The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 19 Ghost Mother Unmasked

Startled, Xu Fei covered her mouth and gasped, "Wh—what happened to him? Is he alright?!"

"Playing the hypocrite is just boring."

With a casual wave of his hand, Zhang Wenbin slammed the bedroom door shut. Looking at the beautiful teacher's panicked expression, he couldn't help but sneer. "You pivot quickly, I'll give you that. I actually really enjoy this innocent face of yours. However... going to such painstaking lengths to ensure your husband dies a gruesome death—you really invested an incredible amount of effort into this."

"You... I have no idea what you're talking about."

Xu Fei’s face was etched with panic. Gritting her silver teeth, she said, "Don't spout nonsense. What exactly happened to my husband? If something happens to him, I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

Sitting casually on the edge of the incredibly soft bed, Zhang Wenbin pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Are you really that unconfident in your own methods?"

Xu Fei trembled violently. Shrinking back against the headboard, she grabbed her phone, her voice shaking in terror. "I don't know what you're talking about! If you dare try anything, I'm calling the police!"

Zhang Wenbin laughed shortly. Turning to look at her with piercing, radiant eyes, he said, "Calling the police is certainly the right line of thought. After all, the law can't intervene in certain... supernatural matters. However, if this Yang fellow found out exactly what was going on, I'm afraid your future days would become exceptionally unpleasant."

"What... what the hell are you talking about? I don't understand."

Her face a mask of panic, Xu Fei said, almost hysterically, "You... get out, right now! All these superstitious ghost stories are pure bullshit... Old Yang is just confused. Don't think for a second that I'll fall for your tricks too!"

Having lost his patience for her stubborn sophistry, Zhang Wenbin merely gave a wicked smile. "Teacher Xu, I'm not in the mood to waste breath on you anymore."

"Your husband is currently my house slave. Naturally, I must look after my slave's affairs. It seems you don't even know if the vile things you did actually worked. I don't mind broadening your horizons to show you the truth."

With that, Zhang Wenbin raised his finger, and a bead of cinnabar shot forward, sinking precisely into the center of her forehead.

Xu Fei felt a sudden chill. She didn't know the source of the freezing sensation—it felt as though it circulated through her marrow before instantly piercing her eyes, causing an uncontrollable shudder to wrack her body.

The cold made her body ache, but as she regained her senses and looked around, she was utterly stupefied. Subconsciously backing against the wall, she trembled so violently she couldn't speak.

Because she could clearly see the dead infant sitting atop the unconscious Yang Xiong's head! The dead infant, which had seemingly always been asleep, suddenly yawned just like a normal child and came alive. Rubbing its eyes, it smiled at her! Had it been a living child, the smile would have been adorable and endearing, but at this moment, it was anomaly incarnate.

The little dead infant slowly crawled under the bed, letting out a roar that sounded simultaneously joyful and vaguely dissatisfied—a piercing noise like shattering glass.

Raising his hand, Zhang Wenbin said lightly, "The little toy seems a bit dissatisfied. Did you fail to feed it your breast milk? As a Ghost Mother, failing to feed a Ghost Child during the Zishi (midnight hour) makes you thoroughly unqualified."

As he dropped his hand, Xu Fei felt her hair stand on end in absolute terror. Out of thin air, a pitch-black thread had appeared! One end was completely tethered to her and the unconscious Yang Xiong on the floor, while the other extended straight into the wardrobe... meaning it was connected to the Ghost Infant she had just witnessed for the first time.

The black thread was wrapped tightly around her neck. It had to be said, the visual very much resembled a slave wearing a collar.

"This... this actually works..." Xu Fei was so frightened her mind went blank. Perhaps she'd never truly believed this heretical black magic would genuinely have an effect.

Ignoring the black thread entirely, Zhang Wenbin looked straight at her and said, "Your Ghost Child is hungry right now. You'd better feed it until it's full."

