Deviant: No Longer Human

9th January, 2024.

In the stillness of the room, a tension lingered as two cunning women took advantage of an innocent child's vulnerability, creating an atmosphere of unspoken tension. It was as though the authorities were silently observing this unjust scene unfold.

Qian Ruixin blinked her eyes, her lips curling into a sly smile as she playfully poked Wang Xiao's cheek. "He looks cute while asleep..."

Wang Jiarong nodded and commented, "Only if he remains like that."

A wry smile appeared on Qian Ruixin's face, and she couldn't help but respond, "You're too hard on him."

Wang Jiarong rolled her eyes at the comment and retorted, "I don't even say anything to him."

Leaving Wang Xiao behind, the two girls exited the room, leaving him to finally open his eyes. He muttered in frustration, "Cute is your ass!" He was growing increasingly displeased with how they were treating him.

Deep within his young mind, a fiery determination began to burn. He yearned to grow up quickly and prove that he was the one who would be in charge of the house, eager to assert his dominance. As he contemplated this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter at the audacity of his own thoughts.

"Man of the house... Haha!"

Wang Xiao, let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the solitude, his voice carrying a mix of mirth and melancholy.

To any casual observer, Wang Xiao might have seemed like a troubled, young soul. But in truth, these emotional outbursts were a routine part of his existence.

Every so often, the whirlwind of his genuine feelings would sweep him away, granting him moments of unbridled self-expression.

After a full minute of unrestrained laughter, Wang Xiao's tumultuous emotions finally settled, leaving him in a contemplative silence. "At least Xueying will be returning today," he murmured, his thoughts drifting.

He pondered the prospect of another day spent sharing a bed with Qian Ruixin.

Could he maintain control over his desires?

His gaze fell upon the mattress behind him, and an irresistible urge compelled him to bury his face in it for a brief moment.

As he inhaled deeply, a profound sense of digust coursed through him.

The scent that lingered there bore no resemblance to that of Qian Ruixin.

Wang Xiao steeled himself for yet another day of solitude, completely unaware that fate was poised to deliver an encounter, both heaven-like and hellish, for the second time in his life.

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Around the polished dinner table, bathed in the soft afternoon light, Qian Ruixin unexpectedly threw out a tempting proposition, breaking the silence. "Hey Jiarong, how about a refreshing swim?"

Wang Xiao, who had been purposefully avoiding any interaction with Qian Ruixin, couldn't help but raise his head, curiosity piqued as he looked from one to the other.

Wang Jiarong pondered the idea, her eyes shimmering with a hint of intrigue. "That sounds intriguing, but do you happen to have a swimsuit?"

Qian Ruixin shrugged with a carefree smile. "The pool is in the backyard, isn't it? It should be just fine."

Wang Jiarong nodded, not missing a beat, as she scooped up a spoonful of food. But then her gaze shifted to Wang Xiao, their eyes locking in an almost conspiratorial manner. "What about you, Wang Xiao? Would you like to come as well?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment, as Wang Xiao grappled with a conflicting desire to decline. Eventually, though, he found himself nodding in reluctant agreement.

Unbeknownst to him, this nod marked the beginning of a fateful descent into a realm that promised both heaven's pleasures and hell's torment – a journey without wings.

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In the tranquil sanctuary of the villa's backyard, the air was alive with the carefree symphony of laughter and lively conversation. Two enchanting young women, their beauty a marvel to behold, reveled in the refreshing pool waters.

The delicate, jade-like feet and slender fingers dipped and danced in the water, casting bewitching reflections in the shimmering pool.

Their joyous cries hung in the air like a spellbinding melody, their laughter tantalizing Wang Xiao's senses, causing an undeniable hunger to surge through him as he swallowed hard.

As he watched the captivating spectacle before him, an illicit thought crept into his mind: "Was she always this beautiful...?" He couldn't tear his gaze away from Wang Jiarong, now adorned in a set of matching azure undergarments that accentuated the curves of her body in a way he had never noticed before.

