The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 28 In the Wardrobe

She knew her daughter was grown and deserved her privacy—that a parent had no business spying on a child's secrets. Since the girl had entered middle school, Xu Fei had rarely set foot in her room. But people are curious by nature, and the instinct was impossible to suppress. What Zhang Wenbin had said had frightened her—and moreover, made her understand one thing with absolute clarity.

Playing clever games in front of him was entirely useless. He would see through it immediately with a contemptuous smile, because she had no doubt that he had not exaggerated even slightly. He had the means to make her—and her daughter—comply, one way or another.

Xu Fei steeled herself, and in her most yielding, honeyed pout, she said: "I'm nothing but Master's slave—what right do I have to make any decisions? Little Leguo belongs to Master just the same. I'll do whatever Master commands."

"Teacher Xu's cleverness is truly endearing—the truth is, whether you agree or not makes absolutely no difference." Zhang Wenbin chuckled pleasantly and stroked her face. "Having you, the mother, along to spy as well is what makes this so delightful. Your daughter's hidden side will give you a whole new picture of her."

"Come along. Let's slip into her room while she's still bathing—the secret is in there."

The two went upstairs one after the other and entered Yang Leguo's room. The girl's room was immaculately kept, saturated in pink from every corner—perfectly befitting a little princess. The space was extraordinarily generous, even larger than the master bedroom, with its own ensuite bathroom, a walk-in wardrobe, and a study—well over fifty square meters in all, bearing unmistakable testimony to how deeply Xu Fei adored her daughter.

This was a home, not a hotel, and the bathroom door was solid wood. They could hear the rush of water but see nothing through it.

Zhang Wenbin glanced around. "Is there somewhere we can hide?"

"This—"

Seeing that a change of clothes had already been laid out on the bed, Xu Fei led Zhang Wenbin into the walk-in wardrobe. The angle from inside was slightly awkward, but there was no door and there was room to conceal themselves, with a clear sightline to the rest of the bedroom.

"Your daughter's baths take a while, I imagine. Girls are always very thorough."

Zhang Wenbin said this as he pressed a hand down on her shoulder. Xu Fei shivered—she knew very well what he meant. Face dimpling with a coquettish flush, she said almost pleadingly, "Master, could we perhaps wait until tonight?"

Any mother would feel ashamed—they were in her daughter's room, and the daughter was bathing just behind that door. But what Zhang Wenbin wanted was precisely to revel in that shame. He watched her with a faint smile and said nothing.

Xu Fei's heart jolted; she dared not speak again. She sank to her knees before him in the darkness, reached out with delicate white hands, and slipped Zhang Wenbin's trousers down. His thick, dark cock sprang free like a red-hot iron rod.

It nearly slapped her in the face. The rich, overpowering masculine scent washed over her, and her entire body went tingly and weak. Without the slightest hesitation, she wrapped her hand around that cock and began to slowly run her tongue up the crown.

"Not bad at all, Teacher Xu—marked improvement!"

Zhang Wenbin simply stepped out of his trousers entirely, stripping himself completely bare.

Xu Fei panicked slightly—she thought he was about to take her right then and there—and she hurriedly pleaded, "Let's wait until tonight, Master. You're so powerful that I'm afraid I won't be able to keep quiet and we'll be discovered."

"Don't worry. As I've told you—you haven't yet earned the privilege of being properly fucked. I'm only undressed because I want you to give a thorough, leisurely sucking. Let's see if your technique has any room to improve."

Zhang Wenbin gave a lascivious smile, seized the straps of her nightgown with both hands and tore them apart. Without their support, the loose gown slid instantly from her body, and a pair of full, magnificent tits swung free.

They were somewhat smaller than Qin Lan's, but Xu Fei danced as well, which gave them a proud, upright roundness—in terms of shape, arguably even lovelier.

"Teacher Xu, suck it properly—I want to enjoy watching your tits sway as you move." Zhang Wenbin gave her head an encouraging stroke. Xu Fei was no blushing ingenue; she composed herself immediately, gripped the crown, and resumed her ministrations. Her pink tongue moved as though savoring a delicacy, exploring every inch of that magnificent cock without omission.

