The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 6 The Widow's Dark Night

A-Gou had already staggered to the very end of the dirt road.

The fence here was crudely constructed from interwoven branches. Compared to the relatively impoverished red-brick walls of the rest of the village, this dilapidated hovel felt archaic to the point of being painful to look at; a level of destitution beyond words.

A-Gou let out a vulgar chuckle. Staring at the front 'door'—which was nothing more than a few planks of wood haphazardly nailed together—the burly thug used his brute strength to violently shove it open.

"Weird. Why isn't the dog barking?"

He voiced his confusion, completely oblivious to the dark silhouette that had slipped into the tiny courtyard a step ahead of him. Under Zhang Wenbin's icy, predatory gaze, Qin Lan's scrawny Shiba Inu had long since fainted dead away from terror.

The small, single-story house inside the yard was incredibly dilapidated. Even by rural standards, it was painfully destitute, making one wonder if it was an abandoned ruin.

A-Gou marched up to the main door and shoved it. Upon finding it bolted from the inside, his irritation flared. He began pounding on the door, bellowing, "Widow Qin! Open the damn door right now!"

Seeing no response from within, A-Gou laughed menacingly. "Playing dead, are we? I know you came back today! If you don't open this door, I'll scream at the top of my lungs right now. I'll tell the whole village that this isn't my first time here, that I've already fucked you inside and out!"

"And when your daughter comes home, I'm going to come back and fuck you right in front of her! How about that?!"

From within the silent, broken house, Qin Lan's voice finally emerged, shaking with a potent mix of terror and fury. "A-Gou, don't you spout such nonsense! I have absolutely nothing to do with you!"

"Heh, we're gonna have a lot to do with each other very soon! Are you going to open the door? If you don't, I'm kicking it down!"

Zhang Wenbin had silently hopped off the low perimeter wall. Holding his breath, he crept closer inch by inch. Although the intricate mechanics of the Bone-Displacing and Sinew-Splitting Hand had been violently downloaded into his brain, it still felt fundamentally unfamiliar, so he didn't dare lower his guard.

"Fuck it. Refusing to open the door, huh, you stupid bitch?! Let me tell you, even if the King of Heaven came down right now, you wouldn't be able to escape!"

A-Gou flew into a fit of rage born of humiliation. Just as he lifted his heavy boot to savagely kick the door, Zhang Wenbin materialized behind him like a phantom. His right hand darted out with explosive speed, clamping down mercilessly on the back of the thug's neck.

"Who?!" A-Gou gasped in shock. Before he could even formulate a scream, Zhang Wenbin's left hand seamlessly clamped over his mouth.

With a sudden, calculated exertion of force, the massive A-Gou's eyes rolled entirely backward into his skull. His heavy body went completely limp, slumping lifelessly to the dirt.

Inside the house, Qin Lan was already fully dressed, cowering behind the door. She gripped a heavy wooden rolling pin tightly, her eyes locked intensely on the wooden panels. Hearing the sudden, bizarre scuffle outside, she hurriedly called out, "Who is it?!"

But there was no reply. Even A-Gou's belligerent yelling had ceased entirely.

Outside, Zhang Wenbin stared down at the unconscious A-Gou, his own body coated in a cold sweat. In that split second of action, his mind had naturally flashed through countless, instinctual methods to kill the man in a single strike.

At the incredibly critical moment, Zhang Wenbin forcibly suppressed his lethal intent and opted merely to knock him out. Thinking back on it, he must have been deeply influenced by the System, or rather, the accumulated souls of those dead heretics, who viewed cold-blooded murder as a trivial, everyday occurrence.

Hearing nothing but silence, Qin Lan hesitated. Tiptoeing, she crept closer to the door, attempting to peer through the cracks in the wood to see what was happening.

Without warning, a slender twig was slid through the gap in the doorboards. Before she could even react, it expertly flipped the latch. The already fragile door was pushed open with effortless ease.

As the silhouette of a man stepped into the dark room, Qin Lan gritted her teeth, hoisted the solid rolling pin, and swung it downward with all her might, sobbing furiously, "You can't just bully people like this! I'll fight you to the death!"

The woman was truly using lethal force. The rolling pin was aimed directly at his skull. If that blow landed solidly, it would guarantee a severe concussion, if not outright death.

