My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 6: Oral

With this thought in mind, Walker began to take off his clothes and pants, and before Lana could react, he had stripped himself naked.

Lana felt the movement and, subconsciously, took a glance. Then she dared not look directly at him. In a faint, tear-filled voice she stammered, "You, you—I told you that it isn't okay to come; it's not clean; don't bully me..."

Her heartbeat raced so fast that it was almost unbearable, and her breathing became rapid.

Once he had undressed, Lana was stunned by his well-proportioned muscles. Just as men are drawn to women with attractive figures, women, too, instinctively find strength alluring.

This body of finely modified muscles was not exaggerated at all; the lines were clear and full of power. It was as if his very physique could compel surrender, bursting with amazing male hormones.

The most striking feature was the cock beneath his crotch—about 20 centimeters long when hard. The glans, resembling an egg, and the shaft, covered with blue veins and exuding wild power like an iron rod, throbbed insistently.

After his body had been transformed by the system, what Walker found most dissatisfying was that his murderous penis did not even have a single pubic hair. According to the system's explanation, the transformed body was the epitome of perfection.

Could it be that no pubic was the pinnacle of manhood?

Seeing the shy and slightly frightened look on the beautiful woman, the dark side of Walker's heart surged. He leaned over, wrapped his arms around her fiercely, began licking her face, and asked, "Sister Lana, so what you mean is that if you don't have your period, I can do whatever I want, right?"

Lana trembled and managed to whisper, "I—I didn't say that!"

Her voice quavered with fear as she continued, "We don't know each other... and I'm a widow, while you are a grown man—how can you do this?"

"Sister Lana, what should I do? I'm already too hard. It doesn't matter if you are on period. I can do it from behind," Walker declared.

As he spoke, he grabbed her right hand and slowly moved it downward, guiding her to grasp his dick while she remained in a stunned daze.

Startled, Lana tried to withdraw her hand in haste, but her struggle was in vain. Walker pressed her forcefully against his penis and panted heavily, "Sister Lana, I'm not as bad as that beast on the ground, but if you make me unhappy, I will force myself to have sex with you today."

When Lana heard this, fear left her no strength to resist. She simply kept her hand on his penis—neither holding it tightly nor withdrawing it—feeling its iron-hardness and overwhelming heat.

Walker immediately understood what was happening. He suddenly leaped to the ground and picked up the unconscious Gand, pinched his neck, and threw him outside. His movements flowed as naturally as water.

When the door closed again, Lana had already sat up, covering her ample breasts with one hand, and asked with a ruddy face, "Is he, is he okay?"

It was not concern but rather a deep-seated, instinctive cowardice and fear.

With a single glance, Walker analyzed her psychological state. He thought that gradually tearing apart the reserve of this traditionally demure woman was far more satisfying than merely raping her.

Walker then jumped onto the bed and embraced Lana. He felt her body stiffen for a moment before adapting and softening without further resistance. Unable to hide his smug smile, he said, "Don't worry—this bastard will just be drunk today. Nothing will happen when he wakes up."

"Is that so..." Lana replied softly, covering her breasts shyly, though her tone still betrayed disappointment.

Noticing her inner conflict, Walker held her in his arms, kissed her ears as gently as he had on the minibus, then touched her lower abdomen with both hands and began caressing her ample breasts uncontrollably.

Her reserved struggle proved futile. Lana blushed and awkwardly opened her hands, unsure where to place them. As she lowered her head, she could only watch her breasts being caressed by him, enjoying their charming softness like a water ball.

While playing with her perfect pair of full breasts, and observing her disordered breathing and slightly trembling lips, Walker couldn't help but long to kiss her.

However, Lana subconsciously dodged, prompting Walker to bite her ear, lick it, and seductively say, "Sister Lana, you should hate him. It is this man who made you life worse in the village. Why do you still care whether he's okay or not?"

Lana snorted softly, her body softening as she allowed him to molest her.

