The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 33 Mother's Love

Zhang Wenbin's grin turned wicked. He repositioned the loli in his arms — into what could only be described as the pose you'd use to hold a small child above a toilet — and because Yang Leguo had been dancing since she was small, her body was genuinely extraordinary. Her legs folded into a split on command, and Zhang Wenbin arranged them into an M-shape, leaving her tender, small pussy shamefully exposed to the open air, glistening pink with arousal.

He laughed — one hand cupping the loli's breast, the other covering her lower lips and beginning to move — and the loli's whole body responded in a rush of small, milky cries that were indescribably tempting.

"This — Master — I—don't know how—!" Xu Fei's face shifted instantly. She understood exactly where this was going.

Zhang Wenbin licked his lips and held her gaze. "Is that so. Sounds like your daughter has all the luck." He let the implication hang. "Can't have her mother's fine skills — but she can look forward to Master's cock doing the honors. I think she'd enjoy being fucked to climax enormously."

The words made Xu Fei's gut drop. From her angle, she could see it — the man's semi-hardened length positioned directly below her daughter's tender little pussy, thick and dark against that pink, sacred ground, the visual contrast violent enough to shake her brain loose.

Her heart trembled. She knew she had no recourse. And yet some part of her still wanted desperately to shield her daughter's innocence — even while lying to herself about what she was capable of.

…I'm sorry, my darling. Mama isn't some depraved woman. Everything I do is for you.

She shut her eyes and braced herself in shame — but Zhang Wenbin's voice came out cold. "Open your eyes. Watch. Keep stalling and I'll open her up right now — do you want to watch that? Because that's what comes next."

The sound of it, devil-cold, broke through the last of her resistance. Xu Fei's whole body shook once — and she opened her wet, blurred eyes. By that point in the night she couldn't have said which was foggier: the arousal or the tears.

She understood now, fully and completely, what this man's idea of pleasure was: to defile them both — mother and daughter — in the most shameful way imaginable.

But Xu Fei was out of options. She looked up at her demon, let a soft, yielding smile cross her face, drew a deep breath — and knelt between his knees.

The position was grotesque. Zhang Wenbin sat with both his and the loli's legs spread; the "diaper hold" pose she'd been arranged into was barely achievable even for an adult body. Yet here they were.

Xu Fei lowered her head. Her chin grazed the man's softened length. In front of her face: her daughter's pink little pussy, shining wet. Up close, whether by instinct or illusion, she could swear she smelled something faintly sweet, like milk.

For a moment she went dizzy, her breathing gone sharp and shallow, her hot breath gusting directly against the girl's folds — which immediately made the girl let out a shameful little cry.

"Teacher. My patience isn't unlimited. Drag this out any further and I'll lose interest, and then you won't even get the chance."

Zhang Wenbin's impatience was real. Both his hands closed around the loli's breasts and squeezed, and he said coolly: "Spread your daughter's legs yourself. Hold them open, and lick her — I want to see clearly. Fumble it, and I think you know what happens."

His rough hands worked the snow-white breasts without mercy, making the loli shiver and pant — soft, brief, barely above nothing — which somehow hit harder than any deliberate moaning could.

Understood, Master. It's my fault…

Past the point of hesitation, Xu Fei — with sharper instincts than she would ever admit — didn't pause again. Her hands slid to the tops of her daughter's thighs and stroked lightly before drawing the legs out once more, holding them in that spread M-shape so that the pink pussy faced upward.

Both being female — being mother and daughter — the cascade of conflicting sensations made her head swim. But with the man's hot and avid gaze burning into her, Xu Fei knew there was no good outcome in hesitation. Without experience, she could only do what felt most like instinct: she parted her lips and kissed — pressed mouth against that delicate, pale seam, like a real kiss.

"Ah—"

The loli cried out immediately, whole body shivering with pleasure — which took some of the weight off Xu Fei's guilt.

She didn't dare close her eyes, afraid to displease him. So she kept them open, breathed in the scent of her daughter's arousal, and let her tongue begin to move — slow strokes along the seam, up and down — and found, to her faint astonishment, not the wrongness she'd imagined but something faintly sweet.

The loli went limp with pleasure, moaning helplessly, breath unraveling, face burning red far past what was reasonable. Zhang Wenbin, watching a gorgeous, full-grown woman prostrate herself at his daughter's hips to service her like this, felt the darkest, most depraved part of himself swell with satisfaction — more intoxicating than coming in her mother's mouth the first time.

He noticed Xu Fei was still a little held back, still self-conscious, and immediately tightened his focus on the loli — suckling a nipple while panting — and said, "Teacher, don't be afraid. Your daughter won't remember a thing in the morning. She'll think it was a dream at most. As long as you clean up after, I promise she'll find nothing. Not a single sign."

The moment someone accepts a reality, they unload it fast. Especially a woman prone to self-deception. Give her a justification, remove the guilt — and she'll get into the rhythm before you know it.

Xu Fei heard those words, and the last of her hesitation dissolved. She made an audible, wet sound with her tongue and even raised the girl's legs higher on purpose — folding the dancer's body until Yang Leguo's pussy faced the ceiling, the extraordinary flexibility of a trained dancer meaning her thighs nearly pressed to her own chest. The angle gave Zhang Wenbin the clearest possible view.

