Succubus Prison

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The actress's low, mournful voice rang out, "She can move even the hardest stone and make the wisest foolish!"

"Mortals, never underestimate the power of the goddess!"

"If you break your initial vow, lust will turn into a raging inferno!"

The audience was immediately drawn to the chanting. The beginning of the story clearly stated that it was about love, betrayal, and revenge.

The beginning is rather cliché: the protagonist was originally a shepherdess, living an ordinary and happy life, but unexpectedly saved a prince.

The plot that follows is almost predictable to everyone, but then comes the turning point: the shepherdess is actually a "divine messenger" of Cupid.

When the handsome prince swore on stage that he would love and be faithful to the shepherdess forever, Satella chuckled, turned to look at her brother, pinched his cheek, and said with obvious teasing, "Do all men say that?"

El smiled helplessly and changed the subject, "But, sister, this 'prince' is obviously a woman disguised as a man. Could this be part of the plot?"

Satella narrowed her eyes, curled her lips into a sneer, and suddenly sneered: "I'm afraid not. There probably isn't a single man left in the troupe these days."

Here we must mention that in the acting industry, actresses occupy the absolute mainstream, both on and off screen.

In comparison, the presence of male actors seems extremely precious.

This is because once a male actor becomes famous because of his looks or acting skills, he may seem to have achieved something, but it is often the beginning of a nightmare.

Those who frequent the theater are mostly high-ranking officials and dignitaries with certain status and position, and most of them are relatively old female succubi. To deliberately expose oneself to their sight is undoubtedly to have a death wish.

Under the current rules of the empire, on the one hand, there is a near-strict control over women's chastity and morality, and on the other hand, there is extreme indulgence and encouragement of men's desires, which is also reflected in this "Romance of Cupid".

After awakening the memories of the goddess of love and gaining divine power, the shepherdess was transformed into a succubus among succubi. The laws of love not only made her appearance more alluring but also gave her the ability to manipulate men's hearts, which touched many of the audience members present.

Satella chuckled, pressing her body even closer to her younger brother. Mimicking a line from the play, she said in the same seductive voice, "Oh, do you prefer my pleasant temperature here to your aloof fiancée—"

It's rare to hear such explicit and desire-filled dialogue in a theater; it certainly has a unique flavor.

"Heh, sister, isn't my fiancée you?" El chuckled, no longer satisfied with just skin-touching and caressing. He leisurely lifted his robe and then pressed his member against her crotch, giving Satella an instant, dizzying pleasure.

"El..." the older sister said softly, panting, "Come in quickly..."

El wasn't surprised at all by her sister's eager reaction; she had wanted to be intimate with her sister since earlier, but had only been barely suppressing her primal urges.

"Sister, you must have been holding back a lot lately," he said softly, as he thrust forward, slowly entering his sister's slightly hot, moist place. He gently pushed in and out, constantly spreading her open. No matter how many times they did it, it was always very tight and very deep.

"Ah!" Satella's hips twitched, her full breasts trembling on her chest, and she murmured, "So good..."

Al shifted his hips, adjusted his position, and used his hands to spread her legs apart, enjoying the pleasure in this position while watching the drama unfold with wide eyes.

On stage, a prince, bewitched by Cupid, is chasing after a shepherdess, abandoning his indifferent fiancée.

This unconventional scene can only be seen in dramas.

El's gaze fell on her sister's face, which was so close to hers. Her bright eyes were filled with undisguised desire and the pleasure of being in control. "Sister, do you think this play will reach its climax first, or will you climax first?"

As Satella was being fucked until her love juices were overflowing, she gripped his arm tightly with her other hand, her nails almost digging into his skin. She turned her head to the side and said breathlessly, "Then... it's up to you."

Chapter 111 One fan can outshine ten haters

Her words were then interrupted by an even more intense impact, turning into a sweet sob. Her pink eyes, hazy with passion, were filled with pleasure as her desire was relieved. She cupped her brother's handsome face and kissed him incessantly. Her full hips rose and fell skillfully, her soft flesh biting his burning heat like countless tiny tentacles. Under her tight and soft touch, words seemed so pale at this moment.

Meanwhile, the drama on stage is reaching its climax, and the prince is currently immersed in the joy that she believes to be true love.

"I'll soak you in sweat sweeter than grape juice, so that you'll remember nothing but my name..."

