My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 5: Hatred

Looking at Gand rolling on the ground with his eyes closed, Lana's eyes flashed with hatred, but she said in panic, "He, what happened to him? What did you do to him?"

"I just made him faint," Walker replied with a smile. "Don't worry, He is not hurt at all."

"He just fainted!" Lana suddenly exclaimed, unable to control the disappointment in her eyes.

Walker keenly noticed the hatred in her eyes from before and the disappointment now. Lana looked like a traditional woman—a pretty widow whose husband had died not long ago.

It was not impossible to force her to submit, yet it would be a perverse pleasure to tear her modesty apart with one's own hands.

With evil thoughts stirring in his mind, Walker slowly approached her. Lana raised the rolling pin in vigilance, but before she could utter any harsh words, she felt a sudden flash before her eyes.

Just as in the car, Walker wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her into his embrace, inhaling the natural fragrance of the pretty widow.

He slowly grabbed the hand holding the rolling pin and blew hot air into her ear in an inducing tone, "Sister-in-law, I too have my dark side, but I only have feelings for you and will not bully you."

"You, you are already bullying me!" Lana's breathing suddenly halted as she felt the familiar hard object rubbing against her buttocks.

"No, this is love. That dog is the one bullying you," Walker countered as he held her and slowly moved forward. Lana's body weakened, and she found herself following his steps until they reached the unconscious Gand.

"Do you hate him?" Walker asked, his tongue beginning to lick her ear.

The low voice, right beside her ear, seemed devilish—a sound that penetrated her heart and tempted her soul. This sentence touched her deeply. Walker then began to kiss her neck.

Perhaps due to the shameful experience on the minibus, Lana's entire body softened, and she did not resist.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gritted her teeth, holding the rolling pin with trembling hands.

"I hate him. I wish he would die even in my dreams."

"Why do you hate him so much?" Walker stuck out his tongue and began to lick her delicate neck. His left hand reached into her vest and gently stroked the soft flesh on her belly.

His voice, full of a torturous magic, seemed to torment her soul. The intimate action, though shameful, brought with it a feeling of unexpected relaxation and trust. Under his psychological suggestion, Lana's tears flowed, and all the sorrow she had endured rushed into her mind.

"This wicked bastard, when my man died, got drunk and came to mess up the funeral. He even produced a fake IOU, claiming that my family owed him money, and then came to steal our things. He said that if it wasn't enough, he'd use our land to pay off the debt. He gathered a bunch of people to occupy our land."

"He made it impossible for us to survive in the village. Not only did he bully me, but he also bullied my daughter..."

"He killed my dog..."

"He smashed the glass of my house in the middle of the night and threw the dead dog's head in front of my daughter to scare her. This bastard has done every immoral thing imaginable. I could cut him to pieces, but my hatred would never be fully vented."

"He killed my dog, I will i could kill him."

Before her husband's body had even cooled, this scoundrel began kicking at the widow's door, trying to take over the entire family.

He bullied her because she had married far away and had no one to help her, forcing both mother and daughter into a life of misery in the village.

As Lana spoke, tears streaming down her face and her whole body trembling, all the grievances she had suffered flooded into her heart under Walker's instigation.

At that moment, Walker's left hand had already slipped inside her clothes, grabbing her left breast. It was as soft as water, and the sensation was as extraordinary and satisfying as he had imagined.

The emotional Lana did not stop him. Though she cried, her eyes remained filled with hatred; she even gritted her teeth so hard that they nearly bled.

Walker enjoyed kneading her ample breasts, licking her ears, and panting, "Sister-in-law, you have been wronged. This bastard is right in front of you now. If you bring the rolling pin down on him, all your revenge will be complete."

Lana's breathing quickened, and Walker whispered excitedly in her ear, "Aim the rolling pin at his head and smash it like a watermelon; his blood will gush out from all his opening. Use a little more force, and his brain will shatter all over the floor, soft as tofu."

Perhaps influenced by the system, Walker became even more excited. Unconsciously, he increased the strength in his hands and continued to rub her large breasts with fervor.

The devilish whispers stirred Lana so deeply that she felt almost possessed. Her mind was flooded with the image of Gand's death. So obsessed was she that she even forgot to cry; her bloodshot eyes shone with excitement and agitation.

