Succubus Prison

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After being fully expanded with professional equipment, before he could even see clearly, a stream of scarlet liquid splattered onto his face and seeped into his eyes.

Elton immediately felt a strong bloodlust. He was startled and quickly suppressed the urge to kill. Seeing that a Bloodlust Frenzy debuff had appeared on his status bar, he took out several potions and drank them down to dispel the negative status. His rationality gradually returned to normal.

Seeing this, his colleagues all gathered around. Al shouted, "Don't come any closer! Stay away from me! And whatever you do, don't touch the blood on the ground! It'll drive you crazy!"

"I can handle this myself! Everyone, please be careful!"

Freya's attention was also drawn to the scene. When she saw that El had been attacked by a prisoner, she was furious. If this hadn't been discovered in time, it would have likely caused a riot in the prison.

She raised her hand and unleashed a psychic blast, knocking Eliza unconscious on the examination table.

"You treacherous and vicious bitch! Throw her in solitary confinement and keep her locked up until she rots!"

Al was immediately taken to the prison hospital, where several prison doctors began to examine him. They gently placed a stethoscope on his chest, checked his physical data, and examined his pupils for infection. They quickly confirmed that it was Scarlet Fever, a blood plague that could drive surrounding creatures into a bloodthirsty frenzy when it flared up.

"Fortunately, you have a strong will and handled the situation promptly," said a stern-faced chief physician, a succubus. "Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Can I go back now?"

El shrank back, avoiding the touches coming from all directions.

Being surrounded by a group of older female doctors and nurses in white coats with my bare bottom exposed, treated like a rare species, looked at, pinched, and touched, and manipulated for a long time, only I know what that feeling was like.

One female doctor even joked that she would give him a sexual function test, which is completely beyond the scope of a doctor's examination.

Another doctor, who had a particularly gentle demeanor, said, "I suggest you stay here and be observed for a few more days."

"I heard that the women of the Blood Mother Cult are all crazy and cruel. It's true, they even have Crimson Eggs hidden in places like their anuses."

"If you ask me, we should chop them up and examine them."

"This time they even arrested a nurse who committed murder; the impact is absolutely terrible."

The other doctors and succubi were chatting.

In a sense, their work is even less demanding than that of the detention center. They usually only need to work between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m., without having to work night shifts or directly manage prisoners. Their job is simply to treat their colleagues. As long as the prisoners don't die, even if they are seriously injured, the guards will just let them tough it out and won't bother to send them to the hospital.

"How is this going?"

Just then, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed down the corridor, followed by Satella's suppressed anger; she had rushed over immediately upon receiving the news.

The doctors and succubi abruptly stopped talking, as if their throats had been grabbed out of thin air, and they wisely made way for each other.

"Sir, please calm down. The patient is in good condition and has not been affected mentally," the head of the medical department reported.

Her eyes darkened, and she pointed to the door, "Get out, all of you!"

After shooing the doctors away, Satella brought her delicate face close to her younger brother's, observing him closely, and said with a hint of resentment, "How could you be so careless, hmm?"

Actually, she didn't mean to blame her younger brother; she felt sorry for him.

El watched her sister quietly, thinking that when she fought with the prisoner who was suppressed to the fifth level last time, her sister didn't say anything. It seemed that there was really no danger that time. But this time, things were beyond her control.

To avoid worrying his sister, he said nonchalantly, "No one could have predicted this would happen, but it's a good thing I went up this time, otherwise things would have been even more complicated. Sister, don't scold me, and don't take it out on the warden and the others... You can't give me special treatment just because I'm your brother, can you? When something difficult happens, should the daughter of a commoner go first, or the daughter of a merchant?"

"Hmph, you can talk back ten times when I say two words to you." Satella glared at him and said irritably, "You have no idea how worried your sister is."

Chapter 56 Why aren't you moving?

That's how family is; they may be lecturing each other, but they always reserve the softest spot for one another in their hearts.

It's heartwarming to be cared for like this, even though it can sometimes feel a bit stressful.

