Succubus cannot be a saint

Listening to the girl's gentle voice, Ruth's heartbeat quickened again, and tears welled up involuntarily.

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Afterward, Sharlele repeatedly assured Root and the apprentices that the mountain folk would not harm them. Out of trust and reverence for the "Saint Lady," the craftsmen, protected by the guards, set out with the "Saint Lady Mortar" to support the wall's repair work.

And Sharlelei was not idle either. After a simple lunch, she started to deal with official business. But soon, she realized that something seemed to be wrong - until now, she had not seen Ophelin.

Last night, the succubus nun came to her room in her nightgown with a flushed face, but after she took out the account book, she stood there in a daze, looking pitiful with a huge psychological gap.

As soon as Shailelei saw the blush on her face, she knew that this woman must have had some bad thoughts.

But why hasn't she shown up yet? Is she sick?

Can succubi catch a cold? Sharlelei hadn't even considered the question. Soon, she arrived at Opheline's bedroom. She didn't rush in, but listened carefully to the sounds inside.

"Hmm...mm..."

How should I put it? An unexpected outcome? Charlene heard a low, womanly moan through the crack in the door. But wasn't that a bit much? Her own nun had skipped work for half a day, hiding in her room working on her craft?

...Should I deduct her salary? No, that doesn't seem to be the crux of the matter...

But faced with this situation, even an experienced driver like Sharlelei couldn't help but blush. She coughed lightly and knocked on the door out of politeness.

"Opheline, are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, the room was filled with the sound of hurriedly rubbing clothes. After a while, Ophelin's voice, still a little trembling, was heard.

"I, I'm fine... Thank you, Saint Lady, for your concern..."

"Can I come in?"

"Ah...Okay, please wait a moment...!"

A few seconds later, Ophelin, her cheeks flushed, wearing a nightgown and a coat, opened the door. Although she had already opened the window, Sharlene could still smell a faint female body fragrance mixed with lingering heat wafting out of the room.

The head succubus nun stood in front of her own saint with her head lowered, feeling uneasy and rubbing her hands together like a child who had done something wrong.

Sallelei glanced at her. The woman's fair skin was flushed with a seductive blush, her bright eyes were filled with a moist gleam, and her plump, delicate lips were wet. She looked restless and uneasy. The tail swishing anxiously behind her further betrayed her current uneasiness.

Sallelei pretended not to notice anything and walked into the room with a smile. Beside the hastily made bed was a small table covered with account books, paper, and pens. Sallelei flipped through the book. The book contained neatly written tax forms for the lord's mansion. The ink was still fresh, as if it had been written only recently.

What's going on? Wasn't this succubus just doing what she loved? Was she working with one hand and "working" with the other? Shailelei couldn't help but turn around and look at Ophelin carefully.

In the sunlight, the nightgown on Opheline faintly revealed the shadow outline of a woman's body. Unlike Charlotte, a purely talented player who achieved great results with small branches, the succubus nun's curvy body exuded a plump and mature charm.

Perhaps because she put it on in a hurry, the straps of the nightgown fell off slightly, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white and smooth skin, and a hair that went around her armpit...

...thin linen rope?

Salaret's expression gradually changed.

Noticing Salle's strange look, Opheline immediately realized that her shoulder straps had fallen off and the thin linen rope under her armpits was exposed.

"……ah--!"

The mature and beautiful head succubus let out a sharp scream and abruptly squatted down, clutching the shoulder straps tightly, her cheeks red as if they were dripping blood. It would have been better if she hadn't squatted. Once she did, the garment on her back was pulled tight, and Sharlene could clearly see the outlines of the lines of rope...

So that's how it is. Working while "enjoying"...

Sallelei suddenly understood, yet at the same time, she was bewildered. When exactly had this head nun awakened to this quirk? Had she always been a person with deep desires? This was incredible! No wonder her initial desire count was 74...

I'm saying... after becoming a succubus, how could it be possible that she doesn't have any worldly desires at all? It's just that she's being suppressed, and there are always times when she can't help herself...

A strange smile crept onto Sharlene's face. She squatted down in front of Opheline and reached out to gently touch the trembling back of the succubus.

"The rope is showing through."

A soft voice with a slight hoarseness echoed in the air. Ophelin let out a soft cry and subconsciously raised her head to meet the pair of slightly narrowed purple eyes filled with a charming smile.

The beautiful face before him, once as dignified and holy as a goddess, now smiled gently as usual. But at this moment, that smile was tinged with an indescribable sensuality and allure.

At that moment, Ophelin suddenly realized that this Saint Lady was probably much more dangerous than the holy appearance she usually appeared to be.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 39: The Enlightenment of the Succubus Nuns

"Why would you tie yourself up and do your job at the same time?"

