The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 478 - Why don't you accompany your husband in a nice hot bath?
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
The sun had already set, and the interior of a bustling tavern was filled with the echoes of a boisterous, drunken voice.
The speaker was a gifted warrior who had already reached the sixth ring despite being only twenty years old. While such a feat might be considered mediocre among the high nobility, it was quite remarkable for a commoner.
Staggering atop a table with a wine jug gripped in his hand, his pants began to slip down his hips as he shouted to the room.
"Of course I'll be the chosen one! Who the hell do you think you are to question me, the great—"
"The great hero of the falling pants?" A patron cut him off, triggering a wave of thunderous laughter from the crowd.
Ignoring the mockery, the intoxicated young man yanked his pants back up and bellowed, "No, the great Lauliel!"
As soon as his shout faded, he collapsed, his head striking the wooden floor with a heavy thud.
He stayed in that position for a moment, rear end in the air and forehead pressed against the wood, struggling to suppress the bile rising in his throat.
Watching the scene from a distance, Qingyi observed the chaos with a look of quiet amusement.
"Sir, what can I get you?" A waitress approached, bowing politely in a way that accentuated the deep curve of her cleavage.
"Just some wine, any variety will do," Qingyi replied, leaning back into his chair to relax.
Though the establishment was far too loud for his personal taste, he forced himself to stay grounded instead of retreating into the world of the mind, wanting to eavesdrop on the local chatter.
The Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn was governed by a multitude of noble houses.
Even among the twelve great houses—the most dominant forces in the realm—countless factions and internal rivalries existed.
Seraphine, the sister of Elize, apparently led one of these many sub-factions.
This was the case even though she had never officially selected a champion and currently stood as the sole member of her group.
"Hm...." Qingyi mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
The selection process was scheduled to begin in just a few days. It seemed that judges from various factions would evaluate candidates based on their combat prowess and mana manipulation.
Those who earned the favor of these judges would be transported to the massive floating island. There, they would be presented to the patriarch at his palace before being handed over to their respective noble houses for specialized training.
As he pondered these details, a hushed voice reached his ears from a nearby table.
"Hey, I’ve got a pureblood friend in the noble district. His old man holds some serious sway in the Black Castle... He mentioned that Lady Seraphine is finally going to take part in the selection this time."
Judging by his attire and power level, the speaker was clearly a minor human noble. Beside him, another young man couldn't hide the excitement gleaming in his eyes.
"Oh... I’ve heard rumors that she lives in a fortress with only her maids, and every one of them is a top-tier beauty. Word is she even shared a bond with Khaedryss before the patriarch ordered the dragon’s isolation!
Living there must be like paradise... surrounded by so many beauties."
"Exactly..." The lesser noble lowered his voice to a faint whisper. "If the rumors are true, I’m entering the trials just for a chance at her, hehehe."
"Me too... Me too..."
Qingyi shook his head at their delusions. They were merely ants who failed to recognize the height of Mount Tai.
Did they truly believe they stood a chance?
'Not that I would be in a much better position without the inheritance of the Corrupt Dragon God,' Qingyi reflected as his wine was finally served. He uncorked the bottle and took a long, thirsty swallow, feeling the burn of the alcohol slide down his throat.
In truth, without the system, he would be far inferior to these men. He’d be lucky to even reach the Foundation Establishment realm on his own.
[I am pleased to see you finally giving me the credit I deserve, host. Even if it did take you quite a while.]
'Damn, since when did you develop a sense of humor?' Qingyi retorted internally. He quickly drained the rest of the wine and stood up. He had no intention of eating here, not when he could slip into the world of the mind and enjoy a divine feast with Elize. 'Speaking of her...!' Qingyi settled his tab and exited the tavern. He made his way to a nearby hotel and secured a private suite on the top floor.
The cost was steep, but to him, it was a pittance.
The room was opulent, featuring a massive double bed, polished porcelain floors, and two expansive glass windows that provided a breathtaking view of the great flying island hovering in the clouds.
Qingyi paused to take in the sight. The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword shimmered, and a silhouette materialized beside him. "How are you feeling, my love?" Qingyi asked softly, turning toward her.
The woman before him was trembling slightly. Her hands were pressed against her chest, squeezing her ample breasts together in her nervousness.
"I'm alright, hubby..."
She whispered, stepping toward Qingyi to embrace him. She leaned into his touch as his fingers brushed through her purple hair.
Her soft, beautiful eyes were fixed on the distant floating island. She reached out an arm, opening her delicate hand as if trying to grasp it.
Her sister was right there, so close it felt as though she could almost reach out and touch her.
"How much longer until hubby takes me to see big sister?" Elize asked, clutching him tightly.
"I want to show her the new recipes I've mastered..." She let out a small giggle, though her voice betrayed more anxiety than joy.
She was certainly excited, but the sheer weight of her anticipation made her voice quiver.
"Soon. I’ve already worked out a way to get up there without tripping the nightmare of detection arrays that guard the island. Once we're inside, the rest will be easy."
As Qingyi spoke, his hands slid down, firmly gripping Elize’s backside.
"Nghnn~~" A sweet, melodic moan escaped her lips as she pulled Qingyi closer.
"Husband-aghnn~~ would never break such a promise, right?"
She looked up at him, her gaze already smoldering with lust, before her lips pressed against his.
"Never." The handsome youth grinned. Using his hold on her soft, rounded curves, he hoisted her up onto his lap.
"Now... why don't you join your husband for a relaxing hot bath?" He suggested, already carrying her toward the bathroom.