The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 9 A Widow Undone

She maintained a vice-like grip with her mouth, doing everything she could to accommodate the rod. After several furious, blindingly fast pumps, Zhang Wenbin abruptly yanked his meat rod totally free, leaving her mouth agape as she desperately gasped for large mouthfuls of necessary oxygen.

Thick ropes of saliva cascaded uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, dripping sensually down onto her massive, heaving breasts. At the sight of this absolute obscenity, Zhang Wenbin entirely lost control. Viciously grabbing the back of her head, he forcefully jammed the massive meat rod directly back into her mouth and relentlessly resumed his violent fucking.

Qin Lan whimpered in deep discomfort, but still fully committed to matching his pace. Streams of drool continued to splatter against her jiggling, gargantuan breasts. Witnessing this unprecedented display of complete degeneracy delivered a level of psychological stimulation that Zhang Wenbin had never before encountered.

The internal fires of sheer lust raged hotter and hotter. Zhang Wenbin could no longer endure the edge. His movements became incredibly feral and shockingly brutal.

"It's coming, Sister-in-law! Swallow all of my cum!"

A lightning bolt of blinding pleasure instantly surged upward from his prostate. His heavy testicles spasmed violently from the sheer euphoria as the muscles within his gluteus forcibly contracted with maximum intensity.

Unlike the utterly lackluster, highly depressing climaxes of solitary self-pleasure, this time Zhang Wenbin completely lost his vision, feeling his brain literally short-circuit and explode into white noise. He permanently lost all capacity for rational thought, howling hoarsely as though his very soul was being frantically exorcised through his penis.

The consistently submissive Qin Lan instantly reacted biologically, desperately trying to push back. Both her hands shoved frantically against the man's thick thighs, but her struggles were completely negligible. As the man's brutal thrusting rapidly intensified, she knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Nng-mgh?!"

Her garbled pleas were instantly silenced. In a fraction of a second, the massive glans crammed deep within her mouth seemed to physically expand. Amidst an agonizing, suspended pause, she could completely feel the man's urethra bursting open, and thick, scorching torrents of magma-hot semen violently erupted down the back of her throat.

Her small mouth was forcefully stuffed so full she was effectively suffocating. The extremely powerful jet streams almost caused her to violently choke. Helpless and entirely unable to resist, her only viable option for survival was to desperately swallow massive, frantic gulps of the man's highly pungent, musky cum to breathe.

One colossal rope... two ropes... Zhang Wenbin's mind went completely blank. His entire body violently convulsed from the absolute, crushing magnitude of the climax.

In a million years, Qin Lan would never have believed she would ever sink to performing such a profoundly wicked, humiliating act. Yet right now, she had absolutely no choice but to frantically swallow down wave after massive wave of the man's semen.

The iron-hard meat rod spasmed forcefully against her tongue. The terrifying glans remained entirely engorged, the slit continuing to shoot violently powerful jets directly down her throat. The completely absurd, unprecedented volume of his ejaculation entirely shattered her fundamental understanding of biology.

Yet, this deeply humiliating reality of being forced to her knees and utterly conquered caused her mind to dangerously flutter. Rather than feeling absolute disgust, she found herself becoming disturbingly, highly addicted to the sensation.

After the immensely powerful, initial jets finally concluded, Zhang Wenbin continued to release low, feral growls reminiscent of a wild beast. Still completely unsatisfied, he continued lazily thrusting in and out of her mouth, violently determined to deposit every single, lingering drop of his climax deep inside her.

Only when his urethra had successfully emptied its entire, massive payload did Zhang Wenbin's vision temporarily black out. His legs entirely gave way, causing him to instantly collapse into a sitting position on the bed. He immediately flopped onto his back, dragging massive, greedy lungfuls of air.

Ejaculation... This was what true, biological ejaculation felt like! It was fundamentally incomparable to the pathetic, youthful folly of jerking off in solitary confinement!

The sheer psychological thrill of Qin Lan's ongoing degradation—from feigned reluctance, to compliance, and finally, active participation—was so massive that Zhang Wenbin's brain was completely fried, to the point he had entirely forgotten his initially highly-coveted goal of a tit-job.

Finally allowed a moment of genuine oxygen, Qin Lan slumped heavily onto the edge of the kang and intensely dry-heaved several times sequentially. The heavily musky flavor of the man's semen wasn't entirely what disgusted her; rather, Zhang Wenbin's incredibly brutal thrusts had constantly battered against the back of her throat, making it physically impossible to acclimate.

After dry-heaving for a moment, she clumsily scrambled off the bed. Yanking open a thermos, she poured a small basin of warm water and frantically began trying to scrub her face clean. She knew without looking that her current appearance had to be incredibly, impossibly obscene.

