Deviant: No Longer Human

Wenxi took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage she had, and leaned forward until her face was just inches from Wang Xiao's.

Her lips trembled, but her gaze remained steady, locked with his. She wasn't going to back down now. Not after everything. "Fine," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. "I'll prove it... I was just saving it for last.."

Her fingers shook slightly as she fumbled with the lipstick, but she managed to reapply it to her lips, her movements deliberate despite her trembling.

"Close your eyes," she murmured, her voice barely hiding the nervous excitement coursing through her.

Wang Xiao, amused, could hear her heart pounding like a frightened deer, but he obliged, closing his eyes without protest.

The room felt still, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Wenxi leaned closer.

Then, he felt it—a soft, moist peck against his lips. So light, like the touch of a butterfly's wings. His eyes shot open in surprise, and there she was, staring at him innocently, her face inches from his.

Her elbow rested lazily on his chest, her palm supporting her chin, her head tilted.

Her eyes blinked at him with a look of pure mischief, her lips slightly parted as she calmly asked, "What happened, 'dad'?" Her voice was sweet, but her intent unmistakable.

"..." Wang Xiao's face darkened with irritation.

He had been prepared to catch her, maybe even tease her further, but Wenxi had moved too quickly, catching him off guard. Now, she had the audacity to look innocent, like she hadn't just turned the tables on him.

"You evil spirit..." Wang Xiao growled playfully. Without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of her soft flesh, patting her on the butt with a swift, firm motion.

Then suddenly, his face closed in on her. Sensing his intentions, she panicked.

"Ah!" Her body jerked at the sudden sensation, her eyes widening in shock as her cheeks flushed crimson. Without thinking, she leaned forward with a startled yelp, her teeth sinking into his shoulder in a panicked, instinctive bite.

"??"

Wang Xiao was stunned, his body going rigid as the sharp pain registered. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. Wenxi, realizing what she had done, froze, her eyes widening in horror.

Her lips remained pressed to his shoulder, her face only inches away from his as she slowly, carefully pulled back, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She bit him.

'I-I actually bit him!' Her mind raced with a million thoughts, and she wished she could disappear into the ground. Her teeth had sunk into his flesh, and now, she couldn't even bear to look at him.

But when she finally did—seeing his wide, shocked eyes and the growing smirk on his face—Wenxi's expression became conflicted, shy, and mortified all at once.

"I… didn't mean…" she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Her face was a shade of red deeper than any lipstick could achieve, and she couldn't meet his gaze, too flustered.

Wang Xiao, still stunned, blinked once before a slow smile spread across his lips. "I see... So, this is how you retaliate?"

He couldn't resist laughing at the situation—her adorable, embarrassed state was too much.

As Wenxi shyly lowered her gaze, her delicate lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, Wang Xiao's face drew closer, drawn by her ethereal presence.

The air between them seemed to shimmer with an intoxicating sweetness.

He inhaled deeply, savoring her fragrance—a mix of soft blossoms and the innocence of untouched spring mornings.

Unable to resist, he gently pressed his face against hers, the warmth of her skin igniting a storm of emotions within him.

"!"

Wenxi's eyes widened in surprise, her grip weakening as she softly collapsed onto him, her tender body molding against his.

Her breath came in slow, uneven waves as her chest rose and fell against him, her head tilting to one side, avoiding his gaze, as though she couldn't bear.

His hand moved like a whisper across her slender back, tracing the curves of her body with the reverence one might show to fragile porcelain.

He caressed her milky-white shoulders, skin like the surface of untouched jade, before his hand journeyed lower, finding the softness of her flesh.

"Why aren't you wearing anything?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with desire.

Wenxi's voice trembled as she muttered weakly, "I am…"

"Hmm?" Wang Xiao, curious, lifted the edge of the quilt. When his eyes fell upon what she was wearing, his breath caught in his throat. His mind struck by a bolt of lightning.

"!"

Wenxi's face flushed a deep, burning red, her cheeks glowing as she dared not look at him.

"Mom said… you wanted me to wear black..." she muttered, her voice barely audible, trembling like the first snowflake falling from a winter sky.

The memory returned to Wang Xiao like a hazy dream—the conversation between him, Wang Mei, and Anran. He had asked Anran if she had black clothes, but he never imagined this! The sheer lace clinging to her like shadows at dusk...

"..."

Wang Xiao's feeling as though Anran had set up his innocent lamb, fanning the flames of fire.

His hand trembled slightly as he let the quilt cover her again, as if the very walls held unseen eyes, watching their every move.

"Don't wear such things again," he murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek before gently nibbling on her skin, a teasing touch that sent a ripple of warmth through both of them.

"Hm…" Wenxi hummed, feeling a strange happiness wash over her.

But when she felt the hot, wet trail of his saliva on her cheeks, she shivered involuntarily. His tongue moved with languid precision, tracing circles, tasting her as if savoring the finest delicacy.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with an increasing rhythm.

She felt like a fragile dessert, one that Wang Xiao couldn't help but devour with all the restrained passion that had been locked inside him.

Desire surged through him, burning like a wildfire that refused to be contained.

He could hardly believe the depth of his feelings, the hunger that overtook him. As his lips moved over her, Wenxi's legs shifted restlessly, rubbing against each other as though trying to flee the storm of sensations flooding her body.

Her whole being tingled, as if thousands of tiny ants danced across her skin, every nerve set ablaze by his touch.

His hands, now more daring, slid over her back and thighs, adding fuel to the fire within her, making it impossible for her to escape the overwhelming emotions.