Succubus Prison

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"I have to tell you, the plates are huge, but the portions are small, so the result is just so-so, Chef El." She played along with his flirtatious game, deliberately drawing out her words, her voice carrying a hint of lingering pleasure. "However... given our personal relationship, I'll reluctantly give you the highest score."

El chuckled softly, "Is that so? Then I am truly honored. It seems that Lily has equally high standards for the quality of food and wine. In that case... I can only win by relying on quality."

He made a move to bend down again, but Gloria gently pressed her finger against his lips.

"Alright, I'm not one of those greedy guys out there." Gloria gently pushed him away, propped herself up to sit up, her body feeling a little weak, and tried to regain some of her elder's authority, although the blush on her cheeks and her dazed eyes made her efforts seem somewhat futile.

She asked softly, "About once every three days, can your body handle that?"

Al protested, "This is an insult to my life force, you know."

Gloria didn't say anything more. She simply reached out her fair hand and gently stroked El's cheek. Everything was conveyed in her silent tenderness. This gesture fully demonstrated the ease and skill of an older succubus.

Chapter 118 Struggle, Resistance, and Depravity

Gamma jolted awake from her hangover, gasping for breath, and struggled to sit up, only to find herself naked on the large bed in her apartment on the top floor of the law enforcement building.

Unlike usual, she, who is always self-disciplined, slept until the afternoon and missed her sunrise workout.

Feeling the cool, slippery sensation on her lower body, Gamma hastily grabbed a sheet and wiped herself. Memories of last night's frenzied and chaotic moments flashed through her mind, leaving her momentarily lost in thought.

The feeling of being forcibly invaded and completely filled still lingered in her body; just thinking about it made her scalp tingle and a wave of heat surged from deep within her lower abdomen.

This is not out of love, but rather the succubus's submission to supreme authority and a morbid worship of an existence that can easily destroy the willpower she is so proud of.

She was even beginning to understand why those noble women were so keen to participate in secret gatherings and willing to submit to such dubious control, because it seemed... not so bad?

It was a complete indulgence, a sense of freedom to shed all burdens, abandon thought, and immerse oneself in pure sensory stimulation.

The succubus instincts in her blood seemed to be constantly urging her to accept certain desires, but her professional ethics as a law enforcement officer kept warning her that she couldn't just let herself fall into depravity.

She kept reminding herself: That's wrong! That's a crime scene. She was an intruder, a victim, and a law enforcer! That guy was an enemy of the empire, the embodiment of lust who manipulated people's hearts and trampled on the law.

What he did was not to unconditionally bestow pleasure upon all beings like a god, but rather to commit the most despicable blasphemy and manipulation!

Craving him? Craving that pleasure? Utterly absurd!

This thought itself is a betrayal—not only a betrayal of Her Highness the Princess's trust, but also a betrayal of the oath she took when she took office, and even more so a betrayal of the sacred imperial law!

The mere thought that surfaced made Gamma realize that her soul had been defiled. It meant that she was being corrupted and twisted by her enemy, that she would become the kind of maggot she once despised, indulging in desires and devoid of principles.

She got out of bed, left the bedroom, and walked to the huge ebony desk in the study. The desk was spotless, with only a few files awaiting review neatly stacked in one corner. In the very center lay a thick, unadorned, dark-covered diary.

That was the last emotional anchor she left for herself.

She took a deep breath, opened her diary, and the familiar, strong handwriting immediately caught her eye. It was what she had written herself the night before her departure, with unwavering determination:

“I am Gamma, the chief law enforcement officer. I am a blade, selfless and egoless, loyal and sincere.”

"I swear, no matter what I witness, no matter what accident I encounter, no matter what price I pay, as long as I return alive, I will report everything I have seen and experienced without reservation to Her Highness the Princess. This is my mission, remember it! Remember it well!"

These words seemed to give her strength, and reason briefly prevailed over instinct.

