Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 714: *An Old Classmate!*

Swoosh.

After leaving the villa, Wang Xiao didn’t head straight to his supposed destination. He walked, three blocks, no rush, moving through the afternoon hush of Pudong. The winter wind was light, the streets quieter than usual.

Eventually, he arrived.

A modest two-storey bungalow sat in front of him, not flashy, not grand. But the land it occupied?

Enough to buy ten villas in this district.

Low-key wealth. Corrupt bureaucrat style.

The golden nameplate on the front gate read:

[赵家 · Zhao Family]

Wang Xiao didn’t knock.

He just looked up, toward the open second-floor window.

This was Zhao Family’s house, yes. But the person he was here for wasn’t a Zhao by blood.

She was adopted long ago.

A girl who, by every twisted thread of logic and fate, should’ve been with him.

She wasn’t.

And it made life... inconvenient.

"Tch."

He moved.

One leap. Silent, precise. Like a shadow flicking through sunlight, he landed inside the open window.

Whoosh.

"Hmph... Not bad."

He looked around, light blue bedsheets, a tidy desk, a few wardrobes. Curtains drawn, lights off.

A single figure lay on the bed, curled slightly on her side, one arm tucked beneath her cheek.

She was asleep.

Deeply.

Zhang Sisi.

Former classmate, current personal secretary, and present-day fugitive from actual secretarial duties.

"Sleeping in the afternoon? Dereliction of duty," Wang Xiao muttered, brows rising in judgment.

But even as he spoke, his gaze trailed lower.

Her black tank top had slipped slightly, revealing a smooth, snow-white shoulder. One bare leg peeked out from under the sheets, slender and long.

She wasn’t wearing much.

Of course she wasn’t.

’This woman has no survival instincts for her line of job,’ he thought, expression judgemental.

Zhang Sisi was completely unaware of the approaching storm. Her breathing was soft, her chest rising and falling gently. Her lips, parted slightly in sleep, looked dangerously inviting, light pink, dewy, like cherries waiting to be stolen.

She was smiling faintly.

Why?

Simple.

The demon had left her alone.

After that terrifying "first encounter" weeks ago, Wang Xiao had vanished, leaving her to finally breathe again. She’d dared to believe the beast had gotten bored.

And so, she’d worked.

Yesterday, she’d pulled an all-nighter handling an off-site assignment in another city. Barely got back before dawn. Exhausted, she skipped university and collapsed into bed.

Finally, peace.

No calls, no boss texts, no aggressive supernatural bureau energy.

Just silence.

Warm sheets.

"Mmmgh... Mom... no... I can’t eat more..."

As Wang Xiao crept closer, his shadow gliding over the bed like a lazy curse, Zhang Sisi stirred, barely. She turned in her sleep, brow furrowed, thin pouty lips puffing softly.

"Mmm... it’s mine..." she mumbled, clutching her pillow like it owed her money. "I... don’t... have... to... woooork..."

Wang Xiao paused mid-step.

He stared at her.

Then stared harder.

’What kind of half-dead spirit dreams about food and skipping shifts at the same time?’

She turned again, now hugging the pillow like a hostage. Her leg slid higher, revealing the smooth stretch of thigh. The tank top she wore had slipped off one shoulder, revealing flawless white skin that made his gaze narrow with something not quite human.

’... She looks dumber than usual,’ he muttered.

Zhang Sisi had no idea the devil had come back.

She’d worked all night in another city, crashed straight into bed after the train back, and skipped uni like the overworked office girl she secretly was.

Now she was dreaming about snacks and freedom, blissfully unaware that her boss was crouched by her bed, planning everything but mercy.

"Hugging that pillow, huh?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

She murmured again, lips parting just slightly.

Perfect.

’If she wants to sleep through her shift... then I’ll give her a new assignment.’

A very oral one.

A moment later—

"Slurp..."

Something hot brushed her lips.

Soft, heavy, veined.

Then... Squelch.

It pressed in deeper.

Zhang Sisi’s tiny nose twitched, her lashes fluttered.

"Warm... salty... wait, what—"

Her eyes snapped open.

And instantly widened in horror.

What the actual—

In her mouth, something was moving.

Alive.

Solid.

Absolutely not breakfast.

"MMPHH?!"

She jerked up with a strangled yelp, eyes locking straight onto a man, who sat calmly at the edge of her bed, one hand planted beside her pillow, the other resting on his thigh.

Between her lips?

His cock.

In full, arrogant glory. Already deep. Already hot. Already twitching like it had been personally insulted by her sleep schedule.

She gagged, tried to move, only to realize, he’d timed it perfectly.

She woke up mid-suck.

"Morning," Wang Xiao said, as if commenting on the weather, "Your mouth said you weren’t hungry, but your tongue’s doing overtime."

Her entire face flushed scarlet.

Plop!

She pulled back with a pop, coughing, wiping her lips with the back of her hand like she could erase sin with friction.

"You—!!" she screeched. "You... you actually put that... *thing* in my—!"

Her words died on impact, like her dignity.

She stared at him, this arrogant, dark-haired devil she swore she’d never see again. Her nose scrunched at the faint, lingering scent of his skin, salty, faintly masculinw.

Why is he here again?

Anger burned behind her eyes. Confusion. Misery. And somewhere buried underneath it all... shame.

Wang Xiao, utterly unfazed, reached out and flicked her forehead.

Thunk.

"You’ve been skipping duties for days," he said lazily. "Not good, Miss Sisi."

