The Wicked System

"Master, this oyster is not bad. If you eat it, you'll have more strength to aggressively fuck this bitch's mouth." Yang Qiang spoke subserviently, his gaze uncontrollably drifting downward. His wife, Xu Fei, had her hair grabbed by Zhang Wenbin, entirely having her small mouth fucked raw. This wasn't serving—almost every thrust was a deep throat. Her mouth was stretched wide open, saliva dripping down. She couldn't control her eyes from beginning to roll back. Yet Zhang Wenbin didn't show the slightest bit of tender pity. Grabbing her head, he just kept thrusting violently, like an absolute beast. His dark testicles slapped against her chin. Every time his dark, huge cock jammed into her crimson mouth, it was so irritable, displaying not a shred of gentleness. Violating the small mouth of a beautiful married woman right in front of her husband made Zhang Wenbin feel extremely thrilled. He knew Xu Fei wasn't inexperienced, and he knew how strong her...

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....

"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 b...

At this moment, the waiter pushed the dining cart in, saying it was a clear water hot pot base, but what they poured in was mineral water—an expensive name brand to boot. One had to admit, rich people sure knew how to play. Plates of dishes were set on the table, and Yang Qiang took out two bottles of liquor, saying: "Young Master, do you think it's appropriate to drink this tonight?" The two bottles of Chinese liquor were so old and worn out that the brand name wasn't even visible, but Zhang Wenbin knew they must be high-end goods he'd never tasted before. Right now, Zhang Wenbin could clearly feel that his monster-like eating habits weren't just beneficial for his own magical power; they were also helpful for the Godfather System in appeasing the desires of the thousands of resentful souls as they continued to assimilate. And when it came to appetite, liquor was much more effective than meat. Most of the thousands of resentful souls loved to indulge in wh...

As the most prosperous area in the city, the end of Gulf Avenue was quiet but still filled with the allure of neon lights and luxury. An inconspicuous private club situated by the seaside had a parking lot filled with luxury cars. There weren't many guests, but in the tranquility, it exuded a sense of absolute nobility. Security guards in sharp suits at the entrance were responsible for guiding the way. Because all the guests were VIPs, their caliber was exceptionally high. The moment Zhang Wenbin approached, a security guard stepped forward with a face full of smiles and said, "Sir, this is a private club and not open to the public. May I ask if you have a reservation?" Having lived in Coastal City for so long, Zhang Wenbin had heard of this place of paper gold and drunken revelry, but he had never been here and was full of curiosity. The security guard's words were considered polite; he didn't look down on Zhang Wenbin for arriving on foot. Mainly, the young ...

He slept wonderfully until the sky turned dark. Having gained experience, waking up this time wasn't as wretched as the last; at most, he just felt a little hungry. Saying a silent invocation in his mind, the Godfather System was still in a devouring slumber. It didn't feel like it would wake up anytime soon. After washing up and changing, he checked the time; it was already evening. He had slept for a full day. Mainly, Zhang Wenbin disliked the feeling of his magical power being significantly reduced during the day and much preferred the omnipotence of the night. Leaving the hotel full of energy, he saw missed calls from Xu Fei on his phone. Zhang Wenbin dialed her back while walking. "Master, you're awake." On the other end of the phone, Xu Fei's voice was extremely coquettish: "Just as you said, Guoguo couldn't put that pendant down when she saw it. I told her I bought it as a souvenir on a trip, and she immediately asked for it." "A...

At the entrance of the Tianlong Grand Hotel, Ah Hu, whom he had met once before, was waiting. Seeing Zhang Wenbin arrive, he immediately welcomed him warmly. "Senior, please follow me. Normally, President Lin should be here to welcome you, but there are too many people here. Please don't take offense." Zhang Wenbin smiled and said nothing, comfortably enjoying his deference. The moment he entered the hotel, the little ghost infant didn't react at all. It had to be said that Yang Qiang was truly unlucky. This ghost infant was one of the extreme minorities—an anomaly that the "Golden Seal Dropping on Paper" array couldn't detect. If it were any other evil spirit, it would have been dealt with by the Golden Seal Dropping on Paper the moment he came here to play cards. This could be considered a predetermined fate. The hotel staff were all astonished. Ah Hu was President Lin's trusted aide, someone notoriously vicious. But having witnessed Zhang Wenb...