Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao paused, taking in her face.

The tiny pink lips parted in shock. The way her chest rose and fell in small, frantic breaths. The blush crawling down her neck.

Those eyes, especially.

They were midnight blue, but within them danced patterns, like constellations hiding behind clouds. A sky not black, but gemstone-blue, glowing softly in the dark.

He tilted his head, studying her.

Beautiful.

But it wasn't about beauty.

It never was.

Men don't love beauty, they want to ruin it. To press it beneath them, hear it moan, hear it scream, and call the tears cute. They don't kiss flowers. They crush them, and then claim they've "tasted heaven."

"Mmgh…!?" Velkhara flinched, startled as his face suddenly closed in. She could smell him, a wild, addictive scent,.but too late. His lips were already on hers. Soft, and hot.

His tongue invaded her mouth with no grace. No hesitation, he tasted her like one devours ripe fruit, sucking her toungue, tasting her sweet cherry mouth, her innocence, her tears.

She gasped, but he swallowed the sound.

In one smooth motion, he stripped her bare. Her legs beat across the mattress in panic, her waist trembling under his hands. Her breasts spilled softly against her chest, rising and falling as her breath grew erratic.

Then, she felt it.

Something hot, thick, and merciless pressed against her virgin slit.

His cock.

The swollen, pulsing tip slid forward, rubbing her dry folds apart, coaxing wetness with raw friction. She wasn't ready, her body screamed it. Her mind panicked, confused. Her heart didn't know whether to pound or stop.

But he pushed in anyway.

"Ah! W-Wait!" she whimpered, but her voice broke as the head forced itself into her tight little hole.

Her expression twisted in agony.

Her hips bucked instinctively, but there was nowhere to run.

His cock drove in, rough, dry, and deep, all at once, tearing through her resistance.

"UGHH!!!" she cried out, back arching violently. Her eyes widened, then rolled, as if her soul had been split in two. Her pussy stretched around him, painfully slow, burning from within as her maidenhead tore with a wet, muted snap.

Her hands smashed against the bed, fingers curling like claws, teeth biting her lower lip until it bled. She couldn't scream anymore, just groan, sob, moan. Her breath escaped in hot, broken gasps.

She wasn't thinking of marriage now.

Only survival.

Only the overwhelming sense that something sacred was being destroyed, and remade in his image.

And somewhere in that vast castle…

Someone watched.

Yanyan.

Invisible, floating, observing from the shadows, completely unseen.

She watched as her dear "Daddy" deflowered another girl, not with love, not with care, but with hunger.

Velkhara's body jerked beneath him, her eyes brimming with tears as her thighs quivered, breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust.

The sounds, wet slaps, broken moans, ragged breathing, echoed in the cold chamber.

And Yanyan… smiled.

She leaned her chin on her palm, lounging mid-air as if watching theatre. "Mm, she's pretty loud… louder than I was for my first time," she whispered with a grin. "She really believed he was her savior... Poor thing."

She remembered how Velkhara had looked at him earlier, like a fallen star, bright and unreachable.

But now, she looked like a ruined altar.

Drenched in sweat, flushed, and crying. Writhing beneath the weight of a god.

"I think I need popcorn for this," Yanyan chuckled. "She's learning the hard way. They all do."

She sighed, amused.

"He really is a kidnapper…"

Of course, Anran always said that, half-joking, tagging Wang Xiao with that label. It annoyed him. But to Yanyan, it fit.

Sure, Anran sometimes captured girls herself and gifted them to him, but Wang Xiao never denied.

He just… took.

Sometimes gently.

Sometimes like this.

He didn't need to be cruel.

But ... He just enjoyed it.

Yanyan watched Velkhara sob beneath him, not just from pain, but from confusion. Her moans sounded like begging, but her hips had started to rise just slightly, trying to meet his thrusts. Not because she wanted it.

Because her body was learning it.

"Ahhh!"

Her moan echoed through the chamber as he emptied deep inside her.

But that was only the first one.

The night had been full of them, stretching on until dawn bled through the tall windows.

Now, the golden morning light fell across their bodies.

