The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 451 - Something powerful.

Upon concluding his business with Feiyan, Qingyi made his way toward the dining hall. His spouses had already finished preparing the evening feast.

A massive bull had been roasted and carved with precision, its meat distributed across various platters and served alongside rice, spices, and an assortment of salads.

The moment he entered, he was met with vibrant enthusiasm, though a few wary eyes drifted toward Feiyan. The beauty’s hair, typically styled to perfection, was now a tangled mess, and her breath remained labored.

Had she gone and monopolized their husband in secret?

Fortunately, such doubts evaporated once the meal commenced.

Even Celestia, who sat awkwardly in a corner trying to navigate the flood of questions from the other wives, found herself salivating at the sight of the spread. Indulging in gluttony just this once couldn't hurt, could it...?

Once the dinner ended and he had finished a period of solitary cultivation, Qingyi decided to give his wives the attention they deserved.

Rongyan was his first stop. She was currently sparring with his former master, her fists clashing against the twin blades of the silver-haired swordswoman.

He spent a short hour training with the pair before moving on to visit the other women.

Ruyan was tending to the spiritual garden in the company of Isabel and Yueli. Her striking blood-red eyes shone with light, while her lush, perfect rear seemed to practically beg for a spanking from Qingyi.

It was a request that Qingyi did not ignore.

The priestesses were not overlooked either, their names still resonating within his mind. Aside from Yueli, Yunfei, and Elize, there were eighteen others in total. Closing his eyes, Qingyi visualized each one.

Lei Xueyin was the eldest among them, surpassed only by Elize, Yunfei, and Yueli. She was tall, possessing silver hair and tranquil eyes that only lost their stillness when they landed on her husband. Yun Qiaoling, just a year younger than Xueyin, possessed a gentle smile and flowing black hair. Mo Shulan was among the most brilliant, favoring a refined yet simple look; she enjoyed spending her time at the temple forge, testing her skills at metalworking.

Bai Lianyu was a standout beauty with porcelain skin and eyes full of kindness, harboring a heart that was both pure and spirited. Feng Zhiruo had a sharp gaze and short hair, being one of the most straightforward sisters and a great admirer of martial prowess. Shen Meihua was perhaps the most aloof of the group, yet in Qingyi’s grasp, she transformed into a mischievous brat whose throat was frequently occupied by Qingyi’s cock after their orgies.

Lu Xiaoqin was the petite one of the sisters, always brimming with energy and curiosity. Han Yueran had remarkably pale skin and deep blue hair, which she kept in a tidy bun similar to Yueli’s style. Qiu Wan stood as one of the most skilled swordswomen among the priestesses, second only to Yunfei. Yu Shiqi was responsible for the temple’s scrolls, ensuring ancient wisdom was preserved; she took great delight in receiving gifts from her husband.

Ning Suwen was always the picture of discipline... at least until Qingyi arrived. She took great pride in claiming she was usually the first to reach Qingyi’s embrace. Xie Lihua was likely the kindest after Elize; the fifth oldest, she was currently in her early thirties. Zhao Yunfei wore her long hair in simple braids and was always polite and soft-spoken. Guo Yanlin, though a master of the sword, preferred using her fists and was quite fond of Rongyan, often training with the fiery beauty.

Su Qingyue had a distaste for potatoes, but Qingyi loved her all the same. He Lingxiao, on the other hand, loved potatoes perhaps a bit too much. Lin Xiaorou possessed a sweet countenance and a gentle voice, being the most protective and empathetic of the group. Finally, there was Yu Zhen'er, the youngest at twenty-one, whose eyes sparkled with boundless vitality.

When the images of these women finally drifted from his mind, Qingyi went to visit them in the flesh. One by one, he loved them and fucked them, releasing massive torrents of cum into their narrow throats, one after another.

By the conclusion of the second day, he spent nearly a trillion lust points to purchase a new cultivation bed of the astral grade, which came paired with a fresh Yin and Yang technique. To be honest, the cost was well worth it.

Before long, the cultivation levels of his wives began to skyrocket. Breakthroughs occurred one after another as their bodies merged in a massive orgy, from Celestia to Ruxue. Not a single woman was excluded from Qingyi’s affection, and when it finally ended, he lay there gazing at the dark horizon.

It was the break of dawn, and Shen Meihua was busy between his legs. Her throat swallowed the full length of his cock without struggle. A stray lock of black hair fell over her lovely face as she sucked, her head bobbing rhythmically while soft, wet sounds echoed from her lips.

This time, Celestia was the one resting against Qingyi’s right side, her crimson face tucked against his chest. "Husband... I doubt the goddess would permit such behavior..." Celestia whispered, though she didn't seem truly displeased.

"Hm... I suspect she actually would..."

"But... what of the holy doctrines?"

"She stands above those laws, does she not?"

Qingyi's response left Celestia speechless. Indeed, Auranys was above the doctrines, just as her chosen hero, Qingyi, was above them. It was perfectly logical!

"Do you enjoy it here?" Qingyi inquired. "How would you feel about making this place your permanent home?"

"Hm..." Celestia pondered for a moment. "I would love to, but... what of the goddess? She wouldn't want to remain here, would she? She promised that I would stay by her side."

"Hahaha, don't worry about that."

Qingyi chuckled, looking down as he finally erupted, pouring his cum into the priestess’s mouth. Meihua’s cheeks bulged as thick waves of semen struck the back of her throat, which she swallowed greedily. "Gulp—ah~~ thank you for the treat, hubby!" Meihua cried out, parting her lips to show she hadn't let a single drop go to waste.

Though Qingyi wished to linger and fuck some more, he realized it wasn't an option. He had remained in this place for too long and needed to reach the rendezvous point immediately. Furthermore, he could sense something in the outside world—something powerful. Gritting his teeth, Qingyi vanished from the mental realm, donned his attire, and gripped the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. It seemed another fool was looking for a swift death.