The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 29 The Blood Robe

Xu Fei startled and went silent. She peered instinctively through the gap between the wardrobe doors. Zhang Wenbin's gaze was drawn by the same sound.

The bathroom door had swung open. Yang Leguo emerged, humming a little tune and bouncing lightly, hopped straight onto the bed, and wriggled into a pair of underwear—pure white, small, covering the shy and barely budding landscape of an adolescent girl.

She considered the nightgown for a moment, then pushed it aside. In her own room, she evidently found it cumbersome—it never even occurring to her that her mother might be watching from a shadowy corner alongside a stranger.

She stood barely under 150 centimeters, every inch of her soft and plush—her skin pale as a freshly peeled egg, flawless, the kind of fine, pampered complexion that only comes from a charmed childhood. After bathing, she'd tied her hair into a small, breezy pony-tail, and the bloom in her cheeks made her even more endearingly pretty. The twin swells on her chest—B-cup, round and full as little buns, both in shape and firmness quite perfect.

The areolas were almost invisible; the nipples—pale, pink, like little motes of rice—adorned those tender yet full breasts like tiny decorations. The effect was irresistibly cute, and stirred an almost uncontrollable urge to handle them recklessly.

The warmth of her bath showed in the rosy flush that had spread across her little face and softened her lips to the color of pale cherry blossoms—making her look even sweeter and more delectable. One could only want to scoop up that petite, yielding little body and do anything one pleased with it.

"So white—like a porcelain doll. Soft and well-nourished. B cups already, even if the height didn't come through—the nutrition all went to the chest. This child's development is really quite…pleasing."

Zhang Wenbin's breathing was rough. He watched Yang Leguo with eyes lit with hunger—and beyond the appreciation of her body, he felt a surge of deeper satisfaction: just as the Godfather System had surmised, this adorable little loli was a Yin-body female.

A shade of grief crossed Xu Fei's face. As a mother, her feelings were a tangle of shame and sadness. Her daughter's untouched body had just been looked at so thoroughly by this man.

She could feel the cock against her cheek give a single hard throb—unmistakably a reaction to excitement. The bitterness in Xu Fei's heart deepened, but she dared not interfere. She quietly closed her hand around it and began to lave it with her tongue.

The only remaining hope of shielding her daughter was to seduce this man as thoroughly as possible, to drain his appetite on her own body.

As she was about to take the crown between her lips again, Zhang Wenbin stopped her, drew her upright, pressed his lips to her ear, and murmured, "Teacher Xu—now watch what your good little daughter gets up to. I promise it will open your eyes very wide."

At those words, Xu Fei's heart clenched. The smile on his face was strange, edged with a certain private satisfaction—a self-satisfied anticipation that made her feel deeply uneasy.

She recalled what Zhang Wenbin had told her before. She believed he truly did have every means necessary to toy with her and her daughter at will—and she believed he hadn't used them simply because it would have stripped away too much of the entertainment.

The entertainment. Xu Fei had stopped caring about any of that. What frightened her most—the point this mother's mind had finally arrived at—was simply this: if he thought something was interesting, it was almost certainly nothing good.

Xu Fei pressed herself to the narrow gap in the wardrobe door and peered out, trembling—curious, yet afraid—to see what secret her daughter had been keeping.

Zhang Wenbin stood close behind her, both hands on her hips, kneading the full, mature cheeks—savoring the lush resilience of a grown woman's figure, the softness layered over the springiness that years of dance had built beneath. The feel was extraordinary.

He pressed himself against her back—one hand reached around, nudged her legs apart, slipped beneath the lace waistband, and began to explore her sex with a slow, deliberate stroke. Not a single hair on her mound, perfectly smooth.

By now her pussy was soaked through the fabric—warm and copious and unspeakably obscene. Zhang Wenbin lowered his mouth to her reddened ear. "Teacher, you're absolutely drenched. That aroused just from sucking your master's cock?"

"Master's cock smells so good… smelling it already makes me desperate to be fucked."

Xu Fei let out a barely-audible moan—fighting to keep quiet, terrified of her daughter hearing—and pressed her hips back against him to grind softly against that cock, swaying just slightly.

"What undying maternal love—here you are, still trying to seduce me into taking you instead. Very touching. But, Teacher, I've already told you—you haven't earned that privilege. If I catch you at one more little scheme before I've given my permission… I'll make you both beg before I'm done with you."

Zhang Wenbin was hard with a physical ache. His left index finger found her tender, swollen little clit and began to work it in slow circles.

