Succubus Prison

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Chapter 148 Teacher-Student Heart-to-Heart Talk

Upon hearing this, Menivel, who was formed from the flowing water on Mirror Lake, suddenly froze.

"You brat!" She covered her ample breasts, speechless, as if she were quite angry. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her tone was tinged with a hint of exasperated coquettishness. "Explain to me what you mean by putting on airs! As the Saint of Water, shouldn't I maintain my proper dignity? I've finally waited for you to bring guests, and you start by undermining me. What an awful child!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the elegant figure made of pure water element scattered with a "splash," turning into a handful of crystal-clear water droplets that fell back into the lake. Then, it reappeared very close to El, this time no longer a hazy elemental avatar, but a living nymph fairy.

She appeared to be a mature woman in her late twenties, wearing a light blue mage's dress adorned with pearls that accentuated her voluptuous and graceful curves. Her pretty face was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin was flawless, and her long, light golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with water droplets still clinging to the ends.

At this moment, her face no longer held any trace of the saintly purity from before; instead, it displayed a complex expression that mixed coquettishness, grievance, and unconcealed joy at seeing her long-lost disciple.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the damp grass and approached El. Ignoring the timid Siren girl he was holding, she stretched out her fair arm, cool with the unique touch of the lake water, and wrapped it around El's neck in an intimate and unreserved manner.

"That little guy who couldn't even hold a wooden sword properly back then has grown up so much and has started saying strange things to slander his teacher. It seems that whether it's a human or a succubus, they are cutest when they are young."

El was struggling to breathe, the teacher's unique scent, like a forest lake after rain, lingering around his nose. He carefully put Muels down on the ground, letting her lean against him for support, and then begged, "T-Teacher! Let go! I can't breathe! I'm going to die."

Meneville gave a soft snort and finally released her grip. "You, you're incredibly tough. Even stones would give you a wide berth. You're not that easy to kill."

Muirses' beautiful eyes widened in surprise, his face filled with bewilderment.

Melona tilted her enormous head and let out a low growl from her throat.

Elton understood immediately, sighed, and said to Menivel, "Put my business aside for now. I've come to you because I've really encountered a problem that I can't solve."

Menneville chuckled. "Of course I know. You've never been a well-behaved child. Tell me about it."

Al braced himself and briefly recounted his actions at the Golden Palace: how he infiltrated, how he rescued Melona and her family, and how he inadvertently sparked a slave revolt. He omitted the close-quarters combat with Mattie and focused on the predicament they faced: the Imperial Navy must have blockaded the sea, and everyone desperately needed a way to reach the sea.

"Look at the good stuff you've done!"

Meniver put her hands on her hips, puffed out her proud chest, and sneered, "You were only concerned with being a hero and saving a damsel in distress, and now that you've caused trouble and can't clean up the mess, you know to come to your master for help?"

El pleaded, "Teacher~"

"Hmph, of course I'll help, not only for your good-for-nothing disciple, but also for those innocent people and those marine creatures."

Al breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say, "Thank you, teacher."

At this moment, Meniver changed the subject, "However..."

Elton's alarm bells went off immediately. In his mind, his teacher was never a reliable adult. Whenever she spoke in that tone, it was never a good thing. From childhood to adulthood, he had suffered countless hardships during training because of her whimsical ideas!

Sure enough, Meniver said, "I want to go too! How can my disciple's grand adventure be complete without me, Meniver?"

Upon hearing this, El was immediately at his wit's end: "Teacher! This is no joke! We've probably become wanted criminals of the Empire now, and we may be facing greedy pursuers. I came to you only to ask for your guidance, not to put you in a bad position."

"Are you saying this is war, and it's dangerous?" Meniver curled her lip in disdain. "Is it more dangerous than when we faced the invasion of the Abyss? Your teacher also came from the Dark Ages... Besides, you child, you think too simply. Without me leading the way, how would you find the safest and fastest river?"

