Chapter 241: 241 - M-miss spirit... w-what are you doing?

Xueyao’s voluptuous body collapsed completely onto Qingyi, her head resting on his powerful chest as her huge breasts squeezed against his toned abdomen.

Her extended tail also relaxed, wrapping itself around Qingyi’s legs, the soft fur tickling against his skin.

Of course, that sex wasn’t enough to make Xueyao exhausted, it was just a catalyst.

She hadn’t slept for months and now, feeling Qingyi’s masculine hands embrace her delicate back, she relaxed completely.

"Are you tired already?" Qingyi asked, stroking her snowy hair, running his fingers through her big, fuzzy ears.

It was comfortable, as was the skin of her tail, no less soft than her breasts.

Xueyao didn’t answer - it wasn’t necessary.

She just snuggled further into Qingyi’s arms, closing her eyes, her breathing soon becoming slow and soft.

"I probably know where she comes from," Ruxue’s voice echoed in Qingyi’s mind and she soon appeared beside him, taking a seat next to the bed.

"There’s a realm in the far east of the immortal heaven, the heavenly beast realm, she’s probably from that place."

"I see..." Qingyi looked at the horizon, beyond the cracked windows and dead trees of that temple.

Honestly, there was no point in thinking about that now, he had sooner problems to solve.

Taking care not to wake Xueyao, he picked up the heaven-defying thunder sword, looking at the beautiful blade.

It was smoother than before, many of the small cracks running through its steel having been completely erased, the soft thunder patterns becoming even more intense.

Looking at its information screem, he smiled.

Finally, a mortal-grade weapon.

"Any changes in the world of the mind?" he asked.

"Yes, this fragment had some formations that stabilized it without my interference.

The use of Qi crystals should be much more efficient and I should even be able to expand it a bit more.

Besides, those who can enter here are no longer limited by their cultivation realm."

Qingyi’s eyes lit up when he heard those words, especially the last part.

Since he always had to go after women stronger than him to farm lust points, not being able to simply take them into his world of the mind was certainly an inconvenience.

With a soft sigh, he focused his eyes on his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 19

Cultivation: Second Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm (600,000 lust points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning 98 - Sword: 97 - Charm: 1000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)

Spiritual roots: Mortal-level three-colored spirit root (Lightning sword, fire, ice) (1,000,000 lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Mythical grade, 10,000,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Mythical grade, 10,000,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 9,653,093]

He was feeling rich, richer than ever.

And that was the profit from a single fuck with her... how big would his fortune be if they fucked all night, non-stop?

He was worried that Tang Biyue wouldn’t be able to provide enough lust points for him to reach the realm of transcendence and evolve his lineage to mortal grade quickly, something necessary if he was to fight the leader of the demon cult one day.

But with Xueyao, that worry was wiped from Qingyi’s mind.

Whether it was dual cultivation or gaining lust points, there would no longer be any difficulties for him.

After a moment’s reflection, Qingyi just pulled Ruxue into his embrace too, her huge breasts enveloping one side of his rips in a soft, heavy embrace while Xueyao’s breasts warmed the other.

That was a sea of incomparable softness that few men would ever have the chance to experience, least of all having the ability not to drown in it.

After a long and comfortable sleep, Xueyao’s beautiful blue eyes finally opened, a sweet yawn escaping her lips as she sat up in bed.

"Awake, little fox?" Ruxue’s mature, sensual voice entered Xueyao’s attentive ears, and she immediately shivered, her snowy hair standing on end.

The next moment, she felt a soft embrace, Ruxue’s huge breasts squeezing obscenely against hers, the spiritual beauty’s skillful and delicate hands stroking her hair as if she were stroking a pet’s fur.

"M-miss spirit... w-what are you doing?" Xueyao stammered, unable to contain the excited wagging of her tail.

"Just taking a look at the husband’s new wife... that womanizing scoundrel really doesn’t forgive anyone... not even something as cute as that,"

Ruxue purred, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Qingyi, who was just watching the show of the two voluptuous bodies rubbing up against each other.

Apparently, he could still earn a few more lust points before finally returning to the orthodox alliance.

Standing on the bed, Qingyi approached the kneeling girls, aligning his cock with the deep, sensual valley between their tits, using the sweat from their milky, creamy skins as lubricant.

The sensation was nothing short of heavenly, a hot, obscene tightness embracing his cock as it slid between the pale peaks.

Qingyi soon began pumping, the masses of flesh rippling like violent seas with each thrust, the tip of his cock emerging on the other side as his lap hit the soft skin.

The two beauties just gave in, hugging each other even tighter, increasing the pressure of their breasts against Qingyi’s cock, feeling their nipples rub against each other.

It wasn’t long before that squeeze paid off and a grunt escaped Qingyi’s lips, his cock spurting an explosion of cum between their breasts, bathing them in his cum.

The hot, viscous liquid leaked everywhere, up, down and around, oozing down the massive pale mountains.

When they finally separated, long strands of cum connected them, covering their jade skin like a warm, pearly film.

Qingyi just watched with satisfaction as he lined his cock up with both of their mouths, feeling their tongues slide down his length, stopping only when he was completely clean.

After that, they flowed into each other’s breasts, their eager tongues not wasting a single drop of their husband’s seed.