Succubus cannot be a saint

"call……"

Sallelei sighed softly. In the magical and mysterious feeling just now, she vaguely felt that countless invisible "threads" rose from all directions and connected to her.

"This should be the connection between me and the succubi." She thought silently. Through this connection, she could also faintly feel the fluctuations of desire of her subordinate succubi, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.

These "connections" were interwoven into a web surging with the power of desire. She suddenly had a feeling that as long as she wanted, she could stir up waves of desire and emotion in this web and arouse even stronger emotions in the succubi.

Before last night, she didn't have such ability.

"If I had known this, I would have done what a succubus should do sooner..." Salile was a little amused and helpless, and suddenly her heart moved again.

He can guide the desires and emotions of the succubi to a certain extent, and "Blessing of Joy" has the magical ability to transform desires into magic power.

Sharlelei gently tapped her chin, her thoughts gradually wandering. If she could transform the ripples of desire of the succubi into controllable magic, then wouldn't that be...

...No. He already had more than enough magic power in his body, and his ability to carry and control it was limited. Instead of concentrating all of this magic power on himself, he could use it as a source of energy for the magic industry.

However, he is currently unable to operate the "Blessing of Joy" freely, and can only activate its power when assimilating other people into succubi.

Therefore, transforming the desire ripples of the entire succubus population into a source of mana is just a beautiful idea now...

How many more succubi are needed to further awaken the "Blessing of Joy" and enable it to be controlled freely?

Salaret pondered and shook her head, then returned to the bedside to look at Isadore and Willie who were still sleeping soundly. The two little succubi were snuggling up to each other intimately, with a charming blush still remaining on their little faces, their golden and black hair intertwined, and their snow-white necks, chests and inner thighs were covered with small red marks.

Seeing this scene, Sharlelei's face couldn't help but feel hot - because she also had these small souvenirs on her.

And it's twice as much.

As if she felt Sallelei's loving gaze, Willie's long eyelashes moved, and her eyes, one blue and one orange, slowly opened in front of her, as if she had not woken up yet, covered with a layer of mist. She pursed her cherry lips, and after a moment, her eyes gradually became clear.

When she saw the purple-eyed girl in front of her with a half-smile in her eyes, a strange blush suddenly hit her cheeks. She turned her head away in panic, but in the blink of an eye she saw Isadore sleeping soundly again. She seemed to remember what happened yesterday, and her cheeks became redder and redder. She had to turn back shyly and stammered, "Good morning..."

Looking at the shy appearance of the little witch, who looked like a petal exposed to the sun, a sweet and soft feeling spread in Sharlene's heart. She bent down, and the fullness of her chest fell heavily, attracting Willie's attention.

The next moment, Sharlene pecked her little witch's lips lightly, which shocked her so much that she froze there. She was stunned for a while, and then the expression on her pretty face slowly melted away. She was sweet, happy, and shy, and steam was almost coming out of her head.

As if sensing the movement of the person in her arms, Isadore's eyelids fluttered for a moment before slowly opening. Unlike Villie, the little succubus's eyes were still misty. Her nose quivered, like a puppy sniffing food, and she straightened up unsteadily, burrowing into the close proximity of Sallelei's breasts, sniffing them with fervor.

Only after she had smelled enough did the little nun blink her eyes and poke her head out of Sharlelei's arms. Her cheeks were so soft and melted with comfort: "Hey, Sister Sasha, good morning..."

"Good morning, you two little ones." Sallelei smiled and saw that Willie's beautiful eyes were staring at her with anger and jealousy. She stretched out her arms and pulled her into her arms. She and Isadore each rested their heads on one of her soft breasts, cheek to cheek, and he lowered his head to kiss their foreheads.

"How did you sleep last night? Did you feel uncomfortable?"

Upon hearing this question, both Willie and Isadore were stunned, their blushes growing even deeper. The little witch buried herself between Sallelei's breasts, her hands clutching her skirt. After a long pause, she murmured, "No, no... or rather, very... well, um... well, no, no, I, I don't know how... how to put it..."

At the end of her words, her voice whimpered with a hint of shame and indignation. Her whole body felt as if it was burning hot. Finally, she choked and said, "In short, it's all your fault... Yesterday... it was like you were a different person. You... you bastard, and you made me and that little idiot..."

