Succubus cannot be a saint

Although she tried her best to use discipline and teachings to cleanse the desires in her heart, what she saw every moment of every day were her fellow nuns who were with her day and night. They would change clothes and laugh in front of her without a care in the world. Just looking at their beautiful eyes, the discipline in Irene's heart would collapse.

Many times, she would be immersed in fantasy without warning, her face would suddenly turn red, and she would quickly walk away from the nuns. But fortunately, in her dreams, she could fully release the secret desires deep in her heart.

After all, it was just a dream, it was fake, not real. Neither Igeria, Elisa, nor Catherine would know. Everything in the dream was allowed.

Besides, didn't the Saint Lady also say that? It's nothing, it's all normal...

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Just like that, late one night, Irennie opened her eyes drowsily, habitually welcoming the arrival of that wonderful dream.

Everywhere I looked was the majestic dome of the chapel and the statue of the goddess. All around me were fellow nuns chatting and playing with each other, playing around like children.

Filling the nostrils are the rich body fragrance of women, the scent of flowers, and the mellow aroma of fine wine.

What I heard were their unbridled laughter, sounds they would never normally make, their playful giggles, their slight gasps, and their charming cries for mercy, which filled this sacred hall with a wonderful atmosphere.

"Um--"

Irennie stretched out her arms and, just by rubbing them with her fingertips, she knew who was lying next to her.

"Igeria, come closer to me..." The head nun, who was usually capable and strong, was like a pool of thawing spring water at this moment, with her fair cheeks shining with a happy blush.

The usually resolute head sister giggled and moved closer to her, kissing her gently on the cheek. Feeling the familiar lips on her cheek and forehead, Irenne let out a series of giggles and stretched out on the soft carpet.

Then the familiar dome of the chapel came into view again.

It didn't seem like the vague chapel in her dream, but rather a very clear one, one she was extremely familiar with, one she saw many times every day...

——The dome of the cathedral chapel.

"what……?"

The moment she realized this, Irennie shuddered, feeling a chill running down her spine. Then, the hazy feeling of comfort and happiness washed over her again, vying for her consciousness.

But at this moment, she happened to feel the touch of the cold night breeze - it was a vivid feeling that did not exist in her dreams, and it was undoubtedly real.

Could it be...isn't this a dream? This isn't a dream, but reality, the real...Cathedral?

This thought was like an icicle piercing Irenne's spine. She sprang to her feet and pushed Egeria away without hesitation.

"Irenne...Irenne?" Egeria murmured vaguely, and a pair of slender white arms subconsciously wanted to grab her. "Where are you going?"

Her fingers brushed against Irenne's waist, bringing a familiar tremor. Irenne's heart suddenly shook, her legs softened, and she almost fell to her knees on the warm carpet again.

But as far as the eye can see, under the sacred dome of the cathedral, there is a soft carpet, and on the carpet are girls laughing and playing with each other, sipping wine, being extremely unrestrained. How can they look like nuns who strictly observe the commandments?

This was a dream scene that she was very familiar with.

But in Irennie's eyes, this scene was like a cold current that froze her heart.

Is this real or fake? She is increasingly confused.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 260: Irenne's Beautiful Fall (4k)

"It's our turn to perform." Outside the chapel, Sharlene smiled slightly.

Beside her was Willie, sitting in a wheelchair. The little witch glared at her with hatred. Her face had turned red just by hearing the laughter of the women in the chapel.

Just half a month ago at night, Sharlele specially called her to the room. Just after she put on the white stockings given to her by the woman with trepidation to keep for the appointment, Sharlele took out a string of runes from somewhere and told her - this was the "Succubus Cradle" she had imagined!

For a moment, Velie didn't know what to do. She stared blankly at the runes. Her feet, which had instinctively become hot and soft when she saw Sharlelei, slowly cooled down.

—I came to your bedroom alone at night, and you came to make a request! ?

Half a month later, Sharlelei called her out again. Believing she was here to make another request, Villie brought a stack of documents over.

But now, she was blushing as she clutched the stack of information tightly, listening to the giggling of the nuns, her eyes almost turning into mosquito coils.

"Master, I, are we going in?"

But this wasn't the end. This time, there was a new succubus beside Velie.

The succubus paladin Berea was only wearing a silk nightgown, with her slender and round legs wrapped in white stockings. Her face was flushed with excitement, and the leather collar around her neck was particularly conspicuous.

——That was a necklace she customized for herself, and she also engraved her name on the silver piece on the necklace with her own hands.

"Are you ready? Let's go." Salares smiled sweetly, a charming and evil light shimmering in her eyes. "Let these poor and lovely nuns fall into the dark abyss..."

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The moment the chapel door opened, the beautiful voices of the nuns stopped.

The Saint appeared outside the door, dressed in a long silk dress. In stark contrast to her usual dignified and holy appearance, she now wore a charming smile, her eyes sparkling with watery light, revealing a charming demeanor.

"Lord Saint?"

"Lord Saint..."

"Ahh, Lady Saint!"

The appearance of this chosen saint immediately set off a wave of sweet voices among the nuns. The women shouted with joy, and their eyes were filled with watery ripples when they looked at her.

