Deviant: No Longer Human

"Never," Zhao Lian spat through clenched teeth, her voice trembling. She was fighting herself as much as she was fighting him. Her chest heaved, her skin flushed, every part of her wanting to scream in protest, but her body felt weak, weighed down by his dominance.

"Keep telling yourself that," Wang Xiao said with a chuckle, his hand sliding lower to her most intimate place. "But your body is already giving me the answer." His fingers slid between her folds, his grin widening as he felt her involuntary response.

Wang Xiao leaned in close, his hot breath grazing **Zhao Lian's** neck before his tongue snaked out, licking slowly along her skin. She shuddered, repulsed, but unable to stop her body from reacting. His lips brushed against her cheek, and then he bit down hard, a painful nip that made her wince.

"You know…" he whispered, his voice dripping with depravity, "how many times he must have dreamed of getting inside you? Feeling this softness?" His words were laced with cruel amusement, his breath thick against her skin.

His fingers, which had already invaded her, continued to stroke and finger her wet folds, moving in and out slowly, deliberately, as if savoring her helplessness.

"Ugh…" Zhao Lian groaned, her body shuddering in a mix of disgust and unwanted sensation. She fought the urge to scream, to rip him apart with her bare hands, but her body refused to obey. The fingers probing inside her made it harder to think clearly, harder to keep her composure.

"This?" Wang Xiao continued, his voice lowering as he squeezed her breasts with one hand, the other mercilessly violating her. "This tight little pussy that could just… suck him in?" He laughed softly, the sound taunting as he watched her body betray her. Her moans, no matter how suppressed, only added to his pleasure.

Her groans grew more frequent, her body twitching in response to his touch.

But behind it all was an overwhelming sense of shame—shame that her body was reacting in any way to this monster.

Her hatred flared again, but her mind was drowning in his cruelty, in the humiliation of being treated like nothing more than a toy.

"You … vile beast.…" she hissed, her voice weak, trembling with a combination of fury and helplessness. Her teeth ground together, but she couldn't stop the involuntary reactions—the twitch of her hips, the slight arching of her back.

Wang Xiao's grin only widened as he sucked on her neck, biting her flesh again and again, leaving marks as his fingers continued to tease, stroke, and violate her most intimate place. "Fight all you want… but you'll moan for me soon enough," he whispered, his words cruel and confident.

He glanced back towards Yuzuki, who was watching with a hint of excitement in her eyes. Just as she began to move, understanding the unspoken command in his gaze, he stopped her. "Not you, not now," he said firmly.

Yuzuki froze, confused by the sudden change in direction. Wang Xiao's smile twisted wickedly as his eyes shifted to the woman sitting between him and Renji, who looked as though he was barely holding back his fury.

The woman was Liu Yanmei, the foreign minister. She had been part of the plan to secretly take action against him and now found herself in a dangerous position. If he didn't spare Renji, why would he let her off?

"You, come here. Kneel."

His words were like a commandment, and Liu Yanmei's eyes widened in shock. She stood frozen, looking at him in disbelief.

"I… I already have a husband," she stammered, her voice trembling. But Wang Xiao chuckled darkly at her weak protest. "Even better. Now come, unless you want everyone you care about dead."

Liu Yanmei sat frozen in her chair, her face pale, fear gripping her body. After what seemed like an eternity of hesitation, she finally stood, moving mechanically as she approached him.

With shaking hands, she dropped to her knees before him, the weight of humiliation settling on her like a heavy cloak.

Wang Xiao's gaze slid down, lingering on her cleavage as she knelt before him. Without hesitation, his hand reached beneath her blouse, his fingers squeezing her soft breasts.

"Mmm..." Liu Yanmei bit her lip, her eyes pleading as she met his gaze.

Her body flinched under his touch, her breasts sensitive, but that didn't stop him. He continued, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath his grip.

"Haa..." Zhao Lian, finally given a moment to breathe, exhaled sharply, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Wang Xiao.

He turned his attention back to the matter at hand, his expression wicked. "Take off my pants," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "You know what to do."

His eyes roamed over Liu Yanmei's face, despite her age, she still carried an charm that he found tempting.

Wealth and privilege had kept her looking youthful, and Wang Xiao couldn't help but appreciate how these high-ranking officials always managed to maintain their beauty.

Liu Yanmei swallowed hard, her eyes flicking between Wang Xiao's towering figure and Zhao Lian, still seated on his lap. Her hands trembled as she hesitated, knowing full well what was expected of her.

Wang Xiao frowned, his patience thinning as he watched Liu Yanmei hesitate. "Just pull back and swallow? Are you sure you're married?" he asked mockingly, his tone dripping with confusion.

Liu Yanmei flinched, her expression flickering with anger. No one had ever dared to speak to her like this. She looked up at him with those cold, calculated eyes. "I'm a mistress," she admitted, her voice tight with the weight of her confession.

"Huh?" Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, feeling like he was dealing with a fool. "A foreign minister kept as a mistress?" he asked, almost laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

Did her breasts grow, but not her brains?

Under the weight of his intense gaze, Liu Yanmei bit her lip, her voice conflicted as she continued. "My husband's family didn't accept me," she muttered, her guilt growing with every word.

Hearing her speak those guilt-ridden words, Wang Xiao was taken aback. What kind of ridiculous story is this? It sounded like some kind of melodramatic soap opera.

So, she had been living in the shadows all this time, a secret kept away?

And why did she still call him her husband?

Liu Yanmei's heart pounded as she feared what might happen if she revealed the truth—that the son raised by her husband and his real wife was actually hers.

She feared Wang Xiao would use that knowledge to blackmail her.

The fact that she was a mistress was something many people knew… but the truth about her being the real mother of their son?

That was something closely guarded secret.

Her husband's family would kill the boy if they found out. Status and background were everything to them.