Deviant: No Longer Human

Back on the bed, Wang Xiao gently grasped Wenxi's wrist, slowly removing the hand that was shielding her chest.

Wenxi averted her gaze, staring off in another direction, her face flushed with both embarrassment and conflict.

A wave of satisfaction washed over Wang Xiao as he finally laid his eyes on her body, unguarded.

It had been two years since he had last seen her like this, and yet, her soft, plush form had only grown more enticing.

The sight stirred something deep within him, and he couldn't help but marvel at how delicate and full she seemed.

His hands moved instinctively, cupping her breasts with reverence, as if they were treasures he had long coveted but had been denied for so long.

Wenxi flinched slightly at his touch, her breath hitching as his hot breath skimmed over her chest.

She shivered, feeling a strange warmth coursing down her legs, spreading through her body like wildfire. His hands, firm yet careful, grasped her gently, the warmth of his palms sending ripples of sensation through her.

Wang Xiao, feeling her trembling beneath him, pressed his face between her breasts, burying himself in the soft, supple flesh.

His breath came out in a slow exhale, contentment flooding his senses as if her very essence soothed something deep within him.

Wenxi's entire body tensed, heat rising uncontrollably within her as she felt him so close, his hands claiming what had always been her guarded, most precious possession.

Her mind spun, barely able to process what was happening.

Just as Wang Xiao's lips hovered, ready to take a bite of the treasures before him, a voice suddenly shattered the heavy tension in the room like thunder splitting a silent sky.

"Tada~! See what I got!"

"..."

"..."

Both Wang Xiao and Wenxi froze instantly.

Whoosh!

Anran appeared, stepping into the room unannounced, a wide grin on her face that quickly faltered when she noticed the strange atmosphere hanging between everyone.

Her eyes darted around, sensing the growing tension.

'Did I come at the wrong time?' she thought, her eye twitching at the sheer awkwardness.

Wang Xiao was lying on the bed, expression unreadable, as if nothing were amiss, though there was an unmistakable bulge under the covers beside him, as if someone was desperately trying to hide.

Mary, standing quietly nearby, stared at Anran in wide-eyed shock, as though the girl had committed some unspeakable sin and was about to be struck down by heavenly retribution.

Wang Xiao's face remained grim as he glared at Anran, his tone low and threatening. "You better have something 'very' good to show me, or I'll send you to the Amazon rainforests for a century."

The threat caused Anran to stiffen.

She glanced nervously at Mary, hoping for some explanation. 'What happened here?' her eyes seemed to ask.

Mary, however, only glared back, shaking her head in silent resignation, her expression that of someone mourning a fool who had unknowingly walked straight into disaster.

"..."

Anran shifted awkwardly, her excitement from moments before deflating as she realized she had undoubtedly interrupted something she shouldn't have.

Wang Xiao's gaze darkened as he reclined on the bed, his voice low but commanding. "What do you want to show? Come and show me." Ignoring the stunned look on Anran's face, he gestured for her to approach.

With hesitant steps, Anran moved closer, holding out the camera. As the video played, Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from mild disinterest to surprise.

"They've found me?" His eyes flashed with disbelief, not at being discovered, but at the boldness of someone in this nation managing to unearth his identity and even daring to spy on him.

Anran couldn't contain the smug grin that spread across her face. "Not just found, when the crew came to demolish the house earlier today, the girl in this video made a call. After that, the urban development officer was scared off and left immediately. It seems like they're trying to protect the dynasty from you," she said, her tone laced with amusement.

She clearly enjoyed the idea of people fearing him so profoundly.

"Shall I tie them up and present them to you?" Anran asked tentatively, watching his reaction closely.

Wang Xiao's eyes flickered over her face, measuring her. He knew she was a spy—even if her personality betrayed her identity—but the fact that she could spy on the special forces of the Qing Dynasty without being detected was... impressive.

This girl was more than capable. In fact, Anran's level of espionage far surpassed most operatives, having been trained from childhood by the elite of the elite.

Even Li Zhiming, a former top-level spy, couldn't compare to her cunning.

But his focus shifted. This was not his immediate concern.

"You told Wenxi I wanted her to wear black lace?" His tone was sharp, suspicion evident in his voice.

Anran blinked rapidly, momentarily caught off guard. "Nope, I just told her you asked if she had any black clothes. Why are you even asking about that now? It's been a month..." Her eyes suddenly darted toward the bundle of sheets on the bed, and a slow realization dawned on her.

"Mom!" Wenxi's voice broke through, as she popped her head out from under the covers, her face flushed a deep crimson. "Why are you telling him everything?!"

"!?"

Anran's face froze in surprise, then flickered between amusement and disbelief. She glanced at Wang Xiao, then back at Wenxi, whose bare shoulder peeked out from the sheets.

Anran's eyes widened, then narrowed mischievously as she pieced it together, her gaze darting between the two, her expression becoming more entertained by the second.

Wang Xiao, catching her dramatic head movements, felt his temper flare. His patience was already thin, and her playful glances weren't helping. "Stop it," he growled.

Wenxi was just as stunned, her face burning with embarrassment. She had worn the black lace outfit because Wang Xiao hadn't visited her in four days—an entire 'four days'. In fact, he had been distant for the past month, and she had agonized over whether to wear it for him or not, hoping to catch his attention.

When he hadn't shown up for days, she had finally decided to take the risk, to tempt him with something she thought he might like. But now, with Anran revealing everything, it became painfully obvious that Wang Xiao would know she had been thinking about it for an entire month.

The shame hit her like a tidal wave.

Wenxi's voice trembled with indignation internally, 'How could she just tell him everything without thinking twice?!'

Anran's teasing smile widened even further as she watched Wenxi grow flustered. "Sorry for disturbing you two! Carry on!" She gave a dramatic thumbs-up before bolting towards the window, leaping through it with an agility that left the room in stunned silence.

"…"

Wang Xiao rubbed his forehead, feeling a pulse of irritation flare through him.

"Carry on, my foot…" he muttered, glancing toward the now-open window. Not only had Anran vanished, but his 'little cotton ball,' had somehow slipped away as well.

He didn't think she could run so fast.

His eyes narrowed. "Did you send her away?" he asked, his gaze sharp and cold as it turned to Mary.

Without flinching, Mary met his eyes with her usual unbothered calm. "You've instructed me to obey everything they ask of me. I couldn't disobey her."

"…"

Wang Xiao's face darkened at her response. It was true he had given that command, but it wasn't meant to be followed so blindly.

Mary, with her keen awareness, should have known when to ignore trivial orders. Hearing her excuse only deepened his displeasure.

"Should I teleport her back?" Mary asked, her tone as flat as ever.

"Leave it," Wang Xiao replied tersely.

Mary hesitated for a brief moment, sensing the shift in his mood, before adding cautiously, "She didn't mean to upset you. Perhaps… you shouldn't take it to heart."

Wang Xiao's gaze flicked back to her, surprise tinging his voice. "Are you advocating for her over me?"