Succubus cannot be a saint

"Is this... is this really the goddess's... will?" Ophelin spoke tremblingly, with a hint of tears in her voice.

At this moment, countless chaotic thoughts flowed through her mind - Isadore, who had turned into a succubus, was not only not afraid of holy water, but also could get a response from the goddess, and these succubus also persuaded Derek to build the wall. They were indeed helping the town... Could it be that succubus were really not evil?

More importantly, she could leave this town, take back what belonged to her, and realize her dreams... If all this was truly the will of the goddess...

Gradually, she felt her heart melt.

In Sharlele's eyes, the pink number above Opheline's head began to jump again, and finally stopped at "?94".

"Although it's not 100, 94 isn't low either." Sharlelei sighed inwardly, "Sigh... If succubusification is a science, then I should experiment on dogs first. But I'm afraid I can't see the numbers on a dog's head..."

She knew that if she did not continue to transform into a succubus, she would never be able to uncover the secrets hidden by the succubus and would not be able to know the true identity of the mysterious UI spirit.

"It's time, Sister Arnold," Salleh whispered. Hearing this, Isadore tensed up.

Lady Saint...are you going to bite your lip to feed blood again? The thought of Ophelin "kissing" her Lady Saint made the little succubus feel strangely sour.

But then she breathed a sigh of relief—Shalelei had simply bitten her fingertip and passed a drop of blood to Ophelin's lips. The head nun, in a trance, opened her lips and drank the drop of blood from Shalelei's fingertip.

The next moment, her body shook slightly, and a faint pink-purple light lit up from her lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout her body.

"Is this... magic?" Sharlelei's heart skipped a beat. She was absolutely certain that this pink-purple light was magic.

As the pink-purple light spread, Ophelin's internal organs, blood vessels and even bones became clearly visible, as if they were illuminated by X-rays, and were gradually dyed with an enchanting pink-purple color.

"I understand. It's magic that's transforming her body..." A glimmer of enlightenment dawned on Shalelei, but another question also surfaced in her mind: "My magic power hasn't been consumed. Ophelin herself is an ordinary person without magic power. So where does this magic power come from?"

Salare glanced at Isadore. The little nun's face was full of tension, but there was no sign of her magic being lost.

"Does the magic power appear out of thin air? Or does it come from the mysterious 'Blessing of Joy'?" Sharlele pondered, but when her eyes fell on the number above Ophelin's head, she was suddenly stunned.

Because that number is slowly fading.

As the numbers completely disappeared, the outflow of magic power also stopped. The enchanting light traveled throughout her body, almost dyeing her entire body pink and purple, with only her fingertips retaining their original color.

"Ou...ah..." Opheline closed her eyes and groaned in pain. Sallelei realized that only when the magic power permeated her entire body would the entire assimilation process be considered complete, and now...it seemed that it was still a little short of success!

Without thinking too much, Shalelei immediately grabbed Ophelin's hands and injected her magic power into them. The pain on Ophelin's face was immediately relieved, and her whole body turned into a bright and charming pink-purple.

Gradually, the pink-purple light dimmed and eventually disappeared. And Ophelin opened her eyes—a pair of beautiful, bright red ones.

Now, like Isadore, she had been reborn. Her once rough skin had become flawless and smooth, almost as delicate as a baby's. Her eyes shone with a bewitching red light, her lips were full and plump, and her beautiful face was filled with intellectual and intelligent charm.

A dark purple horn about two fingers long also grew on the right side of her forehead.

"It's the type with a horn on one side..." Sharlelei nodded secretly in her heart. It seems that the shape of the horns of each person after being assimilated into a succubus is different.

And at the moment when Opheline completed the assimilation, another stream of heat flowed into Sharlele's body out of nowhere, not only replenishing the magic power she had consumed, but also making it even more powerful than before.

Closing her eyes and feeling the magic flowing through her body, Sharlene sighed with satisfaction. She couldn't help but anticipate how powerful she would become once she had assimilated the entire church.

"Ah--!" The next moment, Ophelin suddenly let out a panicked scream.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 16: The Succubus Paradise Project

Sallelei looked up and saw that it was Isadore who had crawled behind Opheline and was touching the woman's round buttocks.

"Isadore, what are you doing?" Sallelei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, while Isadore confidently poked her head out from beside Ophelin's butt: "Tail, Lady Saint! I'm looking for Sister Ophelin's tail!"

