The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 884: 884 - Large, pale, round, full, and perfect reservoirs of Qi!

[NT: The artwork for the two new girls will be available tomorrow.]

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"M-my sister? Wait... why do you smell like Ruxue? And that aura... you’re...!"

The sword shuddered, the flame crowning her hilt flickering wildly, her voice laced with pure shock.

"I am Long Qingyi, Dian Ruxue’s husband, and I’ve come to save your master." Qingyi spoke calmly, watching as a thin thread of fire Qi seeped from the sword’s hilt, slowly condensing into a distinctly humanoid silhouette.

His eyes glowed softly, tracking every detail of the manifestation taking shape before him.

First came the hair—vibrant red, billowing through the air like living flames, each strand dancing as if possessed of a will of its own.

Then came the skin—pale, but nothing like the cold, snowy white of Ruxue’s complexion. It was a warm, reddish, sensual pale, like embers glowing faintly beneath a thin layer of milk.

Her lips were a deep crimson, full and slightly parted, while her eyes shone like two twin torches—beautiful, gentle, and fiery all at once.

Her curves were in no way inferior to her sister’s.

Huge, heavy tits wobbled gently as she took form, swaying with the natural weight of their soft, supple flesh. Her waist was incomparably slender, tapering to an almost unrealistic narrowness before flaring outward into wide hips and thick, plump thighs, pressed together in a fleshy, appetizing line.

She floated a few meters above the ground while Qingyi’s gaze slowly scanned every inch of her body.

That was Dian Huoyue—Ruxue’s sister.

"You forgot your clothes..." Qingyi remarked, his eyes gliding from that plump, puffy pussy—virgin and untouched, its chubby lips pressed together in a tight, perfect groove—up to her fiery red nipples, exposed shamelessly into the air atop those large, heavy breasts.

For a moment, the fire spirit’s expression—previously full of suspicion—froze.

She looked down, following the direction of his gaze, and the suspicion in her face melted into pure terror.

Her face flushed a red even deeper than her own hair before she let out a high-pitched scream and vanished in the blink of an eye, retreating back into the sword in a flash of scarlet light.

"P-pervert! You’re not an orthodox cultivator! You should at least have turned your face away as a sign of respect!"

Dian Huoyue’s trembling voice echoed from within the blade, drawing a low chuckle from Qingyi.

"And why do you smell like Sister Ruxue? How could she possibly get married? She would never force the master into something like that!" Dian Huoyue continued, her voice growing more tremulous by the second.

Their master used to tease the two of them about marriage.

Ruxue and Dian Huoyue had always declared that they would only marry a man worthy of their master, and the master, in turn, had said she would only accept someone worthy of one of them.

It was all a joke, of course. They were just spirits, and neither of them had ever actually planned to marry.

But if Ruxue had given herself to that human... didn’t that mean...

Dian Huoyue’s mind filled with horror.

"Ah... it’s all right. When you go to meet your sister, she’ll explain everything to you... for now, we have to focus on your master," Qingyi said, his tone growing more serious as he approached the jade coffin once again.

A few moments later, a new wisp of flame escaped from within the sword, curling through the air before condensing once more into a female form.

This time, she was dressed.

Her body was wrapped in a dress that blended red and white, the fabric plunging deep between her massive tits and baring a sensual cleavage.

Her legs peeked through a horizontal slit along the skirt, and white stockings climbed up the length of her thick thighs, clinging tightly to her soft skin and forcing a plump, squishy mound of flesh to bulge just above the elastic—a tempting cushion, seemingly molded for Qingyi’s hands to squeeze.

"W-what do you plan to do with her? The mistress is dead!" Dian Huoyue said, drifting over to stand beside Qingyi.

She leaned in close, her nose sniffing delicately near his neck, her heavy tits pressing involuntarily against the young dragon’s arm.

It was, in fact, her sister’s scent and aura.

"I have a technique capable of resurrecting your master. Since her soul is still here, it won’t be difficult at all," Qingyi declared, with a calm composure. "Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art. You must already be familiar with it."

Even with the difference in cultivation realms, all he needed to do was return the soul of the divine sword fairy back to her body.

For others, considering the master’s current state, it would be a terribly challenging task. But for Qingyi?

Even with the cultivation gap, this would be simple compared to resurrecting someone with only their body left.

First and foremost, he just needed to recover his Qi.

Fortunately, not only was he standing in a place saturated with extremely pure Qi, but he also had, right in front of him, some massive reserves of Qi well within his reach...

Qingyi’s eyes slowly settled on Dian Huoyue’s tits, and she shuddered.

The moment she heard the name "Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art," Dian Huoyue’s eyes widened.

Her knowledge of that cultivation technique was minimal, but even so, she was well aware of the miracles attributed to it.

Observing Qingyi’s confident face and recalling that he was the one who had rescued them both from the Heavenly Demon’s clutches, Dian Huoyue could not bring herself to doubt him.

Still, when she noticed Qingyi’s eyes fixed on her breasts, a fresh shiver rippled down her spine, sending her full tits into a soft, trembling wobble within her neckline.

Her hands instinctively rose to the front of her torso, cupping her own breasts. Her forearms sank into the soft, pale flesh of her cleavage, pushing the twin mounds upward and carving an even deeper valley between them.

"P-pervert... what are you looking at..."

"After healing your master, I’ll be exhausted and will need to replenish my Qi. And luckily, you have the perfect reserves of Qi..." Qingyi said, his eyes gleaming.

"W-what?"