden appearance of the blood beast cast a shadow over the upcoming carnival.

El knew perfectly well that his feud with the Crimson Mother would sooner or later attract the attention of the Imperial Enforcers. Time was running out, and he hoped to end this "hound duel" before the festival began, so that the capital could return to a semblance of peace and he could once again conceal his identity under the orderly regime.

But to his surprise, at this critical juncture, Senior Mireille came to him in person and specifically asked to see Eliza.

Senior... how did she get here? Could it be that she's already discovered some clues?

Al's mind immediately went into high alert.

The rescued scarlet sister had already been moved to a deeper, more hidden location. Although he had been careful to keep track of her, who knew if any clues had been left behind along the way? The magical investigative methods of the law enforcement officers should not be underestimated.

He knew better than anyone that many of the things he was planning could not be made public. If exposed, although his status and position, fueled by lust, would make him unlikely to face imperial punishment, it was almost certain that he would lose his chance at the throne.

So El silently said in his heart, "I'm sorry, senior, I can't let anyone or any succubus get in the way of my sister and me."

Meanwhile, Mirei had arrived alone at the entrance to the disciplinary cell block. Although this was a private area created by El, it was not significantly different from other parts of the prison on the surface.

She took a sniff and noticed a peculiar, indescribable scent in the air that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

El approached, his crisp black corrector uniform accentuating his tall and straight figure, creating a striking color contrast with Mireille's platinum Libra uniform.

Her gaze fell on El, a mixture of admiration and a subtle, complex emotion—his rapid rise through the ranks was astonishing.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mireille got down to business. "El... Warden." Her address was formal and polite. "You've probably heard that a group of scarlet succubi have recently appeared in the capital. Their modus operandi is different from before; they've become more... organized. I suspect their purpose includes rescuing their accomplices. Therefore, I need to find out more about those criminals. If you're willing to help, that would be great. After all, they're currently your reformation models, and I believe they'll be willing to cooperate."

“Is that so? I’d be happy to help.” El nodded slightly and pointed in the direction of the cell. “It’s over there. Please follow me.”

Mirei nodded and followed him to the area where the prisoners were located. At first glance, the rows of cells looked like a honeycomb, holding scarlet succubus prisoners who were being suppressed by various means. Most of them were curled up in a corner by the bed, with the blankets rolled up and a bright red hair showing.

Vera, dressed in her uniform, patrolled the corridor silently, like a machine, but when she saw Mireille, her body tensed up almost imperceptibly.

She was respectful, but her eyes held a hint of wariness as she said, "Your Excellency, welcome to the disciplinary ward."

"These criminals are now under the supervision of Commander El, undergoing a strict disciplinary process to urge them to reform, and some success has been achieved."

Mirei paused for a moment and didn't speak, but El laughed and said, "Alright, Vera, this is my senior from the Royal Knight Academy, the Golden Needle Knight. You don't need to be so reserved. We don't need your help here for now. Go and rest."

Vera seemed to want to say something more, but despite her worries, she eventually obeyed and left.

Mirei watched her go inside, then turned to El and said, "That young lady seems quite afraid of me."

El paused deliberately, as if carefully choosing his words.

"Senior, we're all on the same side, so I'll be honest with you. The purpose of the discipline ward is punishment and rehabilitation. To this end, we've used some... special methods, such as sexual abuse."

Upon hearing this, Mi Lei was stunned by the unexpected confession. Her delicate body stiffened instantly, and for the first time, her usually calm but beautiful eyes showed obvious signs of wavering—shock, disgust, and discomfort.

Almost instinctively, she averted her gaze from him, looking to the side. She pursed her lips, her brows furrowed, and said, "This is really..." Her voice held a complex emotion, as if something was choking her throat, and she didn't continue.

As a law enforcement officer, she knew that dealing with these prisoners sometimes required unconventional methods, but the word "sexual abuse" was still too unexpected. It clashed violently with the image of El as a knight in her mind, and she never expected El to admit it so frankly!

