Succubus Prison

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Satella noticed that he had pulled it out. At first, she pretended to be calm, but after a few minutes she finally couldn't help but frown and say, "...Continue."

Her urging words and anxious tail revealed the fact that she was forcing herself to endure.

El suppressed a laugh and said to her, "Sister, that position just now was a little awkward for me, and it wasn't easy for me to move around."

Satella gave a soft hum, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Without a word, she switched positions with him, her supple tail wrapped around her lower abdomen through her uniform. With her back to him, she guided herself with one hand and slowly sat down.

They merged back into one, and almost simultaneously let out a sigh.

Satella's movements were rhythmic and captivating. Even though she hadn't practiced squats and jumping jacks since graduating from college and had been too busy with work, her muscle memory remained sharp. She knew every movement by heart. It was simply a matter of standing with her legs slightly apart, trying to straighten her chest and head, keeping her back straight, sitting back with her hips and squatting down to her limit before slowly standing up. She didn't need his help at all; she could do everything on her own.

Her plump, fleshy buttocks rose and fell, seemingly trying to drain all his passion. They looked at each other in silence, yet communicated their beautiful love through the purest form of body language.

As the ends of her hair brushed against her cheek, El casually untied her sister's hair, then picked up a strand and bit it. Satella felt the slight pain from the hair, which contrasted with the wonderful feeling of the intimate touch. She closed her eyes tightly, her expression both innocent and seductive, and her movements became more and more exaggerated, her long pink hair swinging violently up and down.

El held her slender waist from behind and whispered his deep love in her ear.

"The person I love most will always be you, sister."

Upon hearing the confession, Satella was slightly taken aback, and her body trembled. She had been trying hard to hold back from making any embarrassing moans, but now she could no longer restrain herself. She let go of her inhibitions, put aside her past grievances, and parted her red lips to let out a series of alluring moans of "Mmm and Ahh".

Afterwards, she nestled gently in his arms, her pink eyes filled with satisfaction and pleasure. After catching her breath, feeling his hardness, she softly asked, "Want to do it again?"

El whispered, "It's all because you're so charming, sister, that I couldn't resist."

Moreover, it was the first time doing it in the office. Just thinking about how this was my sister's usual workplace, and how her subordinates might smell it tomorrow, made me feel quite excited.

"Hmm...lift me to the table."

Al obediently placed his sister on the desk. Satella rolled over, alluringly raising her round, white buttocks towards him. She gently wagged her tail, her legs slippery and sticky, clear liquid flowing down her white inner thighs without a trace of milky white.

If a succubus were to let the food spill from her mouth, she might as well commit suicide.

"bring it on."

The meaning was clear: tonight, it was about continuing until he was satisfied.

Are you coming from behind?

This position allows you to fully appreciate the swaying of her hips, the most enchanting sight.

El felt a surge of heat in his heart and leaned over her, reaching out to grasp her long, curved horns.

They made love on the table, and in this abstinent prison, it seemed that all the prisoners became witnesses to their indulgence.

……

"You mean Freya invited you to accept bribes with her? That means she considers you one of her own. A woman as shrewd and self-serving as her, who knows about your relationship with me, would never easily let you join her chain of interests if she didn't have a good impression of you."

Satella was already dressed. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, slightly raised her chin, and began to explain some of the dark secrets of the prison to Al.

Her role as warden wasn't just that of a sex toy to excite her brother; she was well-versed in the ins and outs of prison life.

After hundreds of years of development, the Supreme Prison has become a giant money-making machine, not only without imperial funding, but also generating considerable revenue for the national treasury every year.

The prisoners here are not just prisoners; they are also cheap labor, pawns, and commodities.

The prison's main income comes from exploiting and squeezing the surplus value from its prisoners. They work day and night producing daily necessities, food, potions, and magical items, performing arduous tasks, yet the gold coins they receive are less than 1% of the empire's legal minimum wage. Nobles or wealthy individuals are exempt from hard labor, but must pay a tribute in return. The guards turn a blind eye; the sale of contraband and acceptance of bribes are hardly secrets. And these are considered relatively minor offenses.

The previous warden enslaved prisoners to build her castle, and the previous warden even sold prisoners as commodities—she was also Satella's mentor.

El was speechless for a moment, Satella's words were impacting his understanding. After a while, he said softly, "It seems that controlling other people's life and death can indeed easily make one lose their humanity."

Talking about human nature with a succubus is somewhat ridiculous, just like some veteran succubi are willing to abide by the existing rules under pressure, but they may not necessarily agree with these rules from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sister, what is it that you want most since you became the warden?"

Chapter 24 The Road to Choosing an Emperor

The conversation somehow veered towards ideals and dreams.

Satella looked thoughtful. This prison was just one of her stepping stones to the center of imperial power. If she had to say, she had only one ideal: to ascend the highest throne, wear the pink crown, and become the emperor of Aetheran, the ruler of succubi and humans.

According to the Imperial Succession Law, any succubus who wields the power of great sin is the rightful heir recognized by Her Majesty the Queen. As long as she can make great contributions to the Empire, she will have the opportunity to be crowned the next ruler.

