The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 49 Under the Skirt

"Not at all, as long as the Young Master doesn't dislike it." Yang Qiang raised his glass with both hands in a highly respectful manner.

"How could I? Mrs. Yang is very excellent."

Zhang Wenbin smiled perversely. Holding his glass and drinking with one hand, his other hand could no longer hold back and, right in front of Yang Qiang, openly grabbed Xu Fei's thigh.

Xu Fei instantly shuddered. Instinctively wanting to dodge, she gritted her teeth and stopped herself, standing rigidly upright and allowing the man's rough, large hand to fondle her pantyhose-clad thigh.

Yang Qiang noticed this the moment he finished his drink. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still dumbfounded, leaving a bitter taste in his heart. Being mentally prepared wasn't the same as wanting to watch a live broadcast.

Zhang Wenbin's hand fondled her thigh for a while. Unsatisfied with the silky texture of the pantyhose, he suddenly gave a tear, ripping open the beautiful black silk and exposing Xu Fei's tender, white thigh.

"This flesh, tsk tsk, is as smooth and tender as touching tofu."

Zhang Wenbin made clicking sounds as he continued to stroke upwards along her thigh. His hand pushed her skirt up slightly, sliding underneath it.

Due to the angle, Yang Qiang could see all of this clearly, but Zhang Wenbin deliberately didn't lift the skirt up entirely. So he couldn't see exactly how this sinful hand was clearly violating his wife.

Influenced by the System, Zhang Wenbin also possessed a perverted possessiveness. Even if he was the husband, he still wouldn't let him see. "As long as the Young Master is satisfied!"

Yang Qiang smiled stiffly. Seeing Xu Fei twisting as if very uncomfortable and wanting to dodge, he turned to her and said: "Stand there and don't move. If you upset the Young Master, I won't let you off."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fei slightly lowered her head and bit her lower lip with deep shame. Her flushed face bore an expression of extreme reluctance and grievance, making her exceptionally tantalizing.

This was exactly the state Zhang Wenbin loved the most. Although he knew in his heart that Teacher Xu was putting on an act for Yang Qiang, at her core, she was still a traditional woman. This acting ability brought immense satisfaction to Zhang Wenbin's heart.

Zhang Wenbin's hand groped around under her skirt. Xu Fei suddenly snapped her head up, her eyes pleading, even reddening as she bit her lower lip in a pitiful manner.

Zhang Wenbin hadn't just torn her pantyhose; the torn pantyhose clung to her legs. This fragmented appearance was as if he was tearing apart her chastity as a married woman.

At that moment, with a gentle hook of his finger amidst her trembling, her thin lace panties were rolled into a ball and pulled down to her knees.

"This red color is really pretty. Mrs. Yang truly has good taste."

Attracted by this sound, Yang Qiang, who had basically been burying his head in the sand while eating, couldn't help but look up. Seeing his wife's panties hanging between her legs brought him a massive stimulation.

Even though all feelings had faded, and even though he couldn't see anything, he clearly knew that under his wife's skirt, she was now completely bare. Her most shameful zone was completely devoid of cover. Knowing this without being able to see it caused an even more intense mental impact.

Yang Qiang quickly lowered his head, not daring to look, yet unable to resist stealing glances. The psychological struggle of being too cowardly to show anger caused his breathing to grow heavy.

The only sounds in the private room were the bubbling of the hot pot and the rapid breathing of the people inside. This silence paired with unusual sounds assaulted the soul. It could be said to be an exceptionally subtle and extremely thrilling scenario.

"Young Master, please have some abalone!" Xu Fei's voice quivered. She stood leaning slightly forward, her face flushed red not just from nervousness, but from arousal.

Her smile was very stiff, even somewhat distorted, carrying the helplessness of compromising for the greater good, yet at the same time, it was a self-deception as if absolutely nothing had happened.

It had to be said that Teacher Xu was too amazing. Such a performance completely eliminated any doubts from Yang Qiang, and further aroused Zhang Wenbin's desire to toy with the steadfast married woman.

