The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 917 - "Be a little rough, just this once" (01)

"It depends… will you be gentle?" Yuehan twirled the flower between her fingers, not looking at him.

"Do you want me to be gentle?" Qingyi asked, his eyes fixed on her face.

"No."

The reply caught Qingyi off guard.

Before he could say anything, she suddenly stood up.

The flower fell, forgotten, onto the sheet.

Yuehan swung one leg over him and mounted him without ceremony, her knees splayed on either side of his body. Her hands slid up Qingyi's chest until they came to rest on his shoulders.

Her weight came down on his lap all at once.

Her thick thighs squeezed Qingyi's hips from the outside—warm and damp through her pantyhose—and her full ass settled onto his legs, plump and heavy, spreading over his thighs as it took her weight.

Yuehan's floral scent grew stronger with their closeness.

Her firm, perfectly sized breasts were right at the level of his face. They gave a single light bounce as she landed, then settled, rising and falling with her shallow breaths; the soft curve of one of them brushed against Qingyi's chin.

"Since Huoyue, Ruxue, and I have promised to marry the same man, I will no longer delay the inevitable."

Her voice came out firm, but her ears were red, the blush spreading down her neck.

She leaned toward him, her sky-blue hair sliding off her shoulders and falling around them like a curtain. Yuehan's warm breath brushed against Qingyi's mouth.

"Be a little rough, just this once..."

Qingyi smiled wryly at those words.

His hands slid down and gripped Yuehan's hips tightly, his fingers digging deep into the softness just above that generous behind.

Very well. Since she wanted him to be a little rougher, he would be.

He didn't hesitate. In a single motion, he spun his body along with Yuehan's, the mattress creaking under their combined weight.

She barely had time to realize what was happening.

The ceiling spun, her hair flew into her eyes, and the air escaped her lungs in a short gasp.

By the time the world stopped moving, she was already face-down on the bed.

Her own soft pillow pressed against her face, the familiar scent of the fabric filling her nose, while her delicate jade-like back arched obscenely, her spine forming a deep curve from the nape of her neck to her hips.

Her ass pointed upward, her knees dug into the mattress, and those two porcelain orbs rose like twin spheres—plump and perfect—still wobbling from the sudden turn, taking a few slow tremors to settle.

Yuehan shuddered and grabbed the pillow, hugging it tightly to her chest until her breasts flattened against it, her face buried in the fabric.

Qingyi knelt behind her unhurriedly, taking in the beautiful figure arched before him in that perfect feline pose.

The dress had ridden up during the turn and was bunched at her waist, leaving her butt completely exposed, with only the fabric of those white pantyhose covering everything.

Well, covering what it could cover.

The fabric was thin and tight, stretched almost transparent over the swell of her hips, and now damp.

It outlined each buttock perfectly before disappearing into the cleft between them, and molded itself to the protruding curve of her puffy vulvar lips, forming a swollen, obscene cameltoe with a dark patch of moisture spreading in the center.

Qingyi raised his hand and brought a hard slap down on Yuehan's right buttock.

The sharp crack echoed through the room.

His palm sank deep, and the entire buttock flattened under the blow before springing back into shape, the impact rippling outward in small jolts that ran down the back of her thigh and set the other cheek trembling along with it.

A sting lingered on his palm. Beneath the white of her pantyhose, her skin began to take on a pinkish hue.

"Aghn~!" The impact wrung a high-pitched squeal from her lips, which parted for a moment before she bit down on the pillow to stifle the rest.

Her toes curled against the sheet, and her hips gave a small, helpless twitch.

Qingyi smiled, gripping those round buttocks with both hands.

His fingers closed possessively, sinking into that softness until the flesh bulged between them, pale skin showing through the sheer fabric, and then he found the waistband of her pantyhose and got a firm grip on it.

Without hesitation, he pulled.

The fabric slid slowly down her voluptuous body, peeling away from her delicate skin with a faint, damp scrape, and every centimeter it gave up revealed yet another piece of that perfection.

As soon as the waistband cleared the widest part of her hips, her buttocks sprang free all at once.

Released from the tight fabric, the compressed flesh swelled back to its full size with a heavy bounce, the two cheeks spreading slightly apart as they settled, her bare skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

When the pantyhose reached her knees, Qingyi simply ripped the fabric with a sharp tug and tossed the remains aside.

Yuehan flinched at the sound, her fingers twisting in the pillowcase.

One of Qingyi's hands settled once more on her right cheek, the one that still bore the red mark from the slap.

The skin there was warm under his palm.

He caressed her gently, in slow circles, the cheek shifting and dimpling under his fingers with each light squeeze, while his free hand slid down to his own pants and unzipped them.

Yuehan heard the sound of the zipper and held her breath.

She felt it the very moment that huge cock emerged from Qingyi's pants and dropped onto her ass, so hot and heavy that her skin dipped slightly beneath its weight.

The thick, veiny member sank into the cleft between those porcelain globes, gliding smoothly over the milky, sweat-slicked skin.

Qingyi squeezed her buttocks from both sides, pressing the two mounds together around his cock until only the tip remained visible, peeking out from the top of the cleft.