Of all the great sins, only "Lust" remains missing. The day the host of "Lust" appears will be the moment the election ceremony officially begins.

“I want to be the leader of this country,” Satella said to him, pursing her lips. “Her Majesty Salome once led this country, but now she has ascended to godhood and left us.”

“And I am ‘Jealousy,’ the heir recognized by His Majesty. The duties that belonged to His Majesty in the past should now be borne by me and by us.”

El had never heard his sister describe such lofty ambitions before, and he couldn't help but admire them. He knew that to realize this ambition, he would have to endure hardships and efforts that were unimaginable to ordinary people.

So he knelt on one knee, placing his left hand on his left knee, a way for a knight to show allegiance.

“I understand… Then, my beautiful sister, I will always stay by your side, be your sword, and clear away obstacles for you.”

“My dear brother, we will fight side by side. You will be my first and only knight.” Satella said, smiling at him, reaching out to pull him up, and gently kissing his forehead and lips. “I love you, until death do us part.”

“Me too,” El repeated.

Suddenly, a task popped up in the system.

Main Quest - The Path to Becoming Emperor

[Mission Description: You have chosen a faction. Help "Jealous Satella" defeat the other six Electors, or gain their support.]

【Progress: 1/6】

[Quest Rewards: 10 Gold; 20 Experience; 300 Costume Vouchers; 3 Orange Gift Boxes; Title - King of Aetheran]

[King of Aetheran: All attributes +15%; Critical hit rate +15%]

At first glance, El thought the mission rewards were quite generous, but upon closer inspection, he frowned and realized something was amiss.

【Progress: 1/6】

How is this going?

What El was certain of was that, apart from his sister, he had not previously contacted any other holders of the power of the Great Sin, so it was impossible for him to persuade them to give up the electorate, or even to gain their support.

"Sister, do you perhaps have a close, sinful succubus friend?"

Satella leaned closer and shook her head in response to her brother's question. Everyone was in competition with each other, and it was already good enough if they didn't resort to underhanded tactics.

That's strange. El quickly went through the [Illustrated Guide] in his mind: Arrogant Lucifer, Angry Flayn, Slothful Tofina, Greedy Maddie, Gluttonous Gura, Lust... their whereabouts are unknown.

Images of succubi with different styles flashed before his eyes like a slideshow, whether they were ones he had seen from afar or ones printed in brochures. In the end, he determined that the most mysterious host of "lust" was the succubus.

El suddenly had a bold conjecture: the power of lust must be related to arousing sexual desire, intercourse, and reproduction. If he wanted to find her, he would have to start by looking in the prison right under his feet, since all the harlots and whores in the entire empire were imprisoned here.

He told his sister his thoughts, but Satella, upon hearing them, raised her index finger and shook it from side to side, indicating that something was wrong. "El, you're not the first person to think this way. The prisoners in the prison have been screened many times. If there really was 'lust' among them, she should have been discovered long ago."

After hearing what his sister said, El realized that things were far more complicated than he had imagined.

She casually inquired about her sister's next plans. Satella smiled gently, ran her fingers through his hair, and gently stroked from his hairline to the back of his head, enjoying the sensation of her fingers running through his black hair.

It's less like patting someone's head and more like combing or massaging it.

"As for plans, all El needs to do is work hard."

"Is it that simple?"

Looking at her helpless younger brother, and seemingly quite pleased with his reaction, Satella parted her lips and smiled.

"What an emperor does is simply to manage the entire country, suppress the nobility, supervise the officials to do their jobs well, and ensure that every commoner can survive. This is the same as managing a prison..."

Although transforming from a competent warden into a good monarch is not as simple as she makes it out to be, in essence, the state and the prison are indeed no different—both are violent machines used by one to suppress the other.

Satella is also constantly learning and putting her ideas into practice. At least now, even if she were to handle national affairs, she would not feel helpless. Instead, she would be able to calmly handle every matter based on her experience and understanding of society.

After careful consideration, El realized that her sister's words made a lot of sense. Aetheran wasn't built in a day. On the other hand, if someone boasted about becoming queen but couldn't even manage a prison, it would be really unreasonable.

Thus, the things he needed to do in the future gradually became clearer in his mind.

Level up, gather your subordinates, and accumulate resources, just like the kings recorded in history books. Most importantly, hide your ambitions.

Just then, a commotion seemed to arise outside. Listening closely, it was the exclamation of a group of prison guards: "My God!" "By the Queen!"

Satella took El's hand and led him to the window. She pulled back the curtains and saw a dazzling comet streak across the sky, leaving a long trail behind it.

“A god has fallen.” Satella was clearly surprised, but her emotions remained stable.

After a moment of silence, El sighed and said, "Even the gods in the heavens can't stay high above forever."

Leaving aside the distant past, in the last five hundred years alone, several demigods have ascended to heaven, and several deities have fallen. Just like the changing seasons and the passage of time, everything in the world is subject to the inevitable decline of what is prosperous.

