The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 34 A Gift for Good Behavior

After tidying her daughter's room, Xu Fei had an instinctive impulse to get dressed — and then immediately thought better of it. There was no point in that kind of self-delusion anymore.

She'd never walked naked through the corridors of her own home before. Anyone who knew her — the composed, poised music teacher — would never have believed she had a side like this.

A draft touched her between her legs and the flush that rose on her face was unavoidable. She didn't want to think about how much she'd produced tonight.

At her peak age, with needs that were genuinely, persistently there — Zhang Wenbin's relentless handling of her had stoked the fire to a roar. Even while forced to give head she hadn't been able to help being affected.

Right now she was truly suspended halfway, nowhere near resolution, and desperately uncomfortable. Her mind kept drifting to the image of her daughter squirting — that close, pink, small pussy feeling fully alive, a flood of clear fluid splashing over her face. The overwhelming release of it had made her feel something uncomfortably close to envy.

What am I thinking.

She felt deeply ashamed — and completely failed to notice that, with considerable psychological sophistication, she'd already begun absorbing the strange, dark logic Zhang Wenbin was nudging her toward.

She paused at the door to her own bedroom and drew a slow breath. Her feelings were complicated. And somehow — inexplicably — she found herself without a trace of hatred.

The master suite was luxurious even by the standards of the complex: the bath alone was fifteen square meters, and the massage tub was at least double the size of a typical household's. The loli — still unconscious — was propped on the rim, water already drawn. Zhang Wenbin stood by the vanity, smoking, and glanced over when she came in.

"Teacher, that was fast. Couldn't wait to get back for the second half?"

"Odious man. All you do is tease me."

Xu Fei glanced at her daughter, then said in a sweet voice, "Master, shall I bathe Guoguo first? Once she's clean I'll serve you properly. The bathroom isn't big enough for anything interesting anyway. After she's washed — whatever you want, I'll do it."

It was summer, but the air conditioning was running and the room was cold. She was instinctively worried about her daughter catching a chill — the girl had been undressed for quite a while now.

Zhang Wenbin wasn't opposed to indulging this. He gave a teasing smile. "Fine — but Teacher has to answer one question first. Then I'll let you bathe her."

Xu Fei relaxed slightly and began arranging towels and bath things, waiting for him to ask. He watched her move — the swing of that high, round bottom, the sway of those massive tits — and came forward to cup her rear before asking, "Old Yang hasn't been back in years. Teacher, when the need gets bad, how do you handle it? With your looks you must have no shortage of admirers."

She didn't deflect. She pressed back into his hand, giving him more to work with, and said with a coy, half-lashed pout, "Plenty of admirers. Never anything worth a second look. And I spend every spare hour I have with my daughter — no time or appetite for that."

"So you've been taking care of it yourself all along. Someone as sensitive as you, Teacher — I doubt even that useless Yang person could've satisfied you when he was here."

Zhang Wenbin said it and felt his arousal rise again. His hand found its way between her thighs, stroked twice, then pushed two fingers in and began to curl.

Xu Fei immediately moaned and squirmed her hips, panting with affected laziness: "Those men are all talk and no substance. Silver spears with wax tips. I couldn't be bothered. Honestly, doing it myself was more satisfying than any of them."

Zhang Wenbin breathed harder, jaw slightly open. "So it's that you suspected Master was the same kind, did you."

Xu Fei gasped prettily, eyes grown hazy, and murmured: "I'd never dare think that. I just desperately want to reach the point where Master actually fucks me — a cock that size pushing inside me would tear me apart…"

His length was throbbing now. He gave her a sidelong look, smirked, and withdrew his hand. "All right. Go wash your daughter. Then I can enjoy myself properly."

As he spoke he pulled out the two fingers — gleaming with her arousal — and held them up. Xu Fei's expression turned fawning and he let her lean in to lick — then at the last moment redirected his hand over her shoulder and pressed those fingers against the loli's cherry-pink lips, using her small, soft tongue to clean them instead.

"Brush her teeth when you're done."

Xu Fei didn't blink — and barely reacted. As if she'd already dimly made her peace with this particular brand of humiliation.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Wenbin went back to the bedroom. He flopped across the big bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and found the vibrating egg inside — switched it on. The hum was strong and steady.

Women always took a while to bathe. He almost ran out of patience before Xu Fei finally stuck her head around the doorframe with an apologetic expression. "Master, could you help me carry Guoguo out?"

He wasn't going to refuse that. He princess-carried the towel-wrapped loli out; Xu Fei gave herself a quick rinse, dried off, and followed.

