Deviant: No Longer Human

Zhao Lian's words slipped through her clenched teeth, "You bastard…"

Wang Xiao didn't react immediately. His mind wandered for a moment, surprised to see someone connected to Asmodeus.

He and Asmodeus hadn't had a deep grudge, but killing him had been necessary for survival.

Back then, Wang Xiao hadn't understood the brutal truth: anyone, no matter how small a threat, who could stand in your way had to be eliminated. Now, it all made sense.

Now, he understood. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Enough." Wang Xiao's voice cut through the air like a blade, calm but commanding. It silenced the room instantly. Zhao Lian froze under his gaze, her body stiffening.

"—?"

She turned her head, anger and confusion burning in her eyes. But all she found was Wang Xiao's smile—cold, wicked. A smile that made her stomach churn. Something was wrong.

Swoosh!

Before she could react, a force yanked her forward. She flew across the space, landing on Wang Xiao's lap with a sudden movement.

Her body instinctively tensed as his hand grazed her cheek, the touch cold and deliberate. "Such a tasty face," he whispered, his voice thick with amusement. "Still full of anger, I like that."

"!"

Zhao Lian's heart raced as she realized where she was—her body pressed tightly against his, her chest heaving in rage. His breath warmed her neck, her pulse quickening in panic. She kept her face hard, but fear lurked underneath.

"L—Leave me!" She tried to pull away, but Wang Xiao's grip tightened, his fingers clamping down on her chin, forcing her to stay still.

The more she resisted, the more his smirk deepened.

"So young," he mused, his eyes roving over her. "How many men have touched you?" His fingers trailed down her jaw, slow and deliberate, teasing her as they moved toward her collarbone. "Or did you save yourself for someone? A lover perhaps?"

Zhao Lian's eyes flared with anger, her breath hitching. "None of your business," she spat, her voice trembling with fury.

Wang Xiao chuckled darkly, his hand wandering down to her shoulder, then lower. "No one's touched you, huh? I can tell." His fingers grazed her chest, brushing over her top lightly. "But I wonder… do you touch yourself?"

Zhao Lian's breath caught, her body tense. "You're disgusting," she hissed, her voice shaking as she glared at him.

Wang Xiao leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, whispering, "When you're alone at night, do you think about someone? Or do you use your fingers to get off?"

Hiss!

Her eyes widened, her body trembling with disgust, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. "Go to hell," she snarled, trying to jerk her head away, but his grip only tightened.

Wang Xiao's smirk grew darker.

His hand moved lower, resting just above her waist, his fingers teasing the edge of her tight black pencil skirt. "Come on, tell me," he whispered, licking her cheek disgustingly. "Are you a virgin? Or has someone already taken you...?"

"Ugh!"Zhao Lian struggled against him, her hands gripping the arms of the chair, her knuckles white as she fought to maintain control. "I'd rather die than answer your disgusting words!" she spat, her words trembling with hatred.

Wang Xiao chuckled softly, his fingers moving lower, brushing the inside of her thigh. "Oh? Do you get wet when you're scared? I bet you do."

Gasp!

Her body jerked involuntarily, but his hand held her in place. She could feel his breath against her skin, his voice low and cruel. "You pretend to be tough, but deep down, I bet you're just waiting to be fucked, aren't you?"

"!"

Zhao Lian's body tensed further, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.

Her breath came in short, angry bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. "Shut up already!" she hissed, but the words came out weak.

Wang Xiao's fingers slid up her thigh, his grip tightening as he pinched her soft and tender white skin. "You say that, but I can feel it. I bet if I slipped my hand under your panties right now, you'd be soaked, wouldn't you?"

Zhao Lian's heart pounded wildly, her body trembling with a mix of anger and revulsion. "No—!" she gasped, trying to push him away, but his grip was too strong, his hand holding her firmly in place.

Wang Xiao's lips curled into a wicked smile, his hand moving higher. "What would your dear daddy think if he knew you were sitting here like this? Do you think he'd care? Or would he just sell you off to the highest bidder?"

Her eyes blazed with fury, her entire body shaking in his grip. "You disgust me," she spat, her voice thick with venom, but her fear was evident.

The sheer panic in her gaze was anything but a seductive spell.

Wang Xiao leaned in closer, licking the side of her neck as she flinched. "Disgust you? No… you're just scared because you like it. You want this, don't you? A man who can take control."

Zhao Lian shuddered, her body stiff as his fingers brushed the edge of her panties. "Stop it!" she gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts, but Wang Xiao only chuckled in response.

"You'd beg for it if I pushed you far enough," he whispered, his hand squeezing her thigh. "Maybe I'll find out tonight. Or maybe I'll make you beg in front of everyone. Would you like that?"

Her body jerked in disgust, but Wang Xiao only smiled wider, loving every second of her struggle.

In the corner, Renji closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer. His guilt weighed heavy on him, but there was nothing he could do now.

Wang Xiao's fingers hovered at the edge of Zhao Lian's panties, his smile darkening with each passing second. "Come on," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he chuckled softly. "It'll just make this more fun. Don't tell me… you've never even been kissed before?"

His thumb grazed her quivering lips, slick with moisture, almost begging to be taken. The way they trembled under his touch made his smile widen.

Zhao Lian's glare could have set him on fire, but she realized something terrifying—he had a very twisted, very evil taste.

One that she could feel right before her eyes.

Without warning, Wang Xiao leaned in, his face pressing against hers with a vile eagerness.

Her body jerked back instinctively, a shiver of disgust running through her as his lips grazed her cheek. But he didn't stop—he bit down, sinking his teeth into her delicate skin, making her twitch and groan in protest.

"Ugh…!"

Zhao Lian felt his cold saliva drip over her skin, her eyes widening in shock and revulsion. She recoiled, but it only seemed to fuel him more.

Behind them, Yuzuki watched in silent horror, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene.

Her heart pounded, and a strange, unexpected heat crept between her thighs. She felt a tingle that made her shiver.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' The shame of being aroused by such cruelty was maddening.

If Wang Xiao knew that both of these sisters had a hidden masochistic streak, he might've stopped playing the villain altogether and sought enlightenment as a Buddha.

But right now, his mind was far from that kind of path.

Wang Xiao gripped Zhao Lian's smooth, delicate cheeks between his fingers, squeezing her face so hard it forced her lips to pucker, their eyes locking.

Her fury was evident in those quivering eyes, but he enjoyed it all. "Let me do what your father failed to teach you…" he muttered, his voice dripping with cruelty.

"??"

Zhao Lian's eyes flashed with confusion—until it hit her.

"...Ughhh...!"

Her groan was muffled as his cold tongue forced its way between her puckered lips, violating her mouth with brutally.

Slurp..slurp..

He sucked on her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue twisting inside, tasting her without any regard for her struggle.

"!!"

She pressed her hands firmly against his chest, trying to shove him away, but it was futile. His tongue pushed deeper, exploring her mouth, the bitter yet intoxicating taste of her lipstick only fueling his desire. His hand slid further up her skirt, squeezing her bare buttocks with a rough, possessive grip.

"N...Gghhh…!"

Zhao Lian's body trembled, her face flushing deep red from a mix of suffocation and disgust. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she gagged on the taste of him, her body responding involuntarily to his touch despite her hatred.

Her mind screamed for release, but Wang Xiaohad her exactly where he wanted—helpless and furious.