Succubus Prison

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She is now the clerk Hisska.

She swayed her rather thick tail, which was rather thicker than that of a typical succubus, as she followed El's steps. "Sir, as we agreed, when are you going to teach me magic?"

“Now I’ll teach you,” El replied with a smile, then asked, “How long has it been since you last masturbated?”

When this topic came up, she couldn't help but blush and feel shy, her cheeks puffed up with anger, "From the day you gave the order!"

“That should be enough for you,” El continued. In fact, the principle of lust-based magic is very simple. The underlying logic is to transform the primal desires and impulses of a living being into controllable magical energy. However, because it is part of the Seven Deadly Sins magic system, it involves things like mind control, sensory manipulation, and psychological addiction, and has always been strictly controlled.

They then went to a training room.

“Hiska, do you see that sandbag?” El’s voice was deep and magnetic. “Now, feel the unfulfilled desires within you, and recall how many nights you’ve felt the shivers as your fingertips rubbed against your genitals.”

Hisska closed her eyes, forcing herself to ignore his sexual harassment and trying to feel it as he had instructed. But soon, fragments of her past masturbation came flooding back: a rapid heartbeat, suppressed breathing, the burning sensation of skin yearning for touch, and the ecstasy of the moment after satisfaction. It was these lustful emotions that formed the "echo of pleasure."

Al continued to guide her, “Very good, face it, use it, imagine you are now a black hole that can never be filled, opening up and creating suction.”

She bit her lower lip and concentrated. In an instant, the mana floating in the air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, rushing toward her. She no longer felt empty and unsatisfied, but rather a strange sense of fullness.

"Now, release it."

Hisska suddenly opened her eyes, a strange pinkish-purple light flashing deep within her beautiful pupils.

She raised her right hand, her fingers spread and trembling slightly. At the tip of her index finger, Mana began to twist and spin. There was no blazing fire or icy frost, but instead a ball of pure pink energy, occasionally tinged with an alluring deep purple. Hisska took a deep breath, suppressing the strange pleasure that almost made her groan from her fingertips, and forcefully swung her arm, launching the "Lust Magic Bullet".

It silently collided with the training sandbag without exploding. At the moment of contact, it made a slight "sizzling" sound, not burning, but as if it were slowly dissolved by some kind of strong acid. At the same time, an indescribable smell mixed with an extremely sweet aroma filled the training room.

El smiled with satisfaction. "Well done, you succeeded on the first try. The magic bullet will exhibit various interesting states depending on the person. It seems that the nature of your magic is dark attribute 'corrosion'."

Hisska stood there, her fingertips still tingling with the afterglow of the magic and a strange, unsettling pleasure. She subconsciously moved the officer that had just been wielded with lustful magic, and asked, blushing, "Sir, is it normal for me to feel pleasure during combat?"

This is like, who has a mage fighting with a vibrating egg between their legs?!

Chapter 95 The Slave's Best Friend

El laughed, his tone slightly unusual, "That just means you're a born slut."

Faced with his merciless humiliation, Hisska did not feel disgusted. Instead, she let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing slightly, and she tried to defend herself, "No, that's not it."

Ugh, they deliberately bullied me, they have such bad intentions...

Hisska's reaction at this moment was like that of a lovestruck teenage girl who was upset by her boyfriend's teasing.

But Al had no intention of continuing to flirt with her; there were many other things to deal with than romance.

Night quietly fell. El, arm in arm with Nina, walked naturally into the Royal Opera House. She wore a silk scarf around her beautiful neck to cover her slave collar. Holding her master's hand, she led him into the second floor of the theater to the pre-booked box. The moment the door closed, she couldn't wait to stand on tiptoe and gently kiss his lips.

With no outsiders to disturb them, he and Nina chatted without any worries. His hand caressed her thigh through the hem of her dark blue skirt, and his nostrils were filled with her alluring fragrance.

He teased, "Does the silk slave miss her master that much?"

"How dare you say that? It's all Master's fault that I've become like this." Her face flushed red as she whispered, "Only when I'm with Master do I feel truly alive. My sole purpose in existing is to satisfy Master..."

However, for the sake of her master's plan, she could only endure it for a while.

Suddenly, the lights went out, the velvet curtains on the stage slid open to the sides, and a spotlight descended, illuminating the set—a replica of the castle's interior garden, complete with classic arches, rose bushes, and fountains.

