Succubus Prison

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[Gender: Female]

[Race: Elemental Dragon]

[Level: Lv.77 (Weak)]

[Affection Level: Hatred]

"My lord, please look, this is the ultimate challenge of our Water Dragon Paradise—Merona. She is our most proud star performer, and it is said that she is a descendant of the legendary dragon god Bahamut. Because she overestimated herself and went against the greedy Lord, she was captured by the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the sea and locked up here. Later, the warriors will challenge her here. If they can defeat her, they will not only receive rich spoils, but the one with the most merit (actually the one who paid the most money) will also win the supreme honor of spending a romantic night with the top 'princess' of the paradise."

These words stirred up a memory in El's heart. He still clearly remembered the fairy tale his mother had told him when he was a child: There were originally two moons in the sky, but one of them was not a moon, but a giant egg. This egg absorbed the sun's light and heat, and then hatched the dragon god Bahamut. He was so big that human eyes could not reach him. He was also so ferocious, unreasonable, and so hungry that he wanted to swallow the whole world.

However, despite being such a brutal dragon god, after witnessing the supreme creator goddess, he fainted. When he awoke, three days and three nights had passed. Bahamut was subdued and became a dragon god of the good and lawful alignment. He carried the goddess's divine kingdom on his back and roamed the divine realm. Therefore, he was also known as the "Guardian Dragon of Paradise Mountain".

The descendants of the Dragon God have fallen to such a state.

After exiting his memories, El calmed himself down and then joked with a smile, "Playing this big, aren't you afraid of scaring your guests into impotence?"

The female assassin seemed oblivious to his earlier unease, smiling as she continued, "Yes, indeed, occasional little mishaps do occur." She then pointed to several priests in heavy robes and spellcasters holding golden staffs, standing ready at the edge of the arena. "However, we have a professional team to ensure our guests' safety."

Just then, a horn sounded from the center of the field.

The guests, dressed as "dragon slayers," set off menacingly toward the dragon's lair behind the waterfall, guided by villagers who were also succubi.

"It's about to begin!" the female assassin whispered, her tone tinged with a hint of excitement as she watched the spectacle unfold.

As the noisy adventurers stepped into the attack range, Melona, ​​the gatekeeper boss, suddenly raised her enormous head, and her golden vertical pupils instantly burst forth with a terrifying ferocity. Even from a distance, one could feel a suffocating dragon's might spreading out as if it were a tangible force, causing the group to visibly falter, their excitement and bravery instantly replaced by fear.

"Prepare to suppress!" The staff member on the sidelines shouted immediately upon seeing this, his golden staff emitting a strong light as he pointed it at the collar around her neck.

The runes on the collar suddenly lit up, and Melona let out a painful roar. Her massive dragon body trembled violently from the intense pain, and the chains rattled.

Seeing this, the "dragon-slaying warriors" became bolder and charged forward with strange cries.

"Evil dragon! Die!" The leader, barely managing to hold on, raised his ornate two-handed greatsword and roared.

A group of people were tapping and banging on the dragon's tough scales with soft rubber weapons, making comical noises, like they were playing house. Some even tried to use the dragon-climbing technique, but ended up flying into the air. This is the ugly spectacle of the katana-wielding warriors.

Melona angrily shook her head, trying to avoid the harassment of these ants. To be honest, she would rather die in battle than continue to be a greedy prisoner, subjected to such continuous humiliation for years on end.

El sighed softly, deciding not to watch any longer, and turned to leave.

The female assassin kindly reminded him, "Sir, you still have plenty of time to play. Please choose the scene you would like to experience later."

"This is also the main selling point of our store. You can choose different scenes and roles according to your own preferences. We believe that our actors will definitely meet your needs."

"Oh, really? What if I wanted a dragon?"

The female assassin chuckled and said, "That makes sense. We've made preparations in this regard. We can find a group of succubi to play the role of half-dragon maids for you. I guarantee we can gather all five dragons."

"What if I like whipping and disciplining? I mean, hitting other people."

"Yes, that's possible. It's just a regular feature. Apart from the 'princess,' you can beat or abuse any character in bed, as long as you leave them alive."

Upon hearing this, El sneered inwardly, but his smile remained undiminished. "You guys are really professional." Then, as if deliberately trying to make things difficult, he asked, "If I wanted a corpse, could you arrange that for me?"

“This…this,” the female assassin’s pupils contracted slightly, and she felt sweating profusely for the first time. She pursed her lips and said, “If you like necrophilia, why don’t you try Sleeping Beauty? I guarantee the experience will be no different from that of a corpse.”

