Succubus cannot be a saint

Sallelei sighed and looked around the plain, shabby room. Of course, there was no electricity, running water, or internet, and the windows were even barred to prevent her from breaking out.

The mere thought of being trapped in this small room forever made her feel like she was going crazy.

But then again, Moon Spring Town was Shalelei's territory, and Derek was merely an agent. It was ironic that the legitimate lord was imprisoned in his own territory...

Smiling at herself, Sharlene turned her head to look at the wooden table beside the bed. Her eyes swept across the prayer book and literacy manual on the table and fell on the glass mirror.

"Glass mirrors are already commonplace? It seems this world isn't too backward. The nuns have also received literacy education..."

Then, she raised her eyes and saw herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror wore a black nun's garb, her long, light flaxen hair reaching her waist, her skin appearing almost translucently pale. Her long, slightly drooping eyelashes, her violet eyes as clear as crystal, their corners slightly tilted upwards, her purity tinged with an indescribable allure. Her thin, beautiful face, slightly tinged with sickly features, resembled a delicate branch that could be snapped by the wind, her beauty as fragile as porcelain, inviting a sense of endearment.

But on this slender branch, there are two surprisingly heavy buds, which give the clothes on her chest a plump outline, fully interpreting what it means to "bear great fruit on slender branches."

"No wonder it's so old and heavy. I never dreamed it would grow this big. I really want to rub it..."

But the next second, Sharlene's gaze froze, as her image in the mirror shifted and distorted, gradually transforming into a chaotic pink vortex.

Seeing this scene, Sharlelei was immediately overjoyed and felt very friendly: "UI Jing! You came at the right time! By the way, your blessing to me is useless. Now is not the time to think about that. Why don't you just take me home..."

Perhaps because she never knew how to respond every time they met, the pink vortex was silent for a few seconds before the illusory female voice slowly sounded.

"Go, apostle of joy, ruler of succubi. Use the power of enchantment to satisfy your desires. Use assimilation to expand the succubus population and create a world where desires run rampant..."

"Stop talking to yourself all the time! You're acting like a recording robot!" Shalelei complained, but then an idea flashed in her mind. "Wait, the succubus's... enchanting power?"

Yes, the succubus has the ability to charm others! If I have the succubus's help, I can charm Derek and make him set me free! From this point of view, this succubus blessing is not completely useless, but...

"You chose me as your apostle and gave me your blessing, but... what was the price?"

Sharlelei stared at the mirror. She didn't completely trust this UI spirit. Even if it was her only hope now, she had to know the price first.

But this time, the illusory female voice seemed to be stuck when it spoke: "...a world of flux, yeah, yeah..." After a brief silence, it began to whisper softly: "Go, apostle of joy..."

Saralei's expression gradually changed from confusion to astonishment, and finally she screamed frantically, "You UI spirit is malfunctioning! Are you a malfunctioning robot?"

If at first Sharlelei had suspected that this UI spirit had other intentions, but now... what did a malfunctioning robot want from her? Her body? And she had no choice.

"Good news, I've traveled through time. Bad news, I'm imprisoned. Good news, a UI spirit is helping me. Bad news, the UI spirit is a malfunctioning robot..."

After trying many things without success, Sharlele gave up communicating with the UI spirit and instead considered the feasibility of assimilating the nun into a succubus to help her control Derek.

But the next second, she suddenly noticed a flash of pink in her vision. To be more precise, a pink "?100" appeared through the door...

The corners of Salares' mouth twitched.

If her judgment was correct, the little nun who was saved by her artificial respiration should be outside the door at this moment. No, no, no, the point is not this, the point is——

This little yellow UI can actually be cut through! ?

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 3: Become a Succubus Too

"Miss Sharlelei...are you there?" Soon, Sharlelei's guess was confirmed, and a thin girl's voice came from outside the door.

