Succubus Prison

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“Let us…” El’s face was close, his warm breath brushing against Gamma’s cheek, “Let’s continue what we were doing. This time, no one will bother us.”

He chuckled softly, "Or perhaps I should say that classic line, 'Scream all you want, no one's coming back to save you.'"

"No...don't..." She tried to shrink back in vain, but there was nowhere left to retreat.

Al reached out, grabbed Gamma's wrist, and easily pushed her down onto the sofa.

Strangely, with her strength, she could have easily pushed him away with minimal effort, but Gamma did not do so. Instead, she allowed him to grab the front of her uniform and rip it open forcefully.

"Tear—" The platinum Libra uniform, symbolizing the supreme authority of the chief law enforcement officer, tore open, exposing his fair skin to the air once again.

"Ah!" Gamma screamed, overwhelmed by immense shame and fear.

She strained to close her legs, trying to preserve the last shred of her pitiful dignity.

Al easily flipped her over, pressing her face down against the soft sofa back. Her cheeks were forced against the smelly leather, and her hands were tied behind her back, rendering her unable to move.

My vision was plunged into darkness, leaving only the tactile sensation of my skin to feel the texture of the dermis.

She heard the rustling sound of fabric behind her, felt a chill on her buttocks, and then something hot and hard thrust into her.

Gamma's body arched upwards in pain, a suppressed groan escaping her throat. There was no pleasure, only brutal violation. El's movements were fierce and violent, each thrust carrying a forceful strength, as if trying to tear her apart completely.

The sofa groaned under its own weight as it shook violently, the sounds of flesh colliding jarringly and lewdly audible in the dim, quiet room.

Each intrusion, each act of defiance, felt like a repeated trampling on the ruins of her already crumbling dignity. Her pride in her power, the laws she upheld, the honor she held as a law enforcement officer, or the glory she inherited from her family—all of it was reduced to dust under El's brutal violation.

Her vision blurred, her pupils unfocused, and in her daze, Satella's whispered words echoed wildly in her mind.

Is this the fate I deserve?

In the corner, the nightingale still stood quietly, like a most loyal audience member, silently witnessing the drama directed by her master. The broken horn looked even more ferocious in the dim light.

El's movements did not slow down at all; on the contrary, they became more violent and rapid. He leaned down, his burning chest pressed against Gamma's smooth back, his hot breath spraying behind her sensitive ear.

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath coming in a soft whisper, "Are you feeling it, Lady Gama? You seduced me first. Don't rush, there's plenty of time. We have time to savor this wonderful feeling, don't we?"

“It’s not pleasant at all!” Gamma finally couldn’t hold back and exclaimed. “I only feel pain! Humiliation!”

Her sexual pleasure was still lingering in Satella's hand, not yet returned.

Just then, she felt the violent assault from behind reach its peak, and a torrent of scalding heat erupted deep within her body…

El let out a long sigh and said, "You're trying to test my skills." His movements slowed down, no longer the violent thrusts of before, but a slow and deep grinding and pumping motion.

Each thrust was purposeful, as if meticulously measuring every inch of her softness.

"Pain? This is the first time I've heard such a comment from a woman I've slept with. However, I will make you feel the joy of being a woman."

“Nonsense!” Gamma shook her head violently. “Impossible! I’ll only feel disgusted! Disgusted with you!”

"Is that so?" El's hands suddenly left the position that was holding her wrists, and one palm precisely grasped one of her full, soft breasts.

His palms were warm, and his strength was merciless as he continued to fondle and knead the buds, his fingertips rubbing heavily against the tips that had already quietly hardened.

"Ah!" Gamma shuddered violently. A completely unfamiliar tingling sensation exploded from her chest and traveled down her spine, making her almost scream.

She struggled desperately to break free, but Al pinned her firmly to the sofa.

"Look at you here, it's so beautiful." El gently tugged at the sensitive protrusion that was already engorged and erect with blood between his fingers. "It's much more honest than your little mouth."

He deliberately used his knee to pry open her knees, making the slow and deep intrusion more unimpeded, precisely grinding over a hidden sensitive spot inside her body that she herself had never truly understood.

Gamma bit her lower lip hard and soon tasted blood. "How dare you... how dare you insult me ​​like this! I'm going to tell Satella! I'll put you in jail!"

