Succubus cannot be a saint

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Even if it turns into a succubus, the keycaps are still keycaps (sigh)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 307: Cat? Keycaps!

Amidst the warmth and comfort that filled her body, the tabby cat drowsily opened her eyes, but the next moment, countless pieces of information rushed into her senses.

The dust particles floating in the sunlight, the subtle changes in every ray of light, the rich body fragrance of the girl in front of him, the breathing of the three people in the room, the talking and breathing of everyone outside the room, every footstep, even every sound of the wind... all were clearly visible.

It was as if... it was as if the whole world was within her perception.

And there was more to it than that. Deep in her belly, there seemed to be a warm "something" lingering, seemingly able to flow at the will of her thoughts...

Then, the tabby felt two hands rubbing against her head, and someone whispered in confusion, "Huh? No horns? No?"

Soon, the hands touched her buttocks and even reached into her pants without any hesitation!

"Where's the tail? No, that's not the one I want... Hmm? It's pretty perky..."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa --!"

The strange feeling of close contact with people turned into goose bumps that suddenly ran through the tabby cat's body. She screamed and subconsciously grabbed the person in front of her!

"--Ouch!"

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A few seconds later, the cat blinked and looked at the red mark on Sharlene's face. After realizing who she had scratched, she flinched and said with a flattering chuckle, "Um, Boss... there seems to be some misunderstanding just now... I really didn't steal anything..."

"Who said you stole something?" Shailelei rolled her eyes at her unhappily. "I was looking for your horn!"

"Why do I have horns?" The tabby cat was surprised. "Boss, you're not looking for a man's horns, are you? I may be a little flat, but I'm a woman..."

"…………" Shalelei sighed in despair. Although, as usual, the succubus transformation had made the tabby cat much more beautiful, her cunning and frivolous appearance and lazy demeanor completely ruined her beautiful face.

Sharlelei looked at her slap, then at the dirty-mouthed cat, and finally decided to just dock her salary, "Because you've turned into a succubus."

"H-? Boss, no, Lady Saint, you're not kidding, are you? I'm just a monster hybrid, but I don't want to be a real monster!"

"Who's kidding you?" Salares was speechless. She didn't even have the mood to seduce her, so she simply unfolded her succubus form. Norma behind her also giggled and revealed her tail and horns.

Suddenly, seeing two succubi, one large and one small, appear before him, the tabby cat was speechless with fear. The Saint was a monster? The Saint who had killed the cult rebels was a monster? That little magic apprentice was also a monster? He was also a monster?

"Ha...hahahaha, if everyone is a monster, I want to be a slime. After all, I can survive by eating dirt..."

For a moment, the tabby cat subconsciously thought she was dreaming. Ever since she led the Saint to find Moise, everything she had experienced was just a dream... But she pinched her face hard, and the pain was so vivid. And... and...

Facing these two enchanting and beautiful monsters, he almost instinctively realized that these two people were of the same kind as him!

This... is this possible?

But if that's not the case, how can I explain this sense that seems to be several times sharper than usual?

The tabby cat never doubted her instincts and intuition. From birth, they had been her most powerful weapons. It was with these two weapons, along with her animal-like instincts, that she could repeatedly escape the guards' pursuit and sense danger with near-prescience...

But now, her intuition told her that this "Succubus Saint" was not lying, and she was indeed one of them.

"No, I, how could I... I... what happened to me?" she murmured, stepping back and bumping into the table behind her.

"There's no need to be so nervous, Sister Cat." Suddenly, the little succubus smiled sweetly. She stroked her chest, her voice soft and dreamy, "You feel it too, right? It's so comfortable to be a succubus... This is Master... This is the 'blessing' given to us by the Saint Lady."

"That's... that's fucking bullshit!" the tabby cat roared, but his voice trembled with lack of confidence. "I... I've been turned into a monster! I'm not human anymore!"

"Strange, Sister Cat, you weren't originally human, were you?" The little succubus burst out laughing, covering her mouth exaggeratedly. "How come you can be a Warcraft hybrid, but not a monster? How weird!"

"What do you know!" The tabby cat screamed, but his body shuddered slightly. A voice in his heart whispered: Yes, she is right, I am not a human being... Then, why can't I be a monster?

"I know what you are afraid of, little cat..." Salares coughed lightly. With Norma's interruption, she finally regained her original missionary state in front of the tabby cat. She smiled and walked slowly forward, lifting the tabby cat's chin.

So, an actor’s self-cultivation...!

"What you're afraid of is... that you won't be yourself anymore? Am I right, kitten?"

The tabby cat's body trembled, her fingers flexing and stretching constantly, instinctively wanting to claw at the succubus in front of her, but for some reason, a mixture of fear, joy, and admiration surged in her heart, making it almost impossible for her to control herself. It was as if, as if...

It was as if she couldn't resist the person in front of her.

