Succubus cannot be a saint

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When Sallelei returned to her room, Isadore, wearing only her nightgown, was at her desk, reading her prayer book attentively. Hearing Sallelei's footsteps, the little succubus's ears twitched, and she immediately turned around and stood up, a bright smile blooming on her face.

“…Sister Sasha!”

She dropped her prayer book, ran over, hugged Charlene's waist, stood on tiptoe and buried her head in her chest, took a deep breath, her face full of trance and intoxication.

It's like a cat sniffing catnip...

Only after she became dizzy from inhaling did Isadore raise her head contentedly, her big watery eyes filled with a dazed look.

"Sister Shasha, you seem to be different from before..."

"It's different now, isn't it? Huh, so perceptive." Sharlele scratched her nose with a smile and tried to activate the visualization effect of the Gift of Blasphemy. A pink and purple heart and vine-shaped mark immediately appeared on one of Isadore's white shoulders.

"Hehe, as long as it's about Sister Sasha, I..." Isadore didn't realize the changes on her shoulders. She smiled shyly, and a blush appeared on her little face.

Salaret took her to sit on the bed and blinked mysteriously, "Come, Isadore, let me give you a buff." As she spoke, she mobilized her magic power and slowly injected it into Isadore's body.

——Gift from the Succubus Queen.

The moment Salelei's huge magic power was injected into her body, Isadore trembled violently.

She felt something warm flowing into her body, and her limbs felt as warm as if soaked in hot water. Her nose seemed to be filled with the wonderful fragrance of Sister Sasha.

In a trance, the fragrance seemed to become dozens of times stronger, wrapping around her whole body like a solid object, immersing her from hair to toes in this sweet fragrance.

Ah... Is this a dream? Isadore thought in a trance, as if she had sunk into a dream that could perfectly satisfy her desires. The little succubus breathed in the rich fragrance, as if she was swimming in a sea of ​​Salares' body fragrance.

Gradually, the fragrance faded. Isadore opened her eyes and blinked blankly.

Then, almost immediately, she felt strength surge through her body. Every limb seemed to have endless strength. Even if she had an iron rod in her hand, she would be confident that she could crush it.

For some reason, my lower abdomen began to feel numb, itchy, and painful, twitching slightly, and my skin gradually became hot.

Without giving it much thought, she instinctively lifted her skirt, revealing her sleek white thighs. But both she and Sallelei simultaneously fixed their gazes on the voluptuous, white belly above her panties.

At the lower part of the abdomen, on the fair skin almost reaching the end, a strange pink and purple pattern like a lily suddenly appeared.

This bright and enchanting pattern is like an enlarged version of the "Mark of Blasphemy", appearing like lilies and vines. A bright lily is clustered in the middle of the vines extending to both sides, and the spreading vines hold a small flower bud on each side.

The root of the vine extended all the way down to the end of her lower abdomen, hidden by her panties. Without thinking, Isadore used her fingers to pull the fabric down a little, revealing the end of the vine - it was in the shape of a heart-shaped devil's tail.

Isn't this the... O-line?

Looking at the pink and purple pattern on Isadore's lower abdomen, Sharlelei was also a little confused.

She hadn't expected that one of the effects of the "Gift of the Succubus Queen" would be to leave a mark on a girl's body. This rather ominous mark, imprinted on Isadore's belly, formed a stark contrast with her tender figure, making her look even more...

It's even worse.

It's kind of like a crime.

Isadore stared blankly at the pattern for a few seconds, then reached out and touched it. It would have been fine if she hadn't touched it, but once she did, the skin on her lower abdomen was incredibly sensitive. A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, spread all the way to the deepest part of her head. A spasm swept through her body, and she let out a soft "嘤" sound, freezing there, not knowing what to do.

Sharlelei pulled down her skirt awkwardly, pursed her lips, and whispered in her ear, "Go change into some underwear..."

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Ten minutes later.

Just as Isadore changed her clothes and ran back to Sallelei's bedroom with a red cheek, she saw Durenna running out with her clothes disheveled and her face red, and the two almost bumped into each other.

The female knight wore no coat, and her shirt was slightly open, revealing a faint glimpse of her underwear and the pink-purple glow of her toned abdomen. Her long, slender legs were tightly pressed together beneath her trousers, and her running posture seemed somewhat odd.

The two succubi exchanged glances and knew each other's true intentions. Durenna bit her lip in panic, nodded to Isadore, and ran away. Isadore stopped and watched her retreating figure, her eyes darkening.

She thought... that pattern was unique to her.

Turns out...it's not.

A trace of loss welled up in the little succubus's heart. She watched Durenna disappear down the corridor, and for some reason, a small spark of hope suddenly ignited within her.

Obviously, I have become Sister Sasha's "special person." Isn't that line a proof of this relationship?

I really want to know what Sister Sasha is thinking. I really want to catch her, hold her down, and interrogate her, just like before.

Every time I think of Sister Sasha having thoughts that I don’t know about, doing things that I don’t know about, and interacting with people that I don’t know about, my heart can’t help but ache slightly.

So sad.