“Lord Gamma?” El chuckled. Every kneading and every thrust at a different angle stimulated her most sensitive areas. Under his manipulation, the sexual pleasure that should have been “kept” by Satella and belonged to her was now as if a crack had been forcibly torn open, and was poured back into her senses in a twisted, painful, yet irresistible way.

"Haven't you noticed that these two sentences are contradictory?"

"No...stop now...please..." Her voice changed, no longer an angry accusation, but a lewd and obscene plea, almost a mournful pleas that even she herself despised.

"Stop?" El's movements became more violent again, each thrust carrying the force of trying to penetrate her, causing her body to bounce helplessly on the sofa. "Lady Gamma, you weren't like this in the hallway just now. You were kneeling at my feet like a bitch in heat, rubbing your face against my legs... Isn't that the culprit that caused our relationship to turn out like this?"

Every word he uttered was like a whip lashing at Gamma's bleeding pride, leaving her utterly speechless.

At the same time, he gripped her breasts even tighter, while his other hand slid down her smooth back, covering her buttocks that were forced up and enduring violent impacts, kneading them wantonly.

The physical stimulation and the psychological humiliation collided and merged violently within Gamma's body like two raging torrents. The twisted pleasure of being forcibly pried open was like a leech clinging to her bones, eroding her already faltering will along with the pain of losing her virginity and intense shame.

She could clearly feel the changes within her body against her will—that damned wetness and contraction, each one like a response to El's violation, each one making her more desperate.

"Ugh... Ahh~" Broken moans finally escaped uncontrollably from between her tightly clenched lips, no longer purely of pain, but mixed with a pleasurable tremor that even she herself couldn't understand. Her body began to spasm uncontrollably.

"Finally felt it?" El's voice carried the pride of a victor. "That was no easy feat."

"Mmm~" Gamma's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, offering a shameful surrender to her abuser.

El chuckled softly. His movements escalated to a frenzied peak once more; he said nothing more, only thrusting his full strength into her buttocks.

Gamma's consciousness was tossed about by an intense sensory storm and extreme shame. She felt like a small boat that had completely lost control in a raging storm, about to be swallowed and crushed by a whirlpool called "El".

Just as she was on the verge of complete collapse, her unfocused pupils seemed to catch a glimpse of a silent shadow in the corner.

The nightingale remained standing, its empty eyes seeming to pierce through the dim light, staring directly at her most wretched and humiliated state. That gaze was no longer merely indifference; it carried a hint of… pity.

It was this sliver of sympathy that, like the last straw, completely broke Gamma.

With a deep, satisfied roar from El, another torrent of hot fluid erupted deep within her body.

At the same time, Gamma's body arched upwards suddenly, letting out a short, sharp cry, before collapsing completely.

She felt him pull away, smearing the thick, viscous liquid on her back as if it were an insult, and also on her completely shattered dignity.

Chapter 123 Shattering and Reconstruction

El leaned to one side, radiating a post-coital languor. He casually patted Gamma's arm with his fingertips, a gesture of soothing comfort, but his gaze drifted downwards, watching the warm bodily fluids he had left behind trickle down the inside of her smooth thighs.

To be honest, such a succubus can only be seen when entangled with human women or mixed-race individuals—succubi always absorb all traces of these pleasures, never letting go of a single bit of life energy.

However, in this ambiguous atmosphere, Gamma, having been freed, suddenly regained clarity of mind.

Satella clearly took away her "sexual pleasure," a fact she herself admitted. So, she should have only felt pure pain during El's violation, just as she had said at the beginning, but in that final moment… how exactly did that overwhelming, irrational pleasure break through the blockade of Satella's "jealousy" authority?

All the coincidences and suspicious clues instantly connected in her mind, pointing to a chilling answer. Her unfocused pupils suddenly contracted, and the immense shock and enraged rage instantly overwhelmed the lingering afterglow of her orgasm.

The great sin: Lust!

"Ah—!" Gamma let out a scream that was not human, a mixture of pain and rage. She struggled to get up from the sofa, her eyes fixed on the seemingly unaffected El, then pounced like a leopard, grabbing his neck tightly and pressing her shapely legs down on his waist. "You damned bastard!"

"It was you...it was you who did it...right?!" Her voice was distorted with extreme anger. "It was all your doing! What did you do to me?! What are your motives?! I'll kill you!"

However, she couldn't bring herself to pinch him no matter what she did.

