Deviant: No Longer Human

"...Ugh... It's my first time... slow down~~!"

In the living room, Wang Xueying bit into a silken soft pillow, her delicate fingers clutching the edge of the table as if it were her last anchor. Her porcelain skin gleamed under his gaze, bare and trembling.

"Mmmghhh..." Behind her, Wang Xiao held Wang Mei close, his mouth trailing over her chest as he positioned his manhood between Xueying's legs, pressing firmly against her entrance.

"Wait, let me prepar—Ugh..." Her protest was cut short as the tip of his manhood pressed into her, slipping deeper into her warmth. Her entrance tightened around him, wet and searing, drawing him further inside before she could fully catch her breath.

A single drop of red touched the marble floor, a final reminder of innocence lost, like a solitary petal drifting in spring.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

"Ahhhhnnnnm~~"

Within half an hour, the living room had transformed into a battlefield of tangled limbs and heavy breaths. Wang Xiao moved them from couch to table, to the kitchen, and finally to the floor, claiming each space.

"Mmmmghhhhhhhh..."

Now on all fours, Xueying's bruised knees bore silent voice to the price of passion, as she came to understand that love wasn't just spiritual; it took its toll on the body too.

Her neck and face glistened with sweat, tendrils of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Beneath her eyes, dark shadows hinted at the exhaustion from their endless pace. Beside her, Wang Mei lay panting, her legs twitching from the aftermath.

Xueying's own legs trembled, unable to help cursing Wang Xiao and moaning at the same time.

"You... you're such a beast!" she gasped, voice laced with both irritation and surrender.

Wang Xiao chuckled lowly. "I thought you'd enjoy it rough, Xueying..."

"Bastard... who said... I would?" she retorted breathlessly, stifling another moan as he pressed deeper.

Next to her, Wang Mei let out a soft sigh, leaning back with a weary smile. "You two... keep it down," she murmured.

"...At least let us catch our breath..." Xueying pleaded, as his fingers sank into her hips once again, his searing heat pressing against her sensitive entrance.

Wang Xiao tightened his grip, pulling her closer. "Not so soon, Xueying. Didn't you say you could last all night?"

"Ahhh... you're..." Xueying's face flushed as she recalled her own words, spoken in the heat of the moment.

Before she could reconsider, she felt him filling her once again, and her lips parted in an unrestrained moan.

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"Fufu~... Do you think they'll ever be done down there~?" Wenxi murmured, face red as a ripe cherry. Below, her father and aunts were tangled together, moving with a pace that echoed through the house like a thunderstorm.

The 'slap-slap' of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, loud and unrestrained.

Pakh! Pakh!

She smacked her own cheeks, trying to cool down, while keeping one hand firmly over little Zhenxi's eyes. "You don't need to see this, little one... One day, maybe... but definitely not today."

"Not a chance they'll stop..." Yue whispered, her face equally flushed. They hadn't intended to listen in, but with the room practically vibrating and the sounds of moans wafting up, ignoring it was as impossible as stopping the tide.

"..."

"..."

Wenxi and Yue exchanged a look of pure, silent suffering.

"You two up there — stop hiding around like thieves and just come down if you're so curious!" Wang Xiao's voice boomed up, tinged with irritation and a bit of a challenge.

"Ah!?"

"Shit!"

They froze, feeling caught, then scrambled back to Wang Xiao's room like startled rabbits, almost tripping over each other in their hurry.

Watching their shadows vanish, Wang Xiao chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Those two had zero understanding of privacy.

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Two hours later, Wang Xiao tossed his sisters into their respective rooms, calling for two attendants to help them clean up, all while directing Eveline to get the living room and the rest of the house tidied up.

It was utter chaos…

Chairs were broken, glass was scattered, and the floor looked like a battlefield.

But within minutes, when Wang Xiao came back downstairs to check, everything was gleaming like new. They had been in a rush, after all—Zhenxi's mother was expected soon to pick her up.

Or rather, it was Chen Meili he was really waiting for. Watching her helpless expression as she looked at the newly pristine room, Wang Xiao couldn't help but admire her glow. Her soft, brown hair cascaded around her, giving her an effortless beauty that hadn't gone unnoticed by him.

Since leaving Zhenxi with her caretaker, he felt a pang of loss. Playing with that little girl had been his daily joy—why take her away?

And he was certain both Wang Mei and Wang Xueying would grumble tomorrow. Neither was particularly keen on any kind of deep, intimate action during the day, much less in the open living room. But knowing Wang Xiao's persistence, they had eventually surrendered.

Now, with the house finally quiet, he stood there, feeling a strange emptiness.

"Hmm... I still have two more…" he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. He suddenly remembered his two daughters were still living with him.

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Back in Imperial Capital!

"Sigh... People here are so damn clueless."

Hei Lian strolled down the crowded streets, a bewildered expression playing on her face as she took in the city's glitzy lights and fancy cars. Everything here screamed "flashy," but all she saw were people wrapped up in their dull little routines.

"Are they all this boring?" she muttered, eyeing the crowds around her like they were some sort of disappointing zoo exhibit. To her, the whole scene was laughably tame, almost… quaint.

Then something caught her eye—a gaudy mix of flashing lights and spinning rides in the distance. "What's that?" she mumbled, perking up. An amusement park. A curious expression spread across her face as she made her way over.

Fast forward an hour, and Hei Lian was letting loose on a roller coaster, laughing and screaming like she'd never seen a thrill ride before. Her dress—a barely-there ensemble that hugged her curves in all the right places—drew more than a few weird stares, but she didn't give a damn.

She was having a blast, and the gawkers could go entertain themselves.

After stumbling off the Ferris wheel, she bumped into something solid.

Rubbing her head, she muttered, "Watch it, asshole—" before trailing off, her brows lifting.

Standing before her was a literal giant, a hulking seven-foot mountain of muscle with his hair tied back and dressed in an ominous black robe. His face was all stern and mysterious, but that wasn't what caught her attention.

No, it was the massive bat behind him—flapping its wings and hovering like a flying fortress.