Deviant: No Longer Human

As he pressed deeper, her body tensed, a sharp pain coursing through her as her last barrier was broken.

A warm trickle of blood appeared between her legs, staining the white sheets—like a blooming apricot flower in white snow.

Wang Xiao\'s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a grin as he watched her face twist in pain. "You\'re all mine now, Rui," he murmured possessively. "No one else… will ever touch you like this." His voice was low, tinged with an obsession.

"It… hurts… so much…" she whispered, her voice quivering with a mixture of pain and guilt, the words escaping her in soft, breathless gasps. "We… shouldn\'t be doing this…"

But the thoughts only twisted deeper in her mind. Not even her husband had touched her, and now her cousin was inside her?

The shame welled up in her chest, burning hotter than the pain.

How is she supposed to live with this? she thought, feeling a hollow ache alongside every touch.

He brushed his lips against hers, silencing her protest with another consuming kiss. "It won\'t hurt for long… soon, you\'ll want this as much as I do."

Allowing her a brief pause, he held her close, his touch becoming gentle for a fleeting moment.

But then, he began to move again, his thrusts deep and unyielding, filling the room with rhythmic sounds as he quickened his pace.

"Ahh… ngh—no… please…Xiao... my mind is... spinning..." she whimpered, her voice choked with guilt, yet her body was betraying her, responding involuntarily to his movements.

"You say no," he whispered roughly against her ear, "but your body is begging for more." He grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You\'re so tight… so perfect… just for me."

Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!

The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, the wet sounds intensifying as he moved faster, her fingers digging into his back in a desperate, conflicted grip.

Each gasp and cry from her lips only fueled his desire, her resistance fading as her breaths turned to reluctant, broken moans.

"Ah… Xiao Wang… ngh… this is… soooo...wrong…" she moaned, her voice heavy with guilt, yet unable to fully resist the sensations overwhelming her.

"Wrong?" he murmured, his voice possessive and dark. "No, Rui. You\'re mine… and nothing will ever change that."

Slurp.... slurp…

Each movement deepened the mix of pain and pleasure, her breaths shuddering as she struggled with the flood of emotions within her, guilt battling against the pull of his touch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnn!~"

Her scream echoed through the room, her body arching helplessly as waves of heat surged through her.

Her flushed skin glistened, every inch of her trembling as he released his hot seed deep inside, flooding her with a warmth that overwhelmed her senses.

"P-please… Xiao Wang… I… I\'m so tired…" she whispered, her voice barely more than a broken whimper. "My body… it\'s numb… I can\'t take anymore… I w

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion, and she shivered as the lingering heat continued to pulse through her, her body unable to fight the overpowering sensations any longer.

Swish...swish...

Her hands flailed weakly, pushing against nothing but empty air as her strength faded. Her legs clamped tightly together with the last of her resistance.

Her entire body was drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking beautifully to her flushed skin. Her voice, once soft and sweet, had turned hoarse and exhausted, barely a whisper now.

"Ah… ngh…" she murmured, her eyes unfocused, lost in a hazy daze as her senses blurred.

Wang Xiao, after finishing inside her, had climbed off the bed, his grip firm as he tugged her back toward him, repositioning her with a gentle scrape across the sheets.

The alcohol had fully overtaken her, dulling her mind and leaving her submissive in his hands.

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Her body arched backward, head tilting as her hair cascaded over her shoulders, beads of sweat tracing down her neck.

"Ahhh... it\'s… filling me up…" she slurred, her voice thick with drunkeness.

Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!

The rhythmic sound of his thrusts echoed through the room, his manhood plunging deeper with each thrust, pressing fully into her tightness.

"You\'re… so good…" he murmured, his voice rough with need.

She shudder beneath him as he held her hips in place, each motion leaving her moaning.

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She was on her knees now, hands gripping the mattress as her body trembled beneath him.

Squeak… squeak

Went the bed beneath them, her fingers digging into the sheets.

"Mmm… I-I can\'t take it… but… more…" she whimpered, barely coherent.

