Succubus cannot be a saint

But the next moment, a warm tear fell on her face, interrupting her thoughts briefly.

Sallelei raised her head and saw a pair of crimson eyes filled with mist.

"I... am very scared." The little succubus said softly, pursing her lips and slowly lowering her eyes. "I... am really scared, Sister Sasha, you are so powerful, so strong, and so smart..."

"You...are the lord of Moon Spring Town, and now the lord of Graystone Town. And I'm still that little nun from the countryside...I don't know if I can still keep up with you...The more people around you, the more...it's like they're getting further and further away from me..."

——That's why I want to help you more, train with the guards, and go into the Black Forest for reconnaissance.

But now, Miss Mirror is here with you again, and I, I—

Salaret stared at her in amazement.

Somehow, the moment Isadore's tears fell on her face, the secret and evil excitement in her heart disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a soft thought that gradually unfolded.

"How could that be? Why do you think so?" She raised her hand and wiped away Isadore's tears.

"Because... because, Sister Sasha, you've already left Yuequan Town. You'll be going to a bigger world, a more distant place, and then... then there will be more people around you, whether it's Miss Mirror, Miss Shovel, or Miss Hammer..."

...What are the last two?

"But, Isadore, no matter where I go, you will always be by my side, right? Or do you not want to stay by my side anymore?"

"—No!" Hearing this, Isadore suddenly cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. Her slender fingers clutched the bed sheet, her small chest heaving violently. She didn't know where she found the courage, but the words that had been lingering in her heart for a long time burst out like erupting lava.

"——I, I don't want to just stay by your side, I, I want to be the more special one... the most special one by your side!"

After saying this, the little succubus suddenly realized what she had said.

"The most special person..." Shailelei repeated this word silently, and unknowingly, her cheeks began to become extremely hot.

Who knew that she had initially harbored a somewhat frivolous desire to admire the little nun's jealousy? Appreciating the first stirrings of jealousy in a young girl's heart, that dark silhouette beneath the sunlight, was like watching a rainbow after rain or searching for four-leaf clovers in the grass. For Salleh, it was a rare pleasure.

But in the end, she herself was unable to cope.

"How special is it?"

How special is it?

Isadore was stunned.

That is certainly the most unique and special relationship in the world, just like what Miss Mirror said, the vow between her two mothers, an eternal vow, the wish to be together forever...

"The most... the most special..."

——The most special relationship.

"forever……"

——Together forever.

But looking at the beautiful, blushing face beneath her, she suddenly felt as if her tongue and teeth were tied together, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't utter a word.

It was the first time she had seen Sister Sasha with such an expression. Her face flushed with shame, as shy as a pistil hiding in its bracts, afraid to face the sun.

And her own expression now must be similar.

"Woo...Woo..."

Unable to utter a word, she could only feel a burning sensation throughout her body. Isadore sobbed softly, not daring to look into those watery purple eyes. Like an ostrich, she buried her head in Sallelei's chest and hummed softly.

"I, I don't care... It's just that kind of relationship... The kind of relationship where I stay by your side forever..."

Sharlene gently clasped her arms, hugged Isadore who was lying on her, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Thank you, Isadore..."

"……Um?"

The little succubus lying on top of her wagged its tail.

"Thank you for always being by my side."

"Hehe..." Isadore giggled foolishly, she raised her head, and Salares gently touched her head.

"Actually, I'm not as strong as you think. I'm also afraid and worried about a lot of things. It's just... I can't show it in front of you."

Holding Isadore in her arms, feeling the softness and warmth of this petite body, she let out a long sigh. Somehow, she suddenly wanted to say out everything in her heart.

"I'm worried about what's become of the kingdom's western border. I'm worried about what's on the other side of the Black Forest. I'm also worried about... us succubi in this world..."

Salare murmured to herself softly, and involuntarily hugged Isadore's soft body tightly.

I am still worried about the true identity of that mysterious "joyful blessing".

However, she couldn't say this.

I'm sorry, Isadore, but this is the only thing I can't tell you right now.

"Sister Sasha...Lady Saint, are you also worried and afraid?" Isadore whispered, buried in Sarah's chest.

"Yeah, you're surprised? Or are you disillusioned with me? It doesn't matter, just say what you're thinking. I'm not actually that perfect..."

"No...actually...actually I'm very happy..."

Isadore raised her head and rested her chin on Sallelei's soft, white, big and beautiful breasts, blinking her big red eyes. "Sister Sasha... you've never told this to anyone else, right?"

