Deviant: No Longer Human

"She's using her own card."

"Eh?!"

Before she could mentally process that revelation, Anran sauntered back up, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes sparkling like she just looted a treasure vault.

"Thanks for all the lovely gifts, hehehe~" she chimed sweetly, planting a kiss on Wang Xiao's cheek like a proud sugar baby with her emotional support wallet.

And then—off she went again. To the next boutique. Hips swaying. Aura screaming I own this entire shopping complex and the man walking behind me like a confused husband.

"She… she thanked you… for paying with her own damn money?" Wang Xueying stared, spiritually short-circuiting.

"…"

"…"

The two exchanged the same look you give someone when you both just watched a bird fly into a window and get up like nothing happened.

From the side, a voice broke the comedic silence. A new figure stepped into view—Mary, with her calm expression and zero tolerance for nonsense.

"It's her own money," she explained like a seasoned Anran survivor. "She just likes pretending Master is pampering her. It's her thing. She doesn't want people to make her happy—she crafts her own... delusions."

Wang Xueying: "...So she's crazy and rich?"

Mary nodded like she was reading from a psychological profile: "That would be correct. Miss Anran is—surprisingly—wealthier than most people assume."

Wang Xueying's jaw practically unhinged. "Wait, wait—what about the casino? All that... madness?"

Mary, unfazed: "Also hers. Entirely. She assigns the pocket money for her daughters..."

Wang Xueying blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then blinked until she lost count, like her brain was trying to hard-reboot. Because holy hell—Mary was right. Anran was insanely rich. Like, fuck-you-money rich. Not only did she run the entire financial empire behind Wang Xiao's name like a ghost CEO, she did it while smiling like a ditzy girlfriend with murder in her eyes.

And that old bastard from Country M?

Li Zhiming—the self-proclaimed 'father,' the ex-leader of Zero?

Anran wrecked him.

She made him cough up every last asset and hand it over with a signature and a smile, like she was collecting dues for breathing.

One moment, Li Zhiming was the iron-fisted ruler of an underground empire.

Next moment? Broke. Stripped clean. Ghosted by his own damn daughter.

And for what?

Because she was Wang Xiao's woman now.

Because the only man she bowed to was one who made her scream more than scream back.

Because, in her world, love came with assets—and blood contracts.

Wang Xueying laughed. Bitter. Half-horrified. Half-impressed. "Haha! What a... joke."

That so-called mighty big boss of a nation-spanning syndicate... turned into a bankrupt side character. All because his only daughter decided to throw her inheritance, body, and loyalty at a man who didn't even ask for it.

And Wang Xiao?

He just stood there with his usual deadpan face like he had no idea he was being fought over like a damn divine artifact.

Wang Xueying sighed deeply, already wondering what price her sanity would pay next.

Then — She turned her gaze back just in time to witness yet another baffling exchange between Anran and the boutique staff.

"Miss, isn't your boyfriend just so magnanimous? Treating you like a queen," the sales executive gushed, barely hiding a giggle.

Anran nodded solemnly, chest puffed up with pride as she handed over her card.

"Hm! Hm! His heart is as vast as the sea!"

The salesgirl giggled and took the card—only to squint. Her smile twitched.

"Uhh... Miss, this card says your name on it, not your boyfriend's…?"

Anran's smile didn't falter—but it changed.

That sweet glint in her eyes turned into something... colder. Eerier. Like a ghost in lipstick.

She nodded slowly, twice. "If you pretend to be blind for a day, you won't really go blind. But keep testing fate..."

Her voice was soft, almost cheerful.

"...and I might just squeeeze the life out of your existence."

The salesgirl froze, hand hovering mid-swipe, eyes wide.

Anran kept smiling, one hand on her hip and the other extended, palm open.

"Now, be a darling—swipe the card before he gets annoyed and walks away."

There was silence. Then beep. Transaction approved.

Anran turned, beaming, "Next store!"

Wang Xiao blinked.

Wang Xueying whispered, "...Did she just threaten someone with murder in a luxury boutique?"

She almost wanted to curse out loud—seriously, she had so many good insults lined up—but then she remembered the man walking beside her had once casually erased a whole building. With people in it. Screaming.

Yep. Perfectly logical. Makes total sense.

She shivered—not from fear, no, but from that kind of fear. The sexy kind. The kind where you're walking next to a man who could murder a nation but instead chooses to hold your hand and grope your ass in elevators. A literal walking apocalypse... in a tailored suit.

