Succubus cannot be a saint

Lady Saint, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making socks with spider silk?

But soon, the two succubi looked at Sallelei and took out two pairs of knee-length white stockings with a wicked smile, and they swallowed their saliva again at the same time.

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"Oh, what a stunning view."

Sharlele held her chin and looked at the two succubi who lifted their skirts in front of her with satisfaction.

Ophelin and Granny's cheeks flushed red, and they kept holding up their skirts with both hands, showing the scenery under their skirts to their Lady Saint without reservation.

The white stockings gently tightened around the succubus nun's long and soft thighs. She clamped her legs tightly together and rubbed them continuously. If Sallelei had moved her eyes a little higher at this moment, she would have been able to see the pink and purple lily pattern slightly shimmering on her soft and fleshy belly above her panties.

On the other side, Granny bit her lip lightly and turned her head away, not daring to meet Sharlele's gaze. Her hands, gripping the hem of her skirt, trembled slightly. Her taut, brown belly, with its distinct waistline, was also adorned with the lily pattern bestowed by the Succubus Queen.

Unlike Ophelin, this mountain priestess has strong and agile legs, and the color contrast between her white stockings and healthy light brown skin has a unique charm.

The delicate fabric wrapped around the skin, bringing just the right sense of tightness to prevent it from falling off, and the touch of the fabric tightly caressing the skin was so unfamiliar. The two succubi subconsciously felt the soft and comfortable wrapping, and for a moment they couldn't help but be in a trance.

"I want to promote this kind of clothing and make it the standard uniform for nuns." Sharlelei said with a smile, holding her chin and admiring the beautiful scenery in front of her.

"Into... the nuns' uniforms?"

"Yes. And not just white ones. I also want black stockings, pantyhose, fishnet stockings, full body stockings..."

Granny and Ophelin looked at each other again, their cheeks reddening even more.

Full silk? Do clothes made of this material need to cover the entire body?

But for some reason, when Ophelin thought of this, she couldn't help but imagine herself wearing full-body stockings... Her whole body was wrapped in this perfect sense of tightness, the fabric caressing every part of her body, how comfortable that feeling of restraint must be...

"Ms. Ophelin, saliva..."

It was not until Granny's shy voice was heard that she woke up from her dream. She coughed quickly and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"No, but, Lady Saint, you said you want to promote this kind of clothing. Do we have enough raw materials?"

"Well...that's a problem."

Although Sharlelei was very satisfied with this "alien spider silk stockings" - it was as light and thin as nylon, but more flexible and malleable, and most importantly, it was breathable and sweat-absorbent, but the biggest problem was... it could only be made by hand, and the raw materials were too scarce.

Unlike nylon, which can be synthesized, or cotton and linen, which can be grown, this "spider silk" can only be collected from the silk sacs of giant spiders.

"If only we could start a giant spider breeding industry..." Sharlelei muttered to herself, "But these creatures aren't as docile as cattle and sheep, so they're hard to raise..."

"Lady Saint..." Granny glanced at her cautiously. "I heard that in the past, when the mountain people could still receive the blessing of the Deer Horned Goddess, the high priest could use magic to attract and drive away wild beasts..."

Salaret's eyes lit up.

Using magic to manage livestock? Maybe it could work!

"But...but I haven't received the goddess' blessing yet..." Granny's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she lowered her head and remained silent.

In fact, it had been a long time since the mountain people had produced a blessed priestess of the Deer Horned Goddess. Even she, the high priestess, was just a figurehead with no divine power.

"It doesn't matter. At least I know there is a possibility." Sharlelei was not discouraged, and Granny's words made her think of another thing.

If Granny became a priest of the Deer Horned Goddess, then could she "get the Deer Horned Goddess's magic for free", just like Isadore's magic of light?

——But before she could think about it, a magical power that came from nowhere suddenly flowed into her body.

Salaret opened her rosy lips slightly, and stood there blinking for a few seconds before she realized... This was the feeling when she assimilated into the succubus.

"Lady Saint, what's wrong with you?" Granny asked with concern.

"Nothing." Sharlelei rolled her eyes and smiled, "It's just that Isadore and Durenna assimilated another succubus for me."

As soon as these words came out, Granny and Ophelin immediately showed surprised expressions, and then touched the lily pattern on their lower abdomen at the same time.

