The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 526 Shameless disciple

"Ah... heavens alone know where your mother might be, girl." Jianming shook his head while his gaze swept over Meilin's mansion.

"I've reached out to her already. She ought to show up shortly." Jin Hao mentioned next to the elder, gradually landing in the mansion's courtyard.

"No odd incidents? Nobody pursued you?" He inquired, peering straight into his daughter's gaze.

"None, father. I've been by myself ever since my husband departed." Meilin answered, drawing a heavy sigh from Jin Hao.

A brief flicker of doubt crossed her features, yet it wasn't substantial enough to spark any real doubt.

"Is everything alright, Dad? You appear quite worried." She questioned, rising to her feet, her sight darting among the trio of men.

Luckily, her grandfather appeared to bond nicely with Qingyi, though that hardly addressed Meilin's actual worries. What words could she possibly utter?

Approach her father and confess how Khaedryss wielded the Sky-Defying Thunder Sword like a blunt weapon to gradually batter one of his wives to her end? No way.

Even she wouldn't dodge repercussions for such an act. Not that her grandfather, or Qingyi for that matter, would permit her father to discipline her.

Ultimately, strength outweighs everything in this realm.

"Hm... it's fine, dear. Just remain close to your husband, alright? Your father needs to handle a few matters." The Gold King ascended skyward, directing his attention northwest before soaring off.

Before long, just Qingyi, Meilin, and Jianming were left behind.

The elder didn't linger much, merely sharing brief salutations with his granddaughter prior to departing too.

With solitude now upon them, Qingyi swiftly drew near Meilin, drawing her into his embrace and delivering a solid smack to her rear, his digits clamping onto her lush, flawless curves.

"Naughty girl... what mischief did you get into, hmm?"

He murmured, pressing his mouth against her neck.

"Nothing serious, hehehe..." Meilin chuckled, tilting her head upward and gripping Qingyi's shoulders for balance, yielding herself fully to him.

"Hm... where are the corpses?" The striking youth inquired, sounding offhand and detached.

"Inside the World of the Mind. Khaedryss hurled them to the creatures while Sapphire and Margareth employed spells to conceal it all. Not a trace of blood was left.

That wench won't even imagine interfering with our ceremony!"

Qingyi absorbed Meilin's explanation, astonishment etching across his expression. When did that girl turn so merciless?

Not that he minded a fierce woman now and then.

"Ah... let's grab a bite, I'm famished." He declared, directing his stare toward the entrance doors to the mansion's inner chambers, where Ruxue awaited.

Drawing her close once more and securing the Sky Defying Thunder Sword at his side, he stepped into the Mind World. Inside, Elize had begun preparing the evening meal.

It turned out to be a calm and vibrant day for all, despite the minor intrusion from unwelcome guests.

As evening fell, Qingyi paused for meditation, shutting his eyes while the moon climbed steadily in the heavens.

Abruptly, perched on the azure palace's summit, his hearing picked up an unusual noise.

It wasn't the chirping of birds, nor the animated chatter of the women practicing in the temple's yard.

Rather, it was the deliberate, fluid, steady slicing through the breeze, produced by a keen and mighty blade.

He stood, leaping from the rooftop and traversing the temple grounds until he reached one of the numerous secluded training fields reserved for his spouses.

Upon the marble dais perched a stunning figure with silver locks and icy, tranquil azure eyes, brandishing her paired blades.

Her strikes, sluggish even for ordinary folk, brimmed with terrifying force, the atmosphere near her tearing into a profound emptiness as the encircling Qi got hurled aside.

All at once, she halted. Her form pivoted gracefully, the sword trailing the motion, its edge poised at Qingyi's neck.

The dashing youth merely lifted a pair of fingers, effortlessly blocking the lethal edge.

"Ah... already plotting to slay your spouse? Shameless teacher." He grinned, deflecting Qingxue's weapon and drawing her nearer, claiming her mouth with a deep kiss.

"You're the shameless one..." Qingxue breathed, raising her visage to lock eyes with Qingyi. "And I'm no longer your teacher, nor do I possess the strength or wisdom to claim that role."

"Hm... shouldn't you rejoice that your brazen student has outdone you?" He probed.

"I am happy." A profound flush colored Qingxue's cheeks as her palm ventured lower, seizing Qingyi's member and giving it a firm squeeze. "But you're my partner now, not my student."

"Hm... you mischievous former teacher!" Qingyi burst out.

He whirled Qingxue within his hold, grinding his pelvis against her taut backside and clutching her narrow, delicate midsection.

The striking youth let out a breath.

His hands seized his old mentor's gown and gradually raised it, exposing the swollen lower swell of her plump, impeccable rear, her fair complexion lightly slick with perspiration.

His trousers dropped away, and his shaft emerged, dropping weightily into the profound cleft between those plump, yielding, ideal mounds.

A soft, moist smack resounded from the collision, trailed by a tender, melodic whimper from Qingxue's mouth.

She inhaled sharply, bending ahead and extending her arm; one blade flew back into her hold.

Driving the edge into the earth, she braced against it while curving her spine to its limit, rising onto her toes.

Grinning, Qingyi positioned his shaft against the pale, plump, supple folds of the beauty's entrance, his palms sliding upward to her waist, so fragile it seemed ready to snap.

He paused just an instant before surging ahead powerfully, his pelvis slamming into Qingxue's rear with a forceful clash.

"Nghnnn... G-gentler! You... shameless student, aghnnn...!" She cried out, apparently overlooking her prior statement, her whole frame jolting forward from the force before rebounding onto

Qingyi's shaft.

She nipped her bottom lip, her gaze drifting upward.

So massive... so girthy... stuffing her completely without a hint of space remaining.

She loathed confessing how much she adored it.