Deviant: No Longer Human

"Rui…"

Jiarong's voice was soft, cracked, as her glassy eyes landed on her cousin.

Relief, shame, and surprise flickered in her gaze as her trembling arms instinctively moved to shield her chest.

But her hands were weak, barely covering her exposed curves.

"Jiarong…" Ruixin whispered, her voice trembling as she stood, her eyes wide with shock.

"Ugh… What—!?"

Before Jiarong could say another word, a second figure emerged from the doorway.

Large hands wrapped around her thin waist, pulling her back into a firm, possessive embrace.

"Leave me!" Jiarong's voice cracked, hoarse and loud, as she twisted weakly in his grip.

"Take your hands off me!" she hissed, her voice trembling with exhaustion, her body betraying her defiance as it shivered under his touch.

Ruixin's breath hitched as she recognized him—Wang Xiao, his dark eyes gleaming with possessiveness as he held Jiarong close.

They're still not done?

"Shut up," Wang Xiao growled, his lips planting rough, deliberate kisses on the back of Jiarong's neck.

"!!"

Her body froze instantly, like all the life had been drained out of her. A violent shudder ran down her spine, her knees buckling weakly, but she didn't move, didn't fight back.

Her arms hung limp at her sides, her figure trembling slightly, but her face—her face was a blank slate of pure shock. Wide, tear-streaked eyes stared ahead, unfocused, her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no sound came.

She was too stunned, too overwhelmed to even process what was happening. She just stood there, leaning into him like a puppet with its strings cut.

Whoosh!

Without hesitation, Wang Xiao scooped her up, cradling her like she was his possession.

The door slammed shut once more.

Ruixin stared at the closed door, her mind spinning.

"What… What's going on?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as muffled sounds began anew.

This time, the cries that followed were different—hoarse, frustrated, filled with a strange, broken surrender.

Ruixin's chest tightened as realization dawned on her. Wang Xiao wasn't just taking her body. He was breaking her.

Unlike Mei and Xueying, who bent easily under Wang Xiao's charm, Jiarong was different.

She hated him after this—Wang Xiao knew that.

And yet…

Breaking her down is only the first step, Wang Xiao thought to himself, his grip on her tightening.

She's not like the others. But that's fine…

The harder she is to shatter, the more beautiful she'll become once he rebuild her.

_____

Qian Ruixin closed the door to her room, overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Surprisingly, despite the muffled moans from the next door, she managed to fall asleep this time.

The flat's main entrance was soundproof—thankfully—otherwise, the neighbors would have knocked by now, demanding answers.

In the other room, Wang Xiao hugged Wang Jiarong's panting, exhausted body as sleep finally claimed him. He felt satisfied, more than he had been in a long while.

It was late afternoon when he stirred, feeling her body twitch and move. Jiarong carefully slipped out of his grasp, her movements calculated to avoid waking him. She bathed, dressed quietly, and slipped out of the room. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

Wang Xiao cracked an eye open, half-expecting her to attempt something reckless, like stabbing him in his sleep. But no. She simply left.

He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. Not even a fight?

Shrugging, he went back to sleep for a couple more hours. Even while resting, one of his avatars—a bone skeleton form—was busy performing small chores elsewhere. Wang Xiao rarely allowed himself to fully let go; his mind was always at work, controlling his many avatars scattered around the world.

By the time the clock struck four, he emerged from the room, freshly bathed and dressed neatly, ready to find Jiarong and sort things out.

But...

"She's gone."

Qian Ruixin's voice was quiet, her gaze complicated as she looked at him.

"Gone?" Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, blinking in surprise.

"She just… left," Ruixin said, her voice heavy with unease. "Didn't say a word, didn't answer any calls. She's not picking up now either."

Wang Xiao frowned, his lips twitching bitterly. Left? Is she trying to escape me?

For a moment, he wondered if he'd overdone it. Shaking the thought off, he sent a quick text to Anran, instructing her to keep tabs on Jiarong. She needs time… probably a lot of it, he thought grimly. It was clear that facing her right now would only end in disaster.

Qian Ruixin rubbed her arms, her shoulders hunched as though trying to shield herself from an invisible weight.

She felt an unusual heat spreading through her body, her mind conflicted.

