The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 50 A Forced Performance

Having her tender pussy played with in front of her husband until reaching a sublime climax, it took a long time for Xu Fei to recover her senses. Leaning against the table, her body went soft as she slumped into the chair. With disheveled hair and a completely flushed face, she looked exceptionally seductive.

Zhang Wenbin was a bit rough. Showing no pity for her delicate state, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked fiercely.

Crying out in pain, Xu Fei slumped to the floor, her consciousness recovering slightly. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already kneeling in front of the man—specifically, directly between his legs.

Zhang Wenbin raised a foot and propped it onto her shoulder. He looked at her with a smile, saying nothing, but that grin spoke volumes.

"Master, this is a five-pound Boston lobster. The meat is very thick and plump. People who come to eat generally praise it endlessly because the chef's knife skills here are the biggest selling point."

Yang Qiang's movements were very clumsy, not just because of his obese body, but more so because he lacked focus. As a high-ranking official, he rarely played the sycophant. Furthermore, his eyes were completely fixated on his former wife right now.

His hand didn't shake, but he knocked the bowl, making a clinking sound, and a piece of lobster meat almost fell out.

Zhang Wenbin's expression instantly froze: "Yang Qiang, only food for a dog gets thrown outside the bowl, and only food for a dead man gets thrown on the floor."

"I am sorry, Young Master. It was a momentary oversight." Yang Qiang was startled. Not daring to be distracted anymore, he quickly and focusedly dragged the seafood through the broth and placed it into Zhang Wenbin's bowl.

He could distinguish whether momentary sorrow or his small life was more important. He constantly kept in mind that the person right in front of him was an ancient monster who murdered without batting an eye.

Zhang Wenbin picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce, took a bite, and snorted: "Mrs. Yang, look at how focused your husband is. Don't tell me that at this point, I still need to remind you what you should be doing."

Xu Fei had already recovered from the extreme climax. Sitting on the floor, she naturally knew what the man wanted her to do. If it were a two-person world, she wouldn't have possessed the slightest bit of shyness.

Shame? Hardly...

Her hesitation was because she didn't want Yang Qiang to see this side of her. Or perhaps to her, he was a stranger entirely unworthy of seeing this. She truly didn't want to perform a play, but upon a shift in her thoughts, she felt that if she continued acting, Zhang Wenbin would be extremely happy.

"Xu Fei, stop acting coy... If the Young Master is unhappy, you know what the consequences will be." Perhaps mixing anger with an inexplicable excitement, Yang Qiang yelled at her while picking up a piece of fish meat. Beneath the twisted savagery on his face lay an excitement he himself hadn't realized.

"Young Master... Master..."

Letting out a hum of despair and submission, her eyes filled with a misty emotion. She crawled onto her knees between Zhang Wenbin's legs, gave a soft, charming smile, and used her slender, jade-like hands to pull down Zhang Wenbin's pants.

Playing along, Zhang Wenbin took his pants off. The large cock, already painfully hard, pointed directly at the sky, slightly trembling and full of masculine, virile power.

"It's so big... bigger than my hubby's, and so hard... it's terrifying."

The mentally resilient Xu Fei gradually adapted. Murmuring enchantingly after her satisfaction, she shot Zhang Wenbin a playful glance, lowered her head, grasped the huge cock, and brought it to her cherry-like small mouth.

Her tender, clove-like tongue began to lick it wantonly. She acted as if she were eating ice cream, displaying zero technique, giving it a somewhat wild flavor.

"Lick it well..." With one foot resting on her shoulder, Zhang Wenbin grunted in comfort.

Xu Fei's heart remained fearful. She acted as if this were her first time performing oral sex on a man, as if her inner dread had the upper hand.

As a result, even though she couldn't count how many times this large cock had been in and out of her mouth, and the scent of it was stimulating her, she was still clumsily performing clumsy motions.