"Without further ado, let's set off now. Our destination: the stars and the sea!"

Without a word, she grabbed her disciple's hand and started to climb onto Melona's back, completely ignoring El's lifeless expression of "I knew this would happen" and Muels's bewildered look of not being able to keep up.

El sighed and said to Muels beside him and Little Red Riding Hood, who was hiding behind a tree pretending to be a mushroom, "You can stay here for now. The other nymphs will take care of you."

……

Melona took flight again, soaring steadily beneath the clouds.

On her broad dragon back, El leaned against his teacher Menivel's soft embrace, finally feeling a long-lost sense of security as if he were being protected.

Meniver rested her delicate chin gently on the top of El's head, lightly poked his lower back with her finger, and said with a hint of mischief, "You brat, now you should confess, right? Bringing such a beautiful little siren to see me, and that shy little succubus... what exactly is your relationship with them, hmm?"

“Teacher, what are you thinking? That Little Red Riding Hood… is the prostitute I met at the Golden Palace Paradise. She was very clever and helped me a bit. I felt sorry for her, and since I had seen her naked, I decided to take her with me when I escaped. Otherwise, as a man, I would feel a little uncomfortable. As for what happened afterward, I never thought about having anything happen between us.”

“As for Muels… she is the daughter of the sea, imprisoned for a long time after being captured by greed, and sold as a commodity. I originally wanted to buy her to keep my teacher company. As for further thoughts…” He paused, his voice carrying a strange tone, “her lower body is a fish tail, teacher.”

"Hmph, at least you have some sense of propriety." Meniver snorted, barely accepting El's explanation, but her gossipy nature clearly went beyond that.

"So... what about your partner? Your fiancée? How's your relationship with Satella going? Have you met any other girls you like?"

El paused for a moment, then said frankly, "Teacher, to tell you the truth, about two or three months ago, I was chosen by the Great Sin of Lust and gained two-thirds of the power of lust, and even mastered the power of the law. Teacher, saying this may make you feel bad, but I am no longer the little boy you remember who clumsily practiced swordsmanship by the lake from dawn till dusk. Now, I have probably become the kind of lewd nobleman you hate the most."

"In order to become stronger, I regularly hold grand orgies to draw power from the depravity of women. I use my power to seduce, control, and conquer powerful and beautiful women, making them submit to me and become part of my power. This includes some big figures whose names you may have heard of; they are all my 'slaves'."

"What?! What...what did you say?!" Meniver's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and shock. She grabbed El by the back of his collar and lifted him off the dragon's back. "You bastard! How dare you?! How could you do this?!"

Meniver trembled with rage. "I taught you swordsmanship, how to distinguish good from evil, and how to be an upright knight! Not so you could grow up to be one of those beastly nobles who prey on women and indulge in lust. Strength? Bah! What excuse is strength? For strength, you can turn yourself into this depraved person? How can you face your teacher like this? I'm going to throw you out now and clean house."

El didn't struggle, and said calmly, "Teacher, when I was little you always asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now I can tell you, I want to be the emperor."

Meniere's movements suddenly stopped, and the hand gripping his collar loosened slightly.

El continued, his voice low but firm: "In my eyes, this empire is sick, teacher. Greed, gluttony, arrogance, sloth... The great sinful lords, who occupy their own territories, rely on their supreme power and treat the common people like dirt." He gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Of course, I'm not much better than them."

"The nobles are extravagant and dissolute, the bureaucrats are corrupt and greedy, and the upper class of society has been monopolized by my compatriots. The people at the bottom are exhausted from working to make a living, their strength drained in factories, barely surviving under heavy exploitation. Slaves are bought and sold at will, but their resistance has never ceased. Given the chance, they are even willing to risk their lives just to pursue freedom... Is this the world you wanted to see after you helped the hero defeat the demon?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm not saying this because I, as a beneficiary, want to overthrow or change everything. Rather, I simply can't stand those high-ranking individuals who, despite possessing the power to change the rules, remain indifferent to suffering. If my sister and I were to sit on that pink throne, we would strive to do even better than them. We would ensure that the law truly applies equally, that wealth benefits the hardworking, and that those who work harder receive more. We would prevent nobles, bureaucrats, and merchants from acting recklessly! We would make this empire a better place!"

