The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 911 - Excited for our first training session?

"So… excited for our first training session?" Qingyi teased the moment Tianjin left, the corners of his lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Yuehan blushed instantly, whipping her head toward him with narrowed eyes.

She stood with her arms crossed beneath a pair of perfectly sized breasts, the gesture pushing the firm mounds up and together until their soft swell strained against the fabric of her dress.

Her wide hips jutted slightly to one side, all her weight resting on a single leg, and the blue dress dipped into the space between her thick thighs.

Beneath it, her white pantyhose—which rose all the way up to her hips—offered a beautiful sight, the sheer fabric stretched taut over her skin and hugging the plump line of her thighs.

"Just so you know, I'm not going to go easy on you, even if Little Sister Ruxue begs me not to hurt you! You're going to come out of this training in a wheelchair!" she declared, puffing out her cheeks adorably.

She gripped the hilt of the flaming blade strapped to her hip and stamped her foot on the ground to lend more weight to the threat.

Her blue hair danced with the movement, and the slight impact traveled up her leg until it reached the plump, perfect cheeks of her butt.

Her soft, full buttocks bounced once beneath her dress, a heavy tremor rolling through one cheek and spilling into the other, the pale orbs wobbling obscenely before they slowly settled.

"Don't worry, my hips are quite sturdy." Qingyi laughed, his hands already sliding toward the slender, delicate waist of the beautiful Celestial Sword Fairy.

His fingers closed around the narrow curve just above where her hips flared out, the warmth of her body seeping through the thin fabric, his large hands almost encircling her waist completely.

Yuehan blinked, feeling the firm grip settle around her waist. She needed a moment to understand what that meant.

Then a deep red flush spread across her face, climbing up her neck to the tips of her ears.

"N-not like that! Y-you… y-you… shameless womanizer!" She let out an adorable little squeal and landed several feeble punches against Qingyi's chest, each swing sending a soft, gentle bounce through her breasts as he roared with laughter.

Unfortunately, their moment together didn't last long.

A firm, masculine voice echoed through the room, and both of them froze in an instant, her small fists still resting against his chest and his hands still wrapped around her waist.

"Ah… I can see you've already fallen in love… my little Yuehan… what would your mother say?"

Their heads snapped toward the voice, their gazes landing on a tall, burly figure standing a few steps away.

He was a man of imposing appearance, with a neatly trimmed beard and thick arms crossed over his broad chest. He shook his head slowly, a disappointed expression etched on his face.

That man was the Divine Blacksmith, but Qingyi barely recognized him.

He bore no resemblance whatsoever to the dirty, decrepit figure from the Divine Forge.

Before him now stood a rugged, powerful man, built like a bear, yet one who still carried a natural refinement in both his appearance and his voice.

He seemed like a completely different person.

Qingyi could only imagine how much more the man would change if he also managed to bring Yuehan's mother back.

Of course, he didn't dwell on that for long.

His cultivation was still far too low to bring back a Celestial Empress.

Qingyi immediately let go of Yuehan and bowed before the man in a deep, respectful reverence.

"Greetings, Father-in-law!" he declared in a firm, loud voice.

"Father-in-law? You can call me Father-in-law once you give me some grandchildren, young man! Hahaha!" the Divine Blacksmith joked, his booming laughter echoing through the room.

Yuehan blushed even harder, hiding half her face behind her hands.

How could her father say something like that in front of Qingyi?!

"First, come. Let's talk for a bit in my forge; we have a lot to discuss." He motioned for Qingyi to follow, already turning his back and striding away with long, heavy steps.

Qingyi exchanged a quick glance with Yuehan, and then the two of them followed after him, the Celestial Sword Fairy's wide hips swaying gently beneath the blue dress with every step.

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, broken only by their footsteps echoing along the path.

"Father… is everything all right? We haven't talked since you woke up…" Yuehan asked, her voice low, almost hesitant.

"Of course we haven't talked—you went straight off to live with your new boyfriend!" Yuehan's father shook his head with a heavy sigh.

He forced a note of sadness into his voice, but he couldn't hide his own happiness.

His little daughter was back.

And more than that, she was with an honorable, dignified man who was willing to take her as his wife, in a world where worthy men were becoming harder and harder to find.

What father wouldn't be happy?

"Yes, I'm fine." He glanced back over his shoulder with a smile and a nod as they continued on their way.

Soon, they reached the entrance to the Divine Forge and began descending a long staircase. A dry warmth drifted up from below, carrying the faint smell of coal and hot metal.

Yuehan's eyes fell upon the black walls surrounding the staircase, and her steps grew slower.

Her drawings from when she was a little girl were still there, covering everything from the entrance of the Divine Forge to the bottom of the staircase, and continuing along the long corridors that led to the main chamber.

Cute, childlike scribbles filled every inch of the walls, accompanied by words in crooked handwriting that, even so, had a beauty all their own.

Sweet and adorable.

Yuehan remained silent, her fingertips trailing over the black bricks, feeling the rough stone and every faded line worn by time, while a wistful smile spread across her lips.

Her father walked much faster than the two of them and had already taken the lead; the sound of his heavy footsteps faded until he disappeared at the bottom of the staircase.

She was alone with Qingyi now.

He slowed his pace to walk beside her, saying nothing, simply following her gaze as it drifted over the drawings on the wall.

"My mother used to scold me whenever she saw me drawing on these walls. Lord Tianjin and Father always protected me, saying that I was enhancing the palace's artistic value, fufufu~" Yuehan laughed gracefully, covering her lips with her fingertips.