“The body is cold.” El shook his head, reaching out to her plump buttocks encased in leather pants, stroking the round, pert mound, and giving it a hard squeeze, deliberately trying to scare her, “How much is your body worth?”

"Ah!" the female assassin cried out in alarm, struggling to dodge and fleeing in a panic.

El snorted and seized the opportunity to look for a way to go directly from the back to the Dragon's Nest.

Backstage was a completely different world, filled with all sorts of succubi, some plump and some slender, dressed in elaborate and gorgeous costumes or light and sheer ones, playing the roles in the script: alluring noblewomen, pure fairies, valiant female warriors... For a moment, jewels and graceful bodies complemented each other, and the sounds of warbling and flirtatious banter rose and fell.

In that instant, it truly felt like stepping into another bizarre and fantastical world.

His appearance immediately drew many curious and surprised glances. A "celestial ranger" clad in leather armor, her curves subtly revealed, spoke first, her voice sweet and seductive: "Honorable guest~" She approached gracefully, bringing with her a fragrant breeze, "Excuse me, are you lost? This is not a place for you." The other prostitutes covered their mouths and chuckled, their eyes gleaming with blatant scrutiny and provocation.

El immediately pulled out a stack of gold vouchers from his pocket. "And now?"

Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the "elf ranger," whose voice became even more alluring, almost dripping with sweetness, "My lord~ what kind of 'companion' would you like to keep you company? We have everything here."

Chapter 136 The Little Succubus Selling Matches

El looked around and, among the many gorgeously dressed people, suddenly spotted a poorly dressed succubus girl (already an adult), carrying a bamboo basket and wearing a red headscarf, looking out of place with her surroundings. So he casually asked, "Is she playing Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?"

A succubus beside her giggled, her ample breasts trembling slightly with her laughter. "You guessed wrong, but you're very close. It's 'The Little Match Girl'."

Upon hearing this, the succubus immediately ran to El, looked up at him, gently tugged at the edge of her leather armor, and pleaded in a soft, sweet voice, her rosy lips slightly pursed, "Kind sir, my grandmother is sick, she is very ill and is about to pass away. Could you please buy me a match? Just one, please."

The deliberately feigned innocence contrasted sharply with the seductive allure of the young succubus, creating an irresistible allure.

"That's interesting, but how do you sell matches one by one? How is this done?"

"Hehe." The little succubus burst into laughter through her tears. She tiptoed closer to El's ear and whispered mysteriously, "Do you really want to know? If you do, come with me."

Al feigned compliance, letting her little hand lead him without resistance. They passed backstage, pushed open an inconspicuous door, and entered a small, pitch-black room.

The door closed silently behind them, completely cutting off outside sound and light, leaving only a thick, impenetrable darkness that even the succubus's innate night vision could not penetrate.

Then, El heard a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against skin, which made one involuntarily imagine a sensual scene of clothes slipping off in the dark.

After a soft scraping sound, the little succubus lit a match, and a small orange-red flame suddenly rose in the darkness.

By the dim light, El could see her figure clearly. She had taken off her shabby coarse cloth dress, leaving only her close-fitting underwear. Although the firelight was weak, it was enough to illuminate a large expanse of her exposed, fair skin. Her collarbones were slender and delicate, extending downwards to a pair of round and adorable snow-white breasts, rising and falling slightly with her breath...

The match burned quickly, and the heart-pounding glimpse lasted only a few seconds before darkness returned.

"The first match is free, but from the second one onwards it will cost 100 gold coins, sir. Would you like to see more?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of El's lips. "100 gold coins? Just for a few more seconds of nudity, isn't that a bit too expensive?"

"It's not just the price of looking, sir~" the little succubus's voice carried a hint of slyness. "There's a surprise price included, and the flame is fleeting, isn't it? It's precisely because it's fleeting that it's so precious, making people want to look at it a little longer. Aren't you curious, don't you want to know what alluring scenery you'll see when the next match is lit?"

El could feel her getting closer to him. After a few seconds of silence, he finally said, almost teasingly, "Hehe, it's still a bit expensive. But I've never seen this kind of trick before. Consider it payment for your creativity."

As she spoke, she took out a gold voucher and handed it over. The little girl succubus quickly snatched it away and let out a satisfied and smug hum.

Immediately following was the faint scraping sound of the second match being pulled out.

The orange flames were reignited, and this time, the light seemed to focus on the area below.

