Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao grinned, catching her expression as he kissed her again, this time rougher. His teeth grazed her bottom lip before biting down lightly, leaving her gasping. He trailed his mouth over her flushed skin, biting and nipping at her jawline, leaving faint marks as if to brand her.

"!!"

Her glare flared briefly, but it was half-hearted at best. "If you weren't so damn strong, I'd plummet you to death!"

"Haha! You?" He chuckled, his grin widening. "You wouldn't dare."

"Humph!" Her face burned crimson as her frustration hit its peak. She really wanted to throttle him, but all she could do was bury her face in her hands.

"You're starting to enjoy this, aren't you?" Wang Xiao taunted, his voice low and teasing. His movements slowed, just enough for her to feel every inch of him. "If you weren't, why would it be gripping me so tight? Hm?"

"Humph! Say whatever you want—I don't care!" Seraphina snapped, folding her arms across her chest.

Wang Xiao smiled and leaned in, pulling her arms apart effortlessly. "Don't cover them," he murmured, "They're mine — food."

"Get better food, then," she shot back, rolling her eyes as he lowered his head.

But her sarcasm was cut short as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking and biting with deliberate roughness.

"Ahh! At least be a little gentle with them, you brute!" she gasped, her body jerking involuntarily. She understood—it was her fate to be his free real estate, a meal he could feast on whenever he pleased—but did he have to violate her poor babies like this?

Splash!

A sudden wetness hit her cheek. "Huh?" She froze, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him in disbelief.

"What the hell?!" she hissed. Her hands shot up to wipe her face, but the realization hit her like a brick wall. Breast milk? What kind of twisted sorcery had this guy done to her body to make her start producing milk?!

Wang Xiao raised a brow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Don't stop now," he teased. "I'm thirsty."

Seraphina groaned, her frustration morphing into resignation. Fine. If this bastard wanted milk, let him choke on it.

With a devilish smile of her own, she grabbed her large, melon-sized breasts, hefting them up with both hands, and shoved them into his face.

"Mmmph?!" Wang Xiao's muffled voice came from somewhere beneath the valley of her chest, his words lost as she smothered him.

"Drink up," she said, her tone tinged with biting sarcasm, though her flushed face betrayed her.

Wang Xiao's surprise melted into a familiar cunning smirk. Without warning, he rolled her onto all fours, her soft, milky white skin glowing faintly under the sunlight. Seraphina tensed, already knowing what was coming, but her body betrayed her, responding with a slight shiver.

Her hair tangled between his fingers as he yanked her head back, earning a low, helpless moan from her lips. He didn't wait, didn't ask—he simply took. His hips slammed against hers with deliberate intensity, her round, firm ass reddening from his rough, merciless rhythm.

"Ahhnn~" Seraphina's moans filled the room, her nails clawing the sheets beneath her as the heat between her legs grew unbearable. Her body trembled when his hand landed a sharp slap on her backside, the sting making her gasp.

The tension inside her snapped. A hot gush spilled onto the bed as her body convulsed, leaving her panting and shaking. But Wang Xiao? He didn't stop.

Her skin glistened with sweat, flushed pink against its pale, creamy hue. He admired the contrast for a fleeting moment before doubling his pace, his length pounding into her soaked, tightening walls.

His dick throbbed, every vein pulsing with pressure, and she knew what was coming. But instead of finishing inside her, he pulled back at the last second.

"You want it on top?" His voice was low, teasing.

Seraphina blinked through the haze, stunned by the question. On top? After all this, what difference did it make? Biting her lip, she gave a slight nod.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

In one swift motion, he pulled out, and the "dragon" roared—thick, sticky streams painted across her flawless beautiful face and soft silver hair.

"Ugh!" She flinched, her eyes snapping shut as the warm mess splattered onto her cheeks, her breasts, and her stomach. Some of it stick to her thighs, still trembling from his pounding.

Wang Xiao leaned back, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement as if he'd just crafted a masterpiece. "Spread your legs."

Her flushed face twisted into confusion. "What for?"

"Do it."

Grumbling under her breath, Seraphina shifted her knees apart, her creamy thighs parting to reveal the glistening valley between them.

Splat.

Her earlier release mixed with his, spilling from her reddened folds in thick, sticky streams. The sight was obscene, like a dam breaking free.

Wang Xiao chuckled, running a hand through his hair as if he were admiring art in a gallery. "An absolute masterpiece."

Seraphina buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled as she muttered, "You're disgusting."

"And yet," Wang Xiao quipped, leaning closer to trail a finger lazily down her thigh, "you keep letting me paint, don't you?"

This man… She had no words.

"Go, clean up."

Not that he even needed to say it—she was going to anyway. Half an hour later, Seraphina emerged from the bathroom, her milky white skin glowing, and her body wrapped in fresh clothes that smelled faintly of soap. She barely had time to adjust her damp hair before Wang Xiao grabbed her by her thin waist and tossed her back onto the bed like a rag doll.

"Mmmghhh…"

His tongue invaded her mouth again, hot and demanding. Seraphina groaned inwardly. Why did I even bother changing after the bath? He's just going to ruin everything again!

Except… he didn't.

After thoroughly ravaging her lips, he pulled back, leaving her panting and her swollen mouth burning from the assault. She blinked in confusion.

"???"

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Was he… done? That didn't make any sense. Wang Xiao didn't stop until she was half-dead from exhaustion.

"Actually," he began, his eyes locking onto hers with an unusual intensity, "I think this is a great opportunity."

"Opportunity?" she muttered, still trying to catch her breath.

He nodded, a strange gleam in his eyes, as if he were picturing something. "Our daughter would be beautiful, don't you think? And, you know… kids are like investments. You nurture them, they grow up, and then they can run errands for you. Perfect ROI."

Her swollen lips twitched, her chest still heaving. But you know what else burned? Her mind.

"You're not serious." Her tone was flat, but the blank stare she gave him carried enough weight to kill a lesser man.

Wang Xiao shrugged casually, unfazed. "Why not? It's practical. Think about it—one day, she'll be fetching me tea, cleaning up after me. Isn't that the dream?"

Seraphina's head lifted slightly, her blank expression shifting into something sharper. "You wouldn't just make her fetch tea for you, would you…?"

"Well…" Wang Xiao hesitated, scratching his chin thoughtfully. On one hand, he didn't particularly care if their daughter remained single forever. On the other, he was pretty damn sure his patience would wear thin long before her stubborn resolve.

"Don't you already have so many of them? Wang Xiao, seriously, what are you thinking?" Seraphina couldn't understand this man at all.

He already had an entire collection of daughters, from all walks of life, all ages, all too willing to tumble into bed with him. Did he really need to knock her up just to add another piece to his ever-growing harem?