"Can you see, Master?"

She said it muffled against the girl's core, her tongue working its way along the folds, now dipping in to kiss, now sliding inside.

"Ah—"

The loli shook immediately, pleasure cresting, whole body vibrating. Zhang Wenbin, barely restraining himself at this point, let both his hands shoot out and grab one breast from each — mother and daughter — squeezing simultaneously, savoring the different textures of the two women who had become his.

Xu Fei whimpered. The loli, half-open-mouthed, whimpered too — and the two different registers of pleasure wove together in the charged air of the room like a melody designed specifically to drive a man insane.

"Teacher, your daughter is burning up."

"That's because you've got her so good she can't stop trembling. And her voice — exquisite."

"Teacher — put your tongue on her clit. That's her most sensitive spot."

At this point she'd shattered past caring and just went ahead, varying her technique through every sound the girl made, working the small, tender pussy with everything she had.

"Teacher, you're incredible — look at what you've done to her. Her arousal is running down onto my cock now."

"Your daughter really did inherit your constitution — that sensitive at her age — and what a sound she makes."

Under the relentless verbal bombardment, aided by the self-deception that her daughter would never know — Xu Fei let herself go entirely. She cast a smoky glance upward, sucked her daughter's clit, and said in a thick, muffled voice, "Master is so bad to me… I only want to service you — making a little girl do these things is such a bother. Master's cock is so much more satisfying."

Pure flattery, and Zhang Wenbin ate it up. His grip on both women's breasts tightened, and he rasped with heat: "Teacher, your daughter's back entrance is clenching rhythmically. I imagine that's sensitive too — give it a taste. I think she's close to climax."

The groping was starting to ache, even as her own body grew more desperate; Xu Fei's head was going fuzzy. She gasped once — and instinctively lowered her face.

Yang Leguo's back entrance was a very pale pink, almost the same shade as the rest of her — impossibly delicate-looking, like a little flower just about to open. There was nothing about it that seemed wrong.

"Horrid Master… always making me do terrible things…"

Past modesty entirely, Xu Fei brought one hand up to work her daughter's pussy — thumb finding the small bead and pressing — which made the oversensitive girl immediately buck and moan, high and helpless.

Zhang Wenbin sat bolt upright, craning forward to find the perfect angle to take in the scene before him — inwardly exultant, reflecting with dark satisfaction how astonishing the progress had been in conditioning Xu Fei. Truly, desecrating the female soul was an inexhaustible sport.

Xu Fei kept massaging the girl's clit, feeling that young body's trembling intensify — and without another thought in her head, lowered her mouth to the delicate pink bud and began to tongue it in earnest.

She didn't even pause. Her tongue curled and pushed inward, burrowing inside. Zhang Wenbin felt a brief pang of guilt — he hadn't even enjoyed that kind of service yet, and here the girl was getting it first.

And then Xu Fei just completely let go — hands and mouth attacking both openings at once, shameless and thorough.

And Zhang Wenbin's own hands kept sinning against the loli's breasts.

The girl, who had never once in her short life been desecrated like this, grew burning-hot all over in her unconscious state, brow creasing, and she began to make sounds that almost seemed like weeping.

Crying sounds — though it was easy to imagine just how good she must be feeling.

Under the combined assault of a stranger and her own mother, in less than five minutes the loli's body began to spasm — her hips bucked unconsciously, her small bottom convulsing.

A high, infantile shriek — and then her cute little pussy seemed to come alive; the fat lips parted on their own and a jet of clear fluid splashed against her mother's face like a reprimand.

"Magnificent, Teacher — your daughter squirted. Did you see that—?"

Zhang Wenbin's excitement was total. He watched the loli's lurid gush spray across her mother's face, and something dark and triumphant in his psyche expanded to a size that rivaled orgasm itself.

"So much—" Xu Fei said it like she was talking to herself, barely a whisper, her eyes half-shut against the flood running down her face.

She was a woman too. And the mother in her, even now, was gentle. Even after her daughter had climaxed, she kept licking softly at the clenching little folds — wanting to give the most tender aftercare she could.

How holy that expression might have looked in another context — and how obscene it was here — and how the contradiction sent a wave of vile, dark pleasure through Zhang Wenbin unlike anything wholesome.

Only when the loli's breath finally lengthened and her body went soft did Xu Fei stop. She wiped at her eyes, opened them, and looked up at Zhang Wenbin with a charming, calculated pout.

"Odious man. All he wants to do is destroy me."

She'd thought it through. More cleverness was useless now. Better to go all in, tip the board, do what she could to please him — for her daughter's protection, this was the only remaining move.

"Ha — I was letting you both have fun. How is that destruction?"

Zhang Wenbin laughed and scooped the loli's limp body up in a princess carry. He licked his lips and looked back. "Tidy up in here for me. I'm taking your daughter to your room to bathe her. Your tub is bigger, and there's a bathtub. Our second half will be a lot more interesting."

"Yes, Master!"

Xu Fei could do nothing but watch the man carry her daughter away in his arms, that massive cock rearing again, swaying with each step, bumping against her daughter's soft, pale bottom.

The squirt from the climax had dripped all the way down onto the length until it nearly stretched into threads. Even that sight made Xu Fei's breath quicken. The fire kindled by his hands had never quite gone out — and kept burning.