Deviant: No Longer Human

"Hm?"

"Where the hell did everyone go...?"

From the changing room, a woman stepped out—long, dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders in loose curls, cheeks flushed like she'd been steaming in a sauna. The store staff instantly went blind, deaf, and holy—because while she walked in solo, she walked out with Wang Xiao right behind her.

What does that tell you?

Absolutely nothing.

They're professionals, okay?

You see nothing. You know nothing. You say nothing.

Wang Xueying was getting damn good at pretending she had dignity. Especially standing next to Wang Xiao, who clearly wanted her to cosplay every costume in the Thousand Seduction Styles catalog. And why stop at helping her pick the dresses? Might as well "test the elasticity" of her body while they're at it, right?

Brother, have you ever heard of something called spiritual love? No? Only body?

After being thoroughly re-educated about her own moans in the changing room (complete with an impromptu twelve-sound solo), they finally made it outside. Only to realize—it was a damn ghost town.

"Mei took Wenxi and Yue shopping..."

Wang Xiao said it so casually, like he hadn't just been using her as his personal toy inside.

Wang Xueying blinked.

Of course. Of course Mei left. It's not that she wanted to ditch them—it's just that after waiting an hour in the cold while those two animals recreated half a porn script, she'd decided to take the nieces out for some wholesome girl time. You know, bonding, shopping, pretending her brother wasn't a pervert with a stamina stat that needed nerfing.

To her credit, Wang Mei adapted to her "auntie of teenage girls" identity like a damn pro. Sure, it was weird at first—she had nieces almost her age and actual children—but now she was out there buying them cute accessories and sipping bubble tea like a reincarnated goddess.

Meanwhile, Wang Xueying was just sulking behind Wang Xiao, holding his hand like a pitiful post-coital hostage, eyes darting around like someone expecting a judgmental grandma to pop out any second.

And then her face changed—slowly, then all at once.

"...Why does it always feel like everything was just yesterday?"

She murmured to herself. Just yesterday, she was planning to drug this bastard and escape to Europe with Isabelle like some melodramatic soap opera villainess. Now, just thinking about it made her want to bury her face in a pillow and scream.

Wang Xiao didn't even blink.

"Exactly... four months."

She turned to him, scandalized. "Could you not ruin the mood? Ever heard of tact? Maybe grow a heart?"

"Hm?" He glanced sideways at her, that maddening little smirk tugging at his lips. "Grow a heart? I didn't know we could do that... That upgrade available yet?"

Wang Xueying stared at him.

Was that sarcasm? Was he serious? Was this man born without a shame function?

And why, for the love of all the horny heavens, did she still want this man so damn badly?

Right. She'd clearly gone stupid with love. Terminal case. Someone smack her with a book or shove her into a freezing pond—anything to snap her out of this mess. This man was a walking sin. A handsome, unromantic bastard wrapped in smugness.

Wang Xiao, of course, either didn't notice the emotional opera flickering across her face... or he just didn't give a damn. Probably the latter. In his mind, the more you gave women, the more they wanted.

Vanity and desire—they were bottomless wells. You spoil them once, and boom! Next thing you know, she expects you to win at football, master bowling, and swim like you were trained by Poseidon himself. Because somehow, if you're not the best at everything, you're not "worthy." That's how all those cheesy novels end up spawning the term "Male God"—because apparently perfection is a baseline.

Wang Xiao was the strongest—sure. But if you asked him if he was anyone's Male God? He'd probably laugh and say, "Hell no." Power wasn't for worship. Power was to do whatever the hell you wanted... not to turn into some polished, obedient pet on a leash.

And then suddenly—he stopped.

"Huh… I really forgot her..." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

It hit him like a slap in the middle of a daydream. Women's vanity and desires can never be satisfied—that line... was something a woman once said to him. Ironic, huh?

He thought of that older woman, that sultry vixen who used to ride him like she was breaking in a warhorse. She'd taught him everything—from how to unhook a bra with one hand to the mental gymnastics required to survive a woman's mood swings.

He used to pay her for that 'education,' and now look at him—caught in the same damn maze he thought he mastered.

And here he was… still falling for the same chaos.

"Hm? Brother, what happened?"

Wang Xueying turned, noticing the strange, almost nostalgic look on his face. Her brows furrowed in concern, but she had no idea he was reminiscing about the milf-sensei who gave him his first diploma in "Advanced Female Manipulation."

Wang Xiao blinked, snapped back into reality, and gave Wang Xueying a smirk—one of those small, cryptic, infuriating ones that made her feel like he just unlocked a secret she'd never be allowed to read.

"I think... I remember who Zhenxi's mother is..." he muttered, eyes clouded with a weird mix of annoyance, confusion, and straight-up existential dread.

Then, just like that, he turned and walked off.

"Huh?! What do you mean? Isn't Yuxin basically our family's live-in guest at this point? She shows up every week!"

Wang Xueying chased after him, looking half-lost and wholly done with his dramatic pacing.

What was with this mysterious 'I'm walking away to leave you in suspense' attitude?

Does he think he's some kind of celestial being?

...Oh, wait. Damn it. He is.

And so, like a loyal, girlfriend-cum-sister, she nagged him all the way down the street, pelting him with questions, jokes, and subtle death threats if he didn't start explaining.

Wang Xiao? He stayed silent like a stone Buddha—if the Buddha had abs and a track record of emotionally wrecking women.

Meanwhile, his brain was a blender of chaos.

Could it really be...? That old gut feeling... And if he wasn't stuck playing daddy tonight, he'd already have ditched Macau and flown straight to Shanghai to find out.

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An Hour Later!

Night in the shopping district.

You'd think it was dead quiet by now, but nope—this place was lit like a festival of wallets burning.

"Husband! You're so good to me! I love how you spoil me!"

A sugary voice rang out, followed by the mechanical beep of a card swipe—500,000 yuan gone in a single swipe for a purse.

Wang Xiao: "..."

He stood there like he'd just been punched in the credit score, watching Anran dash to the next boutique like a happy criminal. They'd only bumped into her by chance—just vibing alone, loaded up with shopping bags like a mobile luxury boutique.

And when they asked what she was doing?

That. That was her answer.

Wang Xueying didn't even flinch at first—she already knew Anran was missing a few screws and probably swallowed some diamonds to replace them.

But after the fourth boutique, and watching the payments stack into the tens of millions, her eye started twitching.

"Brother… aren't you spoiling her a little too much?"

A purse, a necklace, shoes, then another goddamn purse... What was next? A yacht?

Anran, caught mid-swipe on a million-yuan handbag, froze like a deer in headlights. Then she smiled sweetly—like a gremlin with daddy's black card—and swiped it anyway.

Wang Xueying gnashed her teeth.

"She just ignored me?!"

The boutique staff clapped politely. Somewhere in the background, a couple bystanders watched the scene unfold like it was high drama.

"Isn't this just a classic simp story?"

"Man's blinded by lust…"

"Look at him, powerless under those boobs and shopping bags."

Wang Xiao finally let out a deep sigh. He didn't give a damn what strangers thought, but even he had limits.

"Do you think that money's mine?" he asked, deadpan, looking at Wang Xueying who was already cracking her knuckles, ready to launch a full-on designer purse war against Anran.

"Huh? Wait… it's not yours?" Wang Xueying blinked, hand mid-air like she'd just been hit by a flying invoice.

Wang Xiao shrugged like this was all just another Tuesday. "She's using her own card."

"Eh?!"