The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 27 The Slave's Proof

As she moved toward him, a cold, bone-deep chill radiated from Zhang Wenbin's eyes—the kind that made you feel the cold in your very marrow.

Xu Fei had assumed that her seamless performance would fool him—he was only a teenager, after all. But in that moment she felt dread that came from the depths of her soul.

His cock was hard as iron, stretching the front of his trousers into a prominent tent—and yet, with his blood clearly roused, he hadn't given in to desire and pressed the advantage. He simply sat there, watching her with an expression of cool disapproval.

This was not how an impulsive young man was supposed to behave. Xu Fei even began to doubt her own allure. But after everything she had witnessed, the pretense of self-delusion had to end—the boy before her was no ordinary person.

With barely a flicker of hesitation, she sank to her knees. Breathing hard and shallow, she crawled toward him slowly, and when she reached him, her head bowed so low it felt too heavy to lift. "Master… I… I won't try to be clever again."

With that, she thought of the only way she knew to please him. Kneeling before Zhang Wenbin, her hands trembling, she reached for the man's trousers.

To take that thick, dark cock between her lips, to shamelessly use every trick she had to pleasure it, to offer every inch of her body in devotion—perhaps that was the only thing she could truly do.

The weak and helpless feminine side she had buried long ago stirred fully awake. Xu Fei told herself this story, and whether by coincidence or self-deception, she felt herself trembling with anticipation for that rich, overwhelming masculine scent.

But before her fingers could find purchase on the trousers, a sharp crack across her face sent her tumbling sideways onto the floor.

Xu Fei's expression was one of pure shock—yet not the slightest trace of anger crossed her face. She scrambled back immediately, knelt upright in a deep prostrating bow, hands flat on the floor, her voice trembling:

"The fault is Fei-slave's. Without Master's permission, Fei-slave has no right to taste Master's cock."

This woman's acting was superb—whether it was genuine submission or calculated performance hardly mattered. The cowering vulnerability she displayed in that moment was deeply satisfying.

Zhang Wenbin planted his foot squarely on the back of her neck, still speaking in that gentle, unhurried tone. "A teacher is still a teacher—clever enough to please even as a slave. Your little schemes are occasionally annoying, but at a critical moment you know how to be flexible. Without that spine, you'd never have had the courage to plot your own husband's death."

For a woman born of absolute privilege, being made to grovel on the floor with someone's foot on the back of her head would be the most crushing humiliation imaginable—most people would have dissolved into tears at this point, because this was a degradation no normal person could bear.

And yet Xu Fei only shivered. Not a trace of anger or resistance. One could only imagine the terrifying dominance Zhang Wenbin held over her.

From another perspective, this woman possessed an almost incomprehensible strength of will. She presented to you a picture of absolute, yielding submission, which could lull even the most suspicious aggressor into complacency.

This woman was dangerous. An ordinary pretty face, no matter how attractive, was never capable of toppling kingdoms—only one whose mind surpassed all rivals could become a true femme fatale. By her performance, she had more than qualified.

Zhang Wenbin's smile widened rather than narrowed. "Teacher Xu, you've clearly been carrying deep grievances for a long time. Since you know well enough how to behave as a house slave, I'll give you the chance."

"Lift your head."

Xu Fei slowly knelt upright. Gifted by nature with an excellent figure and honed by years of music and dance, she knew exactly how to command her body's movements.

In that posture, the lush, scorching curves of her mature body were thrown into vivid relief—her breasts proud and full beneath the gown, her form alone enough to drive a man to madness, to want to ride and conquer that voluptuous, intoxicating flesh without restraint.

This was a smoldering, whorish energy that no man had ever sampled before. With his cock standing thick and hard, no man alive could have resisted.

And yet Xu Fei froze with anxiety. The man before her only regarded her coldly, then slowly raised his foot and extended it toward her face—not a single word, just that mocking, waiting gaze.

Xu Fei's eyes clouded with a soft, inviting mist. Without a word of prompting, she knew exactly what was expected of her.

A man's foot—rough, bearing the particular musk of male sweat, a little sourish from the summer heat, smudged with a trace of earth—not unclean per se, but certainly nothing anyone would call hygienic.

And yet Xu Fei cradled it in both hands with a face of absolute devotion and reverence, as though she held a sacred relic, and pressed it against her breasts.

This woman's depths were immeasurable—she never let her true feelings show. Maintaining that same sensually flushed expression, she parted those vivid crimson lips without a moment's hesitation and drew his toes inside, suckling them with a face of complete and utter bliss.

Zhang Wenbin felt a bolt of excitement, though he kept his expression perfectly neutral—lit another cigarette and watched her performance with lordly ease.

