The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 503 Closed matter

"Hm... what does hubby plan to do now?" Isabel asked.

For a brief instant, she released Qingyi's cock, letting her massive, chocolate-toned breasts softly envelop his thighs.

Without waiting for his response, she drew the tip of his cock back into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she pumped along his shaft.

"I intend to cross the Rose Empire next, followed by Valemont. Then..." Qingyi paused briefly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"I suppose I'll head to the Enlightened Sky Empire. Meilin seemed thrilled at the thought of presenting me to her father," he answered.

In truth, he had toyed with the idea of visiting the elven lands alongside Aeryn. Yet, the stunning elf showed little enthusiasm for it, and Qingyi himself faced far more pressing matters demanding his attention at present.

Most crucially, once the Enlightened Sky Empire lay behind him, a return to the beastmen territories awaited, specifically to the fox folk.

Additionally, he needed to pose several inquiries to the dragon clan's patriarch, who happened to be Qianyao's father.

"Hm... so many tasks ahead..." Qingyi let out a sigh.

His cock hit its peak, then burst forth into Isabel's mouth, her throat diligently gulping down every drop of his seed.

"Ah~~" After savoring the final swallow of cum, Isabel mounted Qingyi, pinning him to the bed. Her gigantic breasts dangled weightily, her rosy nipples brushing against his sturdy chest.

Feiyan and Ruyan rested beside him, their forms slick with warm, creamy essence, their curvaceous figures drained from the exertion.

Isabel felt relieved that she had let them handle the bulk of the early efforts. At last, her cherished husband belonged solely to her.

"I miss mom and dad..." she murmured, wrapping him in an embrace that buried his face within her vast, chocolate-hued peaks in a cozy, snug hold.

Qingyi remained silent, merely offering a soft tap to her hips and hugging her back, inhaling the delightful floral fragrance rising from her smooth, velvety skin.

His eyelids drooped shut, and he chose to rest a bit longer.

Upon awakening, night had fallen. The tempting fragrance of Elize's dinner wafted through the temple, drawing all like moths to a flame.

Conversations swirled around the boundless journey of cultivation.

They discussed the vital need to preserve their Dao pure, resisting fleshly temptations and devoting themselves wholly to the supreme path.

Qingyi rejected such restrictions as pointless drivel, for he had never required them. Indeed, battling carnal urges would contradict the very foundation of his Dao, assuming he possessed one.

To him, nothing else counted except the bliss and unending joy of his beloved wives.

And Elize's cooking stood as, beyond question, one of his top delights. Ranking just below, naturally, those immense, mouthwatering, hefty breasts. What could possibly rival them?

Emerging from the cluster of enchanting women, Qingyi slipped into his clothes.

"Hey, wait for me!" Ruyan protested, spotting Qingyi preparing to depart.

Catching the alluring aroma of Elize's creation, the other two women stirred awake as well.

They quickly donned their attire before trailing after Qingyi.

The moment they entered the dining hall, a sharp yell rang out.

A familiar voice resounded through the air.

"No, you have to use silverware!" Ruxue declared, thrusting her chest forward.

As the senior among them, she refused to yield.

"Silverware is human foolishness! My fangs suffice! You ought to realize that, little spirit sister," Khaedryss snarled, chomping into a massive hunk of meat and ripping it free effortlessly.

"Little sister? I'm nearly twice your age, I'm your big sister!" Ruxue thumped her enormous breasts, which swayed wildly like a stormy ocean, even with her light touch.

"Big sister?..." Khaedryss squinted her eyes.

"Well, they are big, fufufu~~" She veiled her mouth, releasing a refined chuckle that clashed with her earlier feral, ravenous demeanor.

Qingyi observed the scene with a soft smile, then claimed his own chair.

Luckily, the pair appeared to be merely bantering, their tones free of true ire as they bickered, occasionally flushing or averting their gazes shyly.

It warmed his heart to witness them this way. It filled him with joy to see them genuinely content while relishing Elize's delectable feast.

With a quick peek at his status panel, he dove into his meal with enthusiasm.

Thanks to his afternoon romp with Isabel, Feiyan, and Ruyan, he had amassed five hundred trillion Lust points at last.

The moment had arrived to achieve another leap in his strength and gear up for the foes lurking ahead.

Before long, confrontations loomed with adversaries beyond any he had encountered before. Foes potent enough to shake whole continents.

Merely standing near a figure like Lucios convinced him of his current unreadiness.

***

Far across countless kilometers, within a city forged as if from pure gold,

the crown gem of the eastern continent's treasures, a certain man resided.

He carried a bit of plumpness, yet it wasn't mere obesity.

A single look revealed the extraordinary muscles lurking beneath his rounded build.

Nevertheless, combat lay far from his pursuits. Far from it, in fact.

His fingers gripped a quill with precision as he scribbled swiftly and methodically, inscribing his signature across towering piles of paperwork.

Abruptly, he halted his writing and lifted his gaze.

"Father!" a voice boomed, as a youth materialized, dropping to his knees.

Tall and robust, he bore bold, haughty traits.

Flowing golden locks cascaded over his shoulders, and his gaze mirrored an infinite azure ocean.

He ranked among the three senior sons of the King of Gold, barely past a century in age.

The figure before him was the King of Gold in person.

Cropped black hair, a weathered yet striking visage marked by subtle lines,

and undoubtedly, his commanding stature.

A neat goatee adorned him, paired with eyes that blended kindness and resolve.

"About what happened to my brother in the Blue Sea Kingdom-" "It's a settled issue. He wed the fourth princess and shall stay wed to her," the Gold King stated firmly, setting his pen aside. "But father, you know that was just a sly ploy! You even handed my dear little sister to that... that..."

"Don't utter words you'll regret, boy. You've reviewed the accounts, you recognize that young man's prowess. Your sister has secured a worthy partner, and upon his arrival here, she will formally wed him." The youthful-seeming man clenched his jaw. Ultimately, he bowed his head and spun around, presenting his back to his father.

Solitary once more, the Gold King murmured in resignation, gazing into the void.

Across his over fifty thousand years of existence, he had fathered numerous offspring.

Why did it prove so challenging every time?

"Ah... I must arrange some presents for my son-in-law," he noted, summoning one of his attendants.

From the most recent dispatch, he understood that the gaze of that driven youth would soon turn toward the Enlightened Sky Empire.