Deviant: No Longer Human

Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!

In the bright office chamber, the sunlight glowed warmly, the table centrally positioned to command a view of the entrance.

A glass wall stood proudly behind the presidential chair, with additional seats arrayed for guests.

Off to one side, a plush couch rested under the soft light.

The luxury was enchanced by a collection of exquisite paintings that adorned the right wall.

Yet, inbetween this serenity, a disturbing clamor echoed—a sound of flesh striking flesh, mingled with a heavy breathing, pungent aroma.

Pak!

The stately table trembled under the weight of a tragic figure.

Atop its polished surface lay a woman of ethereal beauty, her eyes brimming with unspoken grievances and her lips slightly parted in silent suffering, the subtle trickle of blood bearing witness to screams.

Her face, framed by finely arched eyebrows, radiated an allure reminiscent of mist-shrouded peach blossoms after a spring rain.

Her spectacles lay abandoned to one side, as her unclothed body pressed against the cold table, displayed the porcelain whiteness of her skin.

The delicate curves of her body, contrasted against the hard surface, painted a picture of captivating distress.

"Ahhhnn..." Her moans broke the eerie silence just as the door swung open, her ample form subtly shaking, in the intensy pounding from behind.

"Oh, godddd....ahhhh?" she whispered, half to herself, her voice a blend of despair and lost carnal pleasure.

"CEO!"

"Help me—mmmghh," she murmured, her thoughts adrift in a sea of confusion and sorrow.

Her faint cries for help, like the distant call of a lone phoenix, echoed softly in the vastness of her golden cage.

The events paused momentarily, only to plunge deeper, eliciting a sharp, quivering gasp from her as she endured the overwhelming sensations.

Thud!

In a heartrending moment, her form collapsed to the pristine, white-tiled floor, a sacred essence trickling forth, marking her thighs with its beautiful stain.

"C-E-O?"

Wang Xiao's eyes flickered as his gaze fell upon the doorway, where two women stood, their expressions frozen in shock.

A soft tremor seemed to ripple through the air...

Both women blushed deeply, their cheeks glowing like petals kissed by the morning sun, trembling under his intense gaze.

"Dad?"

Yue, the younger of the two, was momentarily stunned.

A delicate smile, as fleeting as a butterfly's wings, graced her lips as she beheld the tall, naked man before her.

But realization quickly set in, and she gave a small shake of her head, stepping towards him with the hesitant grace of a deer approaching a calm stream.

"Huh?"

At that instant, Charlotte, the elder woman, crumpled to the floor, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at the man with wide, disbelieving eyes.

This was the CEO's father?

'What in the hell is happening?'

Today was supposed to be her first day reporting for duty, yet she found herself faced with a stranger who was apparently the CEO's father, who forced her on the very first day!

"Umm... could you please put on some clothes first?"

Yue initially approached with a gentle smile, but she froze a step away from Wang Xiao, her delicate hand extended in mid-air, hesitant to touch him.

Her words reminded him of his current state. Glancing down, he noticed his "little brother" boldly greeting the world.

A twitch of irritation crossed his face before he calmly waved his hand, summoning a white robe that draped over him, concealing his entire form.

"Good," he muttered, a hint of relief in his voice.

The redness in Yue's cheeks gradually faded as she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace, completely ignoring the other woman, who still lay stunned on the ground.

As Yue nestled into Wang Xiao's embrace, the latter felt a twinge of sweetness into his nose.

Yet the same can't be said for the fallen woman, Charlotte, who began to stir and tremble with rage.

With trembling legs, she forced herself upright, her face a mix of shock and seething rage.

Her movements were unsteady, awkward, like a newborn deer struggling to find its footing, yet the fire in her eyes burned fiercely.

Hiss!

Desperation clawed at her as she reached for a nearby curtain, yanking it down with a sharp tear to shield her exposed body.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her flushed face heavy with humiliation and fury.

"You—you bastards!" she screeched, her voice quivering with both anger and the sting of her numb limbs.

Her awkward, half-limping steps only added to her fury. "I'll have both of you locked up! Do you think you can get away with this? I'll see your entire company burn to the ground!"

Yue's face remained calm and serene as she took a step forward, her voice gentle yet firm. "Please, Charlotte, let's not escalate this. It's not what it seems. If you'd just—"

But Charlotte cut her off with a venomous hiss. "You disgusting piece of shit!" she spat at Wang Xiao, then turned her scornful gaze back to Yue. "You spineless slut! Letting him do whatever he pleases, like you're some kind of whore!"

Yue's eyes softened, and she tried again, reaching out a hand. "Charlotte, I understand you're upset, but if you would just listen—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Charlotte's voice rose to a shriek, raw with fury. "I don't want to hear a single word from either of you! I'll have your sorry asses dragged through the courts before the day's over, and I'll laugh as I watch your empire fall!"

Her legs nearly buckled beneath her as she snatched her glasses from the table, the curtain clutched desperately around her shivering form.

Her walk was erratic, her steps exaggerated as if the ground beneath her had turned to hot coals.

Without another word, she stumbled out of the room, her voice echoing through the halls with unrelenting venom.

The commotion in the hallway outside the CEO's room was impossible to ignore.

As Charlotte burst through the door, still clutching the curtain around her and half-tripping over her own feet, the entire office seemed to freeze.

The usual hum of work ground to a halt, replaced by hushed whispers and startled gasps.

Employees exchanged confused and nervous glances, unsure of what to make of the sight before them.

Papers fluttered to the ground, phones hung forgotten in mid-conversation, and all eyes were on the disheveled woman making her chaotic exit.

Charlotte's face was a mask of fury, flushed and contorted with rage, as she staggered down the corridor, shouting obscenities that reverberated off the walls.

"Bastards! You think you're untouchable? I'll ruin you! I'll ruin all of you!"

Her voice, shrill and full of venom, cut through the silence like a knife.

Those who had not yet witnessed the spectacle peeked over their cubicles or craned their necks to catch a glimpse, their curiosity piqued by the bizarre scene before them.

Just as Charlotte's tirade reached a fever pitch, a door at the end of the hallway creaked open.

A woman in her mid-thirties, sharply dressed in a tailored suit with her hair neatly tied back, cautiously poked her head out.