Succubus cannot be a saint

——There is nothing here.

There were no comfortable and convenient magical tools, no magnificent cathedrals, let alone the path to advancement.

In this Moon Spring Town, there are only nine nuns in the church including her, the lord is a "crazy daughter", the steward is a cold-blooded fool, and there are those pagan mountain people... Everything here disgusts her.

She couldn't help but feel despair at the thought that she might have to be a small nun in this remote place for the rest of her life until she grew old.

"I'm still young, I don't want to stay here forever..." Ophelin murmured softly. At that moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from outside her door. She frowned slightly. There was only one person who could make such footsteps here—the little nun who always rushed around like a wild boar.

"Isadore!" Opheline opened the door and shouted loudly. Sure enough, the little nun was standing outside the door, still in a running posture. She was frightened by her shout and her whole body stiffened.

But seeing this lively little girl, Ophelin's heart softened involuntarily.

If there was anything that could make her feel a little brighter in this remote area, it was the child's bright smile.

"Isadore, come here." She waved gently. Isadore lowered her head and slipped into her room obediently. Ophelin asked her to sit on her bed and picked up a comb. "Let me comb your hair."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Isadore was startled and waved her hands in panic, "Um, um, I don't want to comb my hair now!"

Don't want to comb your hair? This little girl always begs me to comb her hair... Ophelin felt something was wrong. She looked at Isadore carefully. The latter shrank her head, not daring to show her face in front of her, which made her even more confused.

"Isadore, your skin seems to have turned whiter?" The head nun's eyes fell on Isadore's hand. The little nun shrank back in fear, trembling all over. "You...you must have seen it wrong, Sister Ophelin..."

How could she have been mistaken? Ophelin frowned, but at that moment, she felt a slight dizziness, her thoughts became dull and slow, and a sense of fatigue washed over her. Then, she heard Isadore repeat: "You, you are too tired, you are mistaken..."

Really? She was really exhausted. First, the monsters killed people, and then that crazy daughter jumped off the building. She was really exhausted...

Ophelin thought dazedly and nodded slowly, gradually no longer feeling that there was anything wrong with Isadore's fair and delicate little hands. She thought for a moment and asked again, "Where is that crazy daughter?"

"You mean Saint... No, you mean Mademoiselle Salle?" Isadore said cautiously. "She... she is praying..."

"Pray? Evening prayer has already ended?" Ophelin was a little surprised.

She became suspicious when she thought about how this crazy daughter who claimed to have "recovered to normal due to the goddess's mercy" would deliberately avoid praying at the same time as the nuns, insist on praying alone, and rarely meet with anyone other than Isadore.

...What on earth is this crazy daughter trying to do? Is she trying to take back control of her territory? This is enough. I'm just a small nun, and I don't want to be dragged into such a mess. But because of her noble status, I dare not ask rashly...

With this thought in mind, Ophelin looked down at the trembling little nun beside her, "Isadore, can you talk to Miss Sallelei?"

"It's okay, I guess..." Isadore said in a low voice.

"Okay, Isadore, I'll give you a task." As Ophelin's thoughts turned, she gently stroked Isadore's hand and said softly, "Go and help me keep an eye on that crazy rich girl. If she does anything strange, tell me immediately."

In this church, if she had to say who she trusted the most, it would undoubtedly be this innocent and simple little girl who had no idea what lying was.

"I, I know..." Isadore whispered. Ophelin smiled and reached out to touch her head, but Isadore raised her hands and hugged her head in panic.

Ophelin was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, a wave of fatigue came over her. The strange feeling in her heart slowly disappeared. She smiled and pushed the little nun's shoulder, "Okay, go quickly, don't forget the task I gave you."

Isadore nodded, jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. After Ophelin's door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief and touched her little horn through the nun's headscarf.

"Phew... That was a close call! I was almost touched by Sister Ophelin... I have to hurry back and report to the Saint!"

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Isadore's report did not surprise Sallelei.

She knew that with Isadore and her being so secretive, sooner or later Ophelin would notice and a confrontation would break out. And given Ophelin's distrust of her, it would be very difficult for her to charm her.

No, let’s not talk about the charm first. With this pair of dark golden horns on his head, he couldn’t even meet Ophelin face to face, nor could he pray with the nuns. He could only make excuses and say that he wanted to pray alone and miss the church’s morning and evening prayer times.

But Isadore was different. The person to seduce Ophelin was none other than Isadore. Now that he had grasped Ophelin's weaknesses, he could simply let Isadore gradually deepen her charm, waiting for an opportunity to break through Ophelin's psychological defenses and bring her downfall.

"Ugh……"

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, the gentle and dignified girl sighed and spoke elegantly:

"Damn it, how on earth should I retract this horn..."

In the candlelight, Sharlene reached out and touched the dark golden horns that circled her head. The horns felt cool and hard, but she felt nothing when she touched them, indicating that there were no nerves on their surface.

But her tail is different. The long, thin, heart-shaped tail extends from her tailbone. Not only can it be flexibly manipulated like a limb, but...

"……babble!"