He leaned back slightly, then pointed downward, between his legs, where his thick, length still stood at half-mast, veined and flushed beneath the sheen of skin.

"Now," he added with a smirk. "Back to work."

Zhang Sisi froze.

She looked at him. Then at it.

Then back at him again.

For a whole minute, she didn’t move.

A silence so loud it made the air tremble.

Her round, fair face flushed red somewhere between rage and resignation. Her lips quivered. Her throat worked around a dry swallow.

"Sigh..."

The sound escaped her like surrender wrapped in suffering.

She’d just woken up. She hadn’t even brushed her teeth. And now she was being drafted into oral warfare.

Her fists clenched the sheets.

"You’re the worst man I’ve ever met..." she muttered bitterly. Then louder: "Who let you in? No—how did you even get in?!"

She shot him a glare but faltered when her eyes locked with his. For a split second, something strange flickered in her chest, like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into stars.

It was brief.

But too much.

She looked away immediately.

’What the hell was that...?’

She swallowed, suddenly annoyed at herself for even wondering.

Wang Xiao shrugged.

"Window. Second floor. Unlocked. You’re lucky I didn’t rob you."

Zhang Sisi exhaled, dragging a hand through her tangled hair.

"Fine. What do you want?"

Wang Xiao leaned back, looking irritatingly comfortable, as if the past few minutes of oral hadn’t happened at all. Though the feeling of her lips still ghosted over him, sweet, hot, accidentally obedient.

"I need to get into a jail," he said.

Zhang Sisi blinked.

"...What?"

"Need to find someone. On the inside."

Her brow creased.

"You... want me to help you get into prison?"

He nodded.

"It’s a small task."

She stared, then scoffed. "You’re literally Prince... The Omnipotent Eight Prince. You can go wherever you want. Who the hell is stopping you?"

Wang Xiao gave her a straight face.

"I’m a law-abiding citizen."

She blinked once, twice.

Then slowly, her gaze dropped, to his half-lowered pants. To the very real, very obvious evidence of his earlier crime still hanging between his legs.

She raised an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes.

"Right. A law-abiding citizen who shoves his... thing into sleeping women’s mouths?"

Wang Xiao added, "I didn’t force you to suck."

"I was unconscious!"

He tilted his head, smiling slightly. "And now you’re conscious. Still not complying. Do I need to deduct your pay?"

His tone was ligh, but something beneath it made her skin prickle.

Zhang Sisi’s eyes narrowed.

Was he... joking?

Or was that a real threat hidden behind that smile?

She didn’t want to find out.

Her throat moved with a tight swallow, and her ears burned a violent shade of red. After a long pause, she finally slipped out from under the sheets, cheeks flushed.

The oversized tank top hung low across her chest, the hem barely brushing the waistband of her short, clinging hotpants. Her legs, long, smooth white, still steamy from sleep, slid over the edge of the bed.

Every movement screamed reluctant compliance, but her eyes glared defiance.

Wang Xiao’s gaze traced her figure unapologetically.

Bullying your ex-classmate really does hit different.

As Zhang Sisi’s face neared his lap, a wave of heat rolled off his skin, big, humid, almost aggressive. Her eyes widened when she finally saw it up close.

’That thing... it’s almost as long as my whole face.’

Her lashes trembled, lips parted slightly, then bit down in reflex, turning a deeper, rosier shade.

"Ever done this before?" Wang Xiao asked casually, stroking her cheek with gentleness.

If she didn’t know any better, she might have mistaken him for a gentle man.

She shook her head.

"No."

"Planning to?" he asked,"...With your boyfriend?"

She didn’t answer.

He added, "Don’t girls usually start early these days?"

Her brows twitched.

’Girls?’

’He’s literally my age. We were in the same damn school. How did he become some mythical beast in seven years?’

"Do you even have a boyfriend?" he asked again, more pointed this time.

She sighed, her breath brushing warm across the tip, so close it made his cock twitch. Her lips hovered, then brushed faintly against the head.

Shit. She doesn’t even realize.

"Stop dodging," he said, gripping her ear. She winced slightly.

"It’s just a cover," she muttered through clenched teeth.

"Cover?"

"Yeah..." she whispered, lowering her gaze, in subconscious guilt, ""It helps me stay low-key on campus. If I hadn’t accepted him, there would’ve been too much attention... Also... we haven’t done anything."

Her words trailed off as she shifted.

One hand wrapped carefully around the base of his shaft, warm, soft fingers tightening with faint tremble. Her nose scrunched briefly as she moved closer, lips parting slowly.

Then, her little tongue slipped out, warm and wet, sliding along his crown.

Slippery... smooth... weird.

"Slrp... slrk... slrp..."

She held still a second, then licked again, slower, deeper.

"Mgh... slrp..."

The tip disappeared into her mouth. Her lips curled slightly, forming a gentle pouty seal as her tongue worked shy circles around it.

’I have no idea if this is right...

But I’m doing it.’

She didn’t stop.

Wang Xiao watched from above, until his voice dropped again.

"Then... can I kill him?"

Her whole body twitched.

Eyes widened. She paused, his cock still pressed against her tongue, and she looked up, startled.

For some reason, she saw a vision of a smiling demon hovering above her head.

If she said no...

Slowly, she moved her head, just a little. A faint, shaky nod.

Her answer came out muffled.

"Mmm..."

She didn’t speak again, her mouth stayed full.