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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 assessment held merit, framing Asmodeous as merely a man overwhelmed by lust, or did the title hold a deeper, more symbolic meaning?

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 embodiment—!!"

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 something 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 member 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 me. Your husband bore witness to it in the afterlife, so don\'t expect any mercy from me."

"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 torment she endured. She glared at Wang Xiao with simmering resentment, choosing silence out of fear of further retribution.

"Don\'t forget to take some contraceptives afterwards," Wang Xiao\'s casual tone stabbed at her already shattered dignity as he casually mentioned, 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 punishment 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 consumed her.

In that moment, 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 moments of silence that spoke louder than words.

Wang Xiao, reclined with an air of contentment, 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 moment 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 memories of the previous day\'s fallout loomed 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 meet her gaze.

The provocation, meant 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 stormed 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 moment 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 immediate, 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 momentary levity. "I know what you\'re thinking, but there are some 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, meticulously 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 demeanor, prompting him to gently lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Say, have you decided to surrender? Why else would you warn me? Tch, you are the complete opposite of your daughter in expressing yourself," he mused, his observation laced with a blend of intrigue and critique.

"..."