"But look, are you any different from your original self? Let me ask you, what do you like most?"

Being stared at by those purple eyes, the tabby cat shuddered all over, and a tingling electric current mixed with joy ran along her spine, making her tail stand up with joy and jump out of her pants.

"-gold, silver and treasures!" She answered without thinking, and almost instinctively raised her chin to allow Sharlele to scratch her where she felt more comfortable.

"who are you?"

"The greatest thief in Field!"

"What are the City Guards?"

"Shit-eating maggots!"

"What about the nobles?"

"Worm trash!"

"Life dream?"

“Eat meat every meal!”

Sallelei looked at her with a smile, and the tabby cat's mind suddenly cleared up - didn't that thoughtless question and answer just prove that - she was still the same self?

With a thud, she sat down on the ground. The fear, anxiety and confusion in her heart suddenly disappeared. An indescribable sense of humor came over her, and she suddenly laughed softly.

"I told you I would give you the power to control those thieves. This is it. You didn't turn into a monster, you just accepted the power I gave you..."

"Just... accepted your power..." The tabby cat was dizzy and for a moment only the pair of gentle purple eyes were in his vision. He muttered and repeated.

"Yes, isn't it natural for a boss to give a younger brother some benefits? Look, this is the benefit I give you. Accept this power and use it well..."

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A few minutes later, the tabby cat left the room, looking dazed and confused. Norma looked at her from behind, a little worried. "Master, is this okay? She hasn't been baptized by our faith, nor has she experienced the beauty of the Joy Cradle..."

"No problem. This guy is greedy, timid, and cowardly. Besides, she's a Warcraft hybrid. If she doesn't work for me, where else can she go?" Shalelei shook her head, thoughtfully. "But then again, she really doesn't have horns. So the beast characteristics of a Warcraft hybrid will replace the succubus characteristics - what the hell!?"

But as she was speaking, her eyes swept across the magic circle in the room, her face suddenly changed, and she blurted out a curse word without caring about her manners.

Norma was bewildered, but when she saw the empty rune base on the magic circle, she screamed, "—The crystal ball! The crystal ball is gone!"

"——When was that mean cat stolen?!"

When was it stolen?

Stolen...

Yes——

Salares' screams were heard far away from the Mage Guild, and at this time, the tabby cat had already come to the alley. He took out the crystal ball from his clothes like a magic trick, and spun it around on his fingertips. His eyes were shrewd and clever, and there was no trace of the confusion from before.

"Hehe, now it's time to teach those little thieves a lesson."

Halfway across the city, in the tavern room arranged by the spotted cat, the thieves gathered there sneezed at the same time.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 308: The Good Cat Squad

"Succubus—succubus, succubus..."

The tabby cat spun the crystal ball between her fingertips and muttered thoughtfully. With a flip of her wrist, the crystal ball rolled along the outline of the back of her hand all the way to her shoulder. She shrugged, and the crystal ball suddenly bounced up, passed over her head, and landed steadily on her other fingertip, spinning continuously.

To be honest, the tabby cat still has no real feeling that he has become a succubus. He just feels that he is still the same as before, except that his senses are sharper and his body is more flexible. The tricks that he used to be able to do only once out of three times can now be done easily.

and……

"Hmm... Baji Baji... Huge, free bread is so delicious..."

　The tabby cat put the crystal ball in his arms, took out a piece of bread, wiped it on his sleeve, took two bites, and muttered incoherently.

She also felt a surge of warmth in her lower abdomen, capable of flowing towards others at her will. Those exposed to this "warmth" would obey her commands, a truly magical experience. She had just used this "magic" to steal a loaf of bread.

After coming to his senses, he thought carefully with his own brain circuit as the number one thief in Field City. Even if he turned into a succubus, even if the saint was a monster, what he had to do seemed to remain unchanged.

It was nothing more than a change from stealing to working for others. As for what that succubus was doing in the city, it was none of her business. As long as she had bread for every meal and meat occasionally, she was already very satisfied.

Even if the matter was exposed and he was caught and burned to death, it seemed that the fate would be no different from being caught and beaten to death by the city guards in the past.

And now that he is the younger brother of "Lady Saint", those city guards have to treat him with respect!

Thinking of this, the tabby cat suddenly became arrogant, with its tail almost sticking out of its pants, making its butt bulge out, attracting the attention of several passers-by and whispering comments.

"Look, did that guy poop in his pants?"

"Even the Saint Lady issued the Purity Act..."

Tabby cat: “…………”

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In a corner of Field City, in an inconspicuous tavern, a dozen men and women were sitting or standing. Among them were ordinary citizens, thin men with shifty eyes, prostitutes with heavily made-up, people dressed as butchers and chefs, and even a dignified maid who was about forty or fifty years old.

With a bang, the door of the tavern was kicked open, and everyone looked at the newcomer - a slender girl with messy hair dressed in men's clothing, holding a basket of bread in her arms and a piece of bread in her mouth.

