Succubus cannot be a saint

The magic of this world holds immense potential. If it existed only as a magician's personal weapon and a convenient technology enjoyed by a handful of nobles, it would be a waste of talent and a gross overkill.

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At the same time, in other rooms of the castle.

"There's a slight error here, and we need to recalculate."

The beautiful red-haired nun carefully examined the account book on the table. Under the illumination of the magic light, her smooth and flawless skin sparkled with a pearly luster.

Looking at the nun in front of her, Lydia couldn't help but be lost in thought.

The property accounting work in Volo Castle was many times more arduous than that in Yuequan Town at that time, so Sharlelei directly pulled the nuns from Graystone Town to serve as soldiers - at least they could read and count.

It was during this opportunity that Lydia, the head nun of Graystone Town, met Opheline, the head nun of Moonspring Town.

Then almost immediately, Lydia was deeply shocked by the beauty of Opheline and the nuns of Moonspring Town who she led.

Originally, Lydia prided herself on being above average in appearance, and in Greystone Town, only Baron Volo's wife was more beautiful than her.

But this time she discovered in despair that even an ordinary nun in Yuequan Town was far more beautiful than her, even than Baroness Volo.

And when the nun, who looked to be in her late twenties, giggled and said to her, "I'm already in my forties," Lydia was shocked beyond words.

Goddess of Light, could it be that Yuequan Town is some kind of Feng Shui treasure land that breeds beautiful women?!

Just as Lydia was staring at Opheline's profile with a turbulent heart, in the corridor outside the room, a nun from Graystone Town, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was walking quickly with several documents in her arms.

But when she passed a small storage room, she suddenly heard the faint moaning of a woman.

The voice was soft and charming, and even the nun who had no knowledge of love affairs could not help but blush and have her heart beat faster.

"How, how could someone do such a thing in the castle..."

She originally wanted to leave this dangerous place quickly, but for some reason, she couldn't move her feet. She involuntarily moved slowly over and quietly pushed the door of the storage room open a crack.

In the dim candlelight, in the small room, two figures in nun uniforms clung tightly together, entangled in each other, emitting blushing, heart-pounding moans, while their snow-white, slender thighs were faintly visible through the lifted hem of their skirts...

These two... these two are nuns? How, how can they do such a thing here? No, they have no shame!

Originally, the young nun from Graystone Town wanted to push the door open and yell at the two men. But her gaze seemed to be drawn to the two women entangled together, and she slowly moved upwards. What came into view were two beautiful profiles.

——Those are two nuns from Yuequan Town.

"……babble!"

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and at this moment, the two nuns from Yuequan Town who were hugging each other turned their heads at the same time, two pairs of charming eyes filled with smiles stared at her, and their beautiful lips slowly opened.

"Yeah, you found me."

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 150: Almost Pouncing on Him (Updated)

In the evening of that day, Sharlele was lying on the large and soft double bed in the lord's bedroom.

The white dress was thrown casually beside the bed, the shoes were thrown at the door, and the pair of white silk stockings were thrown at the foot of the bed. At this moment, Salleh was only wearing underwear, with her limbs wide open, rolling on the bed in an unruly manner like paddling. She did not look like a saint, but rather like a toad with its four legs facing up.

"Uh-ah-"

Under the bra, the pair of white and round peaks bounced, a pair of slender and fleshy thighs were stretched wide, and the small and delicate feet were also straight, stretching the body that became tired due to a day's hard work.

Although it was already November, the cold wind could not blow into the thick castle at all. The thermal runes in the stove continuously emitted heat, evenly filling every corner of the room, and there was no smoke from the firewood.

Wrapped in the warm heat, Sharlene stretched out her body, and her white body rolled on the bed. She turned over and took the thick book on the bedside table - Gelley's research notes.

She lay on the bed, her soft chest pressed against the mattress, glanced at the quiet communication mirror at the head of the bed, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

I wonder what the little black cat with heterochromatic eyes is doing or thinking about now?

White fingers flipped open the thick book, and saw the words written in elegant handwriting on the title page:

"Magic is not a lofty mystery, nor is it a great power that ordinary people are not qualified to use or even allowed to touch."

"At least, not all magic is something that is out of reach."

This handwriting was not unfamiliar to Shalelei. She had seen it in the manuscript of Philanthropy's magic textbook.

At that time, Gelley and Philanthia wrote many small notes on the corners of the pages of the book, and flirted with each other with words, their words full of intimate warmth.

But now...

Thinking of this, Sharlene's expression darkened slightly, then she shook her head and returned her gaze to the book, staring at the words on the title page that could be called heretical.

