Deviant: No Longer Human

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

Wang Xiao's control snapped, her words only fueling the fire. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheeks, biting and nibbling gently, his lips trailing down her neck.

Each touch made her shiver, goosebumps spreading across her skin like ripples on water. He tasted her skin, the warmth intoxicating.

"Mary doesn't see anything... she's blind..." he muttered between heated breaths, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of her neck.

Wenxi gasped, her hands gripping his arms as her body trembled beneath him. "D-Dad... it's strange... this feels... stop..." Her voice was soft, but her body betrayed her as it leaned into his touch, seeking warmth even as her words resisted.

Wenxi's lips quivered, her body betraying her resolve. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came quicker.

Wang Xiao's eyes wandered down, resting on the soft swell of her chest just beneath her slender shoulders. The black fabric clung to her body, tempting her gentle curves, and his breath quickened as he slowly slid the fabric down, revealing her pale, jade-like skin.

His fingers brushed lightly against her, causing her to tremble.

His gaze fell upon her exposed chest—round, soft, and flawless, her pale skin glowing in the dim light.

At the center, a delicate bud with a soft pink hue trembled slightly, as if seducing him closer, like a shy flower waiting to bloom in the moonlight.

"D... don't look at me like that..." she whispered, her voice faltering as her hands weakly tried to cover herself.

But even in her resistance, her body responded to his touch, unable to deny the affection between them.

"I can't help it…" he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire for her. "You're too beautiful…"

Wenxi's breath hitched, her heart racing as his hands explored her, sending shivers down her spine.

She couldn't stop the heat that flooded her body, or the way her chest tightened in response to his words.

"I-I never thought… it would be like this…" she whispered, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Wang Xiao leaned closer, his lips brushing against her neck, sending waves of warmth through her. "Neither did I," he admitted softly.

"... w-we shouldn't..." she stammered, her voice trembling with both desire and fear. She could barely speak, her mind clouded with confusion. "I... I wasn't thinking..."

Wenxi shivered, her body betraying her confusion and guilt. "… I'm scared…" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and glassy with tears she hadn't realized had welled up.

Seeing the tears, Wang Xiao paused for a brief moment, his face conflicted. His hand hovered over her chest, hesitating as his own feelings warred within him. "Xi'er... I don't want to hurt you..." His voice softened.

"You won't... but... this feels... too much..." Wenxi's voice was shaky, but her hands, which had been pushing against him, now grasped his arms, as though caught between pulling him closer or pushing him away.

He exhaled deeply, trying to regain some semblance of control, but his eyes couldn't look away from the beautiful, untouched skin before him. "I won't hurt you," he whispered again, his hand slowly moving down her side, tracing the slender waist of her body.

Wenxi trembled beneath him, her breaths shallow, "Dad... I..."

"Shh…" Wang Xiao leaned in, pressing his lips softly against hers once more. "Let me... just this once."

"!"

Seeing Wang Xiao before her, Wenxi's heart couldn't help but beat harder.

She had stopped him countless times before, always holding him at the edge of restraint. If it had been anyone else in her place, she knew their fate would not have been kind.

Her hesitation had been forgiven, and even she could tell why.

As she used one hand to cover her chest, the other placed firmly between her thighs, her resistance wavered. This was the first time he had pushed so far, openly, in the light.

"You'll... only touch?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with uncertainty. The words felt like a lie the moment they left her lips.

For a moment, Wang Xiao's face darkened, a brief flicker of frustration, but it quickly returned to a smile, as if nothing had changed. "Okay," he replied, though both of them knew they were deceiving themselves.

Wenxi caught the fleeting shift in his expression and felt a pang of crisis swell within her.

She would likely regret saying this later... but not for the reasons she originally feared.

There were consequences hidden in the quiet moments, waiting to reveal themselves.

This, she realized, was the difference between her and Yue.

Yue would never hesitate, would never refuse Wang Xiao, no matter the circumstance. She would submit, even if she didn't like it, without question.

Wenxi's heart tightened at the thought.

That unwavering loyalty was something she lacked, and in this moment, it was both a strength and a curse. Yet, Wang Xiao did not have the mind to dwell on such things now. His focus, his desires, were elsewhere—on her, and only her.

"Mary will make sure I only touch," Wang Xiao added, his voice steady. At his words, Wenxi fell silent, but her gaze shifted to the corner of the room.

Mary, who had been nothing more than a shadow in the background, stepped forward slightly, keeping her eyes averted, standing at a respectful distance from the bed.

She kept her head bowed, refusing to look directly at them. It was clear—Wang Xiao's 'daughters' were a taboo subject, and he despised them being seen unclothed, even by women.

Mary wore a faint, anxious smile beneath her calm exterior. After all, she had been their Nanny for over eighteen years, almost like a mother to them. To witness this moment was strange, yet it did not disturb her.

As for the possibility of Wang Xiao turning on one of his kin, Mary did not flinch.

She knew what he was capable of, knew the path he walked.

If anything, she was more surprised that they hadn't already been led to slaughter by his hand. In her eyes, it was inevitable.

Wenxi's face flushed a deep red as her eyes lingered on Mary's quiet form, but somehow, knowing she was there brought a strange sense of reassurance. "You said... she wasn't watching," Wenxi muttered, looking back at Wang Xiao with accusation.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but glance down, peeking through the gaps in her fingers at the soft breasts she was hiding. He remembered how they felt at night—gentle, soft beneath his touch.

Now, all he wanted was to explore them with his own hands.

"She's not watching. Or... should I take her eyes?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing as he pressed his face against the crook of her neck, rubbing against her soft, fragrant skin.

Wenxi shivered at his touch, feeling the heat from his body intensify. His manhood, already hardened like tempered steel, pressed against her thigh, even through the thick layer of towel separating them.

The warmth of it was undeniable.

"... Don't take her eyes," Wenxi stammered, panic rising in her chest. "Mary... Mary is a good person."

Wang Xiao nodded, though it was clear he cared little about whether Mary was good or not.

Her fate mattered little to him.

But Mary, standing silently at the edge of the room, flinched as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

Her eyes, which had seen so much over the years, suddenly felt hollow.

A grim expression crossed her face, and for the first time in what felt like a century, her emotions stirred.

'Good person?' The words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a strange numbness creep into her heart.

In all her long years of service, through the bloodshed, the secrets, and the betrayals, she had never once considered herself 'good.'

Protecting Wang Xiao's daughters wasn't merely out of fear or duty—it had become something more over time, something she couldn't quite explain.

Slowly, without realizing it, she had grown attached to them.

Taking on this job had been the best decision of her life, but it also carried with it the weight of impossible choices, choices she would carry forever.

And now, watching Wenxi's trembling figure, Mary couldn't help but wonder—what would become of them all in the end?