The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 638 Will it even fit?

"Does your adoptive father know you came here to see me?" Qingyi questioned, while Rou'er nestled comfortably onto his lap with a soft twist, her plush hips

rubbing snugly against him.

"Yes!" Rou'er nodded, her cheeks flushing a bit. "He told me to come get you the moment you finished your closed-door cultivation. He's eager to lay eyes on you."

"I see." Qingyi rested one hand firmly on her hips.

"Also, when will you finally defeat that Tianhao? With him out of the picture, nothing will stand in our way of marriage! Master Ma Zhenwu is brilliant for backing you." Rou'er went on, her thrilled tone pitching higher.

"Once you're adopted as Rouxi's son and gain the Ma family's support, Father won't have any choice but to agree."

A dry chuckle escaped Qingyi at those words.

She had a point, and truthfully, marrying her didn't bother him at all.

Her enthusiasm for the plan simplified matters greatly.

The real issue lay with the sect and Guo family's ongoing talks; the sect leader, despite his affection for Rou'er, prioritized the sect above everything.

Marrying her to Tianhao would bring the Guo family as allies, yielding massive economic benefits.

In the end, Qingyi eased back, savoring her warmth against his lap while stroking her short pink hair, silky smooth under his fingers.

His other hand trailed down to her thigh, hiking her skirt

perilously upward, her heated, silky skin yielding to his caress.

Her aroma delighted, her form sweet and yielding.

Good thing he commanded strong control over his arousal, or hiding it would prove impossible right now.

"Hm... big brother Qingyi, care to explain this stiff thing poking me?" Rou'er let out a playful giggle, her face crimson as she twisted to face him.

Rou'er remained an innocent maiden with little exposure to men, yet her love for books included some steamy ones.

Her purity matched her mischief perfectly.

"Is your dick truly that huge?" Rou'er wondered, her dainty hand

straying boldly, slender fingers wrapping around the forbidden bulge—long, girthy, scorching, and pulsing under the cloth.

"Oh... it's really that massive! Will it even fit inside?"

"This girl..." Qingyi's eyes went wide as his lust points surged.

After all, as daughter of the corruption dragon god, how could she not share his perversion, both heirs to the same deity?

Luckily, she recoiled from any man except him.

"Don't you think you're moving too quickly?" A sultry, honeyed voice rang out inside the ship, and as Rou'er looked ahead, enormous pale breasts filled her view.

It was Ruxue, struggling to resist squeezing Rou'er's cute cheeks.

"Hm... who might you be?" Rou'er murmured shyly, her blush deepening.

That lady had witnessed her groping Qingyi's cock.

"I'm Ruxue, your big sister and one of Qingyi's numerous wives." Ruxue grinned, drawing Rou'er into an embrace that squished her against those generous curves.

The trip wouldn't last long, so she seized every precious moment.

***

As Qingyi, Ruxue, and Rou'er savored their serene voyage, two elderly-looking men sipped drinks

tranquilly in the sect's central palace.

The sect leader sat off his throne, level with his visitor, the venerable Ma Zhenwu.

Though the mightiest expert across that star system, he showed the elder utmost respect.

Zhenwu stood as the sect's sole surviving ancestor, and having shattered his long-standing bottleneck, he'd soon eclipse all in power. "Master Zhenwu, what makes that youth stand out to you?" the sect leader inquired, prompting a low chuckle from the elder. "I've always spotted talent sharply, and that boy boasts not just supreme aptitude, but a fierce sense of justice and ironclad resolve, fit for a dragon," Ma Zhenwu answered.

The claim rang mostly false.

Beyond Qingyi's knack for conquering secret realms, he'd observed little remarkable in the lad.

The true snag was that foolish vow to the heavens from that day—a deathbed jest from an old fool beyond caring.

If Qingyi cleared the secret realm, he'd wed his granddaughter to him personally.

What a colossal blunder.

Achieving stellar sovereign realm revealed he must honor it, lest heavenly tribulation target him.

Previously, such things wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest.

Death was inevitable for him regardless.

Yet with endless eternity now beckoning, he refused to gamble with uncertainties.

The sole escape he devised was to nullify the vow to the

heavens.

Should Qingyi wed the sect leader's daughter—whose bloodline soared far above his own—the leader would never permit additional

wives.

Thus, the vow stood invalidated.

Zhenwu snickered to himself, basking in his own cleverness.

He had no inkling that Qingyi, upon hearing these thoughts, would

erupt in laughter as well.

"Ah... I must witness this personally. Wasn't he merely at the second stage of the Astral Blood Realm just last month?

With only two weeks until the journey to the Cosmic Void Sect, I seriously doubt he'll attain the Celestial Ascension Realm by then." Rising to his feet, the sect leader exited to the palace courtyard alongside Ma Zhenwu.

Above them, Rou'er's private vessel emerged in the skies, cleaving through the winds

towards their position.

A surge of scorching wind blasted forth as the ship descended, disheveling the robes and beards of the two elders.

Shock gripped both old men inescapably when the occupants stepped into view.

Rou'er made no effort to veil her features, timidly gripping Qingyi's hand just like a bride clasping her groom's arm.

However, that wasn't the source of their paralysis. It was Qingyi's cultivation level.

Ninth stage of the Astral Blood Realm. How had he surged forward at such breakneck speed?