No matter how burning her anger, how overwhelming her hatred, or how desperate she was to tear the man who tormented, toyed with, and defiled her to pieces, the deep-rooted restraint in her soul, the inviolable absolute command of the "lust" authority, ruthlessly forbade her from any action that might cause substantial harm to her master.

Her fingers tightened in vain. With her sixth-level strength, which was enough to crush rocks, she couldn't even make him feel a slight sense of suffocation.

Her body had completely betrayed her will. The helplessness and despair of a slave were vividly displayed at this moment.

El raised his hand, silently stopping Nightingale from stepping forward.

His eyes were calm and unwavering, allowing the emotionally distraught Gamma to grip his neck tightly with both hands without even making a defensive gesture. He slightly turned his head and spoke in a gentle tone: "I have great respect for you, Lady Gamma, and I understand your anger at this moment."

Then, his fingertips gently brushed against the back of her hand, which was clenched tightly around his neck. "But, my dear, you were the one who chose to be my enemy first. Do you expect me to surrender and offer my neck for execution? There is no such logic in this world."

"Me...be your enemy?" She laughed bitterly, almost spitting out the words through clenched teeth. "I'm doing this for the Empire! To stop you, this manipulative demon!"

“Coincidentally, I’m also doing this for the Empire.” El’s voice was as soft as a sigh. “As for manipulating people’s hearts? I was just using the authority I had, no different from other great sinners using their power. Greed even uses living people to refine gold, why don’t you arrest her? You accuse me, but turn a blind eye to the evil deeds of other great sinners, is that fair? Or is it just because you think I’m easier to bully?”

"Soliciting nonsense!" Gamma's voice rose sharply. "They did bad things, and you did bad things too! Even if your crimes are less serious than theirs, that doesn't change the despicable nature of your actions! You defied women's will, defiled their chastity, and used this damned power to force me to do such filthy and obscene things for you..."

"Someone like you dares to utter the words 'for the empire'?!"

El ignored her accusations without even flinching, maintaining his calm demeanor as she straddled his waist. He even slightly adjusted his position, supporting her hips to make her more stable, as if indulging a sulking sex slave.

"Whether I am worthy or not is not for you to decide, but for history and the people to decide." His voice remained gentle. "The fact is, even after I ascended to the throne through what you consider 'despicable' means, I will still do things that are beneficial to the empire."

These words cleverly blurred the lines between "right and wrong" in Gamma's mind, substituting her vehement moral accusations into the practical concepts of "the winner takes all" and "the victor is not to be blamed."

More importantly, she was indeed powerless to stop other heinous crimes. The murder of a few people by virtue of their special status was nothing, and they might not even suffer any real punishment. This in itself is a manifestation of loopholes in the law. If we really want to investigate, Her Majesty the Queen herself has committed war crimes and crimes against humanity...

"As for forcing you," El's hand gently caressed the skin on her waist, which was tense with excitement, his fingertips sending a shiver down her spine. "Would apologizing to you make you feel any better? Actually, you should have felt it yourself..."

El lowered his voice, as if it were seductive: "Your body is exceptionally sensitive, responding so intensely to 'lust.' With just a little guidance, I can gain a wonderful sex slave, who is also a formidable fighting force. It's hard to refuse, isn't it? Furthermore, what I awaken is a part of the primal desires that already exist within you, not the so-called lewdness I impose on you. It's another side of your soul, ignited by my power, a part of your true self."

“I… a part of myself?” she repeated, feeling an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

Could the root of this tragic ordeal actually lie within herself? This is even harder for her to accept than mere assault. It's as if it's saying that such a wretched desire, easily aroused and ignited by lust, was inherently lurking deep within her soul, and could then spiral out of control. And her proud will and perseverance are utterly fragile in the face of this most primal desire.

She suddenly remembered that Satella had said something similar, and immediately retorted, "No! You've all conspired to deceive me! That was clearly the influence of your power! It was a curse you placed on me!"

El shook his head gently. "A curse? No, this is clearly a 'blessing.' It will make you more complete and stronger."

"Also, you said my sister took away your 'pleasure'?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "That's quite surprising, but given her personality and power, she certainly can do that, making you taste only pure pain in your pleasure."

"I must clarify one point: although we have a very close relationship, we did not communicate about this matter beforehand."

