The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 723 - We take v-very good care of our men!
The young goose froze upon hearing those words, his delicately featured face contorting into a strange expression, torn between fear and frustration.
He didn’t want to simply accept Qingyi’s entry without making things at least a little difficult for him.
Struggling against the crushing weight in his chest and the brutal pressure of Bai Yunxi’s murderous intent, he forced the words out of his tight throat.
“Y-young lady, I—”
“Do I need to repeat what I’ll do to you if you don’t get the hell out of my way?” Yunxi growled once more.
Finally, with clenched teeth and sweat trickling down his forehead, the young man took a shaky step to the side, making way for Yunxi.
“It’s good that you know your place…” she said, a dark smile curving her lips. “But still, for delaying my future husband, you need a little punishment, don’t you think?”
“What are you—?”
The young goose couldn’t finish his sentence.
His eyes widened, his knees buckled beneath him, and a shrill scream of pure pain tore from his lips, echoing through the stone corridor.
Looking down, he saw the bones of both his arms twisted grotesquely, each broken in at least ten different places, sharp angles bulging unnaturally beneath the skin.
It was a common injury, caused solely by brute force, and one that could be easily healed.
Still, the pain was no simple matter to endure for someone unaccustomed to it.
Watching the scene unfold, Qingyi let out a discreet sigh.
Not everyone was a maniac capable of enduring all kinds of pain in the name of cultivation like him.
With an icy glare, Bai Yunxi turned to the guards stationed around her.
“Get that little bitch out of my sight. If I see that excuse for a man still here when I return…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, since she didn’t think it necessary.
The guards at her father’s palace knew her well. They were also aware that even they would end up in a sticky situation if they defied her, despite being far more powerful than she was.
With a firm shove, Yunxi pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, letting it slam shut behind her with a sharp crack that echoed off the stone walls.
Now alone in the wide corridor, Qingyi could no longer fight the impulse. His right hand shot out, palm wide, landing squarely on the beautiful tigress’s plump ass.
He didn’t put much force into the movement, but a sharp, clean smack still rang through the corridor as his palm met those round, perfect buttocks.
A soft ripple rolled through the supple flesh, her cheek trembling lazily beneath his hand before settling back into place.
His fingers didn’t retreat after the strike. They sank into the warm, plush softness, kneading and squeezing with possessive confidence as a smile curved his lips.
“I like strong women. I’m glad to know that my future wife is so ruthless…”
Honestly, if it had been him, and in a bad mood, that goose would have been in a much worse situation.
Still, he approved of the way Bai Yunxi had handled it.
The beautiful tigress froze for an instant, a soft moan escaping her parted lips as a deep red washed over her face, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.
Feeling the pressure of his fingers deepen, his hand kneading slowly into the plush curve of her ass, she gasped once more and took a shaky step forward, her legs wavering slightly beneath her.
“I-it’s only natural!” she declared in a trembling voice, trying to maintain some composure. “We, the women of the beastfolk, take v-very good care of our men!”
“Hm… cute.” Qingyi smiled, stroking her hair, which fell over her shoulders like a lion’s mane, silky and voluminous.
She was truly adorable.
Both her appearance and her ability to be so ruthless one moment, only to melt like a frightened, blushing hamster the next, filled his heart with warmth.
He was already looking forward to having her in his bed alongside Rou’er, competing with Nianxue, Linyue, and Xueyao for the title of most adorable wife.
The voluptuous little fox still held a considerable lead, with Nianxue and Rou’er vying for second place, but Bai Yunxi was already catching up.
“Y-you’re cute too… I mean, handsome,” Bai Yunxi stammered, stumbling for a moment before taking a deep breath to steady her aura, finally regaining her composure.
Qingyi walked side by side with her through the wide corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly off the carved stone, until they reached the throne room of the leader of the Myriad Beasts Sect.
Inside, Qingyi saw many familiar faces.
His beautiful adoptive mother, Rouxi, and his lovely fiancée, Rou’er, were gathered alongside several elders from the Cosmic Dawn Sect and various other sects, all assembled together with Bai Hu Lie and his father.
Upon noticing Qingyi’s arrival, the two women immediately fixed their eyes on him.
Rou’er waved her hand excitedly, her smile shining like the sun, while Rouxi flashed a tender smile, her eyes softening at being reunited with her adopted son.
Qingyi returned the smile, but his face soon hardened.
In a prominent position stood the two envoys from the central region.
The first was, obviously, the one Bai Hu Lie had mentioned as having a face that was quite punchable.
He was a handsome, tall, and visibly arrogant young man.
But what truly irritated Qingyi was his smug smile, so exaggerated it bordered on the disgusting, distorting his entire facial expression.
In fact, a single glance was enough for Qingyi to feel an intense urge to wipe that smile off his face with a well-aimed punch.
Qingyi’s eyes soon fell on the young dragon beside him.
It was a white dragon, almost as tall as Qingyi, with a beauty clearly inferior to that of his companion, but still capable of drawing sighs.
His white horns glowed with a soft, angelic light, while his eyes, much like his friend’s, did not stray from the beauty of Rou’er and Rouxi for even a brief moment.
That, naturally, irritated Qingyi.
His hands slid down to Yunxi’s delicate hips, fingers settling firmly into the soft curve of her waist, and she shuddered at the unexpected touch, a faint tremor running through her body.
“Let’s go see my foster mother and Rou’er first. They must be missing us.”
Qingyi ignored all the stares in the room as he approached Rou’er and Rouxi.
Arriving in front of them, he released Bai Yunxi and stepped forward, his hands gliding to the hips of the two beauties.
His fingers traced Rou’er’s slender, delicate curves before settling into Rouxi’s far more voluptuous form, savoring the contrast between his fiancée’s youthful slimness and his adoptive mother’s ripe, mature figure.
He admired them for a brief moment before pulling them into a tight embrace, holding Rou’er as a husband should hold his wife, and holding Rouxi in a way no adopted son should ever hold his adoptive mother.
“Adoptive mother, Rou’er, I missed you,” he said, pulling them closer, feeling the warmth of their bodies pressing against him.
He was marking his territory.
