Succubus Prison

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"Where are you going so late? Come here, sit down, sit properly."

Al didn't understand, but still sat down in front of the teacher as instructed.

Meneville began to boss him around as if it were her right, saying, "You've been walking all day and you're so tired. Come and massage your legs for your teacher."

El was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Teacher... I shouldn't accept such a reward without having done anything right. How could I possibly accept it?"

Meneville didn't react at first and was slightly stunned. She couldn't help but scold him, "You brat, what are you thinking! Have you forgotten how I helped you relax your muscles when you were exhausted from sword practice as a child?"

He can't sleep if you mention this!

El immediately retorted in a low voice, "Teacher, I think you must be mistaken. I was definitely not exhausted, but rather I was beaten to death by you!"

Meneville snorted and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Looks like I haven't beaten you enough, otherwise you wouldn't have turned out this way."

She stretched lazily, then straightened her long legs, the tips of her boots almost hitting El's knees. "Hurry up, now it's your turn to show your filial piety."

El couldn't help but smile again, banishing the inappropriate thoughts about teachers from his mind. He reached out and carefully lifted one of the calves, beginning to gently massage the soft calf.

"Is this force enough?"

"Hmm~" Meniver relaxed her body and lay back in the tent, lazily directing, "A little higher, yes, right there. Sigh, it's been so long since I've walked this far, my legs are so sore."

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble."

After massaging her right leg, El lifted her left leg. This time, however, his movements seemed to slow down intentionally. As his fingers moved, they brushed against her ankle, and finally, taking her by surprise, he quickly removed her ranger boots. Then, he reached out and pulled off her socks, exposing her delicate feet to the air. He then gently held her small left foot, examining it closely. The curve of her instep was smooth and beautiful, and her rounded toes were close together, making her look exceptionally docile.

"What are you going to do?" Meniver asked softly, seemingly a little shy, without opening her eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed. "Give me a massage while you're at it." As he spoke, he traced the arch of the foot with his fingertips, using the edge of his palm to push and scrape the arch, then pressed his thumb onto the sole of the foot, beginning to massage it. He carefully and gently stroked, caressed, and played with it, and finally, as if possessed, he brought his thumb and forefinger, which had just been stroking the teacher's arch and sole, to his nose and gently sniffed them.

Well, after walking all day, it's normal to smell a bit sweaty.

It is said that because succubi have no pores and do not sweat, they are quite suitable for such occasions.

"Haha." Meniver was tickled by him and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she seemed to enjoy it and was so comfortable that she almost groaned.

The teacher's jade-like feet were undoubtedly beautiful, with her toenails tinged with a faint pink, making one want to rub them between their feet... As soon as this wicked thought arose, El felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his heart burning, and his massage movements involuntarily slowed down.

Meniver seemed to sense her beloved disciple's unusual behavior. Her long eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't open her eyes; instead, her toes curled slightly, as if she wanted to express her dissatisfaction with such a simple gesture.

This subtle reaction instantly made El understand, and he gently patted her smooth instep. "Teacher, is this alright?"

"Hmm, not bad." Meniver slowly opened her eyes and leisurely pulled her legs back.

Her face was slightly flushed, and she frowned slightly as if belatedly wondering if she had been a little undignified and violated the dignity of a teacher. Then she thought again, what was there to be embarrassed about? He used to bathe in the lake, completely naked, and she had seen him countless times.

“You sleep inside, I’ll sleep outside,” Menivel said, pointing to the blanket on the inside, her tone quickly returning to its usual casualness.

Al lay down as instructed, and Menivel lay down beside him, fully clothed, facing him, with about an arm's length between them.

The valley was far from quiet at night, with faint snores rising and falling. El closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but a flood of thoughts came over him. Melona's kiss, his teacher's beautiful feet, all of which made him toss and turn, unable to calm his mind.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dream, half-awake state, El felt a familiar warmth envelop him, a kind of intimate feeling, subtle and soft.

It turned out that he subconsciously moved closer to his teacher in his sleep, his arms naturally wrapping around her, seeking the motherly embrace from his childhood memories.

Chapter 151 The Composure of the Older Generation

Al pressed himself against her, his chest against Menivel's beautifully shaped back, his warm breath spraying evenly onto the delicate skin of her nape. What made him even more comfortable in his sleep was that he instinctively became erect, pressing between Menivel's pert and round buttocks, unconsciously pushing and rubbing forward gently. At the same time, the hand that was wrapped around his teacher's waist followed his childhood habit, groping upwards, his palm precisely covering one of her full and plump breasts through her clothes.

