Deviant: No Longer Human

The bike halted gracefully before a sprawling mansion, perched atop an isolated mountain peak.

This modern abode, complete with a crystalline pool, glistened with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.

It served as the temporary home for Wang Xiao and his daughters during their stay in the Netherlands.

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air as Wenxi, with the elegance of a celestial being, gathered her long tresses into a lofty bun atop her head.

Her voice, soft yet clear, "I would go and take a bath."

Her eyes lowered to her dress, now thoroughly soaked.

The fabric, pale and ethereal, clung embarrassingly to her form, revealing the white straps beneath in an unintended display of innocence.

"Get out of my sight before I kick your ass away," Wang Xiao declared, his gaze sharp yet weary.

Perceiving her thoughts to be exposed, Wenxi, with a playful giggle, hastened her retreat, her departure causing Wang Xiao to shake his head in mild exasperation outside, reminiscing of the fleeting fragrance.

"This girl..."

Her thoughts were simple: to wash away the lingering touch of his upon her waist and hands.

How had such a habbit for cleanliness blossomed within her?

Now, the mere brush of his hand stirred fears of inciting her mysophobia, a condition as absurd as it was mystifying.

With a heavy sigh, Wang Xiao leaned back against the bike seat. In a moment of profound solitude, he disregarded the sweeping trees around him, lowered his trousers, and allowed the mountain breeze to cool his little brother.

Lighting a cigarette, he sought a moment's peace in the simple act, his thoughts adrift in the smoke spirals, until—

"Come and blow me."

His command, sharp and sudden, dispersed into the ether, directed at Eveline, who always followed him like a shadow.

"Eh?"

'Fuck.... Not her!' Wang Xiao's face darkened; he inwardly uttered an oath, his eyes shifting mechanically to his right.

"..."

Wenxi now stood there, wide eyes, her bare feet gracing the ground.

Her delicate feet, like lotus blooms untouched by mud, inadvertently reminded Wang Xiao of an old memory before he realized that she had already misunderstood the situation.

"Would you believe me if I said it wasn't meant for you?" he inquired, his voice laced with an unspoken plea.

"Um..." Wenxi's cheeks flamed with color as she shook her head, quickly averting her gaze to embrace the lush forest and vibrant greenery around her.

She had returned merely to inform him that she was warming water for him as well, but alas, such details now seemed trivial.

Swoosh!

In the next instant, her bare feet pattered against the cool tiles as she made a swift retreat from the embarrassing scene, softly muttering curses that fluttered away with the breeze.

'Bah... To utter such a request so abruptly, in such an open space? Has he lost his mind?' Wenxi pouted, her disbelief evident in the gentle furrow of her brow.

Even though she knew it must be as he said, likely intended for Mary or Eveline, the shadow of doubt lingered persistenty.

'Did dad and Mary have some secret relationship?' As her cheeks bloomed with a deeper red and fleeting images danced through her mind, she wondered if their nanny, Mary, and Wang Xiao harbored some improper relationship as well.

Indeed, not only Wenxi, but Anran and Yue also harbored their doubts.

They had never witnessed Mary in such a role with him, yet they had conferred upon her this dubious 'honor' without a second thought.

If Wang Xiao were aware of their thoughts, he wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.

For once— he really was innocent and had never done anything with Mary.

"Pfft..."

Eveline glided toward Wang Xiao, a rare laugh blossoming at the corner of her lips, enhancing her mysterious charm.

Whoosh!

A shadow crossed Wang Xiao's face, his expression turning stormy.

In a swift motion, he clasped her head and firmly pressed her face between his legs.

"Gwuag!"

Shock widened Eveline's eyes, a mix of confusion and surprise flickering within them, as Wang Xiao drew a deep breath.

What was happening to him?

He shook his head, attempting to dispel the intrusive thoughts that clouded his mind.

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August 18th, 2031!

Pudong, Shanghai.

Inside the Wang Family Abode.

It was dinner time, and although the table was adorned with an array of gourmet dishes, the room felt oddly vacant, with only two chairs occupied.

From the kitchen emerged a mature woman whose beauty radiated even in the simplicity of her attire.

She wore a silk blouse beneath a stylish apron, which clung to her slender figure, highlighting the grace of her form.

Her dark black hair, like a cascade of midnight, framed her face in soft waves, enhancing the charm of her sparkling eyes that held both warmth and authority.

"Jiarong, did you check the flight tickets?" she asked, her voice as smooth as flowing water, yet carrying the firmness of a mother's command.

At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs.

"Mom, how do I look?" A vision of youthful beauty appeared, descending the stairs with a grace that seemed almost ethereal.

A beautiful girl, in her early twenties, wore a light blue off-the-shoulder cocktail dress that clung to her figure, the fabric shimmering like the surface of a tranquil lake.

The delicate embroidery on her dress caught the light, enhancing her natural elegance.

The hem of the dress ended just above her knees, revealing her long, shapely legs, and her high heels clicked softly on the polished floor.

Her dark hair, styled in loose, flowing waves, cascaded over one shoulder, adding to her beautiful presence.

Xinyue Zhilan's gaze softened with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Xueying, can't you wear something less revealing? I just checked the weather in Frostgard—it's snowing. You'll freeze in that," she reminded gently, shaking her head with a wry smile.

She untied her apron, revealing the soft flesh of her waist beneath her blouse, and moved toward the dining table with a fluid grace, though her movements hinted at the weariness of the day.

"Okay," Wang Xueying sighed, nodding before spinning on her heel and gliding back upstairs, her dress swishing softly around her legs like a gentle breeze.

"Wait!" Xinyue Zhilan called out.

Wang Xueying paused, turning back with a curious look in her shimmering eyes. "What is it?"

"Help your brother pack his things as well," Xinyue Zhilan instructed, her voice laced with a subtle seriousness.

"But Mom, I'm busy—" Wang Xueying began, her expression darkening in frustration.

She bit her lip, her gaze drifting to the two figures seated at the dining table.

One was a young woman of eighteen, her beauty understated yet undeniable.

Wang Mei, with her long, lustrous black hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall, sat quietly, her delicate features serene as she ate.

Her movements were precise and graceful, reflecting an inner calm that didn't quite match her youth.

The other figure was a young man, tall and quiet, with an aura that commanded attention even in his silence.

His long black hair flowed past his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

His eyes, a deep crimson, seemed to glow with an inner fire, yet his expression was distant, almost detached.