Gamma opened the drawer, took out a formal report paper with the Libra emblem, picked up the quill pen next to it, and with a slight tremor in his hand, wrote down his personal experience.

To put it dramatically, she could almost picture the princess's expression as she read the report, her emotions probably like this: shock, disappointment, and finally, cold disdain rising in those beautiful eyes that always held trust and expectation—the empire's most powerful law enforcer, the number one below the legendary, had actually…lost his virginity during a mission? Utterly incompetent.

Gamma sighed. She knew that once this report was submitted, her future would probably be over, and the Department of Justice would no longer have a reserved seat for her.

A vile and selfish voice screamed wildly in her heart, "Forget it, as long as you don't say anything, no one will know! You are still the invincible and iron-willed law enforcement officer Gamma!"

"It's ridiculous. When have I ever been afraid of these things?"

She chuckled coldly, then forced herself to describe in the calmest and most objective language the scene of the secret, lustful masquerade ball held in the theater's underground, the debauchery of the noble ladies, and focused on the appearance of "lust" and the situation when he arbitrarily manipulated people's hearts.

At the same time, the trick El left on Gamma was activated. The Great Sin Lust once again demonstrated her almost perverse mental manipulation ability, constantly whispering blush-inducing words in Gamma's ear. Then, like a persistent vengeful ghost, it gradually wrapped itself around Gamma's body, arousing her desire.

The pen suddenly stopped, leaving a glaring ink dot on the manuscript paper.

She closed her eyes helplessly, took a deep breath to calm herself, and when she opened them again, only a resolute look remained in her eyes.

While awkwardly masturbating with her fingers to combat the influence of lust, she continued writing under these circumstances: "...under the powerful influence of the target's mental strength, my consciousness has fallen into a state of chaos, and I have experienced intense hallucinations equivalent to real sex..."

She practically gritted her teeth, using the last of her sanity to write down her conclusion: "Considering the abilities, manipulation methods, and proficient use of lust-based magic, there is sufficient reason to conclude that the target, codenamed 'Night Banquet,' is suspected to be an embodiment of or highly related to the Seven Deadly Sins' 'Lust.' Their alignment is determined to be evil, and their level of threat is assessed as high. Additionally: there are other members of the society, including one high-ranking crimson succubus skilled in mind magic and over ten henchmen who follow the Blood Cult and are adept at summoning infernal creatures. We must be vigilant."

After the report, which bore the weight of her shame and duty, was carefully sealed in an envelope and sent out, Gamma thought she would be temporarily relieved. However, the real torment had only just begun.

Because of her betrayal, the great sin of lust punished her from afar. The succubus instinct rooted deep in her blood was forcibly awakened and distorted, causing her body to develop fever-like symptoms, becoming hot and burning. A wave of weakness and emptiness swept over her, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. Then, her hands began to caress her entire body uncontrollably, but she could not find any relief.

An indescribable, intense urge surged within her. She recalled the revelry of the previous night and felt a strong desire to immerse herself in it again, to explore the mystery, and to experience it all.

From a third-person perspective, Gamma was curled up on the floor of the room, her eyes sometimes unfocused and sometimes filled with pain, as if she were experiencing some kind of torment and curse.

Each time she was on the verge of climax, it was accompanied by an even more painful throbbing, making her feel like a piece of raw iron thrown into the fires of purgatory, being repeatedly hammered between the extreme desire and the inability to obtain it.

This inhuman torture, at first somewhat sweet, eventually became more unbearable than any other form of torture.

To the point that her brain was almost burned out.

……

The report was eventually sent silently to the depths of the courtyard of the enormous power center, the succubus palace—Verheim Palace—and placed on a huge, luxurious desk, appearing somewhat insignificant compared to other weighty national affairs.

When Her Highness stepped away from her busy social engagements and endless celebrations to diligently attend to official duties, the report bearing the highest insignia of a law enforcement officer finally caught her attention.

The princess's calm expression vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp one.

