Succubus Prison

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As they walked, the master and apprentice arrived at the edge of the town's central square, where they saw the Adventurers' Guild's iconic building and a huge notice board.

At that moment, several adventurers were gathered there, whispering among themselves, their faces showing a hint of seriousness.

"Looks like we have a new mission."

Meneville naturally noticed the commotion over there as well. She grabbed El's wrist and walked over briskly. "Come on, let's see what kind of request it is."

As he approached, El's gaze fell upon the newly posted mission request in the center of the notice board.

Urgent Request: Investigate the Eye of the Storm

Risk level: Level IV

Posted by: The Hague Town & Adventurers' Guild

Request details: Yesterday, an unusually powerful magical beast fluctuation was observed, accompanied by a dragon roar. It is initially suspected that the "King of the Water Tribe," who has been missing for five years, has returned. We now need to organize an exploration team, requiring experienced and powerful senior adventurers, preferably adventurers of the Adamantite level or above, to enter the core area of ​​the Eye of the Storm as much as possible to conduct preliminary exploration and gather intelligence.

Reward: Depends on the value of the intelligence brought back; the base reward is 5000 gold sola, with no upper limit.

After reading the notice, El fell into thought. There was no doubt that this was an operation targeting Melona. Was it necessary to warn her? It didn't seem to pose much of a threat to her, but if used properly, it might help her clear her name as a monster.

Meneville stood beside him, having also finished reading the notice. She turned her head slightly to look at El and said with a faint smile, "You said we came at the wrong time, but we came at the perfect time. The opportunity to earn some extra money has come."

El looked at the teacher, "You mean?"

“That’s right, go ahead,” Meniver pointed with her delicate chin to the slightly ajar door of the Adventurers’ Guild not far away. El immediately understood and stepped forward to tear down the notice.

Chapter 157 An Interlude During the Voyage

El's action of tearing down the notice was so swift and decisive that it drew surprised glances from the surrounding adventurers.

Soon, they were invited into the reception room by the guild's receptionist for routine registration and questioning.

“You two look unfamiliar; you probably aren’t locals.” A bespectacled receptionist scrutinized the pseudonyms on their registration form. “Ms. Merlin and Mr. Fugen, right? Could you please show us your adventurer badges?”

El shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm not an adventurer, so I don't have that kind of thing. I'm just here to carry the teacher's luggage."

"So, you're still an apprentice, right?"

"You're not even an adventurer, so what kind of quests are you taking?" The receptionist was speechless for a moment, then glanced at Meniwell beside her. The latter was dressed as a ranger, but claimed to be a spellcaster.

“As for my badge, it was melted down during a mission to exterminate Balrogs years ago. Since it’s not usually used, I’ve never replaced it,” Menivel said at the right moment. “However, the name Merlin and his adventure rank from back then should be recorded at your guild’s headquarters. You can check it out.”

Upon hearing the words "Baro Flame Demon" for the first time in a long time, the receptionist immediately realized that the woman in front of her might be someone special. She dared not be negligent and hurriedly went to consult her superiors to prepare to check Merlin's file.

But instead of her returning, the master and apprentice were greeted by the guild leader, a middle-aged warrior with a stubble beard. He adopted a respectful demeanor, and even had beads of sweat on his forehead. "Indeed, there is a record. Archmage Merlin, please come with me."

……

Three days later, a thin mist enveloped the docks of The Hague.

The Sea Serpent was a medium-sized two-masted sailing ship with a sturdy hull bearing the marks of years of battling wind and waves. Its captain, Abbotton, was a burly and valiant man.

Besides El and Meniver, there were three other adventurer teams on this trip, totaling more than a dozen people.

One group in particular stood out, led by a handsome young knight who appeared to be in his early twenties, with blond hair and blue eyes. He wore gleaming silver armor, a magnificent knight's sword at his waist, and exuded an air of nobility.

He was accompanied by two teammates: one was a tall and hot red-haired female mage, and the other was a gentle female priest in a white priest's robe with clear and soft eyes.

Knight, Mage, Priest – a classic trio.

The young knight named Leonardo seemed to have received some advance notice. As soon as he boarded the ship, he began to inquire about Menivel. He learned from others that she was enjoying the breeze on the deck, so he immediately came over and was captivated by Menivel, who was standing by the ship's railing with her golden hair blowing in the sea breeze.

He straightened his appearance and walked straight up.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Archmage." Leonardo bowed slightly, displaying impeccable aristocratic manners. "I am Leonardo, a Grand Knight from the Lion Territory in the Northern Border of the Empire. Forgive my intrusion, but my companions and I have traveled here and heard of a heroic adventurer, so we have come to pay our respects. I must say, on this voyage filled with unknown dangers, to meet such an elegant and powerful lady as yourself is truly a blessing from the goddess. I wonder if I may have the honor of inviting you to sit down for a chat..."

