Deviant: No Longer Human

New sister?

Did she mean—another daughter?

Their eyes darted to Wang Xiao.

Wang Xueying and Wang Mei, who had long interrogated these two demonic little daughters, had already unearthed the terrifying reality of this man's "family tree."

Nearly twenty daughters.

Dozens of lovers.

Maidservants? Oh no. They weren't just maids—they were queens and princesses from all over Europe, conveniently labeled as "maids" for convenience.

And that wasn't even the worst part.

The "one-night stands for fun" category?

That number was in the thousands.

Thanks to Anran.

Because, why not? That woman casually gifted him women like souvenirs, kidnapping any beautiful one she found and dropping them off like birthday presents.

The realization made them dizzy.

Their gazes shifted to Wenxi, still stroking his hair soothingly, as if he hadn't just committed international-level population expansion.

What does she mean? He was having more of it?

Wang Xiao barely cracked open his eyes.

"Hmm? You mean Sera?"

Wenxi nodded, completely unbothered.

Yue's blue eyes lit up instantly.

"Aunt Sera and Josephine landed in the Imperial Capital a few days ago. Is it related to that?"

Don't let her innocent face fool you. She's keeping tabs.

Wang Xiao gave a lazy nod.

And just like that, both of his daughters exchanged looks—before their lips curled into identical, sinister smiles.

Oh.

Oh.

Finally, someone young enough for them to bully.

If Seraphina could see the way these two demonic little daughters were grinning right now, she would board the next plane out of the continent.

It was no secret that if Anran's daughters had a favorite target, it was Seraphina.

They loved troubling that woman.

And now?

Now that she was part of the family?

Even better.

Wang Xueying, slow on the uptake, finally processed the name.

Her expression turned blank.

Her fingers tapped rapidly against her bracelet, searching.

And then—

She found it.

She found exactly who "Seraphina" was.

Her eye twitched.

Her head whipped around toward Wang Xiao, her lips parting in pure disbelief.

"Mother and daughter…"

Her voice came out in a whisper, as if saying it too loud would summon divine judgment.

Her brother.

Was having an affair.

With the Queen of Sylverguard.

And her daughter.

Together.

And now?

He had impregnated the Queen.

At this point…

She just gave up.

She sighed deeply, dragging a hand down her face.

Shut your mouth.

Lower your expectations.

And just become like Mei.

Wang Xueying tried her absolute best to bury herself inside the magazine, her fingers gripping the glossy pages as if they could shield her from reality.

She failed.

Because right in front of her, Wang Xiao suddenly dove headfirst into Wenxi's sweater.

Sniff—

A deep, obnoxious inhale.

Wenxi froze.

Her entire face burned crimson as she trembled for a second before she hurriedly pulled up her headphones, slamming them over her ears like a desperate shield.

She shut her eyes, pretending no one existed.

Because it didn't matter.

He was going to bully her anyway.

She wasn't alone.

Yue, witnessing the unholy invasion of his legs beneath her dress, clicked her tongue in irritation before grabbing the nearest blanket and throwing it at Wenxi.

"Cover yourself!"

Wenxi hastily draped it over her sweater and his upper body, while Yue covered herself and his lower side.

Both of them—completely wrapped up, faces burning.

Gulp…

Wang Xueying gulped audibly.

She peeked.

Once.

Twice.

Her own cheeks tinged pink.

"What a rascal…" she muttered under her breath.

The more she thought about it—

The more she realized she was also part of this circus.

Some minutes later.

Both Wenxi and Yue suddenly stood up.

"We're leaving."

"We're going to see Mom."

Wang Xueying blinked.

Huh?

Then, she saw it.

The stewardess standing in the far corner—the one they were approaching.

Her heart stopped.

Her eyes widened.

Because that wasn't just any stewardess.

That was Anran.

Wang Mei also finally connected the dots, watching her sisters casually approach the disguised woman.

"You two…" Wang Xiao's lazily amused voice rang out.

"Can't you just look at yourselves?"

