Succubus Prison

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She had a terrible headache, so she hung up the call and snapped at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

El chuckled and said, "Who's so blind as to make Yishuang angry?"

Yi Shuang rolled her eyes at him and said, "I've run into an idiot," before immediately recounting what had just happened.

It seems that a nobleman's daughter was arrested for murder, and her family claimed that the real culprit was someone else, but they could not produce any evidence. Then her brother started making up random warnings to others not to bully his sister.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Eileen was speechless. How could there be such a person in the world? "Shuangshuang, didn't you tell him that we would definitely treat every criminal with the utmost care?"

Hearing her say that, Yi Shuang frowned, realizing that she hadn't performed well, and felt even more depressed.

"It's really stupid, but I can somewhat understand that person's feelings." El sighed softly. "After all, she's his flesh and blood, his own sister."

"You think you're so compassionate!" Yi Shuang sneered.

El nodded, and said seriously, "Indeed, I usually buy bread for beggars."

"Enough, El, stop being so cheeky!" Eileen smoothed things over, smiling as she pulled out a list of people imprisoned. "Let's check and see who's so lucky to have such a stupid younger brother."

So the three of them gathered at the same desk and looked at the list together, comparing their identities with the crimes they had committed. They looked at it over and over again, but none of them seemed to fit the bill.

El suddenly said, "If that's really the case, it would probably cause quite a stir. I'll go get the latest newspaper and see for myself."

"Forget it, in my opinion, we're still too idle." Yi Shuang was no longer angry, stretched, and showed off her impressive figure.

El was taken aback. Seeing this, Eileen angrily slipped her little hand inside his clothes from behind and gently pinched him.

"What are you guys looking at?"

Just then, Freya's gentle voice suddenly reached their ears.

"Warden, you've come at the perfect time!" Eileen raised her hand and asked, "I bet there's some noble lady of high status who's going to be sent in soon?"

"Hmm? Eileen, when did you secretly practice prophecy magic?" Freya's beautiful eyes sparkled with a smile, and she nodded slightly. "There is such a thing. Her name is Anna. Strictly speaking, she is not a criminal."

As she spoke, she gave El a meaningful look, the meaning of which was unclear.

Yi Shuang frowned and asked curiously, "If she's not a prisoner, then what is she doing in the prison?"

"I can't explain too much about the specifics, and the fewer people who know, the better." Freya was unwilling to reveal anything, so El could only keep his questions to himself and wait until he got home that evening to ask his sister.

……

"Hmph." Satella narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered, but her anger was not directed at El, but at the Imperial Enforcers. "A bunch of good-for-nothings, I don't know what they're good for, what do they think my prison is?"

With her sister's explanation, El finally understood the inside story. In short, the noble Marquis of Rhine had two daughters, the elder named Nina and the younger named Anna. It seemed that the elder sister had committed the murder, but it was the younger sister who was arrested. Anyone with eyes could see that she was taking the blame.

After listening, El fell into deep thought. A question deeply troubled him: Was the law of the Empire just and equal? ​​Whether noble or commoner, human or succubus, as long as someone was a villain and committed a crime, would they all be judged?

Obviously not. Take himself as an example. Extracting vital energy from prisoners is undoubtedly an extremely serious crime, but he has not been punished in any way, and even his seniors have chosen to protect him.

If his sister finds out about this, it is foreseeable that she will choose to forgive him, try every means to protect him, and may even go so far as to kill the victim and witnesses to silence those who threaten him forever.

Therefore, El would rather keep it from his sister for the time being than see her kill someone for his sake.

"Sister, are you angry?"

Satella stood up from her chair, walked over to her brother, her heart softening. She picked him up, placed him on her lap, kissed his cheek, put one arm around his waist, and embraced him tenderly.

"Of course I'm angry, very angry, but if I stand up now and expose their tricks, I'll become the public enemy of the nobles, as if I really did something wrong."

The key issue is that this kind of thing happens all the time. If this case is investigated, will previous cases be overturned? After all the investigations, they eventually end up tracing back to their own people.

She's just a warden, not a queen. If she can't do whatever she wants, then she should blend in with the world.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these unhappy things." Satella buried her face in his chest, her nostrils filled with his scent, and felt inexplicably relaxed, though her horns were slightly in the way.

El nodded, hugged her tightly, and quickly came up with a joke to cheer her up.

