Succubus Prison

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"Hold on!"

El looked slightly helpless, bent down and whispered to Eileen, who was hiding under the table in a squatting position, "Why are you hiding? We haven't done anything to wrong Yishuang."

Hiding would only complicate things further, and might even lead Yishuang to mistakenly believe that Ailin was giving him oral sex.

"My body just started moving instinctively..."

Eileen used her small hands to support herself on his knees as she stood up from the ground. Then she turned around and greeted Yishuang with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Hi, haha, the quill pen fell on the ground. Um, I'm picking it up."

Yi Shuang gave her a deep look, and naturally felt very strange, looking back and forth between the two of them with an odd gaze.

Although she didn't believe Eileen's evasive explanation at all, she still acted as if nothing was wrong and started discussing work-related matters.

Once it came to serious matters, Erin, who usually liked to slack off, quickly got into work mode. Her pretty face became serious, and she soon found a document on the cabinet. After a quick check to confirm that it was correct, she hurriedly walked out the door.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to tell El, "I'm going for a bit, I'll be right back."

Yi Shuang remained unusually calm, striding over to El's side with her long legs, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of his desk with her buttocks raised.

Under her gaze, El smiled slightly: "What's wrong, Sister Yishuang? Is something the matter?"

"You two?" She said all she wanted to say, but the meaning was clear: there's definitely something going on between you two, and you got together so quickly?

"Yes." El readily nodded in agreement, daring to take responsibility for his actions.

"I really can't believe it," Yi Shuang thought to herself, feeling slightly disappointed. She had thought he was a well-behaved child.

She cautioned, "I think the office should be a serious setting."

El laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

Yi Shuang nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, and then returned to her seat.

Intelligent people only need to touch on things briefly.

Chapter 12 Trip to the Confinement Cell

As usual, El handled his work at a leisurely pace, while Yi Shuang occasionally couldn't help but glance sideways to secretly watch him work.

There was one thing Yi Shuang had never told anyone: she hated the blood of the Snow Frost Succubus flowing through her veins, feeling that white hair symbolized death and aging, and was extremely ugly. At the same time, she longed for the opposite of white hair—black and shiny hair, so she dyed her long hair black.

Unfortunately, apart from herself, not many people actually care about such small details.

After some time, Erin still hadn't returned. El stood up from his chair, stretched, and said, "I need to go to the solitary confinement room."

Seven or eight seconds later, Yi Shuang realized that El had been talking to her.

Watching his departing figure, I wanted to ask, "Do you need me to come with you?", but in the end, I didn't say it.

According to regulations, if a prison guard interrogates a prisoner, another prison guard must accompany him closely.

This rule was originally intended to prevent the abuse of vigilante justice, but in practice it has not been well implemented.

Since its inception, interrogation has been inseparable from torture, and it would be inconvenient for her to follow along.

……

As the midday sun slowly rose, El arrived at a stone dungeon located underground.

The dim lighting illuminated the surrounding furnishings. It must be said that the environment here was very poor, even the air was extremely polluted, and the working conditions were very harsh, far inferior to office clerical work.

It's called a solitary confinement cell, but it's really just a few rows of boxes fixed to the ground that can't be moved.

The space inside the box was extremely cramped; there was no room to stand or lie down. Prisoners were locked inside with their limbs locked, and apart from their heads and hands being able to move slightly, their bodies were almost completely immobile. Over time, they would feel that life was worse than death.

It is said that at first the prisoners would struggle and cry out, but later they gradually became numb and almost became breathing corpses.

Al had only seen them in the training manual before; this was the first time he had seen those rows of small black boxes in person. He sincerely felt that they were like lifeless coffins, burying the souls of sinners.

The job of guarding a solitary confinement cell is probably as boring as that of a "graveyard keeper".

Now that we've come to their territory, we should pay them a visit.

【Gloria, the Madwoman of Dionysus】

[Gender: Female]

[Race: Succubus]

[Level: Lv.50]

[Affection Level: Indifferent]

The other person was a mature succubus who always smelled of alcohol. Her dark, messy hair covered her charming eyes and eyebrows. When El saw her, she was leaning against a soft stool with a rivet-decorated back, her hands clasped behind her head, casually sitting at the table with her legs crossed. Her open uniform showed a mature and voluptuous figure, and her military boots were placed in the middle of the table. She seemed to have forgotten to wear socks, revealing two sections of her fair ankles.