Velkhara was snuggled against him from the front, legs tangled with his, her bare chest pressed against his bare body. Her hair was a sweaty mess, tear-streaked cheeks flushed.

There was no blanket, just two naked bodies.

When the sunlight kissed her eyelids, she stirred.

Her lashes fluttered, she blinked… then froze.

His face.

Wang Xiao was right there. Close to her, his expression calm, but slightly furrowed, like he was annoyed for some reason.

She looked down slowly.

Her hand moved, hesitating.

Then slid lower, cautiously.

He was still inside her.

Her heart skipped, she panicked a little, eyes darting to his face.

Still sleeping?

No, he is not awake yet!

She swallowed, then pulled back slightly.

His cock slipped out of her, and with it… a trail of cum. It dripped down her sore slit, thick and obscene.

She winced, "Weird...."

Sticky.... And Dirty.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, she glanced down again.

And saw it.

Blood, bright red, smeared faintly along the shaft. Mixed with his white.

Her mouth fell open, and she screamed.

"AHHH!!"

Wang Xiao, startled by her scream, opened his eyes and sat up, frowning. "...Why the hell are you screaming first thing in the morning?"

She pointed, hand shaking.

"There's… th-there's blood on you!"

He looked down, cock still semi-hard, stained with faint red streaks.

Then back at her.

She looked horrified.

"…You're worried about me?" he asked, blinking.

Her lips trembled. "I thought I hurt you…"

He stared blankly for a second. Then laughed, quietly, the way someone laughs when they're genuinely surprised.

"You're serious."

Velkhara blinked again, confused.

Then her eyes dropped to her own body.

Her pussy sore, puffy, still parted,.was visibly red-tinged. Traces of blood around her entrance, white fluid oozing slowly out of her, glistening down her thigh.

"…It's mine?" she whispered.

Wang Xiao nodded. "Of course it is."

"I didn't know girls… bled," she said slowly, face growing redder by the second. "I thought maybe… you were too big, or I was too weak…"

He chuckled again. "You are weak. But no, that's normal for the first night."

She went quiet. She knew the general process of how men and women made children, but this… this was new information.

In an era without social media, information was selective, people only knew what they were told, or what they happened to overhear.

Then she looked at his cock again.

"I-I'm sorry for… ruining you," she said suddenly, eyes wet. "I didn't mean to…"

"…What?" he blinked.

"I mean… you're stained," she added, reaching for the blanket. "I'll clean it…"

Before he could say anything, she already leaned forward, wiping him gently, using the back of her hand, careful, focused, her expression full of guilt. She dabbed the shaft, trying not to hurt him, moving awkwardly as she wiped down the tip.

Wang Xiao just stared at her completely silent.

"…You think I'm gonna beat you up for this?" he finally asked.

Velkhara flinched slightly at the tone, didn't answer.

She finished wiping, exhaling softly like she'd just averted a disaster.

He watched her expression, the tiny frown, the tight lips, the tension in her shoulders slowly fading, as if she was finally relieved.

She really thought he might hurt her.

Wang Xiao exhaled through his nose. "You're something else," he muttered.

"I just… didn't want to upset you…" she said softly, looking down.

"…You do realize I was raped you all night, right?" he said. "Blood's the least weird thing that happened."

Velkhara didn't respond, she just curled her legs up and hugged her knees, head down, like a child trying to hide.

"…Am I your wife now?" she asked suddenly.

The room went quiet again.

"…" Wang Xiao didn't answer immediately. He glanced at her round, childish face, adorable, really.

She looked like a teenager.

And yet, she wanted to climb such a high branch already?

He shook his head in amusement and gave her a small nod.

She seemed a little relieved.

But in truth, he had no intention of picking random peaches just because they looked ripe.

Though… he did like her eyes, just a little.

Should he pluck them out and keep them?

The thought crossed his mind, but he let her keep them, for now.

It was only later that Wang Xiao realized she was one of the Eight. That changed his decision.

He would've met her in the present anyway, once he returned.

But Velkhara never knew she'd been scammed.

He said he would come back for her.

He just never mentioned… when.

So she waited.

And waited...

She stood at the temple gates every morning… until the sun gave up before she did.