After tentatively pinching the little heart on the tail, the tingling sensation made Sallelei scream, and a blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Why are you so sensitive!" She glared at her tail, which swung innocently from side to side. Perhaps feeling that it was a bit foolish to argue with her own tail, Sharlene coughed awkwardly, stood up, stretched, and prepared to rest.

Along with this movement, the heavy flower bud on Sharlene's chest shook noticeably. The feeling of weight, which was completely different from that in her previous life, made her unable to help but weigh it with her hand, and her cheeks turned redder.

"Damn it, I'm used to having small breasts, so I'm a little uncomfortable when they get bigger..." Sallelei muttered to herself with a red face, but after turning over and getting into bed, her body felt a little hot for some reason and she couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Naturally, the idea of ​​doing some handicraft came to her mind.

But after this thought turned around a few times, it gradually sank back down. Sharlele was surprised to find that even though she had become a succubus, she didn't have those worldly desires. After all, there were too many things weighing on her.

He needs to hide his identity, deal with Derek, take control of the entire town, and deal with the monsters... and the most important thing right now is how to turn Ophelin, whose desire number is as high as 75, into his own kind.

Countless chaotic thoughts came to her mind. Sharlene stared at the ceiling of the bedroom for a while, and finally, she could no longer bear the tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.

And just as Sallelei fell asleep, a faint and enchanting pink-purple light suddenly lit up from her lower abdomen, shining through her thin nightgown and swaying quietly in the darkness...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 12: The Head Nun's Dream (Part 2)

Meanwhile, in the bedroom next door, Isadore couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The scenes that happened during the day replayed in her mind, and even now, the great joy that the town was about to be saved still echoed in the girl's chest.

Even if she closed her eyes, all she could see was Salare's face, her slender white fingers, and her calm and beautiful lavender eyes...

"I, what's wrong with me..."

Isadore murmured to herself, tossing and turning in bed, but an inconsolable heat rose up in her body for no reason, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

What exactly was this feeling? Isadore didn't know. She only knew that she desperately wanted to touch Sallelei, to be closer to the "Saint Lady," closer and closer...

The little nun forced herself to close her eyes, drew the symbol representing the goddess on her chest, silently recited the prayers that Ophelin taught her, and prayed silently to the goddess.

Soon, like countless prayers before, a faint and strange response came to her mind, as if someone was gently touching her forehead with their fingertips.

Even after she turned into a succubus, this response still existed, as if the agreement she made with the goddess had never been broken. This also made Isadore more convinced that her transformation into a succubus was the will of the goddess.

"Merciful goddess, thank you for your response, thank you for sending the savior to save those in distress..." Isadore whispered to herself, and her mood gradually calmed down.

This feeling she had for the Saint... for Miss Sallelei, must be "faith." Yes, it must be faith, the little nun thought silently, but somehow, Sallelei's words echoed in her ears again.

“Admiration is the feeling furthest from understanding.”

At this thought, her heart began to beat again, and her newly calmed mind became restless again. Worship was the furthest thing from understanding, so... what about blasphemy?

Blasphemy. Once that word entered her mind, it spread like a poisonous weed, impossible to eradicate. Isadore's body trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips tightly as if possessed, recalling the feeling that had lingered there.

Unconsciously, the expression on her face grew hazy and relaxed. For a moment, in the night, only the sound of her gradually calming breathing echoed in the silence. And gradually, a faint yet enchanting wisp of pink and purple light slowly emerged, and then returned to darkness...

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In Opheline's bedroom.

It had been three years since she came to Moon Spring Town. Ophelin thought she had become accustomed to the hard wooden bed, but for some reason, she couldn't sleep peacefully tonight.

Whether it was the matter of the crazy daughter, the matter of Warcraft, or the fact that she was "trapped" in this remote place, all of them kept her awake at night.

"Lord Goddess of Light, you are the brilliant light that illuminates the earth, the light of protection that watches over all living beings, and the light of mercy that heals pain..."

Ophelin murmured a prayer, and after a brief hesitation, she spoke again, "Please...bless me, so that I can leave this town, return to Field, and become..."

But at this point, she couldn't say any more. What? A bishop? A head nun of a large church, with power and wealth?

The thought of this filled her heart with guilt and shame. The goddess taught them to be poor, chaste, and temperate. How could she be so obsessed with material desires and power?

But…but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't control her yearning for a brighter future. She didn't want to, nor was she willing to, live a life of mediocrity in this small, dwarfed place. She should have showcased her talents on a larger stage! Poverty, moderation…could these tenets return what was rightfully hers?!

Ophelin suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her full chest rising and falling.

She didn't finish her prayer, and naturally, the goddess didn't respond. Ophelin sighed deeply, turned over, and closed her eyes in a vortex of guilt, resentment, anger, and sin, slowly falling asleep.

But gradually, the dream changed.

Amidst a calm and warm chaos, Ophelin dazedly opened her eyes. Before her was a blurry figure, as if shrouded in mist, but even so, she could still make out the soft and graceful curves of her body, especially the outline of her ample breasts.

Is this... a revelation from the goddess?

But it wasn't just the goddess-like female figure that appeared here. A disembodied male voice rang in her ears.