After the two actresses flirted, they hid behind the set. The female protagonist revealed a section of her calf and her fair little feet, and began to sway them. Finally, she straightened her leg and the instep, forming a perfectly straight line. Only a professionally trained ballet dancer could straighten her leg like that, but her feet were much more delicate and smooth than those of a ballet dancer. This is the so-called advantage of being mixed-race.

Inside the private room, Satella's delicate body swayed slightly as she was overwhelmed by a surge of intense emotion, letting out a long and satisfied sigh. From her beautiful cheeks flushed with rosy hues to the slightly upturned corners of her lips, which held the satisfaction of a full meal, everything exuded a captivating and alluring charm.

“Sister, you won…” El whispered.

Satella didn't respond immediately, but buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. After a while, she raised her head, the desire in her pink eyes now subsided. "Hmm?" Her voice trailed off with a hint of coquettishness. "So, what reward will El give for his sister?"

"The reward... the reward is another round, how about it?"

A smile spread across her lips, her voice sweet as honey, "...Then you sit still, I'll do the work, just focus on watching the show."

"Sister, it's so good to have you by my side," he exclaimed sincerely.

Satella was a little stunned by her brother's sudden confession, but after she came to her senses, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Silly boy." She chuckled softly, her eyes overflowing with affection and tenderness. Then she fell silent, only clenching her hips tightly. One can imagine how intense this stimulation was for El, the fierce sex weaving a symphony of flesh colliding.

……

Meanwhile, on the stage, the prince's fiancée is praying to the goddess of love in the temple. She is prostrate on the floor, her forehead pressed against the ground, "Dear goddess, please help me, please have mercy on me, please save me from all my suffering."

"The loss of my sexual desires has tormented me, and the heartless betrayal of my lover has caused me even more pain. Therefore, I turn to you for help and ask you to save me from my torment."

"Do not send your followers away empty-handed; you are my only hope."

Meanwhile, the "God of Love," who had never appeared, spoke from the void:

"My believer, do you know that a woman's indifference pierces a man's burning heart more than anything else? Do you know that proper, dignified conduct is as pale as paper in the face of a bold and unrestrained pursuit of love?"

"You seek my help to win back your lover? Very well, I grant your wish." Cupid's voice suddenly took on a malicious tone. "I bestow upon you the most ardent desire, I bestow upon you the most superb skills, but you must obtain all of this yourself."

The climax finally arrived. The backstage crew unleashed wind magic, causing the air currents in the theater to suddenly become violent. Then came the "Hand of the Mage," as countless hands tore at the fiancée's clothes—her elaborate and exquisite linen dress, a symbol of her noble status, was grabbed and torn apart by countless invisible hands!

"Shoot-"

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the silent temple. The dress turned into pieces of shreds, which were then swept into the [vortex of flames] and instantly turned to ashes.

The actress knelt on the ground, wearing only a tight-fitting one-piece corset. She hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, and at the same time, the mark of a holy prostitute appeared out of thin air on her bare arm, like a brand of shame.

“From this moment on, you are no longer yourself,” Eros proclaimed. “You are my representative on earth—Aphrodite! Your body is my vessel, your pleasure is my sacrifice, your groans are my hymns.”

The actress slowly straightened her body, which in the play symbolized nudity, and her hands no longer covered her face. She raised her head, looked at the audience, and a broken expression slowly bloomed on her face, a mixture of crying and laughing.

……

Having read some of Charis's autobiography, El himself was deeply moved by this scene. He felt that Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was a whore, not as honest as Charis, the goddess of lust. The divine authority on love that Charis held was nothing more than adultery, and had nothing to do with the purity and beauty of love.

Despite the censorship restrictions that prevented explicit sexual acts or blatant pornography from appearing on stage, viewers with even a basic understanding of history understood the author's implication.

So when the prince's fiancée returned to him with her captivating charm and competed with the shepherdess—who was also the savior of Cupid—El was not surprised. He continued to ejaculate inside his sister's sweet body while watching the plot unfold.

Although the prince was surprised by her transformation and despised her licentiousness, he was still like most men, immersed in her passionate and fiery body. His fiancée told him in poetic language about her experiences as a prostitute, the erotic legends about the temple of the god of love, and the beautiful figures swaying in the flickering candlelight and incense smoke.

