The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 31 The Sleeping Beauty

The scene inside the room was deeply unsettling. The lights had been dimmed to a faint sleeplight, and beneath their amber murk, the porcelain-perfect little loli lay sprawled naked across her pink bed — not a stitch on her.

Her posture was almost prim, yet she was utterly bare, a faint smile resting at the corners of her lips. She hadn't even pulled the blanket over herself, and on her forehead the Black Silkworm lay perfectly still — not a single twitch — like a third eye sealed shut.

Xu Fei's maternal instincts kicked in before reason could catch up. She rushed to the bedside, confirmed she wouldn't wake her daughter, then asked in a trembling voice, "Master, why is that wicked thing crawling on her forehead?"

"Ample spirit essence at the brow," Zhang Wenbin said, smiling. "Any malicious spirit looking to harm someone will usually target the crown of the skull, but the forehead holds the lingming — the spirit's clarity — and feeding a gu worm on that clarity is actually the correct method. It tells us one thing: your daughter only has the one."

"If she'd raised multiple gu — or spirits of ill will — she couldn't use the brow point to nurture them."

Xu Fei exhaled slowly, but her heart still pounded. "Master, then what exactly is happening right now?"

"Nothing much. Your daughter is lucky. If she successfully fuses with this gu she'll become a Five-Yin Female. The way she's been going about it, she should have suffered backlash long ago — but her birth chart is unusual. Anyone else would already be dead."

Zhang Wenbin sat himself right down on the bed and said with a comfortable laugh, "Don't be tense. Right now she and her Life-bound Gu are merging into one. Whether someone fucks her or the room catches fire, she won't wake up."

"Truth be told, she still lacks depth. I'd wager she thinks all of this is rather interesting."

He was speaking, but his eyes had already slid to the little loli beside him, narrowing with undisguised interest. This is an unexpected windfall, he thought. The Godfather System had told him earlier that the ideal Cauldron was the Nine-Tailed Fox — consume her Primal Yin Essence and then enter seclusion to cultivate, and the foundation he'd build would rival that of an immortal. Even at the earliest stage after completing the Qi Condensation phase, he'd be effectively unmatched in the mortal world.

But the Godfather System had also mentioned one catch: after absorbing the fox's Primal Yin, he'd need to find a blessed sanctuary and spend time in isolated cultivation to fully digest it. Once he had, he'd be something like a living deity.

Except it never specified how long. Gifted cultivators might achieve completion in three to five years. Even someone untalented would build something significant within a decade.

Zhang Wenbin cursed inwardly. I'm the chosen one. I've been dirt-poor my whole life. I finally get a system and a path to the good life, and now you're telling me to go rot in some mountain for years? What kind of bullshit is that?

The Godfather System had been blunt: Whether or not you have that destiny remains to be seen. If you're unwilling, there's a middling alternative — find a Yin-body female as your Cauldron and take her virginity.

Women were ranked across nine Yin grades, but anything below Three-Yin was absolutely useless — it would be a complete waste of Zhang Wenbin's Pure Yang birth chart. The floor was Four-Yin. That was why the Godfather System had quietly sensed that Yang Leguo was a Four-Yin Female, which suited Zhang Wenbin's requirements perfectly.

The surprise now was that if this peak little loli completely fused the gu into a Life-bound Gu, she'd become Five-Yin. That was a genuine windfall. Taking the virginity of a Five-Yin Female placed one's cultivation starting point above 99% of every practitioner who had ever lived.

So Zhang Wenbin had a headache. Obviously the Life-bound Gu hadn't been fully nurtured yet. The most efficient play was to wait until it was complete before bedding her. Which meant, like it or not, he was stuck playing guardian to this reckless little amateur who'd blundered into world-class occult arts without a clue what she was doing.

Xu Fei carefully climbed onto the bed as well. She gazed at her daughter sleeping with that sweet, innocent smile and murmured with worry, "Master, you said this gu has a purpose. Can you tell what that purpose is?"

"Heh. I'm not interested in looking right now."

All he could think about was that he couldn't touch the girl yet, and Zhang Wenbin's mood soiled fast. He flopped back onto the bed and pulled the sleeping loli against his chest.

He had to admit — the feel of a young body was something else entirely. Soft, tender, faintly milk-scented, weightless and yielding — the sensation was exquisitely comfortable. In an instant he understood exactly what the poets meant by "nestled in warm jade and fragrant softness."

Xu Fei panicked. "Master, will this cause any trouble—?"

"Relax. This little creature is weak — when she's under she's completely gone. If she weren't this delicate, would I bother holding myself back just to avoid startling it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Wenbin extended a finger and began tracing it across Yang Leguo's forehead, lightly stroking the Black Silkworm. His touch was feather-light, but every pass made Xu Fei feel as though her heart was about to detonate. She already believed in the terrible consequences of these supernatural things, and her greatest fear right now was that Zhang Wenbin's desires would ignite without warning — dragging her daughter into a ruin she could never escape.

Compared to those nightmare outcomes, anything else — even a daughter's innocence — suddenly seemed negotiable.

"Your daughter's fate is genuinely good. No teacher, no guidance, and she still managed to raise a gu without getting killed. This little darling was born blessed."

Zhang Wenbin said it almost tenderly, both hands cradling the loli's soft body, letting her rest her head on his arm, breathing in the faint, clean scent that drifted off her skin.

