Chapter 53: Lust: The Night of restraint...? (1)

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Chapter 53 of "Deviant: No Longer Human" opens introducing the plot: [A/N: Reminder, Qian Ruixin is an adult character, and not a minor.Explicit content ahead!] . . . . "Plagued by... Continue exploring!

[A/N: Reminder, Qian Ruixin is an adult character, and not a minor.Explicit content ahead!] . . . . "Plagued by an overwhelming sense of loneliness, Wang Xiao found himself trapped in the desolate kitchen. The silence engulfed him as he reluctantly consumed a lonely omelette. What an achievement... Wang Xiao..." He sighed heavily, his body leaning against the cold kitchen counter while mechanically chewing the omelette he had heated up in the microwave. His once vibrant days had abruptly transformed into a barren existence, devoid of joy or purpose. And to deepen the sting, of all people, it was Qian Ruixin who had chosen to stay over. "What's with her weird smile?" he wondered, the food in his mouth serving as temporary distraction from his swirling thoughts. No matter how hard he tried to make sense of it, Qian Ruixin seemed suspicious to him. The ever-present small smile on her face appeared almost surreal, raising his suspicions even further. Unable to escape the fierce grip of his wild imagination, his thoughts ventured into the realm of dark desires. The tormenting thoughts about his entire family did not spare Qian Ruixin. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The only obstacle, however, was the overwhelming distance between them. Wang Xiao couldn't deny the allure of her evergreen beauty, longing to uncover the expressions she would display when he pounds her, would the smile sustain? Or would it fade in the perils of time? "... Why am I so frustrated?" Wang Xiao muttered under his breath, realizing that his mind was treading dangerously into sadistic territories. Quickly finishing the breakfast, he went back to his room, to play some video games and read some pending articles. Wang Xiao wrapped up his breakfast and retreated to his room to indulge in some video games and catch up on pending articles. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to unblock Fu Yuxin to see if she had left any messages for his fake identity. A sly grin appeared on his lips as he discovered a series of curses she had hurled his way before promptly blocking him again. Shaking his head in amusement, he attempted to focus on the content on his computer screen. The day whizzed by, and as the clock neared 9:00 PM, Wang Xiao decided it was time to doze off to sleep. That's when an unexpected knock on the door disrupted his plans. _________ "Is this really necessary?" Wang Xiao mumbled, sprawled out in the middle of the bed. A soft reply came from Qian Ruixin, "Weren't you scared to sleep alone?" Wang Jiarong, silent until then, interjected, "Come on, let's just try to sleep." She turned quiet, her intention evidently focused on trying to sleep as well. As for how he ended up in this situation, Wang Xiao felt like he'd been thrown into heaven prematurely. To his right, Qian Ruixin's fragrant body lay, while to his left was Wang Jiarong. This peculiar arrangement was based on rumors of his fear of sleeping alone, orchestrated by a phone call from Xinyue Zhilan instructing Wang Jiarong to ensure he wasn't alone. In ordinary circumstances, Wang Xiao would be thrilled to be sandwiched between two young ladies, living the dream of every young man. But there was a problem – he couldn't move. A unspoken tension lurked in the room, making him hesitate to make any movements. Any attempt to hug Wang Jiarong would feel like a suicide mission, and Qian Ruixin seemed off-limits and too dangerous to approach. "..." "..." In the dead of night, the minutes slipped away as Wang Xiao stared into the void, his thoughts drifting into the realms of sleep once more. ____ Suddenly, at around 2:00 a.m., Wang Xiao's eyes flickered open. It was the third time that he had been jolted awake, and it left him in a state of insomnia-induced irritation. 'Not again... This is becoming unbearable,' Wang Xiao sighed inwardly. The only sound accompanying his frustration was the steady, rhythmic breathing of Wang Jiarong and Qian Ruixin. As he contemplated leaving his bed to head downstairs, Wang Xiao noticed his right hand felt slightly weighed down. He turned his gaze toward the source of this unexpected sensation, blinking as he tried to make sense of the dim moonlit scene before him. In the pale light, he discovered that Qian Ruixin's head was now resting gently on his right hand, and his left hand rested on her waist. Their skin was separated by only a thin piece of fabric, which had been slightly lifted. The warmth emanating from her skin left him feeling slightly uncomfortable. Wang Xiao studied the situation, a mix of confusion and curiosity filling his mind. He glanced toward Qian Ruixin, who lay next to him, her face serene and oblivious to the ambiguous position they shared in the dark of the night. Wang Xiao's initial surprise slowly waned as he allowed his left hand to venture further. He gently slid it inside her clothing, making direct contact with her skin, and felt the warmth radiating from her body. The sensation felt unusually warm, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. In an attempt to improve their position, he lifted his right hand and tried to gently guide her to turn and face him, hoping for a better view. "Mmmm..." However, Qian Ruixin's response wasn't what he had anticipated. Her lashes fluttered, and instead of turning to face him, she shifted to her other side, drawing herself closer to him. Wang Xiao found himself pressed against her back, his left hand inadvertently brushing against the bra she was wearing. Wang Xiao's body froze, every muscle tense as he abruptly halted his movements. With a quick-thinking reflex, he transformed himself into the stillness of slumber. Silence enveloped the room. Only after he confirmed her continued slumber, a heavy sigh of relief escaped Wang Xiao's lips. Determination etched on his face, he ventured further, his left hand inching closer to explore the contours of her breasts. But what he discovered left him unexpectedly taken aback. 'No bra...?' he whispered to himself, his fingers brushing against a protrusion.

Chapter 53: *Lust: The Night of restraint...?* (1)

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Chapter 53: Lust: The Night of restraint...? (1)