Her lips tightened.

He raped Wang Jiarong—her friend, her cousin, and one of the people who had supported her through her toughest times.

No sugarcoating it—it was exactly that from her perspective.

The thought sat bitterly in her chest. Should she support him? Would that make her a horrible person? Did it even matter now? And yet, she couldn't help but wonder if Wang Xiao felt anything—regret, guilt, sadness—that Jiarong had left him without saying a word.

As her thoughts swirled, Wang Xiao glanced at her casually. "Get ready. We're going out."

"Huh?" Ruixin blinked, startled. "Going out?"

"To shop," he replied bluntly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. He wasn't going after Jiarong but… taking her shopping?

The surprise didn't last long. A strange sweetness bloomed in her chest. At least he hasn't forgotten about me… she thought guiltily, though she scolded herself immediately. What's wrong with her? Jiarong might be crying somewhere, and She's sitting here feeling… happy?

As they walked to the shopping center, Ruixin kept glancing at her phone, frantically dialing Jiarong's number again and again.

Wang Xiao sighed, snatching the phone out of her hand. "Focus on us," he said sharply.

Ruixin froze, her lips twitching as if to protest, but she nodded hesitantly, putting the phone away.

As they walked, she glanced around nervously. For a fleeting moment, she felt like a high school girl sneaking out with her boyfriend, her heart fluttering with a nostalgia she never even experienced—she'd never had someone like that before.

Slowly, her body began to relax, leaning into his embrace fully.

Wang Xiao noticed her ease and shook his head slightly. People like her, always worrying about others more than themselves, are bound to suffer.

He smirked inwardly. Well… only if they don't have someone like him.

Without warning, he grabbed her waist, pulling her close as they walked.

Ruixin's face flushed red, her steps faltering slightly. "What are you doing?" she asked in the hushed tone of a thief, an unusual excitement bubbling inside her. It was silly—both of them were fully grown adults, and hardly anyone cared—but her heart raced anyway.

"Relax," Wang Xiao chuckled, tightening his grip as he kept her close.

Ruixin shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, she found him childish and stupid. With his strength and means, did he really need to be this possessive?

She wasn't going anywhere. He should know that by now. There was no need to hug her so tightly, as if she might slip away. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. He had ensured that.

But still…

She glanced around nervously, her gaze flickering to the few strangers passing by. Yet, she didn't pull away.

'If someone sees us, so be it,' she thought, her heart thudding as his arm stayed firmly wrapped around her.

Despite her hesitation, Ruixin allowed herself to relax, leaning into his embrace. And for now, that was enough.

In the cold evening, their figures blended into the crowd, a simple, beautiful moment shared among countless others—each person carrying a story of their own, unseen yet deeply felt.

From a frustrated kid, lost in the chaos of his life, to the strongest man in the world, capable of fulfilling every desire without restraint, Wang Xiao's story was one worthy of a legend. Yet, his tale was destined to remain untold, an eternal myth that would live on in silence, carried only by the echoes of eternity.

He had made sacrifices before and would continue to make them in the future. But he held onto one unshakable vow: if he wanted something, he would get it—no matter the cost. Even if it meant sacrificing everything today, tomorrow he would bend reality itself, reverse the flow of time if he had to, to claim what was his.

With an unshakable will and an adamant, unreasonable arrogance, only time would reveal what shape his world would take—whether it would flourish under his rule or crumble beneath his ambition.

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At this moment, aboard a train leaving for Zhuhai Railway Station near Macau, a lone woman stood by the door, staring blankly at the passing scenery.

Jiarong's face was pale, her swollen eyes rimmed with exhaustion, yet there was a faint glint of determination in her gaze. She gripped the cold steel railing tightly, her figure trembling, but her resolve clear.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to get away—away from him, from everything.

Wang Xiao had never expected this. He had thought she would lash out, cry, even hate him—but to run? To leave the city so suddenly?

People make stupid choices when forced to the edge, he thought bitterly.

But this... This was something else.

A sigh escaped him as he held his phone, the screen displaying a live tracking feed. The current coordinates and destination glared back at him like an open invitation.

"Running won't help you. Not from me," he murmured to himself.

Because in the end, no matter how far she went, he would find her.

And when he did, there would be no escape.