Succubus Prison

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"Hey, did you hear? Beru caused trouble again yesterday, complaining that the Golden Palace's cut is too high."

"Huh? Are you crazy? If he doesn't do it, there are plenty of people who will."

"That's right, if I keep pushing, I'm on a hot streak. If I win big, I'll have the protection money."

El looked in the direction of the sound and saw two men who looked like merchants talking in hushed tones. After a moment's thought, he figured out the key point: the shops inside the Golden Palace seemed to be leased out rather than owned by the company. They seemed to be providing space and collecting rent, and it sounded like they would have to pay a high "protection fee." It was a sure-fire way to make money.

Freya nestled in El's arms, her slender white fingers pinching a thin gold disc as she enthusiastically placed her chips on the roulette wheel, marking the "red" squares.

The succubus dealer seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally letting her taste some success first; including her previous wins, she had already made a small profit.

"Red! Red!" Freya muttered to herself, her eyes fixed on the rapidly spinning ivory ball.

The roulette wheel slowly came to a stop, and the ball finally landed in a red numbered square.

The succubus dealer announced the result in a sweet voice: "Red, number 17."

Naturally, some people are happy while others are sad.

Freya couldn't help but exclaim "Yay!" with a giggle, grabbing a handful of gold vouchers and waving them triumphantly in front of El, her eyes sparkling as if she were truly captivated by this decadent and intoxicating atmosphere, as if she had been assimilated by the greedy atmosphere of this land of debauchery.

But in fact, El had already informed her before coming here, so this can only be described as her true self.

"My beautiful lady, your luck is truly enviable."

A sudden voice rang out from the side, and a well-dressed but shifty-eyed middle-aged man approached, his gaze lingering on the pile of gold notes in front of Freya and on El sitting behind her. He said suggestively, "Would you two be interested in playing something more exciting? I happen to know of a gambling game that's just missing two guests..."

Freya chuckled and leaned lazily against El. "More exciting? I'm all for it... but that depends on what my master thinks." She had recently put the decision back to El.

El's eyes turned slightly cold, and he tightened his grip on Freya's slender waist. He knew very well that this person was very likely a broker inside the Golden Palace, trying to lure them into a higher-stakes gambling game to fleece them.

"Oh?" His tone carried the arrogance typical of nobles. "More exciting? How exciting? Betting on gold tickets, or something else?"

The broker chuckled twice: "Sir, what would you like to bet on?"

"I have plenty of money, but I lack happiness."

El picked up a piece from the pile of gold vouchers Freya had won and threw it away. "I'm not interested in your bet for now, unless you can come up with something that's enough to entice me. Take it and don't bother us again."

The broker, struck in the chest by the gold voucher, hurriedly caught it, then rubbed his hands together with a fawning expression, "Um, what exactly do you like? Could you give me a hint?"

Freya parted her lips at just the right moment, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness: "My master loves beautiful women more than anything in his life. He has played with all kinds of creatures that run on the ground, whether they are humans or succubi. What he hasn't played with yet are birdmen that fly in the sky and sirens that swim in the deep sea."

Upon hearing this, El subtly pinched the shapely buttocks tightly wrapped in the long dress from behind, feeling both amused and exasperated. Freya was clearly taking the opportunity to slander him, and she seemed to have no qualms about making fun of him.

Chapter 131 The Slave of Greed

Upon hearing this, the broker's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had sensed a golden opportunity. His face showed an excitement of sharing a secret. "Oh! You've come to the right place. At the Golden Palace, you can buy any rare slave you can find... Please give me a little time. I'll go ask my friend. Wait for my news."

Then, clutching the gold voucher El had given him, he quickly disappeared into the noisy crowd.

Freya's eyes gleamed with the triumph of a prank, and she brought her red lips close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Oh dear, I didn't expect it to actually exist. Are you happy now?"

A helpless smile flashed across El's face. "Hmm? I think you're asking for a beating." He paused, then said softly, "Nothing useful information. Want to keep playing?"

"I'm not playing anymore, hmph. The gold vouchers I won are worth tens of thousands in Sora, enough to splurge for a long time." At this moment, Freya's exquisite face no longer showed any trace of the seductive look she had just had while engrossed in gambling. She knew all too well that in a casino, nine out of ten people would lose their way due to greed, and she planned to quit while she was ahead.

Al nodded slightly and whispered to her, "However, casinos probably won't let customers leave easily after winning money, so be prepared."

In fact, he was completely unfamiliar with casinos, and his knowledge of casinos was limited to the admonitions he received from his tutor when he was young.

Freya laughed and said, "That makes sense, but they only won by a small margin, it's not worth it."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she saw things more clearly. "I think they will choose to play the long game, because once people taste the sweetness, they will instinctively want more."