Zhang Wenbin maintained a smile. Using only his left hand to eat and drink, his right hand continued deeper under Xu Fei's skirt. "Scald it a bit, I see this abalone is very fresh, plump, and juicy."

As he spoke, Zhang Wenbin's palm had already covered her tender little pussy, feeling that it was already a soaking wet mess. One could imagine how much of a stimulation this unique scenario was for Xu Fei.

This so-called husband she hated to the bone was also a demonic factor stimulating her degradation. Yang Qiang glanced over, his breathing hitching, and suddenly felt a twinge of resentment. The resentment wasn't over his wife being toyed with, but over the fact that he clearly knew it was happening, yet due to the skirt blocking his view, he couldn't tell exactly what had happened.

This subtle psychology startled even himself. He was afraid that looking would offend this old monster, but he couldn't resist the urge to peek. Xu Fei's breathing right now was extremely rapid. Because after Zhang Wenbin's palm completely covered her soaking wet, tender little pussy, without any hesitation, he directly pushed aside her plump labia and gently tweaked it, pressing directly onto the already engorged and hardened little clitoris.

Yes... Being played with in front of this so-called husband was extremely shameful, but the pleasure was equally incomparably intense. "Ah..." She couldn't help but let out a moan.

Hearing this, Yang Qiang shuddered, pausing the movements of his hands.

Zhang Wenbin chuckled, his fingers digging directly into her tender little pussy, feeling the unparalleled wetness as he dug and scraped.

Yang Qiang was also a man. Just from this single movement, he could guess what Zhang Wenbin was doing. But because he couldn't see and had to imagine it, this feeling made him slightly annoyed.

Ultimately, Xu Fei was a woman with a sense of shame. After gently moaning a few times, she felt too embarrassed. With one hand holding the skimmer to scald the food, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her other hand, afraid she would let out even more shameful sounds under this intense stimulation.

"Mrs. Yang, if you just use one hand, how can you prepare the food for me? My appetite is very large." Zhang Wenbin said, sounding slightly dissatisfied.

Actually, Yang Qiang wasn't the only one scared of him. In Xu Fei's complex feelings toward Zhang Wenbin, fear also occupied a major part. Hearing this tone, she trembled all over, even clenching her plump, beautiful bottom tight.

Yang Qiang quickly spoke up: "The Young Master is right, don't be distracted."

This cuckold king was truly exceptionally qualified. By this point, Xu Fei's face was flushed completely red. After hearing this, she shuddered and didn't dare cover her mouth anymore, using both hands to fish out food for Zhang Wenbin.

The rolled-up panties around her knees made it very inconvenient. If the color wasn't so vibrant, one could probably see with the naked eye that this rolled-up scrap of cloth was completely drenched.

Shame and excitement gave Xu Fei a kind of vindictive thrill. She wasn't a willing bargaining chip for Yang Qiang; amidst such shame, she could also experience doubled pleasure.

Zhang Wenbin's fingers were completely merciless. Or perhaps, because of his excitement, he lacked the patience to proceed gradually. With two fingers, he directly penetrated her hot, juicy, tender pussy, and began to forcefully pump and dig.

"Ah... Young Master, don't, digging so deep, I can't take it..."

Xu Fei leaned forward, unable to control the sounds escaping her. The seemingly painful crying made her delicate brows knit together; even biting her lower lip couldn't stop the urge to moan.

The panties around her knees were very inconvenient, but she quietly spread her legs, allowing the man to wantonly ravage her most sensitive area.

Yang Qiang looked up and, by observing the dramatic movements of the muscular arm, he could tell exactly how the man's hand under the skirt was violating his only legal wife.

Zhang Wenbin acted as if nothing was happening, using his left hand to hold his cup and drink, while his right hand continuously wrought havoc beneath her skirt. Those nimble fingers, as if possessing a life of their own, wantonly invaded the plump, tender little pussy that was already overflowing like a disaster zone.