"Little, fool?" Sharlene narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of danger and sadism flashing in them. Hearing her suddenly lowered voice, Willie hurriedly looked up, "No, no, I mean, I mean, Ishado..."

"Bad Vivi..." Isadore muttered on the other side.

"You promised me yesterday that you would get along well with each other, right?" Salle extended her hand. Willie originally thought that she was going to stroke her hair, so she closed her eyes and waited anxiously and expectantly, but who would have thought that the nimble and soft fingers would fall on her ears, plucking and kneading them flexibly.

The elf girl shuddered, and opened her eyes in frustration. Those slightly narrowed purple eyes met her gaze, a smoldering light flowing through the obscure purple. It was just like the scene in the pitch-black night of yesterday, which had made her heart beat wildly, filled with sweetness, fear, anticipation, and even made her breathless...

"Hurry up, you promised yesterday..." A gentle voice with a slight hoarseness urged. Just by listening to the seemingly calm but actually threatening tone, a strange itchy pain rose from the lower abdomen where the mark was engraved.

Willie's heart was pounding. She knew, she knew that if she didn't do what the woman in front of her said, she would be severely punished, tortured until her voice was hoarse, her waist and limbs were so sore that she couldn't stand up anymore, and her brain melted to the point where she couldn't even add one plus one. But, but asking her to do that thing, or -

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?”

But the next moment, a pair of soft lips touched her lips. Willie opened her eyes suddenly, but saw Isadore's crimson eyes full of innocent curiosity.

That was what Sharlele asked them to do yesterday, "proof of a harmonious relationship."

The fingers on the elf girl's ears gently tapped the tip of her ear, as if urging her on. Meanwhile, the smile on Sharlene's lips grew slightly, and the hint of sadism in her became increasingly undisguised.

Damn it, this cruel sadist, how could I...how could my heart be...and even my body...be...

Willie was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately, but somehow, under the urging of Sharlele, she instinctively leaned over, held down Isadore's restless shoulders, and kissed the little succubus on the lips.

"Yes, that's right. From now on, you should all get along harmoniously like this..."

With a soft voice that was slightly hoarse, the fingers that were on the tip of Willie's ear finally left and gently drew circles on the red mark on her neck. A tingling sensation came from the surface of her skin. Willie closed her eyes and turned her head away in shame and anger.

"How despicable! This sadist and that odor fetishist, both of them are..."

"Oh? You seem to be saying something extraordinary, my Xiaowei?"

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Not a virgin anymore! Not a virgin anymore! (Pointing everywhere)

If you want to see it, hurry up and see it! If you get caught, this store will be gone!

I will finish writing the short extra chapter as soon as possible and post it in the group (serious)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 285: First Meeting, Anjie

The moment she heard Sharlele's voice, Willie's whole body trembled, and then she realized that she had just said what was in her heart!

She turned her head suddenly, but her vision suddenly darkened. Salleh had already kissed her without saying anything. Her eyes widened, and then her gaze melted. Even if she protested a thousand times, they could only be blocked between her lips, turning into a stream of helpless gasps.

"Who! Who has a scent fetish?" In a hazy state, I heard Isadore's annoyed protest, "It's obviously the bad Weiwei who is the weirdest one! When her feet are played with, she will-"

"Mmmmmmmmm-!"

Before Isadore could finish her words, Willie began to struggle in shame and anger, and even her muffled moans drowned out Isadore's voice.

"Okay, you two are shameless little perverts..."

After an unknown amount of time, Shalelei finally let go of the little witch, who was only breathing heavily and had lifeless eyes, and embraced the two of them again. "Don't worry, I will train you to be even more unbearable..."

Training!? Even worse!?

Hearing the woman's dangerous words in a daze, the only remaining piece of clarity in Willie's heart was about to explode, but at this moment, the door of the room was gently knocked.

"I'll go open the door, you guys get dressed." Sharlene calmly stood up and put the two little succubi on the bed. Looking at the red marks on their skin, her eyes suddenly darkened and her fingers gently drew circles on their little strawberries.

