Deviant: No Longer Human

A sudden pressure filled the room, descending upon Mary like a weight, and her face paled immediately, color draining from her face.

She couldn\'t dare to meet his eyes any longer. His anger needed an outlet, and speaking out of turn at this moment was risky—she knew all too well what could happen if she pushed him too far.

He had vaporized others for less.

"Come here," he ordered.

"..."

Without a word, Mary moved toward him, her movements graceful but tense.

Wang Xiao reached out, grabbing her chin and lifting her face so he could look at her directly. Her eyes were dark and hollow, black with a blood-red hue, like the remnants of a nightmare.

Her skin, pale and untouched by sunlight, gave her the appearance of someone locked away for centuries—cold, untouchable, like a statue grown in the depths of a forgotten basement.

Wang Xiao\'s expression twisted into a smirk. "If I cover your face with a cloth," he said, his hand moving down to grasp her firmly, "your body would still be worth a try…"

His fingers dug into her flesh, testing the softness of her skin.

Mary\'s body had remained unnaturally supple over the years, a result of the experiments and her time in the laboratory, her skin more sensitive than most.

She winced as his fingers pushed further, slipping between the gap of her buttocks.

Even through the thick fabric of her gothic attire, the discomfort was clear. Her face betrayed a brief flicker of pain as he pressed harder.

Wang Xiao, unimpressed by her reaction, removed the quilt from his lap with his free hand.

"Give me a head," he commanded.

Mary\'s face turned grim, her eyes narrowing in surprise.

In all the time she had served him, Wang Xiao had never once asked her for something like this, nor had he shown any inclination toward harassing her.

Despite the rumors that circulated among his followers, insinuating that she was his lover, she knew the truth.

Their relationship was far from intimate.

Years ago, her project had caused his kidnapping. She had sent millions of children to their deaths through her experiments—one of whom could have been him. Wang Xiao had never forgiven her for it.

His tolerance of her presence, despite everything, was nothing more than necessity.

Her eyes, hollow and devoid of pupils, gave away none of her thoughts, but deep inside, a sense of fear took root.

This was new. This was dangerous.

She feared it wasn\'t the act itself, but the implication of it. Women who slept with Wang Xiao often considered it a blessing, but for her…

She feared becoming just another body in his laboratory, discarded once her usefulness had expired.

"… I…" she began, her voice faltering.

"Do as I say," he growled, his patience thinning.

Mary pursed her lips, a moment of hesitation flickering in her gaze, before gracefully moving to squat near his legs.

With delicate fingers, she pulled away the towel that veiled his lower body, revealing the proud, throbbing length of his hardened manhood as it sprang forth, pulsing with heat and desire.

Her pale, fragile hands, trembling slightly, seemed almost childlike in comparison to its girth.

Yet as she wrapped her fingers around it, she felt the searing heat coursing through her palms, her heart quivering with an unfamiliar feeling.

She leaned closer, parting her soft moist lips, her breath warm against him, as her tongue flicked out teasingly, grazing the tip.

"Mmm..." Wang Xiao\'s eyes fluttered shut as he released a low sigh of satisfaction.

His gaze lowered, watching her with hooded eyes, while her dark, silky hair cascaded forward, falling like a curtain to obscure her face, the strands glimmering with a lustrous sheen in the dim light.

Gently, he placed his hand atop her head, guiding her rhythm as it bobbed up and down, her lips tightly wrapped around his manhood. "Lick lower," he murmured, his voice thick with command.

She paused, her breath hitching, before obediently moving downward.

Her lips found their way to his balls, enveloping them as she nibbled and sucked, her tongue swirling, while her hands continued to stroke his shaft, slick with her wetness, creating a rhythm.

Knock! Knock!

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Wang Xiao, without losing his composure, signaled to Mary not to be bothered by the interruption. "Come in," he said, his voice calm, yet authoritative.

The door creaked open, revealing Wang Mei in her nightdress, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands. Her eyes widened in surprise as the scene before her.

"Close the door," Wang Xiao commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Wang Mei hesitated for just a second, her gaze lingering on Mary, whose face was flushed with concentration, awkwardness flickering in her own expression. But she obeyed, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

"I... I brought food for you," Wang Mei finally spoke, her voice strained as her eyes darted from Mary, still kneeling and attending to him, to Wang Xiao, who lay bare before her.

The situation felt impossibly intimate, yet strangely familiar.

Wang Xiao gave a curt nod, gesturing toward the study table. "Take the chair."

Her feet moved almost mechanically as she walked towards his study, her mind occupied with the oppressive weight of the atmosphere.

She grabbed the chair and placed it near the head of the bed, while setting the tray of food behind the lampshade.

The dim light cast shadows that only deepened the strangeness of the scene.

Every so often, her eyes flickered toward Mary.

Slurp… slurp…

The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, causing Wang Mei to shift uncomfortably.

The tension gnawed at her, a peculiar mix of embarrassment and confusion.

Mary\'s continued unabated, her soft groans mingling with Wang Xiao\'s steady breathing.

Wang Mei\'s thoughts tangled as she sat there, watching.

This wasn\'t unfamiliar to her. She herself had already shared the bed with him, yet now, in this moment, the reality of his power hit her like a wave.

Two women… both his, in a sense.

Such a scene might have been normal for Wang Xiao, who wore it with the ease of someone born to command, but for Wang Mei, the strangeness was almost suffocating.