"I want nothing more than for that bastard to die. I can't stand his bullying any longer—not just of me, but of my daughter as well. The hatred of killing my dog..."

At that moment, Walker's eyes were red, and his penis was so hard that it caused him a slight pain. He rubbed himself slowly against her butt through her pants, panting, "Sister-in-law, I can help you get revenge. Think about how he bullied you and your daughter..."

The words dripped with demonic power, and the hidden, vengeful side of this traditionally reserved peasant widow was completely awakened. Hatred surged in her mind, gradually replacing her timid submission.

"You... you can really help me!" Lana's voice trembled with renewed determination. The rough pressure of Walker's big hands on her breasts sent waves of heat that made her body, long deprived of passion, almost unbearable.

"I will help you kill him, and no one will ever know. No one will suspect you," Walker murmured.

Unable to bear it any longer, Walker suddenly scooped Lana up and laid her on the bed. Lana tried to struggle modestly, but Walker quickly sat on her waist, looking down at the shy, frightened beauty.

"You, don't be like this... Didn't you hear the village chief say that I'm your sister-in-law and that I'm still a widow? My husband has been dead for only half a year."

Lana was so flustered that her words came out incoherently, but her stammering only further excited Walker. For a delicate, traditional young widow, the fact that she was still a widow and had the identity of a sister-in-law was perversely enticing to him.

Moreover, she had just cried, and traces of tears still glistened on her face. The thought of defiling a widow could greatly satisfy a man's twisted desires.

"Haha, then you must know that nothing is more pleasurable than a sister-in-law," Walker exclaimed excitedly.

In his fervor, Walker roughly grabbed her vest and tore it into two pieces. Her ample breasts, which he had long coveted, were suddenly exposed in full.

Lana felt a chill across her chest and instinctively tried to cover herself, but Walker held her hands down, completely suppressing her instinct.

Her plump breasts swayed into view, their snow-white perfection dazzling him. His eyes nearly popped out as his heart filled with endless, lascivious fantasies.

Yet even as he reveled in the sight, he was taken aback by the revelation: though large, Lana's breasts showed no signs of sagging as one might expect after childbirth. They were perfectly round, firm, and as if untouched by time.

Moreover, her areolas were unusually small and light in color, giving her an almost youthful appearance. The delicate, bright rose-red nipples were as cute as little red beans, tempting one to savor their taste.

"Don't look, don't look..." Lana pleaded, anxiety thick in her voice. It was the first time she had exposed her body to anyone other than her late husband. It was also the first time she had met the man who was nominally a relative.

The unprecedented sense of shame tormented her traditional heart.

Yet what was even more shameful was the fire in Walker's eyes—a stunned and impulsive look that made her feel a strange mix of fear and a secret, perverse pride. This reaction frightened her.

Nevertheless, the exposure made Lana's breathing quicken further. Though nervous, her heart pounded faster in response to the aggressive look in his eyes. Not only did her small nipples become slightly hard, but she also felt a subtle dampness between her legs.

"So beautiful... what a treasure," Walker murmured, swallowing hard. Seeing her graceful, tear-stained face—so reserved and charming—he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her slightly parted, trembling lips.

Lana quickly turned her head away to avoid the kiss. At that moment, sweat beaded on her skin and her disheveled hair added to the overwhelming, raw atmosphere.

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Walker kissed her cheek, unconcerned by her struggles. Regardless of her resistance, he pressed his mouth against her already reddened ear and began licking it.

At this point, Walker's chest pressed against her full breasts, and her nipples rubbed gently against his rough muscles, the sensation of his iron-like strength and powerful heartbeat overwhelming her.

Lana whimpered and said in a trembling voice, "Please, I...I'm coming."

"What's coming?" Walker was momentarily taken aback by her words.

Lana was visibly anxious. She knew she could not resist this strong man forever. Her face flushed and even a small trickle of blood appeared as she said, "If you don't believe me, you...you touch..."

Walker was unhesitating. He reached out and touched her vagina, feeling a sponge-like texture that confirmed the system's reminder that real intercourse was not permitted.

Yet the pretty widow in front of him was so attractive that he might not be able to control himself if things became too intense. It was, in fact, fortunate that she was on her period, as it could serve as an excuse to intimidate her further."