Succubus Prison

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“Of course.” El immediately turned to Gamma, his tone tinged with just the right amount of concern. “Your Excellency, are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s just an old injury…no need to…worry.” Gamma practically forced out these words through gritted teeth, forcing herself to maintain a facade of indifference.

However, in the instant that they made eye contact at close range, the faint yet incredibly familiar aura emanating from him, like the "master's" aura branded deep within their souls, was like a spark falling into a scalding oil pan, causing a sudden burst of flames.

That string called reason snapped instantly!

My brain was engulfed by a scorching white light. All my restraint and dignity, all my considerations about status and occasion, turned to ashes, leaving only a primal, crazy, and extremely simple thought: Get closer to him! Get even closer, until I become one with him!

Desire suddenly ignited in Gamma's pupils, her cheeks burning red, almost dripping blood. Her body moved faster than her thoughts, like a female leopard pouncing on its prey, she slammed El hard against the cold stone wall, her lips, burning with destructive heat, urgently and ruthlessly covering his.

It felt like there was a fire burning inside her mouth, the scorching heat making him tremble slightly, while the rich aroma of wine lingered between El's lips and teeth, the tempting fragrance of fine wine seeping into her nasal cavity and numbing every nerve in her body.

Between them, it was no longer a one-sided, forceful kiss. Gamma's hands, with an almost pious yet desperate force, cupped El's cheeks, as if they were the only source of water in the desert. El, who had initially been shocked, quickly recovered and was no longer content with passively enduring. His strong hands gripped Gamma's slender yet powerful waist, pressing her even closer to his chest with an irresistible force.

Even through their clothes, they could clearly feel every curve of each other's bodies, every violent heartbeat, every rapid breath intertwined, the air thick with intense lust and an atmosphere of uncontrollable danger.

"Lord Gamma! What are you doing?!"

"Let him go! Let El go!!"

"El! El! Wake up! Resist!!"

Millie let out a heart-wrenching scream in the cell, frantically pounding on the cold iron bars with her hands, making a piercing noise.

Her world collapsed completely at the absurd and cruel scene before her eyes: her most respected and revered superior was now passionately kissing the junior she secretly admired!

The image was more vicious than any form of torture, piercing her heart.

"No—! Stop! Please, please stop!!"

Mireille's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with despair and heartbreak.

She watched helplessly as Gamma's hands began to roughly tear at the hem of El's uniform, as El's hands slid into Gamma's disheveled hair, pressing her head even harder against his own… The words "mutual affection" slowly and cruelly rolled over Mirei's mind. A tremendous sense of powerlessness and betrayal overwhelmed her like an icy tide. Her knees buckled, and she finally collapsed heavily onto the cold ground, tears streaming down her face. Only endless despair and heart-wrenching resentment raged wildly in her heart.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

Gamma breathed heavily and chaotically, the fragments of her reason long since washed away by the torrent of desire. Her movements were filled with an almost frantic urgency, her fingers trembling as she roughly tore open the front of El's uniform, the buttons popping off with a loud bang.

Her warm, moist lips and tongue eagerly traced his jawline, her rolling Adam's apple moving downwards as she licked, greedily savoring every breath of his.

However, this was far from enough. The deep-seated desire, like millions of ants gnawing at her, drove her to do even more humble and wretched things.

“Master…Master…” Broken words, filled with heavy sobs and extreme longing, finally escaped from Gamma’s lips, which were parched from the burning of lust. They were as light as a mosquito’s buzz, yet as clear as a thunderclap, striking the deathly silent air.

She wasn't even aware of what she was shouting; she was simply instinctively seeking the source that could control her and soothe her pain.

Under Mirei's horrified, wide-eyed gaze, Gamma's body began to slide down. Those hands that once held the scales of law, wielding the sword to punish evil, representing supreme authority and power, now trembled, with a servile, begging posture, trying to embrace El's legs, rubbing their cheeks against his crotch.

The noble law enforcement officer knelt on the cold ground, her usually meticulously combed hair now disheveled, obscuring most of her face, which was distorted by desire and humiliation.

She tilted her head back, her golden eyes, shrouded in mist and ignited by desire, fixed on El with an almost servile plea.

It was as if her body language was silently crying out: begging for mercy, begging for caresses, begging for the sweet rain that could free her from this desert of desire.

The once high and mighty chief law enforcement officer is now like a female dog whipped to the brink of collapse by desire, only able to wag her tail and beg for mercy from her master. Dignity, status, pride... everything is crushed in the face of the torment of lust and the scent of El.

In this suffocating moment, filled with depravity and despair—

"Clang!!!"

A tremendous crash suddenly rang out! Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it instantly shattered the tense and suffocating atmosphere of lust outside the cell.

The voice came from Mireille's cell.

Chapter 121 The Collapse of Dignity

That was no ordinary impact; it was a full-force strike imbued with the fury and heartbreak of a great knight!

The sturdy iron railings creaked under Mireille's relentless blows, and one of the iron bars was even twisted and deformed.

"Senior, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush!" El reacted quickly, swiftly finding the key in her backpack and tossing it to Mirei.

