Succubus Prison

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Al readily agreed to this small matter, telling her that it was nothing more than washing the floor with water and then wiping it clean—what was so difficult about that?

"What am I going to do? I'm so stupid." Anna deliberately dropped the dirty rag on the floor, looking confused.

To prevent inmates from masturbating, stick-shaped items such as brooms and feather dusters are not provided in the prison.

El watched coldly and said softly, "Practice makes perfect. You'll get the hang of it after a few tries."

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Can you help me?"

Al shook his head. What a joke. He'd never done any housework at home.

This noble lady can't clean, can't do laundry, and probably can't even tie her own hair without a maid. She's going to have a hard time in the future.

"I have work to do, please excuse me for a moment." With that, he hurriedly left.

“I hate this place, and the people here!” Anna complained, biting her lip.

If etiquette is a lady's armor, then she has already lost it.

……

In the office, Eileen leaned against El's back, reading a novel with him. Golden strands of hair fell down beside her cheeks, and her face was filled with the double joy of slacking off and being in love.

Anyway, the amount of work is the same whether she does it or not. The warden doesn't really care how much work she does; what he cares about is whether she is loyal and trustworthy.

El could clearly feel her two full breasts being squeezed and deformed, with a soft and elastic touch, so her attention was completely off the book.

She herself was completely oblivious, and instead asked with great interest, "Where did you find this novel?"

El remained calm and collected. Where else could he have come from? He appeared in the [Shop].

Romance novel

[Quality: blue]

[Description: A new work by a wildly popular romance author! Forbidden love, a love not accepted by society! A gift for a young woman yearning for love might have a miraculous effect.]

El discovered long ago that sometimes, the information carried by a gift is more valuable than the gift itself.

Just like the book in his hand, there is no such work in this era. If it were published, it might bring both fame and fortune.

"By the way, I'm about to leave work. What did you want to talk to me about tonight?"

Eileen lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, even her ears turned red, and then whispered, "You knew perfectly well~"

"Know...what?" El asked with a smile, deliberately drawing out the words. In fact, judging from her reaction, he pretty much understood, but he still pretended to be confused.

"You said you'd leave me your own mark, so... tonight I'll give you my whole body~" Actually, this was the first time Erin had made such a blatant confession. After saying this, she blushed even more, displaying a charming and alluring blush, and looked at him expectantly.

El swallowed hard, then fell into a dilemma.

Honestly, he was happy to receive Eileen's bold and enthusiastic invitation, but it wasn't a good time—once tonight was over, he could do it with his sister.

So now he has two paths before him. One is one he has walked many times, but the road stretches endlessly, and no matter how many times he walks it, he will discover new scenery and feel warmth and joy. The other path is a completely new road that has never been explored before. It is overgrown with weeds, and because no one has set foot on it, it retains its purest beauty and seems even more alluring.

He naturally leans more towards his older sister when it comes to feelings, but seeing Eileen's eyes filled with his reflection, he doesn't want to spoil her mood, much less spoil his own.

Why can't we just put them both on the bed and stack them up like a butt tower?

Ultimately, it's all because he's not strong enough! Sometimes he really hates his powerlessness, unable to beat his sister to her knees in a fair and square fight.

Although he knew that his sister was jealous because she loved him so much, and that receiving her love was a blessing and an honor, her indifferent and cruel attitude towards others was sometimes really a headache.

Sometimes I really wonder if she'll still be jealous of their biological daughter if she gets pregnant in the future?

Al pondered with mixed feelings, reaching out to stroke her long, wavy hair. He felt embarrassed, as he should have been considerate of her feelings, but in the end, he put his own selfish desires first. "Of course I'd love to, but could you wait a few days?"

“Alright, since you’ve said so,” she said softly, without asking for a reason, “I can wait for you, as long as it takes.”

Chapter 19 Food and the Stomach

As the sun set west of the tower, a commotion erupted in the corridor, as usual.

The prison guards greeted each other and began their shift change.

The time off work is usually relaxing and pleasant, but Yi Shuang is an exception because she has to work the night shift tonight.

"Don't always be so oblivious to everyone else, you two idiots," Yi Shuang complained to Ai Lin. "Especially you, you even dragged El along to slack off."

"You should focus on your work!"

Eileen laughed, which was taken as a response.

As El walked behind the two women, he felt a lot of sweat on his back. Because of their intimacy in the office, not only would Yi Shuang complain about him, but his uniform would also be covered in fragrance. He would have to trouble Miss Gwen again when he got home.

He thought of Gwen's convenient cleaning magic, and then he thought of the unfortunate Anna in the cell. Both were prisoners, but the difference was obvious.

Then, El narrowed his eyes. According to convention, if prisoners are made to willingly sign a soul contract, they can be taken out to work or even risk their lives, a practice known as "parole." There is actually a lot of room for manipulation here, such as making criminals chase and kill each other, staging a dog-eat-dog drama.

Slavery did have some redeeming qualities.

As they parted, Eileen embraced Al and kissed him gently, saying, "I'm leaving, my dear."