[The Wicked System: "Completion of the inaugural System Task confirmed. Reward: One Attribute Point."]

[The Wicked System: "The quest for 《Bone-Displacing and Sinew-Splitting Hand》: Fulfilling the 'Desire for Gluttony' task is currently ongoing. Base Reward: Two Attribute Points."]

[The Wicked System: "The Host has formally crossed the threshold into the Qi Condensation Stage, successfully establishing a foundational base for cultivation. You may utilize Attribute Points to exchange for subsequent cultivation skills."]

The System's mechanical voice heavily bombarded his brain with a rapid series of notifications, leaving Zhang Wenbin feeling completely dazed.

Simultaneously, a massive, highly detailed interface materialized entirely within his mind. It presented an enormous array of highly specific statistics, such as Vitality, Speed, Memory... dozens of individual categories. With a grand total of only a single Attribute Point, arbitrarily assigning it felt essentially meaningless.

Furthermore, the System catalog contained what resembled literal mountains of esoteric grimoires and manuals. These were basically tens of thousands of specialized abilities left behind by countless vengeful souls, all requiring distinct Attribute Points to unlock.

"System. Seeing as I have a Pure Yang body... what exactly is the most suitable path of cultivation for me?"

"System! Answer me!"

Receiving an absolute wall of silence, Zhang Wenbin finally remembered that the sapient consciousness possessed by the System had previously stated it was aggressively entering hibernation. Thus, he was entirely on his own for the time being.

The incomprehensible sheer volume of options made his vision swim. Acting purely out of caution, he absolutely didn't dare casually waste the single Attribute Point. He decided it would be exceptionally more cost-effective to patiently wait until the System regained the ability to communicate before committing to any exchanges.

Zhang Wenbin had absolutely no idea what exactly the 'Qi Condensation Stage' entailed. However, snapping back to physical reality, he could undeniably feel an entirely new, foreign energy circulating robustly within his flesh. His physical and mental perception had simultaneously sharpened exponentially.

Having finished aggressively scrubbing her face, Qin Lan looked downwards. Staring violently at the heavily concentrated cluster of hickeys staining her pristine, massive breasts, she blushed an aggressive, crimson red. After meticulously washing the man's saliva entirely off her skin, a sliver of rational thought finally returned. Deeply ashamed, she quickly covered her breasts with her hands, subconsciously taking a step away, desperately searching for a fresh piece of clothing.

"Don't put anything on!" Seeing this, Zhang Wenbin barked an immediate, harsh order.

Qin Lan's delicate body violently flinched. Standing completely frozen in front of her dilapidated wardrobe, she hesitated intensely. Highly flushed and still tightly covering her massive breasts with crossed arms, she silently walked back to the edge of the bed. Staring at the floor, she mumbled timidly, "Um... are you... planning on sleeping here tonight?"

"It's the middle of the fucking night! Where exactly else am I supposed to go?"

Zhang Wenbin confidently sat up. Digging into the pockets of his discarded shorts, he extracted a cigarette and smoothly lit it. Taking a deeply satisfying drag, he found that experiencing the fabled 'post-coital cigarette' for the absolute first time in his life was a profoundly glorious sensation.

Staring straight into the eyes of the highly submissive, uniquely beautiful widow standing before him, an intense wave of malefic desire swelled within him once more. "Sister-in-law, you thoroughly cleaned yourself up, but you completely ignored me. That isn't very considerate of you at all."

"I... I'll go get another basin of water... I'll wipe you down..."

Qin Lan shyly buried her head in her chest. But before she could even rotate her body to leave, Zhang Wenbin had decisively seized her wrist. He smiled wickedly. "I absolutely do not want to be cleaned with water."

Qin Lan was completely stunned. She absolutely did not dare casually meet the man's heavily mocking, intensely predatory gaze. But noting that Zhang Wenbin, while smiling, was continuously, deliberately staring directly at her mouth, any woman's innate instinct allowed her to understand exactly what he meant.

Her voice violently trembled. Frantically averting her face, she gritted her teeth in absolute humiliation. "Y-You... you're even more wicked and evil than A-Gou! You clearly know that we're bound by bloodlines, that I'm fundamentally your sister-in-law... yet you insist on conjuring up thousands of highly depraved ways to continuously degrade me."

"No, Sister-in-law! This is absolutely not degradation. This is entirely because I desire you so much. Simply experiencing this is exactly like living out the greatest dream imaginable!"

