Deviant: No Longer Human

The room was occupied by Wang Xiao, positioned directly above the 26th-floor rooms assigned to Xinyue Zhilan and others.

The 26th floor, a realm of luxury, housed the other guests who had sensed an air of unease but dismissed it as an oddity related to the company\'s inaugural event under new ownership.

Everyone, it seemed, considered themselves fortunate.

Except for Wang Xiao, who sat on the edge of the grand bed in the presidential suite, his ears straining to detect any sounds from the floor below, especially from his imposter\'s room.

"The body structure is not human at all..." Despite his supernatural hearing yielding little, activating his divine sense unveiled the full extent of the imposter\'s unnatural physique.

"A new species?" Wang Xiao\'s eyes narrowed in surprise.

The world was growing increasingly mysterious.

He swiftly scanned the premises for more of this new species.

His search on the 26th floor proved fruitless, a small relief indicating only one imposter was present.

But driven by curiosity, he extended his investigation across the city, a grim frown forming on his face.

"That\'s... far too many!"

He detected over a hundred of them, signaling a dire need for widespread containment.

"If the news of this leaks, it would cause mass panic..." Wang Xiao\'s lips curled into a wry smile.

He wondered about the man who lay beside his wife, a monster in disguise.

Surely, that would make headlines?

Shaking off the thought, he retracted his divine senses.

Yet, as he did, his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the bathroom in his suite.

"Cough..." He cut off the divine sense abruptly and feigned interest in his phone, scanning for updates on the Qing Dynasty.

"Warriors vs. mages... Huh..." The headline blazed across his screen, seizing his immediate attention.

Fifteen minutes later...

Click!

The bathroom door creaked open, drawing Wang Xiao\'s gaze like a moth to flame.

"Um, how is it?" A soft, trembling, yet slightly shy voice greeted him, and his eyes were immediately captivated by a pair of crystalline orbs, shimmering with bit of nervousness and shyness, as if hiding an unspoken longing.

Her cheeks, tinged with a delicate blush, radiated an intense charm, the soft pink hue standing out like the first bloom of spring against the porcelain smoothness of her skin.

It was as if the bath had washed away all the day\'s impurities, leaving her with an ethereal glow, like moonlight gently caressing the surface of a still lake.

Wenxi\'s delicate fingers hesitated on the door handle, her grip soft and unsure, betraying a mix of innocence and restrained desire.

She stood there, a vision of pure temptation, her silken white hair cascading around her enchanting face, framing it like a masterpiece on display.

Her slender shoulders and arms were wrapped in a soft, light pink full-sleeve cotton top that clung to her curves, teasingly hinting at the softness beneath.

Matching pajama pants clung to her hips, the fabric outlining the gentle lines of her long and slender legs, offering just enough to ignite the imagination.

Her skin, as flawless and milky as the finest jade, glistened with a delicate sheen from the steamy bath, making her seem almost otherworldly.

Wang Xiao found himself unexpectedly charmed by her \'mysophobia,\' realizing it was not such a bad thing at all.

As she moved toward him, her bare feet tapped softly against the floor, the gentle rhythm echoing in the quiet room.

With each step, a wave of fresh, flowery fragrance drifted toward Wang Xiao, enveloping him in her sweet, intoxicating scent.

It was a fragrance that stirred his senses, teasing him with its delicate waves.

"Your sister and mom haven\'t come yet?" he asked, his voice tinged with an edge of unease.

Wenxi halted in her tracks, her long, delicate lashes fluttering as she shook her head.

"They won\'t come tonight," she replied, her voice soft but with a sweet tone that made Wang Xiao\'s pulse quicken.

"Oh," he muttered, as a dangerous idea began to unfurl in his mind, a thought so tempting to awaken the devils in his mind.

Wenxi\'s gaze wandered the room, her slender neck turning as her eyes searched for something.

Finally, she spotted her phone on the nightstand and picked it up.

Without a word, she switched off the overhead lights, plunging the room into darkness, save for the warm, gentle glow of the lampshade she turned on.

The soft light bathed the room in a golden hue, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

Rustle...

With a quiet rustle, she lifted the quilt and slipped beneath it, her soft, warm body nestling close to him.

The sensation of her heat, the delicate brush of her cotton pajamas against his skin, sent a thrill through Wang Xiao.

Both pillows were pressed together, their faces close, sharing the same breath.

He was accustomed to sleeping like this, the closeness, the warmth, the intoxicating fragrance of her presence.

But tonight, the familiarity did nothing to ease the tension building within him.

Wenxi, seemingly cold and restrained in her demeanor, was actually quite clingy, a trait she shared with her sister.

It had become a habit—no, an addiction—that they couldn\'t sleep without him.

And so, night after night, they would come to him, seeking comfort, seeking closeness, a routine that had woven itself into their lives.

As she lay beside him, her soft fingers tapping against the phone screen, Wang Xiao found himself tempted.

Not because he was evil, at least not in the way others, like Eveline, tried to portray him.

But any man, even a saint, would struggle to resist the pull of two grown girls, blossoming into their womanhood, slipping into bed with him each night.

The world seemed to be forcing him into a role he hadn\'t sought but couldn\'t entirely reject either.

Each night, as those two soft bodies pressed against him, an internal war raged within his mind, a battle between restraint and desire.

Even the strongest of cages would eventually crack under pressure, and Wang Xiao couldn\'t help but wonder how he\'d managed to hold out for so long without losing his mind—or his self-control.

"Dad?" Wenxi\'s soft voice interrupted his thoughts, her face turning toward him with a look that made him sit up a little straighter.

"Huh?" Wang Xiao blinked, taken off guard, as he turned to meet her gaze.

The soft yellow glow of the lamp highlighted her features, giving her an beautiful fairy look, but her expression was all business.

"Who are the people downstairs? And who\'s this grandpa Mom keeps mentioning?" she asked, her tone serious.

Her eyes seemed to pierce through him, as if she was trying to solve the tangled web of secrets that surrounded their family.

Wenxi paused for a moment, clearly debating whether to push further.

Deep down, she wanted to ask about the man who shared her father\'s name and face—the mysterious figure that seemed to cast a shadow over their lives.

But she knew better.

If he didn\'t want to spill the beans, trying to pry the truth out of him would be like trying to squeeze water from a stone.