Succubus Prison

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El seemed to have not expected her to fight back so clearly and calmly. To be honest, compared to the slutty succubus who would get wet at the slightest touch, a human woman as beautiful, dignified, generous, and neither humble nor arrogant as her was more fascinating. She would not easily lose herself because of a man's sweet words, nor would she be moved to tears by a little favor.

Unfortunately, the role I'm playing tonight is that of a rich and spoiled young man, Al thought to himself. He stammered, "But all I know is that once a gift is given, it can never be taken back. It's a matter of my reputation!"

Upon hearing this, Catherine's displeasure intensified, but her strong emotional control prevented her from showing any impatience on her face. She simply sighed softly, a sigh tinged with helplessness.

To be honest, she felt she had done more than enough.

“El, I’ll call you that.” Catherine’s voice remained steady, with a hint of reproach. “In my opinion, what truly damages one’s reputation is forcing others to do things against their will and failing to respect a lady’s wishes.”

"It's getting late, and I should go now. I hope that when we meet again, you will be more composed and mature. I look forward to it. Goodbye."

After saying that, she turned to Nina and said, "Goodbye to you too."

Catherine tidied her belongings, zipped up the jewelry clasp on her handbag, and with a soft "click," she turned around deftly and left gracefully, without a trace of lingering affection, leaving El no room to continue entanglement or maneuvering.

This turn, in El's opinion, was the most stunning ending to the entire show tonight.

Recounting her pride, her gentleness, and her strength, one realizes that such a woman, even if kept in the dark, would never be prey to be manipulated. It is precisely because of this that she is worth conquering.

Nina watched her best friend's tall and composed figure as she walked away. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings, including the disappointment of her plan being thwarted, and the secret joy of having her master all tonight.

They returned to their boxes, which were always available even though the show had ended.

Nina took his arm, and because they were so close, her soft breasts naturally pressed against him. Her feigned indifference vanished instantly, replaced by an expression a mixture of excitement, jealousy, and a twisted rage.

She leaned closer, her red lips close to El's ear, her voice low and laced with a sticky affection and blatant provocation: "I thought, given your personality, you would have just rushed up and raped her, like... what you did to me, tearing my skirt and covering my mouth... It just happened not long ago, I really miss that feeling of being conquered by you in an instant, I really want Kate to experience it too."

El paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "Her preferred sex is different from yours." As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Nina's delicate face, then stroked her smooth cheek with his fingertips. "And you, my wanton little maid, you genuinely enjoy being 'raped' by your master, don't you? Because you are inherently base, yearning to be tamed and trained, and I just happened to discover this, which is why I was fortunate enough to have such a top-quality female slave as you."

Nina's face turned pale from the insults in his words, but deep within her body, a stronger shiver ran through her because of his undisguised frankness and naked desire. She was fascinated by the feeling of being completely seen through and completely controlled by him, even if the price was that her noble dignity was trampled underfoot and crushed into mud.

“So… what do you plan to do next, Master?” Nina’s voice was a little hoarse, filled with panting and barely suppressed excitement. “Just as you said, Kate isn’t as easy to tame as I am.”

Al laughed, "Hasn't she already accepted the gift I carefully selected for her?"

As the saying goes, every gift was secretly marked with extra value; it was actually the key to unlocking her body and heart.

As she spoke, El casually pulled out the silk scarf from her neck, revealing the pure gold slave ring on her beautiful neck. She ran her fingertips over the patterns on it, saying, "There's no need to wear it all the time."

If the eldest daughter of a noble marquis were to be discovered as a slave, it would be an absolutely devastating disaster for her and her family. She would lose all her inheritance rights, and the reputation of the Rhine family would be damaged as a result.

Her very existence would become a laughingstock and a negative example for the entire aristocratic class, a complete "social death." Whether it was forced or a degenerate act, it made no difference to the other nobles.

This is naturally something El doesn't want to see.

In contrast, Nina was prepared to die if discovered, which is why she wore the slave collar he gave her when she went out.

At this moment, Nina said in a somewhat stubborn tone, "No! The collar represents the master's affection for the slave. Wearing the collar is like being surrounded by the master's love, so it cannot be taken off."

"So, you want me to love you more? Then I will cherish you."

"Hehe, actually I'd rather be bullied by my master, like having someone step on my head and tell me that I can only be my master's slave for the rest of my life, and that my life is my master's plaything."

That way, you wouldn't have to take responsibility for your own life anymore; you could just obediently follow orders.

"You will be my slave for life. You are just a tool for me to vent my desires, a convenient and easy-to-use sex toy."

