The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 567 It's about another woman, isn't it?

That night, Qingyi found himself drifting off to sleep with thoughts swirling in his mind.

For one thing, his urge to shatter through the celestial heavens burned fiercely within him.

Yet, there remained a mountain of tasks demanding his attention.

He planned to visit his in-laws, confront the green skins, and most crucially, settle the matter involving Auranys.

Though she had caused him endless headaches, honoring the vow he gave to Celestia was imperative.

Over countless months, Celestia had offered prayers, made desperate attempts, and suffered repeated failures in reaching her goddess.

With such a pile of disappointments now compounded by the downfall of Auranys's divine kingdom, her spirits could only sink deeper into despair. Qingyi felt a strong pull to pursue Auranys immediately, track down the hidden spatial pocket sheltering her, and bring closure to it all in one decisive move.

However, the moment for that had not yet arrived.

Currently, his focus needed to stay on tending to Elize and Seraphine, who slumbered serenely nestled in his embrace.

"Hm... husband seems deep in thought... what's troubling him?" Elize inquired.

Positioned along Qingyi's right side, her ample, pale breasts squeezed against her husband's ribs, her head pillowed on his sturdy, safeguarding shoulder.

"It's regarding another woman, isn't it?" Her eyes narrowed playfully, a soft giggle escaping to avoid stirring her sister.

"Hm... and how did you guess that? You mischievous one." Qingyi chuckled back, shutting his eyes.

"Just matters that lie far ahead... No need to dwell on them excessively. Tomorrow marks our cherished day, doesn't it?" He murmured, fingers gently caressing her hair. "Yeah... I hope the special day for all our other sisters arrives soon as well..."

"It surely will." With those words, Qingyi at last yielded to slumber.

The following morning, he stirred awake to the harmonious melody of slurps and gentle sighs.

Turning his gaze downward, he discovered the two sisters positioned between his thighs, gripping his shaft firmly, their tongues dancing relentlessly.

"Nghnn~~ hubby felt so rigid... so we arranged a small surprise! Fufufu~~" Seraphine giggled, her lips enveloping the head of Qingyi's member.

Her cheeks hollowed with the pull of suction while her tongue coiled around the flushed tip.

Easing into the moment, Qingyi simply savored the oral pleasure as the sisters alternated their attentions. His gaze shifted from them to the display of his status panel.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 22

Cultivation: Third Stage Of The Astral Body Realm (??? lust points to upgrade)

Mana Manipulation: Eleventh Ring (??? lust points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning: 6000 - Sword: 6000 - Fire: 6000 - Ice: 6000 - Space: 6000 - Light: 6000 Shadow: 6000 - Charm: 6000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)

Spiritual roots: Astral-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow) (??? lust points to upgrade).

Spiritual roots2: None/Astral Level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (??? lust points to upgrade).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Astral grade, ??? lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Astral grade, ??? lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 2103.195T]

All throughout the close to two months following the clash with the Heavenly Demon, this represented the entirety of his accumulated haul—over two quadrillion lust points.

Such an immense fortune left Qingyi utterly clueless on how to spend it all.

Beyond enhancing his affinities more and honing his techniques to perfection, that marked the ceiling within the immortal heavens.

No foes lingered to conquer, no rivals anywhere near capable of mounting a genuine threat against him.

It was accurate to claim he had conquered the realm, surpassing by leaps and bounds the feats achieved in the mortal heaven.

Gazing below as ecstasy peaked, Qingyi released in powerful bursts.

Thick streams of seed splashed across the faces and bosoms of the two stunning women, who breathed raggedly beside his throbbing length.

"Hm... Perhaps it's time for a bath, wouldn't you agree?" He grinned, rising and leading them to the bathing chamber.

Once refreshed from the bath, Qingyi stepped away, leaving the pair with the rest of his wives.

A great deal remained for them to sort among themselves, particularly concerning the gowns the sisters would don, along with choices for the feasts and the tunes to accompany the festivities. Unaware of such intricacies, Qingyi sought out Lucios, tasked with greeting arrivals and orchestrating every element to realize his granddaughters' dreams. The union would unfold not within the black castle, which served more as a fortified bastion for battle than an opulent residence.

Rather, Lucios flung wide the gates of his ancient palace, commanding legions of attendants to labor without pause in scouring it spotless and readying the grand chamber.

The elite and mightiest rulers of Vaeldrinn received summons, alongside envoys from the elven realm and the Rose Empire.

Even missives extended to Valemont's kingdom, though they regretfully refused.

King David Valemont grappled with a flood of governance issues and couldn't depart, regardless of Qingyi's offer to bridge distances via space folds.

Ultimately, arrangements concluded with astonishing speed. Feasts were crafted, visitors settled in, and the ensemble engaged by Lucios promptly made their way to Dragonstone.

Beholding Khaedryss in her mortal guise, attired with grace and positioned among Qingyi's consorts, delivered a staggering jolt to the assembled draconic elves.

This held especially true for her devoted worshippers.

Such a sight—her in that guise, sharing space with the other brides—only amplified the draconic elven aristocracy's reverence for Qingyi.

What mattered his slaying of their former patriarch? He bore the divine favor of Khaedryss, immortal-slayer and empire-devourer.

The Rose Empire's delegates bristled at her appearance, yet they swallowed their words. Their realm lay in ruins already. Rebuilding ties with Vaeldrinn now stood essential for any hope of resurgence.

Before long, the rite commenced, and the brides emerged, gliding past unending lines of esteemed attendees.

Not a single gaze strayed from the veiled visions in flowing white gowns that clung enticingly to their lush figures.

Arriving at the sacred dais where Qingyi stood ready, the duo beamed beneath their coverings, anticipating the instant their spouse would unveil them.