She picked up the report, ran her fingertips over the sealing wax engraved with a security array, and only after confirming that everything was correct did she pick up a small letter opener and pry it open.

The air became unusually quiet, with only the faint sound of papers turning.

As the reading progressed, the princess's flawless face gradually lost its solemnity, replaced by a strange expression.

When she read Gamma's description of the blush-inducing, lewd scene in the pool, a slight smile played on her lips, and she let out a faint chuckle, as if she had witnessed some ignorant child misbehaving.

When she read Gamma's restrained and calm account of her own ordeal, her pale fingers paused for a moment. In the depths of her pink eyes, there was neither the shallow contempt Gamma had expected, nor the anger at the humiliation of her subordinates. Instead, there flickered some more complex and profound emotions.

Ultimately, the report was gently set aside.

Selena slowly stretched her waist. Although her gorgeous clothes concealed her graceful figure, her stunning beauty was revealed with just a lazy stretch of her hand.

Her face was focused with an almost excited expression, like a hunter who had finally locked onto his long-sought cunning prey, exuding a confident determination to succeed.

Her beautifully shaped lips parted slightly, and her voice was very soft.

"caught you……"

Chapter 119: Falling into a trap

In the bathroom, Gamma stood before the mirror, her trembling fingers caressing her lower abdomen. The perfect blend of her toned muscles, honed through years of training, and her delicate, soft skin created a vibrant, healthy silhouette. Beneath the subtly visible abdominal muscles was her beautifully shaped navel. But if you looked further down, in that mysterious triangle, a lewd mark seemed to be alive, slowly taking shape beneath her warm skin.

With an incredulous expression, she touched the slightly warm area with her fingertips. Instantly, an indescribable current, a mixture of shame and a strange, tingling sensation, surged up her spine, causing her to recoil as if electrocuted. Her limbs went weak, her body went limp, and she fell backward...

It was clearly a terrifying thing, but my consciousness was swallowed up by a strange sense of disorientation, and only the sneer of a woman's voice echoed in my hazy mind.

She could feel her body and mind being eroded and undergoing irreversible changes, but she was powerless to stop it.

The only thing that can stand against the authority of the Great Sin (actually, there are also the Seven Virtues and the Goddess), so she went through all the other Great Sins in her mind and finally focused her attention on "Envy," who was also in the judicial system, hoping that she could provide some help out of consideration for her colleague.

……

Gamma exerted all her strength to maintain her composure as she entered Satella's office, which was filled with a cool, lingering fragrance. At that moment, her platinum uniform, a symbol of order and the majesty of the law, seemed like a thin sheet of paper, tightly wrapping around the flames of desire that were spiraling out of control within.

Every breath she took seemed to carry a burning tremor. Beneath her uniform, the eerie, erotic markings were eroding her proud self-control, making her vulnerable to revealing her shameful side at any moment.

Satella was somewhat surprised to see her, but said calmly, "You are a rare guest indeed. Please have a seat."

“Satella…” Gamma’s voice was hoarse and dry, with a pleading vulnerability that even she herself found unfamiliar. “Help me, I’ve been tainted by ‘lust,’ his power is eroding me.”

Satella clenched her fists instinctively, then slowly relaxed them, leaning back in the large, comfortable chair that could comfortably seat two people. The black warden uniform, a symbol of absolute power and ruthless order, made her skin appear even whiter than snow.

She looked at Gamma quietly, her eyes deep and unfathomable, seemingly without any surprise, only a meaningful expression slowly shifting within her.

“Oh?” Satella’s red lips parted slightly. She stood up gracefully, the short heels of her military boots tapping on the cold ground, and walked step by step toward the restless Gamma opposite her. “‘Lust’ has reappeared in the world? This is truly…surprising. But what surprises me even more is that our crime-fighting hero, Chief Enforcer Gamma, is also troubled by ‘lust’. I thought you had already become heartless and desireless. Come, let me see.”

Cool fingertips pinched Gamma's burning cheeks without any pity. The touch made Gamma tremble violently, unable to speak. As if sensing a familiar aura, the fire within her burned even brighter.

