The Wicked System

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...

She tried to moan at strategic moments, but the deliberate sounds felt weak — nowhere near as provocative as the small, stifled whimpers drawn from her sleeping daughter by the groping above. Even those soft, suppressed gasps were enough to make her — the mother — feel affected. Xu Fei bobbed faster, eyes shut in shame, pretending not to see. But she could see it all too clearly: Zhang Wenbin's hand sliding along her daughter's lower back, down past her waist, cupping the snow-white, pink-flushed bottom , then gently parting her thighs. A weight settled on her shoulder — a shudder ran through her — because even without looking, she understood: her daughter's legs had been spread, and one small foot planted on her own shoulder to hold the position open. "Forgive me, Teacher. Your daughter doesn't know how to cooperate, so you're the one putting in extra effort." Zhang Wenbin was already breathing hard, his words coming between pants. "Teacher, your...

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 ...

"Clumsy movements—not a whisker of formal training, and she's trying to raise gu. Whoever taught her this was barely a half-wit themselves—look, even the way she put on the blood robe is wrong." Zhang Wenbin shook his head. Apparently the practitioner's instinct was strong enough in him that he felt the urge to stride out and give her a hands-on correction. "Wait—Master—" Sharp as ever, Xu Fei seized on the key point and asked, trembling, "Gu-raising doesn't always succeed, does it? And if it fails—what happens?" Zhang Wenbin stroked his chin. "Depends what she's raising. Purely lethal gu—the simpler kind—if it fails, the worst outcome is a violent death. But if it's the kind that targets the soul or acts on the three ethereal and seven corporeal souls… the backlash can produce almost any result. Mild cases: shattered mind, vegetative state, severe intellectual disability. Worse cases: the soul is scattered entirely, never to b...

Xu Fei startled and went silent. She peered instinctively through the gap between the wardrobe doors. Zhang Wenbin's gaze was drawn by the same sound. The bathroom door had swung open. Yang Leguo emerged, humming a little tune and bouncing lightly, hopped straight onto the bed, and wriggled into a pair of underwear—pure white, small, covering the shy and barely budding landscape of an adolescent girl. She considered the nightgown for a moment, then pushed it aside. In her own room, she evidently found it cumbersome—it never even occurring to her that her mother might be watching from a shadowy corner alongside a stranger. She stood barely under 150 centimeters, every inch of her soft and plush—her skin pale as a freshly peeled egg, flawless, the kind of fine, pampered complexion that only comes from a charmed childhood. After bathing, she'd tied her hair into a small, breezy pony-tail, and the bloom in her cheeks made her even more endearingly pretty. The twin swells on her ...

She knew her daughter was grown and deserved her privacy—that a parent had no business spying on a child's secrets. Since the girl had entered middle school, Xu Fei had rarely set foot in her room. But people are curious by nature, and the instinct was impossible to suppress. What Zhang Wenbin had said had frightened her—and moreover, made her understand one thing with absolute clarity. Playing clever games in front of him was entirely useless. He would see through it immediately with a contemptuous smile, because she had no doubt that he had not exaggerated even slightly. He had the means to make her—and her daughter—comply, one way or another. Xu Fei steeled herself, and in her most yielding, honeyed pout, she said: "I'm nothing but Master's slave—what right do I have to make any decisions? Little Leguo belongs to Master just the same. I'll do whatever Master commands." "Teacher Xu's cleverness is truly endearing—the truth is, whether you agree o...

As she moved toward him, a cold, bone-deep chill radiated from Zhang Wenbin's eyes—the kind that made you feel the cold in your very marrow. Xu Fei had assumed that her seamless performance would fool him—he was only a teenager, after all. But in that moment she felt dread that came from the depths of her soul. His cock was hard as iron, stretching the front of his trousers into a prominent tent—and yet, with his blood clearly roused, he hadn't given in to desire and pressed the advantage. He simply sat there, watching her with an expression of cool disapproval. This was not how an impulsive young man was supposed to behave. Xu Fei even began to doubt her own allure. But after everything she had witnessed, the pretense of self-delusion had to end—the boy before her was no ordinary person. With barely a flicker of hesitation, she sank to her knees. Breathing hard and shallow, she crawled toward him slowly, and when she reached him, her head bowed so low it felt too heavy to ...