"Sister Ophelin, and Sister Granny..." Sharlene smiled and walked lightly in front of them. Her slender fingers brushed the cheeks of the two succubi, "You should also do your best. I am really looking forward to watching my little succubus choir, and..."

As she spoke, she came close to Granny and whispered in the ear of the mountain priest:

"...You promised to give me your entire tribe of mountain dwellers, right? Well...now is the time for you to fulfill that promise. Come, give me all your people. The more mountain dweller girls you assimilate with your own hands, the more 'rewards' I will give you...Do you understand?"

Granny trembled all over, and an unnatural blush rose on her light brown cheeks.

Turn the tribe members into succubi and dedicate them to the Saint.

When he made this promise, he was no longer the high priest of the mountain people, but a loyal follower of the Saint.

"I understand... Everything the mountain people have will belong to you... Master..."

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I don't know why some comments suddenly disappeared. I didn't touch them. I don't know if they were reported or the poster deleted them themselves...

This morning I saw a comment asking why Isadora's nickname isn't Isadora. I just wanted to reply to it but it's gone. How bizarre...

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 163: Willie's Determination

Vera Valindiya's small chest trembled violently.

She really couldn't believe that she actually did this.

Why…why is this happening? What am I thinking? Is it just because…that damned succubus named Shalelei hasn't replied to my messages in days?

Her delicate, white hands pressed firmly against the wheelchair armrests, her palms slick with sweat. But her body seemed to defy her will, and she slowly maneuvered the wheelchair out of the Mage Tower's elevator.

An unfamiliar smell reached her nose, and an unfamiliar sight greeted her. For decades, she had barely any memory of the first floor of the Mage Tower. Daily cleaning of this floor was the job of her familiars, and she never set foot outside her room.

But this time it's different.

"Villier, oh Velillier, what are you thinking? Why are you going outside? It's dangerous and scary out there. There's no mother out there, no familiar things, only endless unfamiliar things."

- Can you talk to strangers smoothly? Do you have the courage and guts to do so? You have only spoken to elemental familiars and those two succubi?

The elf girl bit her lips hard, and her trembling fingers moved closer to the button on the wheelchair.

—Don't press that button. Go back. Go back to your familiar room.

"No... no."

Just for that succubus? Do you really want to agree to become a monster? She tried to seduce you, but do you still trust her?

"I...I don't know."

What can she do? What can she offer you? Are you truly attracted to her? Aren't you afraid that it's just seduction?

"I...I, I don't know!"

——What if she cheated on you?

“Then…then I’ll…then I’ll…!”

A ray of light shone upon her face, and the elf girl jerked her head upwards, the voice in her heart vanishing without a trace. The door to the mage's tower slowly opened, and the clear, morning light of a new day shone upon her face with such strange force.

The sky, the sun, the white clouds, the grass, the city walls in the distance, and the castle even further away.

The sound of wind, water, human voices, birdsong, one's own breathing, and loud heartbeat.

It all seemed so strange, completely different from the scene in the room.

——A brand new world, “her” world.

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When Isadore received the report from the city guards, she was stunned for a second.

Now that Sharlele is not in Greystone Town, Durenna is busy training troops, and Lydia has "mysteriously disappeared", the guards believe that the most powerful person in the town is her, the real priest of light and the de facto "mistress of the church".

That's why this report came into her hands - an elf girl in a wheelchair came to the town gate.

"Miss Mirror..." Isadore muttered softly, and without hesitation handed the sacrament of prayer to another succubus nun, then turned and ran out of the church.

At the gate, she was surprised, yet not surprised, to see the small figure in a wheelchair. A guard stood beside her, and in her hand she held a strange crossbow inlaid with blue crystals.

But what surprised Isadore the most was that above the figure's head, there was an extremely bright, sparkling pink ball of light floating.

Isadore suddenly understood why Sister Sasha said to Miss Mirror, "You are very suitable to be a succubus."

"...Miss Mirror?" Isadore walked forward slowly. The elf girl shuddered and slowly raised her head, her eyes flickering, not daring to meet hers.

“Ah…you…” Vera Valindiya opened her mouth slightly and uttered two confused monosyllables.

"My name is Isadore." Isadore said angrily and amusedly.