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Nina's carefully combed azure hair, and pulled it downwards with controlled force. Nina was forced to bend over in an extremely humiliating position, her head almost touching the cold marble floor.

"Kneel down."

Without the slightest hesitation, Nina immediately knelt down. The icy feeling coming from her knees strangely brought her a strange sense of calm. She obediently maintained this humble posture, her red lips slightly parted, yearning.

El looked down at her, then pressed her pretty face to the ground. After the opera that had been met with thunderous applause, a lovemaking affair themed around the trampling of dignity and humiliation had just begun. Nina trembled and moaned, "Yes, that's it." Then, with a submissive, almost blind devotion, she gave herself to him.

The reflection of the two intertwined figures in the glass window, in this carefully decorated theater that symbolized civilization, they were frantically having sex on the ground like savages.

Chapter 98 The Gathering of Law Enforcers

A few days later, at the Department of Justice building, First Enforcement Officer Milley was listening to Chief Enforcement Officer Gamma share her insights at a routine meeting.

"Recently, many unusual phenomena have appeared in the capital..."

Mirei sat in the middle of the long table, her back straight, her white and gold uniform impeccably tailored.

Her sharp gaze followed Gamma's black-painted fingertips intently, her professional alertness already aroused.

To be honest, she knew that the capital city had been quite turbulent lately. In other words, as the great center of the empire, the capital city had never truly enjoyed peace and tranquility. It had always been a stage coveted by conspirators. Whenever those petty villains thought they had accomplished something in their localities (which was actually a crime), they would eagerly come to the capital city to put on a show, only to be crushed by the iron fists of the law enforcement officers.

But since the superior personally pointed it out at a high-level meeting, it means the seriousness of the problem far exceeds expectations; it's not a minor issue.

"These phenomena are not isolated, but point to two interconnected and extremely dangerous core issues, which I call the Blood God's Revival and the Lustful Gathering."

A subdued murmur of discussion and the soft rustling of bodies filled the meeting room.

But Gamma didn't stop. She raised her hand and pointed, showing several striking photos.

The first image shows a human prostitute lying in a pool of blood, with a blasphemous, twisted infernal creature lying on her abdomen, grinding its teeth and sucking blood. Judging from its remaining horns and bat wings on its back, it should be a succubus transformed, but its most distinctive feature is its skin, which gives the impression that its entire body is flowing with scarlet blood.

"These infernal creatures are not any of those explicitly recorded in the literature. They are more like killing machines born from the enhancement of Crimson Succubi by divine power. They are swift in action, possess strong physical immunity and mental immunity, and most importantly, they seem to also have considerable intelligence and stealth skills, hiding in the sewers of the capital."

Upon hearing this, the female law enforcement officers present all changed their expressions. They were not afraid of sacrifice or bloodshed, but they were extremely afraid of being defiled. If they were not forced to, no one would want to enter the royal city's sewers, could not accept the stench inside, and could not accept their legs being submerged in feces.

Speaking of which, the crisscrossing sewer system of the imperial capital is a magnificent engineering feat. Built on the underground kingdom originally excavated by the kobolds, it completely transformed the once filthy and chaotic state of the capital's streets, which were filled with all kinds of garbage and excrement. All rainwater and sewage can now be discharged into sewers large enough to accommodate a giant monster.

Now, it is inhabited by countless "coprophagite slimes" responsible for cleaning. Over the years, a "coprophagite king" may have even emerged from among them. Imagine, countless moving clumps of feces gathered together, the scene is truly filthy and unacceptable to any normal person.

Getting back to the point, Gamma continued her narration. Compared to the previous photo, which was full of blood and violence, the next photo seemed rather ordinary, as if it had been secretly captured using a photographic crystal.

In what appeared to be an ordinary banquet scene, the place was crowded with elegantly dressed women wearing masks. Their faces were a mixture of ecstasy, pain, and extreme intoxication, as if an invisible, ever-expanding purple wave enveloped them.

“A lustful gathering,” Gamma said in a deep voice. “This is a secret society that has only recently become active in the capital. So far, they have held two so-called ‘sensory feasts,’ with the organizers promising that all participants will experience ‘ultimate pleasure’ and ‘a connection that transcends the physical.’ Although we haven’t found any evidence of group sex, it is clear that they have mastered some special methods. Based on the feedback from our informants, we initially suspect that they are creating erotic dreams using mind magic.”

Mirei keenly noticed a detail: beneath the fanatical expressions of the masked participants, there seemed to be a hint of purple light deep in their pupils.