He wanted to know everything about her and hold it all in his hands.

After Durenna changed her clothes and came back with a blushing face, Sharlele explained to them the effect of the "Gift of the Succubus Queen".

After hearing these words, Isadore didn't react at all, but Durenna stood up suddenly.

"Lady Saint, you...you are going to share your authority with us?" Her face was full of disbelief and excitement at the same time. She clasped her hands together and walked around the room excitedly.

"Yes, I need you to join me in assimilating the girls in this town into succubi." Sharlele nodded. "It's definitely not enough for me to expand the population alone."

Having said this, she couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then she realized that her words seemed strange.

Expanding the population...it's really impossible for one person to do it.

But fortunately, the two succubi in front of her didn't think anything wrong. Durenna was naturally very excited, while Isadore breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

It turns out this beautiful pattern is for official business, not proof of a special relationship...

"Ahem, that's it anyway." Sharlelei coughed awkwardly, rang the bell beside the bed, and called in a maid. "Then let me see what changes have taken place in you after accepting my blessing..."

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 161: The other world cannot be without stockings!

Hearing the Saint Lady ringing the bell, the maid from the servants' room next door hurried in. After receiving the Saint Lady's order to "bring three cups of tea", she left the room somewhat bewildered.

She was at a loss because, besides the Saint, there were also Knight Durenna and Sister Isadore in the room. Both of them blushed, looking at her with strange, almost seductive gazes... or rather, at the top of her head. Furthermore, the Saint glanced over her right shoulder, where something was unseen.

"How was it? What did you see?" Sharlele asked after the little maid left.

Now that they have acquired the ability to assimilate the succubus, can they also see the number of desires on other people's heads?

"There's a small pink spot of light above her head... It's not particularly bright, but a little dim..." Isadore stammered, while Durenna nodded, indicating that she saw the same thing.

Light spots, not numbers? Sharlelei paused for a moment. It seemed that although these two people had acquired the ability to transform into succubi, they were ultimately different from hers, and not as intuitive as the numbers she had seen.

The "slightly dark" light spot that Isadore described was a pink "?49" in Sharlele's eyes.

Regardless, 49 was a bit low, not enough to easily assimilate. Thinking of this, Sharlelei became increasingly eager to improve the human energy injection mechanism of the charging array and develop the "Succubus Cradle."

"Isadore, Durenna. I have to go back to Moon Spring Town later, so I'll leave this place to you for the time being." After thinking for a moment, Sharlelei raised her hand and cast a "light spell", adjusting the light ball to the brightness that Isadore mentioned as a reference.

"Assimilating ordinary townspeople is different from assimilating nuns. The church is relatively closed, so it's easy to block information. However, the lives of ordinary people are difficult for us to control. Do you understand this?"

Durenna and Isadore nodded repeatedly. Durenna, in particular, was practically beaming with joy. For her, Sharlele's granting of the assimilation authority to her was undoubtedly a sign of a significant responsibility.

Gaining further trust and reuse from the Saint Lady made her even more determined.

"So when I'm not around, you only need to assimilate the servants in the castle. Later, I'll tell you the assimilation method and some precautions." Shalelei said, brightening the light ball by 20%.

"You can only assimilate those whose light is illuminated to this degree. Do you understand?"

Durenna and Isadore stared at the ball of light and nodded vigorously again.

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After finishing all her business, Sharlelei returned to her original territory, Moon Spring Town. This time, she brought not only the supplies from Graystone Town, but also two Magic Hand 2 engines and their associated machinery.

After seeing these two engines driving the waterwheel and millstone to turn and work day and night, the townspeople of Yuequan Town could only exclaim that it was a miracle.

Nearly a month later, the changes in Yuequan Town are quite gratifying.

The streets of the town are bustling with people, creating a lively scene. People's faces are filled with vigor and smiles. At a glance, the floating pink numbers seem to have become higher.

Walking from the town entrance, Sharlele saw not only the Kingdom and the mountain folk living in harmony, but also several pairs of young girls walking hand in hand. She could see a faint pink light gleaming on the people's shoulders, the symbol of the Gift of Blasphemy.

The Succubus virus seems to be slowly spreading. Good things, well, they are good things.

In addition, the mountain folk built a road leading to the Black Forest Cave and assigned hunters to guard it. Not only did a constant stream of mountain folk come to worship and pray, but even some people from the kingdom mixed in and offered their own prayers to the Deer Horned Goddess.

Ever since the cave in the Black Forest was sealed, the monsters have indeed not appeared again, and no abnormalities have occurred among the people who went to the cave to pray, so we can basically rest assured.

However, Sharlele still has no idea what the black flesh membrane attached to the statue of the Deer Horned Goddess is.

Following Sharlelei's instructions before leading the troops to Graystone Town, Ophelin took some of the monster horns, ground them into powder, packed them in small bags, and marked out the experimental fields being cultivated outside Yuequan Town. The planting plan would officially begin next spring.

In addition, under the guidance of the plan left by Sharlene, Opheline and the nuns also registered all the craftsmen in the town, organized them into several working groups, introduced simple assessment, competition and efficiency scoring mechanisms, and signed written contracts with them.

