The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 846 - Not enough!

"Mmm~~ My hubby is almost as delicious as a chicken drumstick!" An excited voice rang out, muffled and wet, the words stifled around Qingyi's throbbing cock.

The owner of that lewd voice was none other than Bai Yunxi.

While Qingyi lay on the bed, hands lazily roaming across Margareth's voluptuous curves, his lips buried on those two fat reservoirs of mana—the mage's huge tits—Bai Yunxi had positioned herself hungrily between his legs.

Her juicy ass jutted high into the air, those round, full buttocks swaying from side to side in a slow, mischievous rhythm.

Each unhurried motion sent ripples cascading through the plump flesh, one cheek pressing softly against its twin before rebounding with a heavy, teasing wobble.

Her striped tail fluttered excitedly behind her, betraying just how eagerly she was enjoying her feast.

"Hmm… can't you, nghnn~~, suck it without saying those embarrassing things?" Margareth asked, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips.

Her entire body shuddered when Qingyi squeezed her breasts a little harder, his fingers sinking deep into the pillowy white flesh, milking them with greedy, possessive strokes.

Sweet nectar gushed from her puffy, pink nipples, spurting straight onto her husband's thirsty lips.

"Hmm… No!" Bai Yunxi declared, releasing the cock with a wet pop just to answer. A thick strand of saliva stretched between her pink lips and the throbbing glans before she dove back in with renewed hunger.

Her lips once again sealed tight around the shaft, swallowing him whole in one smooth, practiced motion.

The pale, pure skin marked by the characteristic black stripes on her delicate neck bulged beneath the monstrous bulk of the cock as it descended down her throat.

"Ah…" Qingyi finally released Margareth's breasts, though his hands lingered, fingers still sinking into the luscious flesh in a possessive caress.

Her pink nipples released thin jets of hot milk, a few stray droplets rolling down the pale curves of those magnificent globes.

"You really can't let your husband go hungry, can you?" Qingyi chuckled softly upon noticing Margareth's unhappy expression. "Do you know how much milk I've already drunk today?"

"Not enough!" the sorceress declared with conviction, her right hand rising to gently brush aside a strand of golden hair that had fallen across her beautiful, mature face.

Grasping his head firmly, she pulled him back against her heavy, milk-swollen breasts, letting them envelop his face in a soft, fragrant embrace. "And it's not as if you don't like it… do you know what Elize's secret ingredient is in the dishes that call for milk?"

Qingyi nodded, a muffled laugh dying between the sorceress's warm, pillowy mounds.

Of course he knew what her secret ingredient was.

He'd already seen—and had even helped—milk those gigantic breasts into a glass.

It was fun to milk Elize, Isabel, Ruxue, Celestia, and even Auranys—basically all the girls with reserves large enough—filling glass after glass with their nectar.

Each one had its own unique, special flavor, and when used in cooking, each milk carried distinct magical effects.

Of course, this particular food was exclusive to him and the girls.

He even took some of Elize's dishes to Tianjin from time to time, but never anything made with his wives' milk.

He'd rather die than let another man even dream of tasting that precious nectar.

Funnily enough, the girls were already talking about—once they became pregnant—modifying the embryos in their wombs to ensure that only girls would be born.

Qingyi wasn't the kind of strange guy who felt jealous of his own children, but a small army of adorable daughters to spread terror throughout the celestial heavens? He found the idea quite amusing.

He could already imagine how many arrogant young masters, thinking themselves worthy of his daughters, he would personally castrate in the future.

For a man to be worthy of one of his daughters, he would need, at the very least, to demonstrate a will superior to his own, or defeat him in combat.

In other words, in that entire universe, there was no man worthy of his daughters.

"Ah… have you ever stopped to think about what it'll be like when our daughters grow up?" Qingyi asked, his fingers absentmindedly gliding over the silky skin of Margareth's hips.

Even without realizing it, he had already fully accepted the idea of ensuring he would have only daughters.

With the absolute control that experts of his caliber had over their own bodies, this wasn't difficult at all.

Of course, if any of them wanted a son, he would grant it without hesitation.

For now, only Rouxi was pregnant.

But with him already at the pinnacle of his bloodline's power, and all his wives elevated to the primordial rank thanks to Feiyan's new miraculous pill, the time was coming to think about those still waiting for their turn.

Khaedyrss wanted one; so did Xueyao, Linyue, and Yunxi. Rou'er preferred to wait a little longer, while Meilin wished to return to the immortal heavens and have a child only when she could be reunited with her mother, father, and grandfather.

The same was true for Elize and Seraphine, who remained confident that Qingyi would bring their mother back to life.

Aside from them, Aeryn, Celestia, Qingxue, Feiyan, Isabel, Nianxue, and all the others also wanted a child, though they were in far less of a hurry.

"Hm… what do you mean?" Margareth turned her face toward him when Qingyi finally managed to escape the warm, welcoming embrace of her breasts.

"If we're ever going to find a man worthy of our daughters in the future… No, will they even accept a man inferior to me?" Qingyi asked, a pensive gleam in his eyes.

They would be born with draconic blood, just like his.

Naturally, they would have every right to be arrogant.

Even if he were to approve of someone—which was practically impossible—the chances of them wanting a man who was less than 50% of him were minuscule.

And in that universe, what man was even 50% of what he was?

None.

It might sound arrogant, and he was, in fact, an arrogant man, but that was simply the truth.

"And why does that matter?" Margareth replied casually, her fingers gently running through his golden hair. "It won't be just some asshole with a shitty personality who'll have the chance to even look our little ones in the eyes.

"If they find true love beyond power and talent, great. If not, what's wrong with them spending the rest of their lives with their father and mothers? There's no love stronger than the love we'll give them."

Hearing that, Qingyi nodded, satisfied.

At that very moment, the pent-up pleasure exploded, his cock throbbing violently inside Yunxi's hungry mouth, spilling thick, scalding ropes of seed straight down her willing throat.