El smiled and greeted her, "Good afternoon, senior."

Gloria glanced at him indifferently and then said, "I roughly know who you are, kid. Get to the point. I don't have time to waste with you."

Actually, the one thing she has in abundance is time.

"I need to question prisoner 4401..."

After hearing El's purpose, Gloria pressed her slender white fingers to her temples, seemingly searching her mind for something. "Prisoner 4401, the charge is rioting and escaping. Her solitary confinement period is three months, which is not in accordance with regulations. You should wait until her solitary confinement ends before coming to pick her up."

El thought to himself, if it were just a few days, it would be fine, but three months is far too long.

Moreover, Warden Freya clearly stated that he could take people away whenever he wanted. Could it be that he misunderstood?

Smelling the mixture of blood and alcohol in the air, he suddenly had an idea.

There's a saying: "Rules are rigid, but people are flexible," and one of the things succubi excel at is adaptability.

El pulled a bottle of champagne with a red bow and a gold body from his backpack and gently placed it on the table, inevitably attracting Gloria's attention.

This gift is a purple-quality item. Compared to blue items, purple items provide a more significant increase in favorability, adding 50 favorability points. Giving it to someone who truly appreciates the gift grants a double bonus, increasing favorability by 100 points.

However, the only inconvenience is that purple items can only be sent 10 times per person per day, while blue items have a limit of 50 times.

El racked his brains but still couldn't figure out the meaning of this restriction.

Incidentally, based on his tests over the years, he concluded that there should be an absolute upper limit to favorability. Once this limit is exceeded, it cannot be displayed normally. In addition, there is a threshold; an increase in favorability is only effective if it exceeds the threshold.

Seeing this, Gloria raised an eyebrow slightly, a slightly mocking smile playing on her lips, which was much more lively than her previous lifeless expression.

"what do you mean?"

El laughed and said, "It's nothing special, just a small token of my appreciation."

"Kid, you're really something!"

Gloria straightened her hat, whistled, reached out and grabbed the gift, pressed her thumb against the cork, gently twisted it out, and then downed the champagne in one gulp, her face showing a look of ecstasy, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Al, standing to the side, was somewhat surprised by her elegance as she opened the champagne with one hand.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I don't usually drink this kind of bland and tasteless wine, but you've really opened my eyes today."

【Gloria, the Madwoman of Dionysus】

[Affection Level: Friendly]

"Come with me."

Then Gloria led El to a room filled with various instruments of torture, such as handcuffs, shackles, a tiger bench, branding irons, and daggers.

“You definitely can’t take the prisoner with you, but you can borrow this place for as long as you want.” She clasped her hands behind her head and yawned. “I hope you can get what you want out of it.”

“Thank you, but I really don’t need these things.” Al shook his head. He had never intended to mistreat anyone, which contradicted his previous upbringing.

Gloria chuckled, "My child, you are still too young, but I have high hopes for you."

……

Three days ago, when the scarlet succubus Nara woke up, she found herself locked in a very narrow box. However, what made her tremble was not the physical pain, but the mental pain. When she closed her eyes, all sorts of heartbreaking images would appear.

When she was interrogated, she was still immersed in her own emotions, her expression blank, as if she wanted to cry but no tears came out. Her brows were tightly furrowed, sometimes relaxing and sometimes contorting, presenting a very strange scene.

El bit his finger, thinking that no wonder Warden Freya had told him that the prisoners were almost no longer a threat and that there was no need to rush and that he could wait.

This is a bit tricky.

Chapter 13 Please make the decision

"It seems we need to give her a calming agent first. I wonder if we have enough ingredients..."

As he muttered to himself, El flipped through the [Illustrated Compendium], and the recipes quickly caught his eye.

[Tranquilizer = Moon Orchid + Moonstone Powder + Lavender Extract]

After comparing the materials I have in my backpack, it seems I don't have enough.

