The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 888 - I-I’ll do it, you pervert

Hours passed.

The sky darkened, and the world was plunged into thick blackness before gradually lighting up again as the first rays of dawn pierced the horizon.

Bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, the bodies of Qingyi and Yuehan glowed softly, both immersed in a state of deep meditation.

All around them lay a veritable field of death.

Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of giant insect carcasses were scattered across the ground, their limbs twisted, their shells cracked open, dark entrails oozing into the sodden earth.

Huoyue had slaughtered every one of them during the night, eliminating any creature that might pose a danger to the pair.

At that very moment, the flaming spirit stood in her human form, utterly exhausted.

Her sweat-soaked skin glistened in the rising sun, her clothes clinging to her body like a second skin, hugging every generous curve of that sculptural figure. Her stiff nipples pressed against the thin fabric, drawing two eager points.

Qingyi's eyes slowly opened, the gleam in his irises immediately capturing the image of that exhausted beauty right before him.

"You perverted scoundrel… you're finally awake? Do you know how much Qi I had to expend to protect you?" she growled softly, looking away with a flushed face and an adorable expression, her trembling lips wavering between feigned bravado and genuine relief.

Qingyi smiled, rising unhurriedly, his muscles flexing as he stepped toward her.

His hand moved without warning, descending calmly onto Huoyue's plump buttocks. His fingers sank into that pillowy flesh before clamping tightly around one warm cheek, kneading it like fresh dough.

Huoyue shuddered, her red eyes widening instantly, a short, sharp moan escaping her parted lips.

The captured cheek quivered against his palm, its soft mass rippling around his fingers. A subtle wobble spread through the plump flesh, traveling from where he squeezed all the way to the twin curve beside it, like a slow ripple crossing a still pond.

"Well… you gave me some of your milk yesterday, so… if you want to drink a little of mine today, I won't object," Qingyi teased, his hand leaving her butt to trace its way up along the sweep of her wide hips.

He leaned in and, without any ceremony, planted a slow kiss on the beauty's neck, his lips brushing against that warm skin still damp with sweat.

Huoyue shuddered from head to toe, an intense heat surging from the depths of her groin, rising up her belly, and settling at the tips of her nipples.

[Huoyue's Lust increases by 10%]

"M-milk?… you don't even have—" Huoyue swallowed her own words, her eyes widening again.

Men didn't have milk, in fact, but…

Slowly, her gaze drifted downward, landing precisely on Qingyi's groin.

There was something there. Long, thick, and pulsating. A powerful bulge pushed against the fabric, outlining every vein, every inch of that obscene length.

[Huoyue's Lust increases by 20%]

"Y-you.... I'd never put that huge thing in my mouth, y-you depraved pervert!" She looked away, but her body was already betraying her.

One part of her screamed for her to return to the sword, another forced her to melt into Qingyi's arms. Her thighs clamped shut tightly, a hot, sticky wetness building up between them, soaking into the fabric of her clothes.

Qingyi simply kept smiling.

Honestly, he found that fiery spirit adorable. Similar to Ruxue in so many ways, and yet so different, much easier to provoke.

It had been two days since he'd been away from his wives, and with all that pent-up lust, Qingyi wanted, with every fiber of his being, to fuck Huoyue right there, beneath the golden light of dawn.

Under normal circumstances, he would have to go hungry, since he would never force himself on a woman, but…

He was the Dragon God of Corruption. Wujin despised the power of his own bloodline and reserved its effects solely for his wife's pleasure.

Qingyi, on the other hand, had no problem whatsoever using it to win a woman's heart and body.

His fingers slowly let small strands of draconic Qi seep into Huoyue as he touched her, the power gently corrupting her senses from within.

"I know, love… it's not like you could handle my size anyway… Ruxue always said you were the weaker one of the two…" Qingyi teased, letting out a low chuckle right next to her ear.

"T-that silly trick won't work on me, you perverted bastard!" Huoyue looked away, crossing her arms in front of her massive breasts. Her forearms sank into the pillowy flesh, and the generous mounds squeezed upward, swelling above the neckline as though about to spill free at any moment.

Qingyi didn't respond. His hand slid down from Huoyue's hip, his fingers descending with slowly as his lips sought hers.

Despite her curses, Huoyue couldn't resist. Her mouth was taken by Qingyi's, the heat between her legs throbbing with renewed intensity, her hips involuntarily tilting forward in search of more of his touch.

He kissed her for a brief second before pulling his lips away, the two of them still connected by a thin, glistening thread of saliva that snapped in the air between them.

"Ah… how could Sister Ruxue accept a womanizing, perverted scoundrel like you as her husband?" Huoyue asked, her voice trembling, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

If Qingyi didn't bear such a strong resemblance to Ruxue, and didn't know things that only Ruxue should know, she might have thought he was lying.

"You'll understand soon enough," Qingyi replied, and the fingers still sliding down Huoyue's hip finally found that plump, perfect pussy, the thin fabric of the dress already clinging to lips swollen and slick with moisture.

He pressed down, feeling the softness of that perfect cleft mold itself beneath his fingertips. The fleshy lips parted just slightly under his pressure, sinking around his finger through the damp fabric, the fine cloth clinging to every fold as if drawn there by her arousal itself.

A long, obscene moan escaped Huoyue's lips, and he reveled in the sound.

Her legs gave out, her knees buckling before she could stop them, her body sinking to the floor in a soft landing.

Her enormous breasts swayed heavily with the movement, lurching upward, crashing back down against her heaving chest, then rocking side to side in slow, weighty arcs before finally settling.

When she looked up, Qingyi's cock was already out. Long, thick, and pale, it exuded a strange, almost intoxicating scent that seemed to trap her, fill her lungs, and scramble her thoughts.

She gasped, and finally, her lips parted.

"Nghnn~~ I-I'll do it, you pervert… but only b-because of big sis Ruxue, and if you lied, I'll castrate you! You scoundrel… if you wake up the master… I promise I'll bite!" Huoyue murmured, her hands moving slowly toward Qingyi's cock, her fingers trembling and hesitant.

Without her realizing it, however, Yuehan's eyelashes fluttered, and slowly, a paior of blue eyes opened.