Succubus Prison

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She persisted, determined to vindicate the lord she served. "And don't judge His Highness with your self-serving thoughts! How could that lord be as despicable as you make him out to be? Even if I lost to you, it would only be a temporary setback, and His Highness would not look down on me because of it. That's the magnanimity of a king, you know?"

El looked at her, smiled gently, and agreed, "You're right. Her Highness's magnanimity is truly admirable, and she cares about you a lot. Such a lord is rare. Follow her closely."

He vaguely remembered that Alia's family background was actually a bit more illustrious than his; she came from a second-tier noble family in the southern part of the empire.

Thinking about it this way, even if she contradicts herself today, the possibility of the princess standing up for her is not entirely zero.

Alia glared at him and said reproachfully, "Do you even need to tell me that! El, although you said a lot of nice things to me just now, I will never forget the humiliation you brought me, and one day I will defeat you!"

This silly girl is quite stubborn, like a cow at dawn; once she's made up her mind, there's no going back… El thought for a moment, then chuckled and said, “Alright, as long as you're happy.”

Aliya's eyes were complicated. She glanced again in the direction the mother and daughter had left, snorted softly, and chased after them.

However, after talking to him for a while, she was indeed much happier than before.

Chapter 44 Prison Fighting

“I just went to check out the kitchen, and that huge iron pot must be three meters wide.”

"That magic laundry tub has a big whirlpool inside; dirty clothes thrown in get clean instantly."

"Goodness, you guys don't know, that spiritual counseling room is amazing—there's a high-ranking mage using a crystal ball to give free divination."

Listening to everyone's conversation, El smiled knowingly. It seemed that Warden Freya was having a lot of fun.

Taking advantage of the prison's open day, he saw for the first time his sister's heroic and imposing figure during her training. He watched her crack the whip and coldly issue orders, while the prisoners, like a flock of cowardly sheep, marched in formation.

Judging from the looks of it, even if her older sister were to be the commander and lead the troops in battle, she would probably be able to handle it with ease.

Prison is truly a place to hone management skills.

……

Finally, the succubus prison's signature event was a fighting competition between prisoners. Although the idea wasn't particularly brilliant, it was still much more reliable than the massage parlor idea that the previous warden had come up with.

The fighting matches are held in a cage, and only fists are allowed for close-quarters combat. Elbows and knees are not allowed, and hair grabbing, eye gouging, breast twisting, and groin kicks are even more prohibited.

Although the event sounds violent and unsuitable for children, it is actually quite popular with the public. After all, for just a few dozen copper coins, one can watch an incredibly tense and exciting competition between murderers, and many people are happy to pay for it.

For prisoners who are to be held incarcerated for life, this is one of the few forms of entertainment they can enjoy to vent their anger and resentment.

The prisoners' competition was held in the sports field where the prison guards usually exercised. El, Eileen, and Yishuang sat in the audience seats and looked around. The audience area was about 60% full, with about three or four hundred people. Not only were there outsiders, but there were also many colleagues. They even set up a betting game, betting a few coins on which side would win in the end.

"Iron Fist" Zarya has odds of winning at 1.6 to 1, while "Iron Lady" Rachel has odds of winning at 2 to 1.

Eileen shook his arm, acting like a spoiled child, and asked him which side he should bet on to win.

El observed quietly for a while. "Iron Fist" was tall and strong, and judging from his name, he was a typical aggressive fighter. "Iron Lady," on the other hand, was slender with a particularly thin waist, so she was probably more skilled in jujitsu or something similar.

Is it a battle of strength and skill?

El rubbed his temples, lost in thought. He rarely watched these kinds of matches and didn't really understand the intricacies, but "Iron Fist" was Lv.46 and "Iron Lady" was Lv.49. Judging by the levels alone, betting on the latter shouldn't be a problem, right?

“Rachel,” he said softly.

After hearing this, Eileen excitedly dragged Yishuang to queue up to place bets. Just then, El saw an acquaintance, got up, walked over to her side, and slowly sat down.

Sensing his presence, Gloria turned to look at him.

Al casually complained, "I've been standing all day, and my back hurts."

"Hehe, kid, your back pain probably has another reason than standing." Gloria shook her head, pointed at him and laughed, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

He wasn't going to take the bait, so he made small talk, "Senior, why are you here all alone? Don't you have any friends besides me?"

"And why are you here?" Gloria asked with a smile, "You know perfectly well what I mean."

Al laughed and said, "Although I also came to watch the game, I was dragged here by my colleagues. I happened to see you and wanted to come over and talk to you."

"Hmm." She responded lazily, turned her head to look elsewhere, and sure enough, she found the two girls she had drunk with that night. Then she gave an ambiguous smile and said jokingly, "Between Ailin and Yishuang, which one do you like more? One is lively and cute, passionate as fire, while the other is calm as ice, but she is quite proactive in bed when she is drunk."