This completely disrupted her rhythm and pace.

Al keenly caught Millie's momentary loss of composure and evasiveness. This was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve, so he continued, following up on what she hadn't finished saying, "You mean to say it's despicable? That's alright, I know."

However, he continued frankly, "Senior, I completely understand your thoughts and feelings as a woman, but I want to clarify one point: this is not to satisfy my perverse tastes as a man. It is undeniable that this method is very effective."

"Think about it carefully, what is the essence of a succubus? Even children know that succubi are magical creatures born from desire, and criminal succubi are individuals with exceptionally strong desires. Conventional punishments and confinement have little effect on their twisted nature, like scratching an itch through a boot. More effective methods must be adopted."

"So I used specific, primarily sexual, forms of humiliation and painful stimulation to make them disgusted with their past lives and yearn for change. You see, I can say without exaggeration that they are no longer bloodthirsty and have lost most of their threat."

Mireille's brows were furrowed, and a fierce internal struggle was raging within her.

Al's explanation seemed logically self-consistent and explained why the sadomasochistic plan had been approved by the Department of Justice, since he had indeed produced results, thus gaining more resources and support.

As a member who had personally captured the Scarlet Succubus and knew its terror firsthand, she had to admit that this harmless treatment was indeed commendable, but it clashed violently with her ideal of justice.

“You really have broadened my horizons…” Mirei said slowly, “However, I’m not very interested in these things. Take me to see that priest instead.”

Chapter 101 Senior's Unequal Relationship

“Of course.” El stepped aside and gestured for his senior to enter. They quickly arrived at Eliza’s cell.

El stopped and gently knocked on the railing. Eliza was initially delighted to see him, but upon seeing Mirei, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She would never forget the day when these enforcers stormed into the temple, looking like ferocious demons. There were probably no more despicable people than them.

Mirei began her questioning, speaking quickly and getting straight to the point, "Tell me, what are the blood beasts that have recently appeared in the capital? Why have they appeared? Who is controlling them?"

Eliza turned her head slightly and subconsciously looked at El—the only person she could find a little support in here.

El said softly, "Just answer her questions honestly."

This simple command, however, carried a different meaning in Eliza's ears.

“Blood beasts? Control?” She repeated the words slowly and deliberately, as planned, before saying, “No one can control them. It is divine punishment, a punishment that the great Mother Goddess has brought upon humanity.” She suddenly raised her head and exclaimed, “Praise be to the Crimson Mother, you are the source of all blood.”

"Divine punishment?" Millie immediately grasped the key word, took a step forward, and an invisible pressure enveloped Eliza.

She asked, almost mockingly, "Does a mere evil god dare to unleash divine punishment?"

"How dare you slander the Crimson Sovereign!" Eliza's voice suddenly rose, filled with a hysterical fanaticism, "Blabulator!"

"Quiet!" El's voice rang out at just the right moment. "Don't force me to punish you."

Eliza took a deep breath. Although she had toned down her tone considerably because of El's words, she still stared intently at Mire, her eyes burning with deep-seated hatred. "It is because of your crimes of trampling on the temple that the Mother Goddess has unleashed divine punishment in her wrath! Just wait, one day, the sacred flames of blood will burn this filthy city to the ground!"

Upon hearing this, Mirei's face turned extremely ugly. So they came to seek revenge?

Forcibly suppressing her irritation, she coldly glanced at Eliza, who was staring at her with venomous eyes, and then gave a deep look at El beside her.

"Keep a close watch on your prisoners, Warden El. No matter what methods you use, I only have one piece of advice for you: remember the code of knighthood."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned and strode away, the hem of her uniform drawing a sharp arc, the heavy sound of her boots gradually fading into the distance in the disciplinary ward corridor.

El was momentarily stunned by her advice. Knights are supposed to be honest and upright, never lie, never deceive others, treat the weak kindly, and respect women... But lust is adept at using sweet words to have physical relations with pure women, using training to make them develop a distorted understanding of sex and an excessively fanatical pursuit, ultimately leading them to fall and become loyal sex slaves.