Zhang Wenbin effortlessly caught the descending rolling pin in his palm and chuckled softly. "Sister-in-law, maybe close the door first."

As he spoke, Zhang Wenbin casually dragged the limp, unconscious body of A-Gou over the threshold. Qin Lan immediately recognized him as her supposed "brother-in-law"—the very same young man who had aggressively groped her on the bus. She stood completely dumbfounded for several seconds before her instincts took over, and she quickly re-bolted the door.

Only after the latch slid into place did the overwhelming wrongness of the situation fully hit her. She turned around, staring at him in sheer terror, and stammered, "W-What... what are you doing here?"

The interior of the house could only be described as bare walls and utter destitution. The glass in the windows was cracked and splintered. Every single object was an ancient relic; there wasn't a single decent piece of furniture in sight. The center of the room was dominated by a modestly sized heated brick bed—the kang.

Zhang Wenbin casually tossed A-Gou's heavy body onto the dirt floor. Glancing around in the dark, his eyes found the light switch, and he flicked it on. The pitch-black room was instantly flooded with a dim, yellow light.

The sudden illumination was jarring. Qin Lan instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes.

She was wearing a pair of faded floral shorts and an incredibly worn, thin white undershirt. Even though the tank top was loose, the simple action of lifting her arm caused the mounds beneath the fabric to sway and heave with a breathtaking, terrifying momentum.

She had obviously been abruptly awakened from her sleep and wasn't wearing a bra. The tantalizing, colossal breasts jiggled freely, inciting an intense desire to tear away the fabric to witness their unbelievably massive proportions.

Zhang Wenbin gulped audibly and smiled wickedly. "My dear Sister-in-law, fate truly has brought us together."

The white undershirt was dangerously sheer. The prominent, rigid outlines of her nipples were already faintly visible—small, yet impossibly distinct against the fabric. Sensing the man's entirely lecherous gaze, Qin Lan hurriedly crossed her arms across her chest, asking in a fearful, trembling voice, "W-Why are you here?"

"If I wasn't here, wouldn't you have been brutally violated by this piece of trash?"

Zhang Wenbin's breathing instantly became ragged. Staring at this gentle, delicate, and astoundingly beautiful young widow, he realized there were countless ways to achieve climax without partaking in actual penetration. The gargantuan, majestic mountains straining against her chest were more than sufficient.

Glancing down at A-Gou, whose eyes were still rolled back as he lay on the floor, a fleeting flash of pure hatred crossed Qin Lan's eyes. But she quickly reverted to panic. "W-what happened to him? What did you do to him?"

"He simply fainted." Zhang Wenbin smirked. "Rest assured, he doesn't have a single scratch on him."

"He only fainted?" Qin Lan's voice betrayed an uncontrollable, deep-seated disappointment.

The pure hatred she had briefly displayed, combined with her current obvious disappointment, did not escape Zhang Wenbin's hyper-observant gaze.

Qin Lan appeared to be an incredibly traditional woman. To forcibly take a beautiful young widow whose husband had died merely six months ago wasn't an impossibility. But to personally seduce her, to meticulously tear away her deeply ingrained chastity piece by piece... that would be one of life's greatest, most twisted pleasures.

With malefic desires wreaking havoc in his heart, Zhang Wenbin took a slow, deliberate step forward. Qin Lan visibly tensed, defensively raising the rolling pin once more. But before she could spout any useless threats, her vision blurred.

Exactly like on the shuttle bus, Zhang Wenbin had slipped around and seized her waist from behind, yanking her flush against his own body. Inhaling the intoxicating, natural scent of the beautiful widow, his hand slowly slid down her arm, firmly grasping the hand that held the weapon. Lowering his head, he blew a stream of scorching breath directly into her ear, adopting a highly manipulative, seductive tone. "Sister-in-law... I am a bad person too. But I only desire you. I would never bully you."

"Y-You... you're bullying me right now..." The intensely familiar, rock-hard rod was aggressively grinding against her plush rear. Qin Lan's breathing hitched dramatically.

"No... this is affection. This A-Gou is the one bullying you."

