The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 845 - Time to make Lust Points!

Qianyao's room was exactly what Qingyi had expected.

Everything there had been frozen in place by an array since she left, remaining intact, exactly as it was when she was twelve years old.

The bed was covered with soft, pink sheets, while the shelves on the walls displayed a varied collection of porcelain and stuffed dolls, all arranged with an childlike care.

"Ah…" Qingyi let himself fall onto his back on the bed, lazily stretching his arms out over the soft bedspread as he stretched.

His eyes followed Qianyao's voluptuous body as she rummaged through one of the drawers. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

From the drawer, she pulled out a small book with a pink cover.

"What's that?" Qingyi asked, propping himself up on one elbow.

"My personal diary," Qianyao replied, opening it absentmindedly and skimming through a few pages.

Her face flushed almost instantly.

The next moment, she snapped the diary shut with a sharp click, channeling her Qi to completely disintegrate it, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

Naturally, she would rather die than face the possibility of any living soul reading what the twelve-year-old Qianyao had written on those pages.

Qingyi had also been that age once, and as he recalled his own embarrassing online posts, he shuddered slightly.

He would prefer that everything he'd typed when he was twelve remain buried forever, without exception.

Shaking his head, he simply watched as Qianyao approached the bed.

"That was my first sword," she said, pointing to a weapon carefully hung on the wall.

The design was childlike, with delicate details and soft ornamentation, yet still very elegant. For an adult, it would be a standard size, but for a child, it seemed absurdly large.

Recalling the sword Qianyao had carried when they first met, Qingyi let out a low chuckle.

It was so large that she had to hold it by wrapping both arms around it even while it was sheathed.

Apparently, her love for ridiculously large swords was nothing new.

Not that Qingyi was complaining.

He found the way Qianyao wielded those colossal blades strangely elegant.

Taking off her shoes and revealing her small delicate feet, Qianyao also climbed onto the bed.

The space was a bit cramped for the two of them, but she managed to squeeze in, sliding up until her beautiful face found comfort against Qingyi's firm chest.

Her golden eyes were serene, and her lips bore that same gentle smile as always.

Still, there was a trace of bitterness on her.

"What's wrong?" Qingyi asked, sliding his hand down Qianyao's delicate back in a slow caress that snaked down her spine to the level of her hips.

Her butt—full, plump, and shapely—was perfectly outlined by the tight fabric of her dress, every curve inviting touch like a silent tease.

Qingyi raised his hand and brought it down in a single slap.

The plump buttock rippled lazily beneath his palm, its softness settling between his fingers. A slight tremor traveled all the way to her other buttock, and a soft gasp escaped Qianyao's lips.

"Nothing… I was just thinking about our wedding…" she murmured, raising her golden eyes until they met his. "We'll have to wait a lot longer now, won't we?"

Qingyi nodded.

"At least until we've settled everything—even if only temporarily—with the Heavenly Demon. I still don't have the power to kill him, and your father will be too busy preparing the alliance for war."

"Hm…" Qianyao fell silent for a moment.

Deep down, that wasn't exactly what worried her. She wasn't some anxious little girl, and she could easily wait a few more years for the wedding.

"How do you plan, in six months, to take the fairy from the divine sword out of the hands of the Heavenly Demon? That pig would never let her go so easily, and with his power..."

That, yes, made her anxious.

Qingyi wasn't planning on dying again, was he?

His first death had already been too painful for her heart.

"I don't need to fight him," Qingyi replied, running his fingers through Qianyao's long locks of hair. "I have a technique that allows me to easily invade sealed spaces. Over the next six months, I just need to raise my spatial affinity to the maximum."

All of his wives already knew about the system store, so he didn't need to go into much detail.

All he needed were lust points, and he could buy pills capable of directly increasing his affinity.

Slowly, Qingyi's eyes fell upon his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 24

Cultivation: Seventh Stage of the First Step of the Extinction Realm

Mana Manipulation: Seventeenth Ring

Affinities: Lightning: 200,500 - Sword: 200,500 - Fire: 200,500 - Ice: 200,500 - Space: 200,500 - Light: 200,500 - Shadow: 200,500 - Wind: 200,500 - Metal: 200,500 - Water: 200,500 - Earth: 200,500 - Life: 10,000,000 - Charm: 1,000,000 (can be upgraded in the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Wind, Metal, Water, Earth, Space, Light, Shadow) (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Spiritual Roots²: None / Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Primordial grade; Lineage Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Primordial grade; Constitution Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

G Lust Points: 1,012,120]

He knew he wouldn't be able to raise his Space Root to ten million—like his Life Root—in such a short period, but he didn't need to either.

From what he'd discussed with the system, one million affinity points would already open up a completely different realm of control for him, making his spatial abilities incomparable to what they had been before.

With a sigh, he spent 1 million of his Lust Points on affinity enhancement pills, then turned his attention back to Qianyao.

It was time to make Lust Points!

It didn't take long for Qianyao's room to be filled with nothing but sensual moans and the sound of skin against skin.