Deviant: No Longer Human

"The last time you slept over," he murmured, his voice dropping lower as he traced the curve of her waist. "You were next to me all night..." His hand traveled lower, brushing over her burning thighs, soft and supple beneath his touch.

Qian Ruixin's body froze as she felt his fingers move across her skin. "Xiao Wang..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "What are you talking about?"

Wang Xiao smirked, his breath hot against her ear. "I touched you that night, everywhere," he whispered, "It was thrilling... wondering if you were really asleep or just pretending. I've thought about it ever since..."

He paused, his fingers lingering on her thigh, tracing slow circles. "So... were you awake, Rui? Do you remember anything?" His voice was filled with curiosity, almost as if he was genuinely interested in her answer, though the dark undertone remained.

Qian Ruixin's heart shook violently. He had touched her before? The suprise hit her like a wave of cold water. Her mind spun with fear and disbelief, her body tensing under his grip.

No... it couldn't be true.

She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out his words, just the thought of his hands on her skin as she slept defenseless sent chills down her spine.

Wang Xiao, oblivious to her panic—or perhaps reveling in it—gently kissed the back of her neck, pushing her hair aside. The soft strands brushed his face, and he couldn't help but compare her to his daughters.

'They were all like her,' he thought, a mix of amusement and nostalgia. He often teased them at night, not with malice, just innocent exploration. Nothing harmful—just a game, or so he told himself.

Lanlan, for instance, despite her attitude towards him, surprisingly — never objected.

She pretended to sleep, only resisting when things went too far, or if he dared bring up the topic of becoming her "man."

She hated that idea.

Or maybe she hated how Eleanor was so... accommodating of him...

Eleanor, who gave him free rein, allowing him to do whatever he wanted without so much as a complaint...

Too accommodating, in fact—it made Lanlan furious.

Then there was Yanyan, Amelia's daughter. Now, she was different. If Wang Xiao laid beside her, she'd grab his hand and place it directly on her breasts, unbothered by the intimacy. She didn't need coaxing, that one was difficult.

Wenxi, on the other hand, was shy. As long as he didn't panic her, she allowed him to explore, timid but compliant.

A cute girl—hard on the outside, soft on the inside.

He liked that contrast, but she should smile more.

Then there was Yue... complicated.

She pretended not to notice when he touched her, brushing off his advances until the last time she confronted him. Wang Xiao chuckled to himself.

The outside world had corrupted her.

He had brought them all out here deliberately to see how they'd react—to test their resolve against two contrasting worlds.

He never believed in caging their minds; it was more interesting to watch them confront these changes.

Yet, even with this freedom, he had safeguards in place. If any man dared touch their skin, they'd pay dearly. He would never allow another to claim what was his.

But now, his thoughts turned back to Rui. Had she known that night? Had she been pretending too? He studied her reaction carefully, watching as her body trembled in his hold.

With the way she shivered now, it seemed clear—she hadn't known.

Wang Xiao sighed, almost disappointed.

He had been hoping she remembered, that she had been awake, just like Lanlan or Yue.

But her fear, her confusion—it was real.

"It's okay if you don't remember... This time, I'll make sure you do," Wang Xiao muttered, a sinister smile curving his lips.

"Xiao Wang—mmphhgh!?" Before she could finish, he silenced her, his hand clamping firmly over her mouth.

"Shhh... no more talking, Rui. Now, just feel." His voice was low, dripping with authority. His other hand slipped inside her pajamas, fingers sliding against her warm thighs, pressing firmly as if savoring the softness beneath his touch.

Shhhht.

The fabric of her pajamas rustled as he moved, his hand trailing slowly upward.

His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, kissing the sensitive skin just above her shoulders.

Smack.

He tugged her clothes down a little, exposing more of her pale skin. "How does it feel now, Rui?" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and mixed with frganace of red wine, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Will you remember this?"

Qian Ruixin's body trembled. Her mind raced with fear, her heart pounding in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block him out.

Wang Xiao's lips kissed a trail down her neck.

Smooch. Smooch.

"Your skin... it's so soft," he muttered.

He took another deep breath, savoring her scent, before slowly sliding his hand higher. His fingers danced over her abdomen, tracing soft, deliberate circles. "Now, now... let's see what we've got here," he murmured, his voice almost playful.

His hand slipped higher still, and Qian Ruixin's breath hitched. Her chest tightened, her body frozen as his fingers finally reached her soft mounds on the chest...

She hadn't worn anything to bed, and his touch sent a sharp chill through her.

Shhfft.

His fingers brushed against her bare skin, lightly tracing the curve of her breast. Her body stiffened, her breathing shallow, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

"Aahh... still as soft as I remember, but it's bigger now..." Wang Xiao said softly.

He cupped her breast fully now, squeezing gently.

His thumb brushed over her nipple, circling it slowly before pinching it between his fingers.

Pinch.

"Mm... such a cute little thing," he murmured, his lips curving into a smile. "Just like you, Rui."

Qian Ruixin's body trembled uncontrollably beneath him, her eyes glistening with tears she refused to let fall. No... Her thoughts screamed, but she was powerless, trapped beneath his grip.

Wang Xiao leaned in, his lips grazing her cheek as he planted a soft kiss there. Smooch. The tenderness of the act only heightened her terror.

"How does it feel, Rui?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You can try to forget again... but I won't let you this time." His fingers curled more firmly around her breast, squeezing it once more, before his lips hovered near her ear.

"Do you remember now?" His voice held a teasing lilt, as though this were all just a game. "Do you remember how it felt that night... when I touched you?"

"Stop..." she managed to whisper, her voice weak and trembling. Her body felt like it was on fire, the mixture of fear and shame overwhelming her.

"Stop?" Wang Xiao's chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Oh, Rui... You can't say no to me. You never could, maybe you are just drunk...."

His hand slid back down, tracing her abdomen once more. "I wonder..." he mused aloud, his fingers moving lower, teasing the edge of her panties. "Should I remind you of everything? Would you remember better that way?"

Qian Ruixin's breath came in ragged gasps. "... don't..." Her voice cracked.

Wang Xiao paused for a moment, his smile fading slightly. "Hmm... but where's the fun in that?" he murmured, his fingers gently brushing against the waistband. "You've forgotten so much... I can't let that happen again."

His hand hovered there, teasing, testing her reaction. "Come on, Rui. I'm just trying to help you remember." His voice was smooth, almost comforting, but his touch was anything but.

He kissed her neck again, pulling her closer into his embrace, hugging tighter.

"You'll be fine," he whispered, a grin creeping back onto his face. "You'll remember... and this time, you won't forget."