“But didn’t you go through the same thing, sister?” El took her hand, looked at it, and gently kissed it. “I remember when I was only seven or eight years old, a prisoner bit your finger once, and half a fingernail’s worth of flesh was bitten off. I was so heartbroken… And what I’m going through now is just the same path you came from.”

Upon hearing this, Satella recalled how familiar the scene was: back then, a prisoner was extremely uncooperative, struggling and twisting wildly even after she had pinned him down. Just as she was about to handcuff him, he suddenly attacked, opening his mouth and biting her finger, drawing blood immediately.

Back then, she was very young and naive. She had just started working and was about the same age as her younger brother now, or even two years younger. She was still a virgin succubus and would blush and feel shy even when she heard prisoners masturbating at work.

She has not yet been chosen by the power of sin to become the glorious holder of "jealousy," nor has she ever betrayed her teacher who greatly valued and loved her...

Youthful years have flown by like water, never to return. Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet it feels like yesterday.

Satella didn't reply, but gently held her younger brother in her arms and softly licked the eye where blood had splattered.

The journey wasn't particularly arduous, but without him, I wouldn't know what the point of all this effort would be.

After a moment of silence, she said, "If you have to go through the same hardships my sister went through, then what about all the suffering I've endured over the years?"

"Consider it a valuable asset?"

Satella snorted and casually pinched his ear.

El pleaded for mercy, noticing that his sister had calmed down and was in a good mood, so he simply began to explain his plan, hesitatingly saying, "Sister, I've made up my mind. I want to use those scarlet succubi as test subjects."

Satella frowned immediately upon hearing this and rejected his request without hesitation, "No way!"

“Sister, I assure you, this is absolutely not a reckless act. First, the Crimson Succubi can't control the flow of my blood; their innate abilities are already mostly useless. Second, they may also carry Crimson Frenzy, which would be very dangerous if it spreads, but it happens to be harmless to me, as has already been proven…”

"I said no, and that's final," Satella thought to herself, deciding she might as well just kill those bitches on the spot.

After a long time of pleading and cajoling with his sister, El's attitude remained firm. Feeling helpless, he finally stood his ground and lewdly commanded, "If this won't work, and that won't work, then sister, take off your clothes and lie on the bed, raise your legs above your head, and I'm going to fuck you to death right here!"

"El, don't go too far! You actually plan to make your sister stay here with you? There are succubi outside, what if they find out..."

Although Satella pretended to be reluctant, her hands had already obediently started to pull down her pants, revealing her long, smooth legs. Then, as he had instructed, she struck a shameful pose, using her hands to spread her two beautiful long legs, raising them high above her head, her entire body forming a V-shape, which she maintained, exposing the beautiful scenery to her brother's eyes. Her already dripping honey hole opened and closed as if expecting penetration.

El immediately pressed down on her, raping his sister and having intercourse with her. He felt the tenderness and sweetness of his beautiful yet unreasonable warden sister, the perfect tightness and closeness, and he would never get tired of it no matter how many times he tasted it. She was truly a natural treasure.

Moreover, she was wearing a uniform on her upper body and naked on her lower body, creating a strong visual contrast and a uniform allure that she herself was probably unaware of.

He seized the opportunity to ask, "Sister, will you agree? Will you agree?"

"Hmm... No, I won't agree. You can play however you want, do whatever you want, but you're not allowed to put yourself in a dangerous situation."

El slapped her big, white buttocks with a displeased look. "Too bad, wrong answer!"

He became increasingly unrestrained, and in the midst of the storm, Satella became more and more aroused, letting her brother play with her body. Even so, she still bit her lip to endure it, not letting herself moan out loud. Looking at her eyes, which were filled with excitement mixed with humiliation, El shook his head helplessly. It seemed that his sister had made up her mind. Even if her lower body was played with to a mess, or even if she was completely ruined by him, she would not allow him to take the risk.

"Never mind, it was my fault. I don't think this is right."

After he finished speaking, he pulled away, but his sister was kicked in the buttocks with the back of her foot.