Purple is the sacred color of lust, one of the seven deadly sins.

Gamma surveyed the room with piercing eyes: "Normally, such debauched parties shouldn't be managed by elites like you, but Her Highness the Princess has specifically ordered a thorough investigation of all lewd activities related to lust within the capital. Therefore, we must take this seriously."

“Furthermore, I believe that the high degree of overlap in the locations where these two activities take place is no coincidence.” Gamma continued to zoom in on the second photo, and in the hidden corner in the lower left corner, a succubus wearing a hood appeared. Although she was looking down and her face was not visible, a wisp of red hair hanging down from her collar was particularly eye-catching.

"Since the existence of a suspected Crimson Succubus has been discovered, we must make full assumptions and boldly suspect that the number of Crimson Succubi is not large! Combined with the heinous acts of the criminals Eliza and her gang in hunting down and bleeding out those of noble blood, we have reasonable grounds to suspect that the organizers of the Lust Gathering may have joined forces with the Blood Order. This move itself is to collect suitable sacrifices for the resurrection of the Blood God."

Mire felt a chill run down her spine. Those bloodthirsty guys had actually learned to use the most primal desires as bait. This was definitely not normal. Who taught them this?

“This is not just a matter of public order, folks,” Gamma said firmly. “This is a conspiracy by the opposition against the Empire. If we cannot catch the criminals in time as we used to, and if we let them continue, evil will spread like a plague, corrupting more citizens, creating more monsters, and eventually forming a disaster that we cannot control.”

Her hands rested on the conference table, her body leaning slightly forward, her tone exuding an undeniable sense of authority: "I hereby announce the commencement of the highest-level investigation procedure, codenamed 'Operation Purification,' Officer Millie." She then addressed him by name.

“Yes, Chief!” Mirei immediately stood up, her posture as upright as a pine tree.

"Given your outstanding past performance, you are appointed as the leader of 'Operation Purification'. You have the authority to deploy law enforcement teams and all necessary resources. Your primary task is to locate the source of the 'Lustful Gathering,' determine whether it is connected to the 'Scarlet Succubus,' and completely destroy it!"

"Those big shots at the top, if they want to know who's pulling the strings behind all this, they want to see them alive or dead. Do you understand?"

“Understood, Chief! Mission accomplished!” Millie’s voice was clear and firm. As an imperial enforcer, she was not afraid of any challenge. But at this moment, the expressions of the participants in the lustful gathering suddenly appeared in her mind, and a question lingered: Did those people know their own situation? Were they deceived victims, or... willing accomplices?

Who exactly is the mastermind behind this, capable of manipulating and utilizing primal desires so perfectly?

Chapter 99 Hound Showdown

As night falls, countless morning stars adorn the dark sky.

Due to recent sightings of a "blood beast" near the capital, which has already brutally murdered a prostitute, citizens have been warned to avoid going out at night unless absolutely necessary during this dangerous period.

In an abandoned mine shaft located in an old mining area, even the moon goddess is reluctant to visit this place.

The gods who were keeping an eye on El's situation all cast their gazes down.

El was wearing a black cloak and a riding outfit that allowed him to move around easily. He was not alone; Eliza, Nala, and Number Eleven were following behind him.

As for why they were here, that's a long story.

Not long ago, El, who was practicing the ideology of lust in his daily life, received a strange divine revelation—

You have stolen my bloodline and defiled the Crimson Covenant.

Since you have been given the name "hunting dog," then use your "false dog" to fight against my "family."

With blood as proof and fire as the bond, the duel of the hounds begins.

This is the "Scarlet Trial".

……

The oracle appeared directly in El's mind. The Crimson Mother finally responded to Eliza and the others' betrayal, but her punishment was not to bring down destruction directly. Instead, she started a cruel "game" in a superior way.

She will use the Bloodhounds, a private army created by El by stealing from her followers, to fight against the Crimson Beasts under her command. This is not a simple hunt, but a trial.

As a former blood priestess, Eliza easily slew the blood beast that was her assigned to, and thus received the Blood Blessing, which enhanced her strength.

Since it is a trial, rewards and punishments will naturally be given according to the participants' performance.

In response, Eliza simply commented calmly, "The Mother Goddess only craves blood; she doesn't care where the wounds come from."

At this moment, amidst the thick stench of blood filling the air, a ferocious figure slowly materialized at the end of the mine—a creature from purgatory, or rather, the Blood God's beloved hound, the Blood Beast, Chupacabra.

