Succubus cannot be a saint

Finally, the sermon ended. In the silence, the believers, with trance-like and satisfied smiles on their faces, consciously lined up and left the church.

Only after all the believers had left and the chapel was empty did Ophelin breathe a sigh of relief. A little girl jumped down from the platform and brought her a glass of water, her big, watery eyes filled with longing.

"Thank you, lovely little Nina." Opheline bent down and kissed the little girl on the cheek. Little Nina's eyes narrowed into slits with joy, and she ran away happily.

The girls in the succubus choir also stretched their bodies, letting out blushing gasps. The genuine little succubi revealed their horns and tails, while the unassimilated girls giggled and threw themselves into their arms, their delicate little faces pleading for kisses. For a moment, the air was filled with a pink, charming, and voluptuous atmosphere.

Until a slender figure appeared at the door of the chapel.

"...Lady Saint?" Ophelin was stunned for a moment, her crimson eyes filled with joy, and her voice began to stutter, "You...why are you back?"

"My business in Field City has come to an end, so I came back to take a look." Sharlelei said with a smile, and the succubus girls in the choir burst into a series of exclamations.

"Lord Saint!"

"It's the Saint Lady!"

A white shadow flashed, and before Opheline could stop them, the little succubi ran excitedly towards their master, surrounding Sallelei in the middle, their crimson eyes full of reverence and admiration.

"Lady Saint, Lady Saint!" The little girl who had just brought water to Ophelin squeezed in with all her might. Her face was flushed and the "?86" on her head was shining brightly. "I, I also want to become a succubus! When can I become a succubus, Lady Saint?"

"Oh? What's your name?" Sharlene gently rubbed the little girl's head. Her voice trembled with excitement, and the number of desires in her head also increased a little. "My name is Nina!"

"Okay, little Nina... I'll tell you when you can become a succubus." Sharlele squatted down in front of her, bit her white fingertips, and put a little bright red blood bead in front of her, her purple eyes curved into charming crescents.

“—right now.”

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I hope this chapter won't be taken down by Shen He...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 211: Shame Play and Work Report

Salares originally just wanted to come back to inspect the work, but unknowingly gave all her magic power to the group of choir girls.

As a result, she now had a dozen more little succubi among her followers.

After the chattering little succubi dispersed, Sharlele brought Opheline to the room behind the chapel.

"How's the town doing now?"

"The young girls in this town have either become succubi or become our loyal believers." Ophelin followed her, bowing her head respectfully. "They all firmly believe that 'succubushood is a blessing from the saint', and everyone is looking forward to being assimilated by you..."

When she mentioned the word "assimilation", she couldn't help but have a charming tremolo in her voice.

"Thanks to your blessing, after I assimilated those young girls, I let these newly born succubi seduce their families, and then gradually spread the succubus along the neighborhood."

"Now every resident of Moon Spring Town, including the mountain folk, has fallen into the web of enchantment we have woven, completely unaware that their daughters, sisters, and even the nuns in the church are actually succubi."

"Besides that, I've also united with the sisters of the Greystone Town Church and formed a succubus choir there to charm every believer who comes to the church to pray. Soon, these two towns will be filled with only succubi and their captives..."

Sallelei nodded, glancing at Ophelin with a smile, her eyes surveying her from head to toe. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she said coldly, "Lift up your skirt!"

"--yes!"

Opheline's whole body shuddered, and her body almost reflexively carried out the order of the Saint. She lifted the hem of her nun's uniform without hesitation, revealing her plump legs in white over-the-knee stockings.

Naturally, she was also wearing her usual "equipment", with specially made ropes crisscrossing around her lower abdomen.

“Wu…! Saint, Saint Lady…!”

Caught off guard, the "equipment" she had been wearing under her nun uniform was revealed. Ophelin's cheeks were so hot that they almost exploded, and steam almost came out of her head.

Is the Saint Lady...going to...