Satella brought her legs together, curling up gracefully, and said angrily, "It's always the same since we were little! You just arouse my desire and then easily blackmail me, you little rascal, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Seeing that his plan had been exposed, El put his hands on his hips and smiled, "Whether it's a new trick or an old trick, as long as it works, that's all that matters."

Ultimately, Satella had to compromise under her brother's oppressive power, but she made three conditions for him: first, he must inform her in advance of any experiment he conducts; second, he must be accompanied by someone of the rank of warden, or at least a fifth-order succubus; and third, he must report on the progress regularly, and she can stop the experiment at any time if it is not going well.

……

At this very moment, outside the ward, a group of anxious succubi were wandering helplessly. The doctor succubi were whispering to each other, their expressions becoming increasingly ambiguous.

Eileen squatted down against the wall, hugging her knees in frustration. Yi Shuang stood beside her, stroking her hair to comfort her with a sense of sympathy. Freya's expression was also not good. Besides worrying about El, she was more worried about whether the warden would take his anger out on her and hold her accountable.

Among El's few friends, Gloria was the last to visit him. Because the incident happened so suddenly, she was also unprepared. When she saw the scene, everyone looked solemn and their hearts skipped a beat, mistakenly thinking that El was lying inside being resuscitated.

She yelled, "Damn it!"

"Shh, Leah, keep your voice down." The succubus chief jogged over and covered her mouth from behind with her hand. "Calm down, the warden is still inside!"

The director thought to himself, "I can tell that Leah is really anxious. This is the first time I've seen her show interest in men since I've known her. It's a pity it's too late."

Gloria turned to look at her with surprise and uncertainty.

At this moment, another doctor succubus interjected, looking envious, "Who can blame them for being partners? Sigh, why don't I have a cute little brother I've raised since childhood to be my fiancé? The goddess taught us to love our family, but we should love our neighbors even more. She's absolutely right."

"Hmm?" Gloria suddenly realized something.

Chapter 57 The Sexualist, the Erosist, and the Bystander

She heard a suppressed, soft moan, carrying an indescribable allure.

That groan contained nothing more than the affairs of men and women.

After the initial surprise subsided, with Gloria's intelligence, she quickly understood. She shook her head slightly and stood aside, becoming one of the eavesdroppers.

The blush-inducing music continued intermittently for over three hours before finally stopping.

Satella pushed open the door and stepped out, her pretty face still flushed, her skin glowing with a pearly luster, as if every strand of her peach-colored hair was infused with life, radiating a honey-colored halo.

She glanced around, her gaze sweeping down over the faces of the other succubi. A victor's smile curved her lips, but she quickly suppressed it. She called Freya away by name, then rose and swayed away in her military boots.

A group of succubi flooded into the ward. To be honest, if so many succubi were to release their charms together, they could probably revive the hearts of the dead.

The air was filled with the scent of hormones after lovemaking, which to the succubus was like the sweet fragrance of flowers, making her unable to resist taking a deep breath.

Exhausted, El collapsed on the bed, his entire being like a lamp that had burned out. Eileen broke down, kneeling down beside her lover with a thud. Her bat wings folded behind her as she grasped his hand. Judging from her expression, she was like a rural girl whose bride had been defiled by a domineering female lord on their wedding night.

Eileen is a strong girl who rarely cries in front of others, but at this moment she almost burst into tears of grievance.

Having witnessed their wild ways of playing before, if she were to ask her, the warden should be imprisoned for using prohibited substances, rape, and molesting subordinates!

"Don't panic, let me take a look." The chief physician first calmed the family down, and then examined Aier's condition in detail. "His vital signs are quite stable, he's just had a little bit of his energy drained, it's a minor issue."

As she spoke, she asked the medical staff to bring her a supplement, and used the tip of the tube hidden under her white coat to insert it into the IV line. The red medicine began to flow backward. Then, she lifted up Al's patient gown with one hand. The gown was straight-cut with nothing underneath, and she quickly gave him an injection in the buttocks.

She casually picked up his hard thing and played with it in her hand. It felt really nice to the touch. She had only ever seen such a standard thing in textbooks before!