Just by looking at her twinkling eyes, Sharlene knew what the little succubus meant. She smiled and scratched her little nose, feeling the temperature on her cheeks rise a little more.

"……yes."

"So, so... so so!" Isadore's eyes lit up, and her tail twitched excitedly. "So... I am very special to Sister Sasha, right?"

"...Yeah." Sharlene finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. Seeing the bright smile on the little succubus's face, she felt the dark clouds in her heart dissipate, and the sun poured down.

"A special person, a special person... Huhu, a special person..." Isadore repeated this word over and over again, squinting her eyes with joy, stretching out her arms to hug the two soft peaks in front of her, rubbing her cheeks between the valleys, breathing in the sweet fragrance of the woman, and felt that the joy in her heart was flowing as hot as magma, filling her entire heart and was about to overflow.

Different from Ophelin, Durenna, Granny, and that bad Miss Mirror.

...I am the most special person around Sister Sasha.

If Isadore wasn't lying on Sister Sasha, breathing in her pleasant scent, she would have wanted to jump up and cheer loudly.

Looking at her lying on top of her, wanting to jump but not wanting to, and twisting around with joy, Shailele couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As their bodies rubbed against each other, Isadore's slightly undulating tender curves rubbed against Saralei's plump fruit, and her two smooth white thighs kept caressing each other. The soft touch spread throughout her body, and Saralei's body began to feel slightly hot involuntarily, and her heart felt sweet.

...Thank you, Isadore, for always being by my side. You're not the ordinary, incompetent small-town nun you imagine. You have the blessing of the Goddess of Light. It's because of you that I've made it this far.

"Okay, look at you, your hair is all messed up. Let me comb it for you."

As she twisted her body, Sallelei picked up a strand of Isadore's messy golden hair and rubbed her head in a scolding manner. Isadore then reluctantly let go of her hand, slid off her body, and knelt on the bed.

Sharlele sat behind her, took her own comb, and carefully combed through the girl's soft golden hair. The teeth of the comb gently scratched the little succubus's scalp, making her giggle.

"Sister Sasha..." Feeling her hair being gently stroked by Sallelei, Isadore could not help but slowly close her eyes and murmured softly: "...will you always comb my hair like this from now on?"

"Of course." The golden hair reflected the light of the magic lamp and flowed through Sharlene's palms. "I will not only comb your hair all the time, but also dress you in many beautiful clothes and make you look beautiful..."

"Hmm..." Isadore murmured softly, a blush spreading across her face once again as she smiled sweetly. She lifted a strand of her golden hair and gently rubbed it against her lips, a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "...It smells like Sister Sasha, so nice..."

Sallelei lifted a strand of her hair and sniffed it. The sweet fragrance of the little succubus was indeed mixed with a hint of sweetness and seduction, which was undoubtedly her own scent.

Her fingertips parted Isadore's hair and gently touched the back of her white neck. The girl immediately screamed "Ah" and her ears turned red with shame.

"...Oh? Little Isadore...are you concerned about my smell?"

A pair of white arms were placed on her shoulders, and something soft and elastic was pressed against her back. Isadore trembled all over, her spine involuntarily straightened, and her heart began to beat fast.

Salleh's arms rested on the little nun's shoulders, hanging lazily in front of her chest. Her slender white fingertips gently played with the comb, just like that, sticking to the girl's body, and her lazy voice and soft breath brushed her earlobe.

"...Or maybe little Isadore really likes the smell of me?"

"babble……?"

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 152: Fainted by Sex (4k) (Additional Updates x2)

Suddenly being pressed close to her own Saint Lady, Isadore subconsciously let out a lovely cry.

She felt every hair on her body stand on end, and a strange shudder of being targeted by a predator came over her. A sweet shudder accompanied by goose bumps ran across her skin.

"I... I..." She stammered and swallowed, at a loss for what to do because of Charlotte's sudden attack. Her brain felt numb because of the slightly hoarse and magnetic voice, and all she could think about was "Has my stealing of the handkerchief been discovered?"

"Tell me, is that right..." The woman's lazy voice carried a hint of coquettishness, and she gently shook Isadore's neck, making her even more at a loss.

What should I do? Is my little habit of smelling Sister Sasha's scent going to be discovered? This kind of thing... this kind of thing shouldn't...

"Is it? Eh? Little Isadore, is it? Tell your sister, come on..."

