The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 3 - 03 - Mo Feixue (02)

Into Long Qingyi’s arms, Mo Feixue melted deeply.

Trembling all over, she sensed his firm yet oddly reassuring touch, her fingers automatically seizing the youth’s robes, parting his cloak to unveil his wide, chiseled chest.

Those stunning red eyes of hers locked onto his deep, captivating black ones, drawing her in like a siren’s call.

Instantly, her cheeks burned with a deep flush.

"Feixue’er!" Her brother’s shout snapped her back, prompting a cute squeal as she leaped from Qingyi’s embrace.

"Little sister, are you okay?" Tianran hurried over, gripping her shoulders tightly.

"Ugh, I told you not to call me that!" Feixue swung her hand at Tianran, the sharp slap resounding as he tumbled to the ground.

Meeting Qingyi’s gaze once more, she averted her eyes and folded her arms defiantly.

Qingyi gave her a quick once-over, his sight lingering on her form-fitting attire, spotting the smooth, flawless skin peeking at her thighs and waist, then shifting upward to her flushed, scowling expression.

A petite and slim figure defined her, standing roughly one meter fifty-five, with subtle curves. He couldn’t deny she ranked among the cutest women he’d encountered.

"B-but little sister..." Tianran rose from the dirt and shuffled toward her on his knees. "How’s your big brother supposed to shield you if no one knows I’m your big brother?"

The vivid red imprint from the slap marred his cheek, yet he ignored it, his teary gaze locked on the creature he deemed the world’s most precious.

A soft chuckle escaped Qingyi at the sight of this man past thirty treating an adult woman like a toddler.

Realizing their stares upon him, he clasped his hands and declared: "I apologize for my somewhat... rude manner, young Miss Feixue."

He bowed his head slightly, earning only a grumpy huff as she yanked open the carriage door.

"Ugh... whatever, just don’t interrupt my beauty sleep again!" With a loud slam, she shut the carriage door.

"I’m sorry about that, Qingyi. She’s a bit... tricky to handle," Tianran clarified.

"It’s fine." Qingyi shook his head.

Back on Earth, he’d romanced a woman with a matching fiery temper, fully aware of the chaos she could unleash on a man’s existence.

‘I almost pity her future spouse,’ Qingyi mused while turning to depart, halted by Mo Tianran’s call.

"Hold on, don’t we share the same path? Let me drop you off at Golden Cloud City!"

"Hm..." Qingyi pondered briefly.

Heading to Golden Cloud City held appeal.

No spot rivaled major cities or key Sects for discovering stunning beauties.

Moreover, the city lay nearby—what demanded hours walking would pass in under forty minutes via carriage.

With a nod, he agreed, and Tianran’s face split into a broad grin.

"Excellent." Tianran swung open the carriage door, glancing at Feixue. "Little sister, mind if Qingyi joins us? It’ll be fast, I swear."

At those words, the red-haired girl turned her head aside.

Join them? That implied sharing the space alone with Qingyi?

Her pulse quickened before she drew a steadying breath.

"Fine, but if he tries anything shady, I’ll get Daddy to castrate him," she snarled through clenched teeth, though her eyes sparkled eagerly as Qingyi drew near.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lady Feixue," Qingyi replied prior to boarding the carriage.

The enclosed, opulent vehicle featured a single window at the entry, draped by flowing silk.

Once seated on the cushioned bench facing Feixue, he detected numerous protective arrays alongside sound-blocking enchantments.

‘They’re clearly loaded...’ he surmised.

His master had shared basics on arrays—limited knowledge, yet sufficient for swift identification.

‘Yet with such wealth... why journey sans escorts?’ he pondered, his focus settling on Feixue’s dainty, fragile form.

Her face stayed averted, as if lost in empty space.

Now and then, though, Qingyi caught her gaze flicking his way before darting off.

[Mo Feixue’s Lust increased by 5%].

[Mo Feixue’s Corruption increased by 2 points, +1 lust points].

‘What? I haven’t done a thing!’ Qingyi thought, eyeing the notification before glancing back at Feixue.

Slightly quivering, her legs squeezed together tightly, her blush deepening as her thoughts wandered wildly.

‘Heavens... why must I wed that wretched Yang instead of him?’ she wailed inwardly.

"Everything okay, Miss Feixue? You appear uneasy," he inquired politely, sending a shiver through her.

"Ah... I’m good. Sitting all day in these snug clothes just tenses my legs a little."

Awkward laughter bubbled from her as Qingyi’s eyes drifted to her bare thighs.

"Care for a massage? My master showed me various techniques for easing tension." He flashed an innocent, warm smile, betraying no hidden agenda.

Feixue stiffened at his offer.

Conflicting feelings flashed across her features—she seemed ready to berate him, but his striking visage sapped her resolve, leaving her flushed and looking away.

[Mo Feixue’s Corruption increased by 5 points, +1 lust points].

[Mo Feixue’s Lust increased by 15%].

"You can... if you’d like," she whispered, her head swirling as she extended her right leg to Qingyi.

‘Yet another prime chance!’ the youth thrilled silently, reaching for her tiny, exquisite feet.

Gently, he slipped off her pristine white shoes, his fingers gliding over the velvety, tender skin.

[Tip: Your touch carries aphrodisiac properties for women; a dash of Qi amplifies it.]

Reading the prompt, Qingyi’s grin broadened as he began the massage.

Time to rack up a haul of lust points!