"Miss Isadore." The elf girl stiffened her neck, her knuckles turning pale as she gripped the crossbow. For some reason, after leaving her room, her sharp aura vanished without a trace, and she even seemed a little weak.

"Why did you give her that thing?" Isadore grabbed the guard.

"There's nothing I can do, Sister..." the guard said with a bitter face, "She looked at me so pitifully, and she doesn't have any arrows, so I think it's okay..."

Isadore sighed, let go of the guard, and came to Vera Valindiya, casting her shadow over the elf girl.

Now that sister Sasha is not here, everything depends on me. I have to stand up straight... She repeated this in her mind, subconsciously straightened her little pudding, and took a deep breath.

"Hiss... huh... what's wrong with you?"

"I, I want to... see her." The elven girl lowered her head, her slender fingers stroking the catapult crossbow, the sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz. If Isadore hadn't been a succubus, with far more acute senses than an ordinary person, she wouldn't have heard her at all.

"If you mean Sister Shasha... or the Saint Lady, she's already left for Yuequan Town and hasn't returned yet."

Hearing this, Vera Valintia raised her head suddenly, her heterochromatic eyes, one yellow and one blue, shrank slightly. She looked at Isadore in disbelief, and her small body trembled.

"She...she's not here...?"

Being stared at with such despair, Isadore didn't know what to do for a moment. Although the other party was so hateful, mocking her, snatching Sister Sasha from her, and whispering to Sister Sasha for a long time every night...

But now, she is just a helpless girl...!

Isadore closed her eyes slightly and gritted her teeth, "Okay...Okay, I'll take you to Sister Sasha's study, you can wait for her there..."

"Okay..." The elf girl's dim eyes lit up again, and she murmured softly, "Thank you...you."

Unconsciously, he grasped the catapult magic crossbow with both hands.

She's not here. She's not here. She's not here... Fortunately, fortunately, I can wait for her in her study.

If...if I go back like this this time, maybe in the future...I will never be able to muster up the courage to leave again.

"Then let's go." Isadore scratched her hair and tried to push the wheelchair, but it didn't move at all.

"I can do it... by myself." The elf girl whispered, pressing her fingers lightly on the armrest, and the wheelchair began to move forward automatically.

Is this magic too? It's amazing.

Looking at the wheelchair moving further and further away, Isadore suddenly remembered the "Magic Hand No. 1 Magic Engine" that Sister Sasha had presented like a treasure. At that time, she had asked herself, what use is a newborn baby...

Hey! Why does this person have so many strange thoughts in his head...

As she thought this, a wheelchair stopped nearby. The elf girl turned her head, and there was a hint of grievance in her eyes as she looked at her. Isadore slapped her head and hurried forward.

The guard looked blankly at the backs of the two girls and then at his empty hands.

"Hey? Where's my crossbow?"

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Soon, Isadore brought Vera Valindiya to Volo Castle. Along the way, the elven girl attracted a lot of attention. Passersby turned their heads and looked curiously at this elven girl and her self-propelled magical wheelchair.

Vera Valindiya, cradling the catapult crossbow, remained huddled in her chair, not daring to look outside. It was only when she reached the castle, where there were fewer outside eyes, that she raised her head shakily, like a little pangolin stretching its body.

"Ah, little Isadore!" A succubus nun spotted them and hurried over, her skirt in the air. "When will the Saint return? Before she left, she said she'd test us on magic when she returned. I can't seem to learn that 'electric claw' spell... Oh, who is this?"

"She...ah, she is a friend of the Saint..."

"The Saint Lady has an elf friend? Wow, she's truly worthy of being the Saint Lady, her charm is unparalleled!"

Isadore smiled awkwardly. She wanted to end the conversation quickly and take the shy elf lady away from here, but when she turned around, she was stunned.

Because Vera Valindiya had raised her head and looked straight at the nun, her cheeks turned pale and her pale lips moved.

"You...know magic?"

"Ah..." The nun covered her mouth and looked at Isadore for help.

"She already knows that we are succubi." Isadore nodded helplessly.

The succubus nun stuck out her tongue and said, "Yes, the Saint said that after we become succubi, we will have both magic power and the ability to control magic. Doesn't that mean we are mages? Why not learn..."

But before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a dull thud.