Deviant: No Longer Human

"Ahh..." Lingling's soft groan slipped from the car as Wang Xiao slammed the door shut, leaving the two spent women inside. A gust of wind swept over him, magically cleansing his body, leaving him as fresh as if nothing had happened.

His clothes shifted into pristine condition, like he hadn't just spent the last hour using that car for far more than transportation.

"Well, that's convenient," he muttered with a smirk, glancing down at his newly donned attire. He cracked his neck, as he hummed his way back toward the party.

It was barely 10 p.m., and these high-class shindigs usually dragged on until 2 a.m., at least. Plenty of time for him to stir up more trouble.

As he stepped into the mansion, a bit of chatter caught his ear. "Sick?" Wang Xiao frowned, genuinely confused.

Xin Meifang, quick to fill him in, waved him over. "Rui's back in her room. She said she wasn't feeling well."

"Sick, huh?" Wang Xiao mused, though the grin pulling at his lips said otherwise.

'She wasn't sick an hour ago.' He figured her "illness" was more about what she saw in the car. Not that it mattered—she wasn't the focus tonight anyway.

The real attention was on her in-laws.

Murong Shan, on the other hand, had apparently bolted, something about his office catching fire.

Wang Xiao stifled a chuckle.

Yuriko's spell really flipped his world upside down, didn't it?

Yuriko, that real witch, was proving herself to be one hell of an asset. The way she could throw someone's life into chaos with a flick of her wrist? He needed more of that.

'I must enslave her this time!', he thought, appreciating how convenient it was to have someone who could ruin a man's life before dessert.

Wang Xiao's thoughts darkened with a wicked grin. 'I should've taken Liu Yanmei right in front of Murong Shan. The look on his face would've been priceless.' The idea of seeing his expression while he had his mother beneath him made his blood rush.

And why stop there? He could throw Madam Li into the mix too. Father, son—it didn't matter.

He'll fuck every woman in the Murong family if he feel like it.

The mental image of both men wearing the proverbial green hat was too good to pass up. The ultimate humiliation.

He grinned wider, walking upstairs through the mansion like a man with a plan.

"Why's he looking so pleased with himself?" Xin Meifang muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing as she watched him.

Earlier, Wang Xiao had shown up looking like he was ready to break something. Now, though? He was practically glowing with satisfaction.

She shook her head, baffled. "I don't understand this younger generation at all."

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Qian Ruixin sat at the edge of her bed, her face still burning red despite the steaming bath. Her light pink pajamas hugged to her slender frame, the soft fabric barely hiding her flushed skin. She stared at her phone, waiting for a message from Lingling or Liu Yanmei.

"..."

She bit her lip, torn between guilt and cowardice. She should've gone back, but her legs had refused to move. After cleaning off the sweat, the feeling of his hands still lingered on her body, no matter how much she scrubbed.

Her heart clenched, guilt twisting deeper as she recalled the taste of his lips, still fresh on hers.

"Should I tell her...?" Her fingers hovered over Wang Jiarong's contact, her thumb trembling with hesitation. Her heart pounded with anxiety, knowing Wang Xiao had crossed the line tonight. Was it the alcohol that made him lose control?

In the end, she sent the message, keeping the details vague, calling it a "ruckus." Her chest loosened, a breath of relief escaping her lips. She didn't have the strength to confess it all, but knowing Wang Jiarong's sharpness, she would pry every secret from him soon enough.

"I should check on Lingling..." she murmured, standing, her mind set on leaving the room.

Click.

As the door swung open, her body froze.

Whoosh.

"The pink suits you, I like it..." Wang Xiao's voice came through the room as his eyes swept over her, taking in every inch of her body.

It was not very curvy, but it should be very comfortable to hold while sleeping

The light pink pajamas was soft and tempting, a sight that stirred him. Without a second thought, he stepped inside, his presence filling the space.

The door clicked shut behind him, locking them in.

"Yue wears the same color," he mused, his eyes darkening as they locked onto her shocked face, amusement dancing in his gaze.

"...What are you doing here?" Qian Ruixin's voice came out strained, her back pressing firmly against the door, fingers quietly fumbling with the doorknob behind her. Her sharp eyes glared at Wang Xiao, but her effort to hide the fear beneath her composed expression was clear.

Wang Xiao, with a casual shrug, grinned. "I don't know…" His voice was soft, almost careless. He didn't need a reason. He was simply following his whims, and those whims had led him here tonight, to her.

Click. Click. Click.

Qian Ruixin's heart quickened as the doorknob refused to turn. Panic crept into her chest, but her face remained stone-cold. "!!"

Before she could act further, Wang Xiao was suddenly in front of her. His hand darted out, gently grabbing her chin. "Nice try," he murmured, leaning in close, lips brushing against her forehead in a quick, deliberate kiss. "—*smooch*—But it won't open."

Her body froze, stiffening beneath his touch. "!!!" Her lips trembled, though no words escaped. She looked up at him, startled, with the growing danger.

Wang Xiao chuckled, his fingers lingering on her face for a moment longer. The thrill of toying with her, this older cousin of his, stirred something deep within him.

He was always drawn to the challenge of toying those who thought they could resist.

And after the frustration with Yue, this was the perfect release.

"Haaa… you've kept things so neat, only if Lanlan kept her room this organised..." he said, his eyes sweeping over her room. His gaze rested on her bed, the soft pink sheets immaculately arranged.

The faint scent of red rossed floated through the air, mixing with the lingering smell of her bath. "Your bedsheets... They smell just like you." His voice held amusement as he casually turned his back on her and walked toward the bed.

Qian Ruixin's hair, tied up in a tight bun, had begun to loosen. Stray strands framed her face, which was flushed from the panic and heat of the moment. Her delicate hands, still trembling, released the doorknob.

He turned, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "So proper, even now," he murmured as he sat on the edge of her bed.