Succubus Prison

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The absolute ruler of the Greedy Merchant Guild is none other than "Madame," the host of the Great Sin Authority of Greed. Her very existence is a perfect interpretation of the "sin of greed." Her most famous deed is that after gaining the power of "turning stones into gold" at the age of fourteen, she turned her room into a golden house, but she was still not satisfied and even turned her own parents into two pure gold statues.

Nina shook off her distractions and told the truth: facing such a behemoth, she had absolutely no confidence in defeating it.

However, on the other hand, the battles between powerful lords were not about the number or quality of their followers, but only about the individual strength of each side and their degree of control over power.

Nina believed in and deeply loved her master, whether out of genuine affection or because he had been tamed, she didn't care. At least for now, she was willing to sacrifice everything for him and bet everything.

So she gently advised, "Master, why don't you take a bath and rest first? I will send out invitations as soon as possible to inform everyone of the time and place of the next ceremony."

El seemed not to hear her words. He walked to the edge of the terrace, glanced down at the busy maids below, and then looked down in a certain direction in the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.

Coincidentally, during the early days of his employment, he managed a criminal who was imprisoned for smuggling. That ridiculous woman, in an attempt to recruit him, had intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that she had connections in the smuggling business.

Specifically, the smugglers have a small transit warehouse in the suburbs, ostensibly storing legal spices and timber, but actually storing a large amount of smuggled sex-related goods, such as top-quality dildos made from the main tentacles cut off from the endangered tentacle monsters...

To be honest, it was somewhat disgusting.

They even preyed on tentacle monsters; these guys should have been humanely exterminated long ago.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Mireille escaped, she was surprised to find her uniform neatly folded, her sword, and even her boots laid out on the ground.

She looked around carefully and found no enemies. She quickly dressed and then found her colleagues who were also imprisoned. They looked at each other, their faces filled with shame, and they bit their lips in resentment.

What followed was the scene that had just occurred.

Mirei led the law enforcement squad in a surprise attack, taking advantage of the terrain. They almost wiped out the entire stronghold. She herself was like a war goddess, her sword strikes were ruthless and precise, targeting vital points, and almost instantly rendered the defending forces here harmless.

Things unfolded almost exactly as Al had envisioned: when the law enforcement officers awoke from their erotic reverie and realized their miserable situation, they were consumed by rage. Coupled with the misleading circumstances, they acted without bothering to discern whether the other party was truly the culprit.

They successfully defeated the guards and destroyed the "sexually suggestive props" in the warehouse.

In the chaos, they even set a fire.

Looking at the pile of masturbation toys burned to ashes and the enemies tied up on the ground, Mirei and the law enforcement officers couldn't help but feel a surge of vengeful pleasure. The shame of being branded seemed to have been partially washed away by this act of destruction.

Later, when a large number of fully armed and stern-faced law enforcement officers stormed into the warehouse, Mirei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the reinforcements she had called for had finally arrived.

But soon, she sensed something was wrong.

The chief law enforcement officer leading the team, Gamma, had a livid face. His gaze swept over the word "sow" on Mirei's face with a complicated expression, then fell on her blood-stained uniform, and finally on the group of so-called "lust apostles" who had been knocked to the ground and were now groaning in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a group of well-dressed succubus merchants arrived, followed by several lawyers and medical personnel. The doctors went straight to the fallen "Apostles of Lust," while the lawyers loudly questioned them in fluent Common, their tone filled with shock at their violent enforcement and their accusations against the authorities.

Under the other party's incessant accusations, Mirei felt as if she had been doused with cold water and had completely calmed down. This warehouse was not a gathering place for lust at all!

Although it involves the illegal sex industry, it falls into a gray area. What's more, the Ministry of Commerce has all the necessary permits and documents, which is giving Gamma a huge headache.

As for the people responsible for guarding them, they were just a security team hired by the merchants. Although most of them were thugs, they were all law-abiding citizens.

Most importantly, they were transferred here because they were temporarily stored here as goods by members of a lustful gathering disguised as slave traders. The merchants only provided the venue. In the end, the lustful gathering was the real culprit, and now those cunning guys have long since disappeared.

