Deviant: No Longer Human
Chapter 702 - 702: Shocked Athene! Trapped Empress!

After ditching the royal gathering downstairs, Wang Xiao sauntered back to the room that screamed luxury louder than a sugar baby on a yacht. Ocean view, check. Luminescent yellow lights dimmed just enough to imply something shady's about to happen, double check.

And right there—pure white bed, sheets twisted like someone tried yoga while drunk.

Something… squirmed under them.

He didn't need to lift the blanket.

He knew.

Golden strands peeked out like divine noodles of temptation, her flushed skin the shade of freshly slapped buttocks—ah yes, Her Majesty the Human Empress, Ning Xue.

"Mmm…w…what's this…" she whimpered, biting her lip so hard even his pants flinched. Her breath like a broken fan, face blushing like she'd just confessed to her crush and drunk at the same time.

The culprit?

The Peach Garden wine.

Aurora's special brew—fermented with divine nectar, forbidden moonlight, and probably three illegal herbs that cause memory loss and horny flashbacks.

It could get Immortals drunk. Ning Xue? She was overdosing on fantasies.

Wang Xiao?

Innocent.

As innocent as a demon wearing a priest's collar.

Whoosh!

Lights gone.

And just like that, he slid into the bed like a scammer into a group full of old ladies.

Then—skitter skitter—two delicate hands crept across his back like seductive spiders who paid rent in moans.

He didn't say a word.

Because sometimes, the universe just gives.

And you don't ask questions when the Empress herself turns into a drunk, horny kitten clawing at your chastity belt.

A burst of freshness hit Wang Xiao as he sank deeper under the sheets—the scent of morning dew mixed with wine, sweat, and forbidden temptation. He'd had women. Goddesses. Queens. He'd tasted lips that claimed to sing galaxies and bodies that boasted immortality.

But this?

This one was different.

Beneath him lay a woman sculpted like temptation's final form. Even in the suffocating dark of the quilt, her face glowed—a delicate masterpiece. Petal-soft cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted just enough to whisper sin. Those lips—plump, glistening, red like cherries soaked in wine—trembled with every groan. They looked biteable. Bleedable. And he had teeth.

Her breath rushed again.

"Mmm… s-stop… mmnnh… i-it's hot…"

She pressed her thighs together like they were guarding national secrets, her hips twitching, her hands crawling like she was deciphering the mysteries of the male form.

Wang Xiao's eyes sharpened.

This wasn't resistance.

This was temptation playing coy.

"Shhh…" he whispered into her ear, lips brushing against her flushed earlobe, "You're too drunk to talk."

He leaned in.

Her eyes fluttered open—half-lidded, drunk with peach wine and wet dreams. Their gaze met in the dark, and he saw it—desperation. Lust.. Helpless hunger swirling in her irises like a storm of silken need.

"A-Ah… You…?" she whimpered, as if faintly recognizing his figure. Her restraint was impressive, even now. Her deep aqua eyes shimmered with confusion. "D-Don't… y-you're… not… supposed to…"

But her fingers dug into his back, her nails drawing silent confessions from his skin. Her lips, trembling seconds ago, parted again—not for protest, but for him.

He devoured her mouth.

No mercy. No pretense.

Just lips crashing like thunderclouds, tongues warring like drunk with unfinished grudges. She moaned into his mouth, her voice a messy, broken mix of pleasure and shock.

"Mnnn~ no… nghh—haa… you beast…"

"Correct," Wang Xiao murmured, lips latching back onto hers—her mouth tasting of vanilla, but sweeter, almost honey. Her hands weakly pressed against his chest, yet her fingers clutched his shirt like she couldn't decide whether to push him off or pull him in.

"D-Don't… do it… I-I'll hit…"

She wouldn't.

She couldn't.

Her voice was trembling, but her lips trembled harder when he licked the corner, teasing her like he was playing with sweet dessert. Her body writhed slightly—subconsciously. Her eyes tensed.

He didn't stop.

His tongue invaded her mouth like a thief, exploring every inch of her sweetness, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes widened.

"Ah…?"

She gasped, but it was already too late—Wang Xiao had turned her plump red lips into a playground, his tongue tasting her, claiming her, addicting himself to her confusion. She was spiraling—caught between her noble pride and the heat crawling up her inner thighs.

Hallucinating. Drunk. Vulnerable.

Perfect.

Wang Xiao smirked.

