Deviant: No Longer Human

Frankly, this whole living-among-humans thing was a bit overrated.

But life had its quirks, and one of them was that his soul had a nasty habit of trying to eject itself into the astral realm.

The only way to reduce the times his soul was automatically ejecting itself was to indulge in the very things that should have sent him there faster—smoking, drinking, indulging in the occasional debauchery, even a bit of mayhem on the side.

It was like the universe had decided to play a cosmic joke on him, forcing him to play by rules that made no sense for a Transcendent like him.

"The grandpa Anran mentioned? Allegedly is her biological father," Wang Xiao finally answered, his tone almost nonchalant. "Though she doesn\'t really recognize him. You\'d have to ask her for the full story, I wouldn\'t recommend it unless you\'ve got a lot of time on your hands."

"Mm," Wenxi nodded, though she couldn\'t shake the feeling that they were like characters from a drama series—full of twists, secrets, and plotlines that made her head spin.

It was almost funny how little she actually knew about them, despite living under the same roof.

"The people downstairs… they\'re probably my biological mother and sisters," Wang Xiao added, dropping the information like a casual afterthought.

He couldn\'t help but feel a little strange saying it out loud, like he\'d just revealed the plot twist of a really complicated soap opera.

"Eh?"

Wenxi\'s brain seemed to freeze for a moment, as if it couldn\'t quite compute what she\'d just heard.

Her thoughts collided in a spectacular crash, leaving her wondering if she was secretly living in some bizarre sitcom where nothing made sense but you just had to roll with it.

As she tried to process the latest information, Wang Xiao couldn\'t help but chuckle internally.

If his life were a movie, this would definitely be the part where the audience groaned at how ridiculous things had become.

"Like... the real mother and sisters?" Wenxi repeated, her eyes blinking rapidly, as if the concept needed a moment to fully settle in.

Wang Xiao shrugged casually, "Biological means real, I guess."

Wenxi\'s brow furrowed as she processed this. "What about... the other guy with them? Brother?"

Wang Xiao\'s lips curled into a smirk. "An imposter. Nothing more."

"!"

Her face grew serious, and without another word, she started to slide out from under the quilt, determination radiating from her every move.

"Hm? Where are you going?" Wang Xiao asked, more curious than concerned.

She turned to him, her voice steady and nonchalant. "To kill him."

Wang Xiao resisted the urge to laugh out loud. It wasn\'t cute at all, but then again, they weren\'t exactly kids anymore.

Gone were the days when such declarations could be dismissed as childish.

She was really going to spill some serious blood this time!

With a swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her back under the quilt. "Hold on. Do you really think I won\'t kill him myself?"

Wenxi paused, staring at him with a look that was equal parts suspicion and disbelief.

Wang Xiao met her gaze, raising an eyebrow. "What, you really think I won\'t?"

She shook her head, "Believe."

Then why the look earlier?

Wang Xiao wondered, amused.

He couldn\'t help but chuckle softly. Reaching out, he pinched her soft cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them tightly. "Stop pouting already. Get some sleep. You can meet them tomorrow, but for now, keep quiet about your identity."

Wenxi nodded, her expression softening as she settled back into the bed, though the fire in her eyes hadn\'t quite dimmed.

Silently, she turned away from Wang Xiao, her back facing him as she reached over to switch off the lamp.

The room was instantly swallowed by darkness, thick and dark, like a blanket of tension that pressed down on the world.

But darkness wasn\'t a barrier for Wang Xiao.

His eyes see through it with ease, and when he saw what she was doing, a surge of irritation mixed with desire flared within him.

She thought she was being discreet, but nothing escaped his notice.

From the nightstand, she quietly pulled out a pack of wet wipes, dabbing at her wrist and cheeks as if cleansing herself of him.

Did she really believe that with the lights off, he couldn\'t see her?

The very idea made his blood boil, and yet, it also stirred something deeper, something darker.

The room was now steeped in an intense darkness that magnified every sensation.

In this night, the line between right and wrong blurred dangerously.

The night amplified everything—the heat, the lust, the primal urges that clawed at the surface of control.

And Wang Xiao, despite his usual ironclad restraint, felt that control slipping, inch by inch.

"!?"

Without warning, he reached out and gently lifted her head, sliding his hand beneath it, cradling her as if she were something precious, yet fragile.

But his other hand moved with a different intent, slipping down her body, tracing her waist with deliberate, soft strokes.

His fingers curled around her, pulling her back against him, feeling her warmth seep into him, her soft curves fitting perfectly against the hard lines of his body.

Rustle...

The sound of fabric shifting was the only noise in the otherwise silent room as he pressed her tighter against him.

His breath, hot and heavy, ghosted across the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

He could feel her stiffen, her breathing quickening, the way her body instinctively responded to his touch, despite the resistance she tried to muster.

"Inhale..."

"Inhale..."

In the quiet of the night, his breath became a whisper of temptation, warm and insistent against her skin.

She squirmed slightly, her body betraying her even as her mind tried to pretend to be asleep.

There was no Yue on the other side tonight, no buffer to shield her.

It was just the two of them...

Every touch, every breath was charged with electricity, each movement sending jolts of arousal through her body, her nerves alight with the anticipation of what might come next?