Deviant: No Longer Human

"Consider it done!" Anran giggled, winking at him as she gave a playful thumbs-up. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "I knew you had a uniform fetish."

"Anyway, did you find anything?" Wang Xiao shook his head smiling wryly, and asked, steering the conversation back to the matter at hand, his tone becoming more serious.

"Here!" Anran replied, suddenly unbuttoning her red jacket.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, momentarily wondering if she had taken some wrong medicine that morning, and but his curiosity quickly turned to understanding as she carefully retrieved a small button camera and a USB cable from within the lining of her uniform.

With meticulous care, she untied the cable that had been cleverly hidden in her hair, allowing her locks to cascade down, framing her face in a way that made her look even more youthful and carefree.

Wang Xiao couldn\'t help but watch in mild surprise as she transformed right before his eyes—from a confident woman to a playful girl.

He had always known she was beautiful, but moments like this reminded him just how versatile she can be.

Suddenly an uniform fetish didn\'t seem like a bad thing...

Anran quickly plugged one end of the cable into the button camera and the other into the iPad embedded in the seat. Instantly, the screen flickered to life, displaying the photos she had discreetly taken.

"It\'s definitely an imposter!" she declared, her eyes narrowing as she pointed angrily at the screen. "We should hang him upside down and beat him until there isn\'t a hair left on his body!"

But Wang Xiao was less concerned with the imposter on the screen and more intrigued by Anran\'s flawless execution of her role as a flight attendant.

He had watched the entire interaction unfold through his divine senses, but seeing it up close like this made him question everything he thought he knew about her.

Could she really pull off such a convincing act?

Could she really pass as a professional, all the while hiding a camera in her uniform?

The thought was both impressive and slightly unnerving.

As he looked at her now, so close that he could see the mischievous sparkle in her eyes, he couldn\'t help but blink in disbelief.

Not to mention, how had she hidden the camera so effectively?

And what other secrets was she keeping?

A sudden, irrational worry crossed his mind. What if, one day, she decided to take this charade a step further?

What if she suddenly slit his throat in the dead of night, her usual playful smile on her lips? The thought made him shudder.

"Are you sure you weren\'t an undercover assassin in a past life?" he asked, half-joking, but with a touch of genuine concern in his voice.

"Huh—"

Anran froze for a split second, her playful demeanor faltering as if a gust of cold wind had swept over her.

"..."

Whoosh!

She grabbed his collar, her eyes wide and brimming with crocodile tears that appeared in an instant.

"..You forgot again?" she asked dramatically sad.

Wang Xiao blinked, caught off guard.

What was he forgetting?

Was it something significant?

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Anran\'s expression turned from playful to upset, her lower lip trembling as she fought back real tears.

Plop!

"Are spies so forgettable in the plot now...?" she muttered to herself, her shoulders slumping as she sat on her knees on top of him, drawing small circles on his thighs with her finger.

Her petite frame made the scene almost comical, but Wang Xiao couldn\'t help but question.

She was a spy?

Really?

The thought spun in Wang Xiao\'s mind, making him reconsider everything he knew about her.

Indeed, when they first met, she was a spy.

That was no act.

The realization settled into his thoughts like a missing piece of a puzzle, fitting perfectly into the chaotic mosaic.

Still, she did occasionally make him question his sanity...

His thoughts were interrupted by her playful humming as she sat beside him, her fingers still drawing idle patterns on his thigh.

"What should we do with him?" Wang Xiao asked, still amused by her antics.

He pointed to the screen showing the image of the imposter, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.

Today, he was in a good mood, and he was curious to see where her imagination would take them.

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Anran\'s eyes lit up at the question, her mind already racing with possibilities.

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if they were plotting the downfall of an arch-nemesis. "Oh, I have so many ideas," she began, her tone wickedly giggling.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then grinned. "First, we tie him up, nice and tight, and hang him upside down from the highest tree we can find. Leave him there just long enough for the blood to rush to his head... then we bring out the honey. Cover him from head to toe and leave him for the ants."

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, both amused and slightly concerned. "That\'s a bit medieval, don\'t you think?"

Anran shrugged, unfazed. "He deserves it! How dare he try to impersonate you? That\'s a crime against perfection!" She giggled, clearly having way too much fun with her ideas. "Or, we could go more traditional. Strip him down, toss him into a pit with a few friendly snakes...

or scorpions! Maybe both! See how long it takes him to beg for mercy."

Wang Xiao couldn\'t help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it.

Anran\'s smile only widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you\'ve seen nothing yet. How about we dye him pink? Every inch of him, so he can never wash it off. Then drop him in the middle of a crowded market and let everyone take a good look at the pretty little imposter!"

Wang Xiao snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Pink, huh? You really want to make sure he stands out."

"Of course!" Anran nodded enthusiastically. "But that\'s just for fun. If we really want to teach him a lesson, we can take him to that mountain \'you\' hate—the one with all those jagged rocks. Dangle him over the edge by his ankles until he admits what a fool he is."

"Why stop there?" Wang Xiao nodded, leaning back in his seat, enjoying her wild suggestion. "Why not just throw him off and see if he can fly?"

Anran\'s laughter filled the cabin, light and carefree. "Oh, you\'re right! But only after we\'ve broken his legs. And if he survives, we can make him dig his own grave."