"Well……"

Actually, Menivel woke up when El pressed against her. Her body tensed and her heart began to race. She was about to turn around and hug him when the movement of his hand against her buttocks and the subsequent hand covering her chest froze her completely.

She could clearly feel the heat emanating from El's body, and the sensation of his hand pressing against her buttocks carried an indescribable aggressiveness. The hand that was holding her chest did not take advantage of the situation, but simply held her tightly through her clothes, and the warmth of his palm gradually spread through her. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she felt awkward all over.

Meneville tried to break free, but her body inexplicably felt weak. She held her breath, carefully turned her head slightly, and looked at El behind her.

In the darkness, El's facial features were clearly visible, his breathing even and deep. He was truly asleep, not pretending. There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, but the way he pushed and grabbed was really too lewd. El had been touched on the chest before, but he didn't feel anything special then. But now that the boy had grown up, and even reached the age where he could get married, the feeling was naturally completely different.

Looking at her disciple's unguarded, even serene, sleeping face, Meniver suddenly felt a lack of anger. The embarrassment and resentment she felt at being taken advantage of vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of helplessness and tenderness. She remembered a long, long time ago, when that adorable little boy would also curl up in her arms in such a way, his little hands always tightly gripping her clothes, or stubbornly needing to touch her chest to fall asleep peacefully.

At that time, she was always at a loss for words, and it took a lot of effort to correct his bad habit so that he would just gently put his arm around her shoulder.

"You brat... you've been to college for a few years, and before you know it, you've grown up so much, and you're still like this..."

Meniere whispered tenderly, abandoning the idea of ​​pushing him away. Instead, she almost indulged him by adjusting her position to make him more comfortable sleeping close to her.

Then, she made a bold decision. Gently and proactively, she pulled down a little of Al's right hand, which was covering her chest, and guided it to wrap more tightly around the full, soft mound on her left side through her clothes.

Her fingertips, even carrying El's fingers, gently pressed against the full tip. After doing this, her heart was pounding as if it would burst out of her chest, and her cheeks were burning hot. But seeing that El was still asleep, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile, and she let out a satisfied hum, "You little rascal, you got lucky." Then she rubbed her cheek against his and gently rested her chin on the top of his head.

This posture, rather than that of a master and apprentice, is more like that of an intimate couple.

Then she closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

……

In the early morning, when El woke up groggily, the moment his consciousness returned, he realized something was wrong.

It's so warm, so soft, so...sensual.

What came into view was his teacher Menivel's pretty face and neck so close to his. A few strands of light golden hair playfully tickled the tip of his nose. His body was pressed tightly against his teacher's soft and delicate body. What made his scalp tingle was that his thing was as hard as a rock, domineeringly pressed between his teacher's legs, in an extremely "rebellious" manner, against an exceptionally soft yet elastic part, which was the secret area in the center of her round and perky buttocks. His right hand was firmly grasping one of his teacher's breasts, and he could clearly feel the full and plump contours and the slight protrusion at the tip.

His mind went blank for a moment. To be honest, he never had any disrespectful thoughts towards his teacher and always respected her very much. After all, she was someone who had watched him grow up, a teacher, a mother, and a friend, not just a charming and mature woman.

Reason made him withdraw his hand extremely slowly, but lust and instinct wanted him to continue, to go further, to mount the horse and ride away.

Just then, Meneville suddenly opened her beautiful eyes. She had actually been awake for a while, but she had pretended to be asleep so that she could see the funny expression on El's face when he found out.

"Uh, teacher, I didn't mean to." Al blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for him, and raised his hands. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep. I didn't know anything, I didn't feel anything..."

Meniere sat up, raised her hand to straighten her slightly disheveled clothes and long hair, her movements elegant and composed, as if she were not the one who had just been "molested" by her disciple.

She watched El raise his hands in surrender, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. The more stiff and awkward he appeared at times like this, the more she trusted and indulged him. Only in her presence was he still that pure and adorable child.

"What's the rush?" Meniver's voice was lazy and husky as she teased him even more. "What's the big deal? It's just that your old habit of fidgeting after falling asleep, like when you were a kid, you had to touch Grandma before you'd fall asleep, right?"