"Phew!" El sighed softly after discovering this. Helpless, he could only leave the Crimson Succubus there for now and turned to leave the torture chamber.

"Why did you come out so quickly?" Gloria was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, her slightly tipsy appearance quite charming. She looked at him with a strange gaze. "Did you get what you wanted?"

El shook his head. "Not yet. I'm just planning to go to the potion shop outside to buy some materials. The prisoner is not in a good mental state and can't answer questions properly."

Unexpectedly, Gloria immediately mocked him for being so considerate of the prisoner, saying that this was the kind of behavior only a noble young master would do, and that it was a waste; he should have filled the prisoner's stomach with urine instead.

"Wait a minute, buying materials... So, you can also brew your own potions?" She seemed quite interested in this, licking her lips. "That's quite surprising."

"That's it."

El gave an ambiguous answer, thinking to himself that what he did was not a formulation at all. In this world, apart from him, what other apothecary could turn materials into potions without using a crucible and just pointing his finger?

“I can keep an eye on her for you,” Gloria said with a smile, “but you have to come back soon.”

El said he would be right back, and then showed off in front of her by snapping his fingers and disappearing without a trace, leaving her standing there dumbfounded.

Gloria was surprised that he was so young yet had mastered spatial magic so well, and it seemed that he was following the path of knight enhancement.

Hehe, little guy, how many surprises are hidden inside you that I don't know about?

……

El teleported to the potion shop he frequented, located in Violet Square.

The owner of this shop is not a succubus, but an intelligent human woman.

After explaining his purpose and buying all the necessary materials, El went out, opened the paper bag, and wanted to smell the lavender scent again.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man strode over and stopped him.

"Sir, I see you've bought a lot of medicinal herbs. Are you a pharmacist? Or do you know any pharmacists?"

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Do you need any test subjects? Do you think I'm suitable?"

Upon hearing this, El was slightly surprised. He had heard of drug testing before. To put it nicely, it was a consensual potion research; to put it bluntly, it was human experimentation where money was put above life.

"Friend, isn't it good to be alive?"

After saying that, El turned and walked away without looking back. But the next second, he bumped into a little girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

She raised her head, her eyes timid, her words revealing a glimmer of hope: "Sir, sir, please have mercy."

"Hmm?" El looked at the little girl in front of him with a puzzled expression. She was pretty with delicate features and her clothes were very clean. She didn't look like someone who had fallen to the point of having to beg on the street.

"I... I'm willing to trade my health for my mother's health." She lowered her head, biting her lip. "If you can cure my mother, you can experiment with any medicine you want on me from now on..."

Al was taken aback. To be honest, he also grew up in a single-parent family and was raised by his mother. He couldn't bear to see such human suffering.

"Why did you approach me? Do you think I look like a doctor in that uniform?"

“Because…you seem like a good person.” She whispered, “From yesterday until now, I have begged so many people, but they all say I am too young and they will not agree no matter how much I beg.”

El sighed helplessly, "Let me tell you why everyone disagrees. It's illegal to use minors for drug trials. Imperial law clearly stipulates that underage humans and succubi cannot participate in potion experiments. Didn't you know that?"

The little girl paused for a moment, then said stubbornly, "I don't understand the law, but I want to save my mother!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man behind them caught up, looking displeased. "Hey, don't think that just because you women have some looks you can steal all the jobs. In this line of work, you still need to be physically fit. Look at your skinny body, you should go home and have some milk from your mother to make up for it!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, waving his hands and making shooing motions.

The little girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears of grievance.

"Let's leave here first." Seeing this, El reached out and took her arm, leading her to a large tree. The two leaned against the trunk and stood there talking.

El quickly asked, "Answer whatever I ask. What's your name? Is your mother human or a succubus? How is her condition?"

“My name is Fate… My mother, she was human, she was attacked by a wicked succubus, and the doctor said she’s dying…” the little girl sobbed, clutching El tightly as if this was her only hope, her last chance.

There is nothing new under the sun.

El thought to himself, being attacked by a succubus most likely means having one's life essence drained. Unfortunately, the damage caused by having one's life force drained is almost irreversible—the victim will watch helplessly as they age little by little in a short period of time, and then die.