To be honest, while it's rare for gamblers to win huge sums of money in a casino and then leave in time, it's not unheard of. However, many of them eventually return to the gambling table because they can't control their greed, and often end up losing everything and never being able to recover.

Al was well aware that the numerous casinos here were a source of greed, much like the orgies he regularly held.

Next, they gathered up their gold vouchers, got up from the gambling table, and walked calmly toward the exit.

The difficulties that El had anticipated did not occur, but some unexpected situations still arose.

A young succubus in a waiter's uniform, carrying a tray of drinks, hurried past him with her head down. She seemed to trip over the edge of the carpet, stumbled, and the several glasses of golden champagne on the tray were about to spill onto his fine clothes.

"Watch out!" El exclaimed instinctively. He reacted swiftly, shifting his body slightly to the side. At the same time, El's hand shot out like lightning, firmly supporting the waitress's slender wrist. His other hand caught the tilting tray, causing the champagne glass to sway slightly, spilling a few drops of golden liquid onto the expensive carpet, where it was instantly absorbed.

"I'm so sorry! Dear guest! I'm extremely sorry!"

The waitress turned pale with fright, her voice trembling with tears as she hurriedly apologized. She had a remarkably innocent face, exuding a distinctly girlish charm, and her beautiful golden eyes were now filled with terror. "I...I'm new here, I didn't mean to, please don't punish me."

However, her fear quickly seemed to freeze. Her pupils contracted abruptly, and a deep-seated dread of something began to surge within them. Then, this fear receded like the tide, leaving only an empty sense of obedience and bewilderment.

Her body trembled violently, and she said in a daze, "Because I have offended you by accident, from now on I will be at your mercy until you are satisfied. But please do not kill me or try any extreme things, because I am the property of the Golden Palace and any damage will be compensated at the price."

El's expression froze instantly, replaced by a cold scrutiny. He released the hand that was holding her wrist, took a half step back, and placed the champagne tray on the ground.

It was obvious that the other party was being tormented by some powerful contract or mental imprint within him, just as he often did.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a greedy slave.

“Don’t be afraid.” El’s voice was gentle, with a strange allure, trying to counteract the greedy imprint deep within her soul. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

His voice did have a calming effect, easing the waitress's pain somewhat. She glanced at El fearfully, then quickly lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "The 3 of Hearts."

“The 3 of Hearts.” El repeated, savoring the code name. In the rules of the popular card game in the Empire, the 3 of Hearts was generally considered the lowest card, while Her Majesty the Queen and the Hero were among the two highest trump cards.

In addition, the red suit symbolizes imperial power and nobility, the black suit represents the bureaucratic class, the club suit represents religious forces, and the diamond suit represents the council controlled by merchants. These represent the four core forces supporting the empire. The numbers and symbols under each suit also represent the highest leader or the actual second-in-command in their respective fields, and so on.

In other words, the 3 of hearts symbolizes that she is a low-level employee in the casino, but comes from a noble family.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Since you say you're at my disposal, then I'm not too happy with your name. From now on, why don't you change your name to Matty?"

The waitress's body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current, causing her to lose her senses. "My name is Maddie, Maddie... Your esteemed master, I, Maddie, am the master..."

At this crucial moment, a mature succubus dressed in a well-tailored, exquisitely made deep purple gown silently emerged from behind a lavishly decorated door nearby.

She wore an impeccable professional smile, but her eyes were sharp, landing precisely on El's face and the distraught waitress.

“Dear guest,” her voice was melodious and pleasant, yet carried an undeniable air of authority, “I am the manager of Wheel of Fortune. You may call me Isis. It seems there has been a slight unpleasantness here?”

Her gaze shifted to the waitress, her smile unchanged, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. "Fool, you have offended a distinguished guest because of your clumsiness."

“Apologize now.” Her voice was still pleasant, but with an absolute command.

"I'm so sorry!"

Isis then looked at El and Freya again, her smile deepening, and bowed slightly: "Please forgive her for making you both laugh. This newcomer is unruly; we will discipline her strictly in the future. We are also willing to compensate for her offense, so please forgive her." Then, she changed the subject, "How was your luck tonight? Would you like to exchange some Gold Sola? If so, we have the Imperial Bank's fastest VIP channel here."

Her explanation was impeccable, subtly conveying a desire to protect her subordinates while hoping that El would show leniency and let her off the hook.

Upon seeing this, El immediately reverted to his noble demeanor, waving his hand. "Forget it, no need for compensation. I don't need your gold coins. I just want to ask you one question: are all the waiters here soulless puppets? I must say, it's a bit of a downer."

