The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 847 - Zihao

"Mghnnn~~!!" Yunxi's cheeks suddenly puffed out as Qingyi's cock throbbed violently between her lips, thick, scalding jets of semen flooding every corner of her mouth.

In the next instant, amid muffled gags and lewd, wet sounds, she forced herself to swallow every drop, her slender throat convulsing frantically as it struggled to handle the overwhelming torrent that kept gushing out.

"Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~"

An obscene amount of cum flowed down the tigress's throat in thick, viscous waves, her eyes welling up from the sheer volume of it.

Only after the seventh gulp did she finally pull back, the enormous member slipping from her rosy lips with a wet pop that echoed through the room.

"Aghnn~~ Fufufu~~"

The tigress purred, the taste of her husband's semen still coating her tongue, her striped tail swaying behind her plump ass, brushing sensually against the soft, ripe cheeks with each languid sweep.

Her lips glistened, drenched in saliva mixed with cum, still connected to the thick tip of his cock by long, sticky strands of semen.

"I agree with big sis Margareth," she said, slowly running her tongue over her lips so as not to waste a single drop. "If our daughters want to spend the rest of their time with their father and their mothers, what does marriage matter?"

"Have you seen the caliber of those young masters from those sects? That White Sword Cuckold I made piss his pants… what was his name again? Uh… Yeah, just 'White Sword Cuckold' is a name worthy of him," she concluded with a mocking smile, recalling the terrified face of the wretch after he had tried to draw his sword against her.

Even a man a hundred times better than that would still be pure trash in her eyes.

Margareth also nodded slightly, the gesture drawing an amused smile from Qingyi as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" the two asked in unison, looking up at him with needy expressions.

Obviously, they wanted more.

"I have to go to the arena. I've been here for a month already and have been accepted as a masterless core disciple. It's time for me to make an appearance," Qingyi said.

Rouxi was in her last month of pregnancy, and since she had grown quite sensitive, he hadn't had sex with her beyond oral, relying on the other women to farm as many lust points as possible.

Now, a month later, he had already managed to raise his spatial affinity to four hundred thousand—a respectable number, but one he honestly felt was far from enough.

As affinities climbed higher, raising them by the same amount grew progressively more expensive.

To reach a million, he'd really have to put in a lot of effort.

Well, having sex nonstop wasn't exactly a terrible effort.

Qingyi shook his head, amused, straightening his clothes and exchanging a few final caresses with his women before finally leaving the world of the mind.

He reappeared in his room in Tianjin's Palace, one of the most luxurious quarters in the entire complex—truly gigantic and built to serve as the home of a Celestial Emperor.

Qingyi stretched, left the room, and flew toward the main arena of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, his figure cutting through the air like lightning.

There, several geniuses had already gathered, exchanging blows in duels where even the weakest among them was a Star Sovereign.

Qingyi landed at the edge of the crowd surrounding the great marble arena, his eyes immediately fixing on the battle underway.

Two young geniuses were locked in combat, one of whom he recognized immediately, even though he had never seen the man in person.

One of the ten geniuses competing for the position of heir disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion.

He was a young man with fierce, arrogant eyes, wielding a massive sword with both hands and attacking relentlessly.

His opponent, no less fierce and armed with a pair of double axes, defended deftly, the steel handles spinning in his palms as he tried to parry as many strikes as possible.

Qingyi ignored the countless curious glances directed at him—or, more specifically, at the golden guard shadowing him in a far from discreet manner.

He was a prime target for the Heavenly Demon and, as such, received the full protection of the vice-leader of the Golden Guards, a powerful peak Celestial Emperor.

Such a presence caught everyone's attention, but Qingyi paid it no mind, focusing entirely on the fight before him.

They clearly weren't taking it seriously.

Neither drew on much Qi, and the duel had essentially become a contest of swordsmanship, brute strength, and stamina.

Their strikes carried terrifying power, each clash of weapons echoing through the arena like thunder, but neither resorted to special techniques.

"Young Master Zihao likes to fight this way, without much Qi or special techniques. It's become something of a trademark for him. He always tries to humiliate those who use elaborated techniques against him, but he also always adjusts his power to give the best possible fight to those who respect him," a voice said beside Qingyi.

He turned his head, looking at a chubby young man with rosy cheeks and pale skin, his eyes so narrow they were barely visible above the soft flesh of his cheeks.

The chubby young man scratched his chin absentmindedly as he watched the battle.

"Hm… he seems like an interesting guy," Qingyi remarked.

"Yeah… but he's a son of a bitch, too… the moment he spots you in the audience, he'll try to cause you trouble," the chubby young man sighed, a look of disdain crossing his round face.

Obviously, everyone there knew Qingyi.

He had kept to himself during the first month, but the announcement that he was Long Wujin's heir and Qianyao's man had caused quite a stir throughout the alliance.

Word of his presence spread quickly, as did word of his unique appearance.

Of course, that young sword prodigy was no exception.

Quite the contrary.

His master had lost his entire family to the Corruption Dragon God in the past and, because of that, harbored a bloodthirsty enmity toward Wujin.

With a devastating upward strike, Zihao ended the battle, the blade of his enormous sword slicing through the air with an ominous hum as it sent his opponent flying out of the arena with a sharp, bone-rattling crack.

Almost immediately, his sharp eyes swept across the crowd and fell on Qingyi, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.