Only then did Shalelei's scalp explode, and she suddenly realized - could this little girl have heard her conversation with the UI spirit?

Then the girl continued, "You seemed to be talking to someone just now... Is there anyone else in the room?"

Salares’ vision suddenly went dark—it was over, she had been heard!

Soon, there was a faint sound of unlocking the door, and then the door opened with a click, revealing a petite figure. A young nun with a "?100" on her head stood by the door, peeking in with some trepidation.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old, still childish girl had changed into clean clothes. Although her face was still a little pale, she had generally recovered her health. Her large, watery green eyes shone with the innocent vitality of a fawn in the woods.

However, the only flaw is that her cheeks are thin and haggard, and her skin is dull and rough, her face full of worry and fatigue. If her skin were whiter and rosier, and her complexion was better, she would definitely be an outstanding little beauty.

She limped into the room, carrying a basket, and bowed awkwardly to Sallelei: "Thank you... Miss Sallelei, thank you for saving my life..."

"Don't thank me. After all, it was me who ran away that caused you to fall into the water." Shalelei sighed, feeling quite uncomfortable as she took the blame on herself.

"No, no, I can swim! If I hadn't injured my leg..." The little nun waved her hands quickly, lowering her head in shame. "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gone chasing wild boars with everyone else..."

"...Ah?" Shalelei's brain froze for a second, and she couldn't help but wonder if the little girl had injured her head before breaking her leg.

"Anyway, anyway, I still want to thank you! The goddess must have heard my prayers and dispelled the madness in your mind, allowing you to help me..." The little nun devoutly drew a symbol on her chest.

"...I'm not crazy." Shalelei reminded herself while gritting her teeth, telling herself "Don't bother with the little sister."

"Ah! That's right! If you were crazy, you wouldn't be talking to me..." The little nun exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth and blinking. "Then who were you talking to just now?"

Salaret stared at the "?100" on the little nun's head and remained silent.

"But I just heard you say... apostles and blessings and so on..." The little nun raised her head and a light gradually lit up in her big green eyes.

——I heard it! Shalelei sighed to the sky. How can I explain the existence of UI spirits? No, I have to find a way to fool people here...

"Could it be that... you are talking to the Goddess of Light?!"

But the little nun's next words made Salleh's brain freeze again for a second.

Seeing that Sharlelei was stunned, the little nun started chattering excitedly, "I understand! Miss Sharlelei, I know you can't believe all this, but I think this is really the arrangement of the goddess!"

"Praise the Goddess... If it weren't for the Goddess speaking to you and making you wake up, how could you, who have always been crazy, suddenly come to save me!" The little nun clasped her hands in front of her chest and said piously.

Well, putting the facts aside, in short, under the imagination of the little nun, a rigorous logic was formed in her worldview.

"It seems that before I traveled through time, that young lady was truly insane..." Shalelei muttered to herself, then coughed lightly, "Uh, well, just take it as it is. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Isadora! You can just call me Isadora!" The little nun's eyes lit up, and she took two steps at a time to get closer to Salaret. "Are you really communicating with the goddess? Did the goddess say anything to you?"

For a moment, the thought of "pretending to be the apostle of the Goddess of Light and tricking her into becoming a succubus" came to Sharlelei's mind. But looking at Isadore's shining eyes...

"Wait a minute..." Sallelei turned her head away, not daring to look into those innocent eyes. "When did you start listening?"

Isadore: "It seems to have started with 'I really want to rub it'."

Salaret: "...Please forget it."

"Well, Miss Shalelei, if you can truly hear the goddess' voice, I'd like to ask you to tell her something..." Isadore said softly, the light in her large eyes slowly dimming. "Two days ago, a large hole appeared in the wall to the west of the town, and a magical beast got in and killed a townsman..."

Sharlelei was stunned when she heard this. Huh? This damn little butter world has Warcraft? Oh no, this isn't a little butter world either...

