Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 793: *Nemesis: Setting a trap for Aunt?* (8)

Knock...

Knock...

"Why did he call me here?"

Xin Meifang and Qian Yaoyao were trapped behind the warped panels of that old wooden door, a fact Qian Ruixin did nothing to conceal.

The bright hallway flickered with falling sunrays, the air filled with incense and a trace of laundry detergent.

She hovered in front of the staircase, toes curling anxiously against the chill tiles, her bare feet out of place beneath a red, slouchy cotton dress that hung off one shoulder and did nothing to hide her mood, casual, yes, but as if she'd thrown it on in a hurry, not expecting to be summoned to a family tragedy.

She hesitated, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear, eyes darting around like a criminal expecting sirens. Her lips were pressed so tightly it was hard to tell if she was pouting, sulking, or just ready to bite someone. If panic was a color, it'd be smudged across her face.

Honestly, she didn't even want to be here. But Wang Xiao had called, "Come, I want to show you something interesting," he'd said, with that tone that usually meant 'run the other way, now.'

Interesting, her head. With Wang Xiao, "interesting" always meant someone, usually someone she loved, ended up on the wrong side of the food chain.

No doubt he just wanted to show her the charming sight of her mother and her own sister ruined beneath him, probably soaked in his cum and shame.

Family trauma, Wang Xiao-style.

Click!

The lock gave a cheap little snap. Qian Ruixin barely had time to steel herself before she stepped inside, and was hit by a tidal wave of sound that made her toes curl and her soul contemplate suicide.

SMACK! SMACK!

Wet, savage slaps echoed off the walls, the kind of noise that told you this wasn't just sex, it was some unholy cross between a wrestling match and a demolition derby. The room reeked: sweat, perfume, cheap air freshener all trying and failing to hide the stench.

Right in the center, one woman was folded in half, legs dangling upside down, bare smooth charming buttocks stuck up like a warning sign, her hair nearly sweeping the floor.

Wang Xiao, naked and unrepentant, was behind her, hips pistoning with the mindless rhythm of factory machinery, each thrust so steady it could power a city.

"Ah... fuck! You unfilial bastard!" the woman

groaned, her voice torn between a moan and a curse, trembling from somewhere deep in her core. "Not so hard...shit!"

Wang Xiao didn't bother with dirty talk; he just drove in harder. Another brutal-SLAP!sent shockwaves rippling across her ass.

"Take it."

"Ahhh, not-ngh-inside!" she wailed, toes curling, thick thighs shaking as something thick and merciless, his cock, no, definitely his cock, pushed straight through her slit in that impossible upside-down position, burying itself deep as if he was intent on planting his entire soul inside her.

She tried yanking her leg back, desperate for escape, but all she did was make things worse, his dick slipped free in an instant, her body clenching hard as white-hot cum spurted out, not inside her, but shooting straight through the air.

Splash!

The whole mess landed square on her face. For a second, Xin Meifang just stared blankly, strands of hair sticking to her cheek, her expression gone completely flat, not even shock, just existential defeat.

Qian Ruixin could only stand there, blinking, frozen in the doorway, her brain caught between horror and the overwhelming urge to just turn around and leave rather than witness her mother rained down with cum, like some perverted art installation.

Splash! Splash!

As if the universe decided to pile on, Xin Meifang collapsed into a heap, eyes rolling back, her legs still twitching in aftershock. Before anyone could catch their breath, a fresh wet stain spread beneath her ass, the unmistakable trickle of humiliation, she'd just pissed herself in front of everyone.

"..."

"..."

A suffocating silence, broken only by the faint drip, drip of fluids on the floor. Wang Xiao straightened up, shameless as ever, cock still standing proud, wet, half-dripping, and utterly obscene. He turned to Qian Ruixin, arms open wide as if he were Christ come to welcome her into a new circle of hell.

"Perfect timing," he smirked, lips curling like a villain in a B-grade porno.

Qian Ruixin, barefoot, red dress riding up her thighs, face twisted in a grimace, took a hard step back, hands up as if fending off a wild animal.

Her eyes flickered to his cum-soaked cock, then to the puddle pooling under her friend. "No."

Wang Xiao cocked his head, feigning innocence. "What? I didn't even say anything yet."

She sneered, nostrils flaring. "I am not cleaning that up. Or you, or her, I don't care if you beat me."

He gave a little laugh, stroking himself with casual disrespect, flinging a sticky drop to the floor. "Rui, why do you always assume the worst? You act like I enjoy tormenting people."

She didn't dignify that with an answer. After everything she'd seen him do, with that cock, in that position, to her mother ruined, trembling body, there was no way in hell she was getting within licking distance.

Her eyes darted past him, to the corner. "If you're so innocent, what about her?"

There, against the wall, Qian Yaoyao was crumpled like discarded laundry, silent tears streaming down her red, swollen face. Her hair were half-off, lips chewed bloody red from biting back sobs. She looked at Ruixin with the haunted gaze of someone who'd make a pact with the devil just to vanish.

Wang Xiao shrugged, his cock still bobbing obscenely, in the stagnant air. "About that… let's just say, I need your help."

Qian Ruixin stared at him, face a picture of disgust and bitter resignation. "My help? What, you want me to strip down and join?... Is that it?" Her voice was flat, hollow, only the faintest hesistation betraying her beating heart.

Did he really need her? She didn't care. Either way, she was done being the victim, if it had to happen, better to choose it herself. Her mind was steel, refusing to let him drag her through the same torture again. She yanked her red top higher, exposing smooth, pale skin, cleavage, ribs, her smooth flat stomach.

The fabric was loose, something she only ever wore at home, and now it hung around her shoulders like a surrender flag.

Xin Meifang gaped, utterly confused to see her eldest daughter disrobing so willingly in front of this demon. She'd thought Ruixin was tougher than this, but Qian Ruixin had seen Wang Xiao rape people for less.

Her mother-in-law, his own elder sister, nobody was safe. Better to yield, be compliant, than get torn apart again and again. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

But Wang Xiao grinned, as if reading her thoughts. "Uh, actually… can you undress her for me instead?"

"!!"

The words hit Qian Ruixin like a slap, her eyes shot wide, disbelief and humiliation burning across her face. She stared at him like he was the sun itself, too blinding, too obscene to confront head-on.

Qian Yaoyao, the girl he'd pointed to, struggled uselessly, a muffled scream bursting out: "Mmmmppph!" She writhed, shaking her head, only the sound of panic and helplessness filling the room.

Wang Xiao's gaze slid over to the collapsed Xin Meifang, who was only just pulling herself upright, streaked and shaking. He smiled, voice soft and cold. "Aunt, you wouldn't let your daughter suffer alone, would you? Go help her, and hold her down for me. It's a family affair."

Xin Meifang's lips parted, no words coming out, just a silent, miserable nod "..."

Qian Yaoyao froze, eyes going glassy with terror, shoulders pressed hard to the wall.

Qian Ruixin's hand shook on the hem of her top, and for a moment, the three women locked eyes, each with a different emotion burning in her gaze.