Succubus Prison

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Hisska's slender white fingers traced over the lines of words that were sensual yet not lewd.

One morning, the priest couldn't resist putting his hand on the poor succubus nun's buttocks.

“Father,” Justina said, trembling, a tear streaming down her face, “I am praying to the Lord, please let me go.”

“The Lord has answered me.” The priest ignored the nun’s pleas, took her hand and placed it between his legs. “Touch it if you don’t believe me. This is the Lord’s sign.”

"No, no!"

"Bitch, bitch!"

He lifted her skirt above her buttocks, revealing a red rose, and then, unleashing his masculinity, grabbed her horns and engaged in lewd acts with her before the Lord.

Goddess, what blasphemy this is! Even the Lord closed his eyes in despair.

……

Hisska put her left hand into her wet mouth, involuntarily twisting her body and sucking on her fingertips with unbearable ecstasy, while her right hand held a thick paintbrush, using ink to cover up the blasphemous words on the book one by one.

This is her daily work.

After El and Erin went inside, they wandered around casually. Since it wasn't break time, there were no other colleagues around.

Looking at the walls of books, he had no idea what kind of books Anna liked.

However, it seemed that the girl's tastes were mostly in romance novels, so she randomly picked a few books from the novel shelf and started flipping through them. The system started operating and added these books to the [Illustrated Compendium].

But he soon realized something was wrong and asked Eileen, who was beside him.

Why are all these books blacked out?

Eileen said matter-of-factly, "We can't let the prisoners develop unnecessary desires after watching it."

For the sake of easier management, El could understand, but he was a little regretful, "Then all these books will become damaged goods."

Such a book would probably be hard to satisfy Anna, and therefore there would be no way to trigger that so-called hidden reward.

"Even damaged goods are better than nothing, so we usually don't come here..."

As Eileen spoke, she reached out and stood on tiptoe to grab a book, flapping her little wings vigorously, but still couldn't reach it.

The downside of bloodline degeneration lies in this: half-succubi are practically turning into chickens.

Seeing this, El immediately went behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and picked her up. Eileen's body went limp, and her arms, which had been resting on the spine of the book, fell gently down. She tilted her head back, revealing a clean neck, her gaze gentle, and began to actively sway her hips, begging for pleasure, "In this position, right here, fuck me to death."

El's arms slowly tightened, holding her firmly in his embrace, her delicate body pressed against him without any gap. "Although I really want to, let's forget it. It's a bit disrespectful to others in public."

Eileen said nonchalantly, "Hiska? She won't care. She often masturbates here without a care in the world. Maybe she'll enjoy watching us make love even more."

Al's erection throbbed with pain. "Even so, I can't risk hurting you by doing this."

Hearing him say that, Eileen realized that his penis was now like a burning stick; once it went in, it would turn her brain into mush. Although she really wanted to try it, the thought of turning herself into a sex-obsessed idiot made her decide against it.

"Darling, why don't you kiss me? My body, my legs are open for you, mmm~"

At her invitation, El reached into her pants. Seeing this, Erin felt that her pants were in the way, so she quickly pulled them down to her ankles. After thinking for a moment, she simply lifted her foot and pulled them all off. She then slightly raised one of her smooth, long legs, stood on one leg, and showed off her beauty.

El was amazed. What a wanton girl! A strong sense of excitement arose within him. Erin stuck out her wet little tongue at him, then licked her lips, her little hands rubbing without any restraint. El also gently touched his lover's honeyed spot, his fingers easily penetrating inside, exploring the folds and folds.

She kept wiggling her little bottom and thrusting her lower abdomen, whispering in his ear, "Hehe, is this love? It's not about eating, and it's not about having children..."

"...simply for something wonderful and enjoyable."

After indulging in unrestrained revelry, El pulled his wet fingers out, intending to dry them on his clothes. However, Eileen gently took his hand, placed it under her nose, and sniffed it somewhat shyly. Then, she surprisingly opened her red lips and sucked his fingers clean.

The two looked at each other silently, and then smiled knowingly at each other.

El hugged her and helped her put her pants back on. Luckily, her moans, which she had made oblivious to everyone else, hadn't been noticed.

In fact, the entire library space was extremely quiet, and the literature section was not far from the administration desk, so how could it not be heard?

Afterwards, El settled Eileen, whose legs were weak, onto the sofa in the reading area, and then went to the front desk. When he arrived, Hisska was sitting there reading, still looking dejectedly, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Excuse me," El said.

Hisska raised her face, looking somewhat awkward, and waited for his next words without saying a word.