Xu Fei took each toe between her lips and suckled it clean. Her soft, agile tongue did not spare the crevices between the toes, and she even licked the sole of his foot with a feverish relish, showing not the smallest sign of distaste—behaving as though she were savoring a rare delicacy bestowed from above.

Throughout the entire display, her expression never betrayed the slightest discomfort. The woman who had once reigned supreme had apparently surrendered to the role of foot-licker with remarkably smooth equanimity.

Zhang Wenbin saw through her mind and chuckled, using his foot to tease her soft, agile tongue. "Teacher Xu, you've surpassed even my expectations. Honestly, even Yang Qiang doesn't have a fraction of your fortitude."

Xu Fei shivered but made no reply—she simply continued lapping at his teasing toes with her tongue, her docility unshaken.

"It seems your secrets are plentiful. But I have no interest in digging for them."

Zhang Wenbin lowered his foot. She kissed the sole, still on her knees, and shivered as he rose to stand over her. He looked down at her from above. "Your performance earns a provisional pass. Now your Master will give you an opportunity. Do you want to know your daughter's secret?"

Provisional pass—no, not even close to a pass. This woman's iron will was starting to unnerve even Zhang Wenbin. She remained in a position of complete submission, bearing any humiliation without resistance—this kind of will was utterly impervious to easy erosion. She might be physically powerless, but her soul was enormously strong.

To destroy that strength—it suddenly struck him as a far more interesting project than simply possessing her body. His wicked side stirred, and Zhang Wenbin found a new form of amusement.

Still kissing his foot, Xu Fei raised her eyes with a look of wide innocence. "Master, she's just a child—what kind of secrets could she possibly have?"

"Self-deception is a fine habit. At least it spares you a great deal of pain."

Zhang Wenbin regarded her coolly. "You don't need to know. I won't trouble myself with it. Whether I take you or take her makes no difference to me."

"Master, I was wrong. Please don't be angry."

Xu Fei immediately bowed her head again, kissing his foot—the kind of submission that would fool almost anyone. Zhang Wenbin smiled inwardly, thinking that bending women to his will was laughably easy now that he had inherited the System's abilities. He had countless methods to deploy.

But with a woman of such rare, unyielding character, it was far more interesting to dismantle her piece by piece—to find his pleasure in the slow, deliberate work of it. Zhang Wenbin kicked her roughly aside. Xu Fei started, a flash of confusion and anxiety crossing her face. She genuinely couldn't understand how this boy could resist her charms—such abject, humiliating capitulation should have stoked any man's desire.

The tent in Zhang Wenbin's trousers was still pitched high, but he was not ruled by it.

He raised a hand. At the tip of his finger, a drop of crimson blood appeared—suspended in the air, rotating slowly, radiating a sinister, spine-chilling wrongness.

"This isn't a bewitchment technique, nor is it illusion. Feel free to doubt—that's your own business."

Zhang Wenbin licked his lips. "I want to take you and your daughter both. I have soul-seizing and spirit-possessing arts at my disposal—I could order a ghost into your daughter's body and have my fun. But your behavior has been, impressively, somewhat satisfying—so I'll offer you a choice."

"See?"

"Or not see?"

The ever-obedient Xu Fei trembled violently. She glanced up at the floor above. The sounds from upstairs now told her that her daughter had entered the bathroom to bathe, and the click of that door echoed through the corridor.

The walls of Xu Fei's psyche cracked from within. She grabbed Zhang Wenbin's leg with both arms, her expression shifting from perfect compliance to something panicked and desperate: "Master—what exactly are you saying? What choice am I supposed to make?!"

"Look, or don't look—your choice. Only one chance."

Zhang Wenbin's face was radiantly gentle, his smile sunny and utterly benign—like a picture of harmless innocence.

And yet Xu Fei's skin crawled with a primal dread. In that instant, her instincts whispered the truth to her: for a creature like this, sex and carnal submission were trivial amusements. Threesome seductions, mother-and-daughter affairs—mere parlor tricks. What he savored now was something beyond pure carnal lust. He craved the torture of the human soul.

Xu Fei's face went pale with fear. Clutching Zhang Wenbin's leg, she asked in a small voice, "Master… if I choose wrong, what happens?"

"Nothing much. I won't intervene. At most, your daughter's soul will be scattered to the winds."

Zhang Wenbin kept his smile, then added apologetically: "That's not quite accurate. More precisely—your daughter may have her soul scattered. Her physical body would remain. We just wouldn't know what kind of being would eventually inhabit it."

"But that's all right. Anything powerful enough to occupy your daughter's body would certainly know how to be grateful—and would be happy to use that soft, tender little form to please me."

Zhang Wenbin inhaled through his nose with a connoisseur's satisfaction. "The scent I've caught doesn't lie. If I weren't rather curious about what's in there, I could simply send any ghost I pleased into your daughter's body and enjoy her without any fuss. No need to go through this much trouble."