Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 797: Beating Eveline: The Day a Goddess Learned Fear! (1)

Chapter 797: Beating Eveline: The Day a Goddess Learned Fear! (1)

"... Sometimes lines get blurry."

"Enough! He’s never done anything like that, and he never would. I trust him." Xinyue Zhilan finally snapped, half-amused, half-disturbed that Qiao Mingze could even say such things.

Qiao Mingze relented with a shrug. "Alright, alright. Still, I’d like to meet this infamous son of yours someday. Is he handsome?"

Xinyue Zhilan eyed her suspiciously. "I thought men weren’t your thing?"

Qiao Mingze flashed a wicked smile. "Who knows? Maybe he’s the exception."

"Stop teasing me, I am not signing up to be your mother-in-law, got it? Spare him, please..." Xinyue Zhilan grumbled.

Qiao Mingze just laughed. "Only if he spares me. Anyway, keep an eye on him. Talk to him. Pay attention to how he acts around you, his sisters, all those women. Look for any signs of resentment, especially towards you or your daughters... You never know what he might be holding back."

Xinyue Zhilan nodded, ready to get up and call it a day, but Qiao Mingze’s earlier comments lingered. Then, as she reached for her bag, a strange worry struck her. "Mingming... is there any chance my kids might... like each other?"

Qiao Mingze looked at her, genuinely confused. "Wait, what? Are you saying you think your son is hooking up with his own sisters?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Xinyue Zhilan frowned, unsure herself. "I don’t think so... Jiarong, never, he’s actually used to be... little scared of her. Mei, well, not possible anymore, she’s married. But there’s... one daughter who’s always been rebellious."

She thought of Wang Xueying, ever since her brother left, that girl had grown more unruly, more distant. There’d always been something off about her diary, the things she’d written...

And now, come to think of it, she had seen Xueying and Wang Xiao acting a little... too close. One time, he’d laid his head in her lap, way too intimate for siblings.

Qiao Mingze rolled her eyes, trying to play it down. "That’s it? I don’t think that’s proof of anything. Siblings can be close. I was only teasing earlier, don’t take it so seriously."

Xinyue Zhilan nodded, trying to push the worry aside. But what she didn’t see was Mingze, quietly making a note on her notepad, mapping "Wang Xiao" right to "Wang Xueying."

The psychologist’s intuition was flaring up, given Xueying’s history and the weird vibes, something definitely smelled off.

Maybe her son was back for his sister?

... or maybe there was something else entirely.

Either way, Qiao Mingze decided not to mention any of that to Xinyue Zhilan.

Not yet.

Some things, you don’t gossip about... not until you’re sure.

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Back in the villa.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

"Ughhh-!"

A strangled groan escaped from the woman’s lips, red and swollen as if stained with blood, her naked body splayed out on the bed like some discarded plaything. Her form was beautiful, arched back seductively, sweat on her smooth creamy skin, tender breasts heaving.

But her face was contorted, head hanging off the edge, mouth wide and desperate, eyes blurred with tears and saliva.

She tried to suck in a breath, but Wang Xiao just drove himself deeper, his cock crashing against her swollen lips, plunging straight down her hot, suffocating mouth.

Her nails scraped at the sheets, legs kicking in useless protest.

"Ghk-wait, Wai-mmgh!" Her pleas fell apart into choking as he thrust again, a thick bulge sliding down her throat each time he drove in and pulled out.

She gagged violently, tears spilling sideways down her cheeks, the world spinning upside-down.

"Relax," Wang Xiao murmured, his hand pinning her jaw open, "it’s not like you need to breathe right now. You look pretty like this."

A sick, dark laugh escaped him as he pulled out abruptly, thick, hot release splattering her face and hair.

Semen dripped down her chin, her coughing ragged and violent.

"Cough! Cough!—Asshole—!" she gasped, struggling to wipe her mouth, her whole body shuddering.

He only smirked, wiping himself off with her discarded top before tossing it onto her stomach. "Learn from your mother and sister. They managed much better than you."

Yaoyao glared at him with swollen, red-rimmed eyes but said nothing. Learn from her mother and sister? Did he plan to keep violating them all?

She wanted to sob, to scream after half an hour of raw humiliation, but something held her back, lips trembling with silent rage. Only when he turned and walked out, shutting the door with a soft click, did the dam finally break. Fat tears spilled down her cheeks, first silent, then wracking her whole body as she sobbed openly, her face collapsing into pure grief.