Mirei's reckless actions have had a very negative impact, but ironically, all the casualties combined are not even as serious as the "ultimate magic touch" she burned in her rage.

After a thorough investigation and intense negotiations, an absurd yet realistic outcome emerged: Mirei was considered a hero for eliminating the blood beasts and averting a crisis, but she also seriously violated the property rights of the merchants, causing serious casualties and property losses. Furthermore, there was an even more serious charge that could not be made public: she caused many lustful noblewomen to lose their coveted sex toys!

Thus, under the interference of these unsatisfied but powerful high-ranking officials, Mirei and her colleagues who participated in the purification operation not only failed to receive the rewards they deserved, but were instead severely reprimanded. Mirei herself was treated as a pawn that had to be sacrificed. Despite Gamma's repeated efforts to mediate for this excellent subordinate, she was still convicted of dereliction of duty and manslaughter, and sentenced to 25 years in prison by the court.

At this very moment, the renowned "Knight of the Golden Needle" stands silently in the empty officers' quarters, stroking the sword he was ordered to surrender.

The sword, once a symbol of knights' identity and honor, has now been ruthlessly stripped away.

The fervent patriotism she once felt seemed to have faded, leaving only a chill in her heart and a huge question mark: what exactly was the evil she had risked her life to fight against? The crisis of the blood beasts seemed to have been resolved by them, but whose justice was it that she had fought so hard to uphold?

Chapter 106 An Astounding Affair Within Ten Minutes

Senior Mireille was ruthlessly stuffed into a prison van and eventually sent to the succubus prison's detention center, where Freya and Erin were responsible for receiving her.

Freya gave Erin a few simple instructions, then swayed her hips and walked away, secretly hiding her heart-shaped tail inside her sultry underwear.

Eileen walked in today wearing a black uniform, her long blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, holding a folder in her hand. She looked at the new prisoner with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. One succubus had brought a message to mess with her, while another succubus had brought a message to protect her. This was quite a lively scene.

"Former law enforcement officer, Mireille?"

“Mmm.” Millie’s voice was perfectly calm.

"I've heard about your deeds, they're amazing," Eileen silently added in her mind. "But, Miss Enforcer, you're just as unlucky."

As a prison guard, Erin had seen this kind of thing many times. No matter the reason, whether intentional or unintentional, once you touched the sensitive spot of those old guys in high positions, even some trivial matter could incur their hatred and revenge. Then they would let you know what the darkness of the empire was, and in the end, most of them would inevitably end up in prison or with a bad reputation.

Eileen sighed softly, then said to her, "We're colleagues, so I won't make things difficult for you. Please cooperate with my work. Now, take off all your clothes." She paused, as if afraid that she might misunderstand, and added, "This is a routine check before entering prison. We need to search for contraband and assess your physical condition."

“I know,” Millie replied briefly.

She took a deep breath. Past experience told her that resisting the system was pointless and would only provoke a more painful backlash. So, resignedly, or rather, in a fit of despair, she began to unbutton her clothes. Soon, her garments slipped to the floor, followed by her underwear.

This was different from the previous situation where she was deliberately humiliated during her captivity. Faced with public authority, she felt more vulnerable than ever before.

"Open your mouth, ah."

As Eileen spoke, she stepped forward and skillfully examined her teeth with her gloved hands, then her body, her fingertips tracing every inch of skin, from her neck to her chest and then to her abdomen, and continuing downwards, not even sparing her most private parts. She was surprised to find that she was still a virgin; the enforcer's vulva was closed, not even slightly open.

She was momentarily lost in thought, imagining how tight and pleasurable it would feel if her beloved were to penetrate her.

“Turn around.” Eileen snapped out of her daze and gave the order.

Mirei stiffly turned around, exposing her smooth back to the other woman's view. Although she couldn't see, she could feel the female prison guard's hands stroking her buttocks, and then she heard her say, "Head down, bend over, relax~"

Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, almost letting out a muffled groan. She then gritted her teeth and endured the invasive anal examination. You can imagine how humiliated she felt at that moment. It gave her a disgusting feeling of being violated, as if even her most shameful parts were branded with the mark of a prisoner.

Not long ago, she was also a law enforcement officer, but now she has to stand here naked, letting prison guards' fingers probe into her body.

