Deviant: No Longer Human

Aurora's face flushed, but she didn't take it back.

Because she wasn't wrong.

Among these immortals, 'willingness' was a flexible concept.

If he dominated them, if he pinned them down, if he made them submit—

They would worship him for it.

Wang Xiao knew this.

Hell, he had every intention of taming Athene like the proud, arrogant little bitch she was.

The problem?

He never found her real body.

Still, the way Aurora moaned softly as his hand trailed between her thighs—

Fuck, this woman was dangerous.

Aurora bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. But when his fingers brushed her inner thigh, she rushed out her next words.

"Yuriko!"

Wang Xiao paused.

Aurora gripped his wrist, trying to slow him down. "That girl I told you about—she isn't the same anymore. Remember? It's her 999th reincarnation."

He raised a brow.

"Go on."

Aurora swallowed hard, cursing how shameless he was. "For some reason, she didn't progress like the rest of us. She chose this path instead. This reincarnation doesn't want to lose herself. The 1000th cycle will erase her completely. She said it's a threat to you too. If the cycle completes, you might not like what comes out of it. She wants to negotiate with you."

Wang Xiao's grip tightened.

Oh?

Now that was interesting.

So Yuriko already knew the ceiling limit of Transcendents in this world.

A woman who understood that?

She knew more than the rest.

He motioned Aurora to continue.

"Naomi is with your mother at the moment." Aurora licked her lips, recovering from his touch. "She's simple. People who are good to her are 'good.' People who wrong her are 'bad.'"

She grinned. "She even said you're a good person. I was amazed, you know—"

Wang Xiao shut her up with a kiss.

Not because he was moved.

Because if he let her keep talking, she'd run her mouth for hours.

Him? A good person?

Was it really that shocking?!

Still, he wasn't sure why Naomi had that impression of him. They barely interacted.

Then, something clicked.

Oh…

She had been cursed, unable to speak.

He had removed it.

A simple gift.

And yet, in her mind, that act was enough to make him 'good.'

Aurora scoffed, rolling her hips slightly in his lap. "Still, you should sleep with her. That way, she'll be more devoted. She'll have something to lose."

Wang Xiao arched a brow. "So your grand plan is to toss all your own people into my bed?"

Aurora blinked innocently. "Obviously. You promised, remember? As long as you don't kill them after becoming stronger, I'd make sure we all end up in the same bed for you!"

"..."

This damn woman.

She fell into the abyss, and now she wanted to drag everyone else down with her.

If he followed her plan, let alone the others—

Even Athene would help him seduce the rest.

After all, she already lost.

Why should the rest get to be happy?

That's how the world works.

People want you to succeed—just not more than them.

Aurora's eyes glinted. "Also… I have something else to tell you."

Her voice was serious now.

Wang Xiao frowned slightly. "Speak."

Aurora exhaled. "I checked on your daughter, Zhenxi."

His expression darkened.

Zhenxi.

That girl was currently staying with those dragon cubs of Aura.

Aurora hesitated for a split second, then dropped the bomb.

"She's not Fu Yuxin's daughter."

"Huh?"

This time, Wang Xiao was genuinely caught off guard. "Impossible. I checked—"

"No, no." Aurora shook her head quickly. "She is your daughter. But Fu Yuxin isn't her mother."

"..."

Wang Xiao's face blanked out.

That…

That was something he hadn't considered.

As long as she was his daughter, that was all that mattered.

But now?

Now, it seemed there was another possibility.

"Do you know who the mother is?" He asked.

Aurora shook her head. "I didn't dig too deep. I figured you'd want to find out yourself."

Wang Xiao nodded slowly.

It looked like he would be busy as well.

If not Fu Yuxin… then who?

Chen Meili?

No.

Zhenxi looked nothing like her.

No matter how much Wang Xiao tried to think, nothing made any damn sense.

Who the hell was Zhenxi's mother?

The more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off.

And in the end, he decided—fuck it.

