Deviant: No Longer Human

"Hahaha—"

Pakh!

"Stop laughing, you damn idiot!"

Hiss~!

The cold November night blanketed Beijing in frost as three figures strolled down a quiet, snow-dusted street. Wang Jiarong's voice tore through the stillness like a whip, her cheeks red and her fists clenched. Whether the redness came from the biting cold or her boiling anger, even she wasn't sure.

Her brother, Wang Xiao, sauntered between her and Qian Ruixin, an infuriating smirk plastered on his face. His arms rested lazily over their shoulders like he owned the damn city.

"Aw, come on, sis," he said, chuckling under his breath. "You've gotta admit, Qingqing's face was priceless. And Tang Xinyi? She looked like she was two seconds from crawling under the table. Absolutely legendary!"

His laugh echoed obnoxiously, earning him a glare sharp enough to cut through his ego from Jiarong.

Qian Ruixin tried to stay neutral, her gaze fixed on the falling snow as if it held the answers to all life's problems. But her stiff posture betrayed her unease.

"This isn't funny, Xiao Wang!" Jiarong snapped, shaking his arm off her shoulder. Her voice, as icy as the air around them, hit him with the force of a slap. "Do you even get what you've done? I can't show my face around my friends anymore—all thanks to your stupid, immature antics!" She ran her hands through her hair, her breath visible in the freezing air as she huffed in frustration.

"Oh, relax." Wang Xiao waved her off, his tone as casual as if she were complaining about spilled tea. "They'll get over it. People always do."

Wang Jiarong stopped in her tracks, staring at him like he'd sprouted horns. "Do you even hear yourself? You've ruined everything. My friendships, my reputation—everything! And you don't even care."

Qian Ruixin sighed, finally stepping in to defuse the situation. "Jiarong, stop making such a big deal out of it… He... he...was just having a bit of fun." Her voice was soft, but there was a slight edge to it, as if she knew her words wouldn't land well.

Wang Jiarong whirled on her, eyes blazing. "A bit of fun? Ugh! I don't know what he's fed you, but stop defending him! The both of you are seriously messed up!"

Qian Ruixin's lips twitched, her expression unreadable. Messed up? Sure, she wasn't going to argue with that. But she knew better than to get sucked into Jiarong's drama. Instead, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the falling snow. Whatever Wang Xiao did, it wasn't worth crying over. She'd long since accepted that he didn't play by anyone's rules but his own.

As the tension simmered, Wang Xiao suddenly turned to Qian Ruixin. His hand cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him. Before she could protest, he leaned down and crushed his lips against hers.

"Mmh?! What—"

Ruixin's eyes widened in shock as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. His kiss was rough, dominating, and entirely unapologetic. One hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush against his, while the other slipped lower, gripping her backside with an pressure that left her groaning.

"Wang Xiao!" Jiarong's voice cracked, her scream filled with equal parts rage and disbelief. She stumbled back, her drunken state only making her reaction more exaggerated. "You… You two…!"

Breaking the kiss with a slick sound, Wang Xiao turned his attention to his sister, his lips curling into a devilish grin. "What? You're still going off? I thought this would shut you up." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as if savoring the sweet taste of Ruixin.

Wang Jiarong froze, her face as red as the lanterns hanging above the street. "WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!"

Wang Xiao tilted his head, his tone mockingly innocent. "Well, I can't exactly kiss you to shut you up. That'd be, y'know… weird. So, I kissed Rui instead. Just imagine I was kissing you. Problem solved, right?"

"..."

"..."

For a moment, the only sound was the crunch of snow underfoot.

"UGH! You've completely lost it!" Wang Jiarong screamed, her fists trembling at her sides. "You absolute lunatic! Are you even listening to yourself?!"

Qian Ruixin groaned, slapping a hand over her flushed face, the heat in her cheeks only intensifying as she processed his words. "Xiao Wang, you—! Don't drag me into your insane logic!"

Kissing her to kiss someone else, what kind of insane logic is this?! Her mind shook, equal parts mortified and exasperated. She glared at him, her lips still tingling from the kiss, while her heart betrayed her by pounding wildly in her chest. This man truly had no limits.

But Wang Xiao just laughed, his hand trailing boldly back down to Ruixin's hip. "Oh, come on, Rui. I can kiss you again, this time just for you." His voice dripped with playful arrogance as he gave her a firm squeeze, drawing a sharp inhale from her before she shoved him—half-heartedly, of course.

"No!" she snapped, though her voice lacked conviction, and the corners of her lips twitched against her will, betraying a faint, reluctant shy smile.

Wang Jiarong, meanwhile, was practically foaming at the mouth. "You're insane! Both of you! This—this is—" She spluttered, words failing her as she pointed an accusing finger at the pair.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down. "You're still yapping? Damn, sis. I gave it my best shot, and you're still going. Guess nothing shuts you up, huh?"

Wang Jiarong lunged at him, swinging her fists wildly. "I'll fucking kill you!"

BAM!

Wang Xiao sidestepped her with ease, catching her arm before she could trip and fall face-first into a pile of snow. "Careful, sis," he teased, hauling her upright with ease. "Wouldn't want you breaking that pretty face of yours."

Wang Jiarong's chest heaved as she glared up at him, her knees wobbling from equal parts fury and alcohol. "I hate you so much."

Wang Xiao chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "Love you too, sis. Now, if you're done throwing a tantrum, let's get you home before you pass out in the street."

Wang Jiarong stumbled forward, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Don't think this is over, Xiao Wang. You're dead. D-E-A-D. Dead!"

Wang Xiao smirked, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on Wang Jiarong's forehead as they started walking again. "Sure, sis. Get in line."

"..." Wang Jiarong froze, stunned beyond words. Her mouth opened as if to retort, but to everyone's surprise, she didn't say another word.

"Hm?" Qian Ruixin glanced at her, equally surprised. Wang Jiarong quiet? That was new.

But as the minutes passed and they continued walking, her silence became unnatural. Abruptly, they both realized the truth: Wang Jiarong had passed out cold.

The woman had clearly drunk herself into oblivion, no doubt trying to cope with the stress Wang Xiao had dumped on her. If it weren't for his steady grip on her waist, she would've toppled face-first onto the frozen road.

Qian Ruixin's lips curved into a faint smile. This girl...

When they reached the apartment, Ruixin unlocked the door, stepping aside to let Wang Xiao carry his sister inside. He strode in without a second thought, dropping onto the couch with Wang Jiarong's unconscious body still in his arms. The lights were off, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the city outside.

Without bothering to take off his boots, Wang Xiao settled back, tracing Jiarong's lips with his thumb as if deep in thought.

When Qian Ruixin shut the door behind them and flipped on the lights, the sight that greeted her left her speechless. Her eyes glued on the scene for several moments before she crossed her arms over her chest and took a hesitant step forward.
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