The long inspection finally ended. Eileen took off her gloves, threw them into the trash can, and quickly jotted something down on the document, the pen tip scratching across the paper.

Mirei stood there blankly, unconsciously covering her pert buttocks with her hands.

Eileen glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and said with a hint of surprise, "Uh, that's enough. The inspection is over. Go take a shower. The rule is to finish within ten minutes. Your prison uniform is here. Remember to take it."

Mirei silently bent down, picked up the clothes and underwear on the ground, then took her prison uniform from Eileen's hands, and with somewhat stiff steps, turned and walked into the shower room next door.

In this cold prison, her humiliation had only just begun... before it was extinguished by El, who learned of it.

Regarding his senior's imprisonment, El felt he bore most of the responsibility and therefore should do what he could to help her, such as providing her with a comfortable living environment so she could stay away from the vortex of political struggle.

For a mixed-race person, a 25-year sentence is neither long nor short. However, it is foreseeable that her actual time serving the sentence will be shorter than that.

In a few years, once the heat dies down, he should be able to get out of prison if nothing unexpected happens.

He thought apologetically, "I'm sorry, senior. Since fate has made us enemies, I can only move forward by stepping on your failures. There will always be unpleasant times in life, so I'll just treat it as a long vacation."

"Darling, what brings you here?"

Eileen jumped up excitedly and leaped into his arms, exclaiming, "I love you the most!"

Al smiled and caught her, spun around in place, and gently coaxed her, "I like you the most too."

Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't control herself for a moment. Seeing that no one was around, she simply took off her pants, turned around, and stuck out her little butt to make it easier for him to do it.

As a love slave who holds the scripture, her level of depravity is even greater than that of Vivian who holds the scepter. Her mind is almost entirely filled with lust, and it is clear that she has a very obvious purpose. They will intentionally or unintentionally incite him to play with and control more women.

El didn't hesitate either. He casually unbuckled his belt, revealed his weapon, lifted one of Erin's long legs, placed it on his waist, and then inserted it from below. In this extremely ambiguous manner, they embraced and made love.

He slowly curled the corners of his mouth, admiring Eileen's alluring appearance in his arms, unable to control her passion, and teased her deliberately: "The soundproofing in this place is definitely not good, so you must hold back and not make a sound later." As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her soft cheek.

Eileen gave a soft "hmm," her fair skin flushed a deep red, and the beautiful leg supporting her body trembled violently.

“I’m here to pick up a prisoner,” El whispered in her ear. “She was my senior at the Knight Academy. I’ve been causing trouble for her lately, and she’s suffered a lot because of me.”

Eileen looked up, pouting, "Oh, so it wasn't for me after all!"

El laughed, "Jealous?"

"I'll squeeze you to death," she said playfully, then couldn't help but let out a soft, panting breath.

The two were lost in their passionate embrace when, by sheer coincidence, the sound of water beside them stopped. Eileen's expression changed, and El's body trembled as well. Eileen frantically hugged him, almost whispering and moaning in his ear, "Hurry up, fuck me! Your senior is taking a shower inside, but she hasn't come out yet. We still have a little time."

El didn't waste a single second; his movements were so fast they were almost blurry.

To be honest, my heart didn't beat this fast even when I was fighting the Crimson Mother on the battlefield.

But the time was too short; it wasn't enough for him to ejaculate, only enough to bring her to orgasm.

Eileen bit her lip, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and quickly pulled up her pants. El helped her straighten the wrinkles in her uniform. After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she reluctantly pushed him away and went straight to the shower.

El let out a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall in an awkward position, and prepared to hide for a while.

There's no way around it; if I go out to see my senior now, she'll probably think I'm a pervert.

Chapter 107 Senior's Fate

Mirei was barefoot, her feet sinking into the cold, slippery floor. She had just finished showering, and her wet, platinum-blonde hair clung to the back of her neck. When Eileen entered, she was mechanically drying her body and hair with a rough towel.

"Time's almost up, we need to hurry."

Eileen coughed lightly, her face flushed with desire, though her legs were trembling uncontrollably. She still pretended to be nonchalant and completed her task of holding off Mireille for El.

