Wang Xiao's focus narrowed on a particularly striking title associated with Asmodeous —
"Demon king of lust? Could it be connected...?" he mused under his breath, the words hanging in the air like a mysterious clue.
Could it be, he pondered, that there was a literal connection, a direct line that tied the essence of Asmodeous to his own situation?
Was it possible that Yin Yue's assessnt held rit, framing Asmodeous as rely a man overwheld by lust, or did the title hold a deeper, more symbolic aning?
The room was heavy with the weight of his thoughts, the silence punctuated only by the quiet tapping of his fingers against the screen of his phone.
Seraphine, still wrapped in her quilt, caught the murmur of his voice, and it was as if a spark had ignited the gunpowder of her emotions.
"Yes! You are the demon king of Lust! The very embodint—!!"
Her words tumbled out in a heated rush, a blend of accusation and bitter realization, however all of it faltered as Wang Xiao turned towards her, his gaze piercing and sharp, causing her to involuntarily shrink back, her voice fading into silence.
"You never seem to learn, do you?" Wang Xiao's voice carried a semblance of a smile, yet his words hinted at sothing more ominous.
Gulp
Seraphine swallowed nervously, a sense of fear and foreboding creeping into her mind.
"Gwakk!"
"Stttopjfkp"
Suddenly, the room was filled with her anguished cries and desperate whimpers as Josephine's head was violently pushed down between his legs, his hardened mber piercing her throat. Her bloodshot eyes welled with tears as he ruthlessly forced himself deeper, eliciting a mix of pain and terror.
"You won't die from it, don't worry," Wang Xiao's twisted grin sent shivers down her spine. "If I were in your place, you would have inflicted far worse upon . Your husband bore witness to it in the afterlife, so don't expect any rcy from ."
"Ugh!"
Seraphine spat, trying to resist, but Wang Xiao was relentless in his determination to teach her a brutal lesson.
After what felt like an eternity, Seraphine's jaw hung slack in disbelief, her disheveled appearance a stark reflection of the tornt she endured. She glared at Wang Xiao with simring resentnt, choosing silence out of fear of further retribution.
"Don't forget to take so contraceptives afterwards," Wang Xiao's casual tone stabbed at her already shattered dignity as he casually ntioned, before putting his phone down and rising to his feet.
Eyes narrowed in anticipation of the end of her suffering, Seraphine let out a brief sigh of relief. However, her hope was shattered as Wang Xiao moved behind her, parting her buttocks with a disturbing familiarity, a scorching rod pressing against her aching entrance.
Her reddened, bruised skin bore the remnants of the punishnt she endured.
"Wait— argh!" Her scream was hoarse and desperate, but her strength failed her as she collapsed, whimpering faintly, before the darkness of unconsciousness consud her.
In that mont, she was certain that death was imminent.
________
On the 18th of September, 2026, the dynamic between Wang Xiao and Seraphine had taken a turn toward an uneasy truce, marked by monts of silence that spoke louder than words.
Wang Xiao, reclined with an air of contentnt, his eyes gently closed as he savored the delicate fragrance that Seraphine carried.
She lay atop him, a contrast to his relaxed state, her eyes wide open and fixed on him, a silent observer caught in a mont of vulnerability and contemplation.
Her inability to walk, a consequence of their encounter, had left her in this compromised position, reliant on him in a way that chafed against her pride and independence.
"..."
Seraphine's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and retorts, each one teetering on the edge of her tongue.
Yet, the mories of the previous day's fallout lood large, a cautionary shadow that stifled her voice, leaving her unusually reticent.
"Why don't you stop clinging and leave my chest?" Wang Xiao's voice cut through the silence, a tease laced with a playful challenge, his eyes twinkling with mirth as they opened to et her gaze.
The provocation, ant to elicit a reaction, only tightened the knot of frustration within Seraphine.
"..."
Her face betrayed her inner turmoil, a visible twitch signaling her annoyance.
If only her legs would carry her, she would have stord away from this infuriating man and his infuriating smugness.
"Haha..." Wang Xiao's laughter, genuine and unguarded, echoed in the room, a sound that, under different circumstances, might have been infectious.
Instead, it served as a reminder of her current plight, fueling her irritation further.
Poof!
In a mont of resignation, her features softened into a pout, and she let out a heavy sigh, the weight of her emotions pressing her face into the warmth of his bare chest.
"Don't let Josephine know this..." she murmured, her voice a blend of weariness and resignation.
His response was imdiate, tinged with a playful reprimand. "Oh, but I thought you mother and daughter were quite close?" Wang Xiao teased, his tone light but probing, as if dancing around the edges of a deeper inquiry.
At this, Seraphine lifted her head, her gaze locking with his, a serious undertone cutting through the montary levity. "I know what you're thinking, but there are so things which shouldn't be revealed for their own good. Whatever you are thinking of doing, it would only get destroyed if you do it."
"—A woman is the worst variable to take care of in a fight," she asserted, her voice firm. In her declaration lay not just a warning but a reflection of her own experiences.
Her plans, ticulously crafted and personally significant, had crumbled, ironically, because of her daughter—the very person for whom she had risked everything.
Wang Xiao noddded silently, his understanding of the situation was clear; he had no interest in getting entangled in unnecessary drama, especially with the ever-present threats looming over him.
Yet, a flicker of curiosity sparked within him as he observed Seraphine's deanor, prompting him to gently lift her chin, forcing her to et his gaze. "Say, have you decided to surrender? Why else would you warn ? Tch, you are the complete opposite of your daughter in expressing yourself," he mused, his observation laced with a blend of intrigue and critique.
"..."
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