"Tail, tail, tail? What tail?" Ophelin was about to cry, but when she felt something moving in her skirt, her tears were immediately scared back.

"The succubus's tail!" Isadore jumped out, turned around, bent down, and raised her little butt. A slender tail with a heart-shaped arrow at the end stuck out from the hem of her skirt.

Opheline was stunned. She stared at the tail for a long time before she turned around tremblingly and stuck out her butt in imitation of the other one. Another identical tail popped out from under her skirt and touched Isadore's tail tip to tip.

Salaret: "...What are you doing?"

"W-what? Shouldn't we do this? Isn't this a ritual...?" Ophelin realized that she had done something stupid by accompanying a golden-haired little pig, and tears were about to fall.

"That's right! This is the ceremony we use to welcome the new succubus!" Isadore's face was filled with excitement. Salaret tapped her on the head in annoyance, "There's no such ceremony!"

"Ms. Sha... Miss Shalelei!"

This time, Ophelin's tears really fell. Her originally dignified and steady temperament disappeared. She walked towards the corner of the room, as if she wanted to reach out and grab the hem of Sharlene's clothes. "What the hell is going on? What's wrong with me..."

Salares raised her eyes and looked at Ophelin who was walking to the other end of the room. "I'm here."

"Sorry! Miss Sallelei, I... oh... my glasses..." Ophelin turned around and hurriedly took off her glasses. Then she exclaimed, "Praise the Goddess! I can see so clearly... My eyes, my eyes are back to normal?"

Well, it seems that the succubus transformation not only cured the little nun's leg injury, but also cured Ophelin's myopia... Sallelei was a little amused, "Sister Ophelin, don't be afraid, you have become a succubus. How do you feel now?"

"How... do I feel now?" Ophelin turned her head to look at the mirror, and was immediately attracted by the beautiful and charming herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but start stroking her body up and down, concentrating on feeling herself now.

But the next moment, she was immersed in this wonderful feeling - she only felt her body extremely light, as if an endless supply of power was surging out.

And her vision was so clear, the whole world seemed brighter, all kinds of colors, smells and sounds flooded into her senses with incredible clarity, making her feel as if she was only truly alive from this moment on.

Then, Ophelin's heart moved, and she thought of something more important - she was now a monster. Would the goddess... would she still answer her prayers? Had she already abandoned her?

With this thought, she closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and prayed anxiously. But as the silent prayer ended, the response from the goddess still came as promised, no different from before -

"Ah, goddess... the goddess is really responding to me... Oh my god, I've become a succubus... the goddess hasn't abandoned me! Could it be... succubus really aren't evil monsters..."

Tears streamed down Ophelin's face as she wept with joy. Isadore excitedly ran over to her side, the two succubi, one large and one small, huddled coquettishly together. "I told you, the goddess won't abandon us! Sister Ophelin, being a succubus is awesome, isn't it?"

"Yes... yes, the succubus is truly... wonderful. I was wrong about you, Isadore... Ah, how foolish I was to reject such a happy thing..." Opheline nodded repeatedly, wiping away her tears. Then she turned around and knelt devoutly before Sallelei.

"Lady Saint... please forgive me... no, please punish me for my previous disrespect and ignorance... I only now understand that succubusification can be such a blissful thing..."

This devout head nun now had devilish horns and a tail. As if possessed by happiness, she revealed a dreamy and charming smile, almost like...

Well, it's not like, it's simply evil and fallen.

"It's okay. I forgive you, my Sister. However, I will also punish you as you wish..." A gentle smile appeared on Sallelei's face, but in Ophelin's eyes, that smile seemed particularly charming...

Hearing the word "punishment", Ophelin shuddered and her cheeks suddenly flushed. "Saint Lady...punishment, punishment means..."

Salaret smiled slightly, "Isadore, prepare the rope."

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More than ten minutes later, Sharlele clapped her hands and looked with satisfaction at the succubus nun who was tied up with ropes and hung on the beam.

Ophelin blushed and twisted her body. The rough hemp rope pressed against her skin through her nun's uniform, revealing her plump, round, and beautifully curvaceous figure. Only then did Sallelei realize that this succubus actually had a nice figure, full of the charm of a mature woman.

Isadore opened her eyes wide, looking at this strange punishment with curiosity. She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hands to touch Ophelin's chest which was squeezed by the rope, and pushed her back and forth like a pendulum, while Ophelin screamed in panic.

