The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 26 The Peak Loli

In a high-end residential complex, atop a duplex penthouse, the lilting strains of a piano drifted through the air without any worry of disturbing the neighbors. Before the floor-to-ceiling windows stood a magnificent grand piano—an outright luxury by any common standard, since even a decent mid-tier model cost as much as an apartment.

At the piano, Xu Fei sat with her lustrous hair pinned up, a picture of delicate, yielding beauty. Fresh from the bath and wearing not a touch of makeup, she still radiated the polished glow of an official's wife who had taken meticulous care of herself; her skin was as tender and smooth as a peeled hard-boiled egg.

Draped in a silk spaghetti-strap nightgown, her face serene and composed as she played softly, though her expression was distant, lost in thought. Beside the piano, a girl in a dance leotard twirled and swayed, her hair also pinned up in an especially adorable little bun.

Her fair little face was delicately pink, still holding a touch of sweet baby fat. Long lashes framed large, bright, animated eyes—a shimmering sea of stars that seemed to hold a permanent smile, drawing you in without realizing it.

A pert little nose, cherry-pink lips, exquisite features assembled into an almost breathtaking sweetness—she bore a striking resemblance to the famous Japanese idol loli Hira Yuna, even surpassing her by three points. Most devastating of all was the smile on her face; it was sweet enough to make your head spin.

Her tight dance leotard clung to every curve, revealing that her entire body was gloriously plump and soft. The twin swells on her chest were unmistakably at least a B, and her little bottom was both pert and full, radiating a kind of pure, innocent allure.

She looked to be around eighteen, standing barely over 150 centimeters—a stark contrast to the tall and statuesque Xu Fei. Yet that very daintiness bestowed upon her a different kind of fatal temptation: one part made you want to shield and protect her, another part made you want to play with this deliciously plump, petite, and adorable little treasure without restraint. She was precisely the kind of girl who could awaken the darkest, most wicked corner of your soul.

Anyone with a taste for lolis who laid eyes on her would likely see their blood pressure skyrocket with excitement.

Lost in her absent reverie at the piano, Xu Fei suddenly noticed the little loli had stopped dancing. The girl stepped forward and spoke softly: "Mom, didn't you just hit a wrong note?"

As she spoke, her little cherry lips parted and closed gently. Her voice was soft and pillowy, carrying a milky sweetness—yet beneath its affected innocence was an utterly artless, childish coyness that could ignite evil desire in an instant.

"Oh? Did I?"

Xu Fei's face flushed. The memory of last night's events flooded back, and she was decidedly out of sorts. As an accomplished musician, her piano mastery was unrivaled in all of Binhai—and yet she had just played a wrong note that even her daughter caught. That realization sent a flutter of unease through her heart.

She simply couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept drifting back to those shameful scenes of being toyed with by that man, to her anxiety over what consequences awaited her as a so-called "house slave," and to her terror of what would happen if Yang Qiang ever found out.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess. The musician who was always so serene and refined couldn't quiet her mind at all—and facing her daughter's bright, innocent smile, she even felt an inexplicable twinge of guilt.

Her daughter, Yang Leguo, tilted her head and looked at her with wide, guileless eyes, nodding earnestly. "Really, Mom. You hit a wrong note just now. I thought maybe I'd misheard the first time, so I listened very carefully this time—I'm absolutely certain. You were off by two whole tones."

Gazing at her daughter's innocent, unguarded expression and that look of childlike concern, Xu Fei felt her heart melt, and her many troubles were momentarily pushed to the back of her mind.

She pinched her daughter's cute little nose with an indulgent smile. "You have the sharpest ears. Instead of focusing on your dance practice, you're keeping tabs on whether Mama is playing correctly."

Yang Leguo let out a giggle. "Well, if you play it wrong, the dance just feels… off."

Xu Fei looked at her adorable daughter, laughing softly. "I suppose I've been a little tired from work these past two days. All right, let's stop here for today. Go take your bath."

Yang Leguo let out a little cheer, planted a kiss on her mother's cheek, and bounded up the stairs. "Thank you, Mama—love you!"

Watching her daughter's light and graceful steps, Xu Fei smiled with a warmth that spread through her chest. No matter how miserable life became, her daughter's wellbeing was all she truly cared about. As long as her daughter could grow up safe and healthy, that was worth more to her than anything.

Joy like a fruit in perpetual bloom—the name might not be poetic, but it carried the most sincere, unpretentious wish a mother could have for her child.

With her darling daughter here, this sprawling, empty house was no longer cold and lonely. The girl's laughter and chatter was more than enough to transform it into something warm, something like a home.

Then, a ghostlike voice materialized at her ear: "How touching, the loving mother and dutiful daughter. Teacher Xu, your daughter was beautiful as a little girl, and she only grows lovelier with time. A beauty like that—when she's fully grown, she'll certainly be even more gorgeous than you."

This voice came from nowhere, and Xu Fei was instantly drenched in a cold sweat. Everything from last night flashed vividly before her. That seemingly gentle voice carried with it a sinister, crawling wrongness that made her scalp prickle.

She whipped around in fright. Zhang Wenbin was already watching her with a smiling face. He clicked his tongue, saying, "Teacher Xu, that nightgown of yours is genuinely sexy. I imagine you're very relaxed at home—I'll bet you've got nothing on under it, am I right?"

It wasn't actually hard to see. The silk nightgown was exceptionally thin, and the twin peaks beneath the fabric were graced by two faintly visible, stiffened nipples. Sometimes an extra layer of cloth is far more seductive than bare skin.