Next, the lead actress of the play appeared on stage, wearing an emerald green brocade gown with gold-embroidered broom flowers that stretched from her waist to the hem of her dress, while intricate lace layered from her neckline all the way to her chest.

Her entrance was not by walking, but rather by drifting.

As the music began, the moving singing suddenly broke the silence.

Nina whispered to El that among all her close friends, the one with the noblest status was Catherine, the daughter of a prince. Her father was the famous Prince Plantagenet, a legitimate descendant of the human empire. Because of his dissolute behavior, he traveled all over the world and usually only returned home once every six months. At that time, only she and her mother were at home. To avoid suspicion, they did not even hire male servants. Such a lady was very clean.

"You want me to possess her?" El asked bluntly.

It's funny how the social circles of the nobility are. Once Nina was under control, she immediately found another good friend. Is that what you call being willing to share?

"Yes, that's my personal reason, because she's better than me, which makes me feel embarrassed."

El laughed, "I like your honesty, my lovely little viper. You're such a bad woman."

Nina scoffed, "If we're being honest, your master's husband is the real viper."

On stage, Catherine's singing was getting better and better, and the audience listened attentively. Just then, Nina took the initiative to spread her legs and moved Al's hand between her thighs.

"I'll take you to see her in a bit, but we have some time before that."

"Aren't you afraid your friend will smell it and you'll embarrass yourself even more in front of her?"

"I want her to know!"

In the darkness, Nina asked him to lift her skirt and run his hand up her smooth stockings, gently kneading her sensitive inner thigh.

"what……"

All that could be heard was a relaxed groan from her, "I feel like I've been poisoned..."

As El went deeper, Nina shifted her body, adjusting herself into a comfortable position in his arms. She grasped his wrist, guiding his fingers inside her slightly damp panties.

"You've been planning to do this for a long time?" El asked softly, his fingers stroking her intimate area.

Nina readily admitted, "Yes, I couldn't help but want to destroy her a long time ago. I know I'm perverted and have psychological problems." As she spoke, her body trembled slightly, and she felt the erotic markings on her lower abdomen being activated, as if a warm current was flowing through her. "So becoming a slave and letting my master control me, giving everything to him, is actually a reward for me. As a slave, all decisions are made by the master. Now, the slave only needs to follow the master's wishes, while the master has to consider many things."

Al sighed softly, "This is probably due to too much psychological stress in the past."

“It doesn’t matter anymore. At least I’m happy now. The most wanton silk slave begs her master to take out her precious thing,” Nina said softly. “Let me suck yours.”

So El unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down to her knees. She knelt on the ground and swallowed him in the darkness. Her smooth, deep blue hair covered her thighs, tickling her. El enjoyed the service of her wet, hot lips and tongue. It was such a gentle tongue. At the same time, he gently stroked the back of her head with his hand. Finally, he ejaculated in her mouth. At this time, the opera was coming to an end, but there was still some time for Nina to lick him clean repeatedly.

"That was wonderful," Nina murmured, burying her face in his breath and inhaling deeply. Her cheeks flushed red, as if she hadn't had enough. Then she pulled her panties, which were soaked with love juice, out of her stockings and stuffed them into El's shirt pocket. At first glance, they looked like a piece of silk.

……

The performance concluded perfectly amidst deafening cheers and applause.

Catherine finally breathed a sigh of relief, shedding the burden of being a singer. In the narrow backstage passage filled with the scents of cosmetics, sweat, and girls, she transformed back into the descendant of the fallen kingdom. To be honest, her bloodline was no longer pure. Over the centuries, there had always been dissolute young men who had slept with succubi and had children, resulting in the blood of the usurper being mixed into the Plantagenet family. The disappearance of her black hair was the best proof of this.

Nina was already waiting for her, leaning against the huge, gold-rimmed dressing mirror, her expression languid, like a well-fed cat. Beside her, El stood quietly, his gaze filled with just the right amount of admiration and amazement—to be honest, his acting skills had never been entirely natural, but at least they had a certain artistry that seemed to have been carefully rehearsed.

“My dear Kate, it’s been a long time since I last spoke.” Nina stepped forward, addressing her by her affectionate nickname. Her voice, devoid of the lewdness she had displayed in the private box, now held only the elegant composure of a nobleman. Then, with a hint of malice, she pressed her lips, still wet with the taste of a penis, against Catherine’s cheek. “Your singing is still as beautiful as ever, captivating all the audience.” Her eyes flickered as she looked at El beside her. “Please allow me to introduce you to El, the youngest son of the Viscount Lorraine, a knight-errant. He has long admired your talent.”

