The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 958 - End of the trip

Qingyi made the most of the days spent traveling aboard the Celestial Spear toward the world where the war would take place.

He spent as much time as he could with Lingxi, playing and having fun with her, and, of course, showering all his wives with love.

His cultivation also became much more stable, especially with Yuehan and Akane guiding each dual cultivation session.

On the last day of the journey, with only a few minutes left before landing, Yuehan emerged from the World of the Mind and left Qingyi's room.

She needed to meet urgently with the commanders of the orthodox forces.

Qingyi was supposed to attend as well, but Yuehan covered for him with the excuse that he was still in isolated cultivation.

Eyes closed, he lay on his bed completely naked, his chest rising and falling slowly, already close to exhaustion.

Above him was a woman with black hair streaked with red, her delicate face framed by adorable black bangs. Two horns jutted from the top of her head, and a mischievous smile played on her lips.

The beautiful, sexy Japanese demoness had one of her heavy breasts hanging out of her kimono, the pale, pillowy mound pressed against Qingyi's face, its weight spreading softly over his cheeks and nose.

At the same time, one of her hands was wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down at a steady rhythm, her slender fingers squeezing his thick member with every stroke.

"Nghnn~~ Qingyi-chan... hubby~ do you like Akane-sama's milk~? Fufufu~..." She gave a soft giggle, her free hand stroking Qingyi's black hair as she felt his lips close around one of her baby-pink nipples.

The tip was hard and puffy against his tongue.

A pleasurable shiver ran down the demoness's spine every time he sucked harder, the heavy breast quivering gently against his face with each pull of his mouth.

Her hand sped up on his cock, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the member throb between her fingers.

Her slick fingers glided ceaselessly over the pale skin of his shaft, the wet, sticky sounds of the handjob filling the room alongside the soft suckling at her chest.

She milked him hard, her fist tightening just below the swollen head with each upward stroke, the thick veins throbbing against her palm.

Akane sensed the exact moment Qingyi was about to come.

He grunted against her nipple, the sound muffled by the soft flesh, his cock swelling even harder in her hand as his balls drew tight and his hips lifted off the bed of their own accord.

She didn't hesitate.

Her nipple left his lips with a soft pop, glistening with saliva and a trail of milk.

The heavy boob swung back into place in a slow, weighty arc, the soft flesh rippling for an instant before settling.

In a single fluid motion, she leaned over Qingyi's cock, adjusting the position of her face and relaxing her throat.

Her exposed breast hung free beneath her with the movement, the plump mound swaying and dragging warmly across his thigh, and she swallowed the head of his cock just in time to feel the first thick spurt of cum invade her mouth.

Hot, thick, slamming against her tongue and the back of her throat.

The demoness drank it all obediently, her throat working in slow, audible gulps as the thick, white, hot semen slid down and filled her stomach.

Spurt after spurt, she didn't pull back even a centimeter, her eyes half-closed in pure contentment, her horns lightly brushing his belly with every swallow.

When he finally finished, she hadn't wasted a single drop.

Even then, her tongue ran the length of Qingyi's cock, licking up every last trace until it was completely clean, and only then did she pull away with one last kiss on the tip, satisfied.

"Ah~ Akane-sama is satisfied; I won't be having dinner tonight, fufufu~" She laughed happily, running her tongue over the corner of her mouth while using her Qi to cleanse her body.

With a lazy motion, she scooped her breast back into her kimono, the heavy flesh wobbling against her palm before the fabric stretched to accommodate its fullness.

Qingyi laughed along with her, his legs still a little wobbly, and reached a hand toward the beauty's thighs.

Her skin was warm and smooth, and his fingers sank lightly into the plush flesh, sliding slowly along her inner thigh up to the edge of the kimono.

"The day I kill the Celestial Demon is drawing near," he said, letting out a sigh, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

Akane nodded, slowly turning onto her side on the bed.

The movement made her heavy breasts shift and settle one on top of the other beneath the kimono, the fabric pulling tight over their curves. One of her hands rested open on Qingyi's bare chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"I don't have much information about the one your star calls the Celestial, but I still know a little. In the Mortal Heaven, you probably met some followers of the Celestial Demon, right?

"Well, you must have. All the novels I read on Earth had those nasty guys. Ruyan is the daughter of one of those, right?" Akane looked pensive, tapping her chin with a finger.

"Well, anyway, I've never been much of a fan of Chinese novels, but never mind." She cleared her throat.