It left him bewildered, a question lingering in the back of his mind – had she concealed her allure so expertly, or had he simply been blind to it?

His eyes then wandered to Qian Ruixin, who, in her vibrant red lingerie, was an irresistible vision.

It was her bra that drew his surprised attention, visibly embracing her assets with a certain prominence that, while not overly extravagant, was striking against her slender frame.

The sight puzzled him further, as he marveled at how these enchanting qualities had eluded his notice until now.

Wang Jiarong's voice interrupted his contemplation. "Xiao Wang, why don't you join us? The water feels amazing."

Qian Ruixin chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Yeah, come on, Xiao. Don't be shy!"

Caught between desire and apprehension, Wang Xiao hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright... I'll join you."

Wang Xiao's presence in the pool area was brief, as he tried to distance himself from the captivating allure of the two women, while hiding his libido.

Their voices echoed from the pool, and he found a quiet spot in the corner, desperately attempting to conceal his unbidden desires.

His inner turmoil tormented him, and he couldn't help but question his lack of resolve.

Why couldn't he summon the strength to act upon his desires, to seize the moment and give in to the temptation that beckoned him?

The word "weak" reverberated in his mind like a relentless, taunting mantra.

It seemed to mock his inability to take control, to break free from the confines of his own insecurities.

Weak!

Weak!

Weak

Weak

"Weak!..." he silently chanted to himself, drowning in the suffocating self-doubt.

The relentless echo of his inner demons seemed to continue unabated until, finally, his eyes fluttered open, breaking the trance that had consumed him.

"Are you alright?" Wang Jiarong asked with concern, noticing Wang Xiao clutching his head as she and Qian Ruixin emerged from the pool.

Wang Xiao shook his head, attempting to brush off the discomfort. "It's nothing."

Wang Jiarong nodded, still puzzled by his odd behavior.

Nevertheless, both she and Qian Ruixin retrieved their towels.

Today marked the last day of their stay, as per Qian Ruixin's mother's plans.

Once her family returned from their trip, she would be departing for her city, as this brief visit had only lasted two days.

Wang Jiarong had much to discuss with her friend, and she ushered Qian Ruixin inside the villa.

Wang Xiao watched the mesmerizing sway of their supple figures as they disappeared into the house, a final teasing image etched in his mind.

As Wang Xiao grappled with his inner turmoil, he couldn't help but ponder, "What does it take to become strong? Money...?" The thought of financial power briefly crossed his mind, but he quickly shook his head, a bitter reminder that he was now dead broke.

Yet, he realized that even with money, there were still limitations. He contemplated the idea that perhaps power was the key. Money alone might provide the strength he sought, as long as he stayed out of the media and avoided public crime. It was a tempting prospect.

In the depths of his frustration, he couldn't help but wonder if he was the only one harboring such desires.

In the end, Wang Xiao heaved a heavy sigh and decided to put his inner turmoil aside.

He couldn't help but wonder whether he was fundamentally different from everyone else in this world, or if others harbored similar thoughts and desires beneath the surface.

It was a perplexing question that had haunted him for years.

He couldn't recall feeling a hint of disgust when he had first begun having these thoughts about his own mother and sisters, back when puberty had struck him at the tender age of ten.

It was an unsettling realization that had only grown more complex with time.

A particular incident, involving the blackmail of a cousin from his paternal side, had shed light on his stark differences.

He was left to contemplate whether these things he lacked, and that society considered "normal," were truly possessed by others or if they were just adept at pretending.

Just as he was restricted by his own lack of power, Wang Xiao couldn't help but wonder if others were equally confined by the limitations of their own.

What would happen if these restraints were to be lifted?

Were the rules and morals upheld by society merely a facade, designed to conceal their inner helplessness and dearth of strength?

Even the common adage that one wife is enough had been contradicted throughout history, with many powerful and influential men engaging in multiple relationships, even in the modern era.

Did this suggest that it was not all men who advocated monogamy, but perhaps only those deemed "weak" only?

The questions persisted, lurking in the recesses of his mind, casting an shadow over his thoughts.