My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 7: Swallow

Walker grew even more excited upon hearing it.

"Open your mouth and slowly wrap your lips around my glans—take it in. Remember, keep your teeth retracted so they don't touch my cock."

Lana hesitated slightly but obediently opened her little mouth. Her rosy lips slowly enveloped his grim glans, and the instant her mouth was filled, she felt a sense of suffocation.

"Yes, just like that. Make sure you hold it tighter."

Walker let out a satisfied hum as he gripped her small head with his hand and began to push his cock into her mouth.

The enormous cock—modified by the system—was simply too big, and since Lana had no experience at all, she could only take about one-third of it before her sounds of discomfort became audible. That was already her limit.

"Yes, yes, just like that. Use your hand to stroke my dick along with your mouth."

Walker growled in excitement. Slowly standing up, he pulled her into a sitting position.

Now, looking down from above at this attractive, virtuous widow, whose expression showed some pain yet still kept his dick tightly in her mouth—with eyes that, though pitiful and pleading, shone with a dreamy haze—he said, "Very good, Sister Lana, your mouth on it feels so good."

Walker roared in excitement as he began thrusting his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Lana tried to take in more, her breathing uneven, yet she obediently satisfied his aroused motions.

Watching her struggle to suck and swallow his cock, Walker became wildly aroused. His thrusts quickened in both movement and frequency, and several times his cock bumped against the back of her throat.

The attractive widow moaned in discomfort, but true to her gentle nature she did not resist. Instead, she looked up with pitiful, beseeching eyes at Walker—as if silently begging him to be gentler.

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Yet that very look only fanned the flames of his bestial desire, especially from his commanding, elevated vantage—clearly watching this traditional widow performing oral sex beneath him.

She continued diligently sucking his cock, and after Walker withdrew it a few times, she opened her mouth wide and panted heavily.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her ample breasts. This lewd scene so aroused Walker that he lost control once more—pressing her head to force his cock back into her mouth and pumping it in and out.

Lana let out a pained moan but tried her best to cooperate, even as saliva slowly dripped onto her trembling, full breasts. Such an obscene spectacle provided Walker with unprecedented arousal.

The wicked flame of lust burned fiercer, and Walker could no longer hold back; his actions grew increasingly rough.

"Here it comes, Sister Lana—swallow my cum."

A pleasure surged upward from his prostate, his testicles pulsing with excitement, and the muscles of his buttocks contracted in an instant.

Unlike the bland ejaculation he'd experienced while masturbating, this time Walker felt his vision darken and his mind explode—losing all capacity for thought as he hoarsely roared, as if his very soul were being expelled.

Usually gentle Lana instinctively resisted, pushing against his thighs with both hands, but it was futile. As his movements grew ever rougher, she knew exactly what was coming.

"No..."

Her indistinct protest was abruptly cut off. The glans in her mouth suddenly seemed to swell, and in a hoarse pause she could clearly feel his urethral opening flare wide as waves of magma-hot cum began erupting in her mouth.

Her small mouth, nearly suffocated by his thrusts, was forcefully sprayed—causing her to choke slightly—but with no strength left to resist, she could only desperately swallow the pungent semen in a bid for some comfort.

Once, twice... Walker felt his mind go blank, his entire body convulsing with pleasure.

Lana had never imagined in her life that she would do such a thing; yet now, she could only laboriously swallow his cum.

His hard cock throbbed powerfully in her mouth, the grim glans swelling and forcefully spraying from his urethra. The sheer volume of ejaculation completely upended her understanding of men.

And this sensation of being knelt before and conquered stirred her soul—far from repelling her, it left her strangely intoxicated.

After the powerful, forceful ejaculation, Walker roared like a beast. Still unsatisfied, he continued thrusting in and out of her mouth, determined to spray every last drop of cum into it.

Only when every bit of semen had been expelled did Walker's vision go dark and his legs go weak; he sat down helplessly and then slumped onto the bed, panting heavily.

Ejaculation... this was ejaculation in the truest sense—completely different from the reckless, youthful act of masturbating.

Throughout the ordeal, Lana's gradual descent—from half-resistance to full cooperation—provided such intense psychological stimulation that Walker, so high on arousal, ended up cumming all over her mouth, forgetting the long-awaited titfuck.

Finally able to breathe, Lana panted heavily as she lay over the edge of the bed, retching a few times. The taste of his semen did not sicken her; it was merely the roughness of Walker's earlier movements—pressing against her throat—that she couldn't quite adjust to.

After a few bouts of dry heaving, she stumbled off the bed, fetched a kettle, poured a basin of water, and hurriedly washed her face, knowing how shameful she must look.

"First system task completed. Attribute points rewarded: one point."

"Host has entered the Vitality Contestation stage and now possesses a extraordinary foundation. You can exchange attribute points for cultivation skills."