At that touch, a wave of tingling pleasure crackled through Xu Fei's entire body. She barely swallowed the cry, biting hard on her lip, eyes wet with pleading. "Master—please, don't—not yet—you're too good at this—I'm afraid I'll lose control—"

"A moment ago you were desperate to be screwed, and now you're the model of restraint. Is it because you're afraid your daughter will discover that her mother is being brought to multiple orgasms by a stranger?"

Zhang Wenbin smiled with wry amusement and quietly withdrew his fingers from her underwear.

Xu Fei let out a relieved breath. When Zhang Wenbin had spoken just then, his voice had remained soft and gentle as ever—yet beneath that gentleness had been a thread of cold, familiar menace. That particular expression she recognized. That bone-chilling, otherworldly darkness.

Beg before I'm done with you… Xu Fei knew it was no idle threat. It told her something else as well: her attempts at seduction and manipulation had begun to wear on his patience.

While Xu Fei's mind was in turmoil, she felt a sudden coolness between her legs—her soaked underwear had been torn off and discarded. The last thing covering her modesty was gone, and now she too was entirely bare.

Xu Fei did not fidget. She only let out a flushed, breathless protest: "Master… didn't You say… I haven't earned that yet?!"

Hair loose around her, face flushed deeply, eyes glazed with a shimmering mist—she was extraordinarily beautiful in this moment. Her full, voluptuous body was slicked with fine drops of fragrant perspiration, radiating a spell-binding femininity.

The man's rough, burning hand covered her smooth, pale sex. It was already slicked with a glaze of arousal, scalding hot to the touch, filling the confined space with a thick atmosphere of hormones.

Zhang Wenbin used two fingers to gently part the soft, plump lips and slid inside, working slow, searching spirals as he breathed warmly against her ear. "Teacher Xu, you really are sensitive. You always seemed so cool and aloof up on the dais—I had no idea you were such a filthy little slut."

"I'm Master's… slut. Master's exclusive… slut." Xu Fei moaned indistinctly, barely able to form coherent words.

Her cunt was being ruthlessly indulged—and his other hand had found one breast, squeezing and kneading hard enough to ache, the pain sharpening the pleasure into something almost unbearable.

His massive, burning cock pressed and ground against her hips. His mouth settled onto her ear. It was her season of hungriest appetite—in her mind's eye she had already imagined, already craved, the sensation of being truly breached by him. With every sensitive point on her body being simultaneously toyed with, the fire in her loins was burning at an all-consuming pitch.

Xu Fei braced one hand against the wall and pressed the other over her mouth—otherwise she would have cried out. Her legs had gone so soft they could barely hold her, and without Zhang Wenbin's body propping her upright from behind, she would have crumpled to the floor.

Zhang Wenbin was fighting his own battle. He desperately wanted to press her down right then and drive into her—holding back was physically painful—so he needed something to distract his attention. After all, there was real business to attend to tonight.

He played freely with the mature, voluptuous, intensely sensual body, and let his gaze drift outward, to where the exquisitely lovely loli sat on the bed in nothing but white underwear.

His voice was unsteady when he spoke, husky and low: "Teacher Xu—are you really this excited with your daughter just there in the room? You're dripping everywhere… I do believe you've forgotten about the important business at hand."

It wasn't an exaggeration. Xu Fei was extraordinarily sensitive, and after only a few strokes the arousal had flooded down her thighs in a slick, gleaming stream—probably amplified by the perverse environment.

Xu Fei, already half-lost to sensation, pressed one hand over her mouth and fought to hold onto cognizance. Her dew-bright eyes drifted back to her daughter.

Adorable little Yang Leguo, clad in nothing but her small underwear, was humming a little tune with light, carefree steps—apparently in high spirits. She reached under her pillow, produced a peculiar robe, and slipped it on with practiced ease.

"That—what is that—" Xu Fei's eyes went wide. She exhaled with a gasp.

Her daughter's behavior had scattered every trace of arousal from her body. Even someone with no knowledge of these things could see plainly that the robe her daughter had just put on was very strange—a deep crimson that was wholly wrong, radiating a prickling, hair-raising energy.

Zhang Wenbin stilled his hands. Deliberately so, in fact—he had stopped at the exact moment she was approaching climax. The unresolved tension would leave Xu Fei in a state of exquisite, helpless torment, perfect for further sport.

He glanced outward only briefly and said, "That adorable little loli with an outfit like that—quite the absurd combination. That blood robe is fairly low-grade stuff. From the depth of the color it's been dyed within the last six months—if it were properly aged, the blood would have oxidized to near-black by now."

"Blood… robe?!" Xu Fei startled. Every instinct of motherhood ignited and her arousal was extinguished completely.