There was something far more important waiting for him.

With a final groan—because apparently, a six-year-old kid could give him more of a headache than a literal universe-destroying enemy—Wang Xiao walked back to Selene's chambers.

The large wooden door creaked open.

And the sight before him made him pause.

His eyes first landed on the bed.

Neatly arranged. White silk sheets. No excessive decorations. No flowers.

Just clean, refined elegance.

A wooden frame with soft silk drapes cascading from all sides, enshrouding it like a secret waiting to be unveiled.

It gave off the aura of a traditional royal chamber from the past—intimate, enclosed, soaked in faint candlelight.

No modern bullshit.

The glow from the flickering flames cast a dim golden hue over the room, turning everything warmer, more sinful.

Even the air felt different.

He exhaled slowly.

But none of that mattered.

Because the real highlight of the room was sitting there—waiting for him.

Selene.

She sat on a rectangular wooden log, directly facing the door, like an offering.

Her hands rested gently in her lap, delicate and still, yet her fingers betrayed her.

They trembled slightly.

Her eyes met his—soft, expectant.

But it wasn't just her gaze.

It was what she was wearing.

A white bridal dress.

The silk hugged her perfectly, dipping low at the chest, teasing just enough, yet not enough.

The sleeves were light, sheer, delicate, sliding down just slightly from her delicate shoulders, framing the pale curves of her collarbones.

And the veil—

Draped softly over her lavender hair, cascading behind her like a second skin.

It wasn't extravagant.

It was simple. Pure. Untouched.

Wang Xiao's gaze raked over her slowly.

The soft candlelight illuminated her ivory skin just enough to make it seem like she was glowing.

Like she had been waiting.

Like she had chosen.

Huh.

Now this was unexpected.

His smile stretched.

"You wore this for me?"

Selene didn't answer.

But the slight quiver in her breath, the way her hands clutched at the silk of her dress—

That was an answer in itself.

Wang Xiao chuckled.

This girl.

Did she even realize what she just offered?

Or did she think she could dress like this and still walk out untouched?

Tsk.

Too late to regret now.

Seeing him step closer, that mysterious smirk playing on his lips, Selene suddenly remembered—

He didn't like the idea of marriage.

Not because of love, not because of commitment—but because he never wanted any woman thinking they were equal to him.

He hadn't even officially married her mother.

Not that she deserved it, even from Selene's perspective.

Her fingers twitched slightly.

"…I can take it off."

Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "I… I have other clothes…"

She reached up, moving to remove it—

But his hands caught hers.

Soft. Boneless.

That was the only way to describe how she felt in his grasp.

Selene stilled, looking up at him—lost.

His grip was firm, but not forceful.

His eyes flickered in the dim candlelight.

"Only I will take it off."

His voice was calm yet authoritative.

Selene blinked.

"Ah…"

…Did he hate it that much?

Did he want to tear it off himself?

But she only got her answer later.

Because instead of ripping it away in disgust—

He lifted the delicate veil, revealing her face fully to the soft, golden glow of the candlelight.

And for a moment, he just stared.

Beautiful.

That was the only word for it.

His hands slid down, grasping her waist, her delicate frame, lifting her to stand.

And then—

He kissed her.

Just like that.

"Mmmghhh...!"

Selene's eyes widened, a soft gasp lost between his lips.

Her hands jerked up to his chest, as if to stop him—

But then—

She melted.

Completely.

"D-dad… I—"

Her words were cut off, swallowed whole.

Her fingers clutched at his robes, seeking balance, seeking something.

He could feel it—the hesitation, the nervousness, the heat.

And he loved it.

Loved it too much.

Holding her like this, tasting her, teasing her, feeling the way she trembled just slightly in his arms—

It was fucking addictive.

He loved kissing his daughters.

Not just because of desire.

Not just because of possession.

But because of this moment—

That brief hesitation, that last flicker of shyness—before it shattered completely.