During the clumsy engulfment and regurgitation, what couldn't be seen was her little tongue, inside the oral cavity, apologetically yet provocatively licking the glans. It wasn't just soft sliding; her tongue continuously rubbed and swept along the coronal ridge.

Zhang Wenbin groaned in pleasure. Even without turning his head, he could observe Yang Qiang's expression at this moment. Unwillingness, resentment, helplessness, gratification... So many emotions, every single one exceptionally intense. This sort of unbridled manipulation of human nature thoroughly satisfied Zhang Wenbin's evil heart.

Yang Qiang froze for a moment, then silently turned his head to continue cooking seafood for Zhang Wenbin.

As Zhang Wenbin ate and drank his liquor, he said aloud: "Director Yang, your wife doesn't seem to understand how to please a man. She's using too much teeth. Let's not talk about your lack of training; her experience is severely lacking."

Hearing this, an extra trace of shame tinted the blush on Xu Fei's face. But she didn't dare show it, continuing to bob her head clumsily. As a husband, Yang Qiang spoke in an apologetic tone: "Young Master, she genuinely lacks experience in this area. Please, I ask for your magnanimity."

Zhang Wenbin asked lightly: "You say it like it's true. Has she never sucked your cock?" Yang Qiang gritted his teeth and said: "Young Master, genuinely no!"

"Haha, this is getting interesting." Zhang Wenbin directly grabbed Xu Fei by her hair and asked: "Mrs. Yang, you're so clumsy. Is this your first time licking a man's cock?"

Xu Fei was so red-faced with shame she almost died. She didn't expect Zhang Wenbin to directly ask such a shameful question. Amidst her inner blame, looking at the twisted expression on his handsome face, she vaguely understood where Zhang Wenbin's excitement came from.

With tears in her eyes, she acted as if painfully refusing, shaking her head and covering her face, unwilling to speak.

This vixen's acting skills were truly formidable... The reaction of a married woman humiliatingly compromising, yet facing verbal humiliation, she played out to perfection.

"Xu Fei, stop acting coy! If the Young Master is dissatisfied, I will make your life a living hell!" Yang Qiang immediately roared out.

Zhang Wenbin was exceptionally excited. Suddenly standing up, he looked at Yang Qiang and said: "Director Yang, my temper is not very good. If I act a bit rough and offend your wife, can you forgive me?"

These words were extremely insulting. Yang Qiang felt like a powder keg on the verge of exploding.

But at this moment, he met Zhang Wenbin's gaze—it carried not the slightest hint of lust, but instead was full of mockery. This instantly made his whole body go stiff, and a different sort of feeling surged to his heart.

Could there be an ulterior motive... The old monster didn't seem like someone stupidly led by lust. What on earth did that gaze mean? Was he implying something?

Yang Qiang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately accompanied him with a smile, saying: "Young Master, what are you saying? If this lowly wife can't serve you well, it is a dereliction of my duty. However the Young Master wishes to play to your heart's content is right and proper. I will pour alcohol and cook meat for you."

Yang Qiang truly wasn't an ordinary person. He immediately stood up and began cooking slices of cuttlefish.

Zhang Wenbin's bowl was permanently empty. Remembering this old monster's twisted appetite, and seeing the empty wine glass, he quickly poured more liquor.

Zhang Wenbin let out a hearty laugh. Suddenly pulling the coquettishly complaining Xu Fei over, he made her kneel in front of him. His massive large cock plunged straight into her mouth. He showed absolute zero pity, achieving a deep throat effect in almost a single thrust.

Xu Fei's eyes filled with tears, helplessly whining, continuing to act out the helplessness of a coerced married woman and her futile struggles.

While thrusting his hips and penetrating her cherry-like mouth, Zhang Wenbin turned his head and asked with a smile: "Director Yang, I'm being a bit rough. My apologies to your wife."

Yang Qiang just straight up picked up his wine cup, smiled along, and said: "Master, what are you saying? My wife is nothing but the Master's female dog. How you wish to play with her is your natural-born right."