Keeping her locked tightly in his embrace, Zhang Wenbin slowly propelled her forward. His hardness prodded her from behind, her entire body going weak. Against her will, she allowed herself to be guided forward step by step until they stood directly over the unconscious A-Gou.

"Do you hate him?" Zhang Wenbin whispered. As he spoke, his tongue snaked out, slowly tracing the contours of her sensitive earlobe.

His deep, resonant voice vibrated directly against her ear, yet it seemed to bypass her physical senses entirely, akin to a demonic incantation designed perfectly to seduce the soul into damnation.

Those words ruthlessly pierced straight through her emotional defenses. Zhang Wenbin had now moved on to peppering open-mouthed kisses down the side of her delicate neck. Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming, deeply shameful acclimatization established on the bus, but as Qin Lan's body melted into a puddle in his arms, she astonishingly made no move to resist.

Tears rapidly pooled in her eyes. Her teeth were clenched tight, and the hand gripping the rolling pin trembled violently. "I hate him! I dream every single night of him dying!"

"Why do you hate him so much?" Zhang Wenbin's tongue slid out again, tracing a wet path along her soft, white neck. His left hand had shed all pretense of innocence, smoothly plunging beneath her thin tank top to gently caress the incredibly soft, yielding flesh of her lower abdomen.

His voice dripped with dark magnetism, probing and interrogating her very soul. Coupled with the extreme, taboo intimacy of his physical touch, it created a psychological state where, amidst her profound shame, a bizarre sense of deep relaxation and absolute trust began to bloom. Under this potent psychological subversion, Qin Lan's tears spilled over as the totality of her misery rushed to her head.

"This wicked, godforsaken bastard! When my husband died, while I was holding his wake... he got drunk and came to completely ruin the funeral!"

"He brought a forged IOU into my house... claimed we owed him thousands, and tried to rob us of everything we owned! He said if we didn't have the cash to pay, he'd take our land as collateral! He brought a massive gang of thugs and forcefully occupied the only plot of farming land we had to survive!"

"He threatened me... told me that if I didn't obediently spread my legs for him, he would make sure the two of us... mother and daughter, lived a living hell! He came in the dead of night and permanently ruined all the crops in our fields with pesticide! He poisoned every single fish in our pond!"

"He's systematically making it impossible for us to survive in this village! He doesn't just want to defile me; he wants to defile my young daughter too!!"

"That dog we used to have... he slaughtered it! Then he cooked it in a pot and sat right outside our house, eating its meat in front of our faces!!"

"He comes by in the middle of the night to shatter our windows... he severed the dead dog's head and threw it right in front of my daughter to traumatize her... this animal has done every wicked, vile thing imaginable! Even slicing him into a thousand pieces wouldn't be enough to vent the hatred in my heart!"

Her husband's bones hadn't even grown cold before this vile parasite had kicked down the widow's door, intent on consuming every last scrap of her livelihood. He exploited the fact she was married in from a faraway town, with absolutely no family to support her, deliberately forcing the mother and daughter into absolute desperation so they could not survive.

As Qin Lan spilled her soul, she wept inconsolably. Her entire frame vibrated with violent, racking sobs. The hand gripping the weapon shook like a leaf in a hurricane. Under Zhang Wenbin's dark psychological induction, every single repressed grievance violently erupted.

By this point, Zhang Wenbin's left hand had slid higher under her shirt and completely engulfed her left breast.

The softness beneath his palm was unfathomable—like cupping a mound of warm water. The texture and sheer, unbelievable volume were precisely as devastating as he had fantasized.

In her state of extreme emotional volatility, Qin Lan made absolutely no move to stop his brazen molestation. Though tears streamed down her face, her eyes were burning with an inferno of pure malice. She was grinding her teeth so hard it seemed she would draw blood.

Zhang Wenbin luxuriously kneaded and massaged the massive mound of flesh, panting heavily as he licked the side of her ear. "Sister-in-law, you have suffered a terrible injustice. This worthless motherfucker is currently lying defenseless right at your feet. All you have to do is bring that weapon down just once, and all your vengeance will be satisfied."

Qin Lan's breathing rapidly accelerated. Zhang Wenbin grew even more aroused, securely taking her earlobe between his lips as he murmured darkly, "Aim the rolling pin directly at his skull... smash it down as hard as you can, like splitting open a watermelon... and he will die..."