She caught it and quickly opened the cell door, her target clear: the officer kneeling at El's feet, his posture as subservient as a female dog.

"Bastard! Wake up!!!" Millie screamed, her voice cracking, as she clung tightly to Gamma's shoulders, trying to pull her up from the ground, trying to tear away her heartbreaking and utterly repulsive slut-like posture. "What are you anyway?"

The sudden tug caused Gamma, who was immersed in the abyss of boundless desire, to react somewhat. She raised her head, and the first thing she saw was Mirei's face, which was distorted by extreme pain and anger. Her eyes, which were always full of loyalty and vitality, were now filled with disbelief, heavy with sorrow and accusation.

Immediately afterwards, Gamma caught a glimpse of herself in her eyes.

She was kneeling on the ground in an extremely humiliating position. The front of her uniform was already disheveled from the tearing earlier, revealing a large area of ​​skin below her collarbone. One hand was still unconsciously resting on El's knee, and the touch of the fabric from his trousers still lingered on her cheek...

"No..." A faint, almost inaudible moan of shame escaped from Gamma's throat.

What did she just do?!

In a state of delirium, he forcibly kissed a young succubus and tore at her clothes like a lustful harlot!

She...she even knelt at his feet, wagging her tail and begging for his attention like a bitch in heat...

"No...no...this, I..." She stammered, her voice frantic, and her body began to tremble violently.

Satella is right; I'm just like them.

Gamma abruptly flung away Mirei's hand from her shoulder. The force of the blow sent Mirei staggering backward, almost crawling on all fours. Her back slammed heavily against the stone wall of the corridor with a dull thud. She curled up in a ball, burying her face in her bent knees. Her disheveled hair obscured her distraught expression, and only her suppressed gasps and broken sobs could be heard.

“Sir…” Mirei stared blankly at Gamma’s appearance, her anger replaced by intense heartache. Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether she should approach.

"Ooh... Eeya~"

"Yay! Let's get to work! Let's get to work!"

"Great! So intense! More!"

In the cells on both sides of the corridor, the scarlet succubi, like sharks smelling blood, suddenly began to jeer. They screamed excitedly, pounded on the bars, and let out incomprehensible roars and lewd moans.

The entire prison area instantly descended into a frenzied uproar, with twisted desires and manic shouts intertwined, and the air thick with emotions of jealousy, anger, and lust.

At the heart of this chaos, El slowly exhaled.

He looked down at his torn uniform, then at Gamma, who was huddled in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, his gaze fell on Senior Mirei, who stood in front of Gamma, looking helpless and worried. His expression was complex and unreadable.

The lingering guilt in my heart seemed to deepen, but it was quickly overshadowed by the decision I had already made.

El raised his hand and calmly straightened his disheveled clothes. Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but easily drowning out the succubi's clamor, "Stop making a fuss!"

Now that their master had spoken, they naturally fell silent, instantly shutting up like ducks with their throats being squeezed, which looked quite ridiculous.

"nightingale!"

Nightingale, the former intelligence officer who had been quietly observing the farce from her cell, appeared silently beside El like a ghost. Her delicate face was expressionless, pale as fresh snow, lifeless, cold, and indifferent. It was as if everything happening before her eyes had nothing to do with her.

Her broken horn made Millie frown as well.

This injury is definitely not simple; she may have endured unimaginable torment in the past.

Nightingale ignored Mireille's gaze and lowered her head slightly. Ever since being severely disciplined by El, the object of her loyalty had changed.

“The Chief Enforcement Officer is unwell and somewhat emotionally unstable.” Al’s tone was as calm as stating an objective fact. “Please take her to my private lounge. It’s quiet there, and there are spare tranquilizers. Make sure she is properly settled and that no one disturbs her until the doctor arrives.”

“Yes, sir.” Nightingale replied crisply and without hesitation, and strode toward Gamma, who was huddled in the corner.

Millie immediately stepped in front of Gamma to protect her: "What do you think you're doing?! Don't touch her!"

Nightingale's indifferent gaze swept over Mirei without any explanation, and she simply looked at her master.

El's gaze fell on Mirei, and he said helplessly, "Senior, you heard it too. Do you want Lady Gamma to remain exposed to these criminals?"

Mireille shuddered at his words, glanced back at Gamma who was still trembling and sobbing, seemingly completely broken and fragile, and then looked around at the malicious red eyes in the surrounding cells.

She clenched her fists, then helplessly loosened them, and finally gritted her teeth, slowly and reluctantly taking a step to the side.

Nightingale bent down and quickly half-lifted, half-carried Gamma.

Gamma offered no resistance, simply keeping her head bowed as Nightingale carried her away like a delicate doll devoid of its soul, her steps unsteady as she was led away from this humiliating hell that had stripped her of all dignity.

As Mire watched them leave, her body trembled slightly. She suddenly turned around, her bloodshot eyes fixed on El, her gaze filled with anger and accusation.

"I need an explanation!"

El did not avoid her gaze, calmly returning it with deep eyes, "Senior, you know the nature of my work. I often come into contact with aphrodisiac incense and essential oils. Perhaps there was a lingering fragrance on my body, and it just so happens that Lady Gama is currently in heat for some reason, which is why what just happened occurred."