On the other side of the room, Qian Ruixin and Xin Meifang, still lying together on the rumpled bed, raised their tired heads at the sound of Yaoyao’s sudden cries.

They exchanged a long, complicated look caught somewhere between guilt, and exhaustion.

Yaoyao’s body trembled, sobs wracking her chest. But then the mattress shifted, Qian Ruixin dragged herself across the tangled sheets, moving with a quiet, animal desperation.

She didn’t say a word at first, just pressed her face to the bed, blindly soaking up Yaoyao’s tears with the rumpled sheet, gently dabbing at her cheeks as if erasing evidence.

Then, with a brittle tenderness, Ruixin pulled Yaoyao into a shaky embrace, holding her tightly. Her voice was hoarse, broken by exhaustion and things she’d never say aloud. "Shhh... he isn’t always like this, Yaoyao. Sometimes... sometimes, he’s gentle. If you just... do as he says, it’s easier..."

Her words stabbed in Yaoyao’s heart like poison.

Yaoyao’s sobs caught, her eyes bulging with shock. She stared at her sister, was this really comfort? Did Ruixin want her to keep enduring this?

Yaoyao shook her head, disbelief and fresh despair flooding her features. "Sis... why are you saying that? You... you want me to just... let him... after what he-?"

Qian Ruixin’s arms tightened, her own tears brimming. "I... I don’t know what else to do. If we fight, it’s worse... He’s not like other men, Yaoyao. He’s... he’s like something out of those old stories... Like a god..."

Her voice faded into a trembling whisper.

Across the bed, Xin Meifang watched them with haunted eyes.

Yaoyao let out a bitter, broken laugh that echoed with helplessness. "Gods are supposed to protect, not destroy."

Ruixin buried her face in Yaoyao’s hair, silent and shaking. "I know... But gods don’t follow our rules."

"..."

Yaoyao quieted, suddenly aware that she and her sister were naked, still holding each other. Doing it in front of that terrible man, she hadn’t even noticed; now, it felt strange and vulnerable, a chill running down her spine.

She had once thought Wang Xiao was just a playboy, maybe an interesting cousin, maybe even a friend. Family, her own age. But now her whole world had turned upside down.

"Rui, do you know who he is...?"

The question came from behind, Xin Meifang’s voice low and solemn. She didn’t seem as disturbed by being violated, her era had no illusions about romance among gods. The strong took what they wanted from the weak, that was the law. She had been subdued, and she accepted it, but she couldn’t accept being conquered by a nobody. She needed to know: Who was he, truly? Otherwise, she felt her mind would collapse.

Yaoyao glanced at her sister, desperate for any answer.

Qian Ruixin felt the weight of their gazes, hesitated, then whispered, "The eclipse earlier... that was because of him."

She remembered that day, a shudder ran through her. She’d known Wang Xiao was powerful, but not how powerful. In the US, when he announced the merging of universes, he never showed his face. But there had been a hand, so massive it seemed to cover the whole earth in its grasp.

As if, in some ancient prophecy, he could truly "cover the sky with his palm."

Xin Meifang and Yaoyao didn’t understand at first what eclipse Ruixin meant. But Xin Meifang, with her thousands of years of wisdom, caught on quickly. She nodded, her sadness replaced by something colder. ’So she’d been raped by that man...’

It made sense, in retrospect, why all her efforts were swatted aside as if she were a child. Even the explosion she unleashed was absorbed like nothing. Xin Meifang wasn’t a fool, she was Nemesis.

She’d known other reincarnated gods, seen many chase a single figure, desperate for his favor.

Unwittingly, she had become his victim without realizing how close he truly was. History had taught her to avoid such beings; she never bothered investigating the so-called Eighth Prince, unwilling to court disaster.

But disaster had found her anyway.

Now, even if she begged the other gods for help, she knew how it would go, they’d tape her mouth shut and send her back as an offering.

"Humph!"

She would never bow. Arrogance was at her core, unchanged by today’s humiliation. As for how she’d deal with this new reality... that, she didn’t yet know.

Yaoyao simply looked at her sister, confused. Qian Ruixin, however, felt it was better if Yaoyao never understood the truth. Her mind was too young for such reality.