"..."

Wang Xiao didn't even glance her way, but his divine-tier peripheral vision picked up every micro-expression on her dumb little face. Why the hell was she going through the entire emotional range of a K-drama heroine?

____

Night came.

And weirdly, no one bothered Wang Xiao. Not a government dog. Not a military fly. Not even a nosy warrior trying to challenge him to death for "honor." It was as if the authorities had finally realized: stop poking the nuclear bomb with a stick.*

Eventually, they reached the venue.

The Oceanleaf Retreat—an offshore hotel that looked like Poseidon and Elon Musk had a drunken one-night stand and built a miracle together. It was connected to Abyss Island, which sounded more like a dungeon than a resort, but who's judging?

Unique? Oh yeah.

The top floors were above land. But the real party? Underwater.

As they entered the glowing bioluminescent dome—360° views of coral reefs, fish doing fishy things, and one suspiciously realistic Medusa statue with snakes for hair—Wang Xueying almost wet herself.

Not out of fear—out of pure aesthetic arousal.

The snake eyes moved.

Just slightly.

Wang Xiao walked past like he didn't just stroll by cursed décor from the seventh layer of hell.

Meanwhile, deep in the belly of this sexy sea-creature lair, down in the Poseidon's Vault Casino, a man paused mid-poker game, phone buzzing.

The gods had eyes—and someone just tripped an alert.

But Wang Xiao? Unbothered. That man would slap a god if they stood in his way. Either bow or get deleted.

When they finally reached their suite—the entire floor, naturally—shit hit the fan. Not literally.

Not yet.

The elevator doors opened and BAM—his mortal sisters, bless their innocent peasant minds, were hit with a full-body visual orgasm.

Underwater view? Stunning.

Endless ocean outside? Gorgeous.

But nothing—nothing—prepared them for the softcore orgy of goddess-tier women casually walking around half-dressed.

"Aunt! Give it back to me!"

A flash of movement zipped by—short white hair, designer shades. Who the fuck wears sunglasses underwater? Luna, obviously.

Behind her, Yanyan stormed in like a pissed-off thundercloud, waving something, storming after her like an angry ex.

Then more doors opened.

Eleanor stepped out, a literal fairy looking lost in her own magical subplot.

Then Amelia, half-dressed, holding a lipstick and a death glare. "Yanyan, can you not scream at 300 decibels? Some of us are trying to live!~"

More doors opened.

More smooth white legs appeared.

More hips swayed.

Wang Xiao's sisters stood there, jaws dropping one by one, as the realization sank in:

These were all his.

Their eyes slowly turned toward their brother.

And Wang Xiao? He blinked.

The women? They froze. Their smooth, luscious legs halted mid-step like deer caught in divine headlights.

His sisters' souls ascended halfway to heaven before crashing back down with a mental breakdown.

They'd thought they knew beauty.

No.

This was walking into heaven and finding out it was a VIP members-only strip club for celestial-tier babes.

Even Wang Xiao felt slightly dizzy. He'd never actually gathered all of them like Pokémon before. Now that he did... it hit different.

Maybe... maybe he did have a harem.

When the hell did that happen?

He never even counted. He never tried to collect women.

He had just… existed.

Women came.

Some stayed.

Some left.

Most he'd used and tossed—like gifts Anran kept bringing over like stray cats.

But apparently, the stray cats multiplied.

He didn't even invite all of them... Yet there were already over fifty here.

And this wasn't even the full roster.

So, like any emotionally unavailable man on the edge of enlightenment, Wang Xiao dipped.

He nodded vaguely at his sisters, threw out a few chaotic introductions ("That's Luna, she lights and bites. That one's Eleanor, don't let her near mirrors."), and left like a ghost who had better things to do.

Destination: Celestial Pool.

Located just above the casino, this pool wasn't some basic bitch spa. No. It was built by literal gods—an underwater haven surrounded by massive glass walls showing the deep ocean.

A normal guest? Needs five background checks and a sacred token just to see it.

Wang Xiao? He bought the damn thing.

Either sell it... or get obliterated.

This was where the party would happen tonight. A deep-sea debauchery under the stars and sharks.

But right now? Someone just needed to float and breathe.

Because even gods needed a break from horny, chaotic immortals and their half-naked lipstick fights.