Judging from his own actions, he has violated the most basic principles of a knight many times, and may no longer be worthy of being called a knight. However, from the perspective of good and evil, he is a succubus who wields the power of lust. Therefore, El muttered to himself: I'm sorry, senior, I may have to disappoint you. The existence of one more principled lust in this world is far more important than the existence of one more upright knight.

After saying this, El slowly stepped forward and looked down at Eliza, who was panting in the cell.

Eliza raised her head, her eyes still burning with fervor, mixed with a hint of anticipation for completing the task, hoping for her master's praise and affection.

"Well done, you didn't embarrass me," El said softly, his voice devoid of much emotion.

He paused, reached out and stroked her head twice, then said, "Go to sleep for a while. You need to recover your strength. We have a mission tonight."

Eliza nodded and smiled, but the smile seemed somewhat forced. Just as El was about to leave, his arm suddenly tightened, and he turned around to see Eliza pulling him back.

"Is there anything else, Shanu?" El looked at her, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye. Her expression was very different from her usual desire to be tortured and enslaved by him.

"Master, we are the traitors, aren't we?"

Eliza asked in a low voice, her shoulders trembling slightly. As clever as she was, she had almost realized that she had been deceived. Two completely different beliefs were causing a conflict in her heart, but she was still willing to call him master, not only because her soul had been possessed by him, but also because the Mother Goddess was far away, while he was very, very close, close enough to reach out and grab the hem of his clothes.

"Shanu, you just said 'betrayal,' right?" El tilted his head slightly, as if he had heard an interesting question. "Maybe, hehe. Do you know what I'm thinking right now? You'd never guess."

他在想，当初高高在上的爱神阿芙洛狄忒看到了曾经依附于她生存的圣娼夏芮丝摇身一变，变成了和她平起请坐的色欲女神，会不会也脸色一变，嘴上高呼着“背叛者”，然后被揍得鼻青脸肿？

"You're nothing but my slave girl. How could you possibly disobey my orders? So, don't overthink it. Just be a good girl and do as I say."

Eliza remained silent, her face flushing and paling by turns, before suddenly saying, "But you don't seem to intend to sleep with any of us..."

She said in a trembling voice, "You must at least give us some hope, let us understand what it means to be a woman's happiness."

"Huh? Shanu, are you... trying to blackmail your master?" El frowned.

Eliza whispered, "Who told you, Master... to turn us into this... If you think I've committed insubordination, then beat my private parts to pieces." Her tone was coquettish yet full of resentment.

El removed her hand from his arm, then pulled down his pants, his underwear down to his thighs, exposing his buttocks. He then grabbed her red hair and brought his penis to her red lips. Eliza buried her head and sniffed, eagerly sucking on it, her tongue swirling around it, making smacking sounds.

……

Senior Mirei did not actually leave.

She simply retraced her steps, walking along the corridor, past cell after cell, searching for the red figure that resembled the one in the photograph.

This wasn't out of distrust of El; she had always been like that, trusting only her own judgment.

Then she heard an ambiguous conversation between El and Eliza, followed by the sound of fabric rubbing against skin, and a woman's deliberately suppressed sob, as if it were being forcibly blocked from the depths of her throat.

Millie's eyes sharpened instantly, and without hesitation, she locked onto the direction of Eliza's cell.

The priestess who had just been shouting about the glory of the evil god in front of her was now kneeling on the ground like a female dog, her snow-white, mature body naked, and passionately sucking on El's genitals.

The lewd scene before him caused this seasoned first-class law enforcement officer to abruptly take a step back before leaving with a livid expression.

Mireille could almost imagine how she had been raped, trained, tamed, dominated, and manipulated before, ultimately submitting to El and becoming part of his achievements.

She felt no sympathy for Eliza, only anger. She believed that any criminal should receive the punishment they deserved, instead of being able to enjoy themselves legitimately in prison.