"But... because the mountain dwellers live west of town, Steward Derek despises them as pagans and barbarians. He refuses to send guards or provide them with supplies... With winter, the number of magical beasts will only increase. If this continues, more people will lose their lives..."

As the little nun spoke, she slowly lowered her head and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"Ms. Shalelei, can you please ask the goddess to save this town and those innocent people? Even if they are pagans..."

Sharlelei fell silent. At this point, she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth to this innocent girl, and she couldn't explain the existence of the UI spirits.

What could she do? She was just a crazy daughter imprisoned here, tied up with ropes and shackled. The ability given to her by the UI spirit to "transform humans into succubi" could not fulfill the little nun's wish...

For a moment, the air fell silent. The little nun raised her head, her voice trembling, filled with loss and helplessness: "...As expected, it's impossible? The goddess... can't hear us? Even if you ask Steward Derek to have mercy and give the mountain people some supplies... is it impossible?"

Sallelei opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at those tear-filled eyes, she couldn't say anything for a moment and could only let the room be shrouded in deathly silence.

"I... I understand." The little nun lowered her head and said slowly. With a plop, a drop of water appeared on the ground under her feet, followed by another drop.

She sobbed softly and wiped her eyes frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Shalelei, I said some strange things to you... My faith must not be pious enough, so my voice can't reach the goddess, I'm sorry..."

Then the little nun turned around and limped towards the door of the room, sobbing.

Salaret looked at her petite, slightly hunched back. In the silence, broken only by the girl's sobs, thoughts swirled in her mind one after another - succubus, enchantment, wall repair, magical beasts, small town, lord, goddess...

What? It's not like I can't do anything. At least, I can use my charm to make that cold-blooded bald guy do something human. But first, I need a succubus...

Salaret sighed in her heart, stared at the slightly glowing "?100" on the little nun's head, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Then I will do as you wish and 'clear' this world using the method of little butter."

"Miss Sallelei, did you say anything?" The little nun stopped and turned around in confusion, with tear marks still on her little face.

"I say, Isadore." A smile slowly bloomed on Sallelei's face.

The little nun opened her tearful eyes wide. In her tear-blurred vision, the girl tied to the chair with ropes raised her head, and a bright light ignited in her lavender eyes.

"If I could get Derek to fix the wall and save those people, what would you pay?"

Isadore was stunned. She subconsciously wanted to ask, "Did the goddess respond to you?" But looking into those bright purple eyes, she inexplicably understood that what Salares wanted was not another question, but an answer.

"If... we can save those innocent and suffering people..." Isadore said slowly, and the expression on her tender little face gradually became firm and solemn. The candlelight reflected on her body even revealed some kind of indescribable sacredness and solemnity.

“…I’m willing to do anything.”

"Even if you might turn into a monster and no longer be human, would you still be willing?"

This time, the little nun's silence was longer than before, but when she gave the answer, her voice was clearer than before.

“—I do.”

Hearing this answer, Sharlene smiled slightly. She bit her lip hard, and blood immediately oozed from her pale lips.

"Drink my blood."

Isadore stared at the girl tied to the chair. The bright red blood covered her lips, making the beautiful smile on her face reveal an indescribable charm.

At this moment, she remembered the story from the Holy Book that Sister Opheline had read to her.

"The goddess once shed blood for all people, and that blood flowed on the ground and became a sweet spring that nourished the land..."

The little nun silently chanted a sacred prayer as she walked closer to the smiling girl and leaned down. With her heartbeat accelerating slightly and the temperature of her skin gradually rising, her lips once again pressed against the blood-stained lips.

The warm liquid with a slight smell of rust flowed into her mouth, reminding her of the words she heard when she was drowning and unconscious - your first kiss is still there.

Isadore smiled inwardly and shook her head. Not this time.

"You too...come and become a succubus."

As Isadore swallowed the warm liquid, she heard Salares' soft voice whispering in her ear.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 4: Do You Want to Be Sexy?

