Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao smirked, his gaze locking onto Zhu Qing's trembling form. "Now, it's your turn."

Zhu Qing froze, her lips parting as panic flared in her chest.

"Xiao Wang, stop it," Wang Jiarong hissed, nudging him sharply. This was getting out of hand. She grabbed his wrist, trying to rein him in.

Tang Xinyi sat frozen, clutching her glass as though it could shield her from this. Qian Ruixin's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The two friends who'd left earlier hovered nearby, eager to return, but the waitresses kept the area sealed off. No one dared breach Wang Xiao's growing spotlight.

"Scared?" Wang Xiao taunted, his tone sharp and mocking.

Zhu Qing's eyes flickered, her lips twitching in defiance. "Of course not!" she snapped, her face heating. Her confidence returned, and with it, her sharp smile. "If you've really paid that bill, I'll do it. I'll kneel right here! But if you're lying…"

Her voice faltered as Persephone appeared, striding toward them with a quiet authority that silenced the table. She held a sleek, black leather folder.

"Mr. Wang," Persephone said smoothly, handing him the folder. "Thank you for your generosity. The club deeply appreciates your patronage."

Zhu Qing's mouth fell open. "W-When…?" she stammered, her head whipping toward Wang Xiao.

His smirk widened. "So? What's the holdup?"

Zhu Qing's face flushed deeper, her body trembling. She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. And then, to everyone's shock, she did the unthinkable.

Thud!

"Qingqing?!" Wang Jiarong's voice cracked as Zhu Qing dropped to her knees and crawled under the table.

"Qingqing, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Jiarong stood, her chair scraping loudly.

Before she could intervene, Wang Xiao's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into her seat. "Don't look," he said calmly, his voice low and commanding.

Jiarong's face flushed red, her body stiffening at his touch. "You're insane…" she muttered, twisting to free herself, but his grip didn't loosen.

Gwak… Gwak… Gwak…

The unmistakable sound of wet, sloppy suction filled the air.

Tang Xinyi's face turned scarlet, her fingers gripping her glass so tightly it threatened to crack. Jiarong stared at her brother, then chugged her drink in one go, as if alcohol could numb the embarrassment burning through her. Instead, it only made her face redder.

Qian Ruixin, unable to resist, peeked under the table. Her breath hitched, her cheeks flaming.

Zhu Qing knelt beneath, her face as red as a tomato, her lips wrapped around Wang Xiao's length. Her movements were hesitant at first, her tongue flicking nervously as her pride fought a losing battle against her intoxicated ego.

Slurp… schluck… schlurp…

"Come on," Wang Xiao teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Put your back into it. This isn't amateur hour."

Zhu Qing's hands gripped his thighs tightly, her nails digging in as she began to bob her head. Her saliva coated him, dripping messily onto her own knees as the slick, lewd sounds grew louder. She gagged slightly but pushed forward, her tongue swirling around him, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.

"Now that's more like it," Wang Xiao said, his grin widening as Jiarong buried her face in her hands.

Schluck! Slurp! Gwak!

"Qingqing, this is insane…" Jiarong muttered, though she couldn't bring herself to look directly at her brother. Her drink was gone, and now she reached for another, pouring furiously as though it could drown the heat in her chest.

Tang Xinyi kept her head down, her body trembling, while Qian Ruixin's breaths quickened, her eyes darting between the others and the table, her face a mix of horror and fascination.

Zhu Qing's pace quickened, her lips smacking obscenely as she sucked him with increasing passion. Her pride was gone now, buried under a mix of alcohol, adrenaline, and sheer determination not to back down.

SLURP... SLRUP..

She slurped loudly, her tongue coiling around him with surprising skill, her head bobbing rhythmically as she tried to finish the act quickly.

Gwak… slurp… pop!

But the humiliation didn't end there.

"Good girl," Wang Xiao murmured, his hand brushing lightly against her head. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Fifteen minutes later, Zhu Qing finally pulled back, panting heavily. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears and saliva. She crawled out from under the table, her head hanging low as she slumped back into her seat.

Her trembling hands reached for the bill folder. She opened it with shaking fingers—and froze.

Total: 0 yuan.

Her breath caught.

"... What?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

The room spun around her as realization dawned. Her entire body trembled violently. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

It was all free. From the start.

"I-It's…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Her hands clenched the folder, the trembling intensifying as rage and humiliation boiled over. She shot up from her seat without a word, stumbling toward the bathroom.

BAM!

Inside, she slammed the door shut and staggered to the sink, gripping its edge like it could anchor her. Her reflection taunted her—red-faced, disheveled, and utterly broken.

"What the hell did I just do?!" she screamed, slapping herself hard across the face.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned the faucet on full blast, splashing icy water over her face again and again. She clawed at her hair, pulling it in frustration. "You're such an idiot! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!"

Splash! Smack! Splash!

She looked at the mirror again, trembling uncontrollably, her hands shaking as she pressed them against her burning cheeks.

"I let him… I actually… for nothing…" Her voice cracked, breaking into sobs as she slid to the floor.

Her pride, her ego, her reputation—everything had crumbled in an instant.

And worst of all, Wang Xiao had played her like a fiddle.

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Back at the table, Wang Jiarong glanced at Wang Xiao with a complicated smile tugging at her lips. "You really did her dirty…" she murmured, her gaze on the bill, still unable to believe what had just happened.

But it had happened—right in front of her.

Wang Xiao leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. "She's probably screaming in the bathroom by now. Maybe you should do something useful instead of lecturing me about morals."

"!?"

Wang Jiarong blinked, confused, before the realization dawned. She sighed and stood, though the motion made her sway slightly. Her vision blurred, and her mind spun as the alcohol finally caught up with her. "I'll go check on her," she said, steadying herself against the table.

Her balance wavered again, and she pressed a hand to her temple, groaning softly. "Rui, come with me…"

Qian Ruixin shot a quick glance at Wang Xiao, silently seeking his approval. He gave a small nod, and she immediately rose to follow Jiarong. The two women left together, Jiarong leaning on Ruixin for support as they disappeared toward the bathroom.

That left Wang Xiao alone at the table with Tang Xinyi.

Tang Xinyi sat stiffly, her hands gripping her glass as if it were her lifeline. She didn't dare meet Wang Xiao's gaze. Her heart pounded loudly, her mind screaming to leave, but her legs refused to move.

She shivered slightly.

He wasn't just dangerous. He was terrifying.