Deviant: No Longer Human

Clad in nothing but a flimsy white towel, she found herself forcefully pressed down onto her own bed, unsure of how to react.

Panic gnawed at her, but her attempts to push him away proved futile, and all that escaped her lips were muffled cries of protest, quickly smothered by his insistent presence.

"Argh, Wang Xiao, enough!" she burst out, the words escaping her lips the moment he parted from their deep and passionate kiss. Their eyes locked in a fierce and unyielding deadlock, the weight of the moment pressing down upon her trembling frame.

Wang Xiao\'s focus shifted momentarily, his gaze drawn irresistibly to her lips, glossy with the remnants of their shared saliva.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and clutched her face between his fingers, locking her in a hypnotic trance of intensity.

!!

Her breath caught in her chest as his piercing stare penetrated her, leaving her stunned and devoid of any coherent response.

In that moment, Josephine\'s mind raced, trying to regain her composure and find the strength to assert herself.

Summoning her last reserves of courage, Josephine\'s hands shot up, grappling fiercely at Wang Xiao\'s wrists, determined to break free from his grip.

Her eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and determination, bore into his, silently demanding him to release her from his hold.

Wang Xiao\'s brows furrowed with a mixture of surprise and intrigue as he realized the sudden resistance brewing within Josephine.

His grip loosened slightly, yet his fingers maintained their firm presence against her flushed cheeks, unwilling to forfeit.

"No, Wang Xiao!" she finally spoke, her voice trembling but laced with an unexpected undercurrent of strength. "This is not right. This is not like you at all!" she asserted, her words cutting through the tense air like a sharp blade.

"Oh?" Wang Xiao halted, a sudden glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes, as if they were grinning at her. "So what am I like...?" he asked, his voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness.

"That..!?"

Josephine\'s lips pressed tightly together, a conflicted expression crossing her face.

She turned her gaze away, unable to meet his eyes, realizing that although she had voiced her disapproval, she didn\'t have the answers to his query.

A heavy sigh of disappointment escaped Wang Xiao\'s lips, the weight of his expectations drowning him.

He had anticipated her to illuminate him with her perspective of him.

With the sigh still hanging in the air, his warm lips grazed her neck, jolting Josephine from her thoughts. She let out a frustrated groan, "Ugh, listen to me and stop already!"

Her neck twisted and turned as Wang Xiao continued to suckle on her sensitive skin, transforming it into a fiery flush of crimson. Restless, her hands clenched into clenched fists, a physical embodiment of her loosing patience.

"Wang Xiao, it won\'t end well if you persist!" she warned, her voice laced with a blend of concern and admonishment.

"I would call for help."

Her words slipped through one of Wang Xiao\'s ears and out the other, his nonchalance evident.

If she truly wanted to involve others, she could have easily done so herself, a long ago.

He released a silent smile, his lips trailing kisses across her cheeks, while she shook her head in protest.

Yet, the scent of fresh roses wafting from her was enough to captivate Wang Xiao, causing him to disregard her objections.

He tightened his grip on her jaw, holding it firm as he pressed his lips against hers, time and time again.

Josephine felt utterly helpless, her eyes brimming with a faint anguish, but there was something indescribably sorrowful in her gaze.

Finally, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, revealing the truth she had long sensed.

Why did she always perceive a different aura emanating from him?

Beneath his tough exterior, there lay hidden depths, as if cracks marred his very foundation.

The mere thought of it filled her with a profound sadness. "His eyes were so bleak... always," she concluded, piecing together the fragments of her understanding.

Having sated his desires, Wang Xiao briefly ran his tongue along her collarbone before casting his gaze downward, drawn to her cleavage. Her breasts, astonishingly ample for her age, beckoned to him like a soft, seductive melody.

He gently untucked her towel, slowly unwinding it, his fingers gliding against her smooth skin.

Josephine\'s eyes widened ever so slightly, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "Wang Xiao, let\'s thoroughly consider this first," she managed to say, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.

"You can do that later, but we need to talk right now!" she asserted, her voice laced with nervousness.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine uttering those words, but the panic coursing through her veins pushed them out, her porcelain white skin reflecting in his intense gaze.

Wang Xiao\'s eyes were fixated on her ample breasts, unable to tear his gaze away. He paused momentarily, captivated by the sight of those jade melons, perfectly ripe with a cherry on top.

Josephine\'s youthful age promised velvety smoothness, enticing Wang Xiao to squeeze and caress them.

"Wang Xiao... Phew... So you\'re finally ready to listen," Josephine thought, a faint sense of relief washing over her amidst the blush that stained her cheeks.

She misunderstood his momentarily halt for an expression of understanding.

Though she had no qualms about pursuing a relationship with him, this wasn\'t the way she had envisioned it.

However, Wang Xiao\'s thoughts took a different direction. \'I wonder if they would burst like water balloons if I squeezed them hard enough,\' he mused, his gaze remaining fixed on her breasts.

Almost unconsciously, his hand reached out towards them, and with a sudden jolt, it was as if they bounced back, emitting a faint boing!

"Eh?"