The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 865: 865 - You taste good, Qingyi-chan...

"Ah..." A sigh drifted through the humid air, so high-pitched and exaggerated that it sounded more like a lewd moan. "Did you really need to be so violent? I was just teasing you..."

The body beside Qingyi broke apart into fine specks of light, dissolving into the warm air of the cave until nothing at all remained.

When he turned in search of that voice, he found the same woman as before.

Perhaps even more dazzling than the first time, she sat elegantly on the wooden deck across from the fountain, her delicate toes lazily playing with the surface of the water, sending soft ripples spreading outward.

"Better now?" she asked, her slender fingers closing around a fruit that resembled a strawberry, though of a deeper, more vivid scarlet hue.

Pearl-white teeth sank into the juicy flesh, and she closed her eyes, a soft, satisfied sound escaping from between her parted lips as she savored it.

She devoured what remained of the fruit in a single bite, then relaxed, resting her elbows behind her on the deck as she watched Qingyi with genuine curiosity.

"Yes." He finally nodded, beginning to move toward the water’s edge that separated them.

He could have flown across in the blink of an eye, but he chose not to.

He slipped off his martial robe, letting it fall onto a nearby rock, leaving him clad only in his pants.

The sculpted muscles carving his chest and abdomen stood exposed to the humid air of the cave.

Qingyi then let himself slide into the warm water, cutting through the surface with steady strokes until he reached the opposite bank.

His drenched skin glowed softly beneath the cave’s diffused light, silvery droplets tracing the contours of his body as he rose from the steam curling lazily off the hot spring.

"Hm? What’s this? Trying to put on a show for me?" she teased, her red eyes brazenly roaming over his wet figure as he climbed onto the wooden deck, a smile curving the corners of her lips.

"No, I was just curious to see if the water was nice," Qingyi replied with a serene smile, sitting down beside her.

A soft, amused chuckle escaped the demoness’s lips. "Why? Don’t tell me you—"

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. Qingyi’s fingers had already found her slender waist, gripping her firmly.

The next moment, she found herself sinking into the water.

The warm liquid swallowed her voluptuous body, heated by the springs that bubbled up from the depths of the mountain, and a small cry of surprise escaped her lips before the water muffled it.

She clung tightly to Qingyi’s broad shoulders, her kimono sliding down further with the sudden jolt.

For a brief moment, a pair of pink, puffy nipples brushed against his hard chest before his grip on her waist pulled her even closer.

Her full breasts crushed against his sculpted chest, the soft flesh molding to fit every plane of him. Her nipples hardened instantly at the contact of warm skin against even warmer skin, twin points of pressure lost in the plush crush of her huge tits.

Finally, the two of them resurfaced in the middle of the sky-blue water, both soaked, their breaths mingling, their faces separated by only a few centimeters.

"A little payback for trying to toy with my senses," Qingyi said softly, watching with a smile the expression of pure disbelief etched on the face of the woman in his arms.

In the end, she could only laugh.

"You’re strange, you know? Doing that to a woman you’ve just met..." she purred, brushing aside a wet strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

The black and red strands of her long hair drifted in the water like spilled paint.

"You’re the one who’s been going around telling your subordinates that I’m your husband," Qingyi retorted playfully.

"Well... I’m guilty of that." She let out a mischievous giggle. "But still, do you know how much older I am than you? You should show a little more respect..."

"I don’t even know your name."

"Oh... of course." The woman smiled at herself, a playful gleam flashing through her scarlet eyes. "My real name is Akane Kurotsuki... You’re Long Qingyi, right? You’re just like me, aren’t you?"

She leaned toward him, her face coming close to his, watching him with renewed interest.

"Like... you?"

"Yes... a transmigrator! Haven’t you met others? From earth?" Akane asked, without taking her eyes off his for a single moment.

"Wait... are you from Earth?" His eyes filled with confusion and genuine shock. "How..."

"I don’t know... On earth, i was hit by a truck, and when I woke up—countless eras ago—I was in the body of a child: the Primordial Demon Empress."

"It was around that time that I received the prophecy about you and decided to remain pure all this time—all for my promised husband, you."

Qingyi barely registered the last few words.

How could that be possible?

He had been living in 2020 when he was reincarnated, and given the time that had passed since then, it should be close to 2040 on Earth.

Millions of years had passed since Akane’s transmigration, and yet, she was clearly a modern Japanese woman.

"Don’t dwell too much on the temporal distortion between Earth and this plane. I’ve already met dozens of other transmigrants—some from the year 2060, others from the 1500s—but they all transmigrated after me."

"The flow of time on Earth seems to be something strange, separate from the flow here," Akane explained, her touch on his shoulders growing slightly firmer, her sharp nails gliding slowly across his wet skin.

"Can we get out of the water now? I think we have a lot to talk about..." she asked, and Qingyi nodded with a thoughtful sigh.

He had expected many things from this encounter, but this was definitely not one of them.

His body rose from the water in a single smooth motion, floating through the humid air until he landed once more on the wooden deck, where he sat with his legs slightly bent.

Akane didn’t hesitate for even an instant. She settled sideways onto his lap, her soft, warm thighs draping over his own as she snuggled against his bare chest like a sleepy cat.

She pressed both palms flat against his defined muscles, rubbing her face against his sternum with a soft purr of satisfaction, as if she were marking her territory.

Her tongue slipped between her lips, and she gave a gentle lick to his water-salty skin.

Her red eyes glinted the next instant. "You taste good, Qingyi-chan... If you disappoint me as a husband, I’ll drink all your blood, okay? But if you don’t disappoint me..."

She rose up on his lap, propping herself on her knees, the movement bringing her huge, pale tits perfectly in line with Qingyi’s face.

The soft, heavy globes bounced gently as they settled into position, glistening with warm beads of water, her puffy nipples hovering just a breath from his lips.

"I’m going to smother you with these for the rest of your life! What do you think, Qingyi-chan? It’s a good deal, isn’t it? I know it is, hehehe~ Akane-sama is a genius of good deals!"

Qingyi could only stare at the woman in disbelief.

Was that woman really the Primordial Demon Empress? Had he gone to the wrong cave?

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