Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 715: Should’ve Stayed in the Gym!

Gwak... Gwak...

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Sisi was bobbing her head faster, eyes glassy, her breath rushed.

And then, it happened.

"MMGHH!"

He came in her mouth without warning.

She choked, trying to pull back,.but his hand was already pressing her down.

She gagged, coughed, tried to spit it out, but some had already slipped down her throat.

"Tch... Isabella would kill you for that," Wang Xiao muttered.

He leaned back slightly, watching her with faint amusement.

"One woman’s out here trying to bottle this shit in labs... and you can’t even appreciate its value?"

Zhang Sisi looked up, stunned, her lips still wet, face flushed and stained with tears. Her throat moved with a reluctant—

"Gulp."

She swallowed, bitterly.

"W-...Would it increase my strength?"

Wang Xiao blinked, his brows arched. Then, he nodded, slowly.

"Mm. It might."

The resentment in her eyes flickered.

She’d looked moments away from biting him, now she looked... intrigued?

Tears still trembled over her lashes. Her lips were swollen, face red, but now she was suddenly serious.

"Really?"

’Oh no,’ he thought.

She misunderstood.

Spectacularly.

Of course, he wasn’t lying ’technically’. Semen had protein. Calories. Zinc. A few other things your average multivitamin wouldn’t brag about.

So yes, in theory, it could "make her stronger."

Just not in the way she was thinking.

Before he could clarify, she dipped down again, eyes shut, face earnest, as she licked up the remnants still sticking to him.

Slow. Careful, thorough.

"Slrp... slrp..."*

Wang Xiao barely held in his laughter.

She’s treating this like medicine.

And she was.

’This bastard...’ Zhang Sisi thought, licking the base, cheeks still tired and red, but now... determined.

’If I’m swallowing it, I better get something out of it.’

______

Downstairs.

It had been a while since Wang Xiao snuck upstairs to Zhang Sisi’s room.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Old Lady Zhao hummed softly as she prepared dinner. Steam rose from the soup pot, the smell of braised pork filled the house, and the clatter of dishes echoed like a lullaby.

She had no idea.

Her precious daughter, so diligent, so obedient, was currently upstairs preparing to present herself like a warm, freshly steamed bun... legs spread, ready to receive the filling.

"Ai... she’s been sleeping all day," she muttered, stirring the broth with practiced grace.

Just then, the front door clicked open.

In stepped Old Man Zhao, director at a public state corporation, still stubbornly reading a newspaper like it was 1986. He didn’t even take off his shoes before his ears twitched.

Thump!

Squeak... Squeak...

He frowned.

Looked up.

More sounds, rhythmic, and familiar.

Very familiar.

"Hmm?" he grunted. "Did... Xiao Yang bring a girl home?"

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

After all, their adopted daughter, Zhang Sisi, was the poster child for discipline. Top scores, perfect attendance, and quiet as a cat.

No way it was her.

So his only target?

His son.

"Tch. That brat..." he muttered, folding the paper with a sigh. "Can’t keep it in his pants even during exam season."

Unbeknownst to him, the "brat" was at work.

And the girl upstairs?

Not his daughter-in-law.

But his daughter.

He went back to the living hall, sighing.

____

Back in the kitchen, a minute later...

"Mm... just a little more salt," she murmured to herself. "Sisi will need strength if she’s staying up all night studying again..."

Upstairs, the bed continued to creak... loudly.

Again.

And again.

The rhythm was unmistakable.

But not to her.

She smiled.

"So hardworking, even during the break. That child’s practically a model daughter..."

Just then, the front door creaked open.

Old Man Zhao stepped in once more, still holding his newspaper, a scarf wrapped around his neck, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Who’s back?" Lady Zhao called.

"Just me," he grunted, not looking up. "Heard some noises upstairs. Sounded like... exercise."

She chuckled.

"It’s just Sisi. Probably doing squats again. She said something about leg day."

The old man frowned.

"Leg day doesn’t sound like moaning and furniture slapping the wall."

She paused.

"Well... maybe she’s watching a drama?" she offered weakly.

He narrowed his eyes.

"You ever seen a drama where the main character gasps like that every five seconds?"

She didn’t respond.