"Do you have an uncut version here?" He waved the book in his hand, "The Temptation of Returning to the Territory," a story of noble revenge that seemed quite relevant to Anna's situation; she would probably like it.

According to regulations, books that have not been reviewed are not allowed to be borrowed. However, that applies to prisoners. Since they are all colleagues, they generally try to make things as convenient for each other as possible.

“Identification,” Hisska whispered.

El paused for a moment, remembering the huge pile of documents and passes he received on the day he arrived. He was used to teleporting around all the time, and realized that none of those things were just for show.

The prison is like a college, where you can borrow books with a card, limited to twenty books per person, and the identification document is the library card.

Hisska moved slowly and deliberately, taking several minutes to enter the information into the crystal before asking, "How long do you want to borrow it for?"

El casually replied, "Let's go with the longest possible timeframe."

Hisska nodded upon hearing this, got up, and went into the room behind her. After searching for a long time, she returned with a dusty, brand-new book in front of him. "Alright, remember to return it in a year."

"Thank you."

A year? Although somewhat surprised, El didn't dwell on it too much. He picked up the book, ready to pick up Erin and then go to turn in the mission.

As I left, I glanced back casually.

Hisska then immersed herself in reading.

Chapter 40 A woman's face changes without her having to worry about anything.

Those two lewd guys finally left. They really went too far!

Hisska buried her pretty face in the book, inhaling the scent of ink for a while before she finally felt a little calmer.

There's a saying that's true: novels are based on reality. It turns out that this kind of thing really does happen.

She felt shy but also slightly unhappy, as if her personal space had been invaded.

You see, the reason Hisska chose to work here as a librarian is because she is naturally afraid of social interaction and doesn't like communicating with people. So, apart from being a bit hard and having to change and wash her underwear every day, this job is simply her ideal job.

Moreover, the prison has ample funds, allowing her to use the prison to buy all the books she wants. And it's obvious from her own perspective that most succubi in prison haven't received any systematic education, and might not even know common writing, so they definitely wouldn't enjoy reading.

She had lived here for nearly four or five years, almost as if she were in her own world, but unexpectedly...

Hearing the commotion they made, Hisska knew exactly what it meant. Her whole body was tense. She couldn't concentrate on her favorite book, her mind filled with thoughts of what to do if he came looking for her. Should she silently endure it, resist, or half-heartedly accept it? She'd heard his sister was the warden, so even if she reported him, it wouldn't do any good. She'd just end up like poor Justina, a sex slave under a man's crotch.

That's why Hisska gave him an extra-long period to return the book.

I really hope he won't come again! Can't we just keep our own peaceful space?

……

El was unaware of Hisska's complex inner thoughts, a mixture of fear and a hint of anticipation. He was only thinking about earning experience points and gold from Anna, leveling up as quickly as possible, and increasing his rank.

The main sources of experience points are three: combat training and completing missions, and life skills, such as successfully synthesizing potions each time, going out on adventures and hunting, and even catching fish.

After starting work, it will be impossible to level up as easily as before by sparring with classmates. Perhaps it's possible to find a suitable prisoner as a sparring partner and act as his experience punching bag.

As for quests, they were never something he could just take on whenever he wanted, so he turned his attention to the secondary professions on the character panel, which were life professions.

First, the choice of occupation is free and there is no limit to the number of occupations. There are nine major categories: farming, animal husbandry, mining, herbalism, fishing, cooking, brewing, medicine making, and artisan, which cover almost all mainstream ways of working.

If we consider the local conditions, medicine making, cooking, and craftsmanship seem like the most suitable professions. There are ready-made factories and canteens in the prison... But my sister wouldn't allow herself to put herself through that much physical strain, would she?

So the decision is made to focus on pharmaceuticals.

When I have free time, I need to buy raw materials and then make potions. Although making a potion only provides a few dozen or a hundred experience points, as long as the quantity is high enough, it will lead to a qualitative change. That's why there's a saying that "quantity is the most important quality".

Finally, there's the divine artifact, the "Desire Sutra." Based on my sister's previous experience, the power of great sins can also quickly level up if used properly.

If one has complete authority, then this is the most correct path to promotion without even having to think about it.

But he only has one-third of it in his hands now.

This matter needs further investigation.

……

When I saw Anna again, she was in much better condition than a few days ago. She was still wearing a loose white robe and looked more vibrant and lively. Perhaps she had adjusted her mindset in time after changing to a less unbearable environment.

