The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System-Chapter 35 - Mo Feixue (05) R18

"Ah..." Mo Feixue exhaled melancholically.

She was sitting in a soft armchair on her luxurious room, her small, delicate figure illuminated only by a few candles.

Her beautiful red eyes fluttered slightly as she sipped her wine.

She was no longer wearing her wedding dress; her body was now covered in a white nightgown, the fabric so thin that it revealed her pink nipples and the curve of her plump pussy under her clothes.

Her gaze swept across the room, settling on the young man snoring like a pig. young Master Yang.

She was excited, believing that she would finally lose her chastity and be able to start her life as the wife of a rich and loving young master.

But there she was, drinking alone while he lay passed out, a bride whose husband hadn’t even had the strength to consummate his own marriage.

Standing up, she observed the manhood between his legs. It was small, barely bigger than her little finger.

Gritting her teeth in disgust, she threw the sheets over him, covering him completely.

It was embarrassing just to look at it.

What had he done to deserve that? Why not a man like Qingyi?

She let her body fall back against the armchair again, remembering that cock sliding between her thighs and her pussy, her body shuddering at every touch.

Her fingers slowly descended, sinking into her moist slit and reaching the pink interior.

No matter how hard she tried to touch herself, she just couldn’t get that feeling back; nothing was like his touch.

"Thinking of someone?" A sweet, masculine voice reached her, but she ignored it, recognizing that voice.

She had seen him talking to Tianran during the ceremony, but it was obvious that this was just her mind playing tricks.

Then Feixue heard footsteps. Her eyes suddenly opened, staring at the figure in front of her.

A beautiful man, the most beautiful she had ever seen in her life, in his pure and immaculate robes, smiling softly at her.

"What are you doing here? My husband’s going to wake up!" Her eyes widened and she ran over to Long Qingyi, pushing him towards the window.

"That one over there? He looks like he’s been run over by an ox, he’s not going to wake up any time soon." Qingyi laughed, sliding his hands around her.

"Ugh... we can’t do that. You know what happens if they find me? You have to leave!" She spoke anxiously, her body shuddering at his touch.

"Are you sure?" Qingyi moved his hands, his finger sliding across her wet pussy. A raunchy moan escaped her lips as she squirmed, clutching his arm.

Her breathing was already ragged as she glanced at Young Master Yang, who was sleeping like a baby.

"This may be our last chance to meet, and I still have to finish what I started with you in that carriage." He smiled, his finger sinking a little deeper into her wet pussy, a puddle of liquid forming on the floor beneath them.

Feixue moaned, her body trembling as she bit her low lip.

In the end, she just knelt, grabbing Qingyi’s pants and pulling them down.

The next moment, a long, hot, throbbing cock slipped out of its bonds, hitting her face with a wet slap.

She hesitated for a brief moment, but raised her small, delicate hands.

Her tongue ran up the length, enjoying the salty nectar until it reached the tip.

Yes, that was what a real man should be like: large, imposing and powerful.

Not like her husband’s. How could he be arrogant when between his legs was a worm and not a dragon?

Qingyi just let her work, feeling the delicate, soft skin of her tongue run over his member.

Slowly, she opened her mouth, letting his entire length slide inside. Just the tip was enough to make her choke, but she didn’t stop.

Holding onto Qingyi’s knees, she continued to push harder, the head of the member making its way into her tight throat until her lips found the base.

Qingyi couldn’t help but glance briefly at Feixue’s status.

’Elastic throat’, he read the line mentally, feeling his member wrapped around her tight, wet mouth.

Feiyan had to practice a lot to be able to do that on him, but for Feixue, it felt as natural as breathing.

’Let’s see how much she can take,’ he smiled as he moved his hands.

"Guknh~" Feixue choked as she felt Qingyi’s strong hands grab her hair.

Her eyes watered and bubbles of saliva accumulated on her lips as she tried to breathe despite the huge cock that entrapped her.

Without asking permission, Qingyi pulled her even further towards him, reaching her maximum depths before pulling back his hips and repeating the movement.

"Gluk... gluk... mhnn~" Wet sounds filled the room as her throat was repeatedly invaded, tears streaming down her delicate face.

Her once delicate pink lips were now red and swollen, covered in saliva that ran down her chin and stained her transparent nightgown.

"Your husband is doomed with a little slut like you as his wife, you know?" Qingyi couldn’t help laughing.

Feixue couldn’t answer, not with that huge, throbbing member in her mouth, but her red eyes shone with desire.

Qingyi shuddered slightly with a tingle at the tip, feeling every contraction of her throat, every flick of her desperate tongue against the underside of his member.

Something was coming.

"Swallow it all," he ordered, holding her tighter, his hips accelerating as he thrust into her mouth.

"Mmhh... MHHH!" Feixue gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the first hot spurt hit her throat.

Qingyi let out a low groan, his body tense as he poured his cum directly into her throat.

"Glurp... glurp..." Feixue swallowed desperately, but it was too much.

The hot, thick seed overflowed the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her exposed flat chest and through her thin white clothes.

When it was finally over, Qingyi withdrew his member, still stiff and throbbing. One last jet hit Feixue’s face, the white, thick liquid dripping down her pale, perfect skin.

"Haah... haah..." She breathed heavily, her face a mess of tears, saliva and fluids. Her swollen lips trembled as she tried to catch her breath.

Qingyi paused for a moment, enjoying the beautiful sight.

His Lust points had already reached 700, mostly from the bonus of turning Young Master Yang into a cuckold.

This was going to be much more lucrative than he had thought.

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