There's a story about a public zoo with two cages covered in black cloth. The first cage had a "rare species" label on it, and visitors thought it was a dragon or an elf. But when the cloth was lifted, they found it was just a pure human, and they all demanded refunds.

The succubus headmaster explained: "He's thirty years old and still a virgin, isn't that rare!"

Satella chuckled, "What's in the other cage?"

Al said in a serious tone, "Another cage had a 'full of them' label on it, but when the curtain was lifted, it was empty. Everyone thought it was air and felt cheated, so they started demanding refunds."

"At this moment, the succubus headmistress calmly walked in..."

"Is the headmistress still a virgin?" Satella didn't find the joke very funny.

“No,” El shook his head. “She’s just a civil servant.”

Upon hearing this, Satella's lips curled into a smile.

Whether the joke was funny or not, she was already content to see her younger brother trying his best to make her happy.

Chapter 17 Is he a gigolo?

The two embraced and gazed at each other, the atmosphere intimate and ambiguous. Naturally, they whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears. El vigorously kneaded her full buttocks, the plump flesh irresistible to him. The more he touched her, the more unrestrained he became. Satella gently kissed his lips while pressing her chest tightly against him, all the while preventing him from trying to remove her uniform.

"Don't even think about it, your punishment isn't over yet." Satella looked at her younger brother with a mocking gaze. She seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who started it.

El remembered the ban his sister had just issued yesterday: no today, no tomorrow, and two more days before he could make love with her. He was immediately dissatisfied. Then, a thought struck him, and he coaxed, "Sister, if you really want to punish me, you should take off your clothes and wander around the castle, or wear the black stockings (fashion) I gave you. Being able to see but not touch is the greatest punishment for a man."

Satella slowly shook her head. "A good suggestion, but my sister doesn't approve." She then looked up at him with her bright pink eyes, as if to say, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

After being intimate for a long time, the two finally separated. Satella turned and went back to her bedroom, satisfied, while El remained sitting at the round table in the hall, thinking about all sorts of things.

Not long after, he heard the crisp sound of the shackles.

"Good evening, sir. Are you still awake?" the maid said.

She carried a sterling silver tray with a kettle on it. "I took the liberty of getting you some milk; it helps with sleep."

"Oh, okay!" El replied, suddenly feeling that this maid was very pleasant to work with. She always seemed to anticipate her master's needs, making her much more professional than those maids who didn't like serving the mistress but wanted to achieve upward social mobility by serving the master.

Why was she imprisoned, and why did her sister take a liking to her?

"I don't think I know your name yet." This is just making conversation.

Gwen

[Gender: Female]

Race: Half-Succubus

[Level: Lv.41]

[Affection Level: Friendly]

"My name is Gwen," she said with a smile, walked over, placed the tray on the table, poured the milk, and pushed it to a spot where he could easily reach it.

After taking a sip, El suddenly recalled what happened with Erin during the day. He remembered reaching out and pressing the back of her head, making her serve him, as if treating her lips as something else entirely. He remembered that she had accidentally choked on her lips.

He was lost in thought for a moment, then realized that he had been so busy today that he hadn't even had time to eat. He hoped that everything would go smoothly tomorrow.

……

When she arrived at the office the next day, everyone was already there. Upon seeing El, Eileen casually asked, "Do you have time tonight?"

Yi Shuang looked indifferent, but she actually cared a lot inside.

"What, are you plotting something against me?" El said with a smile.

"Ugh, we'll talk about it later."

Yi Shuang was very interested in what they were going to do, but unfortunately, she had no reason to get involved.

In the morning, Freya suddenly appeared, smiled charmingly, and said, "El, come here, I have a mission for you." After saying that, she walked out first.

El followed her out and surprisingly walked all the way to the prison gate. There, he saw the unfortunate scapegoat that the sister had mentioned, a succubus girl named Anna. She was wearing a gray wool dress and a black hooded cloak with two openings on her head revealing cute little horns. Her expression was very gloomy.

Anna

[Gender: Female]

[Race: Succubus]

[Level: Lv.29]

[Affection Level: Indifferent]

Unlike other criminals, she was not in shackles, and El did not see any law enforcement officers, but instead saw two knights standing beside her, one old and one young. Their coats were embroidered with shields, blue wave patterns and grapevines, which were the emblems of the Marquis of Rhine.

The old knight showered Freya with attention, saying, "Madam, you are as beautiful as the rumors say."

The young knight kept his eyes fixed on Anna, with no room for anyone else.