In Sharlele Delavie's memories, magicians held a noble and transcendent status, and the power of magic was beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. Ordinary people were not even allowed to touch those powerful magical items.

When she was still in the Duke's Mansion, she had witnessed a servant being dragged out and whipped to death simply because he had touched the Duke of Delavie's treasured magic sword out of curiosity...

However, both noble families and wealthy churches would purchase magical items such as magic lamps.

Most of the people who make these daily magic props are magic apprentices, or "low-level" wizards who have no talent, only know low-level magic, and can only make some small props to make a living.

The nobles and the wealthy needed these magical props for daily life, but they sneered at their makers, calling them "inferior spellcasters." This "power-only" mentality even spread to their servants - not long ago, Sharlelei had experienced it firsthand.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Salle to imagine how unorthodox this sentence written by Gelret in her notebook is in today's society.

But how did this advocacy of militarism arise? Is war a common occurrence on this continent?

But thinking of this, the information in "Salele De Lave"'s memory was somewhat insufficient.

Perhaps because she was not good at studying history, or perhaps because of the shock of traveling through time, this young lady really didn't know much about the war history of the mainland.

"Let's read the history books later..."

She shook her head and turned to the first page of the notebook. The title on it read "On the Application of 'Mage's Hand' in Magical Devices."

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Time slipped by unnoticed, and Sharlene didn't even notice until the bedroom door was pushed open a crack. Finally, she felt two burning gazes fixed on her, and she raised her head, feeling both amused and embarrassed.

Isadore hid behind the door, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dark corridor. She glanced across the messy room, then at the Saint sprawled on the bed, reading, and something strange occurred to her.

She herself usually likes to throw clothes everywhere and roll around on the bed. But Saint Lady... no, Sister Sasha actually does this too...

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that ever since I started living with Sister Sasha, this saintly sister has never folded her own clothes. Once in the bedroom, she's like an earthworm, wiggling around on the bed. It's like she becomes a saint standing in the clouds when she leaves the bedroom, and turns back into an ordinary girl when she enters the bedroom door...

Looking at the Saint Lady rolling around on the bed like a loach, Isadore felt that she really couldn't believe in her.

But because of this, she also felt that this saint seemed to be a little closer to her... At least, she was no longer a completely unattainable deity...

Seeing that Sallelei raised her head and looked at her, Isadore felt a little embarrassed, so she simply stopped hiding and ran over with her two white and slender legs clacking.

The little succubus, who had just finished bathing, was steaming all over. Her blonde hair, which had been braided into a pigtail, was now draped down her back. She was only wearing a small vest and panties, with most of her snow-white skin exposed, exuding the innocence and vitality unique to a girl of this age.

Perhaps it was due to the succubus transformation, coupled with the improved food—thanks to Derek's small stash—she looked more voluptuous than before, and her soft thighs also seemed a little fleshier, which gave her a touch of youthful sexiness.

The little succubus ran to the side of Sharlele's bed, its long, slender, heart-shaped tail swinging back and forth. It grabbed Sharlele's hands and placed them on top of its head, just like a big cat letting people pet it.

Sharlele smiled slightly and touched her soft golden hair. When the little succubus squinted her eyes in enjoyment and opened her mouth to yawn, she suddenly turned her wrist mischievously and stuffed her fingers into her little mouth.

Isadore's eyes suddenly widened, as if she couldn't believe that there was a foreign object in her mouth. Her pointed little canine teeth tried to bite Sharlene's finger, and her tongue licked her fingertip. Then she puffed up her face and turned her head hard, trying to get the finger out.

——Also, there’s also this kind of malicious side, likes to tease me, which is totally unlike a saint.

Sallelei chuckled and withdrew her fingers, while Isadore's face flushed red. But soon, her eyes were drawn to the thick book. She jumped onto Sallelei's bed with a whoosh and sat down next to her, her white thighs pressed tightly against Sallelei's.

"Is Sister Sasha reading that magic notebook? What does it say?"

"About the application of the Mage's Hand spell." Salares opened the large book for her to see. Isadore struggled to decipher the words, symbols, and pictures on it, her face wrinkled. "Hmm...hmm—what is the Mage's Hand?"

"When I was looking at those magic manuscripts before, you always came over to take a look and then ran away. Why are you so interested this time?" Sharlelei poked her little face lightly.

It feels really good.

"Because—because, I… uh…" Isadore lowered her eyes, her white feet swaying on the edge of the bed. "Because I don't want to be a confused child anymore… So, even if it's difficult and complicated, I still want to understand…"

——Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay with Sister Sasha anymore.

At least, at least I have to be better than that Miss Mirror.