"If my eyes don't deceive me, this little creature was born of Yin directed toward Yang. It must be fed milk and acknowledge its mother at the designated hours. Don't blame me for not warning you—if you starve this little thing, the moment it suffers a backlash, it will rip your life away."

At this point, Xu Fei closed her eyes and dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. She reached under the bed to grope around, clearly terrified of touching the terrifying Ghost Infant.

Posed like this on her hands and knees, she looked exactly as though she were kneeling, waiting to be ruthlessly entered from behind. Her full, prominent buttocks were tipped high into the air, swaying gently with her movements. Because she was trembling in terror, she unintentionally exuded a radically different, breathtakingly alluring seduction.

Even though he hadn't attended many of her classes, Zhang Wenbin remembered that Xu Fei, the music teacher, always wore skirts to school. Beneath those tight skirts, her buttocks were incredibly plump and perky. When she walked, they swayed from side to side, sparking endless, dirty fantasies among the students. Who wouldn't want to test their world-class elasticity?

Zhang Wenbin felt his heart race and his hands grow hot. Unable to resist, he reached out and forcefully squeezed one of those perfectly round cheeks.

"Ah—!" Already terrified out of her wits, Xu Fei jumped in fright. She scrambled sideways on her hands and knees to hide—not with the bashfulness of someone being toiled with, but purely because seeing the Ghost Infant had traumatized her so thoroughly.

Being a woman, the sheer terror finally broke her. Xu Fei burst into tears. Backing up against the bedside table, shivering uncontrollably, she held a small bowl roughly the size of a dipping saucer. It was pitch black, covered in numerous blood-red runic inscriptions.

"Don't... don't scare me!" Her face pale as a sheet, the way she bit her lower lip was overwhelmingly pitiable. Her entire body convulsed with spasms, clearly frightened half to death.

Zhang Wenbin smiled and squatted in front of her. Sniffing his palm, he caught the faint, alluring scent of mature, fragrant female flesh. He couldn't help licking his lips. "Teacher Xu, your ass is just as plump as I imagined. Your figure is even better now than when you were a teacher."

Crying uncontrollably, Xu Fei wiped her tears and stammered, "You... you know me?"

"Hehe, you taught me before. But since you forgot, it doesn't really matter anymore."

Zhang Wenbin snatched the small bowl from her hands. Inspecting it closely, he said, "I never expected beautiful Teacher Xu to be an absolute femme fatale. Your methods are even more venomous than Pan Jinlian's."

By now, Xu Fei was terrified into silence, biting her lip so hard it almost bled. She shivered endlessly, not daring to utter a single word, because the Ghost Infant had crawled out from under the bed! It circled the small bowl, looking around anxiously.

"The black magic of the South Seas really operates on an interesting principle. For this spell, the infant must have died less than a month after birth—something extraordinarily difficult to procure. After finding the corpse, it takes almost an entire year of utilizing an array of vile techniques to cultivate a Ghost Infant. This bowl was carved directly from the infant's cranial bone. Every day when you feed it, you drip your breast milk directly into this bowl, correct?"

"And to make the Ghost Infant latch onto Yang, during the very first feeding, you burned a lock of his hair or some other personal effect into ash and placed it in the bowl along with the milk."

Listening to this, Xu Fei was dumbfounded. Trembling in absolute emotional collapse, she stuttered out, "How... how do you know all this?"

Smiling, Zhang Wenbin held the bowl up. Looking at the Ghost Infant crying out for food beside it, he said, "Now, here is the problem. The bowl is in my hands. If you don't feed it soon, it will turn on you and suffer a backlash. I’m sure the person who taught you this black magic explicitly warned you about this, didn't they?"

The sorcerer who cast the spell had undoubtedly lectured her endlessly, giving her thousands of warnings and explicitly informing her what the consequences would be.

Xu Fei—who had just been weeping helplessly—instantly changed her expression. She sat up in panic and cried, "Quick! Give the bowl back to me!"

