Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 792: *Nemesis: Setting a trap for Aunt?* (7)

"So you're just like my mother now, huh?" Wang Xiao smiled, voice crude, dragging her tighter into his lap, fingers squeezing her ass with bruising force.

Hiss~!

Xin Meifang's face paled, as if she had said something she absolutely shouldn't have, plunging the room into silence.

Ignoring her shocked face, Wang Xiao shoved his other hand between her legs, spreading her wet, throbbing folds, thumb circling her clit, dragging moans from her that she tried, and failed, to silence.

"Does my mother feel like this, Aunt? You're her elder sister, how similar are your bodies, should I compare every inch?" He grinned, rolling his hips, his cock hot and heavy against her hot steamy entrance.

Xin Meifang's breath stuttered, rage and guilt in her eyes. She clenched her butt, a shudder wracking her frame.

"You… stop it… Your mother… she's my younger sister. What would she say if she saw you doing this to me? Have you lost all shame?"

Wang Xiao just sneered, he squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple till she gasped.

"Does she feel like this in my hands? Is her skin as soft, her tits as heavy?"

He slapped her breast, then leaned in, spitting straight into her open mouth, making her swallow his spit before he claimed her lips with a dirty, biting kiss, tongue fucking her mouth, smearing saliva and her dark rosy lipstick all over her chin.

Xin Meifang's mind spun, out shame, lust, utter degradation, "Stop!" she shouted, glaring, but it was useless; it felt as if iron was clutching her.

Wang Xiao didn't pause, "Why stop? Is my mother's waist this tight? Or her belly this smooth? Does she moan like you, Aunt, when I grab her this hard?"

He ran his hand down her trembling flat yet soft belly, pressing, kneading her softness, then gripping her hip, pulling her onto his cock, making her feel every burning inch.

"Does she clench like you? Do her thighs shake when I play with her? Or is it just you, my 'Aunt', dripping like a bitch in heat?"

He pulled back from her mouth, thick string of spit connecting them, then spat again on her cheek, rubbing it in with his thumb before forcing his thumb between her lips, making her suck it.

"You like being compared, don't you? You like it when I use you to imagine fucking my mother. Is it shame, Aunt? Are you really her elder sister or just pretending?"

He forced her chin up, locking eyes, Xin Meifang's eyes burned with golden brilliance , and hundred emotions, guilt, anger, forbidden hunger.

She spat to the side, lips curling in shame, but her body betrayed her, pressing even closer, trembling, soaked, utterly captive in the spiral of pleasure, humiliation, and self-loathing that Wang Xiao had strapped around her.

"Damn you... There's definitely a demon hiding in you," Xin Meifang cursed, her voice cold, torn between accusation and hatred, "No real son… would dare spew such filth to his own blood. You… you're not him. What are you really?"

Wang Xiao only grinned, "Call it whatever you want. Demon, devil, god, does it matter, or do you just want something else to blame, since you can't blame yourself?"

Her eyes flashed golden, rage overtaking all guilt, Nemesis awakening, goddess of divine punishment and retribution.

"If you're so sure you're untouchable, try surviving this, monster!"

ZAPPP!

With a scream of wrath, twin beams of golden judgement blazed from Xin Meifang's golden eyes, searing through the space toward Wang Xiao's face, her divine verdict, her last-ditch attempt to kill whatever evil had taken root inside him.

The whole room exploded with white-hot light, every shadow burning away, every rune flaring to life. Her voice rang out, trembling with power and heartbreak:

"You want to taste me? You want to see what it's like when a goddess kills the man she once called her own? Burn, you beast, burn and be erased!"

BANNNNGGGGG...!

The divine beam smashed into Wang Xiao, a torrent of white-gold judgement ripping through the dark, shattering every shadow, burning so fiercely that flesh, illusion, and every secret in the room seemed to scream.

For ten endless seconds, there was only light, searing, all-consuming.

Xin Meifang's eyes glew, a cold triumph blooming. Even her daughter, Qian Yaoyao, strapped against the far wall, could only stare wide-eyed, blinking as the blinding glare finally faded.

Then silence...

"..."

"..."

The smoke cleared, Wang Xiao sat exactly where he'd been, not a scratch, not a hair out of place, only his expression had changed, now thunderous, more annoyed than hurt.