After sitting on the chair and admiring the beauty of the bound succubus for a while, Sharlelei let Isadore put Ophelin down. The succubus nun, who returned to the ground, blushed and hugged herself tightly.

For some reason, looking at the smile that casually appeared on the corner of Sallelei's lips and recalling the rough touch of the rope on her skin, Ophelin couldn't help but get excited...

"Well, welcome to our team, Sister Ophelin. I will keep my promise to you. I will take you back to Field Territory and let you take back what is rightfully yours... but we must first resolve the dilemma in Moon Spring Town."

Sharlele smiled and gently stroked the top of Opheline's head, and the latter's body shuddered and her cheeks flushed again.

Then, Sharlelei returned to the bed and sat down, the smile on her face quickly fading. "Head Sister, you should be aware of the threat posed by monsters, right?"

"Yes, Saint." Ophelin's expression became serious, and in an instant she transformed from the seductive and alluring succubus back into the shrewd and capable head nun. "The number and ferocity of magical beasts have been increasing year by year. The situation is not optimistic."

"We can't expect Derek to solve this problem." Sharlelei stretched out her hand and slowly clenched it into a fist. "Therefore, I must replace Derek and become the de facto lord of Moon Spring Town. And to achieve this goal... we need more sisters."

"Do you want to turn all the nuns in the church into succubi?" Ophelin asked tentatively.

Salares nodded. Isadore cheered, "Yay—turn everyone into succubi! Succubi are the best!"

"You're absolutely right. Only by increasing the number of sisters can we save more suffering people..." Compared to Isadore's outburst, Ophelin was much calmer. But gradually, she became immersed in her own vision, her face glowing with piety and enthusiasm.

Sharlelei looked at this scene and sighed half worriedly and half relieved.

She was relieved that now, without her having to instigate them, these two succubi would spontaneously assimilate more companions, and it would be just a matter of time before she could completely control the entire lord's mansion and even the entire town.

She was worried that Ophelin's horns were different from those of the little nuns, and it would be difficult to cover them with a nun's veil...

And through her assimilation into Opheline, she also understood some of the rules of how "succubus" works.

Firstly, assimilating a human into a succubus requires the consumption of magic power, and magic power doesn't just come out of thin air. Recalling how the desire numbers on Ophelin and Isadore's heads gradually disappeared during the assimilation process, Sharlene came to this conclusion.

The source of the magical power of succubus is the desire of the person being assimilated.

——In other words, succubus can transform "desire" into "magic power".

When Ophelin, whose desire number reached 94, was assimilated, the magic power was just about to cover her whole body. In the end, she succeeded by injecting magic power herself. However, Isadore, whose desire number reached 100, did not encounter this obstacle.

Perhaps the number of desires represents "how much desire can be transformed into magic power." And Ophelin's case proves that even if this number is less than 100, it can be assimilated through external energy!

"Lady Saint, I will gather the sisters tomorrow morning and let them also bask in your glory..."

Opheline's voice interrupted Sallelei's thoughts. She looked up and saw the head nun looking troubled. "It's just that the idea that succubi are evil monsters has been deeply rooted in people's minds. I'm worried that they will resist..."

"Rather than that, we should worry about these things..." Sharlele pointed at the horns on her head with a wry smile, "There's no way to cover this thing with a nun's veil..."

Ophelin touched her forehead and opened her mouth awkwardly. Indeed, neither her single horn nor Sharlene's dark gold horn could be easily concealed.

"Didn't they say succubi have ways of hiding in human society? Why can't I retract this thing..." Sharlele murmured to herself in distress, stroking the horns on her head. But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt the magic power within her body shift slightly, and then the little nun screamed, "Miss Sharlele! The horns! They're retracted!"

Shailele turned to look in the mirror and saw the dark golden horns on her head slowly shrinking and finally retracting into her hair. The feeling inside her skirt also told her that her tail had also retracted.

"So it's a skill that will only be activated after the magic power reaches a certain amount!" She was a little amused and then simply gave some pointers to the two new succubi.

Soon, the succubus features of the three disappeared, and even the crimson eyes of the two succubus nuns returned to their original color. However, their delicate skin and stunning beauty remained the same.

——In this way, the Succubus Paradise plan can be implemented smoothly.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 17: Succubus Mass

The next morning.

For the nuns of the Church of the Goddess of Light in Yuequan Town, today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Seven nuns stood in the chapel, facing the statue of the Goddess of Light, waiting anxiously. The oldest of them was in their forties, the youngest was only fifteen or sixteen.

