The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 944 - Mu Ziyue (02)

"Oh… sweetheart, I was so worried when I heard what happened to you… to your mother. My heart was truly broken; I could barely sleep," Ziyue said, cupping Yuehan's face in her hands and showering her cheeks with affectionate kisses, each one leaving behind a small smear of red lipstick.

Before Yuehan could even get a word out, the beautiful and voluptuous Celestial Empress had already shifted her focus.

Her delicate hands slid down from her grandniece's face and settled on Qingyi's powerful chest.

She gave his muscles a light squeeze, letting out a little giggle as she felt how firm they were beneath her fingers.

Lingxi, nestled in her father's arm, didn't like that one bit.

Puffing out her cheeks, the little girl grabbed Ziyue's hands and tried to pull her away from Daddy with all the strength her tiny arms could muster.

"Oh… such a strong and firm young man… and I can sense an incredible spatial energy within you!" she said, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss Qingyi on the cheek, her generous bust squishing softly against him for a brief moment.

Leaving a red lipstick mark behind, she turned her face toward Lingxi. "And you, little cutie? Do you want a kiss from Auntie Mu, too?" Ziyue teased, pressing her lips against the girl's forehead.

That kiss caused Lingxi's favorability rating for her to rise by ten points.

"Hewoo!" Lingxi shouted, laughing loudly, and reached out with both chubby hands to grab a fistful of Ziyue's black hair.

Unfortunately for her, the Empress had already stepped back with a laugh, her ample chest bobbing heavily at the sudden movement, and those small fingers closed on nothing but thin air.

"Ah… tell me, how did you manage to save Yuehan?" she asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity as her sparkling eyes returned to Qingyi.

"Well… I just—" Taking his time, Qingyi began to explain the details of the operation to save Yuehan to the beautiful and eccentric cultivator.

The more she listened, the more fascinated she seemed to become, leaning in a little closer with every detail.

At the end of the story, she simply closed her eyes, exhaling slowly and letting her shoulders relax.

When she opened them again, she was calm.

Her right hand remained on Qingyi's broad chest, her left on Yuehan's delicate cheek.

Lingxi, desperate to join in, grabbed the wrist of the hand resting on her father's chest and shook it back and forth.

Ziyue simply smiled fondly at the child, who was even more adorable than her own daughters had been, back when her late husband was still able to lift his lower head.

"Your mother would be proud of you, dear… she'd be happy to have you back and proud to see you with such a worthy man…" Ziyue caressed Yuehan's face with her thumb, gently wiping away one of the small lipstick marks she herself had left.

Yuehan lowered her eyes, biting her lip, and nodded silently.

The liveliness on Ziyue's face had faded, replaced by a gentle melancholy.

She was happy, but it also hurt to remember the past.

Her eyes drifted to Qingyi's many other wives, standing a little way behind. Each of them was a striking beauty, and even Ruxue and Dian Huoyue were among them.

Ziyue knew the spirit sisters well, so she gave them a graceful smile, which they both returned with a slight nod.

"Ah… come on, you're here to buy a spaceship, aren't you?" Ziyue turned on her heel, pulling Qingyi along by the hand.

The handsome young man's eyes lingered for a moment on Ziyue's plump, luscious buttocks.

The tight dress hugged every curve, the fabric stretched almost to its limit over those two enormous cheeks. With every step, they wobbled obscenely, one rising heavily while the other sank, the fabric creasing and smoothing out again along the deep line between them.

The next moment, he looked away.

Ziyue was Yuehan's great-aunt and, well, a widow married only to her work.

Lately, he'd preferred to focus on the women he already had rather than running around chasing after others.

What was the point of having a thousand wives if he couldn't give love to all of them?

"This one here is my latest and most perfect creation. I've spent the last fifty thousand years working solely on it. It's one of the main reasons I've been so isolated lately, fufufu~" Ziyue said, pointing to one of the ships.

It was relatively large—perhaps two or three times the size of an american football field—from the sword-like tip at the front to the powerful engines at the rear.

Its design was sleek, straight, and modern, with smooth, even slightly sensual curves. Black and gray blended across the fuselage so seamlessly that it was hard to tell the tinted windows apart from the hull around them. No one outside could peek in.

The ship had no landing gear, holding its position entirely through levitation arrays.

If it ever got to the point of losing those arrays, landing gear would be the least of the crew's problems, so there was no backup system.

Two large engines stood out on its back, while a set of auxiliary engines for takeoff and landing was tucked away in its belly.

"This is the Black Diamond," Ziyue said with a wave of her hands.

Immediately, a loud click echoed through the hangar, and the ship's side hatch swung open with a hiss of rushing air.

A staircase unfolded down to the floor, revealing an interior that, unlike the exterior, was a pristine white.

She didn't hesitate, climbing the steps and guiding everyone inside.

"Oh…" Lingxi let out a small gasp of amazement as they entered, her wide eyes darting around the room.

They arrived in a spacious and luxurious living room, the air inside cool and carrying the clean scent of something brand new.

The sofa was large enough for dozens of people, and right in the center stood a 3D display synchronized with the entire galaxy, tiny stars spinning slowly around it.

"Come on, young one, I'll take you to the control room and show you the weapons, fufufu~" Ziyue said, as if she already knew exactly what Qingyi wanted to see most.

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Behind them, the wives began to spread out across the room, and Lingxi stretched her little arms toward the twinkling stars spinning in the center, grumbling as her father carried her away from them.