“This is indeed the power of a great sin. Tell me, what kind of help do you need?” Satella’s voice carried an instinctive seduction. High-ranking succubi were almost always like this, every gesture exuding charm. “Help you suppress this desire?” Her gaze swept casually over Gamma’s figure, a cold smile playing on her lips. “I don’t think that’s necessary at all. Lust is always the most harmless thing. Desire is not willpower and has no aggression. Why don’t you just find a partner?”

Gamma bit her lip, forcing herself to stay conscious: "My mind is filled with that kind of thing right now, I have no energy to do anything else, to dispel it, to suppress it! Anything is fine! As long as I can control this damn desire, Satella, you understand, I can't let it destroy me!"

"Heh." Satella chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in her voice. "So, what are you willing to give up, my dear friend?"

"I'm willing to pay any price as long as I can get back to normal."

“Any cost?” Satella repeated softly. “How much resolve do you have to say such a thing? Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

She slightly raised her hand, palm up, and a turquoise aura containing powerful authority slowly emerged, emanating a heart-palpitating fluctuation. "In the name of jealousy, I will completely deprive you of sexual pleasure."

A verdant halo began to spread, wrapping around Gamma's body in wisps.

Gamma felt a powerful force invading her body, trying to suppress the boiling lust within her. Her senses began to go numb, giving her a brief respite and allowing her tense nerves to relax slightly.

She closed her eyes to feel it carefully, then opened them again in disappointment. It was a little hard to say, but she didn't actually experience much pleasure. She was more frustrated by unfulfilled desires, like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for too long and was driven mad by the endless thirst.

"This won't work..."

Upon hearing this, Satella's deep, unfathomable pink eyes narrowed, and her delicate brows furrowed. "Useless?" Her tone rose slightly, tinged with surprise. She thought to herself, could it be that her control over power has already fallen behind her brother's? How many women has he slept with these past few days? How much desire has he absorbed to evolve so rapidly?

Thinking of this, the emerald green halo swirling around his fingertips paused.

“My power of ‘jealousy’ is enough to rob a demon lord of pleasure. How can you say it’s useless?”

As she spoke, Satella leaned forward, almost touching Gamma's burning body. This time, her cool fingers didn't pinch her cheeks, but gently pressed against the rapidly beating heart beneath Gamma's uniform, with a hint of inquiry.

“Heh…” Satella suddenly realized and let out a soft laugh, “I understand.”

“So that’s how it is, Gamma, my dear friend. That ‘fire’ in your body isn’t entirely due to lust.” She said mercilessly, “It comes from your bloodline instincts. Like the prisoners in this jail, you are born with an excess of insatiable desires. It’s fine if you haven’t tasted sex yet, but once you’ve tasted it, you’ll crave it and it will be difficult to control yourself.”

This cold, ruthless analysis, like a sharp sword, pierced Gamma's last veil of modesty. She trembled violently, not only from the torment of desire but also from the intense humiliation caused by Satella's slander. "You..." Gamma's voice was filled with suppressed rage.

Satella's beautiful lips curved into a smile. "It seems that even you have realized how ironic it is that the Empire's chief law enforcement officer is just like the criminals you used to suppress."

"Shut up!"

“Heh.” Satella admired Gamma’s somewhat broken expression. “‘Lust’ didn’t give you pleasure, it only gave you an insatiable hunger, which just happened to awaken the instincts deep in your soul, making that ‘hunger’ itself more pure and painful. Should we say you’re unlucky, or should we say he’s good at understanding human nature?”

She gracefully strolled back to her large chair, but did not sit down. Instead, she leaned on the back of the chair, looking down at Gamma, whose face was filled with humiliation.

“Now I have two suggestions for you.” She paused, then continued, “Either I continue to use the power of ‘jealousy’ to help you turn back into that cold and ruthless law enforcement machine, at the cost that you will never again experience any form of deep satisfaction or pleasure in this life.”

