The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 535 - If you dare to die...

"Hmm... Just how much more of this must I put up with?" A voice resounded, rich and alluring, resembling a languid melody.

The speaker was a statuesque woman sporting verdant hair along with fuzzy ears and a tail. She perched upon a throne amid an ocean of roots.

Exhaustion marked her features. Her arms folded tightly over her enormous bosom, with her forearms burying themselves in the lush softness, compelling the pair of heated peaks to mash together in an indecent display.

She shifted her hands, resettling herself on the seat.

Her slender, graceful index finger brushed against her rosy, damp lips, as her other hand trailed downward, halting upon her plush, curvaceous thighs.

The memory of that youth lingered vividly, as fresh as their initial encounter. Heat surged through her form every time she recalled the sensation of his palms claiming her breasts with a solid grip. Such strength and intensity...

"Nghnn~~" A soft smack landed on her breasts, sending a thick wave undulating over her full, spherical, taut mounds.

"Lingxue, you lewd creature... Your kin teeter on the edge of ruin, yet here you are, dwelling on these... indecent matters..." She berated herself harshly.

Qingyi had claimed her inaugural caress and her initial kiss. To be precise, he took the touch, while she offered the kiss, albeit rushed and unintended.

"Hm..." Her eyelids fluttered shut as she fought to steady her breath, yet an inner turmoil refused to subside. Thoughts churned wildly, and her stare grew unfocused.

Her lips separated, and she rose to her feet. A presence... an aura she knew well... rushed toward her at speed.

Shock flooded Lingxue's eyes as the aura closed in. The area before her warped abruptly, taking her by surprise.

"What- ah~~!" A piercing cry burst from her as her footing gave way briefly.

Despite her unsettled state, someone of her prowess ought not to stumble so. Yet stumble she did.

Luckily, just before she could crash down, sturdy, mighty hands shot out, encircling her slim waist and hauling her upright.

"Nghnn~~" A moan slipped out as her eyes shut on reflex. Those strong hands slid lower, settling on her flawless, rounded rear, clutching the supple, yielding flesh with authority.

Of course, those hands belonged to Qingyi.

"Forgive me if I alarmed you, Matriarch Lingxue. Urgency drove me." He grinned, gazing at her stunning visage and the milky expanse of her ample, fair breasts crushed against his solid torso.

The collision had tugged her neckline ajar. Her gown nearly slipped from her fragile shoulders, baring far more than appropriate.

A barrage of system alerts announced the surge in her corruption, though Qingyi scarcely noticed.

"You truly can't-aghnn~~ keep your hands in check, can you?"

Lingxue's eyes at last unveiled as Qingyi's left hand departed her backside, ascending to crown her breasts, kneading them with his robust digits embedding into the ideal, porcelain surface of those vast milky orbs.

Her lovely emerald eyes lifted, locking with Qingyi's. Crimson tinged her cheeks, and her breaths came in quick gasps.

Anger or revulsion should have surged within her, but such feelings evaded her entirely.

Instead, profound ease washed over her, as though eons of weariness had vanished from her frame.

"Oh... My apologies, Senior Lingxue. I merely steadied you, hahaha." Qingyi chuckled sheepishly, his expression brimming with feigned purity as he retracted his grip.

Lingxue paid little heed to the incident, simply seizing her dress's borders to conceal her partially revealed breasts.

As he stepped back, Qingyi eyed her status panel.

[Name: Ye Lingxue

Age: 219,846

Corruption: 36/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 35%

Talent: Incomparable genius

Reward: Incalculable

Cultivation: Third stage of the astral body realm

Spiritual roots: Astral level life spirit root

Lineage: Blood of the primordial tree of life (Astral Grade)

Constitution: Green moon body (Astral grade)

Traits: Faithful, Half-blood mythical beast, ancestral mommy, loving,

caring]

Thankfully, her purity remained untouched, showing no trace of demonic Qi's influence.

"Are you prepared... truly prepared?" She inquired, detecting his Qi.

In so brief a span, he had ascended to genuine Ancestral Emperor status...

The stirrings of desire and dampness between Lingxue's thighs scarcely registered; such trifles held no sway now.

"Yes." Qingyi inclined his head. "However, you must depart from this place and lead all the women of your folk far from here."

"Me? Depart? I cannot abandon you—I must aid your efforts! My life means nothing. The demonic seed grows far mightier. Even an Astral Realm powerhouse couldn't vanquish it without struggle at this point, and you are merely—"

Lingxue's speech cut off abruptly.

Utterly unperturbed, Qingyi advanced, clasped her dainty shoulders, and sealed his mouth over hers.

The beauty's eyes bulged, her palms feebly shoving at Qingyi's chest, frozen as his tongue delved within.

Their tongues twined, and she hesitantly reciprocated, the nectar-like sweetness of her oral cavity engulfing Qingyi.

"My chief purpose here is to honor my vow to Xueyao." Qingyi drew back, parting their lips yet maintaining their forms locked close.

"Yet that's hardly my sole oath. I also swore she would remain at your side forever, and I shall ensure it. You will become my spouse, and let the skies crumble if any dare interfere." Lingxue's already muddled thoughts plunged into deeper disarray.

Her lips parted, but only bewildered breaths emerged, no coherent words.

Were it any other suitor, mockery would follow, accompanied by his swift maiming for such boldness.

Yet facing Qingyi, resistance eluded her completely.

"Should you fail this vow... should you perish," she murmured, tapping his chest lightly. "I swear I'll resurrect you solely to slay you once more!"

In a swift burst, she wrenched away. Her form erupted into motion, fleeing the spot.

Confusion overwhelmed her... A master of her stature ought never to succumb to such turmoil.

"Could this be... love?" She pondered. Across her vast existence, nothing akin had ever stirred her.