Succubus Prison

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At this moment, he was observing a female prisoner under Yi Shuang's supervision. She was imprisoned for smuggling dangerous goods. This prisoner was quite a character—when she was admitted to prison, it was discovered that she had three masturbation devices hidden in her buttocks. After Yi Shuang discovered this, she ordered her to break them off by herself. Her colleagues even gave her a nickname, "Trinity," which made her quite difficult to deal with.

Finally, at the end of the cell, Anna sat on the bed, her legs curled up. Her once delicate face now looked utterly lifeless.

After spending her first night in the cell, she felt sore all over and filled with fear and unease. How much longer do I have to stay here? What am I doing all this for?

She sighed, buried her head in her arms, and caught a glimpse of El's abyss out of the corner of her eye. She looked up and smiled with surprise and delight, but the delight lasted only a moment. She remembered how cold, heartless, and inhuman he was, and a sense of resentment rose in her heart.

Why can't you be nicer to me? Am I not beautiful?

However, El remained steadfast and indifferent, completely unaware of her tantrum.

Chapter 21 Gray Income

El could probably understand Freya's approach. Everything is relative. Let the pampered young lady suffer a little first, so she knows what prison is really like. Later, when she moves into a special cell, it will be easier to deal with her and she won't be so picky.

He walked to the iron railing, asked a few simple questions, and then prepared to leave.

"Please don't go," Anna suddenly said, chasing after him as she jumped down from the wooden bed against the wall, bringing her pretty little face close to the fence, her flaxen hair falling over her shoulders.

She kept telling herself to say something, Anna, to say something to keep him, but it turned out that even when a succubus was in pain, it was difficult for her to adopt the demeanor of a succubus man.

"What is it?" El asked.

“I just wanted to… see you again.” Facing El, Anna struggled to find the right words and finally spoke in a muffled voice, “Compared to this group of criminals who chatter day and night, you, you seem much more adorable.”

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving now."

"Wait, please let me finish. You seem to think I'm also a shameful criminal and look down on me, but there's something I must tell you. Yes, I'm innocent!"

As soon as she said those words, she felt extremely wronged, tears welled up in her eyes, and her throat tightened with sobs. "I really didn't kill that person..." She couldn't finish her sentence, and only suppressed sobs remained.

"Don't get excited yet."

Anna saw his indifferent expression, as if he wasn't surprised at all. Her brows furrowed in pain, and her already aggrieved face became even more melancholy. "Sigh! Why do you seem so unmoved? Don't you believe what I said?"

El, who had been expressionless, suddenly turned around and shouted down the corridor, "4400!"

"Here!" the Trinity shouted in the distance.

"4400, tell me, do you consider yourself guilty?"

"Reporting to the corrector, I am innocent! Of course I am not guilty. Although I engaged in piracy and smuggling, I have always paid my taxes on time..."

“That’s enough!” El turned to Anna and explained, “You heard it too, every prisoner here claims to be innocent, so Miss Anna, even if you are truly innocent, no one will believe you.”

"Also, I suggest you don't say such things again in the future, because you have already voluntarily pleaded guilty, been sentenced to imprisonment, and are currently serving your sentence. If you want to recant your confession, then you should be prepared to confront the judge, the executioner, and even the entire judicial system."

Although El held onto the ideals of fairness and justice, he had little sympathy for Anna, who took the blame for someone else, went to prison, and then regretted it, because it was all her own choice, and she gave up all the opportunities to speak during the trial.

Now that things have come to this point, and all procedural justice has been served, there's nothing anyone can do.

For the sake of political achievements, resume, and future prospects, all those involved in the case will become obstacles for her.

After hearing this, Anna knelt on the ground, her face pale. She felt like a pawn on a chessboard, because her sister, the "Queen," was more important than her, the "Bishop," so she was thrown into the fire as a sacrifice.

"I was so stupid," she murmured to herself, lowering her head and refusing to look at him again.

……

When El ran into Freya in the office, he specifically mentioned Anna's situation, asking, "How long are you planning to keep her locked up before changing her to a different cell?"

"It's such a small matter, you can decide for yourself." Freya said, and then playfully stretched out her hands to tease him. However, just as her slender hands were about to approach, El dodged to the side. Apart from his sister and family, he didn't really like others touching his head and hair. Freya immediately pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.

After a moment's thought, El said, "Then let's follow the rules and lock him up for a week."

Her beautiful, sparkling eyes stared at him, a seductive glint in them, but she spoke of the important matter: "Do you know why I handed her over to you, you silly boy?"

"I don't know," he said truthfully.