For some reason, this strange idea suddenly popped up in Isadore's little head.

Sense of crisis, big outbreak.

"Hoohoo...Okay, then let me...wait and see. It just so happens that I also want to read a book with Isadore."

Suddenly, Sister Sasha's gentle voice sounded very close to her ear, accompanied by a charming and moist breath, which made Isadore tremble all over, and even her tail almost stood up.

"But...you seem to have something on your mind?"

The girl turned her head suddenly, only to see a pair of gentle and clear purple eyes close to her.

"You can tell me anything, okay? Just like last time."

Salares had come closer at some point, her soft hands gently touching Isadore's cheek, and her lips, which were also very close to her, curled up slightly.

It was at this moment that the little succubus's mind went blank for a second and her body trembled slightly.

——Hey, what was I trying to do just now?

It seemed like, I almost... pounced on him instinctively.

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While waiting for Miss Mirror to finish her self-game, ah, I also need to reward Isadore (?)

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 151: Reward, Reward (4k)

Looking at the girl in front of her, Isadore's heart seemed to melt.

That's it, that's it... This is what I want. I want the Saint, I want Sister Sasha to keep her eyes on me, not on anyone else.

Amidst a sweet tremor, Isadore thought hazily.

At this moment, she could no longer tell whether the feeling in her heart was a child's desire for the attention of her mother or elder sister, or something else.

There are many people around Sister Sasha, Sister Ophelin, Sister Durenna, Aunt Granny... No, now I should call her Sister. And now, there is one more person, one more person... Miss Mirror.

Miss Mirror, who had long conversations with Sister Sasha on many nights.

Miss Mirror, who was told by Sister Sasha herself that "she can only come to me".

The fair face with heterochromatic eyes flashed through her mind, her screams, her shyness, her shrill voice, the shy blush on her cheeks when she looked at Sister Sasha, and... and the look in Sister Sasha's eyes as she stared at her.

No. No. I just want Sister Sasha to look at me alone.

With a soft rustle, the heavy book fell to the ground. Before Sharlene could see anything, she was lying flat on the soft bed, her golden hair cascading down her body.

The first thing that came into view was her own pair of tall, round, white breasts, with a few strands of golden hair falling on them, bringing a subtle tingling sensation.

With two white little hands pressed on both sides of her cheeks, Sharlene's eyes turned left and right, and she raised her head to look at the little succubus who was almost pressing on her.

A dark light surged in her bright red pupils. Isadore pursed her lips tightly and looked down at the woman under her.

Originally, she thought Sister Sasha would show a surprised expression, but unexpectedly, there was no panic in those purple eyes. Even though she was being pressed down like this, and even though she had done such an outrageous thing, she didn't react at all...

He even calmly turned his head, calmly changed into a comfortable posture, and then smiled strangely.

Why, why am I so anxious? It's like she has all my actions under her control, like nothing I do can cause her any trouble. How can I get her to focus more on me?

"You seem agitated today, Isadore...what's wrong?"

With a smile, a white hand slowly rose to touch Isadore's cheek. Her long, flaxen hair flowed seductively beneath her body, and Salora gazed into her eyes, which were gradually turning crimson with frenzy.

--oops.

What happened to this little succubus? She seemed to have become particularly impulsive, particularly manic, and particularly bold... It seemed that this was the first time she had done such a bold thing to herself.

...Ah, I see.

With a quick thought, Sharlelei thought of a possibility. Could it be that it was because of Miss Mirror? Was her little succubus stimulated by the presence of that elf girl?

Salaret stared at Isadore's face carefully. Her expression was a mixture of dark joy and sour jealousy. Her bright red eyes were filled with misty water, and her eyes flickered anxiously. Her pale lips were tightly pursed, as if she was suppressing something.

I see, I see. My lovely Isadore. It's okay, show me more of your other side...

The little nun who was usually as bright and cheerful as the pouring sunshine actually showed this expression when she was pressing on him. Now, this little succubus who was filled with bitterness and jealousy and was restless because of the desire burning in her body, was she really the same person as the little nun in the sunshine?

When she thought that it was she who made her like this, Sharlene's breathing became rapid, and a secret sweet flame ignited in her heart.

Unconsciously, she also began to enjoy the process of letting these girls reveal their suppressed "other side." This was also true for Ophelin, Durenna, Granny, Isadore—and even the future Vera Valindiya.

Dyeing them with her own color little by little, stripping off all their masks, and turning them into another appearance... Just thinking about it made her tremble with excitement.

What she wanted to see most now was what the flower of Isadore, the pure and flawless seed, would look like after being watered by her.

Why would I think this? It seems I've become a true succubus...