The pair of white arms held the little nun's neck and shook it gently, urging her coquettishly. Isadore's eyes almost turned into mosquito coil circles, and she could only make some "Aba Aba" sounds.

Only now did Isadore realize that, although she had briefly pressed down on her sister, Sasa, once this woman calmed down, she would be thrown to the ground in a matter of seconds, her entire army would be routed...

How, how could a sister act like a spoiled child towards her younger sister? This is unbelievable...

"Don't you want to tell me, little Isadore?" Along with soft breathing, two soft and warm lips pressed against the back of the little nun's neck, and even stuck out the tongue and gently licked her skin.

"babble--!"

Feeling the wetness on the back of her neck, Isadore practically jumped up. She whipped her head around, her watery eyes filled with ripples. She bit her lip so hard it felt like blood was dripping from her cheeks, and even a faint puff of steam rose from her head.

"Sister Shasha, you're such a bad guy..."

"Oh, it's Isadore who obviously doesn't want to answer my question?"

Sallelei pretended to be sad and lowered her eyes, and Isadore immediately uttered a pitiful "Yiyiwuwu" cry. As a mature succubus and a qualified bad woman, Sallelei had to do what she wanted to do for the little succubus who was bullied and had nowhere to go.

Bullying to the end.

"Don't you want to tell me? Oh, if you tell me, I will give you a reward..."

Hearing this, Isadore suddenly raised her head and stared intently at the woman's face. Her thin eyebrows were slightly raised as if in disappointment, and her expression seemed to say "Oh, what a pity", but her eyes were staring at her with a smile.

This person... this person really is...!

It was clearly agreed that I would receive the reward, so why did you have to tell me about it before giving it to me...!

Isadore bit her lips in embarrassment and annoyance, making a low gurgling sound in her throat until Sallelei lifted her chin gracefully. "Oh... there's nothing I can do. I'll only count to three. After I count to one, Isadore's reward will be gone, okay?"

"three……"

"--like!"

The moment she heard the number, Isadore's mind went blank, and she blurted out almost without thinking, "I, I love smelling Sister Sasha's scent the most! I——!"

——I said it out loud. I said it out loud in front of the person I should never tell anyone about it to.

"Really? Oh, I'm so happy. Do you like my smell so much? Then... as we agreed before, I'll let you smell it to your heart's content..."

The clear purple eyes blinked, and the corners of the rosy lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile as charming, evil and sadistic as a predator. The two white arms opened to Isadore, and the soft mountain gate was also wide open to her.

After a moment of confusion, Isadore seemed to have her soul hooked away. Her eyes, which were originally flashing with shyness and anger, suddenly became dazed. She fell straight into the soft arms, her whole body immersed in the sweet and attractive body fragrance.

As her cheeks were tightly wrapped by two soft masses and buried between the elastic valleys, Isadore's nose was filled with the sweet fragrance, and even her brain seemed to be soaked in fine wine, making her feel drunk.

Seeing Isadore buried in her chest, breathing and sniffing greedily, the light in her eyes became blurred. Salaret raised her eyebrows slightly and hugged the little succubus tightly.

I never expected that after Ophelin had awakened her love for bondage, my first succubus, this cheerful and lively little nun, would also awaken her scent fetish...

Could it be that I am some kind of abnormal sexual fetish development machine?

However, since this is a promised reward, let her indulge her sexual quirks and immerse herself in her own scent...

Thinking of this, Sharlele put a little more strength in her arms, almost wanting to crush Isadore in her arms, letting her light flaxen hair cover the girl's slightly trembling back.

At this moment, the frivolous flames in her heart, those secret and evil desires, had long since disappeared. What beat in her heart was another kind of pure and sweet tremor without a trace of impurities.

"Thank you, Isadore. Thank you for always being by my side..."

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The next morning, while Isadore was still in a sweet dream, Salares had already gotten up. After a quick wash and breakfast, she took off her old clothes and went to the dressing room.

Needless to say, the nightgown that was taken off was naturally covered on the sleeping Isadore.

It had to be said that after taking control of Yuequan Town, Sharlelei's clothing choices had become much more diverse. She no longer had to wear the same simple nun's uniform every day. Even waking up in the morning and choosing from a wardrobe full of clothes and jewelry had become a pleasure.

Although these clothes and jewelry all belonged to Baroness Volo, as for that lady, she had been placed under house arrest by her.

But no matter which clothes I wear, my chest seems a little tight...