"Is everyone here? Great!"

The tabby cat spat the bread he was biting into the basket with a "Puh" sound and glanced around with pretended majesty. "I think you all know why I called you here, right?"

"You said you'd give us a new job," a man dressed as a bartender said angrily, "where's the job?"

"I don't care whether you work or not. I just want to know how you survived?" said the woman dressed as a maid, looking at her with suspicion.

"My time is valuable, and I've already wasted two hours on you, tabby cat." A neatly dressed gentleman with a top hat and a mustache took out a pocket watch from his pocket and took a look at it.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient." The tabby cat said slowly, his eyes sweeping over them.

These dozen or so people were all well-known swindlers and thieves in Field City, and the three who had just spoken were the worst. The others also vaguely regarded them as their leaders.

Tory, the bartender of the Rotten Gut Tavern, is a famous informant and intelligence dealer in the downtown area. He is also extremely perceptive. After the news of the Siege of Field spread, he went into hiding and avoided the Archbishop's purge of the Black Wing Society.

"Black-hearted Jenny", although dressed as a maid, is actually a female thief. She is often introduced into the homes of the aristocracy through connections and bribes, and then commits thefts and blames them on other servants.

The last one, "Magician" Spencer, claims to be a senior lawyer, dentist and pharmacist, but is actually a seasoned fraudster.

"Don't worry, I'll answer your questions bit by bit. The reason I was able to survive the fire at the Rotgut Tavern was entirely because..." The tabby cat coughed mysteriously, "...the mercy of the Saint."

"Lady Saint?" The "old hands" present looked at each other in confusion.

"That's right. Although the Archbishop is determined to purge the Black Wing Society, the Saint... uh, that's right, out of compassion, she believes that not everyone is unforgivable, so she gave me a chance to work for her..."

The tabby cat pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom. It was a document from Charlene, stamped with the Saint's seal. She handed it to the three of them. Spencer put on his monocle and examined it for a moment, frowning. "It's true."

When the other two heard him say this, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Simply put, while the Black Wing Society has been eradicated in Field City, they haven't been in other parts of the Western Territory yet. The Saint... uh, the Archbishop needs help gathering intelligence on the Black Wing Society. No one is better at this than us." Tabby Cat almost slurred his words, then quickly added, "The Saint said she can pardon your petty thefts. What do you think? Will you consider it?"

As soon as these words came out, the petty thieves immediately started talking about it. Most of them were ordinary thieves and pickpockets, and they were naturally delighted to hear this.

Spencer and the other three still frowned. Although the document had the mark of the saint on it, they still chose to treat it with caution.

"It says we're forming a spy team," Tory, the bartender, said, raising the paper. "Who's going to lead it?"

"Of course it's me, your great-grandmother." The tabby cat puffed out his chest proudly.

But alas…even Tori’s pecs are bigger than her breasts.

"Just you?" Tory sneered, and the other thieves also laughed along.

"What? You're not convinced?" The tabby cat raised her eyebrows. "If you have the guts, come and compete with me... uh..." She wanted to say "compete with me," but when she saw Tory's muscular chest and arms, her voice trailed off. "Forget it, I'll let you go..."

After mumbling for a moment, the tabby cat suddenly remembered the "warmth" in her stomach. She glanced around, concentrating her mind, and countless information once again came pouring in, flooding into her senses.

Spencer's eyeballs were trembling slightly, and Black-Hearted Jenny's breathing was a little rapid. Judging from the trembling of the air flow, Tory's hands should be constantly breaking the wooden board behind his back, which was a sign of nervousness.

It was truly marvelous. Information that I hadn't noticed before—no, it was impossible to notice—was now as clear as the sun in the sky, making it difficult to ignore.

So who among these three is the most nervous and the easiest to capture? Spencer's crimes are the most serious, and he's not sure he'll receive the Saint's pardon, so he's hesitant. Tory is a member of the Black Wing Society, and he's afraid of the Archbishop. Blackheart Jenny has no connection to the Black Wing Society, and many nobles, concerned about reputation, haven't reported her thefts, so she has the least criminal record...

The tabby cat's nose trembled slightly as he smelled the increasingly strong smell of sweat on Black Heart Jenny. She was sweating, and her heart was beating.

"Blackheart Jenny," the tabby cat suddenly said softly, "You know a lot of secrets of the nobles and rich families, right?"

Blackhearted Jenny shuddered and raised her head. The moment she met the tabby cat's eyes, her vision suddenly became blurry. "Yes... yes... they hid it very well, but some rumors always reached the ears of the servants..."

"This is what the Saint Lady needs. She wants to clean up the loan sharking industry in the city, and you can make amends... Besides, you only stole a few things, didn't you?"

The tabby cat's voice softly entered Black-hearted Jenny's ears, tilting the balance of her heart little by little.