Then, she looked at El's instantly embarrassed expression with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"It seems all the effort I put into correcting your bad habit back then was wasted." Meniver reached out and gently pinched El's slightly flushed cheek, just like when he was a child. The pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, a form of punishment. "Alright, get up and wash up. We have a long way to go."

Having said that, she stood up and walked gracefully toward the stream, as if everything that had just happened had never been extraordinary.

Al was left sitting alone in the tent, staring at his teacher's graceful and composed back. He thought to himself, "Is this the composure of an old... immortal being?" His teacher probably never saw himself as a mature man. In her heart, even if he had lived for hundreds of years, he was probably still just a child.

Then, El looked down at his right hand, which still seemed to retain a wonderful touch and warmth, and murmured, "Should I wash up? But what if I don't want to wash my hands right now?"

Chapter 152 Arrival and Departure

For the rest of the journey, thanks to Menivel's precise knowledge of the waterways, they avoided several passes and cities where troops might be stationed, choosing instead to march through sparsely populated forests and valleys. Food was readily available. During the journey, due to various accidents, some soldiers were wounded, but thanks to El's healing potions and Menivel's healing spells, their injuries were not serious.

Finally, on the fourth day of their escape from the Golden Palace, as the group crossed the last mountain range, a salty, humid smell wafted towards them.

Before me stretched a vast and open world, the golden-red sunset painting the boundless sea orange-red, the waves crashing against the rugged black rocky shore, producing an eternal, unchanging sound.

Seagulls circled and cried in the air, the sea breeze was strong and full of a sense of freedom.

"The sea...it really is the sea!"

"I've lived in the mining area since I was born, and this is the first time I've ever seen the ocean!"

"Here we are!"

Faced with such a magnificent view, the surviving slave rebels erupted in thunderous cheers, embracing each other, and some even knelt down to kiss this unfamiliar land.

Melona suddenly grabbed El's hand and walked from the shore into the sea, feeling the long-lost sense of home. Her family followed closely behind.

The seawater gently licked their bodies, like a queen's beloved dog welcoming her, gradually washing over their waists and abdomens, then their shoulders and necks, until only their heads remained floating on the surface of the sea, until they sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Immediately following, the majestic dragon head appeared, then its enormous wings suddenly spread wide to the sides, tearing through the water's surface. The seawater it kicked up as it took off resembled two curtains, splashing water like rain.

Melona stretched her neck toward the sky and let out a thunderous roar, as if announcing her return, causing the entire sea to tremble.

El stood on her broad back, his ears filled with the howling wind and the roar of dragons. He looked down at the tiny figures below, who were as insignificant as ants. For the first time, he understood why dragons viewed other creatures as ants, for they were born to be the overlords of the sky, the sea, and the land.

【Ocean and Aquatic Life Guardian – Melona】

[Gender: Female]

[Race: Elemental Dragon]

[Level: Lv.84]

[Affection level: Like]

Al noticed that the moment she came into contact with the sea, her "weak" state disappeared, and then he noticed a new notification that appeared in the notification bar.

[Mount intimacy level has been met, item "Melona's Reins" can be unlocked]

[Gain increased movement speed while mounted]

Melona's reins? El was taken aback. Was it the kind he had imagined?

Speaking of which, Hiska had previously helped him purchase such sex toys, similar to horse bridles, except that a gag with a hole had been replaced in the front.

Melonna's Reins

[Quality: Orange]

[Item Description: A legendary mount exclusive item; equipping it summons the corresponding mount.]

At that moment, Melona's voice rang out directly in El's mind: "The contract is complete. You have helped me regain my freedom. The ocean will remember this kindness. If you are in danger, just call me, and soon the storm will come for you."

……

Meniere stood on the edge of the cliff, the sea breeze tossing her blonde hair. She gazed at the vast sea and the newborn pair soaring between the sea and sky, a gentle smile on her face, a sense of accomplishment welling up inside her.

Her gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, and she thought to herself, "This journey, though a bit arduous, was worthwhile."

“I, Merlin, keep my word. You are free, but this is only the beginning of another chapter in your lives. What are your plans for the future?” Menivel asked the miners’ leader.

“Yes, we are free.” The miners’ leader repeated, then bowed deeply to Meniver. “Lord Merlin, Lord Fugen and Lord Dragon, you have given us a new life. We really don’t know how to thank you enough. We will remember this kindness. We just hope that Lord Merlin can show us the way.”