Seeing her gritted teeth, Walker held her and lay down. He couldn't resist grabbing one of her full breasts and opening his mouth to suck on its cute, rosy nipple. His tongue gently licked the areola as she sucked it like a child in ecstasy—so much so that, for a moment, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of milk.

Suddenly, Lana cried out, twisted her waist, and moaned, "Don't suck..."

"Hehe, it seems that Sister Lana's nipples are very sensitive. It must feel wonderful to have them sucked like this," Walker murmured.

Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his penis and panted heavily, "Sister Lana, don't worry about yourself; let me feel comfortable too."

Lana's face flushed, and though she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, Walker's pressure prevented her. Out of shyness, she instinctively held his iron-hard cock.

So hot...

The burning sensation made Lana feel as if her heart could not bear it. She couldn't fathom what it would feel like if such a huge object entered her body.

"Yes, that's it. Sister Lana is so nice," Walker exclaimed. Savoring her delicious, ample breasts with both his hands and mouth, he straightened his waist to guide her in helping him masturbate and panted, "Sister Lana, mine is bigger, or your man's is bigger..."

Lana's hands moved instinctively and clumsily. Hearing his words, she closed her eyes in shame, unwilling to pay attention to him. Walker chuckled and suddenly sucked on her snow-white breast, licking it with a smacking sound that drove Lana almost to madness.

As she trembled, Walker slowly kissed her neck upward. Lana subconsciously tried to avoid him, but he had already captured her rosy lips in a kiss and panted, "Sister Lana, let me be happy. I will help you get revenge and ensure that bastard lives a life worse than death."

His words were like a devil's whisper, stirring the dark side of this timid and gentle peasant woman. Grievance and sorrow flooded her mind, diminishing her resistance to his intimate advances.

Yet her traditional reserve still held sway—she closed her eyes, clenching her teeth, appearing as a victim unwilling to cooperate.

Walker gently pinched her hardened nipples with his hands, the sour, painful sensation causing Lana to groan instinctively.

As soon as her teeth parted, he took advantage of the situation and went straight in, beginning to enjoy her tender little tongue.

That kiss was like dry wood igniting a raging fire. Lana, who had initially been uncooperative, began breathing rapidly, her soft little tongue gradually responding to the pleasure of Walker's rough hands playing with her breasts.

The beautiful woman's plump body slowly softened; she twisted slightly and began to respond instinctively, without control.

The kiss was so intense that not only did she feel suffocated, but Walker also felt his mind explode. When their lips parted, a silver thread still connected them.

Lana lay there with her hair disheveled, her face flushed with intoxication, her full breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath.

Walker was so aroused that it hurt. No longer satisfied with her clumsy hand stroking, he suddenly picked up the pretty widow's plump body and let her lie on him, panting, "Sister Lana, suck it."

Lana opened her eyes, now misted, and before her was his hard cock.

The glans was as big as an egg, full of a murderous aura—thick and imposing, covered with blue veins, and looked extremely ferocious. It exuded a strong masculine scent that made Lana feel suffocated, her body growing weak and even hotter.

Feeling his blood boil, Walker pressed the head of his penis against her slightly parted lips and hurriedly said, "Help me blow it out, Sister Lana. As long as I cum, I promise not to fuck you today."

It had come to this point where modesty and chastity seemed almost illusory, and a woman's traditional psychological defenses were nearly shattered.

A man's oath is the most unreliable thing in the world—he is as lustful as a devil before ejaculation and as sanctimonious as a Buddha afterward, his greatest function being to provide women with an excuse to deceive themselves.

Yes... Men, if you let him ejaculate, he will have no energy to continue. If you do not allow penetration, you might consider that you have preserved your chastity.

Lana was still deceiving herself, thinking that she had passed this hurdle; the huge object in her hand looked so ferocious, and the aura it exuded did not repel her.

Seeing that she was holding his penis without moving, Walker took the initiative to straighten his waist, and the glans moved along her lips as he panted heavily, "Good, Sister Lana, hurry up; if you don't cum, I can't hold it back. Don't blame me for not keeping my word then."