His fingers brushed over the curve of her buttocks, trailing along her thighs.

But he didn't rush.

Didn't push further.

He just kept kissing her.

"Nnh… ngh… wait…"

Selene's initial tension faded.

She tried to match him, tried to keep up—

But she was overwhelmed.

His tongue was dominant—devouring her completely.

Her lashes fluttered, her body softening, her hands gripping onto him helplessly.

Her lips trembling, her chest rising and falling as she struggled for air.

"I m-...can't breate—ah…!"

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

And just when she thought she could finally catch her breath—**

He tilted her face up, held her tighter—

And then—

"Mmmn—!"

He kissed her again.

His fingers trailed over her lips, tracing the soft, velvety texture.

Soft. Warm. Sinful.

Her face—clean, shy, untouched.

Her eyes—soft, yet sacred, trembling under his gaze.

And her hair—violet silk, delicate strands slipping through his fingers, the kind of softness he could play with for hours.

And he had.

He remembered.

The times he just held her, played with her hair, stroked it lazily while she curled into his arms, talking, whispering, laughing.

Good times.

But now?

Now, she had grown up.

And she wanted to crawl into his bed?

Hah! How bold. How daring.

Did she think she could wear this dress, sit there looking like an untouched bride, and escape unscathed?

He would show her the price of that audacity.

His fingers slid to her shoulders, curling under the delicate fabric.

A slight tug.

And the dress slipped.

The zipper at the back came undone, the weight of the silk falling against her body, sliding down—slowly, deliberately.

The V-neck had already dipped low, teasing pure, untouched white skin.

But as he pulled it down further—

Her breath rushed.

The silk cascaded down her waist.

And suddenly—

Everything was clearer.

Her body.

Her pale skin, unmarked, smooth like polished jade.

Selene's toes curled, her thighs instinctively pressing together, her hands twitching at her sides.

She felt his eyes devouring her.

A sharp inhale.

A pause.

And then—

His hands moved.

Fingers spanned out, pressing against the soft, full mounds that had been hidden beneath the silk.

Soft. Supple. Submissive.

His grip tightened, kneading, feeling the warmth seep into his palms.

Selene's body jerked.

"Ahhh—"

A moan escaped before she could stop it, her cheeks burning red.

His thumbs rolled over the delicate peaks, brushing, teasing.

The little red cherry in the center trembled, stiffened, sinking into her own skin.

A sharp shudder ran down her spine.

Her fingers gripped the sheets.

Her breath grew uneven.

Wang Xiao smirked.

"Is it sensitive?"

His hands didn't move away.

Didn't loosen their grip.

Just stayed there. Pressing. Feeling. Exploring.

Selene's lips were swollen, trembling, red from the endless teasing.

She bit them, stifling another sound, her head tilting slightly, unable to meet his gaze.

And then—

She nodded.

Slow. Shy. Embarrassed.

Wang Xiao's smile deepened.

"Oh?"

His fingers trailed lower, tracing the sensitive spot—

"Where exactly is it sensitive?"

He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin.

"Let me inspect it for you."

"Mmm…"

Selene didn't deny it.

Didn't resist.

Didn't even try to hide.

She simply nodded, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Wang Xiao exhaled sharply.

This girl…

If she kept acting like this, soft and willing, trembling under his touch—

How the fuck was he supposed to say no?

His patience snapped.

He grabbed her—

And pushed her down.

Selene groaned softly as her back hit the mattress, sinking into the soft sheets.

His weight caged her in, his body pressing above hers, trapping her, claiming her.

There was nowhere to run.

No more hesitation.

No turning back.

She knew.

The time had come.

The moment she had been waiting for.

The moment she would finally give herself to him.

And then—

She smiled.

Small.

Soft.

Gentle.

But the most beautiful smile Wang Xiao had ever seen.

A smile so relieved, so content, so full of quiet surrender—

That even all the sorrows in the world combined.

Couldn't destroy it.