The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 887 - Aren't you going to cover yourself?

In silence, Yuehan listened to everything that had happened in the last more than 100.000 years.

She had been poisoned by the Celestial Demon, who also stolen her body.

The Orthodox world, barely beginning to recover from the War of Corruption, had plunged into utter chaos.

Her father had nearly gone mad with grief, and her mother had taken her own life.

The hatred between demonic and orthodox cultivators, already simmering, finally boiled over.

Just a few months ago, the Celestial Demon had invited the Orthodox Alliance to watch as he publicly abused the Divine Sword Fairy.

It was because of this that Qingyi, not even a Stellar Sovereign, had found himself forced to take part in the mission to save her.

Even Huoyue, who had worn a frown throughout the entire explanation, couldn't help but let her eyes soften as she looked at Qingyi.

After learning everything that had happened while they were trapped in that cursed jade coffin—and the absurd risk he had taken in the name of his love for Ruxue—it was impossible to see him in the same light.

Of course, there had also been pressure from Tianjin and many others, not to mention Qingyi's own conscience, which would never let him stand idly by while a beauty of that caliber suffered such a cruel fate.

Still, it was undeniable that the central motive behind it all was his love for Ruxue. All the other reasons, taken together, amounted to only a tiny fraction in comparison.

Once the explanation was over, Qingyi watched as Yuehan rose to her feet, leaving the coffin behind.

He had to admit—seeing her like that, alive, standing, breathing, made her beauty stand out even more.

Her legs were sheathed in white pantyhose that climbed all the way to the height of her wide hips, the fabric stretching indecently as it molded around those plump, soft thighs, tracing every voluptuous curve before disappearing beneath the cloth that covered the rest of her body.

Her breasts were not that big, but the sharp dip of that tiny waist flaring out into such broad, generous hips was enough to make any man drool.

Her face was beautiful and cold, though far from indifferent.

Her pale pink lips were always curved into an elegant, gentle smile, and her sky-blue eyes gazed at Huoyue—and even at him—with a discreet, shy warmth.

In the end, Qingyi simply closed his eyes, deciding to focus on recovering his Qi before anything else.

"Thank you so much for everything, Long Qingyi… I promise I'll do my best to repay this kindness," Yuehan whispered to the young man in meditation, still swallowing hard to keep down the urge to vomit rising in her throat.

The Celestial Demon had planned to revive her, tear her clothes from her body, and abuse her at a public event, broadcast to every corner of the demonic world.

The mere thought was enough to twist her stomach with sheer disgust.

Thank heavens Qingyi had arrived in time.

Watching that young dragon—whose beauty was capable of making even her own heart, which she had always considered unshakable, flutter—Yuehan couldn't help but blush slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Huoyue.

Ruxue had already told Qingyi about the three of them promising to marry the same man, and judging by the way he had clung to Huoyue's breasts the moment she awoke, Yuehan could very well imagine that he truly intended to take all three of them for himself.

The mere fact that he had managed to snatch them from the Celestial Demon's clutches the way he had was proof enough that he was worthy, but even so, Yuehan couldn't stop the slight tremor that ran through her body.

"You're blushing…" Huoyue murmured, standing beside her.

Yuehan's heart skipped a beat.

"I-it's nothing." She shook her head quickly, delicate fingers rising to her face to brush a few strands of light-blue hair from her eyes.

Her gaze shifted again, this time settling on Huoyue's bare tits.

Their size was obscene, their shape simply perfect—each round, full globe stood firm and defiant, refusing to bow to gravity as if it hardly recognized its own weight.

Yuehan smiled with a hint of mischief and leaned over the silly fire spirit beside her, her delicate hands sliding beneath the sides of Huoyue's ample breasts before pressing them firmly together.

The soft flesh yielded under her fingers, spilling upward in a lewd swell, the pale mounds squishing against one another until a deep, indecent line of cleavage rose between them.

"M-master!" Huoyue shuddered, the already fierce blush on her cheeks deepening further. Her whole body squirmed under the touch, and each little tremor sent the captive breasts quivering within Yuehan's grasp.

"Aren't you going to cover yourself?" Yuehan teased, drawing out the words with feigned innocence. "Or are you going to tell me you liked the man Ruxue chose so much that now you want him to admire your nakedness for the rest of your life?"

Huoyue merely lowered her head and, with a defeated sigh, dissolved into a flash of light, retreating back inside the sword as if fleeing her own embarrassment.

Yuehan chuckled softly and, without giving it much thought, picked up the sword and strapped it to her voluptuous hips.

The scabbard settled snugly along the broad curve, resting against the pronounced swell of her full buttocks and sinking just slightly into the plush flesh with each small shift of her weight.

Her eyes drifted once more to Qingyi, who remained seated cross-legged, eyes closed, his body absorbing that pure Qi with such intensity that it made her gasp softly.

His spiritual roots had to be far more powerful than hers.

Yuehan walked until she stood facing him, close enough to catch his scent—a warm, clean aroma that made her swallow hard.

Her knees bent gracefully, and she lowered herself into the lotus position as well, the fabric of her pantyhose stretching even tighter across her full thighs as she crossed them, the sheer white material straining against every soft curve.

With flushed cheeks and her eyes reluctant to leave Qingyi's handsome face before finally closing, she began to replenish her Qi reserves.