"...It's not possible..." Xin Meifang whispered, her body trembling, she'd thrown every drop of divine power, even shaved away at her own lifeforce for that final blow. Yet the man before her didn't even look impressed, just slightly inconvenienced, and somehow, even more dangerous.

Instead of looking at her, Wang Xiao glared off into the empty air.

"You. Why the hell didn't you protect me?" his voice was sharp, condemning, directed at what seemed like empty air.

A shimmer of golden sunlight flickered near the wall, catching on the soft strands of a woman's hair, still mostly invisible, recoiling at his sudden tone.

"Why are you scolding me…?" Ning Xue's voice was soft, almost guilty, her words slipping out like a secret. "You didn't really need me, did you…? Anyone could see you were fine."

She tried to sound cool, but her eyes, wide, guilty, and laced with worry, remained fixed on him.

Inwardly, she felt a quiet joy. This man truly possessed unfathomable power, simply choosing to act mortal in front of her… How else could he have survived so long, earned Velkhara's devotion, and now brushed off that attack?

But her subtle test had struck a nerve with Wang Xiao, and his glare made it clear, he did not appreciate being checked so cleverly.

'This one definitely needs a lesson in obedience,' he thought grimly, though a small smile tugged at his lips, at least she wasn't completely stupid.

Xin Meifang stared, still naked, runes flickering weakly along her skin. Her mind filled with a hundred questions, Who was he talking to? Why was he alive? Was he even human anymore? Was she, after all this, even still Nemesis?

But truly, a naked woman, out of breath, out of power, and out of excuses, could only wonder so much...

"Come back..."

Wang Xiao waved a single hand, and Xin Meifang's body lifted from the floor like a sheet of silk caught in a current. Helpless, she hovered, horror widening her eyes as she floated back to him, her legs, smooth and shapely, straddling either side of his chair. She was too full, too plump, the skin of her thighs pressing against the wood, leaving flushed red marks on her otherwise flawless flesh.

She had no strength left; all the divinity had drained from her veins. In this moment, she was just a beautiful, vulnerable woman, naked, breathless, utterly at his mercy.

Wang Xiao smiled, a slow, wicked curve, and reached between her trembling thighs. His fingers parted her slick labia, exposing her, spreading her open with deliberate cruelty.

Xin Meifang's heart thundered in her ears. Her instincts screamed a warning, too late. One of his fingers pressed into her burning heat, sliding inside her clenching hole. She gasped, her body jerking as he worked deeper, then brought in a second finger, his middle and index stretching her, filling her, making her ache.

Her face blazed scarlet, knuckles whitening as she gripped the chair, desperate for control she no longer had. She hated the traitorous way her hips pressed down, hated the lust pooling between her legs.

Then his fingers withdrew, and something far more brutal, hot, hard, swollen, pressed at her entrance.

Her cunt clenched, still fighting, but his cock didn't hesitate; with a push, the thick head forced her open, stretching her to the limit.

Xin Meifang bit her lip hard, the taste of blood on her tongue, but then her resistance shattered.

With a slow, merciless thrust, he slid inside, filling her with impossible heat, her inner walls burning and spasming around him, stretched to a sweet, painful ache.

"Ugh!"

Her scream broke loose, pure agony, he didn't give her the mercy of a rough, thoughtless pounding; instead, he took his time, sliding out and in, dragging every thick inch along her slick, quivering walls.

He made sure she felt it, the obscene fullness, the shameful friction, the humiliating pleasure blooming inside her.

Guilt stabbed at her with every breath. Fear and anger, disgust and need, all collided at the core of her being.

She hugged to the chair, thighs quivering, back arched, her hair a wild halo. Her breasts bounced and swayed, sweat running between them as her head rolled back, eyes glassy, lips parted, lost somewhere between a sob and a moan.

She stared blindly at the ceiling, and in that moment, the poetry hit...

"No matter how high a goddess soars, she still spreads her legs beneath the devil's roar..."

A broken, mocking laugh escaped her, her eyes filled with tears and shame, not because the devil had marred her, but because she caught her own ruined reflection shimmering in her daughter's wide, horrified eyes.

That was the punchline of all divinity:

The devil doesn't just stop at the goddess, he leaves her, drags her whole bloodline down to join her into the hell.

And in the next moment, it was as if prophecy come true, two daughters and a mother, all forced down together, mouths open, thighs spread, repeating the same truth that doomed their life.

"In this world, the strong take,

and the weak just open their legs and choke on their fate..."