"As for you, senior." His gaze moved down to her swollen right hand. "Your hand is injured. Come with me."

He stepped forward and grasped her wrist with an undeniable concern.

Mireille was taken aback by his sudden action, and her anger subsided for a moment. Her expression softened slightly, and she pursed her lips. "But you, you clearly kissed her first just now."

El didn't answer, but simply pulled her towards his office at the other end of the corridor. He then took out two bottles of potion, handed one to her, and said, "Drink this."

Miree did as she was told, obediently drinking it down, and then whispered, "Give me the other bottle too."

"This bottle is for external use, sit up straight." Without looking up, El began to apply the medicine to her.

She looked down at her right hand, her knuckles red, swollen, and blistered—marks left from her earlier frantic pounding on the iron railing. It hadn't hurt before, but his gentle touch made the pain belatedly surface, and she couldn't help but hiss.

“You have damaged prison property, so please compensate for the damage,” Al suddenly said in a serious tone.

"Fine, I'll pay. Name your price," Mirei said irritably.

"Given that I also bear some responsibility for not keeping a close watch on you, I'll let it go this time." El's voice was lower, carrying a hint of threat. "If there's a next time, I'll lock you up."

Miree suddenly felt a little flustered and hurriedly turned her face away. Chaotic thoughts churned in her mind. In the midst of the tense and exciting flirting, she had not forgotten what had just happened: the officer's collapsed and desperate appearance, El's skillful response during the kiss, and his nonchalant and gentle demeanor at this moment. All of this made her feel confused and uneasy.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, El.” Her voice was a little hoarse.

El paused for a moment, then resumed his normal movements.

"Senior, do you really want me to spell it out?" His voice was very soft, almost like a sigh. "I'm just a despicable man. When something like this happens, is it strange that I take advantage of the situation? For example, the reason I'm nice to you now is because I want you to marry me and I want to penetrate your body."

"You're so wicked!" Millie's voice trembled with a hint of tears. "How could you have become like this?"

For some reason, she felt a resistance and a strong aversion to El's blunt words, but it wasn't that she hated him. Clearly... she wasn't completely indifferent to him, and even occasionally fantasized about being intimately entangled with him.

If it really came to that, she knew she might not resist it, and might even become addicted to it, feeling extremely happy.

However, she just couldn't accept that El was the kind of shallow man who only wanted her body from the beginning.

"I'll take you back."

"I...I want to go see the officer..." she weakly made this request.

El paused for a moment, then said seriously, "After what happened, she probably doesn't know how to face you. Forcing a meeting will only make things more awkward for her. Let her be alone for a while." He softened his tone and reassured her, "Here's what we'll do: after the medical officer has examined her and confirmed that her condition is stable, I'll arrange for her to see you if she's willing."

Chapter 122 Taking advantage of others’ danger

In the private lounge separated by only a wall, Gamma curled up on the soft sofa, her body still trembling slightly uncontrollably. She buried her face deep in the sofa cushions, as if trying to suffocate herself, yet she couldn't help but be intoxicated by the lingering scent of El on it, a scent that made her soul tremble and craved madly.

The nightingale stood silently in the shadows, like the most loyal shadow, watching everything without a sound.

“Master, I don’t understand,” she murmured to herself, “What is it that you’ve gone to such lengths for? Is it the wonderful expressions on their faces when the truth is revealed?” A disrespectful thought flashed through her mind, “Then you truly are a devil.”

Shortly after, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open, and El returned after finishing dealing with Mirei's matter.

He closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the otherwise quiet lounge.

Ignoring the nightingale in the corner, his gaze fell directly on Gamma, who was curled up on the sofa. Without hesitation, he walked straight to the window, and with a "whoosh," the heavy curtains were suddenly pulled shut, cutting off the last ray of natural light from the outside world.

He then turned on the nearest wall lamp, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

He began to take off the uniform with the button popped off, his movements unhurried, revealing the close-fitting shirt underneath.

Gamma had already been startled by the sound of the lock clicking shut and the curtains being drawn, and turned her head very slowly.

What came into her view was the profile of El unbuckling his belt.

The dim light outlined his sharply defined features and cast a deep shadow on her.

At this moment, he was no longer the gentle and polite young man, but more like an aggressive man who had completely shed all pretense.

Al took off his trousers, leaving him in only his underwear. He turned to face Gamma on the sofa and approached her step by step. His bare feet made a barely audible sound on the thick carpet, but each step felt like a precise crushing of Gamma's fragile nerve endings.

“Lord Gamma,” his deep, magnetic voice broke the silence, “I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

Al stood in front of the sofa, looking down at her. There had never been a better time to subdue her.

Gamma, like a beautiful butterfly specimen pinned to a pedestal, could only look up at him, her body trembling.

"what are you going to do?!"

Al leaned forward slightly, placing one hand on the back of the sofa, trapping Gamma between himself and the sofa.

The familiar aura of his, the "master" imprinted deep within her soul, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol and the smell of male hormones, surged into Gamma's nostrils like a tidal wave, almost suffocating her.