Freya smiled helplessly and had no choice but to open up and talk to him frankly, personally instructing him, "A young lady like her is a rare find, a fat sheep that you can only dream of. For example, if she wanted to drink black tea, you could offer her three times the price, and she would agree without hesitation. And another example, she herself doesn't even know when she'll be moved to a different cell..."

El was stunned. He had never thought of this before. He didn't know that it was possible to get gold coins from prisoners like this. But was this considered a violation of the rules?

Needless to say, soliciting bribes and carrying goods for prisoners for a fee are clearly illegal acts, and if they are exposed, they will definitely be suspended from their duties and investigated.

"Isn't this right?"

“Logically it’s wrong, but, El, the world isn’t as simple as right or wrong. Everyone’s been doing this for so many years, why hasn’t anyone stopped it?” Freya tilted her head and looked at him meaningfully. “Law is not without human sentiment. Eileen did it too. Are you going to report her?”

El had long realized that he had been tricked by Freya, that cunning woman, so he wasn't particularly angry.

If her goal is limited to this, it's actually a good thing.

What did she want again? She wanted him to join her in her corrupt ways—what a ridiculous reason.

"...Is Eileen short of money?" he asked softly, his mind replaying the image of Fate holding the money bag that day, and her malnourished body.

I wonder what happened to the poor child and her mother.

Freya had expected him to be angry, or at least to question her, but he said nothing. His first concern was this question. He chuckled, his beautiful eyes sparkling, "El is so gentle."

"Eileen probably didn't tell you about her family situation. There are eight people in her family."

Al himself didn't need to support a family, so he didn't know that bread and butter were expensive and therefore didn't understand what that concept meant.

Simply put, the total cost of living for an eight-person family is at least 3000 Imperial Gold Coins per year, while Eileen's monthly salary is only 26 Gold Coins. Just hearing that makes it sound like it's hard to make ends meet. Earning some extra money can indeed help her and her family achieve a better quality of life.

Freya did not invite him to join their illegal and disorderly activities, but El's heart had already unconsciously drawn towards them.

El said softly, "I don't lack money, honor is more important to me. But if I don't get involved, you won't feel at ease, will you? Give my share to Erin, and please don't tell her."

Freya knew this meant he was willing to join, and nodded with a smile, "Good boy, that's right. Trust me, I wouldn't hurt you. I love you too much to ask~"

Chapter 22 Taming Freya

Freya also mischievously hinted that he could get more from her.

El had already decided what kind of lesson he was going to teach her. He took out a box of chocolates from his backpack and held it in his hands.

【"sweetheart"】

[Quality: Purple]

[Description: Heart-shaped chocolates with a sweet filling inside; even the name is sweet. Giving this to a girl who loves sweets might be surprisingly effective.]

There are almost no women in the world who don't love sweets.

Freya seemed somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Why are you suddenly giving me a gift? Is there some special request?"

Al said seriously, "I put an aphrodisiac in it."

"Hehe, then I'll have to try it." Freya chuckled, elegantly picked up a chocolate, examined it carefully, and then brought it to her lips to taste.

Compared to the succubus's constitution, even the most potent aphrodisiacs seem rather childish.

It's easy to tell from her slightly narrowed eyes and upturned lips that she really likes it.

El glanced at the system panel again.

【Freya】

[Affection level: Like]

Simply accepting a gift will successfully increase your favorability.

When we first met, my impression of her was "friendly." After spending so many days together, it hadn't changed much. Now, it has increased by a full 100 points, allowing me to smoothly enter the next stage, "like." It's a qualitative change.

El plans to raise her affection level to the point of "infatuation" or "love," so that he can regain the initiative when they are together, and even make her heart beat for him.

To be honest, he was extremely interested in her looks and alluring figure, and never intended to hurt her.

Freya suddenly pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes looking strange. As someone skilled in mind magic, she was even more sensitive to her own mental state. Just a moment ago, for some reason, she seemed to have broken through the emotional restrictions she had set for herself, and she instantly felt a flutter in her heart.

Freya was puzzled. Even if El was handsome and outstanding, and not tainted by the frivolity she hated most, it shouldn't have aroused her admiration and desire to the point of hitting her heart. She wasn't that kind of shallow succubus.

She never thought about being in a relationship. If she wanted to, the number of people pursuing her could fill the entire Violet Square, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to control power, gain prestige, and reap wealth.

"Did you really drug me? Why do I feel... so hot?" Freya smiled and deliberately pulled open her collar in front of him, revealing a small patch of fair skin.

El smiled at her and said, "You asked for it yourself, do you still want it?"