"What nonsense are you talking about? That place is not suitable for—" Lana rolled her eyes shyly, which greatly excited Walker.

So the pretty widow was still a virgin in the back? Could he then find a chance to deflower her?

Fucking her asshole doesn't really count as sexual intercourse.

Walker daydreamed excitedly. At that moment, Lana had already lowered her head in shame. She held his penis and gently licked it with her tongue, saying in a trembling voice, "I—I haven't tried it yet. Tell me how to do it later..."

Upon hearing this, Walker nearly turned into a beast and shouted excitedly, "Sister Lana, have you never licked your man's dick?"

The vulgar words further stimulated the pretty widow's sense of shame. Lana blushed, but replied angrily, "My man is a teacher. He is not as bad as you. He doesn't knows all these crooked ways."

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So her mouth was also a virgin? Walker was so pleased that he pressed her head with both hands and urged her, "Sister Lana, please lick it quickly. If i don't cum, I can't hold it back. Don't blame me for not keeping my word then."

"Hmmm..."

Not only was the smell not unpleasant, but it also exuded a unique aroma that was captivating. Lana closed her eyes in shame and licked the glans with her tender little tongue as if savoring ice cream.

The wet, slippery sensation allowed Walker, a virgin, to relish his first oral sex experience. He opened his mouth wide and nearly screamed.

"Yes, Sister Lana... lick it just like eating a popsicle!!"

"Sister Lana, you are great, your tongue is so soft—keep moving your hands!"

"Don't just lick the testicles, suck the glans."

Perhaps women are born with talent. After the initial shame, Lana slowly let go and even wondered why she felt pleasure from his compliments.

But now that things had come to this, she did not hesitate. She gave Walker a charming look, then held his cock with her little hand and continued to stroke it.

She even took the initiative to ask him to spread his legs, kissed his penis slowly down, and began to lick his testicles with her soft little tongue.

Walker let out an excited "oh"—he had hoped she would lick the shaft of his rod, but he did not expect her to lick his testicles directly.

Even though she was inexperienced, this stimulation was potent enough for a virgin.

The pretty widow's head was almost buried in Walker's crotch, her beautiful hair obscuring her expression, while the clicking sounds from her ears provided great stimulation.

Perhaps it was an ostrich mentality—no one could witness her shameful side—so Lana became increasingly relaxed, not only licking but also kissing without prompting, intoxicated as if savoring a treasure.

"Great, Sister Lana, your mouth is so comfortable!" Walker declared.

He lay with his arms and legs spread out, feeling so comfortable that he could scarcely breathe evenly as he spoke.

He couldn't help but look around, but unfortunately, the house was bare—there were no wedding photos or similar decorations on the wall.

Otherwise, enjoying the service of a pretty widow licking a man's cock for the first time beneath wedding photos would have been an amazing sensation.

Lana licked it with a sound of "tsk tsk." Perhaps it was the awakening of a woman's instinct; the man's reaction provided her with sufficient feedback.

The stroking of her hand gradually accelerated, making Walker gasp in pleasure.

Had the system not strengthened his body, as a virgin he would have surrendered long ago, unable to endure such stimulation.

"Sister Lana, suck me. Don't just lick the testicles—suck the glans," he urged.

Walker became increasingly excited by this stimulation. He couldn't help but sit up and stroke her head while speaking hoarsely.

At that moment, Lana was kneeling, her huge breasts hanging like papayas—adorned with his kiss marks and saliva.

Walker couldn't help but use both hands to grasp the ample pair he couldn't hold with one hand, and began kneading them.

Lana moaned instinctively, raised her head, and looked at Walker with misty eyes and a hint of shyness.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled and her face flushed; the virtuous widow appeared a little more charming, exuding a feminine allure that ignited desire.

Walker's eyes were full of aggression yet reflected an appreciation for her charm. Lana lowered her head in embarrassment and murmured, "How, how can I do it? I don't know how to..."