It wasn't until Freya reminded him, "You should go," that his gaze fell on El, and his expression immediately turned grim. "Why are there men in a women's prison!"

Freya narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of impatience in her voice, and said to him, "Because he is the second-ranked student at the Royal Knight Academy this year, a four-tiered knight who is only sixteen years old."

What were you doing when you were his age?

The young knight blushed. He hadn't even passed the preliminary selection for the Royal Knight Academy. He forced a smile and said, "That won't work either. How can you guarantee he won't have designs on my sister?"

Upon hearing this, El rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "So it was you, you idiot!"

Then he said softly, "I already have a fiancée. She is beautiful, and I love her more than anything, so you can rest assured."

Before the other party could say anything more, the old knight interrupted him, bowed slightly to Freya, grabbed his arm, and turned to leave.

"Gentlemen, please forgive my brother's rudeness just now." After they had walked away, Anna lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to the two of them, then looked at El thoughtfully. "Please take me to my cell."

Behind her calm tone, El seemed to sense her sadness and resentment.

Freya looked at Anna and said, "I deeply regret what happened to you. You can get a safe and comfortable single cell here, with a soft bed, a wardrobe, a bathroom, and a bookshelf. When you are bored, you can read to pass the time."

"Thank you for your generosity."

"No need to thank me, this was all arranged by your father," Freya added quietly, after all, Marquis Rhine gave me a large sum of gold coins.

As if these words had touched a nerve, Anna felt dizzy and breathless, her body swaying precariously... El reached out and supported her, feeling the soft muscle of the girl's skin. Once she regained her balance, he let go of her hand.

Anna lowered her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."

“You did nothing wrong, you don’t need to apologize,” El said softly.

Freya smiled slightly at them both, "From now on, El will be your supervisor, and you two will definitely get along well."

Upon hearing this, both of them were startled. El was wondering what Freya meant by this and why she always created opportunities for him.

Anna disagreed somewhat, arguing that men and women are different, and there are many things that the opposite sex might not be able to help her with.

"I didn't mean anything by this, but could you please find me a kind lady instead?" she said, giving El an apologetic look.

Freya curled her lips into a smile, her hands clasped around her ample breasts, as if mocking her for not appreciating her good fortune. "It's possible, but are you sure? You'll be spending the next ten years or so here. Interacting with boys will be good for your physical and mental health."

Anna suddenly realized something and blushed. She understood why there was a male prison guard in the prison—he was a male prostitute.

She seems to have misunderstood something.

Chapter 18 The Road Not Taken

Anna's apparent arrogance was actually a form of compensation for her misfortune and loss of power, much like how some men belittle women they cannot have as prostitutes or whores.

El had no idea that Freya's unintentional remark had given Anna such a thought, and if she had known, she would have found it laughable.

He doesn't live according to anyone's opinion.

Because the Marquis of Rhine had given so much, Anna was only subjected to a symbolic body search and was let off lightly. She wasn't even asked to change into prison clothes. At the same time, she was given a cold, impersonal number—4406.

Freya personally led her to her temporary residence. Although it was a single cell, it was still a cell. The walls were dark, the floor was dirty, and there was a strange smell.

Anna couldn't help but frown. "This is where I live?"

Freya chuckled, but there seemed to be something else in her voice. Did she really think of herself as a lady of noble status?

She reached out to Anna, gently pushed her inside, and closed the cell door. "4406, you'll have to make do for now."

Anna felt that Freya's laughter seemed to be mocking her, and she felt both embarrassed and angry. She stretched her arms out from under her cloak and gripped the iron bars with both hands.

“You should train her.” Freya glanced at El, gently stroking his cheek like an older sister, looking at him with concern. “I heard you went to the detention center yesterday. There’s really no need to rush.” Under the gaze of those dazzling pink eyes, he was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Freya smiled alluringly and said, "I'll be going now."

After watching Freya leave, El turned to look at Anna, who seemed to be gritting her teeth inwardly, and, following procedure, began to explain to her how to survive in the prison.

Anna grew increasingly annoyed as she listened. Her beautiful eyes darted around, and a plan formed in her mind. No man would refuse a beautiful woman's request to make money. With a few sweet words, a little teasing, and a little sweetness, she could easily control him.

Without further ado, she looked at him pitifully and said, "Sir, this cell is so dirty and smelly. Could you teach me how to clean it?"

Actually, she wanted him to help her clean, but saying it directly would be too obvious.