On the bed, Zhang Wenbin already had the freshly cleaned loli cradled against him, pressing kisses to her freshly washed, snow-pale skin. "Clean is a different kind of wonderful. You really are a careful mother."

This time Xu Fei had nothing awkward about her. She climbed onto the bed, took in the view of that huge cock rising toward the ceiling, pulsing with its own excitement, and immediately knelt between his legs to take it in her mouth.

"Hold on, Teacher — if you start now I won't want to kiss anymore. Come up."

He pulled her against him, held both women in his arms at the same time, and in front of Xu Fei's eyes he kissed the loli — tongue tracing the inside of her already-sweet mouth, feeling the heat of arousal from her unaware body — and found it enormously effective.

Xu Fei, no prompting needed, folded her legs across his, squeezing the iron-hard length between her thighs and working it slowly, panting: "Is this all right, Master? I can't help it when I see it like this — I have to do something or I can't settle."

In the face of that dedicated flattery, Zhang Wenbin was almost giddy with male pride. He had just barely turned his head when Xu Fei wrapped both arms around his neck.

The beautiful woman's face was flushed and spring-bright, her eyes wet and devastatingly pretty. She gazed at him tenderly and asked in a small, sweet voice: "Master, may I kiss you? Like you kiss my daughter — the same way — would that be all right?"

Faced with that provocative invitation, Zhang Wenbin had no reason to refuse. He leaned toward her parted, enticing lips immediately.

Xu Fei made a tender, yielding sound — and her soft, slick little tongue was already there to meet him, full of heat, fiercely forward — and immediately locked with his in a struggle that kept no secrets.

The kiss had more charge than anything before. Combined with her thighs awkwardly but eagerly milking the length between them, it wasn't the kind of thing he'd ever imagined wanting — but the stimulation it sent him was enormous.

The deep, devouring kiss left both of them nearly breathless. Zhang Wenbin was barely coherent from pleasure, and when he finally broke it off and looked at her flushed, blurred face, he immediately turned and did the same to her daughter — mimicked it kiss for kiss.

Both hands gripping a breast from each woman. He drew the loli's body in closer — pressing the three of them together — and the combined contrast of the mature woman's full softness and the girl's young, firm plushness sent his lust into overdrive.

His cock ached. Xu Fei's thighs were already soaked.

"Master, please let me serve you."

Protecting her daughter was a comfortable excuse. But after being worked up all night and never once getting fully satisfied, the need for something more than her own hands was real and maddening for a woman in her prime.

Zhang Wenbin's eyes were burning — and he shook his head.

Xu Fei felt a small internal collapse. She couldn't understand. She was objectively extraordinary — what could she possibly be lacking? He'd done everything else with her and still she was one step short. For a woman used to getting what she wanted, that withholding was more than annoying. It stung her pride. The thought that struck her next was frankly petty, and she knew it.

He wants to fuck her daughter first. Four-Yin is more than adequate — but Five-Yin would be better. Zhang Wenbin had the patience. The difficulty was small. He could wait for the Cauldron to be fully prepared.

He had a wicked idea. He picked up the vibrating egg and held it out with a grin. "Teacher, since you've been so cooperative — consider this a small gift…"

"Thank you, Master!!"

Xu Fei's cheeks went rose-pink, but she accepted it without hesitation. She switched it on, and under Zhang Wenbin's gaze she spread her legs with remarkable composure, letting her full, gorgeous pussy come into view.

To further provoke him — the shame of it mixing with genuine arousal — she teased herself first, working the egg against her swollen clit in slow circles before easing it inside.

The egg disappeared; only its wire dangled. Xu Fei let out a luxurious cry — a sound somewhere between pain and absolute melting — and said appealingly: "Horrid thing… I don't want this little toy, I want Master's cock inside me…"

She squirmed with genuine need, eyes heavy and wet with want. Even Zhang Wenbin's restraint wavered at the sight of her like that — raw, luminous, utterly at his mercy. He almost gave in.

"Teacher is a music teacher for a reason — even your begging sounds beautiful. You'll have to teach your daughter how when the time comes."

He called on his greatest reserves of willpower and turned to Yang Leguo instead. He arranged the loli so she was lying on her side facing away from him, brought one knee up to expose the faintly already-damp little pussy, and positioned himself behind her.

"Master—"

So it's happening after all. Xu Fei's palms moved between her legs, and under the assault of the egg inside, she pressed her clit with her own fingers — and started to cry, soundlessly, without knowing which emotion it was.

"Ha. Teacher, you're such a devoted mother. Since you've been so well-behaved, I'll give you credit — I won't take her tonight." Zhang Wenbin pushed his hips forward slightly.