Upon hearing this, Isis gave him a deep look, her gaze complex and heavy. Then, she bowed slightly and said slowly, "Honorable guest, you jest. They are all living beings, capable of breathing, feeling pain, and even... experiencing pleasure. However, their personal will is insignificant before a distinguished guest like you. This is the law established by that lord, and it is the rule we have had to abide by in the Golden Palace for a long time."

Chapter 132 Hedging of Power

When Al returned to the luxurious suite, the faintly sorrowful words of the manager named Isis from the casino still seemed to echo in his ears, as well as the waitress's golden eyes that went from fear to emptiness to bewilderment.

He was not some compassionate saint; on the contrary, he was the host of lust, the spokesperson for evil forces, and deeply understood the power of authority, skillfully using it to control women's breathing and heartbeats.

Besides her sister, Eileen, Iso, Freya and Gloria, Hiska, the Vera and Vivian sisters, Nina, and even Eliza and Gama, were all, in a way, prey caught in his carefully woven web.

However, the Golden Palace's system, which blatantly objectifies humans and succubi as detrimental assets, still made El instinctively feel a little uncomfortable. This was completely different from his usual control, which was cloaked in a veneer of tenderness.

He thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "Essentially, we're doing the same thing. Turns out I'm a hypocrite too."

"Hmm?" Freya keenly sensed the low pressure emanating from him. Unlike his usual desire or boundless energy, it was a kind of suppressed irritability. So she leaned closer, her soft body pressed against his tense arm, trying to use her high, firm breasts to counteract his bad mood.

At this moment, Eileen and Yishuang also came out of their respective rooms upon hearing the noise. Eileen, with a hint of jealousy on her face, put her hands on her hips and questioned, "Well, you went out to play without inviting us!" Yishuang, on the other hand, remained aloof, but soon, both of them sensed the unusual atmosphere.

As El spoke, he walked straight to the enormous bed supported by four pure gold succubus girls. His gaze swept over his three companions, who were different in style but equally charming: Freya was alluring to the bone, Erin was gentle and soft, and Yishuang was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. A strong sense of possessiveness and control rose in his heart. He needed to use the most direct way to keep himself and his lovers sober and to dispel the omnipresent malice from the Golden Palace.

"Come here." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

A knowing glint flashed in Freya's eyes, and she almost immediately understood his intention. She gracefully walked towards the bed and took the initiative to untie the ribbons of her gorgeous dress. Eileen was slightly taken aback, her pretty face flushed, and she couldn't help but feel excited, her whole body burning with heat. Yi Shuang's icy blue eyes met El's for a moment, and there seemed to be shyness in them. But when she saw El's unhappy look, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. In the end, she didn't say anything, but just pursed her lips and followed him obediently.

Together they walked towards the spacious, soft, luxurious bed, which was about to become a golden battlefield for endless desires.

Without much preamble, El pounced on Freya, pinning her down on the gold-threaded sheets. He roughly tore open her skirt, his large hands kneading her voluptuous body wantonly. Freya not only did not resist, but instead cooperated by emitting seductive moans, doing her best to please him.

“Darling!” Eileen’s voice was hoarse with desire. Although her ears were red with embarrassment, she climbed onto the bed with trembling hands and knelt behind El. “I’ll help you push your buttocks.”

Standing by the bed, Yi Shuang gazed at the chaotic and primal scene before her. She took a deep breath, deftly unbuttoning her riding outfit to reveal her fair, taut, and shapely body, marked by exercise. Unlike Freya, she didn't actively seek her favor, nor did she fawn over Erin with near-subservience. She simply lay silently beside Freya, like an ice sculpture waiting to be melted by spring.

As El forcefully entered Freya's exquisite anus, he stroked Yi Shuang's cool, delicate skin with his hand, the interplay of hot and cold making his senses even more acute.

For a moment, only heavy breathing, suppressed groans, and the sounds of flesh colliding filled the suite. El seemed tireless, changing positions and objects, unleashing his wildness on Freya's alluring body, seeking solace in Eileen's gentleness, and leaving the marks of a conqueror on Yishuang's jade body, which held a hint of reserve and a hint of stubbornness.

Since entering the realm of greed, its subtle influence has been omnipresent. Now, he needs this kind of absolutely intimate physical contact to wash away the pervasive, alienating greed of the Golden Palace and ensure that his partners do not become soulless puppets.

Freya screamed in extreme pleasure, Eileen let out a plaintive sob, and Yi Shuang bit her lower lip tightly, but her body trembled uncontrollably under El's powerful thrusts, and her icy blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The luxurious bed became an altar of lust, and the air was filled with an intense atmosphere of desire.

Just as the battle was in full swing, El pinned Yi Shuang down and thrust into her with almost brute force, Freya lay on his back licking him tenderly, while Eileen nestled against his legs, panting.

"Tap~ tap~".