El stared at her in astonishment, speechless for a moment. After a long while, she realized that El had also been there that night, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Senior, why did you just stand by and watch? You knew we were all drunk, why didn't you stop us..."

Upon hearing this, Gloria raised her hand and gently tapped his head. "You got the benefit and you still say such things? I'll beat you up."

“You’re right, but I still feel a little regretful. Yishuang lost her virginity, and I was just too weak-willed. I fell asleep completely and didn’t feel anything.”

The real dilemma for El is that the rapid development of their relationship has caused them to lose much of the innocence and joy that should accompany a romantic relationship.

Just like when Eileen first knelt down and gave him oral sex, her mouth and nose were full of his stuff, and she cried and said that she was the "shame of the succubus." I remember that the two of them couldn't help but laugh at that time. It's hard to have that feeling again.

Gloria slapped him hard on the shoulder and said cruelly, "If you don't feel anything, then do it to her again!"

El said softly, "But intimacy doesn't just mean making love. The key is to create many beautiful memories together."

"Don't talk nonsense, are you impotent or something?"

"What are you talking about?"

Just then, Eileen's voice came from the side.

She suddenly appeared, greeted Gloria with a smile, then reached out and hugged his neck from behind, rubbing her cheek against his like a little animal. "El, why did you change places? We've been looking for you for ages."

El turned around and saw Yi Shuang standing there quietly, unaware of how much she had heard.

Fortunately, the fighting matches below have already officially begun.

"Sweetheart, is this all you've got?"

"Iron Fist" Zarya was immediately punched in the face by "Iron Lady" Rachel, but she seemed unharmed, swinging her neck and cracking her joints.

In the blink of an eye, "Iron Fist" was like a giant bear closing in on its prey, casting its shadow on "Iron Lady".

The next second, "Iron Lady" stepped back, her bare feet poised on the ground. The instant "Iron Fist"'s heavy punch cleaved through the air, she suddenly lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his arm, and used a lock, twisting Iron Fist's arm joint in the opposite direction.

"It's actually quite convincing," Gloria commented softly. "Once this move is used, it's very difficult for the opponent to break free."

Eileen deliberately acted mischievously, using her frail arms to lock El's throat, and kept asking, "Will you surrender? Will you surrender?"

He tilted his head to the side and stuck out his tongue, indicating that he had been strangled to death.

Watching the two of them having so much fun, Yi Shuang couldn't help but complain, "Are you two still little succubi?"

"Hehe, if we were still little succubi, then Shuangshuang, you'd be going to jail."

Before Yi Shuang could say anything more, a muffled thud of dislocated bones came from the ring, which was immediately drowned out by the screams of the audience.

"Iron Fist" actually used one arm as a sacrifice to forcefully break free of the joint technique. With his other intact arm, he threw a punch, while "Iron Lady" flipped in mid-air, her hair being swept off her feet by the force of the punch. After several dodges, she looked to be in a very dangerous situation.

Now—the "Iron Lady" seized the opportunity to counterattack, delivering a whip kick to the "Iron Fist's" face.

Then, as "Iron Fist" lost his balance and crashed to the ground, he climbed onto her chest and clamped his legs tightly around her neck.

Another burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands.

"Hey, you went way too far tonight," the "Iron Fist" said in a low voice, caught in the deadly scissor kick.

"Stop talking, what if someone notices!" With that, the "Iron Lady" pressed her knee against her throat.

As the referee's countdown ended, a disgraceful match-fixing incident came to a close.

When the results came out, naturally some people were happy and some were sad.

Amidst the sighs that rose and fell around her, Erin jumped up, pumped her fist, and then made a victory sign.

Chapter 45 Yi Shuang's True Colors

"Hehe, I made quite a bit of money! Remember that night we drank together a few days ago? It was so much fun! How about we do it again tonight? It's on me," Eileen suggested with a smile.

They have left the stadium and walked to the entrance.

Looking up, I realized it was already late.

Al said, "Let me treat you, but I'll drink less tonight."

“Let’s go to a different tavern this time, I guarantee you won’t get drunk,” Gloria said.

Gloria then added that having a drink now and then is good for her physical and mental health, just like she always feels a special kind of pleasant feeling when she drinks, so much so that she can live on just this feeling.

There are probably not many people in this prison who live as freely and comfortably as she does.

If things continue like this, perhaps this guy can really create a new subspecies of succubus, called the Drunken Dream Succubus.

Al, however, held a different opinion. Drinking wasn't the most important thing, and alcohol wasn't even that good. He was only happy when he was with his friends, and as for sleeping with his friends, that was double the pleasure.

After a good drink, they left the tavern hidden in the alley and, showing great tacit understanding, returned together to the prison's living quarters and arrived at Yishuang's residence.

This was El's first time visiting her home. After entering, he looked around and was slightly surprised. Although the prison guards' houses had a uniform internal structure, it was obvious that Yi Shuang's home had been carefully decorated.