The beautiful head succubus blinked, her moist gaze towards Sharlene filled with a hint of anticipation and longing. Unexpectedly, the wicked woman nodded seriously, "What about other places?"

"Other...places?" Ophelin was startled, her cheeks growing redder and redder. Her thoughts had long since vanished. She twisted her body beneath the nun's uniform, "Other places, breasts...that..."

"I'm asking about other parts of your town. How's the reclamation plan going? What about road paving? And what about household registration management and regional planning..."

But the next second, what came to her face was Sharlene's rapid-fire questioning. One official word after another pressed down on Opheline's head like a stone, bending her back a little bit, then a little bit more.

"Wow..." Ophelin raised her head with a mournful look on her face. Her heart was in turmoil, and she almost let go of her skirt. But Sallely's cold, "Pull up your skirt," forced her to keep holding it up as she answered the official business one by one.

"During the spring plowing this year, we will follow your plan and experiment with the effects of the monster horns... uh, the 'Dust of Plenty'..." Ophelin stuttered, holding up her skirt high, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

But the smiling succubus in front of him was leisurely appreciating the beautiful scenery, nodding from time to time with a look of approval.

Afterward, Ophelin outlined the town's reconstruction and renovation plans for the spring. Sharlelei nodded. "Okay, I'll write you some more plans and proposals, and then you'll work with Greystone Town on the magical talent survey..."

Opheline was both embarrassed and annoyed, but she couldn't change her posture, so she could only lift her skirt to reveal her skirt, biting her lip and listening silently.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open and Du Mudan rushed in.

"St.-uh."

The cultist wearing gloves and a human skin mask was stunned the moment he rushed into the room.

The red-haired succubus nun stood there, her face flushed like a tomato, tears in her eyes, and she was still holding up her skirt, exposing most of her belly and her white legs.

Moreover—this dignified nun was tied up with crisscrossing ropes…

In front of her was Salleh, who was sitting leisurely, her posture as if she was admiring flowers. If there was a three-layer stack of bone plates next to her, it would be like a noble lady having afternoon tea.

"Excuse me." Poison Peony turned around and left. She had no interest in the succubus's gameplay and didn't even look at the ashamed and angry Ophelin.

"Come back!" Sharlelei called the cultist back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "What's the matter?"

"I checked on Sally and Derek," Poison Peony said briefly. "Bad news, Derek is dead."

Both Salleh and Ophelin were stunned. Ophelin took the opportunity to put down her skirt.

"Then...what about Sally?" Sharlene's voice trembled a little.

"Sally is alive." Poison Peony glanced at the two succubi strangely.

Sallelei: "...Don't breathe so hard when you talk next time!"

Poison Peony rolled her eyes at her in annoyance, thinking to herself, "You were breathing heavily like this to me before." "When I went to check, I found that Derek had been dead for half a day. He choked to death while eating last night. Because he was in prison, no one noticed."

Sallelei and Opheline looked at each other, and saw the word "indifference" in each other's eyes.

"Oh, then bury him wherever you like, with his brother's ashes," said Salleigh. "How's Sally?"

"She's been well cared for, and her bodily functions are normal..." Poison Peony's tone was a little strange, as if tinged with a hint of envy. "She's truly a succubus. But I need a day to prepare for the ritual before I can sneak into her 'dream catcher'."

"No problem." Shalelei nodded. "I just happened to be going to the sacred sanctuary of the Deer Horned Goddess and had something to ask Granny. You should go and make preparations."

"I'll go with you." Unexpectedly, Du Mudan took a step forward. She was wearing a human skin mask on her face and her expression could not be seen. It seemed that she had decided to be Sha Lelei's follower and sticky glue, intending to follow her closely.

"Don't you still need to prepare?"

"I want to hide from that female knight under your command." Du Mudan was straightforward and didn't hide anything. "Every time she sees me, it's like she wants to chop me down with a sword. I'm afraid of her."

Salaret: “…………”

That's right. After all, it was you, the Nightmare Cult, who made Sally look like that.