"Greetings, Mr. El." Upon seeing El, Anna immediately straightened her previously relaxed back. She felt that she had been too weak in front of him before, and now she wanted to try her best to hide her vulnerable side and calm herself down. She said softly, "It seems that you have brought me the book I asked for."

Al nodded slightly and passed the book through the gap in the fence.

Anna took the book and looked down. The words "The Temptation of Returning to the Territory" on the cover caught her eye, along with the subtitle "The Countess's Revenge." A strange expression instantly appeared on her fair and lovely face, and she even gave him a rare, coquettish look.

"So you thought I'd like reading this kind of novel? Well, it's neither good nor bad. I'll take it as you hoping I'd cheer up. Thanks."

[Task completed]

[Gained 1000 Gold; 2000 Experience]

Hearing the system notification, El was slightly pleased. His experience points had reached (596500/697500), and he was about 10 experience points away from leveling up.

However, the hidden reward mentioned in the previous mission description was not seen.

If you think about it carefully, she's currently imprisoned, and all she can offer is probably some noble secrets and information that she has memorized. Otherwise, the reward couldn't possibly be her, could it?

“Mr. Al, if there’s any money left over from the savings I gave you last time, I’d like some Ceylon tea, Morning Milk, and a can of Cheese sugar cubes,” Anna said, bowing slightly and making a polite request.

"No problem." Considering that this young lady had provided him with a reward for his mission, El could fulfill all her material needs today. Besides, these things were nothing to a succubus, so this request was easily met.

He kindly asked, "Would you like some cake?"

“Thank you so much for your generosity.” She smiled. “I never imagined that being locked up here would allow me to enjoy afternoon tea.”

With each question and answer, the atmosphere between the two visibly improved.

Anna paused, then said almost as if making a promise, "I will write to my father and mother and ask them to send more money."

Al didn't comment, but simply comforted her: "The hardest adjustment period is over. Things will only get better from here on out. Your best days are yet to come."

Anna

[Affection Level: Friendly]

Honestly, Anna was very glad that he was her supervisor; at least he was a gentleman.

During her time in solitary confinement, she felt that the other prison guards and inmates looked at her with indifference, mockery, or disdain. No one's gaze was kind and clear, as if her cries and pleas were meaningless and not worth listening to. It was truly an experience she could not bear to recall.

In comparison, El's image in her mind improved by more than just a little.

She apologized for initially describing him as a "prison lover" and a lover who had an affair with an inmate when they first met. She didn't know what came over her at that moment, but she had preconceived the idea that he was the kind of philandering man.

Chapter 41 Banquet

The banquet arrived as scheduled. It was not only a princess welcome party, but also a rare opportunity for the prison guards to relax.

In front of the vanity mirror, Satella opened the drawer under the table and searched for a lipstick in the right shade.

El stood behind her, silently admiring his sister's bare back. The fabric of her silver-white gown clung to her figure like flowing water, exuding a noble and luxurious feel. He couldn't help but reach out and play with her soft, pink hair, the smooth texture of which was intoxicating.

Satella turned to look at her younger brother and chuckled, "What do you think of this outfit?"

"A beautiful dress that ignites my desire; love comes from my younger brother."

Satella pushed back her chair, stood up, turned around and hugged him, stroking his cheek. Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel his honesty. She said affectionately, "Bear with it for a little while. Come to my room after the banquet and I'll let you have your fill."

El noticed that her sister's pink eyes would occasionally fill with hearts, showing that she was also enduring a lot of hardship.

"Ah."

He thought to himself, "Then I'll grab my sister's legs and thrust into her from behind without any hesitation." His hand lifted her skirt and stroked her smooth, white thighs. Then he lifted her onto the dressing table, squatted down naturally, reached out and grabbed her arches, and personally put on her high heels.

"These tattered shoes are not as good as the ones you gave me. My feet will hurt after wearing them for a while..." Satella rarely acted coquettishly.

"Alxindao, of course, anything produced by the system is guaranteed to be of the highest quality."

"That's because you're used to wearing military boots, sister."

Satella nodded gently, but when she saw her younger brother put his hand under his nose and smell it, she narrowed her beautiful eyes, her gaze turning slightly displeased, and said reproachfully, "Were you... just smelling it?"

Succubi have no pores, no body hair, and do not sweat, so they don't smell. Their snow-white skin is more like mimicry scales, allowing them to imitate any species.

“It smells.” Al nodded, saying seriously, “It smells like perfume.”

"Hmph." Satie stretched out her arms, punishing her younger brother by making him hug her, then smiled and said, "Let's go."

……

El helped her sister down the spiral staircase of the banquet hall.