From upstairs:

"Ahnn—mmph—gulp..."

Both of them froze.

A beat of silence.

Then, the front door opened again.

A tall, broad-shouldered youth, far more imposing than his age suggested, walked in, yawning, with earbuds dangling from his collar.

"Hey, I’m back, why are you two staring at the ceiling?"

Old Man Zhao turned.

"You didn’t bring anyone home with you?"

"What? No."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I came straight from the gym—why?"

Lady Zhao chimed in, voice now slightly sharp.

"Then who’s making all that noise in Sisi’s room?"

Zhao Yang blinked. Then frowned.

"Wait... Sisi’s home?"

"She never left," his mother said. "She’s been upstairs all day."

They all turned and looked up.

The silence was heavy.

Then came a soft, distinct, "Ahnn..."

Zhao Yang’s mouth fell open.

"What the—?!"

Old Man Zhao, face dark, rolled up the newspaper like a makeshift weapon.

"Zhao Yang. Go. Check."

"Why me?!"

"You’re the only one here who won’t commit murder if it’s what I think it is."

"What do you think it is?!"

Lady Zhao grabbed a spatula, ready for blood.

"If anyone’s defiling my precious daughter, I swear—"

"GO!"

"Okay, okay—I’m going!" Zhao Yang snapped back, lifting his hands in surrender. "But stop yelling like I’m the one with someone in bed!"

The old couple glared at him in perfect, silent suspicion.

Damn, they really think I’d do that? In my own house?

With a long, defeated sigh, Zhao Yang turned toward the stairs.

Each step creaked under his weight as he climbed, dragging his tall, gym-bulked body upward like a man approaching execution. Something heavy settled in his gut.

’Why do I feel like I’m not going to like what I see...?’

The hallway was quiet.

Too quiet.

And then he reached the door.

Zhang Sisi’s door.

That was when he heard it, louder.

"Nngh.. mmph... ahn..."

He froze.

Eyes wide.

Face pale.

The sounds got clearer, faster, faster.

"Sisi?" he called out, voice trembling slightly.

He raised a knuckle. Knocked.

Tap tap.

Inside, chaos.

A crash, shuffling, muffled yelp, panic, and fabric rustling.

Then.... Silence.

Not the kind of silence that reassures you.

The kind that makes your spine crawl.

Zhao Yang stared at the door like it might explode.

"Sisi... you good in there?"

No answer.

His hand hovered over the doorknob.

Please be yoga... please be squats... please be—

The knob turned slightly on its own.

He blinked.

And waited.

Creak...

"Sisi—"

Zhao Yang’s voice caught in his throat.

The door had opened, but it wasn’t his beautiful, innocent, tea-making little sister on the other side.

It was a man.

A man who looked like he’d just walked off a battlefield. Hair a little messy, eyes sharp, aura oppressive.

Worse—he was smiling.

Zhao Yang’s expression twisted.

"What are you doing... in her room?" he asked, jaw tight.

The man blinked.

"Oh. It’s you."

Recognition lit in Wang Xiao’s gaze like a storm igniting.

He remembered this guy, back in middle school, a second-rate schoolyard bully who got flattened like a pancake. Later, possessed by a hell spirit. Then reappeared on the battlefield at Frostholm.

Fought for Gabriel.

Then betrayed him.

Typical.

Zhao Yang, for his part, stared back, face blank, still processing.

What is he doing here...? In my sister’s room...?

Before he could ask, Wang Xiao spoke again.

"Remember what I said last time?"

Zhao Yang blinked.

"...Huh?"

His massive frame tilted slightly, confused. Despite being broader and taller, he looked more like a lost puppy than a threat.

Wang Xiao’s smile widened, he leaned forward.

"That. If. I. Found. You. Again. I. Would. Kill. You."

Zhao Yang’s eyes widened.

Oh.

Right.

He... did say that.

"Wait, hold on—"

SPLASH!

He didn’t even get to finish.

In a single breath, his entire body shattered, disintegrated into glowing ash and red mist. The hallway wall behind him splattered deep crimson, not even a scream remained.

Just silence.

And a faint metallic tang of blood in the air.

Wang Xiao stepped out calmly, brushing invisible dust from his shoulder.

"Should’ve stayed in the gym."