Chapter 102 Beast Form

El looked back in the direction his senior had left. To be honest, he didn't mind her peeping.

As long as the secret isn't discovered by her, everyone will be fine. As for what kind of image he will have in his senior's eyes, those things don't matter.

After tidying his clothes, El leisurely made his way to the cell where the newly joined scarlet succubus was located.

She hasn't woken up since she received treatment, but she should be fine by now, so El concluded that she must be awake but pretending to be asleep, unwilling to face reality.

He pushed open the door and entered. The other person was curled up on the bed. Apart from a piece of cloth covering her body, her lower body, buttocks and thighs were exposed. The pink color clearly showed that there were no signs of use. This was normal. Because of their abnormal brain circuits, nine out of ten scarlet succubi were virgins.

Al sat quietly on the edge of her bed and gently stroked her red hair.

Iberia

[Gender: Female]

[Race: Succubus]

[Level: Lv.50]

[Affection Level: Absolute Obedience (Soul Contract)]

"Get up when you wake up."

Ibella's eyelids twitched slightly, but she remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.

So El picked her up and let her rest her head on his chest. He didn't say anything, but just stroked her snow-white buttocks.

At first, Iberia held back and pretended to be asleep, but after a while, she couldn't help herself and groaned a few times in his arms.

Having achieved his goal, El withdrew his hand at the opportune moment, no longer harassing her, and said softly, "My name is El, and I am your new master. I'm sure you are aware of your current situation. I only have one request of you, which is to take me to your lair. It's time to settle things once and for all."

Iberia stared at him for a long time before stammering, "I...I...am."

“I know your name, Ibarra. You are now number eighteen. Remember your number. Since you can’t speak, just give me a simple answer: yes or no.”

"it is good…"

Although she has regained her original form, Ibarra's spirit and body are still tainted by the characteristics of a beast, to the point that she can no longer speak fluently.

El asked again, "Why have you been pretending to be asleep?"

A complex look flashed across Ibarra's eyes, and she lowered her head.

"Let me guess, you're not used to your new body, right? You still want to be a raging beast again."

She froze, a confused expression on her face. After a moment, she nodded hesitantly. Her heart was actually filled with contradictions. On the one hand, being transformed into a blood beast, losing her own will, and living an inhuman life was certainly an extremely painful thing. On the other hand, succubi were creatures that were very adaptable to their environment. After getting used to the pain, making her go back to being a succubus was also a kind of torture.

Like children raised by wild animals who, by chance, return to human society, some successfully transform into "humans," while others remain "beasts" for life.

"It's very simple. As a master, it's my duty to allow my slaves to choose a relatively comfortable lifestyle. Of course, you can choose to go back to being a beast and do things that make you feel relaxed as a female beast, but only in front of me."

Ibera pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly to show that she understood. She then tried to crawl on all fours as before, but in her opinion, her body was not as agile as that of a wild animal. So El made some minor physical modifications to her body, which finally allowed her to regain a sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar environment.

She curled up on the ground and slowly closed her eyes.

Do you prefer sleeping on the floor rather than in a bed?

“Hmm…” Iberia opened her eyes and answered softly.

This is actually a habit of many wild animals; sleeping on the ground allows them to sense subtle vibrations in the ground more quickly, thus enabling them to react in battle earlier.

El didn't want to comment too much on the slaves' personal preferences, but he suddenly remembered the oversized doghouse he'd seen in the living quarters, and the succubus kept as a pet. Back then, he was new to the prison and everything was unfamiliar; now, thinking back, he must have been a prisoner too.

Speaking of which, the slave chapter in the Desire Sutra contains a record of "dog arts," which states that the introduction of dog arts in the training of dog slaves marks the entry of training into an advanced stage of play.

El tried to give her the most basic instruction, "Sit down."

Ibella was taken aback, but immediately sat down in front of him obediently. The sitting posture of wild animals is very different from that of humans. She bent her legs and opened them forward, with her buttocks on the ground and her hands supporting her body.