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Meniver's eyes were calm and her voice was cold. "The wind was too strong, I didn't hear anything."

Upon hearing this, Leonardo knew that his mentor was deliberately making excuses for him, but he was not discouraged at all. As a strong person, he should have his own pride. He repeated himself and then began to talk at length about his knightly creed, the glory of his family in the past, and his understanding of the importance of this mission, such as protecting the country and its people. He tried to use this to show his courage and ambition in front of the legendary Merlin, so as to gain her favor and guidance and establish unparalleled achievements like those of heroes.

Al stood to the side with his arms crossed, feeling quite disgusted to be honest.

If it weren't for the fact that the teacher was still present, he would have immediately activated [Beelzebub's Touch] and sent this guy who appeared out of nowhere off the ship to eat shit.

His gaze passed over Leonardo and landed on his two teammates.

The red-haired female mage crossed her arms and watched Leonardo fawn over a strange, mature woman. Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if she were somewhat displeased. Meanwhile, the black-haired female priest stood quietly to the side, her expression gentle and her face smiling, seemingly full of goodwill towards everyone.

"Tsk, two virgins," El thought to himself. Because this guy's blatant flattery and fawning over his teacher had disturbed his and his teacher's private time, he felt very unhappy. A despicable thought quickly formed in his mind. He decided to teach this guy a lesson he would never forget, and also kill some time during the boring sea voyage.

The first two days after setting sail were calm and peaceful.

The captain and crew skillfully steered the "Sea Serpent," its bow cleaving through the azure sea as it headed towards the legendary, terrifying eye of the storm. Their destination this time was only the outer area; as long as they proceeded with caution, they were unlikely to be lost forever.

There was little entertainment on the ship, so most of the adventurers stayed in their rooms, meditating and conserving their energy to better prepare for the battles that might follow. The atmosphere gradually became more tense as they approached their destination.

That night, the female fire mage named Kalia, feeling depressed, leaned against the ship's railing alone, gazing at the starry sky in a daze.

Seeing that the opportunity had come, El quietly appeared not far from her, without initiating a conversation or looking at her, but simply gazing silently into the distance.

"This sea may seem calm, but it hides countless dangers. A giant octopus tentacle might just reach out and pull you down." Kalia finally broke the silence, jokingly threatening El.

Influenced by the reproductive laws of lust, both succubi and human women consider El a high-quality mating partner and have a natural affinity for him. When he and Melona truly unite, the dragon women will also develop a certain degree of affinity for him.

El was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. "Thank you for reminding me."

Kalia turned to look at him and said softly, "I remember you were Lord Merlin's attendant?"

El nodded. "That's right."

Kalia's lips curled into a faint smile: "I say, you're a man too, and you spend every day together, so do you have those kinds of thoughts about the mistress?"

Al thought to himself, "This woman is really bold, and quite spicy."

He began to put on his superb acting skills, pretending to be a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you know best in your heart." Kalia chuckled. "I didn't mean to make fun of you. Actually, in some ways, we should be the same kind of people. How about it, other men are showing off their charm to the woman you have a crush on, and you can only watch helplessly. Doesn't that make you feel uncomfortable?"

The power of lust amplified Kalia's negative emotions. Although she had never liked Leonardo, she was naturally unhappy to see her teammate, who had fought alongside her, suddenly abandon her to chase after other girls. Moreover, the strange aura emanating from El was like the most potent aphrodisiac, making her want to get closer to him.

Hooked!

El took the initiative, "So, you like that lion knight?"

Upon hearing this, Kalia felt a surge of resentment at being ignored for no reason these past few days. She sneered, "Like my ass! I'm just really annoyed. We might be facing a battle soon, and that guy Leon isn't thinking about teamwork or getting along with us. He's only concerned with satisfying himself and treating us like disposable tools. I really misjudged him before!"

She gazed at El's handsome face so close to hers, those deep eyes that seemed to devour her soul. Her body instinctively craved him, while at the same time, she felt waves of dizziness and heat, but she could only suppress them in her heart, with nowhere to vent them. It was so painful.

"You..." Kalia's voice trembled, carrying an unusual quality she herself was unaware of, "Aren't you asleep yet, so late?"

"I can not sleep."

Why not try seducing him? The lustful voice, like the whisper of an ancient god, echoed in Kalia's heart.

