The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 916 - Do you want to do it?

For Yuehan, it was a little hard not to feel frustrated.

She had first read about the possibility of bodily resonance in one of the many lost books kept in the private library in Tianjin.

At the time, she had been sixteen. She'd spent the next fourteen years practicing those concepts, one by one, until she finally mastered fragmented bodily resonance.

At fifty—twenty years later—she had finally achieved perfect and complete bodily resonance.

And yet, she still hadn't passed the technique on to anyone. Because, well… she still didn't think she'd mastered it at a high enough level to teach it.

Qingyi, in less than a minute, had already reached a level where he seemed to have perfect control over it!

Wasn't that a little too unfair?

Yuehan let out a long, defeated sigh, and that finally caught Qingyi's attention.

"Don't be so surprised." Qingyi smiled, deactivating the bodily resonance.

"My cultivation technique already incorporated concepts of bodily resonance, but I'd never noticed it. I'd never fully comprehended the passages where it was described, either. When I saw you use it, I had an epiphany."

Yuehan nodded. That made it a little easier to swallow. Only a little.

She sheathed her sword and tossed the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, that was also her sword, back to Qingyi.

"Don't you want to train anymore?" he asked with a chuckle, catching the sword by its hilt and sliding it into its sheath without even needing to look.

"No." She shook her head, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. "Night will fall soon… why don't we take a little walk?"

Yuehan held out her hand to him, unable to look him straight in the eye.

Qingyi was surprised and a little confused for a moment, but he didn't refuse her.

He took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

His hand, of course, didn't stay there for long.

As they climbed the stairs, Qingyi slowly untangled his fingers from hers and let his hand slide down to Yuehan's waist, his fingers closing firmly over the narrow dip just above her hip.

Yuehan shuddered at the feel of Qingyi's strong hand on that delicate curve.

[You naughty husband… can't you really go even a second without trying to corrupt an innocent maiden? Be kind to the master, or I won't forgive you!]

Qingyi just gave a soft chuckle, his hand not moving an inch from where it was, and the two finally reached the central hall of the pavilion.

From there, Yuehan continued to lead him to her own room.

"Almost the entire place has fallen into disrepair since I disappeared, but at least my room has been preserved by arrays. Mother's room, too…" Yuehan murmured, pushing open the door.

The door swung open without a single creak.

The room was similar to Qianyao's, but instead of pink, it was blue. The curtains, the sheets, the painted details on the wood. Everything in shades of blue.

Yuehan seemed to really love that color.

She stepped into the large, cozy room with Qingyi and walked toward the bed, slipping free of his hand along the way.

Qingyi stayed a step behind, his eyes slowly drifting down the line of her back to her full, heavy buttocks.

They swayed with each step—one cheek rising as the other fell in a slow, weighty bounce, the flesh quivering for an instant at the bottom of each drop before the next step lifted it again.

Her thick thighs brushed against each other beneath her pantyhose with a soft whisper of fabric.

She sat down on the edge of the bed with a strange, slightly uncertain expression. The soft bedding sank beneath her the moment her weight settled onto it.

"Why did you bring me here?" Qingyi asked, genuine curiosity in his voice as he admired Yuehan's beautiful face.

Well, his gaze lingered on her face for just a moment.

Sitting like that, her hips flared outward, and her plump, shapely, luscious ass spread against the mattress in two full, sensual mounds, the soft flesh bulging out at the sides where her weight pressed it down.

Her dress had slipped slightly aside, and the white fabric of her pantyhose, stretched to its limit there, clung to every curve, the thin fabric turning faintly sheer where it pulled tightest over the swell of her cheeks.

"I'd prepared this training session just to teach you bodily resonance… you learned way too fast," Yuehan said, letting herself fall onto her back on the soft mattress.

Her breasts jolted with the impact, bouncing up once beneath the fabric before dropping back and settling on her chest, spreading a little to the sides.

Her blue hair fanned out across the sheet beneath her.

Qingyi sat down on the bed next to her, the mattress dipping under his weight.

His right hand moved as if of its own accord, landing directly on one of those thick, shapely thighs, covered only by the thin fabric of a pair of white pantyhose that rose all the way up to her hips.

Yuehan was a little sweaty from the training, and the white fabric—now almost transparent in several places—revealed, in obscene patches, the flushed skin it was meant to hide.

Especially on the inner thighs, where the sweat had gathered the most and the fabric clung to her like a second skin.

With his hand resting right on the plumpest, squishiest part of Yuehan's thigh, Qingyi squeezed gently.

His fingers sank without resistance into that soft, warm thigh, the damp fabric clinging to his palm.

She let out a low moan, her thigh tensing under his hand for a heartbeat before relaxing again. Her beautiful blue eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought.

She hesitated. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. And then, finally, she spoke.

"Ruxue told me about your cultivation technique… about its ability to reverse fate, causality, and death," she said, though it sounded more like a question. Her eyes drifted to a flower sitting in a vase by the bedroom window.

It was dead and brown, its dry petals curled downward. Probably the only thing in that room that time had managed to catch up with.

Qingyi didn't answer right away.

His hand left Yuehan's thigh, and a thread of Qi crossed the room, snatching the flower from the vase and bringing it floating into his palm.

Yuehan propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look, her full breasts sliding and settling against each other beneath her dress.

She watched, in shock, as the flower began to change.

The stem stiffened and straightened, the brown gradually fading and giving way to green.

The fallen petals rose one by one, their decay running in reverse at tremendous speed, as if they were traveling back in time.

Soon, the petals had unfurled, glowing a vivid red, and the sweet scent of the flower spread throughout the room, mingling with the faint scent of sweat still rising from Yuehan's body.

Qingyi offered the flower to her. She accepted it with slightly trembling fingers, bringing it to her nose and closing her eyes.

"Do you want to do it?" Qingyi finally asked, admiring the beautiful woman beside him.