Deviant: No Longer Human

"Just a Supreme People's Court judge." "..." Xinyue Zhilan's eyebrow twitched. Just a judge?! A Supreme Court judge! Qing Dynasty may have changed its name, but it was still run by officials. A Supreme Court judge was practically on par with a general! Wang Xiao, of course, didn't care. Officials? Bureaucracy? Just fancy ants in bigger uniforms. He had no idea how his mother even knew a judge from Beijing. But whatever. In truth, Xinyue Zhilan had known Xue Hanqin for a long time. She was her senior in university, and years later, when Zhilan resumed working, they had met again. It was Hanqin who had once casually suggested, "You have a son, right? Why not introduce him to my niece?" Back then, Xinyue Zhilan had only frowned at the idea. But now… things were different. Xue Hanqin really wanted to meet Wang Xiao. But the worst part? Even if Hanqin agreed, Zhilan herself would never let her niece go on a date with this bastard! No way. So, the grand matchmaking idea had quietly died, leaving just a normal family gathering. Xinyue Zhilan exchanged a few polite words with Yue and Wenxi. Her anger wasn't with them—it was with that unfilial son of hers. Then, she ordered her daughters to clean up the house before heading to her room to change. As for her son's affairs with these two girls? …She'd deal with that later. Haha… Who was she kidding? Right now, she just wanted to marry him off so he'd stop causing trouble. Besides, with Qing Dynasty officially allowing multiple spouses, things were getting out of hand. The world's population had crashed in the Great Reset years ago. Now, changes were inevitable. Countries had started encouraging early marriages—as early as high school—and even incentivizing childbirth. The world was desperate. And in desperate times… even Wang Xiao could be a model citizen. ____ "Dad~ how was our performance?" Like a soft chime of silver bells, a sweet, mischievous voice slipped into Wang Xiao's ears just as Xinyue Zhilan stormed off. Yue's eye twitched. This girl… digging her own grave again. If they stayed quiet, Wang Xiao would've moved on, gotten busy with whatever ungodly schemes he had next. But now? "Performance?…" He stretched lazily, letting them simmer in anticipation before scoffing. "Average." Then, without warning, he stepped between them, hands pushing their soft, round buttocks apart like rearranging furniture. "Eh? Only average?" Wenxi blinked, pouting—only to yelp as he suddenly hugged her. His hands slithered under her shirt, slipping past her smooth, tender waist and cupping two familiar mounds. He squeezed, enjoying the way they fit perfectly in his palms. "Hmmm… these are getting bigger." Poof! Wenxi's smugness shattered instantly. Her face turned red, her legs squeezed together as if her soul was escaping through her thighs. "Daddy~! T-Time and place! T-Time and place!" She held onto his other hand, desperately trying to peel it off, but her strength was as useful as paper against fire. Her wide, watery eyes pleaded for mercy. But Wang Xiao? His smile only deepened. Meanwhile, Wang Mei and Wang Xueying sat frozen. Their gazes met. Do these two even remember we exist?! Wenxi wanted to cry rivers. She thought—surely, he wouldn't dare bully her in front of everyone. But she forgot… Now, even if Xinyue Zhilan walked in and saw this mess, she'd just think it was normal. Indecent? Yes. But still normal. Because in Zhilan's eyes, Wenxi and Yue weren't his daughters. Just girlfriends. Wang Xiao had planned this excuse well. Wenxi realized it too. And now, trying to use Xinyue Zhilan to scare him off had completely backfired. "Dad! I'm sorry!~" "For what?" Wang Xiao smirked, his fingers teasing along her waist. "I thought my little Wenxi liked daddy?" "Ugh… Daddy! I-I'll make amends at night—mmmghh!?" Before she could finish, Wang Xiao caught her red lips with his, silencing her with a deep, possessive kiss. The room fell into stunned silence. For the first time, everyone watched as Wang Xiao got intimate with his daughter—not in private, but out in the open. He usually avoided doing this. But today? Today, he had decided this girl needed a lesson. "Mmmgm… Bad daddyyy!~" Her muffled protests only fueled him. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth, sweeping through, claiming, devouring. Wenxi's face flushed scarlet, her head spinning as her body softened under his touch. Yue sighed, as if she knew what was coming, and quietly moved away to another seat. And then… Wang Xiao pushed Wenxi down onto the sofa, hovering over her, his lips never leaving hers. One hand snaked inside her clothes, cupping and kneading those soft, full rabbits, while his fingers mercilessly pinched her red cherries. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Wang Mei and Wang Xueying exchanged glances, their faces faintly red. If not for the fact that they had long prepared their hearts, steam might've been shooting out of their heads. This man… This Wang Xiao was too unscrupulous. He didn't spare anyone. "Mmmghhh…" Wenxi's legs squeezed together, her body burning, her breath shaky. She was finished. Wang Xiao, intoxicated by her fresh scent of white roses, couldn't help himself. His lips trailed across her face, his hands savoring the softness of her body. He didn't name her his little cotton ball for nothing—she was so plush, so warm… he could just hug her to sleep like this. "Brother, stop bullying her…" Wang Xueying finally spoke, watching Wenxi's misty eyes and trembling lips. If he kept going, this poor girl might really faint. How could such an adorable thing be bullied to death by this bastard? Wenxi saw her chance, her saving grace. With tearful, pleading eyes, she stretched her hands toward Wang Xueying. "Aunt… save me!" Wang Xueying's mouth twitched. …This little thing really knew how to act pitiful. "Pffftt..." A soft chuckle slipped from Wang Mei's lips. "Why are you laughing?" Wang Xueying shot her a look, clearly confused. Wang Mei shook her head, lips curling in amusement. "Nothing… It's just, when I first saw her, she was this cold, untouchable beauty. And now, look at her…" Her gaze landed on Wenxi—her body trembling, her voice reduced to weak, breathless whimpers. Wang Xiao had pushed up her T-shirt, his lips latching onto her soft peaks, his tongue flicking and nibbling as if savoring a rare delicacy. Wenxi's fingers clutched at his shoulders, her body arching against him, helpless under his touch. Her lashes quivered. Her breath hitched. It was getting hard for her to even open her eyes. Wang Mei's words, however, made her jolt. "Ah! No, I'm not cold! Aunt, I—I'm a pitiful child, save me…!" Her voice, laced with desperation, should've sounded convincing. But in this situation? It was laughable. Even Wang Mei's lips twitched. "Pitiful?" She snorted. Wang Xueying blinked, slowly realizing the irony. Back when they first met Wenxi, she had been the distant one—the cold, proud little beauty who barely spoke. Meanwhile, Yue had been far more open, interacting with them naturally. But now? It was the complete opposite. Yue barely spoke unless necessary, staying composed and aloof. And Wenxi? This little thing couldn't stop inviting trouble for herself. She clung to Wang Xiao, wailed for help, and yet the moment he touched her, she melted. The truth was… Wenxi's cold demeanor had never been her real personality. It was a shield—a desperate attempt to keep Wang Xiao from getting angry. She avoided talking to men, even standing too close to other women—she avoided it all. She kept her distance, like an untouchable iceberg. Because she knew. The more he liked them, the more careful they had to be. Wang Xiao was possessive as hell. Loving him was like walking a tightrope over a pit of fire—one misstep, and he'd burn everything down. And the last thing she wanted… Was for him to misunderstand. "Daddy~" Her voice trembled, her eyes pleading, but Wang Xiao only smirked. His thumb pressed against her soft lips before slipping inside. "Would you suck this... or something else?"