Menevir smiled faintly, raising her hand to a lush, verdant island faintly visible on the distant horizon. "There are many such islands in the sea, each with its own settlement. You can live comfortably on one of them."

"Thank you, we will go to the island to take a look, but we still need to discuss it together."

……

After regrouping and cleaning up their hideout, Melona still had many things to do, so El said goodbye to her temporarily and, together with her teacher Menivel, broke away from the main group and strolled on the beach.

The heated discussions and noise gradually faded away, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks became the background noise.

"Phew..." El let out a long breath. The fatigue from the fierce battle and the days of running around seemed to surge into his heart at this moment, but there was also an indescribable sense of relief. He stretched and said, "It's finally over."

Meniere's long, pale blonde hair shimmered in the sunset. She took off her boots, held them in her hand, and walked barefoot on the warm sand. Ironically, she hadn't worn shoes in a long time, and felt a little awkward putting them back on.

"Yes, you brat, I've been so worried about you. Now it's your turn to take me on a vacation and make it up to me!" She winked and pointed to a bay with white sand beaches and coconut palms in the distance. "I've heard that the sea urchins and oysters here are incredibly delicious. Go and get me some!"

Hearing his teacher's usual willful request, El couldn't help but laugh helplessly. "Teacher, we're not primitive people. One of humanity's greatest inventions is money, a general equivalent. Can't we just buy some at the market to eat? Or wait until Melona is done with her work, and she can treat you to a feast, you can eat whatever seafood you want."

Menneville rolled her eyes cutely. "Um, seriously, you brat, you really lack common sense. Don't you think it's weird to ask a guardian of the water to treat you to seafood? It's like you telling a minotaur, 'I want to eat beef.'"

Al dismissed it, "Are there still minotaurs in the world now? The books say that because they are so kind-hearted, their partners often cheat on them, and most of their offspring are not their own. Is that true? Why make it up?"

Speaking of which, minotaurs are the product of incest. Legend has it that during the Age of Gods, a prince traveled and adventured to build his empire in order to inherit the throne. He once subdued a rampaging "Bull of Heaven" that harmed the people and inherited the throne. However, he was also punished by the bull's owner—a goddess. Because of the goddess's curse, his queen fell in love with the bull and devised a plan. She sought help from a druid and learned transformation magic to turn herself into a cow. Later, she gave birth to a blasphemous monster with the head of a bull and the body of a human...

Although the birth of the Minotaur was not honorable, a goddess later emerged from their tribe. This goddess had four large nipples and was the goddess of milk, fertility, milk and dairy products. She was known as the "Sacred Great Cow," and her image was widely carved on milk jugs, supposedly to prevent them from tipping over.

The master and apprentice chatted idly, deliberately avoiding topics such as empires and notorious lords, and only talked about some curious topics. They also looked down on the beach to look for unusual seashells and hermit crabs, and commented on the houses of various people, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Al discovered that his teacher was becoming increasingly disrespectful to his elders. When climbing the tall coconut tree to pick coconuts, he would deliberately throw coconuts at Al's head, justifying it as "training."

Chapter 153 A Brief Return

However, even while playing with her teacher, a lingering worry remained in El's mind: Had Freya, Erin, and Yishuang returned safely to the succubus prison? Had her sister learned of everything that had happened at the Golden Palace? Was she anxious and worried, unable to eat or sleep?

So, after arriving at the next town and unlocking the teleportation anchor point, he explained the situation to his teacher, settled down, and then immediately teleported back to the capital.

The next moment, El was already deep inside Blackclaw Castle, in his room. The familiar surroundings made him feel a little more relaxed.

Almost the instant he appeared, the door to the room was kicked open, and Satella's graceful figure walked straight in from outside and stood in front of him.

"You still know to come back?" Her face was angry and her tone was dissatisfied. Her pink eyes were filled with worry. She reached out and pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly.

"El! You, you arrogant little brat!"

Satella's voice was tinged with fear. "Do you know what you've done? What gave you the confidence to dare confront a legend, a great sin! When I first heard the news of the trouble at the Golden Palace, I had a bad feeling, and it turned out I was right. It was you! You know, I almost thought you weren't coming back. I was even preparing to fight greed..." She choked on her words, unable to continue.

El gently hugged her sister, patting her back reassuringly: "Sister, I'm fine. See, I'm back alive and well, aren't I?"