Deviant: No Longer Human

Her eyes fluttered open, dark lashes lifting to reveal dilated pupils and sheer horror.

"Wha—mmph!"

She didn't get a word out.

Wang Xiao's hand covered her mouth in the next instant, his other arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Her back pressed to his chest, his breath calm against her ear.

"Shh," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You'll wake the whole coast…"

'W-WHO IS IT!?'

Her body tensed like a frozen blade, but he felt it, her trembling wasn't entirely fear.

And beneath his palm, her muffled voice came out in shaky, angry pulses:

"Mm-mm! Mmmm!"

She tried to turn, her nails grazed his wrist.

Her legs kicked violently.

But she didn't scream.

Not really.

Her heartbeat was rapid, her breathing erratic, with adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her whole body sweaty, slippery, and burning hot.

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur, as his hand moved again, sliding back under her top, fingers brushing over her flushed skin with intimate ease.

"You didn't recognize me, huh?" he murmured, pressing his lips to her neck now.

Fu Yuxin's eyes squeezed shut, brimming with tears, her face flushed, not from fear, but something worse.

She recognized it. She definitely did. She recognized a lot of other things too, things far too familiar…

Memory.

Desire.

Shame.

The past crashing into the present.

"…W-Wang Xiao… you bastard…!"

She whispered it now. Furious, barely breathing. Her hand gripped the blanket, trying to pull it up, trying to hide her crying face. Her legs still trembling.

"After all these years…" she gasped, "…you… pervert…"

Wang Xiao smirked. "Don't pretend I ruined you. You were already halfway down the rabbit hole back in school."

He leaned in and bit her shoulder, a teasing graze of teeth.

She jerked, a gasp escaping before she clamped a hand over her mouth.

"H-How the hell did you even get in…?"

Her heart pounded like thunder in her chest. She didn't dare look back, but she knew.

She knew that voice. That touch.

On the other side, Zhenxi let out a sleepy grunt and flipped over, stealing the blanket.

Wang Xiao paused, just for a breath.

Fu Yuxin, still biting her hand, hissed under her breath, "Y-You… let me go before I kick you through the floor."

"Try kicking me, then..." Wang Xiao chuckled, his fingers toyed with her sensitive peak, pinching it just enough to make her back arch involuntarily.

"Nnngh—!" Fu Yuxin bit her lip hard, swallowing the gasp that tried to escape. But it was too late, she felt it.

Something thick.

Something hot.

Nestled firm between the soft curves of her backside, pressed through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

It twitched.

Her thighs squeezed tightly and locked.

"You're hard! What the—" she hissed in a broken whisper, face flushed crimson. "You..."

"Mm. Now you notice?" Wang Xiao grinned, breathing against her ear. "It's rude to ignore someone who's been politely grinding against you for five minutes, you know."

Fu Yuxin's legs clamped together out of instinct, big mistake.

She pressed against him even tighter, feeling the shape of him, full and heavy, grinding along her slit through the fabric.

"F-Fuck!" she whispered, voice cracking.

"Why are you alive?!"

"I could ask you the same..." he murmured, lifting her leg slightly, bending her just enough to make space.

The pajama cloth was useless now, soaked and sticky, the barrier felt more like provocation than protection.

"I hate you..." she whined, in tears.

"Yeah?" Wang Xiao smirked. "Say it louder."

Fu Yuxin didn't reply.

She couldn't.

He gripped her waist and yanked her pajamas down in one motion, rolling her onto her back like claiming a prize.

Hiss~

The cold night air kissed her thighs.

Her skin tingled.

"!!"

Her eyes widened, but before she could form a sound, the world darkened.

He came over on top of her, his shadow engulfing her vision. His weight pressed down, pinning her beneath him. As she tried to struggle, his lips crashed into hers.

Her gasp was swallowed.

His tongue entered her mouth like an invader laying siege, tasting her, familiar and new.

Sloppy, hot, relentless.

Her body trembled beneath him.

She grabbed at his wrist out of reflex, but didn't push.

Their lips broke for half a second, her face flushed, dazed, lips swollen.

"D-Don't…" she begged, voice laced with subtle fear as she shrank beneath him. Seeing his figure looming above, she couldn't muster the courage, she knew she was at his mercy once again.