"Ophelin... I know you have excellent grades, strong faith, and a brilliant mind... But after unanimous discussion, we have decided to send you to a place where you are more needed..."

This was Archbishop Field's voice. She would never forget it, even in thirty years, let alone three.

"Yes, Moon Spring Town. The lost lambs there need your guidance. This is a great honor, Ophelin..."

Even in her dreams, Ophelin's heart was filled with anger. She knew these were all excuses. The truth was—the girl she was competing with, Judia, was the daughter of a baron and could donate a large sum of money to the seminary every year. And she was just the daughter of a small merchant...

Even if his theology scores were far better than Judia's, it would not change the result.

"This is also the will of the goddess."

The archbishop's words completely ignited the anger in her heart.

"The will of the goddess... the will of the goddess! Is the will of the goddess so unfair?" Ophelin suddenly raised her head and looked up at the figure of the "goddess" in her dream angrily.

"I could have… I could have studied further in a seminary… maybe even become an archdeacon… or even a bishop! If not, I could have been an abbot in a big town! And now, I'm stuck in this remote village!"

She grew increasingly excited as she spoke, completely unaware that this was a dream. Tears welled up in her eyes. "All this is simply because... my parents aren't nobles! Even so, I still have to write to them every year to deceive them... to tell them I'm still in seminary and will soon complete my studies...! Goddess, is this... is this your will!?"

At this moment, the usually dignified and calm Sister Ophelin stared at the "Goddess" with rage like a lioness. But then something struck her, and she suddenly realized... although only the outline was visible, the "Goddess" was indeed naked. She could clearly see the contours of her graceful body, and even looked up at her pair of heavy, plump breasts.

Somehow, even in her dream, Opheline felt her cheeks begin to burn, and a strange feeling arose in her heart - she actually wanted to touch them very much at this moment.

But at this moment, the "goddess" cast her gaze down, and a vague, but gentle and calm female voice echoed in the mist of dreams.

"you--"

As the voice sounded, Ophelin's hot and restless heart was like being poured with a basin of ice water, and she woke up instantly. She felt like she was falling into an ice cave - what was she doing? Not only was she angry at the goddess, but she also had such blasphemous thoughts!

When she thought of this, the education and faith she had received since childhood finally prevailed. Ophelin trembled all over and couldn't utter a word.

"you……"

The voice of the "Goddess" sounded again. The gentle female voice showed no emotion, but Ophelin's mind was blank, as if the whole world had gone away from her. She lowered her head involuntarily to the ground, her heart almost stopping in fear. She waited for the punishment of the "Goddess" in the deathly silence.

“…You are not at fault.”

But the goddess's next words made Ophelin unable to believe her ears.

Was he not at fault? Did the goddess not punish him for this blasphemous act?

After a long while, Ophelin slowly regained her ability to think. She raised her head again, trembling, and the graceful and beautiful female body came into view again, as well as the plump peaks and the crown-like convex outline on the "goddess's" head...

“What you think about, you will get.”

The gentle voice of "Goddess" sounded again, and Ophelin's heart almost stopped beating for a moment. Then all her fear turned into great joy, hitting her chest.

The goddess responded to him, promised him—the goddess knew his suffering, and her justice would come. He would be able to leave the remote and poor Yuequan Town and return to the more vast and prosperous city to take back what was rightfully his—

Tears could not stop flowing, but along with them came another wonderful and secret thought -

Whatever you desire, you will receive. This is the goddess's promise. But I just wanted to... I wanted to touch the goddess' body. Is this... also within the scope of the goddess' promise?

This secret blasphemous thought could not be stopped as soon as it emerged. Ophelin trembled all over, and she didn't know whether this trembling was due to pure bliss or some more bizarre desire...

"Fuck, eighty-seven..."

The next second, the "goddess" spoke again, but this time Ophelin couldn't understand what she was saying.

She wanted to ask what "fuck" and "eighty-seven" meant, but the blasphemous thoughts in her mind made her ashamed to beg the goddess for another decree, so she could only kneel respectfully, waiting for the next revelation from the "goddess".

But soon, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, and the graceful figure of the "goddess" gradually faded away. Ophelin understood that the "revelation" ended here.

The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw a familiar and dark room, and her nightgown was soaked with sticky cold sweat.

Ophelin lifted the quilt and touched it, and her expression became strange involuntarily...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 13: Holy Water

At the same time, Sharlele opened her eyes in her bed, recalling the dream she had just had.

If she still had a cell phone, she would definitely post something like this on social media:

Hey sisters, who understands? I just slept, and in my dream I was naked, and there was a nun with a pink "75" on her head who was worshipping me, calling me "goddess." After she was done, she even secretly looked up at my breasts. It would have been fine if she just looked at my breasts, but after that, the pink number on her head popped up to 87...

But skin is skin, she thought about it carefully and gradually came to her senses - yes, succubus is also called nightmare, in addition to charm, it can also enter dreams.

Just now, I must have unknowingly awakened the power of a succubus, and ended up running into Ophelin's dream, where she treated me as a goddess and asked me to give her an "oracle"...