"Put on your clothes," the slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of emphasis and threat, "I don't want others to see this..."

Then, Sharlelei got out of bed, carefully put on a thick coat, and then went to the living room door where she had been waiting for a long time. When she opened the door, she saw Angeldale as expected.

After just one night, the girl looked much more haggard, with two dark circles on her pale and thin cheeks, as if she had not slept all night. Her eye sockets were red and swollen, and her cheeks were covered with undried tear marks.

When she saw Sharlene, she avoided her gaze, lowered her head and remained silent.

"Come in, Ange." Sharlele tightened her dress and collar, then pulled the hem down to hide the oddly placed souvenirs. Angedale seemed to realize her intentions, her body trembling slightly, her expression growing even darker.

But she waited for a moment, and when she heard Sharlele say just "Angie" instead of "Miss Angeldale", her eyes slowly lit up again.

“Is black tea the only option?”

Let Angeldel sit on the sofa in the living room, and Sharlele made tea for her using a small magic stove.

"Thank you..." Angeldale was a little uneasy. Her shy and fearful appearance was completely different from the crazy look of last night. Gazing at the steam rising from the teapot, she pursed her lips and finally spoke, "What are you going to do with me?"

"What should we do with you?"

"I know your secret..." Angeldel twisted her fingers together and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Salaret. "I know you're a succubus, you're all succubi... Are you going to do something to me to prevent me from revealing the secret? Like... erase my memory?"

"Why?" Salaret still looked at her with a smile.

"Why—you mean..." Angeldel looked up in surprise. She had never expected that Salares would say such a thing.

"I don't need to do anything to you because I trust you not to leak secrets. On the contrary, you said yesterday... that you could help me infiltrate the North and destroy this kingdom. Why is this? Is it just because of the month we spent together? I'm very curious about this matter."

Her slender legs crossed beneath her nightgown, and Sharlene stared at Angeldel earnestly. "Think carefully, you've never told me anything about your past. Why would you want to help a succubus infiltrate the North and betray the kingdom? Is it simply because... you want me to accept you?"

"So... I'd like to hear your story, Ange—if you're willing to tell me."

Angeldale was stunned. Her knuckles turned pale as she kneaded the hem of her skirt.

Should I...tell her? Tell her about my past, the things I've been through?

Yes, yes, she had told the Archbishop, but for some reason, once the person she was talking to became Salleh, her tongue felt like it was tied. But she still tried to speak, trying to get those things out, while swallowing the tears that rolled into her eyes.

She said that she was like a bird without freedom living in the Duke of Iharin's mansion.

——From childhood to adulthood, the maids and servants who followed him everywhere were all his father’s spies.

——The only place I can go is the place arranged by my father.

——The only friends I can make are those arranged by my father.

Countless times, the letters I wrote were kindly and rightfully taken away by the maids and presented to my father for inspection. Some were returned with some content crossed out, while others disappeared without a trace. Even the gifts I received were carefully read by my father, and those that didn't meet his standards were never presented to me again.

Countless times, her father had told her that she was the hope of the Iharin family and that everyone in the family had high hopes for her. She had once been happy about this, but soon she realized that her only "value" seemed to be marrying the second prince.

- She was monitored, followed, and her personal belongings were randomly browsed. All of this was just to make her into an object, a gift that took more than ten years to make and was in line with the Duke and the Second Prince's wishes.

So, during that month, when she and Salora secretly ran out of the mansion and came to the rose garden under the moonlight, she was so happy and joyful. When she was with Salora, she suddenly felt that she was not an object, but finally became a human being.

At some point, after Angeldale's last words faded into thin air, she suddenly realized she was in tears. She hadn't even refilled her cup of tea several times.

"I won't kill you, nor will I brainwash you. As I said, Anjie, I'm no longer the same person I used to be. However, I have a suggestion. What do you think?"

Sharlelei put down her teacup and tangled her hair with her slender fingers. She leaned forward slightly, and through the neckline of her nightgown, the deep, white cleavage within was faintly visible.

"This is not condonation, nor is it forgiveness. I will always remember what you did to Isadore. However, I will not, and I have no right to, punish or forgive you on her behalf."