"Hmph." Freya refused to believe it and picked up a chocolate from the box El was holding with her fingers. The next second, she quickly stuffed it into his mouth, a bright smile blooming on her pretty face. She said slyly, "You should try some too. Isn't it delicious, hmm?"

But her eyes were carefully observing his changes.

Al chewed casually, then swallowed.

Not to mention that the gift only works once when it is accepted, he doesn't even have a favorability bar.

Finding that he seemed unchanged, Freya dispelled her doubts, realizing that it wasn't the chocolate that was the problem, but rather that she herself had fallen for it.

This is not hard to explain. Feelings are always a double-edged sword. Perhaps in the process of actively contacting and teasing him these past few days, she has unconsciously developed feelings for him.

She attributed her affection to his uniqueness, since he was the only boy in the prison.

Only a man who is not afraid of death would be willing to come to such a godforsaken place.

Just then, El suddenly reached out a hand to her. Freya was slightly taken aback, but then naturally took it. With a gentle pull, he drew her in front of him, looked at her, and then unwrapped a sweet chocolate, put it in his mouth, and looked up to feed it to her, as a small act of revenge.

Their faces were very close, closer and closer. At such close range, their breaths hit each other, making their hearts race, as if their breaths would intertwine the next second.

Al tilted his head and gently kissed her sexy red lips. She did not resist and gently complied, seemingly not minding flirting with him at all.

After a tender kiss, El stepped back and said, "I don't really like chocolate."

Freya laughed, her voice soft, and said reproachfully, "Hey, that was my first kiss, and it's gone just like that!"

"Is that so? Then I should do my best. Could you give me another chance to perform?" he said casually.

"Go away, you brat, get back to your work!" Freya snatched her gift from his hands, then shyly pushed him away. "What if someone sees this..." she added, somewhat unnecessarily, "If your sister finds out, she'll kill me!"

But no matter how you look at her, she doesn't seem scared at all. More likely, she wants to enjoy the forbidden pleasure of having an ambiguous affair with him without Satella's knowledge.

……

Time flew by, and before long it was dusk. El quietly visited his sister's office, not only wanting to be intimate with her, but also hoping to spend time alone with her.

El adjusted his military cap and called out softly, "Sister."

Satella held a document in her left hand and a report in her right, comparing the two, looking every bit the elite woman.

Seeing her younger brother, she didn't smile as usual. Instead, she curled her red lips in a mocking smile. "You've fallen for a new girl again? Tell me who it is, so I can be happy."

El couldn't help but sigh. Because of his jealousy, his sister was always the first to discover his infidelity. That's how Eileen's affair was discovered last time.

If you had to sum up Satella's abilities in one sentence, it would be something like this: she becomes stronger when her husband cheats on her.

Therefore, he had almost nowhere to hide in front of her, and the exposure of his philandering was inevitable.

"Sister, can we get intimate first, and then talk about this?"

"Humph."

Satella remained noncommittal, but her lack of explicit refusal was tantamount to acquiescence. However, one shouldn't expect her to be very cooperative given her jealousy.

El came to her side, gazing intently at her beautiful face. His sister was not only his partner but also the woman he loved most, without exception.

Yet he repeatedly acted as an unfaithful cuckoo, cuckolding her time and time again.

But without him, she wouldn't have been able to become a legendary succubus at the age of twenty-three.

In fact, Satella could understand it rationally, but she couldn't accept it emotionally.

If she could accept it calmly, she wouldn't be a succubus in charge of "jealousy," but rather an angel of "forgiveness."

Chapter 23 We Become One

Fidelity? Chastity? Love?

These were undoubtedly things that succubi could not understand before, but after these magical creatures, born from the desires of living beings, tasted the magic output of love, an extreme emotion, they all fell for it.

Only true liking can give rise to lust; only deep love can cause jealousy.

Because she was angry, Satella completely ignored her brother, no matter what he did or what pose he struck in front of her. Even when he had already taken off his pants, she was still indifferent.

Her arrogance, indifference, and even her disdainful expression were all part of her charm.

El pressed his sister down on the chair and kissed her neck. Sensing her lack of cooperation, he worked even harder to engage in foreplay, his hands constantly roaming over her erogenous zones... What he had wanted for the past three days, which he had been yearning for but could not obtain, he now got easily and effortlessly.

Al, panting, faced his sister and carefully observed her reaction. He wanted to see his sister, so indifferent and restrained of desire, moan beneath him, relax her brow, and open up her body and mind. But she seemed to feel nothing at all, still staring at the ceiling, as calm as a piece of wood.

Even though he knew his sister was faking it, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration, so he simply stopped after a while and withdrew.