Xu Fei's expression flickered before she schooled it back into soft, yielding sweetness, pouting coyly: "Master, how do you walk so silently? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Zhang Wenbin reached out and touched her face, chuckling warmly. "A clear conscience makes for a fearless heart. What is there to be afraid of?"

That touch made Xu Fei's heart lurch, but she kept her air of obedience and actively pressed her cheek against his hand, murmuring in a honeyed voice, "I'm just a woman, Master—timid by nature. And after seeing that terrifying thing last night, I was too frightened to sleep."

She was seated, and the low-cut nightgown left the valley of her cleavage plainly visible. Zhang Wenbin stood before her, looking down from above, and had a perfect view of those two lush, rounded breasts pressing together into a deep, mesmerizing line. The pale flesh trembled and swayed, dazzling to behold.

"Oh? Then it seems the fault is mine. I'll make it up to you in the sleep department."

Zhang Wenbin sniggered and slid his hand down the front of the nightgown. He grabbed hold—and sure enough, she was bare underneath. A D-cup that overflowed even his full grip, the softness of those breasts infused with the particular elasticity of a dancer's body. The feel was extraordinary.

Xu Fei let out a sound of pleasure, her face flushed. "Master's hand feels wonderful… but my daughter hasn't gone to sleep yet. Could you wait in the room for a moment? I'll go say a word to her and then come serve you properly. Better not have the little one running in and spoiling the mood."

A woman who harbors the will to kill her own husband must have a will of steel beyond the ordinary. Xu Fei felt genuine fear of something unknowable, but she clearly understood both the supernatural menace this young man possessed and the leverage he held over her—she had already abandoned any thought of resistance.

Or perhaps it was that thick, dark cock of his, saturated with potent masculinity—irresistible to a woman in the prime of her wolf-and-tiger years, who needed only the right excuse to capitulate.

Her only real worry now was her daughter. The girl, just in her first year of high school, was already the acknowledged school beauty—so sweet and adorable that she could melt hearts. If the man before her had any vile designs on this child, she was certain she would be powerless to stop him.

And that so-called father of hers… utterly useless.

"No hurry. Your daughter is just off to bathe—we have plenty of time."

Zhang Wenbin sat down beside her on the long piano bench, pulled Xu Fei up and settled her onto his lap facing away from him, breathed in the warm, fragrant scent of her freshly bathed skin, and savored the incomparable temptation of that ripe, mature body.

Both hands reached up and cupped her breasts through the fabric, kneading as he leaned down and licked her ear. "Teacher Xu, you're so tall—at least 170, right? I see Yang Qiang is close to 180 himself…"

"I… I'm 171…" Xu Fei closed her eyes and let out a low moan, her face a picture of dreamy pleasure—though her eyes crept open in narrow slits to watch the staircase, terrified her daughter might suddenly come down and see all of this.

"With heights like yours, the daughter you produced shouldn't even clear 150. Don't tell me it's some kind of genetic fluke. The girl's backside is nicely full, and her chest is already a B—just about a handful—so nutrition isn't the issue. That makes the height situation rather mysterious. Doesn't it strike you as odd?"

Xu Fei felt as though she'd been struck by lightning. She answered a little awkwardly: "Well, children grow eventually. We're not in any rush."

"Now that she's grown, she seems remarkably obedient—you must be gratified. But adolescence brings modesty and its rebellious secrets. As a mother, doesn't it tempt you to peek at your daughter's hidden life?"

"Peek?"

"Yes—peek. It's a fascinating thing, catching a glimpse of someone who has completely dropped their mask. You might truly come to know a whole hidden side of someone you think you know perfectly."

The man nuzzled her reddening ear with his lips, sending Xu Fei's thoughts swirling, his whispered words piercing straight to her soul like a sorcerer's incantation.

Her daughter was, in truth, wonderfully obedient. Yet Xu Fei had been so consumed by work that she hadn't spent much time with her lately. Though the girl seemed perfectly normal, there was something vague and nagging at the back of Xu Fei's mind—she couldn't quite put her finger on what.

"Your adorable daughter has a secret that doesn't match her charming face. Don't you want to know what it is?"

"A secret?" Xu Fei startled and went still.

Zhang Wenbin released her and smiled with perfect certainty: "Indeed. A secret that you, as her mother, would never condone—and yet could do absolutely nothing about."

Xu Fei hesitated. She was a clever woman, and she had a creeping suspicion that the man before her had an ulterior agenda. She had already steeled herself to serve him without limits—but only on the condition that she could protect her daughter in the process.

Zhang Wenbin caught every flicker of hesitation in her eyes. He kissed her cheek and said, "My dear Teacher Xu, whether I take you or take your daughter—I have no shortage of means. Frankly, I could use them right now: take your daughter right in front of you. Do you think you'd have any ability to resist?"

The words were spoken softly, gently—yet to Xu Fei they were utterly chilling, because she knew without any doubt that Zhang Wenbin was perfectly capable of it.

Zhang Wenbin moved to the side, lit a cigarette, and settled into the sofa with a smile. "Teacher's guard is quite impressive—that's a good thing, though it can sometimes tip into cleverness for its own sake. Taking you and your daughter together would be effortless. I only held back because I can see how much you love her—and there's something rather amusing about the situation—so I thought I'd give you a chance."

"Only, it seems you don't quite know how to appreciate it…"

Xu Fei snapped back to herself with a full-body shudder, scrambled to her feet, and smiled her most yielding smile. "Master, you are too generous. As your slave, everything I have belongs to you—my daughter included. I was simply a bit slow to process it all, that's all."