So she mustered her courage, gently took El's hand, and lowered her head slightly, "Would you like to try the body temperature of a fire mage, a temperature that can drive you completely mad? Tonight, in my cabin, I'll be waiting for you. It's my first time, but you can be a little wild..."

The power of lust had reached its peak, and control was complete. Kalia's memories of Lionel blurred instantly, leaving only her adoration for her master before her. An unprecedented, intense urge of lust completely overwhelmed her. She practically fled back to her cabin, waiting and anticipating. Although El hadn't agreed, Kalia knew he would come tonight, because her teacher had once told her that no man could resist a perfect, warm vagina at forty degrees Celsius…

Chapter 158 The Story of Blasphemy

The next day, Kalia appeared before El with dark circles under her eyes, glaring at him angrily.

When no one was around, she grabbed him and whispered, "Why didn't you come to my room last night?"

El gently shook off her hand, revealing an enigmatic smile.

In his mind, sleeping with his teacher was naturally more important, even if they did nothing, it would be more enjoyable than having a one-night stand with a woman he had just met.

However, the plan will continue to be implemented.

El's second target was the gentle female priestess, Bella. She seemed to have some succubus blood, but her background did not affect her faith. At the same time, she was also the only healer and priestess in Leonardo's party. She herself had almost no opinion on Leonardo's recent performance, because she had already dedicated everything to the goddess and naturally would not care too much about those worldly desires.

To be honest, this was the first time for El to have a clergyman fall into depravity. It was difficult as it was, but he also knew very well that all he had to do was to let her release the female instincts that had been suppressed in her heart for so long.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. On the morning of the fourth day, Bella was alone in a relatively quiet corner of the stern deck, praying softly to a small statue of a saint. The sea breeze rustled her hair and priest's robe.

El walked over seemingly unintentionally and listened quietly for a while.

"Goddess above, may all on earth honor your name as high. May your kingdom come. May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Forgive our sins, as we forgive the sins of others. Lead us not into trouble, but deliver us from evil. To you be all virtue, power, and glory in the world, forever and ever."

“Miss Pastor, are you praying for everyone in case of the danger that may be coming?” El asked softly.

Bella opened her eyes and saw that it was El. A gentle smile appeared on her face. "Yes, Mr. Fugen, I was indeed praying to the goddess just now, asking her to bless us so that we could arrive safely and return safely."

“The goddess has mercy on mankind.” El casually agreed, sitting down not far from her, his gaze calmly fixed on the sea. “I wonder if you have time now, and would like to listen to a story I’m about to tell you?”

Bella paused for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Of course, it's my duty."

Al then told her a story recorded in the Desire Sutra.

“I know a girl, a nun as devout as you, or to be precise, a succubus nun who was once incredibly devout.”

"She also served the supreme goddess. During her time at the seminary, she prayed day and night and worked hard to learn holy magic, striving to purify impurities and drive away evil in the future. No pain, no gain. By the time she graduated, her holy magic was so pure that it shone brightly. However, unfortunately, as a succubus, she was born with another power flowing in her body—dark magic. The conflict between the two completely different powers made her suffer every day."

Upon hearing this, Bella's breathing quickened involuntarily; the story El told her was practically a true reflection of her past.

"But no one expected that she would find a way to vent, or rather, a lewd ritual that even the most lewd and vile succubi might not dare to try."

Unbeknownst to her, El moved very close to Bella, his voice low, which made the latter feel a sense of intimacy from sharing forbidden knowledge.

“Every weekly feast day, while all the believers kneel in the church in devout prayer, she would remain alone in the most sacred and inviolable inner sanctuary, before the idols…”

Bella's heart was pounding, and an unnatural blush began to rise on her cheeks. An ominous premonition made her want to run away, but her limbs seemed to have a mind of their own, desperately wanting to know what would happen next.

“…Shedding that white robe symbolizing purity.” A glint of purple light flashed in El’s eyes. “Lying naked on the cold, hard altar, then she will summon…”

He paused for a moment, "Of course, it's not about summoning the Holy Spirit, but about summoning the most filthy and twisted abyssal tentacle demons, not just one, but a whole swarm. During the ritual, those filthy, slippery, and blasphemous tentacles will continuously emerge from the summoning circle specially drawn below the altar, and she will reward and seal these vile demons with her own body."

Bella gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably. Just listening to El's account, she felt as if she were witnessing that incredibly blasphemous scene firsthand—a sacred altar, a naked female body, and a filthy tentacle demon. The intense contrast and the resulting mental shock made her feel dizzy.

Goddess, what a grave sin this is!