"Nothing to worry about. It's not human blood. This is a fairly common practice among the gu-raisers of the southwest. They believe roosters are sacred beings capable of communing with spirits, so this blood robe is soaked in rooster blood."

Zhang Wenbin narrowed his eyes slightly. "Purify the body in water, change into the sacred garment to commune with the spirit world—your daughter has done her reading. This is exactly the correct procedure for a Yin-body cultivator."

"What is a Yin-body female?" Xu Fei asked, though instinctively she already knew it couldn't be anything good.

Her daughter had by now retrieved a small brass censer from the wardrobe, set it beside the bed, lit a stick of incense, and knelt on the ground—prostrating herself before it, murmuring words Xu Fei couldn't hear from this distance.

"Females possess a natural affinity for yin energy, meaning that certain women have a much stronger capacity to commune with spirits. Not divine spirits, mind you—various sorts of unclean entities. When a Yin-body female dons the blood robe and begins her gu-raising ritual, it isn't all that unusual in the southwest—it's hardly a secret."

Zhang Wenbin continued, "The quality of success depends on the grade of the Yin-body female. What is your daughter's birth chart?"

"That—" Ordinarily Xu Fei was not superstitious, but after everything she had witnessed, this was different. She hesitated over whether to share the birth chart with this man—in these circles, a birth chart was an enormously sensitive piece of information.

Zhang Wenbin only raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying nothing. Xu Fei's heart lurched. She reminded herself that he didn't actually need her consent to destroy them—and gritted her teeth before reciting her daughter's birth chart.

Zhang Wenbin worked through it briefly. "By the current alignment, your daughter is a Four-Yin female. Even coming from an official family, she was born in a proper hospital—she certainly wasn't delivered in a yin-cursed location."

"A Four-Yin female—what does that mean?"

"Yin month, yin day, yin hour, yin quarter—" Zhang Wenbin added lightly, "Lucky for her it wasn't a yin year as well. If she were a Five-Yin, she would be genuinely rare—and practitioners of the dark arts would have her targeted already. Like that ghost-infant you saw. The more exceptional the birth chart, the more powerful the things that can be cultivated from it."

"So she won't be in any danger?" Xu Fei was a deeply practical woman—she understood the perils of possessing something coveted, and the Four-Yin alone was already rattling her badly.

"No danger. Anyone with a scrap of real ability wouldn't spare her a second glance. Five-Yin girls aren't exactly rare if you know where to look."

In the practice of the dark arts, the feminine yin body was divided into nine grades. Beyond the Five-Yin corresponding to year, month, day, hour, and quarter, there were Four-Yin variants—all rare and precious beyond ordinary finding. A woman of Five-Yin or above was true peak material for dark cultivation and cauldron use.

First Yin was birth in a yin-cursed location—exceedingly rare, and only possible if an evil practitioner deliberately arranged it, since no ordinary woman in labor would ever choose a site of malevolent power.

Second Yin meant the mother dying in childbirth at the moment of delivery. Third Yin meant the girl was born a stone woman—born without a functional womb. The fourth Yin was the simplest of all: a Yin-body female who carried a yin entity of some kind—ghost possession, a gu worm, a spirit of malevolence, anything would qualify—and for any dark practitioner, raising a girl's grade by one was trivially easy.

Nine-Yin was the supreme pinnacle. An Eight-Yin female could theoretically be forced up to Nine by a practitioner of sufficient power—but even Five-Yin was difficult to find. The idea of an Eight-Yin was almost mythical.

Xu Fei breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She thought of that poor ghost-infant, condemned to eternal unrest—her skull made into a bowl turned tool. No mother could bear the thought of a child meeting that fate.

The two of them stood there in the dark together, both completely bare, the charged erotic atmosphere entirely dispelled. Zhang Wenbin's cock ached with unspent need, but for the sake of what was to come, he endured it.

Xu Fei had barely exhaled before Zhang Wenbin was grinning again. "Of course… once she finishes raising that gu of hers, she'll have become a Five-Yin female. Five-Yin is fairly uncommon. Anyone with the right sensitivity who happened to stumble across her would give her a very bad time of it."

Zhang Wenbin rubbed his chin, grinning slyly. "At that stage, her uses would be considerable. A girl like that—almost a waste to just fuck."

"Why would she—" Xu Fei's heart leapt with a mixture of sorrow and reproach. She couldn't understand why her greenhouse flower of a daughter would go dabbling in things like this.

At that moment, Yang Leguo rose from her prostration, bowed a final farewell toward the censer, and crouched to drag two very large plastic boxes out from under the bed.