Deviant: No Longer Human

SMACK!

A sudden, sharp slap across her face.

Her head whipped to the side, a stinging heat blooming across her cheek. Shock momentarily froze her movements.

And then—

SMACK!

Another slap. Harder this time.

Her ears rang. Her vision blurred for a second.

"You done?" Wang Xiao's voice was calm, almost bored, as if he was dealing with a bratty child. His grip tightened, fingers tangling deeper into her dark long hair, forcing her head back to face him.

Xue Ruoling's breath froze.

This…

This wasn't just arrogance.

This was control.

A deep, oppressive dominance that made her gut churn.

Her body still trembled with resistance, but her arms—her will—they weren't moving as fast anymore.

And then—

SMACK!

A final slap.

This one wasn't just painful—it was humiliating.

Her cheeks burned, her ears rang, but worst of all—

She felt it.

The slow, creeping fear settling into her bones.

Not just because of the pain.

Not just because of the power imbalance.

But because, for the first time—

Her body wasn't reacting fast enough.

Her brain—sharp, cunning, always in control—had gone blank.

And in that terrifying few seconds of stillness—

Wang Xiao moved.

His hand shoved her down, forcing her into place.

And in that moment—

The confusion vanished in an instant.

Everything became crystal clear.

Xue Ruoling's face twisted into something ugly—a mix of fury, disgust, and dawning horror.

Today, she realized—she was going to suffer a loss.

And no one could save her.

"Ugh…"

Within minutes, the car was filled with the sound of ragged breathing, muffled curses, and a woman's trembling rage.

Xue Ruoling knelt between Wang Xiao's legs, her body rigid, refusing to comply. Her lips trembled, not from fear—but from the absolute disgust bubbling inside her.

"You… piece of trash…" she hissed, her voice venomous.

Wang Xiao, however, only chuckled. "Trash? Ruoruo, you say that like you still have dignity left to protect*"

His fingers dug into her scalp, yanking her head back before shoving her beautiful face forward—straight onto his thick, throbbing length.

"Nghh—!"

Xue Ruoling instantly jerked back, her body twisting, hands clawing at his thighs in desperate resistance. "Let go of me, let go of me!"

But his grip was merciless.

"Oh, you still got some fight in you?" Wang Xiao sneered, forcing her back down, his other hand wrapping around the back of her neck like a steel collar. "Tsk, tsk. You make it sound like you have a choice."

"I'll kill you!" Xue Ruoling snarled between gasping breaths, her entire body shaking as she fought—as she refused—but he was stronger.

With a sudden, brutal thrust, he forced himself past her rosy thin lips.

Her eyes widened in sheer horror.

"Nghh—mmph!!"

Her throat clenched around the intrusion. A wave of nausea crashed over her as she gagged violently, her whole body flinching.

"Ghh—!"

But Wang Xiao only exhaled in satisfaction. "There we go. Now, be a good girl and use that mouth properly."

Xue Ruoling's fingernails dug into his skin, trembling hands gripping his thighs as she fought to pull away, her entire being filled with nothing but hatred.

She had never done this for anyone. Not a boyfriend. Not a lover. No one.

And now—now she was being defiled by this scum!

The sheer humiliation made her blood boil.

Her body jerked violently, trying to wrench herself free, but Wang Xiao's grip was ironclad. His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, yanking her head down in rhythm, forcing her deeper.

"Gwaakk… Gwaakk…"

Her throat spasmed as she gagged again, hard, dewy eyes watering in fury, but that only seemed to amuse him.

"Hahaha! Look at you! You were all fire and rage just a second ago, and now? Now you're choking on my dick like a second-rate whore!"

Xue Ruoling's mind screamed. Her body twisted, fought, resisted.

But it was pointless.

Until—

"Hngh—!!"

Wang Xiao's entire body tensed as he thrust deep, his fingers tightening brutally in her hair.

Xue Ruoling's eyes flew open in horror as she felt it—the warm, thick violation shooting straight down her throat.

"GULP! GULP! GULP!"

Her entire body shook in revulsion, but Wang Xiao held her there, his burning cock buried deep, forcing her to take every last drop.

He watched as Xue Ruoling gagged, her body trembling like a broken marionette.

Pathetic.

All that confidence, that strength, reduced to this.

Women were all the same.

They acted strong, they pretended to be untouchable—but in the end?

They always knelt.

Knelt before the reality of weakness and powerlessness!

Just like he once had.

Once, he had been the weakest, the one forced to kneel, to swallow humiliation and pretend it didn't burn.

But that time was over.

Now, he was the strongest in this world.

But he never let himself forget.

He knew exactly what would happen if he ever stopped climbing, stopped crushing, stopped winning.

Because in this world? The weak existed only to be stepped on. He had been there before—helpless, humiliated, powerless.

Never again.

In the end, the strong would forever dominate the weak.

His grip loosened as he exhaled, satisfied.

"Ahh… That's more like it. Tell Luo Yang I thoroughly enjoyed his girlfriend's mouth—but damn, she needs serious practice!"

Hearing this, Xue Hanqin, already fuming, nearly coughed up blood.

First, he forced her—and now he had the audacity to insult her skills?!

OUTRAGEOUS!

The moment he let go, she jerked away violently, gasping for air, her entire body trembling with fury.