“I know that manipulating women is despicable, twisted, and vile, but I am driven by lust. This is how I gain power, and it is also the best way to bind the chain of interests and ensure absolute loyalty.”

"Perhaps in the end, I may also be devoured by the power of lust and become a monster who only knows how to have sex, but at least for now, I am still sober."

"If one day I lose myself, then living will be worse than death. Please help me to be free."

Meniere fell silent, listening to the determination hidden beneath his calm words. The anger surging within her gradually subsided, replaced by a deep heartache.

After a long while, Meniver sighed deeply and gently ruffled his wind-blown hair. "It's clearly the fault of our generation of adults that you, the children, have to bear. It's so heavy that you have to spend your whole lives correcting those mistakes and filling the gaps. Elwin died so young, and Salome ascended to godhood alone. What an irresponsible and despicable couple! You and Satella, never learn from them, and never follow in their footsteps."

She no longer blamed him for his despicable methods, nor affirmed the nobility of his goals, nor agreed to his unreasonable demands; she simply held him tightly.

Chapter 149 The Tide Rises in the Secluded Valley

The surviving slave rebels numbered around a hundred. Although they had fled the battlefield, most of them still bore the marks of exhaustion from the fierce fighting, but even more so, they were filled with uncertainty about the unknown future.

In fact, many people have already chosen to leave the main group. As for those who choose to stay, they are either homeless or have become completely disillusioned with the current state of society. Hearing that the marine life is preparing to return to the sea along the river, they simply decide to follow them to the seaside to settle down and start a new life.

Meniver had changed into an adventurer's outfit, making her almost unrecognizable. She stood atop Merlin's massive dragon body, her pale golden hair fluttering in the wind. She had suppressed the gentleness she displayed when facing her disciples, and spoke calmly to the group: "I am the guide invited by Fugen. You may call me Merlin. Personally, I sympathize with your past experiences and am willing to offer you any assistance I can. Although the road ahead is arduous and thorny, the land is connected by waterways. I will guide you to a shortcut to the endless sea. As long as you follow my lead and trust your companions, I guarantee I will lead you all safely to your destination."

The leader elected by the miners, the very same warrior who had charged into battle on a seahorse, nodded solemnly to Meniver after hearing these words. He then turned to the crowd and said, "Brothers, we risked our lives to finally escape the fate of being enslaved to death! Now, we must live together and follow Lord Merlin to the sea!"

"Survive! Get to the beach!"

The group set off quickly. To avoid attracting attention, Melona transformed back into her dragon form, changed into the new clothes El had given her, and took on the responsibility of bringing up the rear. Meanwhile, Menivel led El, walking lightly at the front of the group, gently giving him a lesson in wilderness marching.

One of the advantages of having a nymph in your party is that you never have to worry about the river suddenly running dry, leaving the sea creatures with nowhere to go. That's why El immediately thought of asking his teacher for help.

Next, Meniver led her team deep into the mountains located at the border of the capital, which is the Central Province, and the Guardian Province, the Os Province. The empire had set up military garrisons in all directions around the capital. The provinces where these military fortresses were located were called "Guardian Provinces," and there were seven of them in total.

After nearly a day's trek, Meneville finally stopped in front of a huge rock crevice covered by vines, from which a damp spring was constantly gushing out.

“There’s a teleportation spring here that can be used for teleportation,” Meniver pointed out. “But the teleportation distance isn’t very far. We’ll probably need to go through four or five more of these teleportation gates before we reach the seaside.”

"A teleportation spring?" The miners' leader frowned. He had never heard of such a thing before and asked instinctively, "Is it safe, Lord Merlin?"