"Either you learn to make peace with yourself and actively embrace the power of 'lust'... But don't do anything illegal. I don't want to see you become a criminal and be brought here to me." Her tone was very calm, so calm that it was impossible to fathom her inner thoughts.

Gamma's eyes flickered uncertainly. Finally, she lowered her gaze, sighed, and said somewhat reluctantly, "...Thank you, goodbye."

Chapter 120 The Great Sin: The Perverse Pleasures of Lust

After saying goodbye to Satella, Gamma did not choose to leave immediately, but instead went to the newly established "Discipline Quarter".

The original intention of this trip was to seek help from Satella, but the lingering concern for Mireille drove her to personally witness the situation of this subordinate who had been forced to "lay low" in prison.

Hisska personally received Gama and led her to Mireille's cell. Incidentally, Anna's room was next door.

Although it's called a prison cell, thanks to El's special care, it has long lost the coldness of a prison cell and is more like a young girl's boudoir: a soft bed, a neat wardrobe, a bright dressing mirror, a window that lets in the sunlight, and the convenience of having its own private bathroom, so Mirei doesn't even have to do the daily cleaning herself.

As Gamma walked, her gaze swept over the various poses and dazed eyes of the scarlet succubi in the other cells, her brows furrowing deeply, a surge of inexplicable irritation rising within her. However, the moment she actually saw Mirei, her furrowed brows involuntarily relaxed.

Millie, dressed in a clean, starched prison uniform, looked radiant, far from the haggard appearance Gamma had expected. She even had the leisure to read a book, clearly having escaped unjust treatment. This comfort was undoubtedly a result of the young warden's care.

"Mirey..." Gamma's call, tinged with a barely perceptible unease, stopped before the cold iron bars. Mirey looked up sharply at the sound, and seeing her superior officer, her face instantly lit up with a smile of surprise and joy, though a hint of doubt flickered in her eyes. "Sir!"

Mireille walked quickly to the door and, through the bars, gave a standard knightly salute. "Why did you come in person? You...you don't look well." She keenly noticed the weariness and restraint in Gamma's eyes.

Gamma forced a reassuring smile. "I was looking for Warden Satella and just stopped by to see you. El... is that your name?" Her gaze swept over the comfortable furnishings of the cell again, her tone complex. "Looks like he's taking good care of you." She felt a mix of emotions, a slight relief at Mirei's safety, yet a subtle unease at the blatant abuse of privilege in the prison.

Just then, the desire that had been tormenting her for so long surged up suddenly. Gamma felt her vision blur instantly, her body swayed, and she had to reach out and hold onto the cold railing, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Sir!" Millie exclaimed in genuine panic, "What's wrong? Are you injured?!"

“I…I’m fine…” Gamma gasped, trying to suppress the boiling desire that was threatening to consume her with her remaining willpower. However, steady and hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, as if stepping on her crumbling sanity.

The visitor was none other than El.

He had just learned from Hiska that the Chief Enforcer was coming, so he rushed over immediately. He strode to the cell and gave Gamma a respectful but distant bow. "Chief Enforcer, welcome. My senior is doing well here with me, please don't worry."

In Gamma's vision, scorched by desire, he wore a crisp, well-fitting warden's uniform, stood tall, and had a handsome face; he was undoubtedly a model of youthful promise.

More importantly, rumors about his expertise in concocting potions and "training women" had already been circulating quietly in high-level circles, even attracting the favor of some important figures. If it weren't for Satella's power, they probably would have already sent someone to invite him to their private estate to serve them.

El's gaze swept quickly over Gamma's unusually flushed cheeks and her awkward posture despite her efforts to suppress it. A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. Although he felt sorry, he also had his reasons for doing so.

“El…” Mirei’s eyes softened for a moment when she saw him appear, but Gamma’s pain left her no time to think about anything else. Her voice was pleading, “Could you help me take the officer to the infirmary? She looks very uncomfortable!”