"So, this is an opportunity for you to choose how to make amends and how to act. At the same time, I also hope that you can use this opportunity to find what you want to do and find the reason that allows you to live."

"Today, right now, right here, let us begin a new encounter."

A pure white hand reached out to Angeldale. The girl looked up in shock, only to be met with a pure and bright smile.

"Nice to meet you, Anjie. I'm Salares."

It was strange. This face was identical to the girl beneath the moonlight, yet the feeling it evoked was completely different. And yet, the throbbing in my heart now was exactly the same as the night I first held "her" hand and stepped into the rose garden...

The word "encounter" echoed in her heart for a long time, and something warm still welled up in her eyes. It wasn't tears, it definitely wasn't tears. But what was it?

It was the dew on rose petals under the moon. It was the scattered sunlight falling on her hair. It was the sob that escaped her throat, and the joyful and satisfied wrinkle in her heart when she touched those hands again.

"Nice to meet you...Salalei. I'm...Angeldale."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 286: The Saint's Words

So, when the succubus maid brought breakfast, Isadore and Velie also put on their clothes and climbed out of bed.

After last night's confession and long talk, and after Sharlene's smiling training, the relationship between the two became much closer than before.

Isadore effortlessly carried the little witch to the wheelchair, while Willie habitually helped the little nun to tidy up her hair. The two looked at each other, their cheeks flushed as they recalled yesterday's absurd incident. They couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the two devil tails came very close together, sticking together.

When Isadore pushed Willie's wheelchair and they came to the living room to see Angeldel, their two little faces suddenly turned dark.

"Hey, why are you still here?" Isadore was innocent and gentle, but Willie wasn't so easy to talk to. The little witch rolled her eyes and asked, "What kind of trick are you trying to put on us this time? Taking poison or committing suicide?"

Sharlelei couldn't help but burst out laughing, and her plump breasts trembled. Angeldel looked at her with a somewhat resentful look, pursed her lips, and ultimately did not refute. She just sighed softly and said, "I... can't do anything."

"Oh? You want to pretend nothing happened?" Willie squinted at her coldly. "That's too cheap, isn't it? Don't you want to pay anything?"

"I'm sorry... I understand. So if you want me to apologize, anything is fine, except... except my life. You can take anything you want."

Angeldel raised her head and looked seriously into the little witch's heterochromatic eyes. Her tone was sincere and serious, leaving no doubt that she would pick up a dagger and stab herself in the chest in the next second.

As if she hadn't expected her to confess so frankly, Willie was stunned for a moment, and her aggressive aura subsided. She poked Isadore's ribs with her fingertips, "Hey, hey... say something too. You're the victim, right?"

That's quite true. To be fair, Angeldel didn't directly put any obstacles in Willie's way. Although her motives were not pure, she did help her with the matter of the magic archives.

"I..." Isadore was speechless for a moment. After what happened last night, she had already confessed her feelings to Sallelei. The only two remaining worries, besides the recognition of the Flame of Compassion, were the fear that she would be controlled by hatred again.

But...what could he do? Everything was irreversible. Even if he had lost the Holy Hammer's approval, he was still the closest and most special person to Sister Sasha.

But now, Isadore no longer felt any anger or hatred towards Angeldel, but only deep sadness.

Sister Sasha has already said that she will never get what she wants and will never be able to find the phantom of the old days again.

Thinking of this, Isadore slowly shook her head and sighed, half with pity and half with loneliness, "...I don't want your life, nor do I want your things. As long as you don't get in our way again, that's all. After all... you've been chasing after a shadow of the past, which is quite pitiful."

Initially, Willie had a look of rage on her face, as if annoyed at Isadore for letting her off so easily. But after hearing the words "You're pathetic too," her expression suddenly brightened, and she tried hard to stifle a laugh.

Angeldale's face turned pale.

Sometimes, the most innocent words can be the most hurtful.

"I really have to admit defeat." Willie sighed deeply, and Sallelei turned her head away, almost laughing out loud.

Still can't compare to talented players.

"I'm pitiful, I... I'm pitiful..." Angeldel repeated this to herself over and over again, her face turning pale and blue, angry and sad. But in the end, all the emotions in her heart cooled down and settled into a gray of sadness and irony.