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Edit: Sure enough, it crashed again! This is the consequence of not checking the latest updates in time (seriously)

Shenhe modified the word count patch, ...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 212: The Goddess of Fertility and the Goddess of Antlers

Soon, Du Mudan and Sha Lelei left the Graystone Town Church. Walking on the cobblestone road in the town, Du Mudan finally couldn't hold back any longer.

In just a few steps, more than a dozen townspeople and nuns stopped to greet and salute Salleh, and Du Mudan felt a sinking feeling in her heart when she saw them.

All of those nuns are radiant, youthful and beautiful. If there is such a beauty in the town, it can be considered normal, but if all the beautiful girls walking on the street are like this, then there is a bit of a problem.

Poison Peony knew about Sharlele's ability to assimilate succubi, so it was easy for her to think that these beautiful nuns might all be succubi.

Fortunately, when she broke into the church, the group of little succubi in the choir had already dispersed, otherwise she would have been very surprised.

"Couldn't they all be..." Poison Peony's voice was a little dry, and her heart sank coldly. She felt that the infiltration and control of her Nightmare Cult was a joke compared to these succubi.

If it was not the Nightmare Cult but the succubi of the Black Ark who were responsible for infiltrating the surrounding noble territories, then the rebellion in the West would not have taken three or four years to prepare. At the fastest, it might have only taken a year.

Moreover, the Nightmare Cult had to work hard to prepare the medicine, and then painstakingly get the families of the nobles to drink it.

"Of course they're all my followers," Shalelei said casually. Du Mudan remained silent. Seeing this, Shalelei simply smiled and said nothing more, letting the cultist be shocked and imagine things on his own.

In reality, even if the Black Ark Order was truly responsible for the rebellion's infiltration, it would definitely not have been so quick. Granted, succubi are naturally gifted at infiltration, but...

Throughout the entire Ioterra continent, there is only one family, Sharlelei, that can assimilate humans into succubi.

If the Order of the Black Ark also has the ability to assimilate succubi, the Orthodox Church and the three kingdoms have been fighting them for three hundred years since the Demonic Calamity. How could they not know about this deadly matter?

Soon, the two arrived at the "Wall of the Saint" on the west side of the town. Although the threat of monsters had been eliminated, the wall still remained as the "holy site" of the Saint for believers to worship.

At this moment, this brick wall was different from before. It had been reinforced with paint several times and had even been treated with a "solidification spell," shimmering with a faint blue light. Du Mudan looked at this exceptionally solid brick wall and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"The magic on this wall..."

"It was also cast by the succubus."

Hearing this, Du Mudan was stunned. She had thought Shalelei had hired a wizard to cast a spell, but she hadn't expected them to actually produce and sell their own products. Furthermore, a succubus would actually help with town development? This wasn't the succubus she'd imagined.

But her confusion didn't last long, as it was overwhelmed by an even stronger shock. The two left the town and walked along a forest path into the Dark Forest. Soon, they came upon a cave surrounded by torches. Standing within the cave were two light-brown female mountain dwellers, dressed like hunters, with hunting knives at their waists and magical crossbows slung across their backs.

But even these two mountain female hunters were as radiant and graceful as those nuns, and possessed a unique kind of enchanting charm - they were also succubi.

After seeing Sharlelei, the two men immediately knelt on one knee: "Lady Saint!"

Sharlele smiled and asked them to stand up, then walked into the cave with Poison Peony under the reverent gaze of the two succubi.

After quite a while, the cave has been completely renovated. The evil flesh membrane of the "Mother of Monsters" has been completely removed. A shrine of the antler goddess has been placed beside the pool of water. There are also many mountain-style arrangements and decorations around it. There is a solemn and dignified atmosphere, and it looks like a holy place.

Hearing Sharlene's footsteps, the mountain priestess who was kneeling in front of the shrine immediately stood up, turned her head, and revealed a light brown face full of a surprised smile.

"Master! ...Ah, Saint Lady..."