Not long ago, they received a message from Sister Ophelin, asking them to gather at the chapel. Now, the appointed time had arrived, and Ophelin appeared at the chapel door, followed by Isadore, and last of all, the "crazy daughter"—Sarahelle Delavé.

The nuns all knew that the "mad daughter" had suddenly become proficient in water and saved Isadore. This puzzled them, but also made them wonder - could this mad daughter's sudden return to normality be the manifestation of the goddess?

The call from the head nun made them realize that today might be the day to uncover the mystery.

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Ophelin walked gracefully towards the center of the chapel. The sunlight shone on her face, making her fair and crystal skin shine. Her beautiful brown eyes also sparkled with a different kind of spirit when she looked around.

Isadore, who followed behind her, had her hands clasped in front of her chest, a pair of golden braids hanging down to her shoulders, and a pair of beautiful green eyes that were clear and lively. She exuded an innocent and lively spirit like a deer in the forest. When she stood with Ophelin, they looked like two angels, one big and one small.

Amid the nuns' surprised, envious and confused gazes, the two succubus nuns stepped forward and stood on both sides, waiting for Salaret's arrival.

The girl walked slowly to the center of the chapel. In the sunlight, her long flaxen hair looked like it was made of silver, shining with a clear light. Her lavender eyes were deep and beautiful, like a deep pool of lavender. Just a glance at her could make people intoxicated by her calm eyes.

The nuns all raised their eyes, gazing at the rumored "mad daughter." But somehow, standing beneath the goddess's image, this young woman seemed enveloped by a faint aura, exuding a hint of holiness, as if... the goddess herself had descended upon the earth.

Sallelei's gaze swept over the nuns. Their desire numbers were generally around 50, with the highest being only 61, and their faces clearly bore the marks of hard work from the wind and sun.

At this moment, the nuns were also extremely shocked. They clearly saw the beauty of Isadore and Ophelin, and were surprised at what had happened to their two companions and why they had changed so drastically.

Moreover, not only did Ophelin take off her glasses, but even Isadore's foot injury miraculously healed! You know, she needs at least a few months of recuperation from that injury...Goddess, what on earth happened?

If this were Earth, people's first reaction would probably be that some kind of technological innovation had been used. But in this world, these country nuns, raised under the influence of religion, invariably thought of the miracles performed by the goddess.

"Could it be that a miracle of the goddess has befallen them?"

This was the only thought on the nuns' mind at the moment.

"Sisters," After Sharlelei came forward, Ophelin took a step forward and said softly, "I have something to announce to everyone."

After saying this, she paused for a moment, looking around at the confused, surprised, envious and expectant faces of the nuns, and a charming smile appeared at the corners of her plump lips.

"Not long ago, the goddess' revelation descended upon this place," she whispered softly, "The sublime goddess will grant us the supreme honor, and each of us will be able to bathe in her glory!"

Her tone gradually became higher and her voice was filled with fanaticism. The nuns listened to her words and seemed to be infected by the fanaticism. Their expressions gradually changed from confusion to joy, and tears filled their eyes.

Just as the nuns' emotions were stirred, Salares nodded to Isadore and Ophelin, and the three succubi unleashed their charms simultaneously. However, this time, their charms were not targeted at a single individual, but rather spread out like a halo.

At this moment, the nuns were completely immersed in the frenzy and easily fell into the enchantment web woven by the three succubi. Their consciousness gradually became hazy, and their hearts were filled with inexplicable peace and joy.

"Sisters, I'm sure you've seen how beautiful Isadora and I have become. It's all the goddess's gift!" Ophelin shouted, her arms wildly spread. Isadora stepped forward at the perfect moment, a bright, innocent smile spreading across her face. For a moment, the entire chapel seemed illuminated by it.

The nuns looked at the little figure who seemed to be shrouded in holy light in a trance, and subconsciously drew the holy emblem of the goddess on their chests, tears of joy flowing out of their eyes.

At this moment, Isadore's heart was beating violently, a blush spread across her cheeks, and an indescribable joy was hitting her chest.

This is not only about showing your beauty to everyone, but also... it is also about getting one step closer to your ideal and the teachings of the goddess!

I want everyone to become a succubus, gain the same beauty and power as myself, and save more suffering people...!

For a moment, this was the only thought in Isadore's mind. She took a few steps forward and grasped the hand of a nun. The nun trembled blankly, feeling the tenderness of the girl's skin.