After swallowing the warm liquid with a rusty taste, Isadore took a step back, standing there in a daze. The next moment, she suddenly felt a warm current surging from her lower abdomen and flowing to her limbs and bones.

"What's wrong with me..." Isadore said blankly, but the moment her voice came out, it turned into a blushing moan, "...Ah..."

Sallelei was startled when she heard the sound, and the little nun's cheeks were burning hot. She had no idea why she made such an embarrassing sound. She just felt her whole body was hot, and there was a tingling sensation on her head and tailbone, as if something was about to grow...

"Eh! Skirt, under the skirt!"

The next moment, Isadore suddenly felt something moving under her skirt. She jumped up with a red face, and her nun's headscarf fell to the ground.

Sallelei looked at the top of Isadore's head and saw that the pink "?100" was rapidly fading, eventually disappearing completely. Then, within the thick golden hair, a pair of small, curved horns were emerging at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Then, Isadore covered her skirt again and whimpered in panic, but a thin black devil tail still lifted the hem of the nun's dress and emerged, with a small heart at the end.

However, her transformation, or rather, her "succubusification," did not end there. Gradually, the nun's emerald green eyes turned a vibrant, demonic red, and her rough, dull skin became smooth and delicate at a visible speed, radiating a healthy glow. She seemed to have been reborn, radiating astonishing beauty.

Isadore seemed to be aware of her own changes. She raised her hands and stared at them in surprise. Her hands had become soft and smooth, and the calluses left by work were gone. Then she stamped her feet again, her mouth wide open in confusion. Her injured foot had miraculously returned to normal.

Soon, the little nun standing in front of Salleh was no longer the haggard girl.

At this moment, she seemed to be reborn. Her skin became fair and lustrous, her facial features were regular and beautiful, her smooth face was flawless, and she was filled with pure and tender beauty. Like a small animal, she was full of vitality and energy.

Her bright red eyes, the cute little curved horns on her head and the little devil tail behind her added a touch of demonic temptation and charm to her, forming a wonderful contrast with the dignified nun's uniform, giving this pure little nun a touch of enchantment that only belongs to the devil.

Salarei stared blankly at the newborn succubus, while Isadore was so frightened that she dared not move for a long time. After a long while, she stammered, "Um... Miss Salarei? Are you okay? I... What happened to me..."

Salares raised her chin and pointed at the mirror. When Isadore saw herself in the mirror, she was immediately stunned and shocked.

"Is this... is this me?" She kept stroking her cheeks, staring at the beautiful little succubus in the mirror, almost unable to believe that that was what she looked like now.

And the changes in her seemed to extend beyond her appearance. Isadore felt her body become incredibly light, strength surging from every limb, her senses sharpened, the world seemed more vibrant and colorful, a sweet and wondrous feeling reverberating within her...

Isadore looked at her hands in disbelief, tried to move her body, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her injured foot had miraculously recovered! The head nun had originally said she would need to rest for at least three months!

At the same time, Salares' entire body trembled, and she clearly felt a warm current flowing from Isadore into her own body, flowing through her limbs and bones, constantly surging and stirring...

"...This feeling...could it be?" Sarah's heart moved, and she tried to concentrate and guide the heat flow to her fingers. Suddenly, a large stream of pink sparks spurted out from her fingertips, which scared Isadore.

"Wow!" the little nun exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "Is this magic? Miss Sallelei, are you a magician?"

"Well...I guess so..." Salarei smiled awkwardly, but her thoughts were racing.

From her original body's memories, Sharlele learned that this world does have magic, and as a race of monsters, it is normal for succubi to have magical powers.

However... the magic power just now seemed to have flowed from Isadore into his body.

"In other words, after a human is assimilated into a succubus, they will provide me with magic power? Does that mean that as the 'ruler of succubi' as the UI spirit calls them, the more succubi I have, the stronger my magic power will be?"