Although he hadn't witnessed those scenes firsthand, the prince was overwhelmed by jealousy and the shame of being cuckolded, a combination of immense psychological shock. Compared to his former fiancée, who brought him extraordinary pleasure and excitement, his true love, the shepherdess, seemed utterly bland. The girl hadn't changed at all; she remained as pure as a mountain spring, weaving flower garlands and singing light pastoral songs. It was his mind that had changed.

The prince lingered between the two, undecided.

"Enough! I am the prince, why should I choose? Why can't I have both of you at the same time?" His greedy gaze swept over the curves of their bodies, and he said to the shepherdess, "You are the love of my life!" Then he said to the prostitute, "You have shown me what true happiness is!" "I want both of you! You both belong to me! This is the prince's command!"

However, this completely sealed his fate.

When the shepherdess's fingertips touched the saint's forehead, golden ripples appeared in the pupils of both Cupids simultaneously. The next moment, under the convergence of two golden divine gazes, golden flames ignited on the prince's body. Because he had broken his sacred vow to the goddess of love, divine punishment descended upon him without mercy.

"My half, this boring game, is over." The shepherdess's whisper made the prostitute tremble.

Love has two sides; the mortal love represented by the holy prostitute and the sublime love symbolized by the shepherdess are two sides of the same divine nature.

A soft sigh fell from the heavens, carrying the arrogance of a god looking down upon humanity: "For thousands of years, men have remained just as boring and greedy... I thought there would be a different outcome."

Immediately afterwards, Cupid also left his fiancée's body, leaving behind only a tragic woman who had become a harlot, futilely gathering a handful of ashes.

……

After the show ended, El felt that he had wasted another part of his life. He shouldn't have been curious about the plot because of Sharis; he should have just focused on having sex with his sister.

This is hardly a glamorous love tragedy; it's just a twisted goddess manipulating a man, controlling everything behind the scenes, playing him and his wife like puppets, and then finding an excuse to burn them alive when she's done with them.

To write something like this, it seems the author is completely immersed in their art. Apart from the somewhat entertaining handling of the vulgar and obscene plot, the storyline is utterly absurd. It would be strange if a third-rate playwright could become famous.

However, El thought again that the goddess had taught us that everyone is born with their own purpose. If he were to pay for a few similar plays to be written and then performed in theaters all over the country, wouldn't Aphrodite's reputation be completely ruined?

Chapter 112 The Masquerade of Lust

What follows is a political satire.

"In this world, you either have power or you have money..."

"Power! Supreme power! It sets the rules! It allocates resources! It defines what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'!"

"What a naive declaration, my dear 'Great Dictator'! Profit-seeking and the supremacy of money are the true laws of this world! Without me, how will your 'grand blueprint' be realized? With air?"

The opening remarks set a sharp critical tone; the struggle between money and power is not a novel subject matter.

El gently placed his languid-looking sister on a nearby seat, then stood up and lightly kissed her smooth forehead. "Sister, I have to go now. See you later!"

The gatherings of lust still need him to preside over them.

"Here." Satella persisted, smiling as she pointed to her moist, alluring red lips, her eyes revealing pure love, silently holding El back.

El looked down at his sister. He hadn't really cared about having his life essence drained, since his energy recovery rate was high and he could recover quickly. But tonight was a bit special. His sister was clearly jealous and wanted to cause him some trouble.

He said with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, "You're only allowed to suck a little bit, don't squeeze me dry."

"Hmm, I know." Satella's voice was sweet and soft as she tilted her head slightly. "Although I'm always incredibly jealous, when have I ever really gotten in the way of your plans?"

So El cupped his sister's pretty face and kissed her, feeling his life force being gradually drained away by her. When he felt it was about time, he slowly released his grip on his sister's delicate chin. "Satisfied now?"

Satella slowly opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears and an undisguised smile. "Hmm, not bad... Consider it interest on your frequent infidelity."

She stuck out her small tongue and licked her lower lip lightly with lingering satisfaction, her gaze fixed intently on her younger brother. "Go, my 'Lord of Lust'."

She deliberately emphasized the last title, adding a touch of mystery.

El said no more, straightened up, and instantly suppressed all the boundless indulgence he only showed when facing his sister. As he turned to walk towards the door, he glanced back one last time before disappearing outside, leaving Satella alone sitting there. She ran her fingertips over her soft lips, which she had just kissed and which still seemed to carry her brother's unique scent, and smiled languidly as she began to watch the performance on stage—the embodiment of "capital" had refuted the embodiment of "power," and a deep light flashed in her eyes.

