The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 32 Mother Below, Father Above

She tried to moan at strategic moments, but the deliberate sounds felt weak — nowhere near as provocative as the small, stifled whimpers drawn from her sleeping daughter by the groping above. Even those soft, suppressed gasps were enough to make her — the mother — feel affected.

Xu Fei bobbed faster, eyes shut in shame, pretending not to see. But she could see it all too clearly: Zhang Wenbin's hand sliding along her daughter's lower back, down past her waist, cupping the snow-white, pink-flushed bottom, then gently parting her thighs.

A weight settled on her shoulder — a shudder ran through her — because even without looking, she understood: her daughter's legs had been spread, and one small foot planted on her own shoulder to hold the position open.

"Forgive me, Teacher. Your daughter doesn't know how to cooperate, so you're the one putting in extra effort." Zhang Wenbin was already breathing hard, his words coming between pants. "Teacher, your daughter's skin is remarkably soft. And I've just noticed her chest is especially sensitive. She's been at it barely a minute — wouldn't you like to see how wet she's gotten?"

He bit down lightly on the pink bud. It was clearly the loli's most sensitive point — asleep, she immediately let out a cry, different from the shy little sounds before.

It carried nothing girlish or cute. But it hit something deep, something that went past the ears and straight to the spine.

Xu Fei's eyes flew open before she thought to stop them. What she saw made her nearly break. She froze, the head of him still held between her lips.

Her daughter's thighs had been parted, and the pink, tender little pussy — perhaps exposed for the first time this way — was shaped like a plump little bun, the fat lips pressed neatly together with barely a seam visible, showing nothing but a faint crease.

Visible to the naked eye: that snow-white, ethereal pussy was already glistening. A drop or two of sweet dew had gathered at the barely-there cleft.

Xu Fei stared, transfixed. From below came Zhang Wenbin's hand, no longer satisfied with bottom alone. It advanced like a conqueror into this virgin territory, flexing and preening before her eyes.

His rough palm stroked forward — she knew from experience exactly what kind of sensation that caused. Under her helpless gaze, the man's calloused hand settled over her daughter's drenched little pussy like an occupying force.

"Teacher, your daughter's making just as much as you did."

Zhang Wenbin said it — and rolled his hips upward, groaning — "Don't go blank on me now. You're allowed to watch, but keep working."

Xu Fei took him back in and resumed, the man's dense presence filling her senses and making her own skin flare with heat. She cursed herself in silence. Why am I like this? Why does watching my daughter get treated this way make it so much worse for me?

The room grew stifling. Her eyes glazed over. She couldn't stop watching. After everything that had already happened tonight — rise and fall, terror and shame — and now, watching her precious daughter being toyed with in the most brazen possible way — she found she no longer knew whether to hate this man or not.

"Teacher, you and your daughter have very similar little pussies. If you don't believe me, hold a mirror up for yourself sometime. Like mother, like daughter."

Zhang Wenbin made a thoroughly satisfied sound and, one hand working the loli's breasts, used the other to prop her legs even wider — then used two fingers to gently press the fat lips apart, making that single fine seam bloom into something more explicit.

The inner flesh was a stunning, vivid pink, slick and gleaming with arousal, the scent that rose from it dense and heady. With the lips peeled back, a small bead of flesh — barely the size of a soybean — was now visible, trembling.

Xu Fei's mind went entirely white. Her breath locked. Thought dissolved.

She was her daughter's mother — the person closest to her in the world — but her daughter had grown past the age of childish nudity, and how long had it been since she'd seen her daughter undressed? Let alone watching it spread open like this in front of her face.

"Teacher, your daughter's voice when she comes — I imagine it'll be extraordinary…"

Zhang Wenbin was practically vibrating with excitement. His finger pressed down hard on that trembling little bead, and the loli's whole body jolted — she let out a small, milky ah— from somewhere deep in unconscious sleep.

"Ah— ya—!!"

The moment her mouth fell open, what came out wasn't words — just pure, unfocused sound, like a sleepy murmur, more real and raw than anything rehearsed, slamming into the ears with an almost electric force.

Zhang Wenbin's fingers kept working, his breathing now ragged, thoroughly enjoying the feel of this tender body squirming weakly against his chest in what appeared to be helpless, instinctive shyness.

Xu Fei gawked. When the massive cock in her mouth gave an excited jump, she understood there was nothing more she could do — and lowered her head again, gripping him and resuming the pull.

"Mnnh—" A muffled cry from the loli, half-sob, half-moan. Even to her own ears as a woman, Xu Fei knew that sound meant exactly what it looked like: pleasure, real and raw.

She didn't want to look. She looked anyway — a single glance from the side — and the obscene sight nearly cracked her open as a mother.

Her daughter's milky little moans cut off sharp. Zhang Wenbin, unable to bear looking at that pink cherry mouth any longer, had sealed it with his own again. Earlier when he'd kissed her she'd been completely inert — boring, almost. But now, with every sensitive point on her body worked by his rough hands, her young body was meeting experiences it had never once imagined. Its responses were enormous.

This time when he kissed her, he could feel her small tongue moving against his — instinct, not intention — and he immediately caught it, drawing with audible pleasure, reveling in the shock of a kiss that kissed back, even if from a body that wasn't consciously there.

Her small mouth being kissed. Her breasts being freely kneaded. His fingers continuing to work the tender little pussy beneath. Three points of assault, simultaneous, unrelenting — the loli's whole body could not stop shaking.

With an entire council of lecherous souls schooling him from the inside, Zhang Wenbin's technique with women was something else entirely for a technical virgin. This young and tender body stood no chance.

