Deviant: No Longer Human

Inside the Wang family villa, the morning was stirring in its usual quiet chaos.

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Wang Mei had darted off to university, Wang Xueying was off to work, leaving the place in the "capable" hands of Wenxi and Yue—the queens of so-called "accidental" chaos.

Wenxi, the little cotton ball, was still snuggled deep in blankets, dead to the world. But Yue was already up and had claimed Wang Xiao's private bathroom as her morning sanctuary.

Hissss...

In the bathroom, steam curled thickly around her as she stood under the shower. Hot water beat down, fogging up the glass and wrapping her like a warm cocoon.

Droplets ran over her, slow as honey, tracing every curve—slipping along her smooth shoulders, rolling down to the soft, rounded mounds on her chest, where two pink cherries tightened from the heat.

Drip… drip… Little droplets trailed from her collarbone, winding over the subtle curve of her waist and down her thighs, vanishing at her ankles.

Her blonde hair stuck to her back in damp strands, framing her cheeks as she tilted her face into the stream, eyes closed, lips parting with a faint sigh.

Running her fingers through her wet hair, she pushed it back, water trickling down her neck and along the hollow of her throat before disappearing over her skin.

"Ha...."

A soft gasp escaped as a cool draft brushed up her legs, teasing her thighs and pulling a slight shiver from her.

Splash…

Yue let her eyes drift shut, savoring the hot cascade, steam thickening around her, wrapping her like a warm, heavy blanket. The water poured over every inch of bare skin as her mind replayed the memory of last night—Wang Xiao barging into her room, his hands tracing places that left her heart racing.

"Mmm…" She pressed her lips together, catching herself with a sigh as water slipped over them.

This was the one time she was free from surveillance.

Mary had strict orders not to peek during moments like these, to keep them "comfortable." Naturally, Yue and Wenxi had discovered and exploited that loophole to the fullest.

But it was a loophole Wang Xiao would one day regret.

Her hand drifted toward her phone, fingers dialing the familiar number with a sneaky glance over her shoulder, even though she knew she was alone.

She bit her lip, the little ring tone buzzing in her ear, anticipation building.

"Hm?"

The call picked up, but no voice answered. She frowned, checking the screen.

"Something wrong?"

"Yea…" Yue muttered instinctively, still fiddling with the phone, unaware of the shadow now cast over her.

"!"

When she finally looked up, her heart stopped. Wang Xiao stood there, half-drenched by the water from the shower, his eyes fixed on her.

She froze, breath caught in her throat, the heat of the moment evaporating fast.

Hearing about her actions from Anran was one thing; seeing them firsthand was another. His face held something she hadn't seen before—a mix of shock, disappointment, and anger that flickered in his eyes.

This girl… Did she know no fear?

He had never wanted to frighten them, to impose his power like that. But at this moment, he regretted that restraint.

"Yue," he said, his voice low and cold.

"Dad..." She opened her mouth, but no words came.

SLAP!

Yue flinched, startled, as if all the blood drained from her face in an instant, her eyes wide with the shock of being caught.

It was like she'd been caught red-handed doing something bad.

She tried to hurriedly hide the phone behind her, but his large hand moved faster, striking her cheek, leaving a sharp, burning red mark.

"…"

"…"

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Hiss!

"Don't…" Anran's hand shot out, seizing Mary's wrist as she instinctively lunged forward, her eyes widening at the sight of Wang Xiao's hand striking Yue.

Mary, who had practically raised his daughters, felt a surge of anger boiling in her gut, torn between fierce loyalty and protective instinct.

Anran's tense expression served as a silent command—they were here to watch, nothing more.

"…"

Anran hadn't expected things to go like this. Every passing moment felt like a coil tightening—a spectacle of Yue standing there with that phone, flaunting every ounce of freedom Wang Xiao had grudgingly given her.

Wang Xiao had warned Mary not to look during moments like this, out of respect, out of trust.

But Yue had taken that trust and twisted it into something ugly, something he had never intended.

Near Yue, Wang Xiao extended his hand, voice like ice. "Give it to me." He didn't need to explain.

Yue clutched the phone behind her back, swallowing hard, her face ghostly pale.

"..."