Reaching the window, my fingertips brushed against the shimmering curtains, and the system determined that they were purple-quality [Moon Shadow Gauze], extremely luxurious.

Then the other furniture must also be top-notch.

El thought to himself, "I never would have guessed that my Yishuang is so rich."

Beside her, Eileen slumped into the soft sofa, muttering that the sofa was so soft and she wouldn't get up, that she wanted to live here every day.

Seeing this, Yi Shuang shook her head, turned around and brought a large glass of water with honey from the kitchen, then distributed it to everyone, along with a plate of fresh grapes.

Gloria stretched, reached for a bunch of grapes, changed her sitting posture, crossed her long legs, stretched her neck, tilted her pretty face up to bite into the purple fruit, and talked as she ate.

"Honestly, I don't understand. Your father is a food tycoon. Why didn't you go and inherit the family business? Why did you come here to be a prison guard?"

Yi Shuang smiled without saying a word, gently fiddling with the grapes with her delicate fingers. She picked one up and fed it to Eileen, who was lying on her lap. After a while, she said softly, "It's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be. What food king? In my father's own words, he sold frozen food for fifty years, but in the end, he lost to a little canned food..."

After canned food was introduced, the Imperial military designated it as military rations and purchased it in large quantities, causing a sudden surge in sales. As a result, her family's business was significantly impacted and lost its former glory.

Yi Shuang smiled slightly and added, "Besides, I quite like this job."

Here, she only needs to focus on her work to maintain the empire's laws and order, without having to expend energy on complex business struggles or running around trying to maintain various relationships.

“That’s true. Money can’t buy true happiness.” Gloria said, turning to look at El. After a moment, she chuckled, “Kid, what are you standing there for? Do what you’re supposed to do.”

El stared blankly, and after a moment of realization, he was surprised, then couldn't help but chuckle, "What the hell? When did our relationship become like this?"

On the other side, Yi Shuang and Ai Lin secretly exchanged a glance. Ai Lin mouthed a few words silently from her red lips: You go first.

At her request, Yi Shuang blushed slightly and stood up, trying to take the first step, but hesitated and stood there stiffly.

Eileen giggled, raised her little hand, and slapped her peach-shaped bottom as encouragement.

Yi Shuang, however, showed no appreciation whatsoever. She turned around and glared at her with shame and indignation, somewhat flustered, afraid that this fellow sister might do something shameful again.

Finally, she made up her mind, walked to Al's side, and subtly took his arm. Seeing that he complied and did not refuse her at all, she felt relieved and led him towards the bedroom.

In this private space where there were only the two of them, Yi Shuang could finally breathe a sigh of relief and gaze at him with shy yet tender eyes.

El returned the same look of affection, gazed at her for a moment, and then couldn't help but reach out and hug her, gently kissing her cool and beautiful face.

After standing there embracing each other for a while, Yi Shuang suddenly pushed him away. "What's wrong?" El asked subconsciously, then realized that the question was a bit stupid and didn't need an answer at all, because Yi Shuang had already started to undress herself with a blush under his gaze.

"Didn't you say you were going to do me?" Yi Shuang's voice trembled slightly. Then she bent over slightly, sticking her buttocks out, and used both hands to pull her pants off her legs.

"Ah, you heard everything." El smiled and put his arm around her waist again.

She carried the scent of wine and a pleasant, cool fragrance, refreshing and sweet, like half-melted frost or a cold spring flowing in the mountains.

"If you're willing, I couldn't be happier."

A helpless smile appeared in Yi Shuang's beautiful eyes as she slowly lifted her clothes to show him the erotic patterns on her lower abdomen—his magical patterns had almost filled the original blank space of the background, forming a complete design.

She lowered her head shyly, "I've already become your follower, and you're still asking if I'm willing."

After that night of drinking and completely letting go, Yi Shuang could basically foresee that she was destined to be entangled with him. The best outcome would be to become his wife, the next best would be to become his lover, and the worst would be to become his secret lover.

The worst that could happen is that she becomes his personal tool for sexual gratification.

"...I also have something to tell you." Yi Shuang's tone sounded a little melancholy. She raised her arm, her fingers gently brushing through her smooth, long black hair, which instantly turned snow-white and spread out behind her.

Ice crystals grew rapidly on his forehead, as if the frost and cold air accumulated over many years had finally broken free of their shackles, eventually forming a pair of crystal-clear curved corners, emitting a faint chill.

"Actually, I'm not a nobleman. I just like you, so I don't want to hide it from you. This is who I really am. Can you please not hate me?" she said cautiously. Bloodline and origin were quite a serious issue.

However, her response was a clean and decisive push.

Dislike? No way!

He now wishes he could stuff the eggs inside.

……

Eileen and Gloria estimated that it was about time, walked to the bedroom door, stopped, and then opened it a crack.

The first thing that catches the eye is two bodies entangled together.