"Q-Qingyi... what are you nghnn... doing?" Lingxue asked, her eyes filled with shock as Qingyi opened her dress, his lips immediately closing around one of her pink, soft nipples.
"Recovering my energy..." Qingyi replied, grabbing Lingxue’s huge tits with both hands and squeezing them, feeling the first spurt of that hot, creamy liquid invade his lips.
It was, in fact, the richest Qi milk he had ever felt in his entire life, his Qi reserves trembling as his body filled with power.
"Aghnn... is that milk?" Lingxue moaned as she felt Qingyi’s hands moving over her pale, huge breasts as if he were milking a cow.
It was good that his energy was recovering, but did he have to do it in such an inappropriate and embarrassing way?
She pressed her hands against Qingyi’s strong shoulders, but did not push him away.
Turning around, she faced Lanyin, whose face was flushed, watching in shock at how excitedly her matriarch’s fluffy tail was moving as that man touched her.
Was she not even going to resist?
"Uh... I didn’t think you two were that close, Matriarch... that explains a lot..." Lanyin turned her back, ready to leave.
Her elegant black dress clung to the protruding curve of her perfect butt, her plump orbs jiggling as she took a step away.
"Oh, you’re not going!" Lingxue cried out, extending a single hand. "Let’s help young master Qingyi with this together."
"Hey! Nghnn..." Lanyin moaned as she was pulled by the Matriarch’s powerful Qi, her neckline tearing open and her full, heavy bosoms swaying freely.
Before she could even complain, Qingyi was already on top of her, his lips closing around one of her nipples while his hands ran down the waists of the two beauties.
His hands reached their backs and moved down towards their asses.
*Clap!*
*Clap!*
Two loud, wet slaps echoed as Qingyi’s hands fell on those perfect cheeks, his fingers clenching around the voluptuous, wet flesh.
His lust points exploded, as did the two women’s lust, which was already over seventy percent.
"Ah..." His lips parted, Lanyin’s nipple escaping from his mouth with a soft, wet pop, pearly white milk trickling down the perfect, round orbs of her breasts.
With a smile, he glanced at his status screen.
Name: Long Qingyi
Age: 22
Cultivation: First Stage Of The Ancestral Emperor’s Realm (300T lust points to upgrade)
Mana Manipulation: Eleventh Ring (500T lust points to upgrade)
Affinities: Lightning: 6000 - Sword: 6000 - Fire: 6000 - Ice: 6000 – Space: 6000 – Light: 6000 – Shadow: 6000 - Charm: 6000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)
Spiritual roots: Astral-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow) (??? lust points to upgrade).
Spiritual roots²: None/Astral Level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (??? lust points to upgrade).
Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Ancestral grade, 500T lust points to upgrade.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Ancestral grade, 500T lust points to upgrade.)
Lust points: 747.3T
When he arrived at the beastmen land, he had already gathered another seven hundred trillion points just by having sex with his wives.
Now, he had almost seven hundred and fifty trillion. And he hadn’t even started fucking them for real.
Qingyi was already salivating as he thought about how many points he would earn.
He moved away slightly, and the two women’s breasts hit his chest, now bare and clean from the short time he had spent healing.
Lanyin’s snowy peaks competed for space with her Matriarch’s massive tits, obscenely squeezing against Qingyi and each other.
Qingyi admired them both with equal desire as his hands flowed over their perfect curves.
They were two unmatched experts of the fox people, one of the most sacred peoples among the beastmen.
But in his hands, they were just panting, wet beauties, their virgin pussies, fat and tight, already soaked, waiting for his cock.
"Ah... nghnn~~ are you really serious?" Lingxue asked.
Her eyes closed instinctively as she felt something grow in Qingyi’s pants, something long and thick.
"About what?"
"About aghnnn~~ taking us both as your wives... even if it’s for Xueyao..."
"What... you don’t want to?" Qingyi turned his face slightly, his hands still running over her curves.
"Both of us... aren’t you being too greedy, young man?" Lanyin was the one who answered, blushing as much as her Matriarch.
"What if I am?" Qingyi smiled, grabbing Lingxue’s shoulders and forcing her to kneel in front of him.
"What are you—" Lanyin didn’t even have time to question as her lips were sealed by Qingyi’s, his hands tearing off what was left of her dress.
His fingers immediately sank between her soft thighs, touching the fat, pale lips of her vulva.
Lanyin lost her strength, moaning obscenely against Qingyi’s kiss as she clung to his shoulders.
While massaging Lanyin’s pussy with his left hand, Qingyi moved his right hand, his cock escaping his pants and hitting Lingxue’s face with a loud, wet pop.
She backed away in surprise, watching the passionate kiss between the black fox and Qingyi as he masturbated her, a small pool of love juices forming between her legs.
"Ugh... control yourself, obscene woman... you still have so many things to resolve..." Lingxue repeated to herself.
However, she was unable to stop her delicate hands from reaching up, grasping Qingyi’s cock and closing around its enormous girth.
She tasted the musky flavor of Qingyi’s precum as the reddish tip touched her full, pink lips.
Immediately and without any resistance, her mouth opened, taking the bulbous tip into herself, her tongue curling around it as her cheeks sank in with suction.
"M-Matriarch... I can’t resist~~" Lanyin moaned in Qingyi’s hands.
Looking down, she realized that Lingxue had also lost herself...
"So..." Lingxue let the tip of Qingyi’s cock slip from her lips, her voice sweet and honeyed. "Big~~"
Would she be able to take all of that inside her? Was Xueyao able to handle that?
Without hesitation, she moved towards Qingyi’s cock again, leaning on his thighs as her mouth sucked voraciously, saliva sliding down her chin and dripping onto her massive, pale tits.
Exchanging glances with Lanyin, she was certain of one thing: they were both hopelessly lost in the hands of this man.