The blood beast before them was a modified version of a normal scarlet succubus. It was slightly larger than a normal succubus, but its limbs had been transformed into a posture more suitable for climbing and ambushing. The mimic scales that originally covered its body had been transformed into scarlet scales. Its eyes emitted an ominous red light. It continuously emitted low, threatening growls from deep within its throat, and with each breath, it exhaled the stench of sulfur and rotting internal organs from its nostrils.

Strangely enough, the smell of sulfur is to succubi in the new era what the smell of paint is to humans—some like it, some don't.

"It seems this is my opponent."

Nara stepped forward, tossing aside her cloak. Her upper body was the dancer's outfit she usually wore, revealing her navel and slender waist. She paired it with shorts that barely covered her peach-shaped buttocks. She then summoned her scythe and assumed a fighting stance. The blood beast let out a deafening roar, a sound that seemed to tear eardrums apart, filled with endless rage towards the traitor.

"Quiet down, you beast!" Nara's voice was low and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Just as she was about to unleash the Bloodflame Blade, El said to her, "If possible, try not to kill her. I'm going to try and see if I can turn her back."

"Yes, Master." Nara agreed, but in the instant she spoke, the blood beast charged forward. Its movements were exceptionally swift, rushing forward like a cheetah, turning into a scarlet afterimage. Nara raised her sharp blood scythe and slashed at the scales, sparks flying everywhere, but only a few shallow white marks remained!

Clearly, this blood beast has enhanced its defenses in response to her weapons and fighting style!

Nara sneered, using her agile footwork to dodge the attack, and circled around to the side of the blood beast. Her sharp scythe, with a piercing sound as it tore through the air, fiercely attacked the relatively weak joints of the blood beast.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

"Ooh..." The blood beast felt intense pain, which made its scales stand up and let out a miserable whimper.

"It's all over!" Nara shouted, then swung her scythe.

……

Leaving the post-battle cleanup and blood removal to them, El stepped forward alone to examine the blood beast whose limbs had been severed by Nara and which was now almost harmless. Surprisingly, it had not died from blood loss; the blood in its body seemed to flow endlessly.

El sighed softly. Ever since he learned that these blood beasts were originally succubi, he had felt a chill run down his spine.

This whole affair started because of him. To prevent these monsters from harming innocent people again, he led the Crimson Guard to fight them. After several days, this was only the second blood beast they found. According to the principle of one-to-one correspondence, there are still fifteen such monsters to deal with.

To mitigate the impact of the incident, a swift resolution is necessary.

So he went to the blood beast, ignoring its pain and resistance, and stretched out his hand, palm down. The power of lust began to operate, and a complex magic circle radiating purple light began to appear and rotate in his palm. This was not an aphrodisiac magic, but the most blasphemous body modification magic in the lust magic system.

"Since we are the losers," El's voice was calm, "then everything should rightfully belong to the victors. Join us and become a member of the Bloodlust Cult."

As he spoke, the magic circle in his palm suddenly expanded, and the purple light shone brightly, instantly enveloping the blood beast's body. The powerful and irreversible laws transformed into surging magic, reversing and reshaping the twisted flesh!

The body is forcibly stretched and twisted like clay until it returns to its original state. This process is naturally full of pain, but the effect is also visibly good. A blurry female silhouette takes shape as she struggles in pain.

The light dissipated.

What lay on the ground was no longer a blood beast, but a naked, wounded, and dying scarlet succubus.

Her skin was pale from blood loss, and where her limbs used to be, only clean wounds from being severed at the root remained, still bleeding. Clearly, the wounds from the previous battle could not be healed due to a lack of materials.

So El ordered Number Eleven to retrieve her severed limb. For someone who was adept at manipulating women's bodies, reattaching a severed limb was a trivial matter.

The tricky part is that her eyes are tightly closed, her breath is so faint it's like a thread, and the flame of her life seems to be extinguished at any moment. Only her slightly heaving, high-rising chest proves that she is still alive.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After being transformed into a blood beast to fight, and then forcibly taken from the Crimson Mother by him using his authority, he has endured the torment of double physical transformation. It's already a testament to his resilient soul that he didn't die.

El looked down at the wretched body, unfastened his cloak, bent down, and wrapped her blood- and dust-covered form.

“Don’t rush to die, you sinful wretch,” El said softly, without any pity in his eyes. “Your journey of redemption has only just begun.”

"Besides, don't you want to take revenge on the arrogant god who held this 'trial' and turned you into this miserable state? I will heal you, and all you need to do is give me your life and soul, and I will make the most of it."

"I...am...willing..."

"So, deal's done."

He held her in his arms, and together with Eliza and the others, they disappeared step by step into the deep night.