Holding the daughter freely while the mother went a little frantic in his lap — the combination of stimulation was overwhelming even for Zhang Wenbin's control.

He'd been hard and aching all evening, frustration held barely in check. In that volatile atmosphere, his body began to contract — muscles locking, tension coiling — pleasure blazing outward from the back of his skull through every limb.

His central pulse pounded. The gathering force expanded until he opened his mouth and let out a hoarse, low roar.

Xu Fei felt the cock in her mouth leaping with excitement. She took it as her cue, sped up her pull, and let go of all other thoughts — her free hand gently cradling the man's tightening, twitching sac, the other finding its way lower, fingertips scraping delicately at the rim of his back entrance.

She had no formal experience. But a mature woman knows instinctively how to make a man feel good. And Zhang Wenbin — still technically a virgin — had no defenses whatsoever against that full-spectrum assault.

"Ah— Faster."

Zhang Wenbin gave a rough shout, released the loli, pushed himself upright, and grabbed Xu Fei's head with both hands — driving his hips, forcing himself deeper through her lips with each thrust.

Not just faster — each plunge bottomed out. Xu Fei made a pained sound in her throat but didn't resist. She'd already had her deep-throat instincts unlocked. She bore down, trying to hold him as tightly as possible, wanting to give him the most complete release she could.

Shk— The glans buried itself into her throat again. The enormous thing began pulsing violently, and a surge of scalding seed erupted forward.

The instant she felt it, Zhang Wenbin let out a ragged, soul-deep groan — went rigid — stopped moving.

The pleasure at the moment of release was indescribable. After a brief pause, he gripped her head and thrust a few times more, the follow-on waves wracking him in quaking aftershocks.

Xu Fei was nearly suffocating. She swallowed frantically, working down everything she could — and somehow, amid the arousal flooding her senses, there was none of the revulsion she'd expected. Not even a trace.

Then she could breathe. Xu Fei sat there for a moment with black spots at the edges of her vision, head hanging, gasping, saliva running off her chin in thin strings alongside a few pale smears she hadn't managed to swallow.

"Teacher — look at how uncomfortable your daughter is…"

A voice like a nightmare. Xu Fei hauled herself up and looked.

Her daughter's snow-pale body had flushed red all over, a faint sheen of perspiration rising on her skin. The little girl's brow was pinched, her small face unhappy, and her compact body was squirming with uneasy restlessness.

"The little darling is so sensitive, isn't she? She was worked up beautifully just now, and the moment it stopped, she couldn't bear it. Teacher, you're a woman — I'm sure you remember exactly what it's like to be that far along and suddenly left hanging."

The loli was now lying on her side. Zhang Wenbin knelt in front of her, and the massive cock — still slick with Xu Fei's seed and saliva — he pressed into that cherry-pink little mouth and began to pump, slow and deliberate.

The loli made a pained mnh—, and Zhang Wenbin exhaled with satisfaction: he hadn't finished entirely, and the residual load continued to pulse out with each thrust into this small, soft mouth.

"Teacher — your daughter's mouth is a little small, but it fits nicely all the same. One day you'll need to teach her how to properly pleasure a man. I'm looking forward to watching this little one grow."

Zhang Wenbin took his time, savoring the view from above — his cock sliding in and out of that pink little mouth — and faintly visible inside, his white seed churned with each pass. The sight made his pulse spike.

Xu Fei watched her baby girl being used like this, and something in her went bright red and wet. She balled her fists — eyes going to her daughter's desk.

There was a craft scissors on it. In that moment she genuinely wanted to pick it up and take this beast down with her. But her eyes landed on the Black Silkworm on her daughter's forehead, and every shred of courage evaporated.

When he'd finally emptied himself, Zhang Wenbin sat back, still not quite satisfied. He withdrew slowly and looked back at Xu Fei with a dark, languid smile. "Teacher. Why are you just sitting there? Come here."

Xu Fei crawled over slowly, guilt making her avert her eyes, refusing to look directly at her daughter.

The loli was breathing hard now, unconsciously swallowing the strange substance in her mouth — though traces of it remained, visible at her lips and the corner of her pretty, innocent face, making her look both more wrong and more heartbreaking at once.

Without a word, Xu Fei reached for the cock and bent down, taking into her mouth — the one that had just unloaded inside her daughter's mouth, still carrying her daughter's saliva — and proceeded to clean it.

The degradation was real. But she had no way to fight it. Her pride, her arrogance — she felt both being slowly shredded. The only thing left to do was not antagonize this man.

Zhang Wenbin made a satisfied sound. Watching her submit more and more completely, he couldn't keep the smugness from rising. "Very obedient, Teacher. Got every drop. Does it taste good?"

"Good. Master's seed… tastes the best."

Xu Fei murmured it with him still in her mouth — then kept going, working all the way down to the sac, licking clean whatever remained from him and whatever else he'd accumulated.

Zhang Wenbin leaned back against the headboard and gathered the unconscious loli into his arms again — pulled her upward, one hand working her small breasts, mouth closing around the other nipple to suckle gently.

She still had his seed in her mouth, so he didn't want to kiss her. Instead he worked mouth and hands both on her chest — softer than before, now that the edge had been taken off.

"Itchy — ah—" The loli, eyes still shut, face flushed pink, released another instinctive moan. Zhang Wenbin gave a wicked grin and gestured for Xu Fei to come closer. He wrapped an arm around her, palmed one of her full breasts, and squeezed both — mother and daughter, one in each hand — relishing the different textures.

Xu Fei's expression was quietly despairing, but her voice came out coquettish. "Master, you're sweating. Shall I draw you a bath?"

"No rush. Didn't I just say — your daughter is suffering. You're her mother. You should do something about that."