“But you must understand,” his voice carried a hint of earnestness, “isn’t pain itself a kind of alternative stimulation?”

"When pain is pushed to the extreme, exceeding the threshold you can bear, it will transform into a kind of ecstasy due to the brain's own protective mechanism."

Gamma understood immediately, almost instantly. "So your power isn't simply about seduction and indulgence," she murmured, as if she had glimpsed the laws of the world. "You can... you can distort perception, leading all intense feelings, whether internal or external, whether joy or pain, to the same result!"

"clever."

How terrifying it would be if this ability were applied to warfare!

Gamma hadn't witnessed firsthand the rampage of the Lustful Demon Army, one of the ten demonic armies under the Queen's command, on the battlefield, but now she fully understood why Her Highness the Princess had tolerated and even condoned the actions of these heinous lords. The answer was simple: compared to the power they represented, what did their crimes amount to?

El tightened his grip on her buttocks, pressing her closer to him. Gamma could clearly feel the change and heat in his body, and her body, despite her inner resistance, still produced a shameful reaction.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and her hands limply closed. El took one of her hands and gently rubbed it against his cheek. "I don't want to talk about grand narratives, but the wheels of time keep turning, and the old order can no longer fully adapt to the new changes. My sins, my personal honor and disgrace, are nothing more than insignificant ripples in the torrent of history. No matter how you see me, I will use my own methods to unite all forces that can be united to build a stronger and brighter empire."

Gamma sensed the unwavering determination in his words, and her proud head finally drooped limply. She slumped down, resting her forehead on El's shoulder. This wasn't because she was convinced, but because she felt a deep-seated weariness and powerlessness.

After experiencing extreme shame, overwhelming anger, and listening to El's grand yet cold "ideal," her spirit seemed to have been completely torn apart.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm tired." Her voice was barely audible.

El felt the body in his arms completely soften, felt her mental exhaustion. There was no triumph in his eyes, only calmness and gentleness. He tightened his arms around her, completely imprisoning her in his embrace, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. "Rest well, my Gamma."

His voice was like the most tender whisper between lovers: "When you wake up, you will become my sharpest sword and my strongest shield, and together we will rebuild this empire."

Gamma didn't answer, but instead let out soft, even snoring in his arms.

Her worldview, everything she had held onto in the past, crumbled completely before the crushing power of El's absolute authority and his self-contained logic. She lost miserably, leaving only this body that had betrayed her, and the "lust" brand deeply rooted in her soul, a brand that would haunt her for eternity.

The nightingale watched the whole thing quietly from the side, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

She knew that from this moment on, the proud and impartial Chief Enforcer, Lord Gamma, was no longer there.

Only the lustful retinue, completely reshaped under the master's "lustful" authority, with indelible marks imprinted on both their souls and bodies... remain.

Chapter 124 Two Wanted Notices

After an unknown amount of time, Gamma slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was El's face so close to hers. She instantly realized that she was curled up in his arms in an extremely intimate position, a position full of subjugation and subservience.

"Ugh..." The next second, she shamefully broke free from his embrace.

El was also awakened by her violent movements, or rather, he had simply been resting with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Awake? How do you feel?" His voice was still gentle, as if nothing untoward had ever happened between them.

Gamma's chest heaved dramatically, her hair plastered messily to her cheeks. She forced herself to straighten her back, striving to maintain the dignified bearing befitting a chief law officer, even though she was naked and his bodily fluids still lingered inside her...

"Thanks to you, I had a nightmare," she said sarcastically.

El didn't seem to care about her cold attitude at all, and even smiled slightly.

"Nightmare? Perhaps. But after waking up, recognizing the current situation and facing reality is the wise thing to do." He reached out, seemingly wanting to help tidy the hair beside her cheek.

Gamma turned her head away, biting her lip, "Don't touch me!"

El's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips just inches from her cheek.

He raised an eyebrow, then withdrew his hand, his tone still gentle, "As you wish."

"However, I must remind you of one thing: we are one. Resisting will only make you suffer."

"I know." The words seemed to be squeezed out from between clenched teeth, carrying a resigned coldness, "But that doesn't mean I have to greet you with a smile."

“I admit that my will has now succumbed to your authority, and I have no way to disobey your orders. But remember, if your orders trample on my principles or defile the laws of the Empire—” she said resolutely, “then what you will get is an obedient walking corpse, not me.”