Qingyi sat thoughtfully on the large sofa in the living room of his residence in the Burning Red Pavilion.

He scratched his chin, remembering the words he had heard from Lucien.

That couldn't just be a coincidence, could it?

"No..." Qingyi repeated in his mind.

What were the chances?

"Something bothering you?" Margareth approached Qingyi, sitting on his lap.

"Nothing much," Qingyi shook his head, placing a kiss on her lips, one of his hands flowing down to her huge tits, squeezing lightly.

His other hand went up her dress, lifting it above her hips and revealing her thick, creamy, soft thighs, feeling them quiver under his touch.

"Shouldn't you be in your office now? Don't tell me the proud Lady Margareth is running away from her job?" He smiled.

"Nghnn~~ Meilin helped me finish everything early, she should be here soon... apparently a shipment has just arrived and she needs to sign some documents."

"Good..." Qingyi thought for a brief moment before continuing. "About Lucien, I don't think that explosion of power at the end of the battle was common, was it?"

"It's not common... That fucking bishop probably wanted to use him to keep an eye on me, but he even made Lucien go straight back to the divine realm of Auranys right after the battle. He must have received some kind of divine blessing."

Qingyi giggled at that answer.

Fucking bishop was a good way to address that worthless pig.

He even thought about asking Margareth more questions, perhaps about Lucien's origin and the chances of him coming from another world, but in the end, he could only sigh.

Lucien would soon be an ocean away and for now, he had more important things to worry about.

Especially the civil war about to break out in the kingdom.

He couldn't care less who became king, but it would affect Meilin and, if it affected her, it would affect him too.

As Qingyi pondered this, the door to the residence opened, revealing Meilin's voluptuous figure, her hips swaying elegantly as she entered the living room.

In her hands, she carried a bottle of red wine, smiling cheerfully.

That was a kind of wine she hadn't tasted since she left the Empire of the Enlightened Sky for the Kingdom of the Blue sea.

"The ship we sent north has arrived, look what they've brought as a present." Meilin opened the cork, a powerful spiritual energy escaping from the wine and taking over the entire building.

Taking small glasses, she poured some for herself, Margareth and Qingyi, her beautiful dark eyes shining as she felt that bitter taste slowly melt into a deep sweetness.

Qingyi tried it too. A single sip and his eyes widened, his cultivation moving slightly.

He had heard of people who cultivated only with wines and spiritual liquors, the so-called drunken masters.

But he had never thought, even though he had tasted the best wines in mortal heaven, that something this incredible could exist.

Margareth took a single sip, small and smooth, just to try it out. With the second sip, she took the rest of the glass.

"Ah... that's good." The golden-haired beauty gasped, her beautiful blue eyes meeting Qingyi's.

"A little below average compared to yours..." He laughed.

"Mine?" Margareth was a little confused at first, but soon got her answer as Qingyi's face sank between her huge breasts, his lips meeting her pink, puffy nipples, sucking voraciously.

Watching this, Meilin blushed, hesitating for a brief moment before putting the wine away.

Qingyi sat Margareth next to him, spreading his legs, revealing the throbbing bulge to Meilin.

She quickly knelt in front of him, pulling down his pants and revealing his huge, throbbing twenty-three centimeter cock.

She grabbed the member with both hands, lining it up with her cherry lips before planting a soft kiss on the tip, opening her mouth and taking the entire glans inside.

Slowly, the rest of his member began to slide inside, her soft gasps echoing along with Margareth's moans as Qingyi's fingers found her pussy, sinking into the fat, wet lips, massaging her pink clitoris.

By the time Meilin realized it, she had Qingyi's entire cock inside her, her hot, panting breath hitting his groin, a bulge going down her delicate throat.

"Ah..." She pulled back, revealing the cock soaked with her saliva, still connected to her lips by thick, pearly strands.

Gripping it a little more firmly, she began to masturbate him, keeping her lips around the glans, her cheeks sinking as she sucked, her beautiful eyes shining with anticipation for her husband's seed.

After long seconds, it finally came, an explosion of hot cum bursting into her mouth.

"Mghn~~ gulp... gulp... gulp..." She swallowed voraciously, her throat working to contain all the volume.

As the last burst of cum took over her mouth, she pulled back, opening her lips and sticking out her pink tongue, revealing her totally clean mouth.

"Good girl." Qingyi smiled, leaving Margareth's breasts for a brief moment before grabbing both of them, pulling them on top of herself.

"Uh? What did you- ah!" Margareth's words were interrupted by a cute, high-pitched squeal as Qingyi carried them into the bedroom, throwing them on the bed.

The position they were in left them both spread-legged, facing each other, Margareth underneath and Meilin on top.

Their pussies were perfectly aligned, the puffy, pale, plump lips of their vulvas firmly pressed against each other, every little movement drawing a sensual moan from them.

Qingyi knelt on the soft mattress, aligning his cock with their pussies before thrusting forward.

"Nghnn~~ Fuck!"

"Oghnn~~ hubby!"

They moaned in unison, feeling Qingyi's member slide between their pussies, the weight of their bodies creating a firm pressure around his cock, a loud pop echoing as his hips hit Meilin's ass.

He stayed in that position for a brief moment, gripping Meilin's buttocks before pulling back, just a little bit.

He watched them both in that position for a brief moment before starting to move his hips.

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