Meniere's tone was calm and resolute: "Trust me, trust the guidance of the water, stay calm, and simply immerse yourself in the spring."

Marine creatures have an instinctive affinity for the scent of water. They took the lead, and the robust seahorses let out a deep call and plunged headlong into the surging spring without hesitation. Their figures were instantly swallowed up, leaving only the sound of splashing water.

With a leader in place, the crowd began to move slowly, one after another, hand in hand, carefully stepping into the spring.

El followed closely behind his teacher, taking large strides into the crevice of the rock. After entering the spring, the water instantly submerged his calves, carrying a strange pulling force. His entire body sank down instantly, then was completely enveloped by the water and disappeared into it.

……

Before long, the group emerged unharmed from the exit of the water portal. Before them lay a secluded valley, with a crystal-clear stream flowing through its bottom. The air was fresh and pleasant, and the surrounding area was filled with lush fruit trees, edible mushrooms, and wild vegetables.

“It’s getting dark. Let’s rest here for the night and replenish our strength,” Menivel announced. “Everyone, remember to gather your own food and water. We must reach the next portal before sunset tomorrow.”

Exhausted from the long march, the troops suddenly erupted in a small cheer. The crowd immediately dispersed, some climbing trees to pick wild fruits, while others began to study how to make their own water bags.

El generously shared the food and cooking utensils from his backpack with everyone. In the wild, pots and knives are always the most precious cooking tools. But then again, when a group of men get together, there's never any worry about not having anything to eat.

The campfire crackled in the night, illuminating the laughing and talking crowd.

Melona sat silently on a rock far from the crowd, hugging her knees, staring blankly at her family members who looked somewhat listless in the stream.

After all, they are marine creatures. If they stay in freshwater for too long, their bodies will soon develop various problems, but fortunately, none of them are fatal.

El noticed Melona sitting alone not far away, the moonlight outlining her human-shaped silhouette. He walked over, sat down beside her, and softly comforted her, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Melona didn't look at him, she just nodded slightly.

El could almost feel the heaviness in her heart. Although freedom was within reach, as a leader, she had to lead her people home alive. This responsibility was like an invisible chain that still wrapped around her neck.

At the same time, El noticed the subtle emotional changes in Melrona. After all, they had gone through hardships together, and she was no longer as full of hatred for all humans or succubi as she had been at the beginning.

At least, she would allow herself to stroke that beautiful big tail.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently touched the inside of her thigh. It was simulated skin, delicate and cool, but in reality, like the succubus's fragrant jade skin, it was made up of extremely tiny scales.

Melona's body tensed instantly, her golden vertical pupils turning sharply towards him with a hint of confusion. But El didn't withdraw his hand; instead, he whispered seductively, "If you're really unhappy, you can try masturbating. It's a gift from the goddess to humankind."

Melona's breath seemed to catch in her throat for a moment. Her gaze was fixed on El, her expression incredibly complex. To be honest, this was completely beyond her knowledge, since female dragons only go into heat once every few hundred years.

"Do you need me to teach you?" El asked softly again, meeting her gaze openly.

"Hmph." Melona let out a short snort from her nose, turned her head away from him, but did not chase him away. Her tense body relaxed slightly, as if she tacitly approved of his closeness and caresses.

Her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the rock beneath her, the hard stone making a soft cracking sound under her fingers.

So El grew bolder, and his hands were no longer limited to the inner thighs, but began to explore deeper and more private areas, gently pressing and kneading that plump soft flesh. Unlike human women, the dragon girl's area was covered with scales, making it feel peculiar.

"Mmm~" Melona let out a soft moan, almost a groan, and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently.

El's affectionate touch seemed to possess a strange magic, penetrating her defenses and reaching the depths of her soul. It was not merely a physical stimulation, but also a psychological conquest—a mere insignificant, lowly half-breed who had pulled her out of prison, rescued her from dire straits, bravely fought against greed, and even sustained a minor injury… This was enough to instill in her a deep respect for him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him ride on her back.

