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Chapter 954 - There's no need to rush
[Sorry, but just two more days and we'll be back to the normal release rate. I'm moving on the 11th and have been really busy with the new house. But it's almost done.]
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The Celestial Spear, Tianjin's largest spacecraft, was, naturally, a colossus.
Docked on the ground, its silhouette dominated the view for thousands of kilometers, towering over many of the surrounding mountains.
Its highest point reached five kilometers, and its hull stretched seventy kilometers in length.
Each of the four main engines, on its own, was the size of a mountain.
And each of the more than one hundred secondary engines was larger than an entire building.
The main cannon was over twenty kilometers long, and the secondary cannons—thousands of them—each had a caliber of over 5,000 mm.
It carried a crew of over twenty million workers and had room for two hundred million passengers, a number that could reach five hundred million in emergencies.
A masterpiece of engineering, both in beauty and power.
It had a hundred boarding points in total. Even so, getting more than fifty million young people aboard took a long time—it required more than twenty Celestial Emperors, hundreds of elders, and a million guards just to organize the entire operation.
Qingyi skipped all that, using his spatial ability to teleport directly into the ship with Mingzhu by his side.
The two appeared in the luxurious room reserved for him, which was essentially a small residence designed for Celestial Emperors.
The place had a simulated atmosphere system, a lake with fish swimming lazily beneath the surface, and top-of-the-line gravity control.
The air was fresh, carrying a faint scent of water and grass, and nothing there reminded them that they were inside a spaceship.
During the teleportation, Qingyi needed to maintain contact with Mingzhu.
Well, technically he didn't really need to, but why not?
So when the two of them materialized side by side, his hand was already resting on that slender, delicate waist, his fingers spread wide, feeling the narrow curve through the fabric of her dress.
Mingzhu felt the warmth of his palm seeping through her clothes and blushed, but she didn't pull away.
"Where's Rou'er?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "Everything happened so fast in the Immortal Celestial Capital that we barely had time to talk."
"Hm… I can call her if you'd like," Qingyi said, shrugging.
He contacted Ruxue, and a few moments later, the air in the middle of the room trembled slightly. Rou'er appeared there.
She was as beautiful as ever, her short, pink hair carefully combed, her face full of sweetness, and her eyes—one purple, the other pink—sparkling with excitement.
She was wearing casual clothes.
A shirt that hugged her flat chest and delicate waist, paired with a white skirt that was far too short, barely covering the lower curves of her plump buttocks.
All she had to do was shift her weight for the hem to ride up, flashing a glimpse of that pale, soft flesh before it fluttered back into place.
Her thighs were exposed—thick and plump—and her tight knee-high stockings dug into her skin, making the flesh bulge out over the edge in a plush sensual mound that Qingyi loved to squeeze.
As soon as she appeared, Rou'er turned her face toward Ma Mingzhu, a mischievous smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Big Sis Mingzhu, it's so good to have you here! Are you ready to lose your virginity to your hubby? Don't worry, his dick is big, but he'll be gentle!" Rou'er spoke as naturally as could be, without a trace of shame on her face.
Mingzhu froze for a moment. Then her entire face flushed, from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
"N-no, I-I… I-I…"
She clenched her teeth and crossed her arms, the gesture unintentionally pushing her breasts up against her neckline.
"R-Rou'er… that's not the kind of thing you can just say so casually. We aren't even married yet and… well…"
She looked to Qingyi for help, but his eyes were fixed on her breasts. Large, heavy, and luscious, they were squeezed into the neckline, straining against the fabric as they rose and fell with each nervous breath.
Mingzhu opened her mouth for a moment, but closed it the next.
She spun around, turning her back on Qingyi, her full breasts swaying with the sudden movement. But before she'd even finished turning, she felt warmth behind her.
To her surprise, he was already pressed against her back, his firm chest resting against her shoulder blades and his hot breath brushing the nape of her neck.
His hands slid around to the front of her delicate torso, palms gliding slowly up her flat stomach, feeling its softness through the thin fabric, until his fingers hooked into the edge of her sensual neckline.
And they pulled.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room, followed by a sweet, soft squeal from Mingzhu.
Her large, heavy breasts sprang free from the torn neckline. Released from the tight fabric all at once, they lunged upward, then fell back down heavily, still quivering as Qingyi's hands cupped them from below and squeezed them firmly together.
His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, and her pale skin swelled out between them in full, warm curves that overflowed his grip.
Her pink nipples hardened under the pressure, poking stiff and sensitive against his palms.
They weren't the largest breasts in Ethan's harem, but they were more than enough to fill his hands, with plenty left over to spill past it.
"I-I~ ah~ Q-Qingyi..." Mingzhu closed her eyes tightly, her legs going wobbly beneath her.
She turned her face toward him, perhaps to complain, but his lips claimed hers before any words could escape.
A passionate, deep kiss—his tongue invading her mouth while his hands kept kneading her breasts unhurriedly, his thumb rolling a hard nipple back and forth.
A muffled whimper vibrated against his lips as her body slowly went soft, melting back into his chest.
"Ah~" When their lips parted, a thin thread of saliva stretched between their mouths for a moment before snapping.
Qingyi laughed softly and released her breasts.
They dropped, swinging in slow, heavy arcs from side to side until they settled against her chest, the nipples still stiff.
"I'm just marking my territory."
He gave Mingzhu's shapely butt a hard slap.
His palm cracked loudly against one cheek through the thin dress. The plump flesh flattened under the blow, then rebounded in a ripple that rolled across to the other cheek before dying out, leaving a burning heat spreading beneath the fabric.
Her hips jerked forward, and a moan escaped her, half surprise, half pleasure.
"There's no need to rush. As soon as we're done with the war, we can have a serious talk about this and set a date for our wedding."
Mingzhu nodded, blushing all the way down to her neck, her arms crossed over her chest as she tried to hold what was left of her dress in place. It didn't help much.
Her breasts were simply too big, and the top of her cleavage kept peeking out above her forearms.
She looked like a cornered, shy cat.
Her eyes fell on Rou'er, who had watched the whole thing with a wicked little grin, barely holding back her laughter as she rocked from side to side, making her short skirt flutter around her thick thighs and flash the undercurve of her plump ass.
Mingzhu didn't know if she'd be able to endure this trip.