It's ridiculous.

In her view, whoever holds the power is necessarily the beneficiary.

This film, "Power and Profit," should be presented as an absurd comedy.

As for who would fund the performance of such a pointless drama, the answer is self-evident.

……

At Verheim Palace, during the nobles' final ball, a young and beautiful lady slipped away from this grand social occasion and paced back and forth in the corridor. She finally waited for another friend who had also slipped away. They exchanged a knowing glance, and the former lifted her cumbersome skirt to proudly show off her specially chosen flat shoes, while the latter couldn't help but let out a suppressed chuckle.

Just as they were about to sneak away together, they were stopped by a familiar female elder, who asked, "What are you going to do if you sneak out like this?"

Like two startled fawns, they timidly asked their elders, "We want to go to the theater. If we hurry now, we should still be able to see Catherine's performance..."

After receiving official permission, the girl eagerly grabbed her best friend and practically ran towards the palace exit.

This elopement-like scene unfolded at various balls in the capital, while the older women appeared more composed and unhurried in comparison.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the ballroom.

The highly respected Countess Carlotta, her brow slightly furrowed, gently pressed a lace handkerchief to her forehead. She gave the gentlemen surrounding her a perfectly timed yet slightly weary elegant smile: "Ah, please forgive me, I'm not feeling well... I'm afraid I need to rest."

She nodded gracefully in apology, declined the offer of company, and walked slowly alone toward the side gate leading to the royal gardens.

However, after walking a distance and arriving at a secluded corner, the slight frown caused by "discomfort" instantly relaxed. She straightened her back, her fatigue vanished, and was replaced by an almost girlish excitement.

Her most trusted personal maid had been waiting for a long time. The countess quickly took off all her jewelry and handed it to the maid. Then she used magic to disguise herself, changed her hair color, changed her dress, and put on black stockings. The maid silently handed her a ball mask decorated with precious feathers.

She didn't say anything, but nodded to the maid, then quickly and precisely put the mask on her face, lifted her heavy skirt, and nimbly walked towards the carriage outside.

The Countess happened to bump into one or two other figures who were also hurrying along, disguised and walking with their heads down. They tacitly avoided talking to each other, leaving only the rustling of skirts and the fragrance mixed with excitement and tension in the air.

Soon, several carriages, their family crests concealed, carried the true "heroines" of the night, silently departing from the decadent pleasure quarters of Verheim Palace and disappearing into the deeper darkness of the capital. They sped towards that secret place that existed only in whispered conversations and on invitations, while the vast palace behind them remained shrouded in laughter and merriment, completely unaware that a group of beautiful guests had already collectively "defected."

These ladies and noblewomen, who came from all corners and for various reasons, whether alone or in groups, rushed from all directions and eventually converged on the underground of the Dionysian Theatre like rivers flowing into the sea.

Although the various masks on their pretty faces concealed their true appearances, they could not hide the shared excitement and curiosity in their eyes.

Some of them were experiencing it for the first time at the urging of their best friends, and seemed a little reserved. Others had already attended two gatherings without fail and were familiar with the process, so they smiled and waved to the guide as a greeting.

"Nightingale," this former intelligence officer and underground worker, is familiar with many secret passages and even palaces in the capital. After being recruited by El, she began to assist Nina in preparing for the gathering and acted as a guide.

Young ladies and noblewomen filed in, numbering fourteen or fifteen, with succubi and half-breeds making up the majority, and pure-blooded humans being few and far between.

However, at the turn of the narrow staircase leading to the lower level, the atmosphere became somewhat stagnant.

Miss Madeleine, a mixed-race beauty known for her arrogance and sharp tongue, happens to run into her mortal enemy, Miss Ronica, whom she would recognize even if she were reduced to ashes. They are walking at the back of the line, but they get into a dispute over such a trivial matter as who should go in first.

The fact that they were invited at the same time shows that the organizer, Nina, acted out of pure malice.

They had been at odds at the same ball not long ago, but now they were heading to the same secret society. Their eyes met in mid-air, and they instantly recognized each other. Then, a look of surprise and disgust flashed across their faces.

"Hmph, you little slut." Madeleine raised her chin, her tone as sarcastic as ever. "You can't stand the loneliness and boredom of being a virgin either?"

Ronica sneered, quickly regaining her composure after the unexpected encounter, and retorted, "Likewise, it seems you've reached the age where you should find a fiancé?"