Granny shouted with joy, then realized that there was a stranger with Sharlene, and quickly changed her words with a blushing face.

Sharlelei's gaze swept over the mountain priestess. She was wearing a mountain folk ethnic style off-shoulder priest robe, with a pink and purple pattern of blasphemy on her brown shoulder. The robe was slit to the thigh, vaguely revealing her toned and slender legs. Her bare ankles were adorned with anklets strung with wolf teeth, exuding a primitive and wild ethnic style.

"Why aren't you wearing stockings?" Sallelei said with a smile, "I'm going to punish you."

"...Huh?" After so many days, she finally met her longed-for master, only to be confronted with the incoherent question, "Why aren't you wearing stockings?" Granny was stunned, her head swollen with confusion, unsure how to respond. Meanwhile, Du Mudan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, master, let's not talk about this for now. This is..." Granny's face was full of embarrassment, and she finally forced a smile, like a husky trying to please its master.

"Oh, this one is a cultist from the Nightmare Cult," said Sharlene.

"...Ah?" Granny choked again. She stared at Du Mudan for a moment before she blurted out, "...Hello."

Poison Peony: "...Hello."

...You're such a piece of shit! The cultist screamed in his heart. Luckily, he was wearing a human skin mask and had his face disfigured, so his expression couldn't reveal anything. How could there be a mysterious indigenous deity in this place? And this succubus has turned all the followers of this deity into the same kind! Isn't she afraid of the deity's revenge? What on earth is the Black Ark trying to do?

"Sister Granny, I came to you this time because of this." Shalelei didn't waste any words and directly took out the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess" from the storage ring. Du Mudan looked at the ring in her hand with a complicated mood.

After all, it was her ring... well, it used to be.

And when the gleaming birch harp appeared in Sallelei's hands, Granny's eyes immediately widened and her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets - as a succubus and priestess of the antler goddess, her keen spiritual perception immediately sensed the extraordinaryness of this object.

The strong breath of nature and life hit her face, spreading and surging in the cave. Granny felt that her spirit was involuntarily mobilized, as if silently responding to the harp.

"Lady Saint, this... this?" Granny couldn't even speak clearly. The Antlered Goddess and the Goddess of Fertility were both deities in charge of nature and life, with very similar functions. Her spirit reacted particularly strongly to the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess," as if the harp were subtly calling her.

"It's called the 'Shadow of the Spring Goddess,' a magical item from the Church of Plenty." Sharlele thrust the harp forward, leaving Granny even more bewildered. "It allows the holder to cast low-level fertility spells and control wild beasts with its melodies. Sister Granny, we can use it to breed giant spiders and establish a stocking workshop..."

Hearing this, the eyes under the Poison Peony human skin mask widened.

When she was still "Chrona" of the Church of Plenty, she also mixed in with that group of noble ladies and pretended to ask Sharlene about stockings.

Although everyone loves beauty, as a half-disabled person, Du Mudan no longer has any desire for beautiful clothes - after all, no clothes can restore her face to its original state.

But, but, she could never have imagined that the thin and flexible stockings that could perfectly outline the shape of a woman's legs were actually made of giant spider silk!

Moreover, this succubus saint who seemed to be missing a string in her brain actually wanted to use the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess" to control and breed giant spiders!

When she thought about how she had asked what material the succubus stockings were made of, and the answer she got was a mysterious smile that was full of secrecy, Poison Peony, who had always been afraid of hairy arthropods, wanted to bang her head against the wall and die.

But the next moment, two flickering green lights lit up in the dim cave.

No one expected that when this magical item from the Church of Plenty appeared in the sacred sanctuary of the Antlered Goddess, the one who reacted the most was not the high priest of the Antlered Goddess, nor the cultists of the Nightmare Cult, nor the saint of the Succubus.

But it is - the Deer Horned Goddess herself.

Because the two green lights just lit up from the "head" of the stag-shaped tree roots in the pool, like a pair of cold and sinister eyes.