Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 790: Nemesis: Setting a trap for Aunt? (5)

"Yaoyao... You can have Yaoyao."

"..."

"..."

Dead silence.

Qian Yaoyao looked like she’d just witnessed her own funeral, jaw dropped, eyes wide, caught somewhere between wanting to faint and running for the door. Xin Meifang, on the other hand, was watching Wang Xiao like a cat that just tossed a dead mouse at his feet, waiting for praise.

Wang Xiao didn’t even blink. "Nope."

"Eh?" Xin Meifang’s face froze, her hopeful smile faltering.

Even Yaoyao, who was this close to having a panic attack, almost sighed with relief, until Wang Xiao shrugged and dropped the real bomb:

"What, you think I’m running some kind of charity daycare? You toss me your kid and I’m supposed to what, raise her, feed her, wipe her nose, and call it a day? Do I look like the Mother Teresa of dysfunctional families to you?"

Qian Yaoyao, cheeks flaming, managed a stutter: "M-Mom... what are you...?"

Wang Xiao waved her off. "Relax, girl. Your mom’s just trying to trade you for a get-out-of-jail-free card. Classic escape move. She’ll sell your soul, then wonder why nobody trusts her."

Xin Meifang bristled, but tried to recover her charming dangerous edge. "She’s... young, unspoiled... don’t you want someone you can mold, someone—"

He cut her off, rolling his eyes. "If I wanted to play with dolls, I’d have raided the toy store, not your gene pool."

He leaned in, grinning with a flash of teeth.

"Seriously, Aunt, if you’re that desperate to cut a deal, you should just crawl over here yourself. Who knows, maybe I’d be generous and let you off with a spanking. But this? Passing off your own daughter? Boring. Try again, auntie."

Xin Meifang’s lips quivered, half from rage, half from some darker anger.

Wang Xiao just stretched, yawned, and flicked a hand. "Alright, enough family drama for one night. Anyone got anything actually interesting to offer, or am I just going to have to start breaking your limbs for fun?"

A heavy, awkward silence. Even the room seemed embarrassed.

Xin Meifang’s face twisted, a storm of humiliation and anger passing through her features. Then, like a slap of reality, she suddenly remembered herself, Nemesis, goddess, not some plaything.

’Why the hell am I letting him talk to me like this? Why am I even here getting harassed? What does this freak even want from me?’

She glared at Wang Xiao, teeth gritted, voice thin but shaking off the fear. "You keep saying you’re bored, that you want entertainment. What is it you actually want, Xiao Wang? Am I supposed to dance? Sing? Strip? Recite poetry? Or are you just waiting for me to start sobbing so you can get off on that, too?"

Wang Xiao cocked an eyebrow, grinning. "Now we’re getting somewhere. See? That’s the spirit. Use that fire, beats moping around like some third-rate tragic heroine."

He leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief and threat. "Entertain me however you want, Aunt. Could be a dance, could be a fight, could be you finally admitting all the dirty little secrets you thought nobody knew. Or maybe you just start begging for mercy in a way that actually makes me laugh. I’m not picky. Surprise me."

Xin Meifang clenched her fists, torn between slapping him and shoving a lamp down his throat. "I’d rather die than do that."

Wang Xiao laughed, a cold sound. "Suit yourself. But trust me, boredom is the last thing you want from me. People have lost a lot more than their life when I start..."

"So... what’s it going to be? Got any party tricks left, or are you fresh out?"

"..."

Xin Meifang inhaled a cold breath. ’What the hell is wrong with him...? Does he really expect me to stand up and dance? I don’t even know how...’ Her heart thrummed in her throat, equal parts shame and furious disbelief.

Was this the night Nemesis herself would bend, admitting defeat?

She rose, shoulders trembling, the white silk of her gown pooling at her feet like a dying sun, gold thread catching the sunlight in one final, mocking flourish.

Her feet were bare, toes painted a vindictive, lustful red, ankles slim and delicate but quivering with tension.

