The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 629 satisfied already~?

Guo Tianhao felt stunned by Rou'er's statement.

She typically brushed him off, yet she'd never shown him outright chilliness before. Still, that frostiness didn't sting half as bad as her likening him to Qingyi.

Did she even realize that pathetic worm was alive? Had they encountered each other at all?

For a split second, his aura escaped his grasp until he yanked it back, masking his face with forced calm.

The sect leader along with the eight pavilion heads valued the Guo family's fortune greatly, but Rouxi—who cradled Rou'er protectively—couldn't have cared less about their riches.

Her fierce protectiveness meant that if Tianhao displayed the slightest killing intent toward Rou'er, he'd exit that chamber badly hurt at minimum, despite his Celestial Fairy Pavilion status.

"Sect Leader... please, heed my plea!" Tianhao pivoted his plea, fully redirecting attention. "I only seek Rou'er's bloodline awakening safely! Remember our families' deep bonds!"

Clashing more with Rou'er wasn't smart. Yet swaying her father could flip the entire situation.

"Hm..." The sect leader let out a gentle hum.

Age had touched him, but his appearance defied it.

A middle-aged man's vigor marked his frame, featuring a chiseled visage and refined stance, his azure gaze lingering on Tianhao briefly before shifting to his cherished daughter.

Adopted or not, nothing in existence mattered more to him than Rou'er.

"Have you crossed paths with Long Qingyi?" he inquired at last.

Rumors about that youth had reached his ears aplenty. The record-shattering five-minute clear of the Hidden Moonlight Secret Realm stood unmatched.

Moreover, Ma Zhenwu—the revered ancestor and former leader's mentor—had transmitted glowing commendations for Qingyi.

Clearly, the black dragon brimmed with boundless promise, poised to shape the sect's destiny, particularly as an independent Ascended One unbound to other Celestial Heavens forces.

Qingyi, free from family legacies like Guo Tianhao's, could pledge total loyalty to the sect.

"Yes, Father," Rou'er answered, prompting a drawn-out sigh from him.

"Should Qingyi ascend to Celestial Ascension by your departure for the Sect of the Cosmic Void, he may accompany you. Failing that, Tianhao steps in."

Rou'er's eyes gleamed with delight as she clung tighter to Rouxi, burying her lovely, fragile features amid the green-haired beauty's vast, weighty bosom.

Rouxi shared her joy, having taken a favorable view of Qingyi from their initial meeting.

"I know plenty of key topics remain, but I'll slip out for a stroll with Rou'er." Rouxi rose casually. "Carry on without us."

No one uttered a word before the pair vanished.

Silence gripped the room for a solid minute. Guo Tianhao's face froze rigid, teeth grinding, gaze shadowed.

Such public shame was unprecedented for him.

As the sect's top inner disciple and heir to a peerless magnate,

it was utterly intolerable.

"Nothing more, Young Master Tianhao?" The recruitment pavilion head—an elder with sunken eyes and sparse whiskers—shattered the quiet.

"Yes, Sect Leader, seniors..." Tianhao gave curt courtesy before storming out in fury.

Snatching his betrothed, twisting her against him...

Blind to Rou'er's lifelong lack of fondness, Tianhao viewed Qingyi solely as a fiend plotting to rip away his fated bride.

Elder Shen would heave a weary breath if privy to Tianhao's thoughts.

Why did haughty young masters always act this way? Did idiocy creep in over years, or were they simply dim from birth?

The two-brain-cell plague baffled the whole cultivation realm.

***

As Tianhao drowned in fantasies and wrath, Qingyi savored peak indulgence.

A divine bosom squished plush and heated over his features, while a dragoness on hands and knees engulfed him, her snug, scorching depths clenching his shaft with each plunge.

"Ah~~ aghnn~~ fuck~~ Q-Qingyi~~♡" Khaedryss's sultry, ripe tones filled the space, stifled by the pillow she'd plunged into.

Her face mashed into the sheets, rear thrust upward, spine bowed flawlessly, sweat glistening on her ebon, plump cheeks.

Qingyi clutched a horn in his left grip for leverage from behind, hammering her pussy without mercy, hips crashing in unyielding tempo.

Each drive smacked her lush, ripe ass, ripples surging deep through the quivering globes before they jiggled still.

Next to him, Auranys rested eyes shut, her colossal tits mashed in his claiming hold.

His mouth worked her tender rosy buds, drawing husky moans with every pull, her pale giants molding softly against his cheeks like yielding cushions.

Her digits wove gently into his dark locks, at odds with her ragged gasps.

"Ah..." The nipple popped free as his warm exhale grazed her tender flesh.

A milky rivulet slid languidly along her breast's generous arc.

"Nghnn~~ done so soon?♡" Auranys queried with a timid grin, eyeing the flow through hooded lids.

"Hardly." Qingyi grinned, then cracked his hand sharply on her rear, the crisp smack echoing in the steamy chamber.

He tugged her close and flipped her atop Khaedryss.

"Oh, what's this?"

Khaedryss groaned in bewilderment, sensing the deity's bulk settle on her back—Auranys's creamy, hefty breasts smearing heat over her dark hide, plush mass yielding lazily against her, thighs parting naturally over her uplifted rear.

Quickly positioned, their rears piled high, forms melded tight, Qingyi's length still sheathed in Khaedryss's core as his palms claimed Auranys's cheeks possessively.