The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 778 - A Wedding to Remember (03)

"Very well!" The old priest let out a gentle chuckle, bringing his wrinkled finger to Qingyi's forehead and placing a single drop of liquor there.Although it appeared to be just ordinary spiritual liquor, the liquid was, in truth, the divine sap of the Tree of a Thousand Beasts—a treasure of incalculable value.

The moment the drop touched Qingyi's forehead—one for each of the four present—the priest parted his thin lips, letting out a soft, melodious chant.

To the rhythm of that melody, the small orbs of light shining on the foreheads of the four glowed with even greater intensity, pulsing like tiny suns.

They drifted a few meters into the air, merging into a single golden glow before dissipating in a gentle explosion that scattered fragments of radiant light across every corner of the hall.

That was the blessing of the beast people.

It took only a single moment for Qingyi to feel his cultivation shift slightly—undoubtedly stronger than before.

He ignored the sensation, simply waiting until, at last, the priest declared:

"You may kiss the brides."

Qingyi turned first toward Rou'er.

From within his robes, he withdrew an elegant ring adorned with a beautiful pink gem, taking her hands with the utmost tenderness.

Carefully, he slipped the ring onto her slender finger before leaning in to press a brief kiss to her lips.

Immediately afterward, he approached Yunxi, drawing out another similar ring, this one crowned with a gem as white as freshly fallen snow.

He placed it on her delicate finger and kissed her in the same manner.

Finally, he stopped before Xue Hua and repeated the process, sliding a crimson-gemmed ring onto her finger before claiming her lips.

With the sweet taste of the three beauties still lingering in his mouth, Qingyi felt deeply satisfied.

He then turned to the priest, who held the chalice of divine sap in his wrinkled hands.

"Long Qingyi, Xue Hua, Long Rou'er, and Bai Yunxi. I now pronounce you husband and wives!"

The moment those words echoed off the walls, the silence that had hung over the great hall was shattered.

Everyone rose at once, clapping enthusiastically, their excitement filling the entire room.

From the stellar sovereigns to Old Ling himself—a cosmic emperor—every soul present paid homage to the four, without exception.

Qingyi smiled, opening his arms to receive the embrace of the three women.

Yunxi took center stage, her full breasts pressing softly against his chest, the thin white fabric of her dress doing little to hide the warm softness that molded so easily to his body.

Xue Hua and Rou'er settled on either side, resting their faces against his strong, well-defined chest, sighing softly.

Qingyi simply stood there, wrapping his arms around the three of them.

It was a shame his other wives couldn't be there, but that was all right.

He wasn't yet ready to reveal them to the world. Not only because it was unnecessary, but because such a revelation would put their lives at too great a risk.

Only under the protection of Tianjin—Qianyao's father and the most powerful expert in the Celestial Realm—could he afford such a luxury.

For now, those who were not yet married to him could only watch the ceremony through his connection with Ruxue, eagerly awaiting their own special day.

Shaking his head to dispel such thoughts, Qingyi refocused on the ceremony.

Although they were already officially married and his greatest desire was to consummate the union as soon as possible, it wasn't time yet.

He still had to sit through several tedious ceremonies, accept endless gifts, and attend the banquet.

Exchanging quick glances with his wives, whose eyes already brimmed with impatience, Qingyi simply concentrated on what lay ahead.

He hated every second of it, of course.

He had to listen to empty compliments from senile old men, feign appreciation for each one, and accept their irrelevant gifts with a forced smile.

Then he still had to give a long speech at the banquet and eat dishes that weren't even a fraction as delicious as Elize's meals.

Only at the very end of it all was he finally able to break free.

The ceremony had begun at dusk, and by the time it finally ended, it was already midnight.

Soon, Qingyi found himself walking with his three wives toward the room reserved for them—one of the most luxurious suites in the entire palace.

The instant they stepped into the suite's beautiful and refined interior, the girls sighed in unison, their eyes drinking in the surroundings.

Rou'er and Xue Hua stepped aside, leaving only Yunxi at Qingyi's side.

He would take both Yunxi's and Rou'er's virginity that night, of course. But Yunxi was the only one of the three who had never even touched Qingyi's cock directly.

She deserved the first round with him.

"Q-Qingyi…" Yunxi called out softly, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

She felt his strong fingers slide the dress down her shoulders, the fabric whispering over her soft skin as it revealed, centimeter by centimeter, what lay hidden beneath.

Underneath, she wore elegant lingerie.

White thigh-high stockings climbed halfway up her plump thighs, their lace edges pressing softly into the supple flesh, leaving a sensual ridge where stocking met bare skin.

A sheer thong clung to the obscene curve formed between her wide hips and slender waist, the gossamer fabric outlining every detail of the mound between her legs, sinking deep between the plump lips that formed her cleft of Venus.

The rest of the humanoid tigress's skin—white as snow and crisscrossed by fine black stripes—was completely exposed.

Her full breasts swayed gently with each nervous breath, the puffy baby-pink nipples stiffening slowly in the cool air of the room, the soft mounds trembling at the smallest motion.

Qingyi stepped forward, his hands sliding around her slim waist before he pushed her firmly down onto the bed, her plump curves bouncing softly against the sheets.

His possessive fingers fell upon those full, white breasts, gripping them firmly and pressing them together.

The soft flesh molded between his digits, spilling over and around each one, his palms sinking deep into that intoxicating softness as the supple mounds quivered beneath his urgent grip, the baby-pink nipples poking through the gaps between his fingers.

Finally, it was time to take Yunxi's and Rou'er's purity.