He was naturally delighted to hear this, and he carried this joy back to Black Claw Castle.

As usual, El saw the maid Gwen. Looking at her slightly thin figure, although her appearance was only considered above average among succubi, she was the kind of person who was very pleasing to the eye.

"Hi, Gwen," he said with a smile, "You look great today. Tell me, how do you look so radiant even in a simple black and white maid outfit?"

The maid smiled too. Although she knew that the master's praise was probably just because he was in a good mood, a slight ripple stirred in her heart. She calmly said, "Sir, if you need my help, please don't hesitate to ask."

As if remembering something, she said, "You haven't eaten for four days. Should I prepare some food for you?"

"I'm not hungry." El waved his hand. Just yesterday, he had absorbed a lot of life force from the Crimson Succubus, enough for him to live without food or water for a long time.

Gwen turned and went to the kitchen. Before long, several dishes were served: fresh fish that had been caught from the river not long ago, sizzling beef coated in honey, freshly baked bread, freshly churned butter, and vegetable soup made with carrots and beets.

These foods weren't conjured out of thin air by Gwen using magic; they were cooked quickly with real ingredients using magic. She could be considered an expert in this field.

For succubi skilled in culinary magic, making human food is not difficult, but these can only be considered delicious snacks at best. Even if they can fill their stomachs, they cannot satisfy the succubi's need for essence and magic power. So the real difficulty is making food that succubi, especially those succubus cubs who have not yet mastered the skill of absorbing essence, can absorb.

It's important to understand that after racial integration, due to human moral standards, bodily fluids, namely reproductive fluids and blood, can no longer be consumed indiscriminately.

Human milk is a good meal replacement, but it was later discovered that the Empire simply did not have enough wet nurses to satisfy the appetites of the succubi, big and small. Thus, cow's milk came into view as an alternative.

Later, the alchemists of the Aetheran Empire developed a kind of "condensed milk" that was almost identical to real human bodily fluids when used to feed babies. As a result, this group of people were also known as "essence alchemists".

The continuous development of animal husbandry and the food industry, while satisfying taste buds, is also reshaping the lifestyles and social relationships of humans and succubi.

It can be said that the history of modern food development is also a history of racial integration between humans and succubi.

……

Al was being served by a maid when he saw Gwen delicately cut the steak with a knife and fork and then lovingly feed it to him. He cooperated perfectly, opening his mouth and taking the piece of meat in one bite.

Traditional aristocrats like to cut off a piece of steak at a time, sipping red wine occasionally, while newly rich bureaucrats often prefer to cut the whole steak before eating it. This is the difference between elegance and efficiency.

Satella arrived gracefully, smiled gently at them, walked to her brother's side, placed her hands on his shoulders, her pink eyes filled with love, gradually revealing a heart, completely dispelling the overwhelming sense of authority that came with her high position.

Sometimes, Satella would go into heat, but she usually didn't say anything.

"Is it good? I'll have a bite too."

With food in his mouth, El gestured to Gwen with his eyes, but she gently shook her head.

Then he saw his sister lean down, her beautiful face getting closer and closer, her red lips pressing tightly against his, sucking, her fragrant tongue prying open his teeth, stirring wantonly, followed by a soft and moist touch, tasting his unique flavor.

El's expression gradually became dazed.

Health Points: 5660/5680 (5460+220)

Energy: 98/100

Finally, Satella slowly pulled away from his lips, her cheeks flushed. "It seems like you've gotten stronger again."

El brought up the old story again and said sweet words, "I'll marry you once I catch up with you."

Satella smiled and said, "Even if I can't catch up with you, I'll still marry you."

El reached out and put his arm around her waist, saying happily, "My sister is my wife, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone."

Satella bit her red lips and lowered her head to laugh at him, "Hehe, you've been saying such cheesy things since we were little..."

"That's why they say where there's a will, there's a way."

She stood there prettily, looking at him, and deliberately pinched his cheek, saying, "Before you got me, you would send me gifts every day and cook delicious food for me. But after you got me, I got nothing, hmm?"

El said seriously, "Sister, could you touch your tummy and repeat what you just said?"

Satella shook her head. "I don't have that kind of belly fat."

"If you don't believe me, let me touch it."

As she spoke, El reached into her impeccably tailored warden uniform, while Satella smiled and let him do as he pleased.

More like a military uniform than a uniform, it features a high collar with double-breasted silver buttons, an extremely narrow waistline, and straight, clean trouser lines. Paired with a leather belt and tall leather boots, as well as the imperial emblem and metal epaulettes, it exudes the dark aesthetics that the succubus loves and pursues.

He gently stroked his sister's lower abdomen, which bore the markings of his own, to prove that she had a so-called "little belly." He caressed and kneaded it slowly, his expression very serious, but the delicate and smooth feel of it was distracting. One moment he felt his sister's well-trained abdominal muscles tighten up, clearly cheating, and the next he saw the lace trim of her white panties peeking out, interfering with the investigation without any shame.