"Saint... Lady?" Irenne muttered foolishly. Regardless of her current state, she stumbled forward and grasped Sharlelei's hand. "Saint, is this true? Is this reality... or a dream?"

Sharlelei chuckled softly, tugging at Irenne's arm and pulling her into her arms. Her cheek felt warm and soft, and her breath was filled with the sweet fragrance of the girl. Irenne felt a buzzing in her head, and she almost collapsed in Sharlelei's arms, unable to extricate herself.

In a trance, she vaguely saw the pair of charming purple eyes slowly approaching, and an indescribable enchantment and evil appeared in the eyes, just like the deadly poison flowing from the pistil of a white lily.

Her ears felt warm, and a pair of soft lips were pressed against Irennie's ears, hammering every devilish word into her brain.

"Of course it is...realistic."

Irenne's mind went blank as she looked up blankly. Charlene giggled and slowly pushed her away, opening her arms. With a whoosh, a pair of black demonic leather wings unfolded behind her. Then came long dark golden horns and a slender black heart-shaped tail...

Soon, a succubus appeared in front of Irenne.

With a thud, Irennie's knees softened and she knelt on the ground in a daze, looking at the beautiful succubus with a charming smile in front of her.

"Ha...haha..." She suddenly laughed foolishly, her body trembling. "This is a dream...this must be a dream...Lady Saint, please, please don't tease me...Yes, this must be a dream. How could the Lady Saint be a succubus? How could she be a demon?"

Sharlele stared at Irenne, who was kneeling on the ground and muttering to herself, her eyes curved coquettishly with joy.

"Why not? My dear sister Irenne, who do you think made you have those dreams? Who do you think aroused your desires? Who do you think made you—become like this?"

—The Saint is… a succubus? A… demon?

So, her protection of Field and her overthrow of the Archbishop were all fake? Then, I, who stood on her side, had also committed the same sin?

Gradually, Irenne's trembling ceased. The confusion, shock, regret, fear, and humiliation that had been sucked into her like a whirlpool suddenly erupted into an endless, raging rage. She suddenly raised her head, her blue eyes burning red with rage!

"Demon! I'm going to kill you!"

With a scream at the top of her lungs, and without caring about the fact that she was not covered at all, Irennie pounced forward and threw a punch!

But the next second, a sharp pain came from her hand. She stood there, looking at the woman in front of her in disbelief.

"Belle...ya?"

Berea, who stood in front of Sharlele, smiled and clenched Irenne's fist.

At this moment, the female knight was only wearing a thin nightgown. The thin clothes could not hide her graceful and agile figure, but what shocked Irennie the most were the thick goat horns extending backwards from her head and the devil tail behind her.

A crimson tinge of evil and demonic energy filled the knight's watery eyes, and she burst into a crisp chuckle. "Why, are you surprised to see me, Her Excellency Sister Irenne?"

"You, you've become a devil too... You've become a devil too... Betrayer - Betrayer!"

Irenne roared, twisting her wrist to break free and striking again. Bereya, with a delicate smile, easily parried her attack. They exchanged several blows, and Bereya, finding an opening, struck the nun's muscular abdomen.

"Woo!"

Irennie groaned, her mind suddenly blanking out. A tremor surged from deep within her body, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back. But Bereya stood there, smiling, and didn't pursue her, allowing her to slowly recover from the spasms.

"I, I'll kill you—!"

Irenne's voice trembled as she rushed forward again, leaving a few wet marks on the carpet at her feet. But this time, Berea didn't give her a chance.

The succubus knight spun around and lashed out with her slender thigh. Irennie only had time to raise her hand to block it, but a huge force surged over her, and her vision went dark. Berea's thigh pressed down on her shoulder, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

At this moment, if there were outsiders here, they would definitely see an extremely strange and charming scene: in the chapel, the nuns were lying on the soft carpet, a succubus wearing only a nightgown stepped on the ground with one foot, and raised the other leg high, pressing it on the shoulder of a naked nun, causing her body to sink a little bit, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Why resist, Her Excellency the Head Sister?"

Belea stood on one leg, her legs lifted and pressed down, her long legs stretched straight, in stark contrast to her usual resolute and dignified appearance. Her pretty face, covered in blush, was filled with a charming yet cruel and sadistic smile.

"Becoming a succubus is a very pleasant thing, you know? You'll know once you've tasted it. Once you've experienced what it's like to be a succubus, you won't want to be human anymore. Come, submit to your master, and embrace the great sublimation and evolution..."

"You...demon...despicable...evil creature..." Irenne struggled to support the heavy weight on her shoulders. Looking at the female knight's evil smile that she would never normally show, her heart gradually sank into a pit of despair. She barely held on with a breath, her teeth sinking deeply into her lips as she struggled to squeeze out a sound from her throat, "I...will not succumb to...your deception..."

"You're so naughty, Her Excellency the Head Sister... If you just kneel down, you can experience supreme happiness, right?"

