The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 919 - Dao of the Great Pervert

For a moment, Qingyi and Yuehan stayed like that, still connected.

Neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.

He was still buried deep inside her, feeling that tight pussy around his cock. Her slick walls clenched, as if her body were still trying to milk every last drop he had to give.

Part of him wanted to keep fucking her, to flip her over and start all over again. But one glance was enough to tell him that the beautiful Divine Sword Fairy was already completely exhausted.

Yuehan was slumped over the pillows, her arms limp at her sides, her thighs trembling from the effort of keeping her hips raised for him.

A low chuckle escaped Qingyi's lips. He raised his hand and brought a firm slap down on that plump, upturned ass.

The sharp crack echoed through the room.

His palm sank into the soft cheek, the plump flesh flattening under the blow and swallowing his fingers for an instant before it sprang back.

A ripple spread out from where he'd struck, rolling across that cheek and shivering into the other, her whole ass quivering before it finally went still.

A pink handprint slowly bloomed across her pale skin.

Yuehan let out a muffled moan into the pillow, her hips jerking forward, then trembling as the sting spread through her.

"You know…" he said in a playful tone, his hand now caressing the reddened spot. He squeezed the marked cheek, the soft flesh bunching up around his fingers, the heat of her stung skin warm against his palm.

"Ruxue drained me so much the first time we did it that I could barely walk afterwards…"

Gripping the base of his cock, he began to slowly pull out of that tight, soaking wet pussy, still filled to the brim with his semen.

Her pale, swollen lips clung to his shaft the whole way, dragging along his length until the very last centimeter, as if reluctant to let him go.

When the fat head finally slipped free with a wet pop, a thick strand of semen spilled out, sliding down her inner thigh and onto the sheet.

She groaned into the pillows at the feeling, her cheeks flushing a vibrant red.

With nothing left holding her up, she let her raised hips fall to the side.

Her full ass met the mattress with a muffled thud, both cheeks wobbling heavily from the drop before finally coming to rest.

With effort, Yuehan rolled onto her back, still clutching the pillow to her face. Her breasts swayed with the motion, settling on her chest with a gentle bounce.

Slowly, she lowered the pillow just enough to reveal her eyes.

Her gaze wandered from Qingyi's face down to his cock—still half-hard, large, pale, and veiny, glistening with the mixture of their fluids.

Just looking at it made her feel a twinge between her legs.

How on earth had something that big fit inside her?

She didn't know, but well… that didn't matter now, did it?

Qingyi shook his head at her silence and carefully lay down beside her, the mattress sinking under his weight.

Yuehan was completely naked. The dress he'd torn off her in the middle of sex lay discarded in some corner of the room, forgotten.

Her breasts, the perfect size to fill Qingyi's hands, sat proudly on that delicate torso.

She was so slim that her ribs were faintly visible beneath her skin, and her toned stomach dipped in a sensual curve below her chest.

She was, without a doubt, the perfect example of fat choosing to settle only in the right places.

A slim, shapely belly. Full but not exaggerated breasts, round as melons. And an ass and thighs that seemed to have stolen everything that should have gone to the rest of her body.

It was hard not to admire her. From her pink, still-hard nipples to her shapely thighs, all the way down to the cleft of Venus that formed that perfect, plump, puffy pussy—the swollen, pale lips now smeared with Qingyi's semen.

He let his left-hand fall onto one of those firm, full breasts.

The skin was warm and soft, still damp with sweat, and the mound filled his palm completely, its weight settling into his hand.

If he were on Earth, he'd probably swear they were implants. They were too perfect to be real.

His fingers closed around the firm mound, the soft flesh swelling up between them as he squeezed.

The breast molded itself to his grip as if it had been tailor-made for his hand.

He massaged it gently, in slow circles, the flesh shifting under his palm, the pink nipple poking out between his index and middle fingers, hard and pointed.

Yuehan moaned softly, her legs closing on instinct, her thick thighs pressing and rubbing together, smearing the sticky wetness between them even further.

"Hm…" She pouted, turning her face toward him, her cheeks still flushed. "You're way too naughty… won't this affect your Dao path?" she asked, her voice low and slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

"Especially with war approaching… we'd be terribly judged if anyone found out we're indulging in pleasure instead of cultivating."

"No, I follow the Dao of the Great Pervert! Being naughty only makes my cultivation go faster," Qingyi teased, giving her breast a firmer squeeze that made the nipple jut out even more between his knuckles.

"G-Great Pervert?" she stammered. Then she furrowed her brow, focusing her mind.

She had read many books over the years and knew a great deal. She searched her memory, looking for any mention of this so-called path.

After a moment's thought, she declared indignantly, "That doesn't even exist!" She gave his wrist a weak tap, lacking the strength to actually push him away.

Qingyi burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking.

Honestly, he didn't have a defined Dao path.

His cultivation was far too unique for that.

First of all, his fighting style was based primarily on brute force, something that wasn't common among cultivators of his level.