The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 826 - A real wedding

The leader of the Cosmic Void Sect remained silent, his eyes closed in deep contemplation.

Such a punishment, under any other circumstances, would be simply unthinkable.

For one of the great sects of the northern region to bow its head to another would never be accepted by the others, as this would shatter the tenuous balance built up over the ages.

Even more so considering that he would have to accept a soul mark—something that would reduce him to little more than a subordinate, incapable of betraying his new master.

Everything belonging to the Cosmic Void Sect would likely be erased, and it wouldn't be long before it was fully integrated into the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

The punishment, in theory, was to make them vassals, but in practice, they would be completely annexed.

Hundreds of thousands of years of history… simply erased.

In any other situation, a coalition would be hastily formed, the Cosmic Dawn Sect would be stopped by force, and the Cosmic Void Sect would receive resources to recover.

All of this with a single goal: to preserve the balance.

But now, there wasn't much that could be done.

The Cosmic Dawn Sect was allied with the Myriad Beasts Sect, the most powerful sect in the region, and to make matters even worse, Qingyi had the support of a Celestial Empress.

Feiyue alone was more than enough to silence anyone who dared even to think of questioning such a decision.

"I accept my punishment," Xuankong said, his eyes steady, his determination drawing a soft smile from Qingyi's lips.

"Very well. Serve my father-in-law well, atone for the distress you caused your wife, and then repent," Qingyi declared coldly.

He didn't waste any more time on Xuankong.

His eyes were heavy, and, honestly, all he wanted was to get some sleep.

Delegating control of everything to Feiyue, Xue Hua, and Rou'er, he made his way to a private pavilion, where he lay down on a large sofa, exhausted to the bone.

It wasn't like him to let his women handle everything on their own, but at that moment, his body simply craved rest.

"Want to talk?" Qingyi murmured, turning his face when he noticed a female figure crossing the pavilion's entrance.

It was Qianyao, who until then had spent hours in lively conversation with Feiyue.

The last time she'd spoken with her beloved Aunt Fei, Qianyao had still been a little girl, which was why she made sure to cherish every possible moment by her side.

"Hmm… that too." Her pink lips curved into a gentle smile as her hands moved to the modest neckline of her dress.

She was flushed, her golden eyes avoiding Qingyi's gaze, her horns of the same color glistening softly in the light of the room.

She tugged at the fabric, and slowly, the dress slid down her voluptuous curves, catching only at her waist, revealing a pair of breasts too perfect to be human—heavy and soft, their pink nipples already hardening from the exposure to the air.

"I just thought maybe husband was a little hungry after all that… Elize is still getting dinner ready," she said, approaching with soft steps.

Qingyi sat up and took a seat on the sofa.

His hands moved naturally, cradling the draconic beauty's wide hips as she climbed onto his lap.

Her plump buttocks settled on his thighs, and her arched back lifted those full, heavy breasts to the level of Qingyi's face, her pink, hardened nipples practically brushing against his lips.

He gripped the twin mounds firmly, his fingers sinking into that warm, soft flesh, the silky white skin spilling out between his fingers.

His lips parted and enveloped one of the pink nipples, his tongue sliding around the stiff tip before he began to suck thirstily.

"Mghnn~~" Qianyao moaned, clinging to Qingyi's black horns as if they were her only anchor.

It didn't take long for the sweet, creamy nectar from her breasts to flood his lips—hot and delicious, sliding down his tongue.

At first, she had always found it terribly embarrassing, but over time, she had come to enjoy it...

Qingyi continued to drink in silence, his hands sliding to the sides of her heavy breasts, pressing them together to better shape them.

His fingers traced the entire length of those plump, milky mounds, pressing back and forth, milking them with patience, drawing jet after jet of hot, sweet nectar straight into his hungry mouth.

After a few long moments like this, he finally allowed his lips to pull away, releasing her nipple with a soft, wet sound.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

Qianyao blushed deeply, the flush spreading across her cheeks as she adjusted her position on top of him.

After a moment, she finally pushed Qingyi's chest with her delicate hands, making him lie on his back on the sofa.

Immediately afterward, she lay down on top of him, nestling against his chest with a soft sigh.

Her rosy lips curved into a smile as she felt Qingyi's strong hands rest on the top of her head, among her golden horns.

He caressed her gently, his fingers running through her silky strands.

His other hand slid down to her jade-like back—so delicate it seemed as if it might break at the slightest mishandling—feeling the soft, silky skin, white as snow, exposed by the dress that had slipped down to her waist.

He never grew tired of that woman—or any of his women.

It seemed that the more he made love to them, the more addicted he became.

"Your father's probably going to be in for a big surprise when we get there, isn't he?" Qingyi said with a gentle smile.

"Yes… it would be better if I were already pregnant, but I'm in no hurry… we have all of eternity." She replied, settling herself in Qingyi's arms, her golden eyes—holding a wisdom at odds with her youth—shining softly.

She leaned over him, planted an eager kiss on his lips, and then, against his warm chest, fell asleep.

"I'm looking forward to our wedding day… a real wedding…" Qianyao's voice gradually faded away, her sweet, gentle breath brushing against Qingyi's chest.