"You\'ll take it, Rui…" he whispered roughly in her ear, his fingers pressing firmly into her waist. "Every last bit." His voice low and dark, he drove deeper, his rhythm sped up as he watched her arch and writhe.

Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!

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She lay on her stomach, her cheek pressed against the pillow, hair spilling across her flushed face, her half-lidded eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and surrender.

"Xiao Wang… ngh… I-I…" she whimpered hoarsely.

"You want it? Say it," he demanded, his voice fierce, leaning down until his lips brushed against her ear, his hands keeping her pinned.

His grip tightened as he pushed deeper, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around him, each gasp pulling him in further.

Pakh! Pakh!

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Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, her toes curling as her body seemed to respond against her will. "Yes… ngh... I… can\'t hold on…" she gasped, her breaths mixing with soft moans.

A smirk crossed his face as he held her tighter, her warmth surrounding him.

"You don\'t have to hold on, Rui… just give in… let me have all of you," he murmured possessively, his movements pressing deeper.

Pakh! Pakh!

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She lay on her side, chest rising and falling with labored breaths, her body slick with sweat, her hair clinging to her flushed skin.

haa… haa…

"It\'s… too much… everywhere… I am dying..." she mumbled, her voice faint, eyes barely open, her entire body weak and trembling.

He trailed his fingers down her side, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he took in her form. "You\'re mine, Rui… you won\'t die...."

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After three long hours, Qian Ruixin finally gave up, her body numb as she fainted onto the bed.

Wang Xiao chuckled bitterly, pulling a bedsheet over her. Seeing her tear-streaked face and swollen eyes, he felt a twinge of guilt. "Shouldn\'t have made her drink…" he muttered, shaking his head as he realized his own frustration had clouded his judgment.

"Yue… what the hell did you do to me?" he muttered to himself, one girl now occupying his mind completely and making his head spin.

Deciding he needed an outlet, he resolved to avoid his current entanglements. Instead, he planned to track down Sophia and ask her to arrange few women not related to him so he could clear his head.

His current state felt too volatile to continue like this.

He tore a page from a diary, writing a brief note for Qian Ruixin, then left it on the table before disappearing with a swift movement.

Whoosh!

The next day, Qian Ruixin woke, staring blankly at the wall. After a few moments, she reached down, wincing as she felt the lingering pain.

Liu Yanmei and Lingling, her closest people, were the first to visit her. Wang Xiao had already struck a deal with Lingling, and she had been unexpectedly supportive, not minding his forcefulness.

She had harbored a slight attraction to him initially, especially after learning he was the Eighth Prince—a information that had made her decide, reluctantly, that staying in his good graces could benefit her struggling family.

After bedding her, he hadn\'t even waited for her to wake up. But when Liu Yanmei and Lingling visited Qian Ruixin the next day, they understood why he had left in such a hurry.

He had already set his sights on his next target — his own cousin!

Lingling\'s mind shook at the scene in front of her.

She had been accommodating of Wang Xiao\'s advances, seeing a benefit in supporting her family\'s safety. But she hadn\'t anticipated the extent of his actions with his own cousin.

Though they couldn\'t reveal Wang Xiao\'s identity to anyone, they offered Qian Ruixin a restorative tonic provided by his associate, Anran, who managed his affairs quietly. After drinking it, Qian Ruixin began to recover.

As they spoke quietly, Lingling found something on the table and gasped.

"Lingling—what is it?" Liu Yanmei asked, turning to her.

Lingling hesitated, glancing at Qian Ruixin\'s somber expression. "It\'s from him," she said, her voice tense.

At the mention of Wang Xiao, Qian Ruixin\'s face darkened. She debated telling her extended family about everything that had happened, feeling lost.

Liu Yanmei urged caution, aware that Wang Xiao\'s identity was still closely guarded even within the family. This disagreement created friction between them.

"What does it say?" Liu Yanmei asked.

Lingling read the note aloud: "He wants her to meet him at Twin Towers tomorrow morning… to \'clarify things.\'"

"What?" Liu Yanmei\'s eyes widened as Qian Ruixin\'s face turned unreadable.