His head peeked out from under the blanket, his sharp gaze landing directly on them.

"See? You embarrassed them by constantly staring, and now they ran away."

Wang Mei and Wang Xueying's faces darkened.

Excuse me?

Embarrassed them?

Who was the one actually bullying them in the first place?!

Before either could retort—

"Now come and replace them."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The two sisters stared at him.

He stared back.

Then it hit them.

That bastard just wanted to shift the targets.

"…"

Five minutes of struggle later.

Wang Xiao grinned in satisfaction.

Wang Mei, now seated where Wenxi had been, sat stiffly, her hands curled into small, trembling fists on her lap.

His head rested over her thighs, one hand boldly wrapped around her soft waist.

Her breath fastened.

Meanwhile, Wang Xueying, now trapped beneath his legs, was fuming.

Her glare burned holes into him.

So, she did the only thing she could.

She bit him.

Right on the damn leg.

Wang Xiao scoffed.

"Have you had no food?"

His tone dripped with disappointment.

Wang Xueying glared daggers at him.

She was worried he'd cause a scene with the flight crew.

But now?

She realized.

The real targets were always them.

Hah.

"If you're so hungry, you can eat something else..."

Wang Xiao's grin was downright criminal.

He wasn't even trying to be subtle.

No hesitation. No remorse. Just a bastard with too much power, too little shame, and an obscene amount of audacity.

Wang Xueying froze.

Her brain misfired.

And before she could stop herself, her gaze dropped.

To his crotch.

Fuck.

Her pupils shrank.

Her ears burned.

Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

"T-There are people…!" Her once-rowdy voice crashed into a stuttering, blushing mess.

"Either you do this, or—"

"Enough! I am tired of your damn threats!" she snapped, her teeth bared like a pissed-off housewife about to commit a felony.

Her eyes flickered toward the female bartender.

…She was staring.

Not just glancing.

Straight-up gawking.

Like she was waiting for a full-blown porno to start.

The woman had one hand on the counter, the other nursing a drink, eyes wide like she was witnessing the second coming of Jesus—except Jesus had just unzipped his pants and told his sister to get to work.

At that moment, Wang Xueying realized three things.

1. She was fucked.

2. Her life decisions had led her to a place she could never recover from.

3. If she was going down, she was taking him with her.

And so, with the same dead-inside energy of a tax auditor in April, she crawled onto his lap.

She could feel his fucking smirk even without looking.

Her fingers hesitated.

Just a second.

Then she yanked down his pants.

Thud.

The dragon was out of its den.

Her breath fastened.

Her throat dried.

Her face? Redder than a politician caught with his mistress.

And then, before she could let herself think about what she was about to do—

She buried her head beneath.

"Slurp... Slurp..."

The once-luxurious first-class cabin now had the ambiance of a brothel mixed with a ramen-eating contest.

Wang Xiao sighed in pure relief, stretching his arms like a man enjoying a Sunday massage.

"See? If you didn't run your damn mouth before, would I still have to punish you like this?"

His voice was infuriating.

Cocky.

Lazy.

Like he was some benevolent overlord granting divine blessings, rather than a bastard coercing his own sister into sucking him off mid-flight.

Wang Xueying's brows twitched.

Her jaw tightened.

Her movements? Faster. Harder. More aggressive.

If this was punishment, then she was about to punish him right the fuck back.

Because there were only two people in this world that Wang Xiao couldn't control.

Their mother—who spoiled him like a deranged emperor.

And their elder sister.

Yes. Once their elder sister returned, she would definitely put an end to this madness.

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Little did she know, Wang Jiarong was currently in her own PTSD arc, isolated in a remote city, drowning in liquor and trauma, praying to every god in existence that her family tree would stop fucking itself.

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Meanwhile, at the far end of the cabin—

The bartender took a slow sip from her drink, exhaled deeply, and muttered to herself:

"God, I fucking love this job."

A moment after…

"O-Oh fuuuuck—G-God! S-Slow down!"