A clear and rhythmic knocking sounded abruptly, piercing through the room filled with amorous atmosphere and breathless breathing.

“Your Excellency, I am Jin Nuo. I apologize for disturbing you, but I have something important to discuss with you.”

El's movements froze for a moment, but he didn't stop. He didn't even turn around, but instead thrust harder into Yi Shuang, who was tightly wrapped around him, eliciting a suppressed groan from her.

He looked towards the door, his voice tinged with impatience at being disturbed, and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open silently.

Jin Nuo, dressed in her impeccably tailcoat with gold trim and a professional smile on her face, walked in. Her gaze calmly swept over the erotic and chaotic scene in the room: three beauties with disheveled clothes, some even half-naked, and the nobleman who was pressing down on the cold-faced succubus girl, his back to her, his thrusting motion still not stopping.

Jin Nuo's eyes remained completely calm, as if what he was witnessing was not a live sex show, but an ordinary event.

She didn't even lift her eyelids. Her gaze lingered briefly on El's bare back and the exquisitely beautiful face beneath him, where Yi Shuang bit her lip and shyly closed her eyes as she endured the impact. Then, she respectfully lowered her eyes slightly, her voice gentle and pleasant, as if reporting on afternoon tea arrangements: "I sincerely apologize again for disturbing you, Your Excellency. I'm sorry to interrupt your enjoyment." She paused, as if carefully choosing her words, "I just received an urgent notification that the alien slaves you favor will be on display and auctioned in half an hour. Considering your likely interest in this, I came to inform you."

After speaking, she maintained a slightly bowed posture and waited quietly, as if El was not playing with a succubus in bed, but handling official business behind his desk.

The only sounds left in the room were the slightly muffled thuds of El's thrusting that hadn't completely stopped, and the intermittent moans that Yi Shuang tried her best to suppress but let slip from her lips.

Freya, perched on El's back, looked at the unfazed butler at the door, a provocative smile playing on her lips, and shamelessly said, "Miss Butler, why don't you join in and see how powerful my master is?"

Eileen, blushing, buried her face deeply in the rumpled gold-threaded sheets.

Jin Nuo smiled and said, "If Your Excellency is interested in this, I certainly won't refuse, but of course, there will be an extra charge."

El finally stopped moving, but did not pull away from Yi Shuang. He turned his head and looked at Jin Nuo at the bedroom door.

“I’m not interested in you for now.” His voice was panting from the exertion, but his thoughts were unusually clear. “Tell that guy I’ll be there on time. Now, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Understood, Your Excellency.” Jin Nuo bowed again. “I wish you…please have a good time.” After saying this seemingly meaningful blessing, she quietly withdrew as she had come, and thoughtfully closed the bedroom door gently behind her.

The moment the door closed, El let out a long breath. If even a professional receptionist like Jinno couldn't detect the lustful aura, did that mean his plan could be even bolder?

He looked down at Yi Shuang, who was lying beneath him with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, I was a little disrespectful to you just now."

Yi Shuang shook her head vigorously, indicating that it was okay. She was embarrassed to say that being watched by strange women felt quite exciting.

"What about us? Aren't we important too?" Freya's languid voice carried a hint of discontented coquettishness. Like a Lamia (a beautiful snake), she lay on her side on the gold-threaded sheets, deliberately rubbing her voluptuous curves against his leg. Eileen whispered in agreement, "Exactly, exactly..."

Upon hearing this, El glanced lovingly at Freya beside him, meeting her bold and provocative gaze, and at Eileen's shy and adorable appearance. He sighed, "If there weren't so little time, I would love to do it again and 'love' all three of you properly. I can only wait until tonight."

"Now, who among you wants to come with me?"

Chapter 133 The Diva of the Deep Sea

The three succubi exchanged glances, a silent communication flowing between them.

Freya spoke first, her voice carrying a hint of languid charm: "Let's forget it, you little rascal. Putting aside the way the three of us look right now, just the fact that we're going to that kind of occasion with you might not be very 'inconvenient,' right?"

Eileen nodded quickly, her voice soft and sweet: "Mmm! And, and right now my body is so weak I don't have any strength left, I don't want to move, I just want to lie down."

As she spoke, she buried her face in the pillow with a touch of shyness, savoring the intense pleasure they had just shared, a lingering, tingling sensation between her legs.

Yi Shuang forced herself to stand up, her body still feeling a little weak. Although she didn't express any opinion, she nodded in agreement.

Looking at their reactions, El understood that they were being considerate and didn't intend to hinder him from finding a new love.

“Alright, I’ll go by myself then. You all stay here and rest until I get back.” El nodded, got out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.

"Okay, sir~" Freya drawled, giving him a flirtatious wink and a push, "Go take a bath."