The smile on Bereya's face gradually disappeared. She grinned like a carnivore staring at its prey, revealing her sharp white canine teeth. Her eyes flashed with cruelty and cold mockery. She pressed her thighs down little by little and said word by word:

“Kneel down quickly, quickly, kneel down in front of the master and feel the joy of obedience… Kneel down, kneel down quickly, quickly—kneel down!”

“No—!” Veins popped out on Irenne’s forehead, but her legs remained straight. “I won’t surrender… You, you… are you still a knight?”

"Why doesn't it count? I took the oath of knighthood and fulfilled it, but is there any conflict between this and being my master's loyal pet?" A blush suddenly appeared on Belea's face, and she gently fiddled with her collar.

"It doesn't matter……"

At this moment, a gentle and sweet voice suddenly sounded. Salleh smiled, walked past the two people who were in a stalemate, and turned around leisurely.

"Sisters, I will give you a choice..."

She gracefully moved aside, making way for the outside of the cathedral. Although her voice was not loud, it was clearly audible.

"The first way is... leave here now. I won't stop you. You can go to the deacon of the temple and tell him that I'm a succubus... and then return to your original life - a life of discipline, boredom, and lifelong abstinence."

"And the second one is..."

She lowered her eyes, smiling gently and compassionately. A golden holy light slowly rose behind her. Not only Irenne, but even the nuns turned their gazes towards her, their infatuated eyes reflecting the bright, holy light.

"... Come kneel before me and swear to submit to me. I will grant your desires and liberate your hearts, and you will experience even more wonderful pleasures - then, I will assimilate you into a succubus like me, and your dreams will become reality."

There was silence. For a moment, no one spoke.

"Look! Fiend!" Irenne laughed loudly, her voice trembling. "No one here will succumb to your temptation! No one will lose to you! No—"

But before she could finish her words, a figure slowly stood up from the carpet and walked towards her.

Irene's face turned pale instantly, and her laughter stopped abruptly. She looked at the figure with her last hope, praying desperately in her heart that the nun would walk past Charlene and head towards the exit of the chapel.

But - her hopes were dashed.

The nun had a trance-like smile on her face. She came to Sharlele, slowly knelt down, and looked up at the succubus illuminated by the sacred light with piety and reverence.

“No…Eliza, why…why…”

Irenne closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Forgive me, Sister Elesa..." Sister Elisa murmured, her voice like a dream. "I can't go back... I can't leave that dream anymore. Only after having that dream did I understand how boring my previous life was... and how ridiculous our rules... were..."

"Dream... Wait, you..." Irenne suddenly opened her eyes, terrified. Dream, dream... So, so—it wasn't just her, everyone had had that dream, everyone had long been a captive of that succubus?

"So, Lady Saint, please grant me liberation. I know I can't go back..."

Alessa bowed her head in reverence, clasping her hands together. Salares smiled sweetly, bit her fingertip, and passed a drop of blood between her lips.

"Do not--!"

At this moment, Irenne suddenly let out a shrill wail. Amidst her wail, Alessa opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed. Amidst heavy gasps, curving horns sprouted from her head, her eyes gradually turning crimson, and a long, black, heart-shaped tail emerged from the end of her tailbone.

Soon, she was assimilated into a succubus.

"This is... the feeling of liberation..." Alessa slowly stood up, stroking her own crystal-clear skin in disbelief, feeling the countless subtle scents surging in the air. The world in her eyes suddenly became extremely colorful, with thousands of details visible. Her body was light, flexible and swift, and the wonderful happiness that filled her whole body made her ecstatic.

"Is this... what it feels like to be a succubus?" she murmured dreamily, "I never imagined... that not being human... could be so wonderful..."

Immediately, she turned around and opened her arms, her cheeks flushed with excitement and tears, showing her body to the nuns.

"Sisters!" Elesa, the former nun and newly born succubus, cried out in a trembling voice, "There is no need to hesitate! This lord... our master, will grant us a new life! We... we don't have to be bound by those rules anymore... We, we can become completely new selves... Ahhh! How wonderful!"

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon one of the nuns, and her crimson eyes instantly melted, transforming into flowing spring water. The succubus Elesa raised her slender arms, her fingers opening and closing like orchids, gazing at the nun with affection.

"Catherine-senpai... no, Catherine. Now I can finally say it, even though this is reality and not a dream. I want to say it in reality... Catherine, come, accept assimilation with me and become a brand new self?"

After a brief silence, accompanied by a sob, a figure suddenly rushed out and threw itself into Alessa's arms.

The two hugged each other tightly. Under Irennie's distraught gaze, the succubus's long tail wrapped around Catherine's thigh. Alessa supported her predecessor and knelt down in front of Sallele.

Catherine raised her head, her tear-filled eyes fixed on the girl before her, as if praying to a goddess. She whispered, "Lady Saint, please transform me... please transform me into a succubus like Elesa..."

In this way, one nun after another came forward, holding hands and kneeling in front of Salora. And with each nun who came forward, Irene's figure became an inch shorter, and her knees sank a little bit.

Soon, the joyful laughter and cries of the succubus nuns rang out again. Irenne's tears fell one by one to the ground and shattered, leaving large wet marks on the carpet beneath her.