Chapter 372: 372 - Thinking After countless hours, Qingyi found himself lying among a sea of voluptuous bodies, his body covered in kiss marks, as was his cock, which was sunk to the base in Meilin’s throat. He watched that beauty choke on the colossus of flesh, her eyes watering, soft chokes escaping from her tight throat. "Ah... nghnn~~" Meilin pulled back, her cherry lips connected to the reddish tip of Qingyi’s cock by long strands of saliva. She raised her beautiful dark eyes, catching her breath before sinking onto Qingyi’s cock again, sucking voraciously. Wild locks of hair fell across her face as her head moved non-stop. "Hm~~ Feiyan taught her that well, didn’t she?" Ruxue giggled, lying down on Qingyi’s right side, her huge, pale tits gripped by his hand, a soft moan escaping her lips with every little squeeze. "Yes, hahaha," Qingyi smiled, watching Meilin suck faster and faster. Ruxue’s words made her blush even more. Suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes widened and her cheeks bulged as Qingyi’s cock released thick, fat jets of cum inside her. "Gulp... gulk~~ gulp... aghn~~" Each pulse of Qingyi’s cock was answered by a greedy gulp, the throat of the Gold King’s daughter working ceaselessly to swallow all of his seed. When she finally finished, she sat on Qingyi’s thighs, his semi-erect cock aligned with her slim belly. With messy hair and an obscene expression, she opened her mouth, revealing her small, pink tongue, completely clean. "Thanks for the meal, hubby..." She sighed, looking away. The noble and proud daughter of the gold king, the richest man in the whole world, providing services to a shameless womanizer and even thanking him for his cum. She should have been ashamed, but when she saw Qingyi’s deep smile and received a firm slap and a possessive grip on her buttocks, she just moaned debauchedly. "Nghnn~~ when are we going back? I’ve left a trustworthy manager to look after the Burning Red Pavilion, but we still have a lot of funds from outstanding contracts to collect... it’s too much money," Meilin asked, leaning over Qingyi’s powerful chest, her eyes closing shyly. She looked over at Margareth, who was asleep cuddled up to Feiyan, their huge breasts pressed together, their sweaty, contrasting skins glistening in the dim light that entered the room. "Margareth also has a lot of things to sort out, although... I doubt very much that she’ll pay any attention to the situation in that church now that she’s with us." Qingyi listened to those words, thinking for a brief moment before finally replying: "A month, two at most. It will depend on the matriarch of the fox people and how she reacts to Xueyao’s presence... I hope everything goes well, but you can never be sure." He closed his eyes briefly. From tomorrow, his days would start out hectic and full. He would have to take part in the ceremony to receive the prize for first place in that competition, travel to the fox people, finally take Qianyao as his wife and then meet the matriarch of the fox people. The latter was what he was most worried about. Xueyao had already commented a little on the matriarch, but not enough for him to get an clear idea of her character. He didn’t even know why Xueyao had ended up in mortal heaven in the first place. He should go prepared to flee at any moment. Sighing, Qingyi just drifted off to sleep. He would sort it out at dawn. *** The next day, Xueyao woke up early, practically at sunrise, before any of Qingyi’s other wives. Careful not to wake anyone, she stood up, her breasts swaying gently, her pale skin barely concealed by her nightgown. If that could even be called a nightgown. She wore no panties and the dress barely reached her thighs, revealing the plump, puffy lips of her pussy. The pale skin closed into a deep, tight valley, completely hiding the pink interior. At the back, the fabric ran down the middle of her round, soft and perfect buttocks, over her tail, so thin that it seemed transparent, falling gently over her breasts and revealing her pink nipples. She walked out onto the balcony, watching the temple with deep gazes, her vision stretching as far as the green abyss that spread out beyond the temple. During the night, while her eyes were closed, she heard Qingyi’s words and could well imagine what he was thinking. "The matriarch would never hurt Xueyao, would she?" she repeated to herself, her voice filled with concern. How could that be? The matriarch had always been good to her, had always loved her and treated her like her own daughter. How could she hurt Xueyao? Xueyao’s fluffy, snow-white tail stopped swaying, lifting slightly and taking her dress with it, revealing her ass completely. "What are you thinking, silly girl?" She heard a masculine voice full of love approaching from behind, accompanied by strong, powerful hands, running over her slender hips and up to her large tits, squeezing them gently. "Ikhn~~" A cute, high-pitched squeal escaped Xueyao’s lips as she felt Qingyi’s cock press against her ass, sliding between her thighs. The reddened tip immediately sank into the full, fat lips of her pussy. She pressed her legs together, blushing as she looked down, watching that long fat, throbbing rod of flesh emerge from between her thick, soft thighs. "N-nothing... Xueyao was just... thinking- Oghn~~" She exhaled heavily as Qingyi moved his hips, pulling his cock back and lining it up with her pussy, leaning her over the jade bars of that balcony. "About what?" he asked, giving her a brief moment before thrusting in. His hips thrust forward hard, the lips of Xueyao’s vulva squeezing around his cock, his hips hitting her buttocks with a loud pop. "Nghnn~~ H-hubby! Mercy on Xueyao’s little pussy, nghnn~~" she moaned, her whole body shuddering, a violent shockwave spreading through her ass. The sensation of his cock filling her completely was simply overwhelming.