The Wicked System

Zhang Wenbin smiled without a word. Xu Fei already understood what it meant. Taking a deep breath, amidst her fear, a resolute determination appeared in her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she firmly squeezed the snake's vital point, turned around, and threw the banded krait into the cow skull. The banded krait struggled in terror, but bizarrely, no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't escape the skull. The black silkworm instantly became hyperactive, climbed onto the banded krait's body, and quickly moved forward until it lay on its head. Xu Fei watched with trepidation, most worried that the snake would swallow the black silkworm in one gulp. She was as nervous as if her daughter had gone onto a battlefield to fight for her life; her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would explode. However, as soon as the black silkworm climbed onto it, the banded krait went stiff and went limp as if paralyzed by fear. After the black silkworm reached its head, it settled ther...

In the living room of the duplex mansion, Xu Fei sat restlessly, occasionally getting up to pace a few steps before sitting back down in resignation. Her daughter's bedroom door was closed and locked. It was unprecedented; her daughter's door was never locked before, and when she wasn't busy with work, she would open it to let some fresh air in. She had the key, and several times she wanted to open the door to look around and see what secrets her daughter was hiding. But the thought of that eerie black silkworm forced her to suppress the urge. She didn't know what the consequences of entering unannounced would be, but she didn't want to risk her daughter's safety. As the door opened, Xu Fei immediately jumped up, greeted him at the door, and said in a tender voice, "Master, you're finally here." "Hehe, it's been almost an hour. Did you think I took too long?" Zhang Wenbin carried a sack in his hand. The foul odor emanating from ...

As the end of the Zi hour approached, Zhang Wenbin felt his stomach rumbling. Using the system's granted mana now consumed a massive amount of energy. Learning from his prior mistake, he figured he should fill his stomach first, lest he collapse from starvation the next day. Squinting his eyes, Yang Qiang asked ingratiatingly, "Master, where to now?" Right... where to? Having drifted around Binhai City like a rootless weed for so many years, he didn't seem to have a place to call his own. Annoyed for a moment, Zhang Wenbin lit a cigarette. "I don't even have a place to settle down. Guess I'll have to look for a house tomorrow." Yang Qiang immediately volunteered, "Master, let me find a place for you. I guarantee it will be luxuriously decorated so you can live comfortably." "I don't like living under someone else's roof." Zhang Wenbin replied coldly. Catching the drift, Yang Qiang gritted his teeth. "This servan...

Zhang Wenbin smiled approvingly and said, "You do have some filial piety. In that case, I will give you an opportunity tonight." "What opportunity?" Yang Qiang's eyes lit up. "It's unclear who is trying to kill you, but it has to be someone close. If they couldn't see you regularly, they wouldn't be able to use the ghost infant to slowly drain your life force." "They might have other methods too. Since they've already made a move, they won't stop. The next attempt will be even worse. So I need to find a scapegoat for you. Once something happens, your misfortune will transfer to them." "Master, how do we find one?" Yang Qiang grew excited. For someone with power, nothing mattered more than preserving his own life. "Don't rush. Let me calculate first. Drive to the Tianlong Hotel." Zhang Wenbin pretended to close his eyes and sat cross-legged, his fingers forming seals as if calculating something...

Zhang Wenbin was already at the door. He looked back with a slight smile. "I admire the mettle, Teacher. But now your daughter's ended up in my hands — you're not going to include me in the hatred?" "Hatred seems too simple," she said. "I've decided this must be her fate." She followed him to the door and crouched to put his shoes on — the motion natural now, even graceful — and said with a faint, almost-helpless note underneath: "Master, I've stopped fighting it. You can do things I can't imagine. If Guoguo were to stay close to you — is there any way to make her willing? To make her come to it on her own?" She couldn't stop or change tonight. She knew that. What she could still do was minimize her daughter's suffering — hope that whatever happened next could be approached with less pain, or even with acceptance. "There's an approach. I need to think it through carefully." He rubbed his chin, a dar...

The phone's speakerphone was on before Zhang Wenbin had even pressed the button hard. Yang Qiang's voice came through immediately — small and subservient. "Master, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest." Zhang Wenbin checked the time. Ten o'clock. For a city that didn't sleep, the night was just getting started, and for the sort of young man who kept late hours, ten was practically afternoon. Yang Qiang seemed to have assumed he was dealing with a sage-hermit type, and his voice carried a tremor of anxiety. "Spit it out." Zhang Wenbin grinned and sealed Xu Fei's mouth with his — she went pliant immediately, half a shudder, half a surrender. She seemed simultaneously tense and strangely excited. He kissed her for a few seconds, then caught her eye and gave a small nod. She understood precisely. She let a slow, wicked smile spread across her face, then slinked off his lap and knelt in front of him, moving with the particular languorous grac...

Xu Fei felt like she was losing her mind. All night — built up and let down over and over. Nearly to her own first climax when her daughter's situation forced her back from the edge, and then the egg was still running inside her and she had to use willpower to override it. Now she was hyper-focused on cleaning, pushing herself back from another brink just by sheer resolution. She hated this. Torture. Hope given, then taken. Never landing. For a grown, needy woman in her prime, it was unambiguous suffering. She went at the small entrance with frenzied, almost desperate attention, trying to redirect her own body's noise into the act. "All that fluid in your daughter's little hole — so satisfying, isn't it? Your tongue was already digging inside. Next time you service Master's rear, I expect the same enthusiasm." Zhang Wenbin sat to the side, observing with quiet pleasure. The loli's upper body rested on the mattress in a flush of high, heated pink,...

His dark cock ground against the loli's pink folds , the glans dragging along the seam, nudging the small hard bead of her clit. The loli let out an immediate, breathless ya— , her whole rhythm instantly gone ragged. "You and your daughter — you're both mine. Master may do with you as he likes." Xu Fei panted the words, her body already battered by a rush of sensation. She started moving where he'd indicated — down along his body — while keeping her wet eyes fixed on the junction of the two bodies before her. Her daughter's small pussy was drenched. That delicate frame trembled steadily. The enormous cock dragged back and forth along it, over and over, and by contrast the little girl seemed so fragile. The visual impact was enormous — her thoughts began to scatter. Every time the man's hips rocked forward she found herself imagining the broad head forcing the lips apart, plunging into her daughter's small pussy — The ripple of that image made ...

After tidying her daughter's room, Xu Fei had an instinctive impulse to get dressed — and then immediately thought better of it. There was no point in that kind of self-delusion anymore. She'd never walked naked through the corridors of her own home before. Anyone who knew her — the composed, poised music teacher — would never have believed she had a side like this. A draft touched her between her legs and the flush that rose on her face was unavoidable. She didn't want to think about how much she'd produced tonight. At her peak age, with needs that were genuinely, persistently there — Zhang Wenbin's relentless handling of her had stoked the fire to a roar. Even while forced to give head she hadn't been able to help being affected. Right now she was truly suspended halfway, nowhere near resolution, and desperately uncomfortable. Her mind kept drifting to the image of her daughter squirting — that close, pink, small pussy feeling fully alive, a flood of clea...