She moved slowly, trembling, her gaze fixed downward as she extended the phone toward him, fear flickering in her downcast eyes.

Her feet shifted anxiously, and a raw sting burned in her chest—she couldn't piece together how it had all spiraled so fast, why he was here, and why it felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her.

Snatch!

Wang Xiao tore the phone from her hand, his gaze narrowing as he checked the screen. His old number glared back at him, and he frowned. Without a word, he dialed it, each ring punctuating the tense silence.

Ring… Ring…

When the line connected, Wang Xiao felt his pulse hitch for reasons he couldn't explain. But as a 'very' familiar voice resonated through the phone, his expression twisted as if he'd tasted something foul.

"You..."

He looked at Yue, her face turned down, showing only the back of her head, shoulders shaking as silent tears streamed down, pooling at her bare feet.

Wang Xiao's gaze hardened, a conflicted expression in his eyes. Words failed him—he wasn't even sure if there was anything left worth saying.

Crack…

The phone splintered in his grip.

"Come with me." His voice was low as he seized her hand, wrapping her in a towel before pulling her along.

Yue didn't look up, didn't try to keep pace, letting herself be dragged, half in a daze.

"Hey, what's going on?" Anran's voice was sharp with alarm as she rushed over, blocking his path. "It can't be that bad… right?" Her gaze flickered between Yue's tear-streaked face and Wang Xiao's thunderous expression, her own concern growing.

"Mom? Mary?"

Yue looked up, startled to find Anran and Mary both watching. Realization hit—she'd been exposed, and they'd seen everything.

"It's none of your concern," Wang Xiao replied, his grip firm. "Dial that number yourself and see." With a final, grim glance, he flung the cracked phone toward them before pulling Yue along, his steps brisk.

Whoosh!

"What the—?" Anran stood frozen as he disappeared around the corner, while Mary, frowning, picked up the cracked phone and dialed his old number.

Beep!

The line connected, and Mary's eyes went wide, mirroring Wang Xiao's shock from moments before.

"What—" She bolted upright, visibly shaken.

"Let me hear it!" Anran grabbed the phone, pressing it to her ear.

The moment she heard the familiar voice on the line, her face went conflicted as well. "It's… his voice…."

"…"

"…"

Both Mary and Anran shared a bewildered look, caught in the same cold, strange realization.

It was—Wang Xiao's own voice, echoing back from the past on the other end of the voicemail.

They understood now, and the shock that had shaken Wang Xiao hit them just as hard.

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Xianthera!

Right beneath the Board of Studies—a sleek, futuristic dome that housed Xianthera's only institution of "higher learning"—lay a hidden basement that had once been Amelia's lab.

But it was hard to imagine now.

The whole place was dimly lit, spotless, and filled with a plush bed draped in curtains, like someone actually 'lived' down here.

A subtle, sweet fragrance filled the air, covering through any hint of stale basement smell.

And that someone was Yanyan, Amelia's daughter, seated in front of a mirror with a knowing smile, adjusting the thin strap of her barely-there top.

Her back was all you'd need to know she had every curve in place—a perfect hourglass with hips that could turn heads twice over.

Pale, smooth skin stretched down her back like she hadn't seen the sun in a decade, and dark hair spilled over her bare shoulders, shadowing her in just the right spots.

She was the kind of beauty that didn't need more than a glance to make anyone's head spin.

She glanced at the mirror, catching sight of movement behind her, and raised her hand, a smile already on her lips. "Oh, hi, Daddy!"

But her greeting didn't even register.

Whoosh!

Wang Xiao stormed past her, gripping Yue's hand with that 'don't mess with me' look, barely sparing Lanlan a glance. "Go outside and keep watch," he ordered coldly.

"Eh? Wait… Daddy?" Yanyan yelped, a bit stunned.

'Was he actually here?' She couldn't remember the last time he'd shown up in her space — personally!

But that no-nonsense tone was all the confirmation she needed—it was really him.

There wasn't a man on this side of heaven who could ignore her charms quite like him.

She didn't even recognize Yue—or, more like, didn't care enough to. With a sly smile, she slipped out to guard the door, not because he'd told her to, but because this time… he wasn't slipping away so easily.