Zhang Wenbin sat on the bed, effortlessly dodging her grasp. Placing a finger to his lips in a 'shush' gesture, he said, "Teacher Xu, keep your voice down. It wouldn't be good if you woke your child, would it? Besides, your husband is still unconscious on the floor. Don't make such a racket."

Frantic, on the brink of tears once more, Xu Fei grabbed Zhang Wenbin's leg and begged, "Teacher begs you! Please, give the bowl back! If I don't feed it, I'll suffer a fate worse than death! I beg you!"

"Strip!!"

Xu Fei thought she had misheard. Zhang Wenbin merely smiled at her without saying another word.

At a matter of life and death, Xu Fei gritted her teeth and hurriedly began taking off her clothes. In her frantic rush, she actually snapped one of her shoulder straps. Entirely ignoring her modesty, she rapidly scrambled out of her silk nightgown.

A pair of incredibly plump, massive breasts practically bounced out into the open air—easily a D-cup. Their shape was a perfectly flawless hemisphere, astonishingly luscious and full. The areolas were so tiny they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and the delicate nipples, the size of soybeans, were a vibrant, alluring rose-red.

Her flat abdomen showed no trace of excess fat. A pair of white lace panties protected her most private area. Having studied music, she also loved dancing, giving her an absolutely fantastic figure with long, exquisite legs that did not lose out in the slightest to young, beautiful supermodels.

As the opulent wife of an official, she maintained herself exceptionally well. The skin covering her body was utterly flawless and as tender as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.

Zhang Wenbin felt his throat burn. Unable to hold back, he reached out, grabbing one of her massive breasts and giving it a heavy squeeze. Panting roughly, he said, "Teacher is maintained incredibly well. You haven't given birth in years, yet you actually still produce milk? Let me check."

Saying this, Zhang Wenbin pinched her nipple directly. Xu Fei shivered in pain but didn't dare resist. From the vibrant red little nipple, a beautiful drop of milk—as perfectly white as cow's milk—slowly squeezed out.

"Teacher, how do you still have milk? Haha!" Letting the milk drip lazily onto the bedsheets, Zhang Wenbin continued fiercely kneading her breasts, deeply enjoying the unique sensation.

Both women possessed massive, plump breasts, but the flavors were entirely different. Qin Lan's were as unbelievably soft as water balloons, whereas Xu Fei's carried the firm, robust elasticity of someone who loved exercising. Though slightly smaller in comparison, they offered their own incredibly distinct, superior sensation.

"I beg you, let me feed it first. I don't want to die!" Xu Fei was frantic.

Her breasts were being wantonly molested and played with, but she genuinely didn't have the luxury of feeling bashful! Because right beside them, the Ghost Infant was glaring covetously. The filthy creature was growing angry from hunger. Ceaselessly opening its mouth, it circled the small bowl, growing increasingly violent and agitated.

Pulling her into his arms, Zhang Wenbin had her face away from him, deeply enjoying the sensation of her smooth, tender skin pressing against his chest as his hands aggressively grabbed and fondled her breasts without holding back.

The small bowl sat right in front of them. Disregarding her shame, Xu Fei instinctively scrambled her body to reach it, but Zhang Wenbin maliciously and forcefully kneaded her breasts. Drops of breast milk slowly leaked from her nipples, entirely missing the bowl and dripping uselessly onto the bed.

Next to the small bowl, the Ghost Infant—driven frantic with hunger—grew restless and violent. Opening its mouth, it seemed to be screaming silently. An infant's mouth shouldn't have teeth, yet inside the Ghost Infant's maw, sharp, vicious fangs were visibly sprouting.

The Gu master had strictly warned her: When the Ghost Child grows fangs, it is the omen that it will begin to consume its Ghost Mother.

Seeing the Ghost Child's eyes gradually turn blood-red, tears cascaded down Xu Fei's face. Completely ignoring Zhang Wenbin's vile, molesting actions, she cried out and begged for mercy: "I beg you, please drip the milk into the bowl! Otherwise, it... it will fucking kill me..."

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