Chapter 955 - Celestial (01)

Chapter 955: 955 - Celestial (01)

"You said you’re in no hurry, well... what kind of man who’s in no hurry starts by tearing his future wife’s dress?" Mingzhu asked with a sigh, holding the torn fabric against her chest.

She let her Qi flow through her fingertips, sewing the torn fabric back together thread by thread, unable to look Qingyi in the face.

Her cheeks were still burning.

"Oh... big brother Qingyi sure does!" Rou’er declared, throwing herself on top of Mingzhu and hugging her from behind, pressing her cheek against Mingzhu’s and making the beauty blush even more.

"You’re not helping..." Mingzhu murmured softly, casting a sidelong glance at her friend.

"Well... if you can’t help, at least disrupt! The important thing is to participate! Hehehe~" Rou’er gave a soft, mischievous chuckle, swaying her body from side to side without letting go of her friend.

Qingyi sighed.

With a gentle tug, he pulled the petite beauty off Mingzhu and into his own arms. His hand slid down her back, slipping under her tiny pink skirt and lifting the fabric, exposing Rou’er’s round, plump buttocks to the cool air of the room.

Smack!

A firm slap rang out on her right buttock.

The soft flesh caved in around his palm for an instant and then sprang back, bouncing once, twice, as a pleasurable tremor ran through her entire little butt until it made the other buttock wiggle along with it.

A pink mark began to slowly appear on her fair skin.

"Hyaa~!" Rou’er let out a little squeal, standing on tiptoe and pressing herself against his chest.

Before the shiver subsided, Qingyi’s fingers clamped tightly around that same buttock, grabbing a generous handful.

The warm, plump flesh spilled over between his fingers—so soft it seemed as if it might slip from his grip—and he squeezed once more just to feel that softness give way and fill his palm again.

Mingzhu turned her face to the side at once, but her eyes still peeked out from the corner anyway.

Honestly, he wished that, every now and then, Rou’er would act in a way more appropriate for her age, especially now that she was a married woman.

Still, he loved that cute little thing so much.

He only had to look at the way she was lifting her face toward him now, her eyes wide and sparkling, biting her lower lip and wriggling slightly against the hand that was still holding her butt.

He leaned over Rou’er, lifting her chin with his fingers and pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She melted instantly, sighing into his mouth.

"You can stay with Mingzhu and chat with her for a bit; your husband has a few things to take care of." He said as he pulled away, and Rou’er nodded, still a little dizzy from the kiss.

Naturally, she wanted to at least drink a little of her husband’s "milk" before he left.

Her eyes even drifted down, without a shred of shame, to the bulge in his pants, and the tip of her tongue brushed her lips... but well, she understood his responsibilities.

Pouting slightly, she let him go.

Finally, while the two women caught up, Qingyi left the room.

He walked alone and unhurriedly through the long corridors of the Celestial Spear.

The low hum of the spiritual formations vibrated within the metal walls, and the crystals of light on the ceiling bathed the path in a cold, white glow.

Only his footsteps echoed there.

Naturally, a ship this large—seventy kilometers from bow to stern—had several rapid-transport systems of its own, including internal trains and a space transport system.

Still, since he was no more than five minutes away from the command room, he simply walked there, taking advantage of the silence to gather his thoughts.

’You seem worried about something...’ Qingyi spoke in his mind, directing his voice to the Primordial Star of Creation, the Empress of the Elemental Spirits, and the star with whom he had formed a contract.

[It’s nothing you need to worry about. Not yet.] That feminine voice echoed in Qingyi’s mind.

It was different from the System’s sweet, high-pitched voice.

It was mature and elegant, pleasant and sensual, but not in an exaggerated way.

It was the kind of voice that made anyone sit up straight and pay attention without even realizing it.

It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the voice of a deity.

Qingyi sighed upon hearing that reply.

Not yet... Those two little words said much more than she intended.

Ever since a few days after rescuing Yuehan from the hands of the Celestial Demon, he had been sensing a certain change in his connection with the Primordial Star of Creation.

The two were linked and could sense each other’s emotions to a certain extent.

Always calm and composed, the Primordial Star of Creation now displayed much more complex feelings, and seemed to be in a constant state of haste, as if a clock that only she could hear were ticking away.

The silence lasted a few more steps.

[You have the Book of the Great Creator... do you remember its first pages? The story of the Father’s first creation?] The voice of the Primordial Star of Creation echoed in Qingyi’s mind once more.

"Yes... the Father painted the child’s heart red... and the child stole the brushes, using them to paint his own emotions gray..." A strange expression crossed Qingyi’s face.

"The Great Creator was never able to kill his own son, Celestial, correct?"

[No... He merely imprisoned him... The one you call the Celestial Father, the Great Creator’s second son, was the first to reach him in his prison, seeking to learn the truth about his older brother. I could sense the moment he arrived there... and the moment he was gravely wounded by his brother.]

The voice of the primordial star of creation sounded a little hoarse, trembling, and clearly a bit frightened.

Qingyi sensed this and became worried as well.