"Isn't this a little belly?"

"This is a stomach pouch, formerly known as a sperm storage pouch, which was specifically used to store El's things."

Chapter 20 The Process of Dining

To clarify, the statement that "the honeypot beneath female succubi is connected to their stomachs" is not a rumor.

From an anatomical perspective, a succubus has four sperm storage cavities: the main stomach for absorption, the uterus for nurturing offspring (which remains closed most of the time, opening only in the presence of a lover or during childbirth), the tail sac for spraying aphrodisiacs (which has limited storage space), and the pyloric vagina, which is a fornix structure.

Generally speaking, succubi do not need to excrete and do not have menstruation, although there are exceptions where they deliberately use urine and menstrual blood for perverse pleasures.

Satella, unusually humorous, finished her teasing remarks to her brother with a straight face, but couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

El snorted, then buried his face in her smooth belly, feeling the heat of the tattoo up close. He kissed and licked her intimately, pushing up her military uniform without taking off her coat or shirt, revealing her full and firm breasts. He also rubbed her buttocks, reached out to pull her belt, and slowly pulled her pants down to her thighs, attacking from both above and below.

Satella didn't resist at all; he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't make her angry.

She said breathlessly, "Touching is allowed, but the punishment isn't over yet, so you're not allowed in."

Punishment is punishment. The more painful it is for him, the deeper the impression. If he doesn't feel pain, it's not considered punishment. Of course, punishing her brother is punishing herself. If the brother is harmed a thousand times, the sister will suffer eight hundred times more.

"Sister, it's already this late, the atmosphere is already this heated, and you're still jealous and nitpicking over trivial things. Just you wait, I'll beat you to a pulp tomorrow!"

El had no choice but to let her sit on the table, hook her fingers around her sister's white lace panties, and slowly pull them down, only to find that they were already soaking wet and glistening.

"Ha, you can suffer by yourself, I'm going to continue eating!"

After saying that, he began to feast on her body, using her plump, soft, yet not bulky, sexy thighs and fleshy mons pubis as a plate, placing the food between her thighs.

Satella realized that without taking off her pants, she couldn't spread her legs properly and could only maintain a very passive posture, her body involuntarily tensing up.

However, deep down she actually enjoyed this sweet torment and shame, and naturally had a strong reaction, unable to help but moan softly, twisting her buttocks in ecstasy. Soon, a puddle of water appeared on the table, smelling faintly of eroticism, and continued to slowly flow down her inner thighs, soaking her shackle-like trousers, as if silently declaring that she was unusually lewd when she was in heat, no longer like a controller, but like a sufferer.

Her submissive and masochistic behavior was a performance deliberately put on for her younger brother.

After El finished eating, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he played with his fork, gently running it across his sister's skin. The metal tines would occasionally touch sensitive areas, as if he were about to pick up a cherry from the cake and put it in his mouth to savor it.

It's coming, it's coming...

Satella was overcome with passion, reaching the peak of her body and mind. Her legs trembled uncontrollably with pleasure, and then, like a wrung-out towel, she released a large amount of clear liquid in an instant. She then wrapped her tail around his waist, and the tip of her tail, which had just been squeezed not long ago, bloomed again, like a flower.

El silently touched his face, and tasted a unique sweet flavor with a slight odor of urine.

Later, he stuffed a piece of bread into the hole with his finger, and added a little butter as lubricant. Nowadays, succubi or human girls often use "giving bread" as a way to express their love. They first stuff the dough into their honey pot or behind, and after the dough has fermented in this warm and comfortable environment, they take it out, make it into their own shape, and give it to the unsuspecting man to taste. After he says "delicious", they lift up their skirts, which are not covered by underwear, and guide him to explore the way of bread.

El delivered the final blow, which at first glance sounded like shameless mockery, but was actually just playful banter between the two: "Sister, look how useless you are, always getting horny, where's your warden demeanor? From now on, you'll just stay at home and be played with by me every day, and then I'll use your gold coins to go find other women..."

But to be honest, El didn't really think that his love for other women conflicted with his love for his sister. When he admired or loved a pure woman and wanted to have a relationship with her, he usually did it. That's just how men are; they only have one heart, but they can give it to many women.

Satella opened her eyes abruptly, her breathing rapid. She felt deeply humiliated, but at the same time knew it wasn't true. "You brat, you really dare to say that."

"Sis, your reaction is so intense."

"Hmph." Satella was unwilling to admit it, but those words had indeed touched some sensitive nerves in her. She reached for her chest and slowly put on her clothes.

"Sister, let's stop here for today. Tomorrow I want to do it with you in prison." There was no coercion in his voice, only a faint expectation.

Satella couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and said, "I'll think about it."

……

As daylight arrived, El inspected the prison cells.

As he walked by, the prisoners became excited. Fortunately, the inmates in the detention center were all new and not as difficult to deal with as the female hooligans in the prison ward—they were even so perverted as to undress and masturbate in front of him, not caring about being whipped until their backs were charred, which was really a headache.