The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 654 Special ingredient

"Nghnn~~ fuck... what just happened?"

A sweet, sensual voice trembled throughout a chamber as a woman, her lips painted black and her hair and eyes a matching crimson, pressed her body back against the door.

She was aflame, truly burning.

Her legs quaked uncontrollably, her nipples hardening through the fabric of her dress, creating distinct peaks.

Slowly, she arched her spine, thrusting her hips forward as her gaze drifted down her own form.

The silk of her gown was slick with moisture, the dark material adhering to her plump private lips, provocatively outlining her Mount of Venus.

Xue Hao's fingers subtly lifted the hem of the fine cloth.

A soft groan escaped her as the silk slid over the engorged folds of her vulva, finally baring the sodden beauty between her thighs.

What in the world had that scoundrel done to her?

Xue Hao's eyes blazed with both ire and intrigue, her scarlet irises alight.

She drew a single digit to her nether regions, and her whole frame convulsed violently, a lewd moan escaping past her darkened lips.

This was not right... she had to discover what was wrong with that

individual.

Her betrothed would undoubtedly be incensed, yet her mind had already settled. She would designate Qingyi as her guardian, should he emerge victorious from tomorrow's contest.

Perhaps she would come to lament this choice, but she would certainly exact a heavy toll from him for this day's events.

As for Longwei, her intended, she felt little more than disgust towards him, thus she truly could not bring herself to be concerned whether he wept or despaired over the situation.

He was a repulsive individual, and all she desired was a justifiable reason to annul the wedding.

Her father appeared resigned to sacrificing her virtue for the Guo family's wealth, but she was not!

While Xue Hao contemplated her vengeful scheme, Qingyi was situated at ease beside the leader of the Cosmic Void Sect and his spouse, Madame Lao.

The celebratory feast unfolded at a consistent, unhurried rhythm.

Occasionally, Qingyi would field a query or two from an Elder or from Madame Lao herself, but these were simple curiosities regarding his background, posing no difficulty to address.

The revelation that he was an Ascended from the Immortal Heaven indeed came as a surprise, yet none at the table placed significant importance on this detail.

Ascended beings originating from the immortal heavens were a rarity, akin to dragons; however, even the most junior Elders present had already traversed millennia of existence.

Over such vast spans of time, it was only logical that they had accumulated considerable experience and observed numerous ascended individuals pass through their lives.

A portion had been unremarkable; others had commanded regions of the celestial heavens to tremble with their very presence.

Many of those Elders harbored a simple curiosity about which of these two categories Qingyi would eventually belong to.

Following a lengthy address from the Sect Master, the banquet truly commenced.

The following day promised to be a significant occasion for all the young disciples,

consequently, the Sect had spared no expense on spirit beast provisions, procuring the most prized varieties to optimally replenish their spiritual senses and physical vigor.

Qingyi, for his part, consumed modestly, aiming to preserve his appetite for the evening repast Elize was preparing within the mind world.

Even Rou'er, who was practically yearning to consume an entire behemoth ostrich thigh, exercised restraint, taking only a diminutive portion and masticating it timidly.

After approximately an hour of feasting, a brief celebratory interlude began, and those disinclined towards the festivities made preparations to depart.

Qingyi was among the first to discreetly withdraw, returning to his pavilion with Rou'er, where the pair promptly entered the mind world.

Within this realm, Rou'er's bare feet nestled into the soft verdure, and her amethyst and rose eyes ascended to gaze upon the celestial moon suspended high above.

She closed her eyes, allowing the sweet, gentle zephyr to caress her short pink tresses, the fragrance of wildflowers filling her senses.

Above all, she yearned for the day she could reside there eternally, insulated from all maladies and the Sect's tedium.

She simply wished for repose and enjoyment alongside her elder brother Qingyi and her other sisters.

Qingyi followed closely behind as she entered the edifice, soon observing the numerous Lightning Spirit priestesses concluding

their rigorous training.

After a brief exchange of embraces, her charming cheeks suffused with

tenderness, Rou'er proceeded towards the temple's culinary quarters.

Elize, having concluded her swordsmanship practice ahead of schedule, stood before an exquisite Qi-powered hearth, her mature countenance softening into a tender expression as she hummed melodiously.

She leaned over the flames, her arms supporting her substantial bosom on

each flank as she stirred, her posterior slightly elevated in a tantalizingly nonchalant posture.

She was so engrossed in her culinary task that she failed to notice the approach from behind, her hand landing upon that ample, succulent posterior with a resounding smack.

Beneath his palm, the soft flesh yielded before springing back with a voluptuous sway, sending waves of impact across her ample curves and down to her hips. The distinct pattern of his fingers momentarily bloomed a pale pink on her skin, a stark contrast against the silken fabric.

"Nghnn~~ H-husband! I'm cooking..." Elize instantly succumbed, her knees betraying her as she felt Qingyi's firm grasp delve into the yielding swell of her posterior.

"I know, my love... Your delightful aromas reach me even from afar," Qingyi confessed with a tender smile, drawing Elize closer and capturing her lips in a fervent kiss.

The substantial weight of her large breasts pressed against his chest, the soft mounds compressing on either side as she leaned into him, her body radiating warmth against his.

Dedicated to ensuring both he and the other wives were sustained and content, Elize remained an inexhaustible source of affection and adoration.

As their embrace concluded, it was Rou'er's turn to envelop her, her face finding solace between Elize's generous bosom with a contented sigh.

"Big Sis Elize, Qingyi is already prepared to welcome another big sis to assist you in the kitchen, Xue Hao! I shall personally guide her! Hahaha," Rou'er proclaimed, her chest puffed out with pride, eliciting a seductive chuckle from Elize.

"Is that so? Fufufu~~" Elize responded with laughter, completely unfazed by the charming Rou'er's declaration.

Her slender fingers reached for an exquisite silver spoon, from which she

ladled a measure of the steaming concoction from the pot.

A rich, golden liquid, dotted with meticulously cubed pieces of meat, gently floated on the surface.

"Try it. Rou'er herself imparted this recipe to me during her last visit to the Mind World, although I've introduced a unique element," she explained, extending the spoon towards Qingyi's lips.

He consumed it slowly, then released a lingering breath of genuine appreciation.

It was... exquisite. A creamy, savory taste, yet with an underlying delicate sweetness that echoed Elize's own milk.

Qingyi's gaze shifted from her face, descending to the faint pinkish imprints her nipples were leaving on the damp material of her dress, conspicuously still moist.

"Celestia and Auranys also contributed a bit to this dish. Did you enjoy it, husband?" Elize inquired, bestowing a seductive smile.