If it weren't for the Empire's explicit prohibition against female succubi working in the field of andrology for the safety of male patients, female andrologists would be the most sought-after profession, given the pleasure of being in contact with male patients every day.

But from another perspective, for a succubus, treating male ailments such as impotence, premature ejaculation, and erectile dysfunction—does that really require learning? Anyone who is born without these skills is a disgrace to succubi!

"Nurse, please don't lift it," El said weakly.

"It is! It is!"

The chief physician's actions aroused strong indignation from everyone, including the doctors and nurses under her command. How could she sneak away?

"Sorry, I have to try it to know if the medicine works." She clapped her hands and chuckled. "Alright, now our knight can continue fighting."

"Let's all go out and make room," the chief physician added, not forgetting to specifically instruct, "Oh, and change his sheets too."

After the clean sheets were changed and the doctors and succubi left, only Eileen, Yishuang, and Golia remained in the ward.

Eileen and Yishuang sat on either side of the hospital bed, like his cat and dog, nestled in the crook of his arm.

Gloria took out an exquisite silver wine pot from her bosom, handed it to him, and gestured for him to take a sip.

"What is that? I guess it's alcohol again."

El took the flask, twisted off the lid, tilted his head back, and took a swig. He almost spat it out, feeling as if he had swallowed a ball of fire.

"Cough cough, so strong? What time is it? You still have the mind to tease me."

“I’m not kidding you.” Gloria raised an eyebrow. “This is good stuff, Dionysus’s tequila, a sacred drink. Only nobles, heroes, priests, as well as the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women can drink it. It’s guaranteed to burn away those damned plagues in your body.”

"You might as well just burn me to death," El said with a wry smile. "Besides, the doctor and the test results both say I'm not infected."

However, when he glanced at the status bar, he saw that there was indeed a new buff that increased stamina and endurance.

This reminded El of something: legend has it that the god of wine and the god of medicine were close friends. One was in charge of brewing wine, and the other was in charge of adding hallucinogenic drugs to the wine, teaching people to seek pleasure and only want to get drunk.

Therefore, medicine and wine have never been separated, and the relationship between the followers of Dionysus and the followers of Healer has always been very harmonious.

“By the way, senior, I need your help with something,” El suddenly said, “It’s about the Bloodhounds we’ve been talking about…”

So Gloria recalled that he had indeed mentioned the idea of ​​recruiting the Crimson Succubus. Her first reaction was neither yes nor no, nor did she warn him against doing anything dangerous. She simply asked, "How can I help you?"

"Senior, you just need to watch and see what I do," El teased. "Isn't this something you're good at?"

"Hmph, I do really enjoy watching you have sex with other people..." Gloria casually admitted her voyeuristic tendencies, "It feels even better than when I do it myself."

"How would you know if you haven't even tried it?" Eileen suddenly interjected. "I used to think that masturbation was more pleasurable than sex, but I later found out that they're not the same thing at all!"

"It's really comfortable, you should try it sometime!"

Gloria was clearly surprised, not expecting Eileen to say such a thing. Although she had always been a carefree and easygoing succubus, she found it difficult to answer at this moment. "Um... never mind," she quickly said, changing the subject.

Yi Shuang hadn't said much, but gently brought her head close to El's face, sharing the bed with him. Suddenly, she whispered in his ear, "Master, are you comfortable?"

El seemed surprised that she would ask this question, and whispered, "You want it, right?"

Yi Shuang gently shook her head, pursed her lips, and said shyly, "Just thinking about being with you makes me climax."

Just like that night, everyone had a great time and drank quite a bit of alcohol. She pulled him into the bedroom, and the moment her lips touched his, her body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and she felt light as if she were floating to heaven.

She seemed to have a vague feeling that this was what she longed for. Since then, her mind has been occupied by the thought of "wanting to kiss and hug," even without having sex.

Chapter 58 Keep your promise, Lady Freya

For adult succubi, magic comes from the absorption and transformation of emotions and desires, so the more sensitive they are in this regard, the higher the efficiency of magic transformation.