He grabbed her face with one hand—those delicate, porcelain cheeks squished together like he was toying with a adorable fruit too ripe to resist. She winced. But she didn't fight it. His teeth sank into the soft flesh just below her eyes, marking her, dragging a small muffled cry out of her throat.

She was his new toy.

And he was the kind of bastard who broke his toys in the name of love.

Ning Xue whimpered under him, her mind a fuzzy mess of shame and heat. This was her first time being harassed—gently, yes—but still, with the patience of a predator and the affection of a psychopath. Her body screamed betrayal.

She wanted to cry.

Why wasn't he listening?

Where was her guardian? Her cold, beautiful master who always appeared to scold her at the last moment?

Her eyes darted to the shadows in panic, hoping to see a flash of robes… but nothing came.

Only Wang Xiao's hand came.

Pinching her waist. Pinning her down. Hands grabbing her shoulders. His lips never stopped—kissing, biting, claiming territory down her neckline and shoulder. Tooth marks bloomed like cursed flowers across her fair skin.

She shivered again. Her breathing rapid. Her inner world collapsing.

She was losing it.

Completely.

Why was the world silent?

Why did her body feel like pudding?

Why the hell couldn't she use her strength!?

No answers came.

Only Wang Xiao's hot breath and sinful tongue, reminding her—

Tonight, she was no empress.

Just prey.

And his hands were the decree.

Whoosh!

At that exact moment—the master Ning Xue had desperately hoped for had arrived.

Not late. Not even a second too slow.

She had run. Covered thousands of miles in a blink, tearing through space the moment she heard her disciple's cry for help.

But what she saw…

Her whole body froze.

Her mind blanked.

She stood outside the window of the underwater suite, hidden in the veil of the sea—watching.

Inside the bed, her noble, virginal disciple was pinned under a man. No—the man. He wasn't just on top of her. He was devouring her. Tasting her like forbidden fruit. Doing the things he should… and definitely things he shouldn't.

Athene—yes, the ancient goddess of wisdom, strategist of the heavens, planner of destinies—wanted to die.

Because the one rule—the one non-negotiable clause when she was entrusted with Celestine—was this:

"Let no harm come to her."

Because if something happened?

The demon that had been lying in wait until now—even his patience would snap, and it wouldn't end with just talk anymore.

Even if she ran to the edge of time itself.

Athene trembled. Her knees wobbled. Her breath refused to flow.

She stood frozen, wearing her flowing grey-black divine robe, looking more like a ghost than a goddess.

And the worst part?

The monster she feared—the unhinged force that could erase her existence with a whim—was the one doing all the "harm."

Wang Xiao.

Yup.

He was the one on top of Celestine, a.k.a. Ning Xue, slamming his tongue down her throat like he was swearing an oath of conquest.

Athene's soul almost left her body.

"How… How did they even meet!?"

She had planned everything. EVERYTHING. She hid Celestine in the clouds. Altered her face. Changed her name. Manipulated the trajectory of stars to avoid their fated encounter.

And yet…

Fate. The bitch.

She rolled the dice anyway—and landed snake eyes.

Athene had kept Celestine as her insurance—her holy shield in case Wang Xiao ever decided to strip her, flip her over, and publicly humiliate her just to satisfy his power trip. She didn't want to become an object for a man.

Now?

Her only bargaining chip was currently pinned down, moaning under his body.

Athene wanted to scream.

She wanted to cry.

But she could do nothing.

Because how the hell do you stop Wang Xiao from claiming something that's already his?

Suddenly—whoosh—a ripple in the divine sea behind her. Another goddess appeared.

Aurora.

Her snow-white hair shimmered with residual moonlight, her figure wrapped in faint celestial mist. She blinked at Athene's pale expression.

"You look like you saw a ghost, why are you even here?" Aurora said with a small frown.

Athene gave a bitter smile.

"See there."

Aurora turned.

Her pupils dilated.

"—what?"

Because what she saw was her own daughter, Celestine, beneath Wang Xiao, being passionately, savagely devoured.

Yup.

Aurora wasn't there when Wang Xiao snatched her. Didn't know Celestine had been acting as the Human Empress. Hell, she didn't even know where her daughter was for the past three months—because she had just escaped from divine captivity and hadn't caught up on the netizens.

Now, seeing her daughter trapped beneath Wang Xiao—half-naked, drenched in sweat, moaning like a corrupted virgin fairy—Aurora's first emotion was…

... Satisfaction.