Wang Xiao dragged a chair into place, lounging back, a predatory grin on his face, one hand tapping the armrest, the other ready for any spectacle. His eyes trailed over her, cold and appreciative. "Come on then. Don’t hold back. Might as well give me a memory worth dying for."

Nemesis found herself at the center of the room, hands trembling, hovering at her sides, a goddess stripped of all her worshippers, but not her pride. For a beat she looked lost,.then something flared behind her eyes.

If she was to be shamed, she would decide how it happened.

She flicked her wrist, summoning a shimmer of blue runes, ghostly, ancient, crawling up her slender arms and smooth collarbones, flickering awake with every shiver of alabaster skin.

A mocking smirk twisted her lips. "You want a dance? Fine. But you should know... the last time I performed, kingdoms crumbled and at least one demigod’s turned to ashes."

Wang Xiao chuckled, his voice entertained and amused, patting his thigh. "I love suicidal women. Better add a striptease to your performance. Who knows, you might just kill me under your legs."

Xin Meifang’s eyes narrowed. ’He knows it’s a death-dance, and still wants to play?’

She straightened her spine, gold-threaded silk hugging her chest, her ample breasts pressing against the fabric, ivory skin glowing with a faint, poisonous blue.

Her hair shimmered like a waterfall of midnight, eyes fierce with ancient hate and something almost desperate.

Her hands slid up her own body, gliding over the curves of her waist, up to cup her breasts, squeezing, shaping them for his eyes. Her nipples, flushed and proud, strained at the dress as she pinched them beneath the silk, breath gasping.

With a roll of her hips, the dress slipped from her shoulders, exposing her neck and creamy shoulders, pale skin crisscrossed by runes that glowed and pulsed in the growing heat.

She moved with newfound confidence, hips rolling to a rhythm that was half-seduction, half-execution. Her thighs parted with each step, muscles flexing, the slit of her dress pooling at her hips, one white lacy bra barely containing her full breasts.

She prowled toward him, knees brushing the floor, hands reaching to rest boldly on his thighs, her eyes never leaving his.

Wang Xiao inhaled deeply, the mist filled with her scent, a blend of dark smoldering amber, burnt jasmine, and the honeyed poison of her body. The magic in the room grew oppressive, the energy rebellious and sexual, tinged with annihilation.

Xin Meifang’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. She grabbed his hand, dragged it up to her chest, letting him squeeze the softness of her breasts, thumb teasing her nipple through the bra. She climbed into his lap, knees straddling his thighs, the heat of her bare skin pressing against his groin.

Her slender hand reached for his face, fingertips ghosting over his jaw as she leaned closer, her breath warm and trembling, lips hovering above his.

The scent from her runes, from her parted lips, became intoxicating, a sweet, burning, honeyed haze that seemed to blur the edges of reality.

"Haa!"

She kissed him, slow and wet, her mouth parting beneath his, tongues tangling. The taste was electric, sweet, sharp, and darkly magical, the flavor of honey and forbidden pleasure. Wang Xiao’s hand slid down, squeezing her buttocks, dragging her closer, tongue probing deeper, tasting the essence of a goddess and a curse entwined.

He licked her lips, biting down with greedy amusement, making her shudder, her own excitement mingling with disgust and twisted thrill.

"Mghh..."

Xin Meifang moaned into his mouth, spit bubbling between their lips, the sound obscene and desperate.

"Hmmm!" She sucked on his tongue, letting him feel her white pearl teeth scrape along it.

Across the room, Yaoyao watched, transfixed, body burning, heart pounding with a sick, voyeuristic longing.

Xin Meifang broke the kiss, lips swollen, a string of saliva glistening between them, eyes glowing with power and humiliation. She huffed, breath coming ragged, pride flickering with satisfaction, she’d tasted the devil and made him swallow her shame.

But just as she started to slide down, Wang Xiao’s palm landed hard on her backside, a sharp, dominant slap.

His eyes snapped open, crimson and merciless.

"Remove them all."

"!!"