If it were placed in an ordinary other world, just explaining "assessment and scoring" to these civilians with low cultural level would be enough to make people's mouths water, but succubus are different.

They can force these concepts into people's minds, letting them remember them first and then slowly understand them. This is one of the reasons why Yuequan Town's construction speed is like riding a rocket.

But Yuequan Town brought more surprises to Sharlelei.

During the Warcraft battle at the beginning of the Frost Moon, the craftsmen collected a lot of spider silk from giant spiders. This was especially true of the giant demon spider's enormous silk sac, which alone could produce as much silk as dozens of giant spiders.

After a series of experiments and research, the craftsmen found that if the giant spider's silk is properly processed, it will lose its stickiness and become a light, flexible and extremely elastic silk material.

When she saw the report, Sharlelei was stunned.

Thin, flexible, extremely stretchy, silky material.

As a time traveler and a fan of the two-dimensional world and beautiful clothes before traveling through time, her first reaction was: Isn’t this the raw material of the otherworldly version of stockings!

There can be nothing in another world, but stockings! Even in the end of the world, there must be a stocking factory!

Okay, just kidding. But Sharlelei really needed more beautiful clothes to fill her wardrobe. So as soon as she got the news, she rushed to the tailor shop in Yuequan Town with the spider silk.

"Lady Saint, do you mean... to use this stuff to make women's clothing?"

The tailor in Yuequan Town was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing square-framed glasses. He looked rather dull and bookish. Behind him stood a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with lively eyes. She appeared to be his daughter.

After carefully examining and playing with this brand new silk material, the tailor said thoughtfully, "Indeed... it is very shiny and has a very good texture. But with all due respect, it would be a bit of a waste to use it only for women's clothing. I think it is more suitable for making wigs for gentlemen..."

Salaret: “…………”

I'm here to ask you to work, not to ask you to argue with me.

The tailor pushed his glasses, completely immersed in the wonder brought by this new material, and did not notice the low pressure above the Saint's head at all.

"Oh... yes, it's truly magical. Just look at the way it feels. It can also be used to make ribbons and sashes. Knights will love it, too. It can make gentlemen look more respectable..."

Salare's face suddenly darkened.

I said I wanted to make clothes for girls, but you are still mentioning men. Are you itching for trouble?

At this moment, the girl behind the tailor finally realized something was wrong. She didn't dare look at Charlene, whose face was as gloomy as water, but tugged at her father's sleeve, "Dad... Dad! Stop talking!"

"What are you doing? You are so disrespectful in front of the Saint!" The tailor scolded the girl. Then he looked up and saw the gloomy face of Salelei. He was so scared that his legs went weak. He had no idea what he said wrong to make the Saint angry.

"Is this your daughter?" Shalelei smiled coldly and glanced at the girl. A bright "?54" was floating above her head. "How's your craftsmanship?"

"You, you mean her? She just learned some mediocre skills from me..." The tailor was a little confused. Before he could finish his words, Shailelei extended her hand to the girl. Both the tailor and his daughter were stunned.

"Lady Saint, you..."

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here." Shalelei glared at the tailor coldly, turned to look at his daughter, and a charming smile slowly bloomed on her face, which made the girl stunned.

"Don't stay here. Come and make clothes beside me...make clothes for girls."

The girl held Sharlene's hand in a daze, and was taken away from her father step by step.

The tailor stood there pitifully, looking at the scene blankly. He didn't know why the Saint Lady was angry, nor why she chose his daughter, who was not very skilled, instead of him.

Just like that, three days later, under the guidance of the old Si Ji Sha Le Lei, the half-baked seamstress really used the silk thread of the giant spider to make the first pair of stockings in the Ioterra continent purely by hand, opening the prelude to a new fashion trend in this world.

And it's white silk.

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 162: The First Step in Rectifying the Fashion of Otherworldly Clothing

In the room of the lord's mansion.

Ophelin and Granny looked at each other, swallowed at the same time, and turned to look at the girl in front of them.

Besides the supplies and machinery, Sharlelei also brought back her clothes to Moon Spring Town. Ever since she left the desolate Moon Spring Town and took control of Graystone Town, she had been living a "luxurious life" of changing her clothes every day.

Many of the clothes were tailored and modified by her personally.

For example, today, she changed into a special nun's uniform. Beneath the long black headscarf was a white tie and bra. The pure white fabric, cut to her body size, perfectly covered her plump breasts, outlining the roundness and fullness of her breasts.

Beneath the white bra was a long black skirt, covering her slightly fleshy belly and the curvaceous curves of her hips. The slits on both sides reached all the way to her knees. In the past, all that could be seen were two round, slender thighs, but now...

The white silk fabric wraps around the crystal skin, revealing the flesh-colored luster of the skin faintly. The sock cuffs create a small flesh ring on the soft thighs. A pair of over-the-knee white stockings not only outlines the beautiful leg shape, but also highlights the fleshy sensuality of the girl's delicate body.

Ophelin and Granny could never have imagined that just a pair of stockings could enhance the beauty of the Saint so much.