She couldn't wake Zhenxi. If she made too much noise… everyone would know.

Even if she wanted to fight him, not at the cost of herself.

Wang Xiao didn't wait.

One hand pinned her wrists above her head, his weight pressing into her.

The other hand slid lower, trailing along her flat belly, over the curve of her hip, before teasing the wetness pooling between her legs.

He smiled.

Fu Yuxin's eyes trembled in fear.

To her, it was the smile of the devil.

He parted her legs.

She didn't move, just lay there, like a corpse that could still cry.

His thing pressed between her closed tight hole, slipping in slowly, cruelly, like it belonged.

It was hot…

Too hot…

Her flesh squeezed and rejected at once, tightening on instinct.

A vacuum, wet and unwilling.

She groaned, eyes shut, tears slipping sideways.

Why again...

Why is it always like this…

Her skin burned as he moved, inch by inch, stretching her insides, rubbing raw against places she no longer wanted to feel.

The floor groaned in rhythm, creaking, shaking, matching his pace.

Each thrust was like thunder inside her skull.

She turned her head.

Bit the back of her hand.

Don't scream.

Don't wake her.

Zhenxi lay still.

Just a sleeping child.

Fu Yuxin clenched her fists, nails digging into her palm.

Just endure…

Just a little more…

You've done it before.

She let the darkness take her, let her mind blur, let the rhythm become noise.

Not pain.

Not pleasure.

Just something to survive.

Again.

___

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The mattress shifted violently beneath her, the wooden floor beneath creaking with every ruthless push.

"Ah…!"

Her cry slipped before she could bite it down.

"Hng…!"

She bit harder on her hand.

His hips slammed into her, again, again, no mercy, no pause.

"Fu Yuxin…" he groaned. "Still so tight... Were you waiting for me to come back all these years?"

Fu Yuxin's body jolted. She wasn't!

She was just too scared to date anyone.

Too many things had happened, all at once, fragmented memories, broken time, pieces she never managed to put back together.

But this time…

It was clear.

Crystal clear.

And it wasn't fading.

Every movement, she could feel it.

Like a hot rod driving in and out, burning with each stroke, and her own flesh… wrapping around it, tightly, unwillingly, like it still remembered him.

Her mind… cracked.

Why… why does it still feel…

No, don't think.

It's your fault. You never left. You let him stay.

You let this happen.

Smack—!

Her ass bounced under his grip, the slap stinging.

He drove deeper, the wet sound of skin clapping echoing around the room, the floor joining in with creaks and moans of its own.

Creeeak… creeak… creeeeak...

Her body arched forward with every thrust.

Her breasts dragged against the thin mattress.

She gritted her teeth.

"Ahh… ngh…!"

Another cry.

Another betrayal.

She hated her voice.

Hated her body.

Hated that she could feel anything.

"Why the fuck are you crying again… I am not dead yet... Save those tears for funeral..." he whispered, grabbing her hair, yanking her back against him.

Her back arched, head tilted, the tears falling straight down.

It's not arousal.

It's just reaction. A stupid, broken thing reacting to heat.

'You disgusting woman…' she cursed herself, hated herself.

Smack smack smack…

She clenched her fists again.

Eyes wide open now.

Dead.

Still.

Looking at the wall like it might open and swallow her whole.

'Don't think… just survive…'

His breath was ragged, hot against her neck, his pace faster, heavier.

Each word timed to a brutal thrust.

Her body jolted under him like a puppet with its strings yanked too hard.

The mat slammed against the wood again, loud and sharp.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her thighs were trembling.

Her vision blurred.

And yet…

She no longer struggled. She no longer screamed.

Just... breathed.

Just... let him finish what he came for.

There was a violent burst inside her.

She knew it, felt it, his hot seed spilling deep within, her abdomen burning from the sensation.

Her fingers twitched.

Then came his lips.

Another kiss, forced and smothering, tongue invading like it owned her soul.

And before she could catch her breath,

he started again.

That night, Fu Yuxin faced the one thing she thought she'd escaped, the one thing she prayed she'd never endure again.

And it didn't stop, not even when her soul went quiet.

When the morning sunlight finally broke, she had no tears left to give, only the silence of a woman who knew escape was a lie.