Her breathing began to grow erratic. The rich male scent was heating her body from within. Her legs shifted restlessly against each other as her sex grew subtly damp—she could feel the slick warmth already soaking through the thin fabric of her underwear.

When Zhang Wenbin tilted his hips slightly forward, she instinctively opened wider, and after her reddened lips had drawn the crown inside, she began to bob with slow, deliberate suction.

It had to be said that clever people were a pleasure to deal with. Now that she had resigned herself, she did not fidget or fuss—she deployed the feminine gift of docility to buy herself whatever advantage she could, and even knowing her game, he found it impossible to be irritated.

Zhang Wenbin leaned his back against the wall, spreading his legs with a comfortable groan. "Teacher Xu is improving quickly. Well—tell me, does my cock taste good?"

"Good—so hard and so hot… You terrible student, how on earth did you grow this? It's like a donkey's. Frightening." Xu Fei gently let the crown slip free, wrapped her soft hand around the shaft and stroked it smoothly, and trailed her lips down the full length until she was kissing the man's swinging balls.

Her tongue worked as though trying to clean every fold and crease, warm and silky and relentless, and she wrapped her lips around the skin of his sack and suckled as though threatening to swallow them whole.

Zhang Wenbin groaned with pleasure. "Teacher Xu, your daughter takes a genuinely long time in the bath. Very wasteful of water. Next time, how about I bathe with her? More eco-friendly."

Xu Fei showed not the slightest shock at this. Still suckling at the balls, she hummed indistinctly, "Whatever Master says. How about next time both the daughter and I bathe together to serve you?"

As she spoke, her panting grew increasingly wanton. Zhang Wenbin could see she was deliberately trying to provoke him into climaxing, hoping that might reduce his interest in her daughter.

He sniggered. "Teacher Xu, do you know the true pleasure of playing with a woman?"

"Oh, this one doesn't know—how could I be as clever as Master about such things?"

Xu Fei panted, took the crown back between her lips with another slow swallow, and mumbled against it, "Anyway, as long as wicked Master is happy—why not lie down, Master? I'll work on you from below while you play with my tits, won't that be nice?"

Zhang Wenbin stroked her head, then suddenly drove his hips forward, using her mouth like a tight, eager cunt, piston-thrusting steadily. He smiled down at her, "Teacher Xu, stop playing your little games. You think I'm letting my guard down right now, so you keep cooking up schemes. You're not being a good girl."

At that, Xu Fei herself noticed something odd—the bone-chilling menace he normally radiated had dimmed significantly.

As she puzzled over it, Zhang Wenbin licked his lips, pressed her head, and began thrusting into her mouth in long, measured strokes. The massive cock drove steadily deeper, the intrusion carrying an unmistakable tone of punishment.

It plunged in to nearly halfway with that first thrust. Watching the dark shaft disappear between those vivid lips was a visual pleasure of extraordinary intensity.

Xu Fei was deeply uncomfortable, trembling all over—but she forced her jaw wider with everything she had, because that massive crown was still pressing forward inch by inch.

She even reached out to grip his flexed buttocks, willing Zhang Wenbin to take more of his pleasure—and the iron-hard muscle she felt under her hands sent a jolt of heat through her despite herself.

Zhang Wenbin kept his hand at her head and continued pushing inward, his voice trembling with excitement: "Teacher, I've been restraining myself a little—there's a timid little spirit in this room, and I didn't want to alarm it. I didn't mean to mislead you."

"You know what's delightful about having a woman? Getting her to want to spread her legs herself—or better yet, spread her own daughter's legs so I can take her. That's what satisfaction feels like."

"If I just wanted to use you, I could have two ghosts possess you both, use that ghost-infant technique of yours, or simply cast a soul-seizing charm—I have more methods than I can count. But what I enjoy is the process."

Among the ten thousand resentful souls he had absorbed, there was no shortage of lechers and seducers. Zhang Wenbin had been in many ways deeply influenced by them, and had come to believe that the act of conquest should be an art form—not mere thrusting and release.

Because if it were otherwise, a poverty-stricken virgin like Zhang Wenbin would have let loose at the very first opportunity with Qin Lan—where would he have found the patience he displayed now?