The gentle voice was like a soft feather scratching the brain, bringing a faint and tingling stimulation. Ophelin's eyes blurred involuntarily, and her waist spasmed slightly.

In a trance, she whispered, "Because... it's comfortable... it helps me concentrate... so..."

Got it, Full Concentration Breathing·Rope Breathing·Type 1...

Sharlelei seemed to be lost in thought, and continued to ask softly, "So... have you ever done something similar before?"

"As for tying me up... no, but... well, other things... I've done it occasionally..." Ophelin lowered her head deeply. She squatted on the ground, covering her face tightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz. "Ever since... you tied me up, I've felt... that this is very... comfortable..."

Upon hearing this, Shailelei's expression suddenly became extremely strange.

This is a good relationship. In the end, it was me who developed her into this state... Should I say she is worthy of being a succubus?

"Um... okay, then next question... after becoming a succubus, did you feel like doing that kind of thing? Did you feel... your desire rising?"

This time, Ophelin's body trembled, and after a long while, she whispered, "...Yes..."

--I see.

Sharlelei stared at the trembling succubus nun before her, her thoughts racing. Just as she'd expected, becoming a succubus would inevitably lead to desires. Even though the succubus nuns had been eating normal food and their magical powers showed no signs of weakening...

But this only proves that the succubi assimilated by Sharlene do not need to feed on essence, it does not mean that they do not need to vent their desires.

After calming down a bit, Ophelin's heart was instantly filled with guilt. Her eyes gradually moistened, and her voice became tearful. "Please... punish me, Saint. I... I was controlled by my own despicable desires. But no matter what, please give me one more chance. Don't take back my blessing..."

But what she didn't expect was that Shalelei smiled brightly upon hearing this. That enchanting smile bloomed unscrupulously on the face of this "saint", and Ophelin was stunned.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. I will not punish you, nor will I take back your blessing. After all, we are succubi. On the contrary, I will forgive you, guide you to understand your desires, and channel your desires..."

A slender finger lifted the chin of the succubus nun, forcing her tearful eyes to stare at the girl in front of her.

"However, if you want me to punish you, I will do as you wish..."

Then, Ophelin completely melted into those purple eyes filled with smiles.

"Come, my Head Succubus, gather the sisters, and let's... go back to the church."

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That afternoon, the succubus nuns temporarily stopped their work. They gathered in the chapel, and Sharlene once again performed the assimilation ritual, transforming a human nun into a succubus—at the cost of draining all the magic power of her and the other four succubi.

After a short rest, Sharlelei stood on the platform of the chapel again.

"Sisters, today I will teach you how to understand and channel your desires."

She smiled and looked around at the succubus nuns in front of her. After hearing the word "desire", these succubus were shaken to varying degrees, especially Isadore and Ophelin, who lowered their heads with blushing faces.

"Sisters, in the church's precepts and in society's discipline, desire, especially the bodies and desires of women, has always been seen as a scourge and a sin, requiring you to suppress and eliminate it."

"But in reality, desire is something we are born with. It will always exist and cannot be completely eliminated. Just like controlling water, the best way to deal with desire is not to suppress or eliminate it, but to channel it."

Sallelei glanced around and saw that the succubus nuns all had thoughtful expressions, so she continued, "The prerequisite for controlling desire is... we must acknowledge our desires. Sisters, there is no shame in admitting your desire for physical pleasure. Not only because it is an innate desire, but also because we are succubi. We are the masters of desire, not its slaves..."

Sharlelei spoke softly, opening her arms to the succubus nuns before her. For a moment, the chapel fell silent, the succubus' cheeks gradually flushed red, but Sharlelei simply smiled and waited quietly.

Finally, Ophelin mustered up the courage to step forward, clasped her hands together, and murmured a prayer: "I... I confess to the goddess. I once succumbed to the desires in my body. I like to use ropes..."

"Okay, Ophelin." Sharlele interrupted her quickly: "There's no need to express your specific desires...that's a personal privacy."

Ophelin finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked like she was about to cry: "Thank you, Saint!"

Following this example, the nuns also began to pray and confess.

"I, I also want to confess... I have improper desires in my body..."

"Me too... Ah, goddess, please forgive me, I actually had that feeling when I looked at a woman..."

"Me...me too! I seem to...I seem to be attracted to the same sex...ahhh..."

Then, one succubus after another revealed their preference for... uh, girls.

Listening to their confessions, Sharlene was gradually dumbfounded. No, I wanted to start that...physiological hygiene education class, not have you all come out in front of the goddess!

"Wait, if it's for a girl... isn't that the same as for the Saint Lady?"

Suddenly, a succubus muttered to herself, and the other succubi also realized that their Saint Lady, the former "Crazy Daughter", Sharlelei Delavie, was exiled here because she liked women...