“They will entwine around her body.” El still had no intention of letting her go, describing the nauseating details according to the records in the Desire Sutra: “Those tentacles covered with suckers will secrete a kind of sticky substance containing aphrodisiacs, and they will cling tightly to every inch of her skin, writhing, rubbing, and exploring wildly, ravaging every sensitive and delicate part of her body on the sacred altar. It is disgusting, but it will bring a strange pleasure and satisfaction.”

"Those irrational, ugly creatures will ruthlessly violate her. When the prayers of the believers outside reach their climax, and the holy light shines through the stained-glass windows into the hall, that is the moment when she is simultaneously pierced, filled, and stretched to her limit by countless tentacles of the abyss. Those all-pervasive tentacles will simultaneously insert into every fleshy opening that can accommodate her, even forcibly prying open and creating new entrances and exits."

"And the most wonderful part is that, during the entire ritual, accompanied by the most thorough blasphemy, at the same time as she reaches the ultimate climax, she can see the goddess statue above casting a compassionate gaze, as if that supreme being is lovingly watching her body that has been played with to the point of being unrecognizable. This will make her even more excited, and the climax will come even more violently!"

After hearing this, Bella completely broke down, stopped thinking, her face flushed with a sickly redness, her breathing rapid as if she were having an asthma attack, and her hand holding the icon trembled incessantly.

This story of jealousy, obscenity, and evil is like a sharp scalpel, dissecting and magnifying the "unfamiliar organs"—knowledge of taboos, blasphemy, pain, and pleasure that she had never dared to imagine before—and presenting their bloody structures before her eyes.

Moreover, the most terrifying aspect is that the image of the succubus nun, who is extremely depraved in the story, resonated horribly with her own perceptions, instantly devouring her will.

She even began to lose sight of the boundaries between reality and illusion, as if she had been possessed and taken over.

This is the "sublimated" El, who, with just language, brought a strong sensory impact and psychological suggestion to the woman, forcibly destroying the mental defenses she built with faith, and planting the seeds of distortion, chaos and blasphemy.

She felt her legs go weak, and a series of unfamiliar sensations began to rise from deep within her body. She looked at El with a hazy yet respectful gaze, carrying a blind obedience that she herself could not understand.

"The story is over. Goodbye, my dear." Al smiled slightly, stood up, and left without looking back.

Bella watched his retreating figure, then collapsed to the ground, panting. The statue fell from her limp hands. She knew that something within her had completely gone out of control.

Chapter 159 Accusations, Confessions, and Self-Sacrifice

On the fifth day of the voyage, at dusk, we were quite close to our destination.

Meneville stood at the bow of the ship, her long, pale golden hair fluttering in the wind. She closed her eyes, not in meditation, but in conversation with her nymph sisters in the ocean—they told her in detail about what Meneville had done these past few days, which made her heart sink completely.

Night fell quickly, and Meniver returned to her cabin. Without knocking, she pushed the door open and entered. El was sitting on the edge of the bed, polishing his seemingly ridiculous but actually indestructible [Beginner Wooden Sword].

Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw the teacher's pretty face, which showed a mixture of disappointment and worry.

"Teacher, what happened?" He pretended not to know, trying to cover it up.

Menneville closed the door behind her, shutting out the inside from the outside.

"Stop pretending, I already know." Meniver's voice was very soft. "Those two girls, what good things have you done to them these days? Do I need to tell you for me?"

El was silent for a few seconds, then put the wooden sword back into his backpack and chuckled dryly, "Since you already know, there's no need for me to repeat myself."

Menneville took a step closer to him and demanded, "You brat, tell me, why? They have done nothing to you! That Leonardo is just a clown. Is it worth using such despicable means to retaliate against him and drag innocent people into this? This is not like you at all. Where has your chivalry gone? Or was it all an act before, and this is the real you?"

Faced with the teacher's heartbroken questioning, the usual composure on El's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a long-suppressed irritability.

"Not worth it? Teacher, do you know how I feel every day when I see that damn idiot circling around you? What makes him so special? What is he anyway? Why can he express his admiration for you so freely and use that clumsy rhetoric to attract your attention? To be honest, if it weren't for your feelings, I would have thrown him overboard and fed him to the sharks long ago."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "To avoid disappointing you, and to maintain my so-called chivalry and gentlemanly conduct, I can only stand by and watch, like an incompetent husband! Besides, those two women aren't innocent either. Since they're Leonardo's teammates, they should all be punished. Taking them away and watching his clueless stupidity will give me more satisfaction than killing him outright! This is the price he has to pay for his audacity in approaching you, my dear teacher!"

Meniver looked at him helplessly and sneered, "So, according to you, it's all my fault? Because I didn't drive him away immediately, which made you jealous, and that led to all the things that happened afterward?"