These words were the plain truth, but hearing them as a mother made Xu Fei's very scalp crawl. It suddenly felt as though there was no version of this scenario that ended well for her daughter.

The man before her was nothing like the fumbling, half-aware boy she had hoped for. He was a consummate, thoroughgoing demon—one whose pleasures derived not just from the body, but from the systematic dismantling of the human soul.

"Honestly, if your daughter didn't have that delightful little secret of hers, I'm not sure I'd find her particularly interesting." "I like women like you—teacher types. Ever since your days on the music stage, I used to watch your lips and think: what a gorgeous mouth. Wouldn't it feel incredible to have it wrapped around me?"

And with those filthy words, twenty centimeters of cock pressed inward inch by inch—a soldier storming ramparts—developing her beautiful mouth, relishing the raw, unpolished oral technique of beautiful, young Teacher Xu.

The breath came out of Xu Fei in ragged, unsteady surges, her vision darkening at the edges. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her trembling tits.

Even so, she resisted nothing—instead clutched him by the buttocks, and in her own half-strangled gasping she actually helped him drive deeper into her mouth than he might have managed alone.

"Such an exceptionally clever teacher. I do like that. Ha."

She had confidence in her own allure, and couldn't quite understand why Zhang Wenbin was declining to take her properly—yet his aura of excitement and absolute assurance made it clear to her as a mother that she was not being fed a bluff.

Zhang Wenbin surely had a weapon in reserve—and whatever it was would likely not just make her willing to watch him take her daughter, but have her pleading with him to do it.

Xu Fei's head swam with apprehension whenever she let that thought surface. She prayed it was an empty threat—yet her instincts told her her prayers were worthless.

Her throat clenched around the intrusion with a violent wave of pain, stretched impossibly wide, every breath cut off. As the crown forced its way through her throat, a helpless moan escaped her and her eyes rolled back, her full body quaking.

The flesh of her throat was elastic and resilient, hugging the crown from every direction without a gap, the powerful squeezing pressure like a deep massage—combined with the scorching heat of her oral cavity, it was maddening pleasure.

Zhang Wenbin groaned with satisfaction, but just when he might have driven forward again, he stopped himself.

If he let her keep up this deep-throat technique, he wouldn't last much longer—and shooting his load into her mouth would be satisfying one moment and feel like letting her win the next. Since he intended to train this lovely woman properly, he had no intention of doing things on her terms. Otherwise, where was the fun?

Pressing her head gently, Zhang Wenbin let out a sly laugh and slowly withdrew.

A flash of surprise and reluctant frustration crossed Xu Fei's face. As the cock pulled free from her mouth, it glistened from base to crown, coated in a film of crystalline saliva that made it look more obscenely magnificent than ever.

As it left, a thin strand of saliva stretched between her lips and the tip—an image of absolute depravity. "Ah—" Released at last, Xu Fei exhaled a long breath, swayed forward, and let out a series of muffled coughs into her palm. The sensation of near-suffocation was deeply unpleasant.

But she coughed quietly, terrified of being heard—and her eyes held a new, confused emotion. She couldn't quite understand why, after subjecting herself to all of that, the man had still held back.

Zhang Wenbin paid no attention to her kneeling there, coughing softly against the floor. He smiled. "Teacher Xu, I like your intelligence and your adaptability—that doesn't mean I like your games. You think that because I've restrained myself a little, I'm feeling relaxed and easy to manipulate, don't you?"

"Master—I didn't mean anything by it—" Xu Fei's heart went cold.

It was true—something had felt off. Before, she'd been genuinely terrified of him at every moment, but now he seemed just like a normal young man, and the instinct to use every trick available to protect her daughter kept surfacing.

"What you say isn't always the truth. What you do when the moment comes—that's the real truth." Zhang Wenbin pressed his cock against her face and tapped it idly, eyes glittering with excitement. "There's no need to be afraid, either. Your little schemes bring me considerable amusement. You should count yourself lucky you were once my teacher—I've had quite a few fantasies about you, or I would have simply possessed you with that ghost-infant of yours and saved myself all this trouble."

As he was speaking, there came a sudden splash from beyond: the sound of a door opening.