Watching this, Yang Qiang's breathing hitched and his eyes widened because he clearly saw a clear, lewd fluid seeping out from under his wife's skirt. The amount wasn't much, but it had already started flowing down her thigh.

"Young Master, don't dig... so deep, ah, so sore, I... I can't take it."

Despite reservedly biting her lower lip and portraying pain, Xu Fei still let out uncontrollable moans. Seemingly trying to resist out of shame, she uneasily twisted her ass, yet her movements only made it easier for the man to play with her even more wantonly.

Zhang Wenbin's fingers were having the time of their lives. Among the thousands of resentful souls, quite a few were flower-plucking thieves (rapists/seducers from ancient times) and sex-starved ghosts. Influenced by their personalities, he naturally understood their techniques too.

Right now, his nimble fingers were a devil leading one to depravity, practically more stimulating than a real large cock. When the pumping of his fingers became smooth, Zhang Wenbin couldn't resist the urge to show off.

It wasn't just the two fingers viciously pumping. Inside her tender little pussy, he found the legendary G-spot and began massaging it. His other fingers weren't idle either; some pinched her exposed clitoris, while his thumb circled around her sensitive tender anus.

With her most shameful and sensitive areas practically all taken hostage by the terrifying techniques of past generations' sex demons, forget this decent married woman—even a battle-hardened slut wouldn't be able to escape their clutches.

"Ah... Young Master, don't dig like this, I can't take it... Wu, don't, I want to pee."

In just two short minutes, a fatal pleasure spread throughout her entire body. Her vision went dark, and her mind went blank, almost entirely losing the ability to think.

Xu Fei let out moans that sounded like crying. Propping her hands on the table, she forcefully thrust her butt high in the air to meet the man's demonic claw. Completely ignoring the presence of her so-called husband beside her, she twisted her ass and reached an intense climax.

That soul-tearing beauty drove her insane. Or perhaps, because she was under the gaze of her husband, the climax was simply too fierce. So fierce that her body was shaking, feeling as if it no longer belonged to her.

Yang Qiang's eyes went wide, and his breathing turned rapid. Because, visible to the naked eye, his wife collapsed onto the table. Her upper body lay flat out, unable to rise, knocking over the plates.

As she moaned with disheveled hair, liquid seemingly sprayed out from under her skirt, and it was definitely not urine. With her hair in a mess, Xu Fei leaned against the table, panting heavily. The intense climax nearly suffocated this mature body. Zhang Wenbin withdrew his fingers, his hand completely glossy with love juices.

"This abalone is indeed plump and juicy!"

This exclamation made Yang Qiang's mind a chaotic mess. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, seeing his wife ravaged to this state in less than two minutes still shocked him. For a moment, he didn't even know what his own thoughts were.

Xu Fei was already a mess. She hadn't expected the pleasure to be so intense. She looked thoroughly broken inside out, and this wasn't an act.

"Indeed plump and juicy, quite tasty." Zhang Wenbin flicked the love juice off his hand, picked up an abalone piece from his bowl with his chopsticks, and praised it with a double meaning.

Yang Qiang's voice trembled as he stood up and said: "Young Master, I'll go wait outside the door so as not to disturb your mood." Whether he was doubting his own excitement or just trying to escape was irrelevant. For Zhang Wenbin, if Yang Qiang wasn't present, the fun would diminish by eighty percent.

"There's no need. At such an upscale place, nobody will disturb us... and if they do, I'll put them to rest eternally." Zhang Wenbin's tone was cold as he said: "Your wife has things to do next. My stomach is still very hungry, so just stay here and cook for me. Going hungry is a very painful experience for me."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Qiang shuddered all over and instinctively stood back up. He picked up the skimmer and chopsticks from the side. The flash of resentment in his eyes couldn't be hidden from Zhang Wenbin. Perhaps he realized he was being humiliated on purpose, but for someone like him, he could always find a reason to deceive himself into submission.