The jump seemed a bit more dramatic. El's gaze was instantly captivated—El pulled out a gold voucher and handed it over. In the darkness, there was a faint sound of the paper being pulled away, and a satisfied and triumphant hum from the little succubus.

Immediately following was the faint scraping sound of the second match being pulled out.

"Crack!"

The orange flames leaped again in the darkness. This time, the light was deliberately guided by her, suddenly pointing downwards and precisely casting a warm, ambiguous halo.

El's gaze fell on that absolute territory. In the firelight, those two slender legs were tightly pressed together, their skin possessing the unique tenderness of a young girl, ultimately outlining a graceful arc at the top. And at the very point where that arc met, the most secret place between the legs, the firelight only sparingly illuminated the edge.

Next, he saw smooth, hairless mounds and two slightly raised, tender outlines, like newly blooming petals, tightly closed, forming a narrow and mysterious slit. Near that slit were shadows that were a little deeper than the surrounding skin.

What's most exhilarating is that, illuminated by the firelight, it faintly gleams with a moist sheen, as if it's brimming with some kind of dewdrop waiting to bloom, carrying a natural, untouched allure.

However, the match burned relentlessly.

Immediately following was the faint sound of the third match being gently pulled out.

"Sir, would you like to continue?" Her voice seemed even more alluring than before. "Another 100 gold coupons, or would you like to buy a whole box? There's a special reward for that."

"No need. Actually, I don't have any prejudice against prostitutes, but if I were to sleep with you, it would be disrespectful to the woman I love."

El's tone was cold, a stark contrast to his previous teasing and playful manner.

"What? What did you say?" The little girl succubus's voice was filled with disbelief.

However, El gave her no chance to react, instantly activating his authority, and she collapsed limply as if struck by electricity.

He reacted swiftly, catching the little succubus's limp body to prevent her from falling to the ground and making a suspicious sound. He then placed her on a simple but actually very comfortable wooden bed and gave her a command in her ear: "Now, start touching yourself, imagine that I am fucking you, and make a sound, the louder the better."

The little girl succubus's body twitched slightly. Then, under the absolute control of her authority, her fingers began to roam over her body, pressing and kneading incessantly. Her voice suddenly rose, turning into a series of desire-filled moans and gasps, tinged with sobs: "Ah! S-sir, slower, please, ah! There, I can't take it anymore, sob sob sob..."

So, under the cover of her convincing performance, the plan began to be carried out.

El moved silently to the door, listening intently. The noise from backstage continued, but there seemed to be no one around for the time being. He gently pushed open the door a crack, confirmed that no one was in the corridor, and then slipped out like a shadow. Guided by the [map], his movements became exceptionally efficient, like a seasoned stalker, nimbly using every blind spot to move quickly, perfectly avoiding everyone's sight along the way.

He soon arrived at a dark, downward-sloping rock passage, where a mixture of damp earth and strong dragon dung wafted towards him.

The faint sounds of a dragon's roar, the rattling of chains, and the boisterous cheers of the guests playing "warriors" could be heard from the other end of the passage.

El moved silently deeper into the cave. The closer he got, the clearer the sound became. Soon, he saw Melona imprisoned again. This angle was right behind the performance area, extremely well hidden, and normally very difficult to spot.

His gaze swept over the restraints binding the dragon, his mind racing to devise a countermeasure. Just then, Melona's nostrils twitched, and her massive head suddenly twisted, as if she had sensed something. Her golden vertical pupils pierced through the dim light, precisely locking onto El's figure in the shadows.

Her pupils suddenly contracted. Seeing his attire, she mistook him for one of the group from before and immediately began to roar angrily. The chains binding her tightened instantly as she struggled, rattling loudly.

El's eyes remained calm, not avoiding the dragon's hostile and ferocious gaze. He simply placed his index finger lightly to his lips, making an elegant gesture of shushing.

Just then, a series of harsh curses suddenly came from outside, "You stinky lizard, what are you yelling about? Quiet down, you bastard!"

Chapter 137 Troublemaker

Accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, a figure appeared in the light and shadow at the entrance of the passage.

It was a middle-aged succubus wearing a leather apron, her face, already showing obvious wrinkles, was full of impatience, and she was carrying a stinking iron bucket in her hand, which was filled with some worthless small fish.

"Seriously, it's so noisy! Isn't it annoying?!"

The succubus dragon tamer approached, cursing and swearing, ignoring Melona's threatening growls, or rather, she was already used to it.