But before she could react—

Thud!

He shoved her out of the car like she was nothing more than discarded trash.

"Ah..." Xue Ruoling staggered, her legs wobbling—then, with a sudden heave, she ran straight for the roadside, bending over and violently puking.

Her stomach twisted in agony. The taste—his taste—stuck to the back of her throat, making her want to rip her own tongue out.

Everything.

Everything that had happened—had all been within fifteen minutes.

Inside the car, Wang Xiao let out a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms. "Hahhh… That was fun." Then, he turned his gaze toward Xue Hanqin. "You. What do you want?"

Xue Hanqin's lips curled into an amused smile, her eyes glowing with intrigue. "I never knew the Prince was this… romantic."

Her once-majestic voice had lost its usual refinement, now carrying a teasing tone—like a woman who had just found a new addiction.

Wang Xiao wasn't surprised.

At dinner, she had been watching him. The way her sharp eyes flickered whenever Wang Mei mentioned his name.

Wang Mei was not a professional liar—unlike him. And Xue Hanqin? She had been a judge for decades. She could read people. Every time Wang Mei spoke, she had looked at Wang Xiao for subtle approval, searching for something.

Xue Hanqin had only been waiting for confirmation.

And now she had it.

The Eighth Prince wasn't just some spoiled noble heir.

He was the freaking son of her old friend*, living an ordinary life—or so it seemed!

"Hahaha…"

She didn't even know whether to laugh or cry.

And yet, she liked it.

"I've been wanting to meet you for so long," she said, a subtle longing flickering in her eyes. But then, she glanced past him—her gaze landing on Xue Ruoling, who had finally stopped retching her soul out and was now staggering away, her expression hollow.

"You should restrain her," Xue Hanqin mused, watching the broken girl disappear into the distance. "Or she'll cause a mess."

Wang Xiao waved a hand dismissively. "She wouldn't dare."

And he was right.

Any normal woman would have run straight to the police. But Xue Ruoling? She knew this was a setup. She understood that everything—down to her being here—had been planned.

And she didn't dare tell Luo Yang what had happened.

Instead, Xue Ruoling staggered into the restroom, her legs weak, her stomach twisting in disgust and fury.

She turned on the faucet. Ice-cold water.

She splashed it on her face, again and again, as if she could wash away what just happened. But the filth stuck to her skin, to her soul.

Her hands shook.

Not just from shock.

Not just from shame.

But from rage.

Her nails dug into the sink. She wanted to scream, to cry—to tear Wang Xiao apart with her own hands. But no matter how much she trembled with hate, her reflection still showed the same pathetic, powerless woman who let this happen.

Her stomach churned.

Her vision blurred.

For the first time, she felt something she had never felt before.

Helpless.

And that—that feeling was more disgusting than anything Wang Xiao had done to her.

Her breath steadied.

Fine. Fine.

She'd endure for now.

But Wang Xiao? That bastard would pay.

And Xue Hanqin? She wouldn't be spared either.

She grabbed a towel, wiped her face, and exhaled slowly.

Luo Yang could never know. Not because she feared his judgment—but because she knew him too well. He would never let this go. He would fight back.

And against a monster like Wang Xiao? That was suicide.

She still had no idea how Wang Xiao got Xue Hanqin on his side. There were too many unknowns—and people feared the unknown. She was no different.

Something was deeply wrong with this Wang family. Too mysterious. Too unnatural. It was as if they were hiding secrets upon secrets, things that no ordinary person should ever see.

It scared her.

But she refused to be scared.

And she refused to let this humiliation turn into his funeral.

So she swallowed the humiliation.

For now.

But she would never forget this night.

And she sure as hell wouldn't forgive it.

And one day—one day, Wang Xiao would kneel before her.

...Or so she wished.

But it was just a dream.

A dream so many had before her.

They all tried to kill a man who didn't need to be killed—because he had already killed himself, over and over.

So that he could remain supreme.

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In the end, this was reality.

As long as a woman still had a shred of shame, she swallowed humiliation. Especially, girls from aristocratic families, raised to protect their reputations at all costs.

It could be said that Xue Ruoling truly liked Luo Yang—so much that she was willing to endure this disgrace for his sake. Willing to deal with it alone, rather than risk losing him.

Wang Xiao knew this.

He had played with countless aristocratic women back in Europe. He understood how things developed, how women like Xue Ruoling would react.

But what confused him wasn't her.

It was Xue Hanqin.

That woman wasn't normal.

Despite knowing he was eight prince, her eyes had shown no fear.

Instead, she had longed to meet him.

And only an idiot would be excited about meeting Eight Prince.

"Strange woman," Wang Xiao thought. She had watched everything, unmoved—not with cruelty, not with indifference, but with something deeper.

Like a scholar observing ants in a glass box. Calculating. Measuring.

Then—

"Prince," Xue Hanqin said, her voice carrying a weight that hadn't been there before.

She smiled.

"Let me formally introduce myself…"

Her eyes darkened, a strange power flickering within them.

"I am the Third Great Lord of Hell."

Wang Xiao's amusement vanished instantly.

Her next words cleared his mind in an instant.

She wasn't from this world.

And suddenly, he was very, very alert.

The game had changed.