The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 9 - 09 - Hua Feiyan

Long Qingyi’s gaze swept over Hua Feiyan, lingering on her deep cleavage for a moment longer than necessary before shifting to her two companions.

One was a massive, brutish man standing over two meters tall. He wore golden trousers and a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders, though the garment failed to conceal his bloated, corpulent frame. He resembled a monk, keeping his eyes shut while a soft smile played upon his lips.

On the other side stood a young man dressed in finery that surpassed even typical noble standards. His dark hair was meticulously tied back, and his arrogant eyes remained fixed on Feiyan’s provocative figure.

"Let’s take a seat. With me, Xu Tianming, here, we don't require anyone's leave," the youth declared with a sneer. He sat directly across from Qingyi, his expression radiating pure disdain.

’Ah... another arrogant Young Master right after the last one... what did I do to earn this?’ Qingyi lamented silently.

"Please, do not be so rude, Young Master Tianming," Feiyan urged, biting her lip. She glanced toward Qingyi as if silently seeking his approval to join the table.

"Think nothing of it," Qingyi replied with a smile.

Tianming pulled a chair out for her to sit beside him, but the tanned, voluptuous beauty ignored him entirely, choosing instead to sit right next to Qingyi.

"I appreciate you pulling out that chair for me, Brother Tianming," the monk remarked, seating himself next to the haughty young master with a beaming face.

Tianming clicked his tongue in annoyance but refrained from acting out. His gaze flickered between Qingyi and Feiyan, his body trembling slightly as a wave of fury washed over him.

"My name is Hua Feiyan," she introduced herself, pressing even closer to Qingyi’s side. She then gestured toward her companions. "This young man is Xu Tianming, and the monk is Ye Langtian. We apologize for the intrusion."

"I am Long Qingyi. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hua Feiyan... You are no trouble at all, please, make yourselves comfortable." Qingyi’s voice was smooth and gentle, his handsome features lit by a welcoming smile.

As he observed Feiyan’s details through the system interface, he realized he had struck a literal gold mine. While Tianming appeared to be nothing more than a persistent pest, the boy could serve to increase Qingyi's potential gains, making his presence tolerable.

With a flirtatious smile, Feiyan signaled a waitress and ordered for the entire group before turning her full attention back to Qingyi.

"So, Long Qingyi, what brings you to this place? Have you come for the Ascending Dragon Sect’s annual disciple selection?" she inquired playfully, shifting her chair until her breasts brushed against his arm.

"Well—"

"With his meager talent? I doubt he’s even fit to scrub the boots of the Sect’s outer disciples!" Tianming cut him off, slamming his palm against the table with a mocking grin. He didn't miss the way Feiyan’s chest was pressed against the stranger's arm.

Though Qingyi had remained passive, Tianming had already branded him as a primary rival. A single thought consumed him: who did this pretty boy in white robes think he was, trying to covet his woman?

"Oh... it seems Young Master Tianming is quite certain of his own success in the selection," Qingyi countered, ignoring the insult. His expression remained kind as he looked at Tianming—a composure he had mastered after surviving his master's harsh training.

"Certain? I am the twenty-seventh young master of the Xu family. I achieved the seventh stage of the Qi Refining Realm before turning twenty." He paused for dramatic effect. "My elder sister serves as an Elder in the Sect. By next year's selection, I will be an inner disciple!" Tianming announced loudly, his voice booming through the pavilion.

A few patrons glanced their way briefly, but they quickly looked away upon realizing it was merely a petty squabble among the younger generation.

"I see... so it is Young Master Xu. Please forgive my lack of manners; I failed to recognize such an illustrious figure," Qingyi responded with unshakable poise. Beneath his polite tone lay a faint trace of sarcasm, though Tianming was fortunately too dull to catch it.

’The Xu Family...’ Qingyi mused. He recognized the name; they were one of the most prominent lineages of sword cultivators in the territory. It was rumored their patriarch was on the verge of entering the Burning Blood Realm.

Tianming was only the twenty-seventh son, likely born of a concubine, which suggested he wasn't particularly vital to the clan. His talent was mediocre at best, yet Qingyi knew it was better to remain cautious.

’Not an enemy worth making just yet...’ he thought as his food arrived, diverting his focus. The mutton soup steamed in a large golden bowl, succulent meat glistening in the rich broth, while the spiritual tea released a fragrant, floral scent.

Feiyan’s eyes widened when she saw what Qingyi had ordered. Initially, she was only drawn to his handsome face and sturdy physique, but seeing him spend more than a gold coin on a single meal shifted her perspective instantly.

"Oh... it seems Young Master Qingyi is quite wealthy!" With a seductive grin, she leaned in further. Her large breasts were now firmly pressed against his arm, trapping it in a soft, warm hold he couldn't easily escape.

Feixue was certainly pretty, but her slender frame was no match for the sheer curves of Feiyan. Qingyi was no fool; he had clearly seen the "greedy and manipulative" labels on her status screen. However, did that actually matter?

His priority was collecting Lust points. Toying with her to earn some points seemed like a perfectly fine plan.

"If you can't finish all that, big sister Feiyan is more than happy to help..." As she spoke, she leaned so far back that her voluptuous rear was almost level with the chair as she crowded his space.

Suddenly, her chair slipped. Feiyan let out a sharp, startled gasp. Her shapely body tumbled forward, collapsing entirely onto Qingyi, the full weight of her chest crushing against the young man’s solid torso.