SWDnovel Chapter 774 - Making sure
Chapter 774 - Making sure
Qingyi looked at himself with a complicated expression, his gaze drifting slowly around the cultivation chamber.Everything was different.
Flowers spread throughout every corner of the chamber, sprouting from the obsidian walls and the floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Their petals shimmered with a soft, inner light, releasing a fragrance that didn't quite belong to this world.
Even his cultivation pillow—an Eternal-grade artifact he'd received as a gift from the sect leader—had transformed.
It was as if everything had changed. Including his own body.
He no longer looked like a person.
His black hair floated gently in the air, as if it had its own gravity, framing skin that now shone like molten silver.
His eyes were deep, resembling a nebula filled with a million purple stars, capable of illuminating even the darkest night.
With a single thought, he summoned his humanoid draconic form.
Beautiful, elegant wings sprouted from his back, his fingernails lengthening into sharp claws as black scales spread across certain parts of his body, glinting like polished onyx beneath the chamber's faint glow.
In that instant, with his feet floating a few meters above the ground, Qingyi looked more like a Primordial Dragon God than a man.
He sighed, feeling the flow of his newfound power coursing through every vein.
His reserves of Qi and Mana, already absurdly high, had quadrupled. The power of each, already considered extreme, had more than doubled.
His cultivation base, already thunderous in and of itself, had just leaped to an even more devastating level.
"Ah… may the heavens have mercy on my enemies, hahaha." Qingyi let out a cheerful laugh, stretching calmly.
His eyes fell on his status screen.
All of his affinities had reached fifty thousand, while his charm had already surpassed one hundred thousand.
Qingyi was only at the Cosmic Domain realm, but it wouldn't be wrong to say that his elemental affinities were on par with those of a Celestial Emperor.
He was certain that, with his spatial affinity, even if a Celestial Emperor himself tried to seal off the space around him, he would still be able to escape without much trouble.
With a smile full of satisfaction, he turned his gaze toward the door of the cultivation chamber, his body slowly being covered by a new set of clothes.
He had been cultivating for exactly one month. And tomorrow would be his wedding day.
Since it was already late, it would only be natural for someone to come visit him. Sure enough, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, confirming his thoughts.
When he opened the door and saw who it was, Qingyi's face lit up.
It was his beloved adoptive mother.
Well… he considered her his wife now, but he still liked to call her his adoptive mother.
Rouxi stood on the other side of the door, dressed in the same green dress as always, the fabric clinging to her every curve with an indecent tightness.
The neckline was stretched to its absolute limit, the strained fabric sinking deep into the pale, plump flesh of her huge breasts, forcing the two soft globes to spill generously over the top in twin mounds that looked ready to escape with the slightest deep breath.
Her eyes fluttered slightly, and she honestly didn't know how to address him now.
Qingyi smiled, approaching unhurriedly and wrapping his hand around her slender, jade-like waist.
His eyes sparkled as he activated his spatial Qi.
In the blink of an eye, space warped around the two of them, and Rouxi felt the floor vanish beneath her feet for a fraction of a second before they reappeared inside her own room.
Rouxi's eyes widened.
How could she, a stellar sovereign, have failed to resist Qingyi's spatial teleportation?
No… how could he simply ignore the spatial restrictions of the Myriad Beasts Sect?
Rouxi knew that Qingyi possessed spiritual roots with a spatial affinity, but she'd never expected them to be this powerful.
She couldn't dwell on these thoughts for long. Her gaze dropped, and what she saw made her heart tremble and her cheeks burn.
Qingyi already had his huge cock out, throbbing and rigid, his clothes piled in a heap on the floor!
"Q-Qingyi… sweetheart… I only came here to help you pick out your wedding dress—it's tomorrow, remember? We can't… nghnn~~"
Qingyi didn't give Rouxi a chance to finish her sentence. His eyes overflowed with affection as he hooked his fingers into the neckline of her dress and yanked it down.
Her enormous breasts followed the tight fabric for a brief moment, weighed down by their own staggering mass before finally springing free with a heavy, lewd bounce. Hardened nipples whipped up and down through the air with each lascivious tremor that rolled across those fat tits.
Qingyi grabbed the sensual curve of her hips and pulled her hard against him, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
The jiggling of those huge tits only ceased when they smashed against Qingyi's powerful chest, the pale flesh flattening against his chest, spilling over the sides as if desperately searching for any space to accommodate all that soft, heavy volume.
"Mghnn~~ I-I can't… I'm your mommy~ n-not your wife… Q-Qingyi… your wedding is tomorrow…" Rouxi moaned against his lips, her whole body trembling in the firm arms that held her against his muscular chest.
"Mommy, huh? You know… when you talk like that, I just want to devour you even more…" Qingyi let out a hoarse chuckle as his lips pulled away from hers, leaving Rouxi gasping for breath, a thin thread of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
He brought out two fertility-boosting pills. He took one himself, then pressed the other against Rouxi's trembling lips.
Her eyes widened as she realized this pill had an even more potent effect than the previous one.
"Gulp—aghnn~~ What are you doing?" Rouxi managed to whisper as soon as she finished swallowing the pill, a warm sensation already beginning to spread through her womb.
"What do you think?" Qingyi delivered a firm slap to Rouxi's plump buttocks. A wet, meaty smack echoed through the room.
His large hand sank deep into one of her soft, pliant cheeks, his fingers nearly vanishing as the plump flesh molded eagerly around his palm, swallowing him in pillowy warmth.
A heavy shockwave rippled outward from the point of impact, traveling across the entire curve in undulating waves before crashing into the other buttock and setting it jiggling in unison.
Even after his hand finally came to rest, those soft cheeks continued to quiver with residual tremors that simply refused to subside.
"I'm just making sure my dear adoptive mother is the first to get pregnant with my seed," he whispered in her ear, his hand still buried in her plump ass.