Deviant: No Longer Human

"And that old goon, Marcus, he is too much to bear..." Wang Xiao's hands casually inspected her desk, maintaining a veneer of calm.

Pfttt!

Josephine couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his description of Marcus. "Old goon?" she repeated, her voice tinged with amusement.

She moved towards him, intending to secure some of her important belongings, when suddenly the door to her room swung open again, unannounced.

"Josephine, can you pleas—" The new voice, distinctly feminine, cut through the air, halting both Josephine and Wang Xiao in their tracks.

They turned in unison, surprise evident in their expressions.

Whoosh!

In a swift, almost reflexive motion, Josephine closed the distance between herself and Wang Xiao. She reached for his shoulders and, in a bold, impulsive move, pressed her lips against his.

The sudden kiss was a shockwave, a desperate measure in a moment of panic. Josephine's action, so bold and impulsive, was a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor.

Her fingers dug into Wang Xiao's shoulders, not just pulling him into the kiss, but also drawing him closer to shield him from the view of the newcomer.

Wang Xiao, taken aback, barely had time to register the softness of her lips before his mind caught up with the situation.

His initial instinct was to pull away, but he understood in a flash – this was a diversion, a way to protect their reputations in a potentially compromising scenario.

The door swung open fully, revealing another woman in the doorway, her words trailing off as she took in the scene before her. Her eyes widened in shock, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her lips.

Josephine's sharp tone cut through the room, her annoyance clear as she addressed the intruder. "Mom? Can't you see we are busy?" Her words were a blend of irritation and a forced casualness, as if trying to paint the situation in a less scandalous light.

??

The woman, now identified as Josephine's mother, stood momentarily frozen in the doorway. Her features, a mature echo of Josephine's own, were etched with a blend of surprise and a barely-concealed amusement. A laugh escaped her lips, light and melodious, filling the room with an unexpected warmth.

Wang Xiao, caught off guard, turned his head towards the sound, but before he could fully take in her appearance, Seraphine – as Josephine's mother was apparently named – gracefully shut the door behind her. "Take your time..." her voice chimed through the wood, laced with a hint of teasing.

Josephine, her cheeks aflame with a blush that crept up to her hairline, let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing as she stepped away from Wang Xiao.

She turned to face him, a sheepish expression crossing her face.

"Wang Xiao, I am really sorry, but my mother... She's very strict about these things. If she saw us like this and misunderstood, she would make trouble for you unnecessarily..." Josephine's voice wavered, a mix of apology and frustration, her eyes briefly darting away in a display of discomfort.

She paced a little, her hands wringing the towel. "You have to understand, she views everything through the lens of royal duty and propriety. An unmarried princess, in a... a compromising position with a man – it's scandalous by her standards."

Her words tumbled out in a rush, each sentence laced with a growing panic. "And it's not just about me. She'll see it as a reflection on our entire family, on the royal lineage. The gossip, the rumors it would stir..."

Josephine halted, taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And you, Wang Xiao. You're a guest here. I can't have you dragged into palace intrigues or become a target for the court's censure because of a misunderstanding. That would be grossly unfair to you."

She turned back to him, her eyes earnest. "Please believe me, I never intended for you...."

Wang Xiao heard her words enter one ear and swiftly exit the other, his mind still occupied by the lingering, refreshing scent of fresh pink roses. Josephine's panic-stricken lips moved, but their meaning failed to reach his ears.

His gaze remained fixated on her moist lips and panicked eyes, drawn to the tempting cleavage revealed by the loosely wrapped towel barely concealing her body.

"Wang Xiao, I—uuu!?"

Josephine's words abruptly dissolved as she shook her head in disbelief, only to find herself enveloped in Wang Xiao's embrace moments later. His lips seized hers, igniting an electric surge of sensations across her own dampened lips.

Inwardly sighing with relief, Wang Xiao savored the familiar fragrance that invaded his nostrils, kindling an undeniable arousal within him. Gently yet passionately, he parted her lips with his tongue, delving into the depths of her mouth, catching Josephine off guard.

!!

Her pupils instantly dilated as she snapped back to reality, emerging from the depths of her shock. Wang Xiao continued to possess her sweet mouth as she stood there, suspended in a euphoric daze, making no attempt to resist.

Her eyes, wide with panic, locked with Wang Xiao's, a silent surrender in their depths.

Having meticulously plotted to trap her heart and exploit her for his own desires, Wang Xiao now reveled in the gratification of knowing she was already under his irresistible influence.

The absence of resistance from Josephine fueled his excitement.

Wang Xiao was also slightly stimulated, pushing forward his plans ahead of schedule, as the breasts that once used to be mundane now became a rare treat.

"Haaa... Haaa... W-Wang Xiao?" Josephine gasped, her eyes filled with shock and questions as they finally broke apart.

She had no clue what had just happened.

Wang Xiao met her gaze, his eyes fixated on her, his lips curving into a soft, wordless smile.

Ignoring her stunned expression, he leaned forward once more, drawing her in, and sealing their connection with another kiss.

'Huh?'

Josephine's mind whirled in confusion. This time, she wanted to push him away, but his firm grip on her waist rendered her powerless. The only sound that filled the air was the audible swallowing, as he greedily tasted her lips, clearly unsatisfied with their previous encounter.