"From now on, your number will be 4437. If you are called by name, remember to reply immediately."

A cryptic smile appeared on Eileen's face. "Besides, you're in luck. An officer wants to see you. Be prepared."

Mireille's heart sank, and she almost instantly guessed that the person she wanted to see was El.

If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to meet them under these circumstances.

Next, she was escorted through a corridor guarded by two gargoyles and into a conversation room.

The walls here are painted a cold white, and the furnishings are simple: a large table in the center, a chair on each side, a filing cabinet, and nothing else.

Mirei's hands were handcuffed to the chair by Eileen, and her legs were also firmly fixed to the stool legs.

Shortly after she was restrained, the door was slowly opened.

El's gaze swept over his beloved first, and seeing her loving expression, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go ahead and do your thing. I need to talk to her alone."

So, Eileen walked briskly to his side, her burning gaze fixed on his face. Then, she naturally raised her pretty face and secretly kissed his cheek before reluctantly turning away.

The door was gently closed, leaving only Millie and El in the office.

El's gaze then fell on Mirei, his eyes lingering for a moment on the silver handcuffs on her wrists. He slowly approached, picked up the key that was placed aside without hesitation, took her hand, and inserted the key into the lock.

With a "click," the handcuffs were unlocked.

Mirei quickly withdrew her hand, subconsciously flexing her wrist, her eyes showing no joy at the reunion with an old friend.

In fact, their last meeting had ended badly, and in her heart he was no longer the upright young knight, but an opportunist who relied on tricks and cunning to seize status.

“Senior…” El spoke first, his voice low and hoarse, “I’ve heard a lot about you from my sister. You went to jail for destroying a vibrator. It’s absolutely absurd!”

Mirei opened her mouth, only to find her throat dry and unable to speak for a moment. Her life had been so absurd; ultimately, all her unspoken words were reduced to a cold laugh. "You...what do you want?"

El didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, walked around the desk, and sat down opposite her. "Senior, I'll just be blunt. I've always admired you and have the utmost respect and admiration for your pure and loyal character. So..." He looked directly into her eyes, "Come to my cell block and let me protect you."

"Protect me?" Mireille repeated softly, then firmly refused, "No need, thank you for your kindness."

“Senior, you don’t need to worry about what I think of you personally,” El said bluntly. “At least, the kind of ‘punishment’ you witnessed the other day will never happen to you again. I guarantee you will receive the best treatment.”

Even so, the scene of him forcibly shoving his manhood into the Blood Priest's mouth inevitably resurfaced in Mire's mind. His assurances not only failed to reassure her, but instead stirred up an indescribable and complex emotion within her.

“Why?” she demanded, her gaze sharp. “What exactly do you want from me?”

"Consider it me making it up to you," El's voice softened. "I'm sorry, senior."

To cover it up, he smoothly came up with a low-class excuse: "Actually, back when I was in the Royal Academy, I used to secretly masturbate in front of your picture."

Millie's expression suddenly became extremely complicated. "You, you're utterly disgusting!"

Reason told her she should feel nauseous, but strangely, that feeling of nausea didn't come.

Instead, the image of that naive young man from the Knight Academy, who might actually be watching her from the shadows with secret intentions, surfaced in her mind. This thought made her pause, preventing the anger she had anticipated from igniting.

Even El hadn't anticipated this, because a white lie unexpectedly touched the senior's dormant heartstrings, stirring a subtle flutter in a place she herself was unaware of.

With her professional acumen, Mi Lei quickly seized upon the flaw in his words and retorted sarcastically, "Ha, you need to masturbate? There are so many outstanding girls surrounding you."

El said without changing his expression, "Senior, you don't know this. For boys, sex and masturbation are completely different things, okay?"

"This kind of nonsense!" Mirei interrupted him angrily, her face slightly flushed. "I don't need to know, and I don't want to hear about it!"

The conversation took an unexpected and unpredictable turn, but the tense atmosphere between the two seemed to ease slightly.

El placed his hands on the table, his expression turning serious, and pointed out a cruel truth: "Senior, the only thing you can do right now is wait—wait until those 'big shots' you've offended have completely forgotten about you. For you, prison is safer than the outside world. I think at least your superiors think so too."