She roughly poured the fish from the iron bucket onto the ground not far in front of Melona with a "splash," splashing some foul-smelling, dirty water onto the noble dragon scales. Melona immediately shook her head in disgust.

"Eat up, you stinking lizard!" The succubus dragon tamer kicked a fish away with her toe, her attitude rude. "You're lucky you even have anything to eat, and you dare complain about how slow it was? Do you really think you're some noble descendant of a dragon god? Bah! You're nothing but a toy for humans to amuse themselves!"

"Wasn't the lesson I gave you last time enough? If you dare to yell again, I'll starve you for another three days and three nights."

Stared intently at by Melona's golden vertical pupils, the succubus dragon tamer was not afraid at all. On the contrary, she even enjoyed the feeling of enslaving a powerful creature. She knew that this giant lizard could not cause any trouble. She spat and said, "Stay put. There are guests coming to conquer you later."

After saying that, she picked up the empty iron bucket, turned around and left without looking back.

In the shadows, El slowly exhaled.

The succubus's appearance just now was perfectly timed, not only temporarily diverting Melona's hatred but also buying him a lot of valuable time to think.

After confirming that the other party had gone far away, he quietly emerged from his hiding place again, calmly meeting Melona's golden vertical pupils that were still burning with anger. He spread his hands casually and said, "Looks like someone has been skimping on your food allowance. Eating only fish won't fill your stomach."

Next, he made an unexpected move, extending his left hand toward Melona's enormous head in an almost soothing gesture, while looking into her eyes and slowly approaching.

Melona let out a warning growl, but did not attack him. The human who suddenly appeared in front of her, or rather, the male succubus, exuded the aura of several gods: the God of Blood, the God of Lust, the God of Wine... In short, he was no pushover.

She didn't understand what this human wanted to do, but his eyes seemed different from those of the others.

El's movements did not falter at all, as if he was certain that with the wisdom of the dragon race, they would be able to detect that he meant no harm.

Even if he were attacked, he was confident he could escape unscathed.

Finally, his fingertips gently touched a huge dragon scale on Melona's cheek. In that instant, her dragon body trembled violently, not from pain, but from a throbbing deep within her soul. This feeling was both strange and abrupt, making her massive body stiffen, and even her growl got stuck in her throat. Only disbelief and astonishment remained in her golden vertical pupils.

The authority of the god of lust? Is he the successor of the god of lust?

El stroked the cold scale a few times before withdrawing his hand and frankly said, "I didn't come here simply to help you escape, Melona. I approached you to use you."

"Greed blocked my way, so I became a troublemaker, or you could call me that."

As he spoke, he picked out some delicious meat from his system backpack and fed it to Melona.

"Eat, just bear with it a little longer." El's voice echoed in the dim dragon's nest, mingling with the sound of the artificial waterfall not far away. "Anger will only drain your strength. Remember this humiliation, and remember the pride in your blood. I will come back soon, and when I do, I will give you a great gift, a gift called 'freedom'."

Having said that, El didn't linger. He retreated silently and quickly disappeared into the shadows without a trace. Melona was left alone in the fishy-smelling darkness, her golden vertical pupils staring blankly in the direction he had vanished.

What had just happened left her confused thoughts like a deep pool plunged into a boulder, unable to find peace.

……

Time passed quietly, and the female assassin who had been terrified by El's perverse sexual fetishes and fled in panic slowly came to her senses and began to search for El's whereabouts with the two succubi.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him emerge from the dimly lit room with "Little Red Riding Hood" in his arms. She stepped forward and said coquettishly, "Guest, you really know how to tease people! You scared the soul out of me!"

She carefully observed El's expression, trying to find a clue in his face.

Al casually released his grip on Little Red Riding Hood, whose head was bowed, her face still flushed and tinged with the afterglow of her previous blush – this was undoubtedly the best proof.

He smiled nonchalantly: "It wasn't entirely a joke."

The female assassin's suspicions were largely dispelled. To be honest, most wealthy people have discerning tastes and strange hobbies. Although this viscount's hobbies were horrifying, they seemed to be within the realm of understanding.

She put on her usual sweet smile again, with a hint of ingratiation: "It's our fault for not being well prepared. If you really have this need, we can help you make the contact and ensure you have no worries. It just takes a little time to prepare."

El waved his hand, looking somewhat disheartened. "Let's forget about it this time. We'll talk about it again when we're in the mood."

"Well then, sir. Where would you like to relax next? We also offer massage services..." the female assassin quickly began to recommend.