"His blood will erupt outwards from all seven orifices of his face... Hit him a little harder, and his brains will splatter all over the floor... mashed into mush, exactly like rotten tofu!"

Perhaps his mind was being continuously warped by the System; Zhang Wenbin felt an unprecedented wave of sadistic exhilaration. Imperceptibly, the strength in his left hand surged as he roughly and excitedly kneaded her gargantuan breast.

The man's demonic, insidious whispers acted like a potent hex on Qin Lan. Her mind was entirely consumed by highly vivid, gruesome visualizations of A-Gou's skull caving in. She became so utterly entranced by the fantasy that she completely stopped sobbing. Her heavily bloodshot eyes were wide, brimming with a feral, terrifying excitement.

A sudden, sharp spike of pain in her breast violently snapped Qin Lan back to reality. Instantly drenched in a cold sweat, her grip went completely slack, and the heavy rolling pin painfully clattered onto the dirt floor.

By now, Zhang Wenbin had deployed his right hand as well. Both hands boldly plunged under the sheer undershirt, each laying claim to a fully engorged, monumental breast. Vigorously kneading the impossibly soft flesh, he licked at her ear and whispered coaxingly, "Sister-in-law, there's absolutely nothing to fear. Killing someone is the easiest thing in the world. Remember how viciously he bullied you... death is far too good for him."

Her entire body went entirely weak, leaning her total, helpless weight back against Zhang Wenbin's solid chest. Her voice broke into a trembling sob. "No... no... I can't... I can't commit murder. If I murder someone, I'll be thrown in prison! And I still... I still have to raise my daughter."

"If you don't kill him now, are you just going to allow him to keep desecrating your lives?"

Zhang Wenbin's eyes were completely bloodshot. He was already so hard it was physically hurting him. His massive cock rhythmically ground into the crack of her soft ass right through his shorts. He panted heavily. "Sister-in-law... I can extract this vengeance for you."

"Think closely about how he tormented you... think about how he tortured your young daughter..."

These words were laced with absolute demonic power. The darkest, most repressed, and sinister facets of this traditional, kind-hearted peasant woman's psyche had been completely awakened. The surging tide of malice aggressively overtook her usual subservient cowardice.

"Y-You... you can really help me?!" Qin Lan's voice trembled wildly. The man's large, calloused hands roughly kneading her sensitive breasts sent an inferno of blazing stimulation crashing through a body that had long been deprived of a man's touch. She could barely stand it.

"I will personally ensure he dies! Without a single trace. Not even the ghosts or gods will realize how it happened. No one will ever trace it back to you."

The unyielding ache in Zhang Wenbin's loins had reached critical mass. In one fluid, aggressive motion, he lifted her horizontally into his arms and tossed her onto the heated brick bed. The sudden movement jolted Qin Lan into a delayed reaction; regaining a sliver of her modesty, she instinctively pushed at him to struggle.

But it was too late. Zhang Wenbin had already straddled her waist, staring down with predatory dominance at the blushing, panicked, and overwhelmingly beautiful widow beneath him.

"You... you can't do this... didn't you hear the Village Chief?! I am bound to your family by bloodlines as your sister-in-law! Furthermore, I am a newly-made widow... my husband has only been deceased for six months!"

Qin Lan was so flustered she was stammering incoherently. Little did she know, her desperate pleas acted as the ultimate aphrodisiac for Zhang Wenbin. A delicate, highly traditional young widow... completely enhanced by the profoundly taboo status of 'Sister-in-law'? This was an immaculate bonus!

Add to that the fact she had just been sobbing; the fresh tear tracks staining her beautiful face made the profoundly wicked prospect of actively defiling an unovert widow infinitely more tantalizing to his dark psyche.

"Haha... then surely you've heard the old saying: 'Nothing is more delicious than a sister-in-law'!"

Overcome with manic, beastly excitement, Zhang Wenbin forcefully grabbed the neckline of her thin undershirt. With one violent, vicious yank, the fragile, worn fabric was violently ripped cleanly in half.

The pair of utterly colossal, snow-white tits he had been profusely coveting violently burst forth into the open air...

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