"They're almost nonexistent in the Celestial Heaven, but in the Land of the True Gods there are some very similar ones. Filthy pigs, devotees of the one they call the First-Born."

"Do you believe that's the Celestial?"

"Yes."

Akane nodded, and the playful tone from before vanished from her voice.

"He could grant ordinary beings the power to harm Primordial Emperors, and they all carried a putrid energy. It was similar to the flames of Primordial Chaos, capable of consuming everything, but it wasn't pure.

"The smell is terrible, and its very existence is profane. The Golden Primordial Emperor used a poison derived from that power to weaken me and force me to fall."

For a moment, there was anger in Akane's voice—an ancient, cold anger.

But she controlled herself, taking a deep breath and placing her hand back on Qingyi's chest, her fingers spreading across his warm skin.

"Be careful, Qingyi-chan. Akane-sama and Lingxi-chan will be waiting for you."

She leaned in and gave her husband one last hug, her soft breasts flattening against his chest and spreading warmly over his skin for a long moment, before returning to the World of the Mind.

Alone, staring at the ceiling, Qingyi sighed. Her warmth still lingered in the sheets.

It was time to get to work.

Getting up and dressing calmly, he opened his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 24

Cultivation: Ninth Stage of the Stellar Sovereign Realm

Mana Manipulation: Eighteenth Ring

Affinities: Lightning: 1,120,500 - Sword: 1,350,500 - Fire: 1,000,500 - Ice: 1,050,500 - Space: 1,550,530 - Light: 1,000,500 - Shadow: 1,200,500 - Wind: 1,100,500 - Metal: 1,000,500 - Water: 1,000,500 - Earth: 1,000,500 - Life: 10,000,000 - Charm: 1,000,000 (can be upgraded in the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Wind, Metal, Water, Earth, Space, Light, Life, Shadow) (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Spiritual Roots²: None / Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Primordial grade; Lineage Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Primordial grade; Constitution Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Lust Points: 441,145,500]

He had earned a fortune in Lust Points simply by making love to his wives.

Akane and Yuehan, with the highest cultivation levels, were the main sources, but the other women also helped a great deal.

Once the war ended, Qingyi planned to raise the total to 1 billion before he began investing in his advancement to the Cosmic Emperor Realm.

Above the Cosmic Emperor Realm, all he needed was to reach the False Divinity Realm, the last realm before the Celestial Emperor Realm.

The latter, as funny as it might seem, was the easiest realm to reach, and the reason was simple.

The False Divinity Realm was a transitional realm, also known as the Half-Step Celestial Emperor.

It had a single cultivation stage, and those who reached it generally needed only a few months or years to make the leap to the Celestial Emperor Realm.

This was the main reason it was so rare to encounter cultivators of the False Divinity Realm.

Reaching it was extremely difficult, but once inside, a single push was all it took to reach the Celestial Emperor Realm.

It was difficult, yes, but with Qingyi's constitution and spiritual roots—which were the absolute pinnacle even in a heaven above the Celestial Heaven—he knew he could do it.

Upon reaching the Celestial Emperor Realm, even if he wasn't at the peak, he was certain he could at the very least hold his own against the Celestial Demon.

With a sigh, already feeling the engines of the Celestial Spear slowing down in a low tremor that ran through the floor, Qingyi left the room.

Guards and officers filled the corridors, rushing back and forth, the clatter of boots and sharp orders echoing off the walls as they prepared to organize the youths for disembarkation.

Qingyi was above such tasks, so he simply went on his way, limiting himself to exchanging a nod with one or another of them now and then.

He let Qianyao emerge from the World of the Mind, and with her walking by his side, he made his way to the command center.

One of the generals waiting outside the command center bowed the moment he saw them. "Commander Qingyi, Young Lady Qianyao, it's good to have you here."

Qingyi motioned for him to rise, returning a respectful salute before continuing.

He had heard a great deal about the history of the United Orthodox Military Forces and held the army in high regard.

While the sect cultivators basked in glory and wealth, it was these soldiers who held the line in the mud and rivers of blood.

These men and women deserved respect.

The general smiled at Qingyi and led him into the command chamber. The low murmur of many voices spilled out as soon as the doors opened, along with the warm, stuffy air of a crowded room.

He, too, had come to hold the commander in high regard, especially since he was used to the contempt of those damned spoiled youths from the major sects—and even from the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance and the Three Great Families.

Qingyi was always a pleasant young man to have around—arrogant toward enemies and humble toward elders.