The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 928 - The Immortal Celestial Capital (01)

The Immortal Celestial Capital was a rich and beautiful metropolis.

It wasn’t located on a planet. In fact, it sat on a gigantic asteroid that had been split in half like a fruit, its flat side sealed beneath a dome and still undergoing terraforming.

The result was something akin to a "flat Earth," its upper surface transformed into a rich and prosperous colony.

The city was enormous compared to its population, and parks and nature filled all that empty space, creating a green landscape brimming with vitality.

Birds sang incessantly—every species handpicked for the beauty of its song—and the air flowing between the tall buildings of the city center was pure and carefully filtered.

Basically, almost everything that generated pollution was prohibited there, and powerful spiritual arrays scattered across every corner quickly cleared away the little that still slipped through.

The density of Qi was also absurdly high, making the place a true paradise for cultivation.

In one of the many apartments in one of the many hotels in that region, there was a woman.

The room was silent.

Birdsong drifted in, muffled by the closed window, and the soft light filtering through the half-open curtains bathed the wide bed at the center of the room.

Her hair was a dark purple, almost black, spread across the pillow like spilled paint. Her blue eyes were closed.

Those strands framed a face of youthful features, rosy cheeks, and skin so smooth and fair that she looked more like a porcelain doll than a human.

Lying on her back on the silk sheets, she was almost naked.

A pair of large, heavy breasts lay bare to the air, each crowned by a puffy, pink nipple. Their own weight made them spread a little across her chest, the soft mounds sloping gently toward her arms and swaying ever so slightly with each slow breath.

They weren’t even close to the breasts of women like Elize, but they were still huge.

One of her hands rested directly on her right breast, her fingers sunk into the soft flesh, squeezing the squishy mound even in her sleep. The pale skin bulged between her fingers.

Her belly, so slender and well-defined that it looked like it had come straight out of a painting, rose and fell with her gentle breathing.

Just below, a conservative pair of white panties covered her crotch, the thin cotton clinging just enough to outline the plump contours of the puffy, virgin pussy hidden beneath, the fabric dipping ever so slightly into the soft cleft of her fat cameltoe.

Her thick thighs lay slightly apart, the soft flesh pressing into the sheet and spreading a little where it met the silk, their full shape accentuating those long, sensual legs.

She was, in every part of her, a beauty beyond compare.

"Ah~" A sweet moan escaped her lips, and her eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. Those beautiful blue eyes, vacant and unfocused, settled on the ceiling of the luxurious apartment.

Beneath that emptiness lay an immense anguish.

She had insisted so strongly on coming here, pressing both the leader of her sect and her grandfather until they relented.

She had heard so much about the famous Immortal Celestial Capital, and had always wanted to admire such a wealthy metropolis up close.

Unfortunately, her excitement didn’t last long.

No sooner had she set foot in the city than she became the target of a young master with more lust than brains.

The only reason he hadn’t taken her by force right then and there was the owner of the hotel where she was staying, who had protected her by calling the Immortal Guard.

The Immortal Guard protected every resident and visitor of the Immortal Celestial Capital, and they did so with full force.

That young master had no choice but to back off, so he changed his tactics: instead of dragging her away, he would force her sect to accept his marriage proposal.

Even so, Ma Zhenwu had ended up taking a punch in the midst of the commotion and suffered serious injuries. All because of her.

"Ugh... damn..." She looked down, admiring the full curve of that large pair of bare breasts.

They rose from her delicate torso like two pale, proud orbs, so large they blocked her view of her own abdomen and legs.

"Why do you have to be so beautiful?" she teased, slapping the side of her right breast—not too hard, but not too soft either.

It was as if she were punishing herself. As if that body were to blame for everything.

Her palm snapped against the smooth skin with a sharp smack that echoed in the silent room.

The soft flesh caved in around her palm at the point of impact, and the whole breast lurched heavily to the side, its weight carrying it into the other with a soft, fleshy clap. The two mounds squashed together for an instant, then wobbled apart, quivering in slow, heavy ripples before settling back into place.

A pink mark bloomed where her fingers had struck, stinging faintly, and the puffy nipple tightened from the shock, hardening into a stiff little peak atop the soft mound.

With a groan, she forced herself to get up. The moment she sat upright, her breasts dropped under their own weight, the heavy mounds bouncing once before settling into a slow, lingering wobble.

They were too full for gravity to spoil their perfect shape.

She pushed the tangled purple strands away from her face, then slipped an arm beneath her breasts, cupping them, the soft fullness piling up warm and heavy over her forearm as she swung her legs off the bed.

Her bare feet met the cold floor, and a small shiver ran up her calves as she made her way toward the bathroom.

With every step, her thick thighs brushed against each other, the soft flesh trembling faintly each time her heel came down. Her butt, covered by white panties, swayed slightly—one buttock rising as the other fell, the plump cheeks shifting beneath the fabric stretched tight over her full curves.

"Young Lady." A woman’s voice echoed from outside the door.

She froze mid-step, her breasts giving a soft, belated bounce in the cradle of her arm.

"What?" the beauty asked, already clenching her teeth. The word came out harsher than she intended.

She waved her hand gently, and in that very instant, a set of clothes covered her body.

A long, conservative dress now modestly concealed her sensual curves, its skirt falling heavily to her ankles, though even that couldn’t completely disguise the fullness of the breasts pushing against the fabric.

"Young Master Zhang Fei has come to visit again. He said you have a week, and that after that deadline, he’ll come and take you by force... He demands that you make a decision soon." The maid on the other side of the door spoke in a low, cautious voice.

"Ah... fuck that bastard," she growled, her fingernails digging into her palm. "What about the Sect Master? Did she say anything?"

"No, Young Lady. A Celestial Emperor from the Zhang Family is visiting the sect right now, likely putting pressure on everyone on Young Master Zhang Fei’s behalf."

At those words, her shoulders slumped, and a sigh full of sadness escaped her lips.

She had to struggle hard to hold back her tears, her eyes stinging as she stared at the closed door.

Her grandfather had promised her a prince charming who would solve all these problems.

Where was he now?