The youthful, naive plushness of it was extraordinary. Zhang Wenbin gave a low, satisfied laugh, lifted the loli's chin so her face turned toward him, and studied her delicate features — the fine little nose and lips, the small closed eyes, the sleep-smiling face that was almost unbearably pretty.

Her cute little mouth hung slightly open, pink and pouty, like an invitation. Her long lashes fluttered faintly, and combined with the particular impishness of her loli constitution, the effect was a kind of guileless, unwitting seduction.

Zhang Wenbin kissed her little mouth. He brushed his lips across hers a few times, then smiled. "Not bad at all. Ms. Xu, you've done a fine job raising her. I imagine this is your daughter's first kiss — the poor little thing, having her first kiss taken in her sleep while lost in a dream. Almost makes you feel sorry for her."

As a mother, Xu Fei felt her heart crack. Her daughter lay in a strange man's arms like a beautiful little doll — a helpless toy, unable to resist anything done to it.

Zhang Wenbin was already growing aroused. He kissed the little loli's small mouth deeper, pushing his tongue past her lips, savoring the tender, milky sweetness at leisure.

"Mmn—" Whether because she'd never been kissed before, or simply by reflex, the loli lost in deep unconsciousness let out a small instinctive sound — but otherwise produced no resistance and, of course, no response.

"Teacher," Zhang Wenbin said, "did you know that this sleep operates at the level of the soul? It doesn't suppress the body's physical senses in the slightest. So I think I can check whether your daughter is as sensitive as you are."

As he spoke, both hands closed around the loli's breasts. Round and plump, the size of steamed buns — a B-cup, by his estimate, and with her developmental trajectory she'd probably fill out to a C before she even finished high school.

Soft and yielding, with a remarkable springiness — probably from her dance training. Beneath the flesh were small, firm kernels, signatures of a body still blooming. The feel was completely different from her mother's massive tits — a contrast that made the comparison all the more enjoyable.

"Very nice. The little darling's development is full of promise."

Zhang Wenbin smiled with satisfaction and kneaded freely, his fingers closing in on the tiny, rice-grain-sized pink buds at the tips.

"Master… Little Guo is sound asleep and not even reacting. What's the point…?"

Xu Fei's heart was bleeding, but she crawled over and pressed herself to Zhang Wenbin's side, cradling her own full breasts in her hands, licking her lips with a practiced, coquettish tone. "Let me serve you instead, Master. A little girl doesn't know how to please you properly."

The attempt was obvious — an offer of herself to protect her daughter.

Only a fool would miss it. Zhang Wenbin gave a sly laugh and kept working Yang Leguo's adorable little nipples. "Teacher, you've misjudged. Your daughter is developed enough to have reactions."

He gave the bud a light pinch. Fast asleep, Yang Leguo let out an instinctive ah — — milky-voiced, yet unmistakably a woman's moan.

"Conscious women get shy, resistant, repressed. But right now her mind is blank. What her body produces is pure instinct — no performance, no acting, unlike what you give me, Teacher. That's the real pleasure."

As he spoke he drew the loli upward, and into her quickening breaths alongside those soft, unguarded little cries, he leaned in and captured her pink bud in his mouth, suckling gently.

Watching her daughter cry out — so small, so unguarded, so strangely mesmerizing — Xu Fei went blank. Her thoughts collapsed into chaos and she had nothing to offer.

Zhang Wenbin licked at the loli's fragrant little nipple with one hand and tugged the stupefied Xu Fei closer with the other, grinning. "Ms. Xu, just watching isn't very polite. Time to do your part!"

The woman who'd been working so hard to seduce him suddenly faltered — her daughter was right there, and what mother could feel anything but twisted by that? Yet she still couldn't summon the courage to refuse.

She was too ashamed to watch her daughter being toyed with so freely. Everything strange and dark about this night had already dissolved her ability to think or resist. She capitulated with a kind of helpless acceptance and pressed herself against Zhang Wenbin's chest.

Eyes shut in shame, she propped herself up, let her soft tongue begin working across the man's nipple.

"Teacher, you're very good at that — same level of skill as me. I can almost imagine your daughter is feeling."

Zhang Wenbin murmured it somewhat indistinctly, because he'd already pulled the loli up higher, gripped her barely-there breasts in both hands and kneaded while his mouth went back and forth between them, tongue circling, then closing to suckle one rosy little bud.

The areolae were almost nonexistent; his rough tongue traced slow circles across the untouched skin, and then sealed around the nipple to draw hard. Even without experience, the sensory wisdom of the Godfather's many souls had shaped Zhang Wenbin into a masterful handler of women. One hand had already slid impatiently down the loli's back toward her waist.

Xu Fei felt the shame of it but found herself powerless to stop — she couldn't look away. She began sliding slowly downward, her sensual body undulating like a serpent.

Zhang Wenbin parted his legs naturally. He lay back and enjoyed the feel of her red lips trailing downward in slow kisses. Finally Xu Fei knelt between his thighs — knelt directly beneath him.

She picked up her daughter's hair tie from the nightstand and fastened her own hair, the flush of embarrassment making her look quietly devastating. Who could refuse service from a beautiful, unfaithful wife, in that specific position, wearing that specific expression?

Xu Fei had an innate elegance. Even kneeling under you, she somehow managed to seem composed. Once her hair was up, her small hand closed around his massive cock, her lips parted, and she took him in slowly before beginning a steady, rhythmic pull.