The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 652 Xue Hua

As twilight draped the land, Qingyi finally pushed himself up, Rou'er still tightly attached to his member like a treasure-hungry gremlin.

The colossal, pulsing shaft withdrew from the pink-haired beauty's luscious lips with a wet, sultry sound, expelling a thick, steaming stream of climax across her lovely face.

Viscous, pearly rivulets splattered against her flushed cheeks, then slithered down in slow, glistening strands, catching on her lashes before gathering at the edges of her playfully pouting lips.

"Ah... Big Brother Qingyi didn't even let me finish!" Rou'er complained, her tongue darting out to capture every lingering drop.

"The banquet is almost starting. Don't you want to cast your eyes upon Longwei's wife? Quickly clean yourself up."

These words ignited a spark of anticipation in Rou'er's mismatched eyes, and she swiftly began to tidy her appearance with deft movements.

Before long, the two were traversing the corridors of their lodgings side-by-side, her expression alight with eagerness.

To their shared astonishment, an entire escort awaited them in formation the moment they reached the entrance.

"Greetings, Young Master Long Qingyi, Young Lady Rou'er. We are tasked with escorting you to the grand banquet at the sect leader's palace," the guard captain announced, his tone firm and respectful.

Given that Rou'er held the status of princess within the Cosmic Dawn Sect, receiving special treatment was hardly unexpected.

Nevertheless, Qingyi found the full escort to be a bit excessive.

They were within the sect's core territory, and powerful elders were stationed at every turn, observing everything.

What need was there for a guard detail?

Ultimately, Qingyi offered a silent nod, continuing to stroke Rou'er's hair absently as they proceeded.

Having already entered the sect's central region, their arrival at the leader's palace was swift.

The edifice was colossal, its numerous pavilions soaring so high they seemed to pierce the heavens, extending far beyond the protective arrays that maintained the surrounding atmospheric stability.

The accompanying elder paused just outside, his gaze fixing upon the approaching pair.

A smile graced his aged features as he beckoned them forward.

"Come, the banquet is imminent. As distinguished guests, we shall be seated at the sect leader's table." With brisk steps, the elder gestured animatedly and led them inside.

Naturally, such a prominent seating arrangement conferred immense prestige.

For an elder already at the zenith of his cultivation, with diminishing prospects for further advancement, prestige became the paramount concern.

He strode purposefully through the opulent hall, a space vast enough to house over a thousand individuals.

The fragrance of exotic delicacies wafted through the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation as he passed numerous jade tables en route to the dais at the rear.

Positioned centrally at the back was a grand table fashioned from white jade, capable of accommodating thirty guests.

The sect leader was already seated at the center, his attention drawn to Rou'er and Qingyi with a hint of curiosity, a subtle smile playing on his middle-aged lips.

To his right sat the Grand Elder, with an empty seat separating him from Longwei, who radiated palpable fury.

From Qingyi's perspective, his sheer audacity in appearing was remarkable in itself.

Rou'er appeared indifferent to the others present, but her eyes dilated with recognition the moment she spotted the sect leader's wife.

Madame Lao, as she was known, was a woman of considerable beauty.

On the infrequent occasions she had graced the Cosmic Dawn Sect with her presence in recent years, she had always bestowed generous gifts upon Rou'er.

"Aunt Lao!" Rou'er exclaimed, waving enthusiastically and quickening her pace, tugging Qingyi along by his arm.

A few guards moved to intercept, but under Madame Lao's stern regard, they promptly stepped aside.

"Why, if it isn't my dear Rou'er! What have you been doing, staying away from your Auntie for so long? Come, sit beside me; I have so much to discuss with you and your... escort?" Madame Lao's gaze, filled with intrigue, settled upon Qingyi.

"We'll be married the moment he deals with that infernal Tianhao, hehehe," Rou'er declared with a playful giggle as she settled beside Madame Lao, gesturing for Qingyi to take the adjacent seat.

The elder, having been left trailing, could only emit a sigh of resignation.

All individuals at that particular table had designated seating, and inevitably, that specific spot was already claimed.

However, with Madame Lao herself insisting the young couple sit with her, certain influential elders from other sects would be compelled to accept lesser accommodations.

He himself had been assigned a corner seat, where he was intended to

share space with Qingyi and Rou'er.

With another sigh of defeat, he quietly took his assigned place.

Rou'er's words, spoken with absolute candor, took everyone present by surprise, and Longwei's heart plunged into a furious abyss.

Qingyi would undoubtedly pay the price for all of this!

"Oh my... I see you've finally discovered your dream man; how fortunate you are..." Madame Lao remarked, playfully nudging her husband, who remained stoically silent, dismissing his wife's teasing.

Though she possessed a somewhat spiteful nature, he knew her love for him was genuine.

With a dazzling smile gracing her features, Madame Lao turned her gaze towards the rear of the grand hall.

"Ah... it appears our cherished Black Rose has at last emerged from her seclusion, fufufu~~"

A sweet, alluring laugh escaped her lips as a breathtaking figure materialized from a hidden corridor, her silent steps producing a soft echo upon the polished jade floor.

Even Qingyi, who had maintained an air of detached indifference until this moment, felt his heart perform an unexpected leap.

Her lips, the color of midnight, contrasted with eyes like smoldering embers, and her long, dark hair was elegantly gathered at the nape of her neck.

The gown clung to her ample, yet perfectly proportioned, bust.

It cinched at a slender waist before gracefully cascading to accentuate her flawless hips, the supple curves of her firm, rounded backside evident beneath the luxurious silk.

Elongated expanses of fair, creamy skin were revealed through carefully designed slits in the fabric, her porcelain complexion shimmering.

This was none other than the Black Rose, Xue Hua, the esteemed daughter of the Grand Elder of the formidable Cosmic Void Sect.

Her crimson eyes swept across the hall with a chilling detachment, an enigmatic expression settling upon her exquisitely beautiful, delicate visage.

"My bride, come hither and take a seat beside me!" Longwei commanded, extending his hand towards her, yet she offered him no more than a fleeting glance.

Her face contorted with a mixture of disgust and humiliation at the mere utterance of her fiancé's title.

She directed a meaningful look towards her father, who responded with a simple shake of his head, a gesture of weary acceptance.

"Elder Sister Xue Hua, come and join us here! Perhaps Longwei neglected his ablutions and still carries an unpleasant odor. Big Brother Qingyi, on the other hand, smells wonderfully!" Rou'er chirped with delight, energetically waving at Xue Hua.