"It must be the Saint who is leading us. Let us follow in her footsteps. Ah, praise the goddess..."

A succubus said this piously, and soon the emotion spread. The succubi shed tears of joy and excitement, and knelt on the ground to pray to Sharlene.

Okay, facts aside, this logic is indeed firmly ingrained in their worldview...

But at this moment, Salares was in tears.

What does being a lesbian have to do with following me?! Do you goddesses know that you are distorting the teachings? And don't act like I gave you the lesbian virus!

But she soon realized it. Wait, maybe I really was infected... because I assimilated all these succubi!

In other words, will they gradually synchronize with me in "some aspects"? Why do I feel like the succubus gene original...

Standing on the stage and accepting the prayers and worship of the succubi, Sharlele felt her facial muscles a little stiff.

In the end, the only one who remained silent was Isadore. Blood was practically dripping from the little thing's cheeks, and she clasped her hands together, shyly daring not to look directly at Sallelei.

"I... I didn't..." Tears flashed in the little nun's eyes. She pouted and whispered stubbornly.

"Well, I understand. After all, Isadore is still a child. And we won't force..." Being stared at by those succubi with burning eyes, Sharlele finally found a way out and coughed lightly.

But at this moment, Isadore suddenly raised her head, staring at Salleh with her big red eyes filled with tears, and shouted with her neck stiffened: "No! That's not desire... That, that's... That's faith!"

After saying this, Isadore suddenly turned around and ran out of the chapel.

——My feelings towards the Saint Lady are definitely not desire, they are definitely faith!

Unfortunately, these words kept circling in her young mind, but in the end... she couldn't say them out loud.

Sharlelei watched her sprint away, but instead felt relieved. It wasn't a good idea to let this little girl listen to what was coming next, but she could teach her some basic hygiene lessons later.

"Listen carefully, sisters. Next, I will tell you how to channel desire, control it, and bring yourself 'happiness'..."

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 40: Little Pig

Next, without resorting to "actual demonstrations," Sharlelei briefly explained some basic techniques like O-sensation and high O. Although she believed that these things should be self-taught, it would still be better to explain them.

After this part, there are some relatively serious contents, such as precautions for cleaning private parts, the general principles of menstruation, how to deal with dysmenorrhea, and some modern hygiene common sense.

Finally, she repeatedly warned these succubi not to attack female believers. She also didn't want to see them killing people every now and then.

However, what surprised Sharlelei was that these nuns of the Church of Light actually had some basic knowledge of physiology and hygiene. It seemed that this world wasn't that backward after all. At least within the church, the general education in this area was much better than on Earth during the Middle Ages.

However, this phenomenon is generally limited to the churches of the Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Fertility and their controlled areas. After all, these churches worship "female" gods, and women have a relatively higher status, so they pay more attention to women's health.

The priests of the Storm Lord and the War God Church are almost all male, and the believers are more or less chauvinistic. They even generally believe that women's menstruation is a bad omen. Some churches even forbid women who are menstruating from praying...

If it hadn't caused a religious war, Charlene would have wanted to spit when she passed by their church.

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At this moment, Isadore's heart was pounding. She ran along the dirt road, her chest filled with something burning and astringent.

Her honest little brain was desperately trying to figure out what her impulse towards the Saint was.

She wanted to have more contact with the Saint, to be closer to her. Since the Saint was a messenger sent by the Goddess, she should also be the object of her faith.

And all the education and training she received told her that there should be nothing else for the goddess except devout faith.

So, how could her feelings for the Saint be lust? It must be faith. No, it must be faith.

As she ran, Isadore stopped, her legs giving way as she knelt on the grass. She closed her eyes and continued to pray to the goddess. Then, as if a warm hand touched her, the goddess answered her prayer. Isadore closed her eyes, completely immersed in this mysterious spiritual feeling. Then, she felt the goddess' voice become clearer...

Is this... guidance from the goddess? Is this the goddess's affirmation of me?

More questions popped up in Isadore's mind. Although the goddess's response became clearer, it still contained no meaningful information. It was more like the goddess was gazing at her tenderly but wordlessly.

Even so, this was enough to excite the little succubus. She pulled a handkerchief from her bosom, her face gradually flushing. She brought it to her nose, breathing in the fragrance. Her eyes grew hazy, and she whispered softly, "Ah, Goddess, Saint, please guide me..."

But at this moment, a clear female voice sounded above her head: "...Why are you here alone?"

"Ah!" Isadore jumped up in shock! Then she seemed to bump into something. The person behind her screamed, and they both fell to the ground. Isadore scrambled to her feet and realized that it was Durenna who had spoken.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..." The female knight covered her nose and sat up, her brows furrowed, blood flowing from between her white fingers. "Is your head made of fine gold? It's so hard..."