A cascade of system messages echoed in Walker's mind, leaving him a bit dazed.

Then an image appeared—various data points like stamina, speed, memory... dozens of options. With just one attribute point, it didn't seem to matter where he allocated it.

And within the system lay a mountain of books—each containing myriad bizarre skills left behind by countless resentful souls. Exchanging for any of them would also require attribute points.

"System, I'm a Masculine body—what cultivation method suits me?"

"System, answer me!"

Receiving no response, Walker realized that the conscious part of the system was dormant, unable to offer him any proper advice at that moment.

Surrounded by a dazzling array of treasures, Walker felt overwhelmed. Cautious not to squander that single attribute point, he resolved to wait until the system could communicate properly before making any exchanges.

He wasn't entirely sure what the Vitality Condensation stage entailed, but as he regained his senses he felt as though something new had awakened within him, making him instantly more perceptive.

After wiping her face, Lana glanced at the kiss marks on her snow-white breasts. Blushing, she cleaned off the man's saliva and, regaining her composure, shamefully covered her chest—instinctively wanting to find some clothes.

"Don't get dressed!" Walker immediately ordered as soon as he saw her.

Lana shuddered and hesitated in front of a dilapidated cabinet. Red-faced and clutching her breasts, she quietly approached and asked, "Um, are you going to sleep here tonight?"

"It's already the dead of night—where else can I go?"

Walker sat up, fished a cigarette from his pants, lit it, and savored the delightful sensation of smoking his very first post-coital cigarette.

Gazing at the meek and delicate widow before him, Walker's perverse desires flared anew.

"Sister Lana, if you clean yourself and then ignore me, that won't do."

"I'll get some water and wipe you off," she offered.

Embarrassed, Lana lowered her head. But before she could turn, Walker had already grabbed her hand and, with a smile, said, "I don't want to wipe you to clean me with water."

A momentary look of shock crossed Lana's face; she dared not meet his teasing, aggressively lustful gaze. Yet Walker continued smiling, his eyes fixed on her mouth—and by instinct, she understood what he meant.

Her voice trembling, Lana averted her gaze and, biting her silver teeth, whispered, "Y-you're worse than Gand. Even though you know we're relatives and I'm your sister-in-law, you still keep finding new ways to violate me."

"No, Sister Lana—this isn't violation. It's because I like you so much. To me, it's as enjoyable as a dream."

Walker suddenly pulled her into his arms, kissing her freshly cleaned mouth. One hand unabashedly grasped and fondled her rippling ample breasts.

Lana's whole body went limp. As Walker kissed her, he asked, "Sister Lana, all the other country girls are dark-skinned—why are you so pale?"

"I—I don't know. Maybe it's because here in the shade, doing farm work, I hardly get any sun..." Lana mumbled. Every woman loves a compliment, regardless of her nature.

Walker continued, "Sister Lana, why are your breasts so big? What cup size are you wearing?"

At that, Lana blushed even more and timidly replied, "I don't know... after nursing my child, they just kept growing. I'm wearing some old clothes that I altered."

"They feel really good!"

Walker fondled her ample breasts with both hands.

He began licking her ear. Breathing roughly, he said, "Sister Lana, lick for me some more—lick it clean. When your mouth takes it, it feels so good."

This time, Lana said nothing. Walker had already coaxed her into a daze, inexplicably pressing her down once again beneath him.

The cock, having just ejaculated, was now soft—yet, even in its softness, it measured about ten centimeters.

Its surface was a messy mix of his saliva and semen; perhaps because it was devoid of any pubic hair, it didn't appear repulsive at all.

Lana's face flushed as she remarked, "It was so fierce just now, but now it doesn't seem scary at all."

"Sister Lana, is mine bigger or your man's dick bigger?" Walker said wickedly. As he spoke in rough, heavy breaths, his hand pressed against her head.

Too ashamed to speak, Lana glared at Walker before gently grasping his now-soft cock. She extended her delicate little tongue and began licking it.

"That's right, Sister Lana—so wonderful. Lick it clean for me. Keep it in your mouth..."

Walker let out a satisfied hum. His heavy, rough breathing was, for a woman, the best form of encouragement.

At first, Lana was a bit coy, but given the situation—and after a brief moment of discomfort—she began to take in his glans, smacking her tongue as she licked away the residue for a thorough cleaning.

She even thought to herself that she must be out of her mind. With a stranger she'd just met, why did she willingly use her mouth to lick him, let him cum all over her, and then have to shamefully lick him clean?

All of this tormented the shameful heart of a traditional woman, yet somehow she found herself not repulsed.

Walker let out another satisfied hum as he toyed with her full, ample breasts.

He felt he had hit the jackpot.

This attractive widow so gentle and submissive was every man's ideal wife.

Now that he had opened her heart, with proper "training," there would be countless pleasures awaiting him in the future.