Zhang Wenbin sprang into a sitting position, forcefully yanking her highly unresisting body back down onto his lap. Capturing her freshly washed lips in a deeply aggressive kiss, his free hand unceremoniously, aggressively seized her heavily bouncing, gargantuan breast and began ferociously kneading it once again.

Qin Lan's entire body instantly went completely liquid. Pausing the kiss for a second, Zhang Wenbin licked down her neck and asked, "Sister-in-law... all the other farmers in the village have extremely dark, sun-damaged skin. Why exactly are you so unbelievably pale and snow-white?"

"I... I don't know... maybe it's just because our house doesn't get a lot of direct sunlight... and when I do farm work I avoid the sun..."

Qin Lan continuously mumbled, her responses incredibly slurred by extreme pleasure. Every woman secretly enjoyed being complimented, regardless of her inherent personality.

Zhang Wenbin continued interrogating her softly, "Sister-in-law, exactly why are your tits so fucking huge? What cup size are you even wearing?"

Hearing this highly crude question, Qin Lan immediately became incredibly shy. She mumbled helplessly, "I have no idea... after I nursed my daughter they just never stopped growing... I'm currently just wearing all my oldest, worn-out clothes that I had to completely alter and cut open just to fit..."

"The texture is unbelievably fucking good!"

Zhang Wenbin eagerly launched a two-handed assault, viciously kneading and massaging the mammoth breasts simultaneously. He kissed her so deeply she completely lost her breath, abruptly switching to intensely licking the shell of her ear as he panted heavily in her ear, "Sister-in-law... slowly lick my cock again. Keep licking until it's completely spotless. Having your mouth fuck me feels far too good."

This time, Qin Lan adamantly refused to utter a single complaint. She had already been thoroughly, psychologically subjugated by Zhang Wenbin's sweet manipulation. Entirely inexplicably, she allowed herself to be easily pressed downward, once again kneeling subserviently over the man's highly exposed crotch.

The freshly heavily-fired meat rod had subsided to a flaccid state, but even completely soft, it casually draped down at a highly imposing ten centimeters. It was currently entirely glazed in an absolute, sticky disaster of her own saliva mixed with thick patches of drying semen. It looked highly chaotic, but perhaps entirely due to the absence of messy pubic hair, she didn't find the visual repulsive in the slightest.

Qin Lan's face burned extremely hot. She feigned annoyance, "You were acting so incredibly savage just a moment ago... but now it completely stopped being terrifying."

"Sister-in-law... whose is bigger? Mine... or your husband's cock?" Zhang Wenbin maliciously taunted her. Between heavy, ragged gasps, his palm firmly gripped the back of her head.

Blushing profusely at the crude taunt, she vehemently refused to dignify it. Shooting Zhang Wenbin a highly fierce, incredibly coquettish death glare, she gently wrapped her incredibly soft fingers around the flaccid rod. Slowly sticking out her delicate, pink tongue, she enthusiastically began licking it from the base.

"Yes! Exactly like that, Sister-in-law! You're so incredibly fucking good at this. Lick me entirely clean... totally swallow it down..."

Zhang Wenbin let out a deep groan of absolute bliss. Hearing the man's entirely unrestrained, heavy panting likely served as the ultimate, subconscious form of positive reinforcement for her female psyche.

Initially, Qin Lan was still slightly squeamish. However, since they had already undeniably crossed every conceivable line, after a brief moment of highly feigned reluctance, she happily, intimately enveloped the heavy glans. Emitting incredibly loud, wet slurping sounds, she enthusiastically utilized her highly dexterous tongue to aggressively scrape away all the sticky residue, initiating the highly thorough cleaning session.

Even she was absolutely certain she had lost her mind. He was a complete stranger she had met literally hours ago, yet why exactly was she so overwhelmingly, entirely willing to utilize her mouth to lick him? She had just been violently mouth-fucked and came inside, and now she was returning to highly cleanly lick off the disgusting remnants using her own tongue in absolute, total humiliation.

This entire scenario was systematically torturing the chastity and modesty of an incredibly traditional woman. Yet, as if inexplicably possessed by a highly erotic demon, she secretly didn't harbor a single shred of actual resentment for the act.

Zhang Wenbin continuously groaned in pure heaven, idly fondling and squeezing her two enormous, massive tits with both hands simultaneously.

He had undeniably, successfully struck absolute gold this time around. This highly demure, exceptionally beautiful widow—possessing an incredibly gentle, overly submissive disposition—was virtually the platonic ideal of the perfect, subservient wife. By having successfully, aggressively blown open her mental barriers this evening, as long as he meticulously, psychologically trained and conditioned her, an absolute mountain of limitless pleasure was eagerly awaiting him in his future.

[To be continued...]

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