At the opportune moment, Al bowed respectfully, his gaze landing precisely on Catherine's gentle face. As if by magic, he presented her with a bouquet of deep red roses, praising, "Madam, your singing voice makes the stars pale in comparison, and even goddesses turn their heads in admiration."

Catherine accepted the bouquet with a reserved air, her eyes displaying a cold indifference that seemed to know everything. She had seen plenty of suitors like this; what were a mere viscount's child compared to him?

However, this time, out of respect for Nina, they won't let things get too ugly.

However, as she looked down at the overly perfect bouquet of roses, whose thorns had been carefully removed, she suddenly felt her heart pounding.

Is it a heart condition? Or is it because of his hair color?

"Thank you." She shook her head gently, concealing her feelings. "Your praise, like the fragrance of this rose, is too strong. I don't really like it."

The air suddenly turned cold, and Nina's smile froze for a moment. "Don't be so disrespectful, Kate."

Catherine sighed softly, "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom first."

Watching her receding figure, Nina maintained a polite smile, but gritted her teeth, "What a good actress!"

El found it all laughable. To be honest, even he, a lustful man, wasn't as extreme as Nina. A fair-skinned, beautiful girl, upon seeing him, was expected to immediately remove her skirt, stick out her buttocks, and offer her virginity; any slight disrespect was seen as a pretentious act.

If this were a script, Nina would definitely be a villainous supporting character who is born to antagonize the female lead.

Nina clicked her tongue. "Looks like she messed up. She probably won't be back tonight."

"Did it get smashed?" El laughed. "I feel like the game has only just begun."

Chapter 96 Those who wish take the bait

Catherine

[Gender: Female]

[Race: Human]

[Level: Lv.21]

[Affection Level: Friendly]

El's confidence stemmed from this: the moment Catherine accepted the [Confession Bouquet], her favorability rating shifted from indifference to friendliness. As long as he didn't do anything malicious, it would be difficult for her favorability rating to drop back down.

Meanwhile, in the other bathroom, Catherine stood in front of the mirror, washing her hands and touching up her makeup. She didn't think much of the popular cosmetics on the market and always made her own foundation.

Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she is also very knowledgeable. In addition to being a singer, she has another identity—a perfumer. She once wrote a book on medicine and cosmetics, teaching people how to use flowers and herbs for aromatherapy, beauty and health care, and mood enhancement.

On a side note, in the Empire's current academic field, in stark contrast to the highly developed academic research in science and physics among magic students, the development of basic human sciences such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry has stagnated.

The common people's cosmetics were still at the stage of applying a mixture of egg white, lemon, and grape vinegar to their faces. As for the essential oils and creams commonly used by nobles, their prices were even higher than gold, making them unattainable for ordinary people.

Women's love of beauty has existed since ancient times. Legend has it that in the city-state era, the first woman to use fragrance was named Nicola. People followed her example and began to use and invent various fragrances, which was the prototype of perfume. Later, she became the goddess of fragrance.

In fact, she is not only the guardian of perfume and the goddess of fragrance, but also the guardian of "family".

Therefore, during the Great Plague, some women would light scented candles made of essential oils at home and pray to the goddess for their husbands.

Catherine worshipped this somewhat obscure goddess with low divine power, which shows that she was actually a very traditional woman who longed for a harmonious and happy family.

When Catherine returned backstage, El and Nina were still there. The future Marquis was chuckling softly, while the knight-honored knight leaned forward slightly, adopting a gentlemanly posture of listening. However, she had no idea that the roles of this seemingly noble lady and knight were actually reversed—the knight was the master, and the lady was the slave.

Then she noticed that El's gaze had drawn to her the moment she appeared, and a smile appeared on his lips.

They had been making a bet before, betting whether she would come back or just leave without saying goodbye.

“Ah, our nightingale is back.” Nina’s tone was light, but there was no smile in her eyes. She had lost a bet, and although she was willing to accept defeat, she felt very unhappy. She said casually, “Your admirer is sharing his admiration for you with me.”

She subtly steered the conversation toward love, as if pressuring her to give a direct answer.

Helpless, El had no choice but to step forward and play along with her act, his tone somewhat deliberate as he complimented, "Excuse my bluntness, but your performance tonight was truly spectacular."

