Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao looked down at Wenxi, her face flushed, breath coming in soft, rapid bursts like the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

His lips curled into a gentle smile.

There was an untainted purity in her, a beauty that had never been touched by the world's corruption, much like a snow lotus blooming on the highest peaks, far above the dust of the mortal realm.

He had always believed that not every soul needed to be stained by the world's ugliness.

As long as he stood by their side, they would remain as untouched as the jade-like waters of a hidden spring.

He had not taught them the ways of the world for the very reason that they were not of this world. They were above it. He had cultivated them to see the world as distant, as one gazes upon ants scattered across the earth below a towering mountain.

He had kept them within Xianthera, where the chaos of the mortal realm could not reach, ensuring they saw those beyond as lesser beings, like the dragon views the snake.

Just as the phoenix does not mourn the passing of clouds, they would not shed tears for nations that fell or lives that vanished into the river of time.

"The sea of stars is vast; who can count the falling leaves?"

Their hearts remained as still as a windless autumn night.

Athene had trained them well. Her gaze, cold and distant like the stars, saw the world as nothing more than a fleeting shadow.

She taught them to be above the mundane, like the moon reflected on a thousand lakes, serene and untouchable. It was this very grace, this otherworldly detachment, that made them all the more charming to Wang Xiao.

How could one not adore such a being, untouched by the dirt of the earth?

Just seeing her ears twitch slightly in the stillness of the room, his heart filled with a warmth, like sunlight filtering through bamboo groves after a long winter.

She was his celestial treasure, and though her aura spoke of realms above to others, she was his to cherish.

"I suppose it's time I claim you as mine," he murmured, his voice as soft as the wind in early spring, carrying the first scent of blooming plum blossoms.

He picked up the discarded lipstick, his fingers light as a brushstroke. With slow, deliberate care, he lifted her chin and gently traced the lipstick across her lips, like a poet writing the final stroke of a perfect verse on the purest parchment.

"Eh??"

Wenxi's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching like the final note of a song lingering in the twilight air.

She stared at Wang Xiao's face, her heart pounding as he cupped her soft cheeks in his hands.

He discarded the lipstick with a flick of his wrist, like an artist casting aside an unnecessary brush, his gaze now fixed on her delicate, trembling features.

Her eyes, usually as calm as still waters, now rippled with confusion and anticipation, like a serene lake disturbed by a sudden breeze.

The moment she sensed him drawing closer, her hands, drained of strength, pressed gently but helplessly against his chest.

"D-Dad…!?" she whispered, her voice trembling, half-formed words lost in the growing heat between them.

Her eyes fluttered shut in panic as he closed the distance, her mind spinning like a leaf caught in a fierce wind.

She could feel the intensity of his hunger—like a wanderer in the desert, who had not tasted water for days, desperate and thirsty.

He did not give her a chance to retreat, his lips crashing against hers with the force of a sudden storm.

"!"

In that instant, a small blemish appeared on her once untainted blossom, but as he began to kiss her deeply, it faded away, replaced by a rush of sweetness.

Her lips were soft and fragrant, carrying a taste that defied words. It was intoxicating—like the scent of blooming flowers in the night or the first sip of spring wine.

He could not get enough, his senses overwhelmed.

Wenxi's body trembled beneath his, overwhelmed by the heat surging through her lips.

His tongue brushed gently against her closed lips, parting them ever so slightly as it met the delicate resistance of her teeth, which had opened just enough to grant him entry.

With careful persistence, his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring its depths with the hunger of someone savoring a rare and forbidden delicacy. Every corner of her mouth was tasted, cherished, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

His intensity startled her. The girl who had never been touched, let alone kissed, found herself drowning in a wave of emotions she didn't know how to handle.

Her vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes, though she wasn't sure if they were from confusion, panic, or something else althougher.

Her heart fluttered like the wings of a captured bird, caught between the unfamiliar storm tempting her closer and the reluctance pulling her back.

Slurp... Slurp...

Once their lips met, it was as though their bodies acted on instinct alone.

Her hands, seemingly of their own will, began to explore his firm chest, while his hands moved over her, tracing every curve with a hunger he could no longer suppress.

Words had no place here—only the primal, unspoken language of their bodies, becoming increasingly wild.

Wenxi's body heated rapidly, each touch sending ripples of warmth through her.

She pressed her trembling hands against his chest, struggling to catch her breath, as realization slowly dawned on her.

'What am I doing?'

She had come to him like this, wearing something so revealing.

She hadn't thought it through—what had she been thinking, appearing before him in the night?

She couldn't believe it, guilt creeping into her heart.

She only wanted some attention from him, not be laid bare on the slaughter board.

The flames fanned by her had started to burn her back, now impossible to ignore.

"D-Dad… this is... I…" she stammered, her voice soft and hesitant.

Wang Xiao's body, however, betrayed his own conflicted mind.

He wanted to stop, to regain control, but his hands and heart had long since taken over.

He couldn't pull back now.

The air grew fragnant in tension, the line between affection and something more blurring rapidly.

"You... Should leave..." he whispered, more to himself than her, his breath hot and unsteady.

Before he knew it, he had turned her gently onto her back, pressing her into the bed.

His eyes met hers, conflicted but full of need.

Wenxi's breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling with the weight of their shared emotions.

"Haa... haa..." she breathed, her eyes wide, her lips wet and swollen from their kiss.

A drop of saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth, but neither of them noticed.

Her gaze flickered, panic flashing in her eyes. "D-Dad… Mary... Mary is watching...mmmgh..." she whimpered, her voice trembling.