Satella suppressed her surprise and nodded. "Indeed." Then she changed the subject. "El, you should go home first. I need to find out which deity it is. This is of great importance."

Chapter 25 Accumulated Power

The comet crashed in the province of Leon in the southern part of the empire.

As the light gradually dimmed, the speed of the fall also gradually slowed down, but surprisingly, the shape of a female deity appeared inside the comet.

The soldiers and succubi stationed there searched along the path of the comet's impact and soon found a girl with wings on her back in a large crater. She was pale, with bloodstains on her lips, and wore a pure white gauze dress. Her arms and feet were bare, and her fate was unknown.

"The god of the winged people!"

"What winged people? Winged people all have ear feathers. This is an angel!"

One of the officer succubi refuted his subordinate's words. He carefully observed the angel girl's reaction, then ordered her to be stuffed into a cage, loaded onto a vehicle, and taken away from the scene. He immediately reported to the Empire through the Crystal.

The unconscious angel girl was quickly sent to the capital, Verheim Palace, where various forces began a power struggle for control of her.

But all of this is temporarily irrelevant to El.

……

Now, El is only focused on advancing the previous mission as quickly as possible, since eliminating the Blood Mother Cult is a significant achievement.

The next day, El visited the confinement room again, where he finally met Gloria.

She remained as languid as ever, sinking into the chair with her coat casually draped over her shoulders, barely bothered to put it on. Her eyes seemed not even open yet, but upon seeing El, they widened, and she chuckled, inviting him to sit beside her.

El didn't usually like women who drank and behaved rudely, but he couldn't bring himself to dislike Gloria.

"I wanted to say this last time: the chairs here are so old. Did the treasurer embezzle funds from your detention area? Why don't you get better chairs?"

Gloria shrugged: "Kid, you don't understand. All the funds have already gone into my belly."

"Is this something you can just say so casually?" El chuckled and then asked.

"What's wrong with saying it? That's just how I am." She turned to look at him. "Let's get down to business. What do you want from me this time?"

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly sharpened, fixing on his eyes.

"I'm warning you beforehand, absorbing other people's vital energy is addictive. Eventually, you won't even be interested in sex anymore. If you become like that, then we won't have any more chances to chat."

El nodded and explained, "There was a reason for what happened last time, as I told you."

"Yes, I know, you're practically a living saint." Gloria resumed her usual languid demeanor, leaning back with her hands folded behind her head. "Like last time, a torture chamber, no instruments of torture?" Her tone was as casual as if she were saying "a beer, please" in a pub.

“No rush.” El fiddled with his fingers, thinking as he spoke. “Actually, I’m considering recruiting that Crimson Succubus. You see, fifth-tier succubi are common in the prison, but sixth-tier succubi are rare. My prisoner is somewhere in between. What I mean is, if we can find a way to get her to sign a soul contract with the prison now, and then help her advance to the sixth tier, she’ll be a rare slave.”

“That’s right.” Gloria nodded in agreement at first, but the next second she couldn’t help but scoff, thinking he was fantasizing again. “But there are two things I don’t understand. First, how do you get her to willingly sign a contract with you? Second, what methods do you plan to use to help her advance to the sixth rank? Don’t be silly! You brat, if you really have such a method, why not try it on me first?”

"There's always a way; anything is possible with effort," El muttered softly, looking at her pleadingly, "Senior, please help me~"

Gloria shook her head and said deliberately, "Don't even think about it. I never do anything foolish, unless..."

"Unless what?"

El asked immediately, though he had more or less guessed it.

"Unless you buy me a drink."

"make a deal."

……

Luring others into signing a contract is a required course for demons, and succubi are no exception.

The most common methods are nothing more than three. First, unequal exchange, promising wealth to the poor and power to politicians, catering to their desires in exchange for their souls; second, information asymmetry, such as using a language that the other party does not understand; and finally, hidden clauses, traps are often hidden in unexpected places in lengthy agreements. The trick of hiding words in borders has been overused. What is more popular now is hiding words within words, where the first letter of each sentence can be combined to form a word, leading to the emergence of the magic of "checking the first letter of the contract text".

At this moment, El didn't have many schemes or calculations in mind. He felt that succubi were all driven by self-interest and avoided harm. As long as he prepared an employment contract with reasonable terms and conditions, the other party should be able to accept it.

At this moment, opposite him, the scarlet succubus Nara finally opened her eyes, squinting as she looked around. In this dark room, facing her familiar enemy, she recalled what had happened a few days ago. Not only had she been groped and touched, but her life force had also been drained, leaving her still somewhat weak.

What is this? What kind of prison guard is he? He's practically a criminal!

Nara used to be unmoved when she saw others crying and wailing while being whipped, but now that the whip is hitting her, she finally feels the pain.

After calming down and thinking it over carefully, she felt a sense of despair and realized that she would be drained of her last bit of energy and die in the most tragic way. Naturally, she was unwilling to accept her fate, but she was powerless to resist. No matter how she thought about it, death was the only way out for her.