Catherine did not respond immediately. She walked to the opposite side of them, crossed her arms demurely, and the magic chandelier on the ceiling cast the three shadows on the ground in a distorted and intertwined manner.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Mr. El... I have a very good memory. I can remember almost every audience member at concerts and theaters. But before tonight, I had never seen you in this grand theater. Your understanding of opera is probably limited to my beauty, isn't it?" She deliberately emphasized her tone, pointing out his thoughts and hoping that he would back down.

El was slightly surprised. Sure enough, one should not underestimate a beautiful woman. Just like when he was a child, he peeked at his sister taking a bath through the keyhole, thinking he was being foolproof, but little did he know that his sister had already discovered it, but just didn't say anything.

He was not only in a dilemma—how should he proceed with the performance?—but he also couldn't stop to carefully consider what to say next.

Thinking about his persona, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a shy smile: "Actually, I just graduated from the Knight Academy this year. I will definitely make up for the tickets I owe over the years."

Upon hearing this, Catherine's perfect defenses instantly cracked slightly, and she subtly covered her ample chest. These kids these days are really something else; they're so young yet already know how to flirt.

Or perhaps it should be said that sincerity is the best weapon.

Nina's soft laughter suddenly broke the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. To be honest, she was really a little jealous. Compared to when her master took her in, he didn't care about anything and just ruthlessly forced his way in. Although she was into that kind of thing... why did Catherine get the master's praise and tenderness?

“Kate, you’re always so stern. You’re scaring our lovely knight. He’s just admiring you, what’s wrong with that?”

"Did I scare him?" she repeated softly, a slightly mocking smile playing on her lips. "No, dear Nina, I'm just curious... when did you suddenly become so interested in a man? Don't try to fob me off with some nonsense. I want to hear your honest opinion! Otherwise, let's stop contacting each other and let our friendship end here."

“Okay, Kate, I admit, he did offer me something I couldn’t refuse.” Nina suddenly turned to Al, her tone turning somewhat cold. “You’ve seen it yourself, I’ve tried my best to put in a good word for you.”

What kind of plot development is this?

El chuckled, unsure whether to accept or not, and stood there somewhat awkwardly.

Catherine scoffed, as if looking down on Nina's hypocrisy and opportunism. She glanced at El and then said, "Thank you for your love and your flowers. The opera is over tonight, and so is this farce. I'll make sure Nina returns the money to you."

El nodded slightly, then instantly realized, "Should I give a more reaction?" So he clenched his fists, lowered his head, and used this performance to convey his emotions, "No need, you're humiliating me."

Catherine sighed silently. Fool, you can't even tell who's truly good to you. If I really wanted to humiliate you, why would I risk offending Nina to help you?

“Ms. Catherine,” his voice deepened, “no matter how much I admire you, you shouldn’t interfere in my relationship with Miss Nina. The gold sols and gifts I gave her, regardless of their amount or value, were my heartfelt thanks for introducing us, and also my way of expressing my affection for you. It’s not that I lack those gold coins; my choice to use them here not only represents my appreciation for you but also reflects my respect for Miss Nina’s friendship. Your casual remark, ‘Give them all back,’ not only negates my intentions but also erases Miss Nina’s contributions.”

These words were so grating to Catherine's ears. She realized that her good intentions had been interpreted so poorly, and a strong sense of indignation and resentment welled up inside her. Fool, idiot! Aren't you my suitor? Why are you giving Nina, that bastard, a gift? Does she really consider you a friend? She just sees you as a wallet!

I shouldn't have meddled! Go to hell.

She was so angry she felt a tightness in her chest, but Al suddenly got into character, saying, "I know that in your eyes I must be a fool who has so much money he could throw it away, but dear lady, I want to tell you that sometimes, the world is... much simpler than you think."

“I… never mind, that was too abrupt. Besides, I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight. I’m sorry to have upset you. Please allow me to say goodbye. Let’s go, Miss Nina.”

“Wait a minute!” Catherine blurted out.

Chapter 97 Savage Beauty

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and tried her best to suppress the displeasure rising in her heart. Her pretty face still maintained a proper expression, and her gaze met El's calm and frank expression.

"Please listen to me calmly. I need to clarify a few things. First, I have no intention of sowing discord between you two." Her tone carried an undeniable seriousness. "Second, things have escalated to this point by no means my intention. Perhaps my tone was harsh and caused you to misunderstand. I don't think I meant to humiliate you. As for your sincerity and affection, I have already felt it, and I am truly grateful to you. That's why I don't want this relationship to become a burden for you, or to degenerate into a transaction."

Catherine's words showed him sufficient respect while subtly explaining her position and attitude.