A smile played on El's lips as he began to probe her most tender spot, the center of her thigh, with his fingertips. He precisely located the slightly protruding core and rubbed it heavily with his fingertips. Melona's body began to tremble uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to prevent more shameful sounds from escaping and being heard by her family members. But El's perfectly timed teasing made her lose control. Soon, she felt a strange heat gathering and surging deep within her lower abdomen. Pleasure washed over her reason, and she felt an unprecedented excitement.

"Roar!" Melona's body trembled violently, she opened her eyes and let out a short cry, then bit her lip tightly, a blush of shame and indignation appearing on her face.

She never imagined that she, a noble dragon, would actually... suffer from urinary incontinence?

Knowing he had teased her enough, El withdrew his hand and whispered in Melona's ear, "Did you learn it? Next time you can do it yourself."

In the golden vertical pupils that Melona looked at him, a flame of desire, mixed with something aroused, was burning. Looking at El's face so close to hers, she felt for the first time a desire for him to stay with her forever, and so she couldn't help but give him a light kiss on the cheek.

El paused for a moment, then used his other clean hand to cup her cheek and press it against her slightly parted lips.

"Ugh..." Melona let out a muffled whimper, her body going completely limp. She began to awkwardly respond to the kiss with the clumsiness typical of a beginner. This feeling made her heart ache even more than before. Her long, strong legs parted slightly, as if issuing a silent invitation.

However, at this crucial moment, the voice of her mentor, Menneville, suddenly rang out from the side.

"Are you two secretly hiding here to kiss?"

Chapter 150 Foot Massage

Menneville's voice instantly shattered the serene atmosphere of the night.

El acted as if nothing had happened, quickly stepping away from Melona without any embarrassment at being caught red-handed. On the contrary, Melona looked somewhat shy.

Meniver crossed her arms, the moonlight outlining her graceful figure. Her gaze swept back and forth between El and Medona, finally settling on El.

“Ahem, teacher…” El cleared his throat, trying to change the subject, “Good evening.”

“Thank you, I’m fine.” Meniver raised an eyebrow, her tone relaxed, and walked over gracefully. “Hey kid, come with me for a second.”

El exchanged a slightly apologetic glance with Melona, ​​who snorted and ignored him. So he obediently followed his teacher and left the creek.

Meneville led El to the edge of the camp, a relatively secluded spot overlooking the entire valley.

"Teacher, what instructions do you have?" El asked.

Meniver was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "You want to control her and then use her for your own purposes?"

“Yes, that’s right.” El carefully chose his words, after all, no matter how you look at it, you can’t let go of a high-level combat power like a legendary dragon. “We already agreed that I would be responsible for rescuing her, and she would provide me with the necessary assistance. What we did just now was just to create the right atmosphere.”

"Hmph, a demon's contract, devouring people without spitting out the bones." Meniver snorted lightly, "I'm ashamed for you to deceive a woman's feelings like this." As she spoke, she reached out and ruffled El's hair without any politeness.

Then she earnestly instructed, "Treat her well from now on. Don't treat her like a tool or a mount to be discarded after use. You should know that the Dragon Knight is the strongest knight among knights. It's not just about gaining the dragon's approval; it's also about shouldering the responsibility of protecting the world. That's all I want to tell you. In short, I can't help you with matters of lust. Just be mindful of your limits."

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, go back and rest. We still have to travel tomorrow."

……

As night deepened, the exhausted slave rebels, having eaten and drunk their fill, were mostly fast asleep. El chose a dry meadow as their temporary resting place for the night.

He had just taken a simple marching tent out of his backpack and set it up when the teacher reappeared at just the right moment and unceremoniously took over his hard work.

El didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, young people should respect the elderly, no, they should respect their teachers. He almost blurted out his true feelings.

Just as he was about to leave the tent and find a place to spend the night, Meneville called out to him. She sat down cross-legged and patted the spot in front of her.