Deviant: No Longer Human

"Not this one..."

A melodic voice, soft as a spring breeze through cherry blossoms, barely stirred the air of the vast library.

She moved like a serpent through tall grass, hips swaying in a rhythm both slow and deliberate. Silver hair, tied high in a flowing ponytail, gleamed in the dim light, framing her features—sharp and delicate, as if carved by the gods themselves.

"Not this one either..." she muttered, lips curling into a dissatisfied pout.

The white blouse she wore strained against her chest, barely able to contain the full, size of her majestic peaks. The top buttons were carelessly undone, giving a brazen glimpse of cleavage—round, soft, and unapologetically inviting, like two snow-capped peaks daring someone to climb them.

Her black leather skirt hugged her hips tight, showing off an ass that could make monks forget their vows. It shone under the low light, every step making the fabric gleam like wet ink.

She knew exactly what she was doing, every movement calculated, dripping with sensual confidence.

Her stockings shimmered, hugging her long legs, teasing the eye with every shift of weight.

The crimson bow at her swan like neck, bold and lusty, contrasted sharply with the rest of her immaculate appearance—an invitation amid the purity, like a red lotus blooming in untouched snow.

The library around her was a temple of dust and forgotten wisdom, shelves stretching endlessly into shadow. Shafts of light broke through the high windows, casting a golden glow over the space.

Fireflies drifted lazily, their dim flickers like the last breaths of dying stars.

The scent of old parchment hung lazyly in the air, mingling with her perfume—something sweet, floral, but with an edge, like honey hiding poison.

Her fingers, tipped with nails sharp and red as blood, paused over a thick, leather-bound tome. She slid it from the shelf, holding it up to her face, lips pursed. But after a moment, she tossed it back with a snort.

"Useless," she spat under her breath, "The audacity to call this a 'comprehensive' study of psychokinesis. Doesn't even mention the fourth-dimensional spatial fold... Idiots..."

With a sigh, she turned, leaning against the desk with casual elegance, though the look in her eyes was anything but patient.

Her body did most of the talking—legs crossed, one heel dangling lazily from her foot, fingers drumming against the polished wood.

Her breasts rose and fell in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the exposed skin practically sparkling like a smooth jade in the dim light.

She looked like trouble. The kind that men whispered about and women envied.

The library stretched endlessly before her, a maze of ancient knowledge, but none of it was enough.

Not yet.

And she wasn't the type to leave unsatisfied.

..

"When did you start cursing?"

The sudden voice made Xuelan flinch. She whipped around, her eyes widening as she saw a face she hadn't expected for another few years.

"Eh?" Her surprise was evident. Wang Xiao stood there, casual as ever. She hadn't seen him since he disappeared on one of his endless journeys.

Rising from her seat, her gaze moved over him from head to toe, lingering just long enough to make Wang Xiao's eyebrow twitch.

"Lanlan, I usually prefer to be the one inspecting women, not being inspected like a side of beef..." His voice was light, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

Xuelan squinted at him, her suspicion growing. "Then try not to inspect every woman you pass on the street..." Her crimson lips curled into a slight pout, the fire in her words betraying a long-standing annoyance.

Wang Xiao chuckled, moving toward her with that easy, confident gait she knew all too well. "Oh? But I wasn't even here. How could I be molesting the women who live in this library?" He perched himself on the edge of her desk as if he owned the place, causing her eyes to narrow, though she said nothing.

Xuelan folded her arms, settling back in her chair. "That's the thing. I was nineteen when you left. Now I'm twenty-two, and I honestly thought you wouldn't come back. You know, after you took your two 'cotton balls' and vanished..." Her words dripped with sarcasm, but there was a flicker of something resentment beneath them.

Suppressing a laugh, Wang Xiao leaned in closer, his face dangerously near the generous valley of her exposed cleavage. Without a word, he reached out and buttoned her blouse, his fingers working swiftly. "Even if no one visits this dusty old library, you can't just walk around dressed like that."

"..." Xuelan blinked, startled by his words.

Her eyes darted down to her outfit, then back to Wang Xiao's face with awkwardness.

He gave her a once-over, from the black leather skirt to the shimmering stockings.

With an exaggerated sigh, he shook his head. "Who taught you to dress like this? It can't be Eleanor... She knows how to hide the goods, unlike someone..." His voice was full of suspicion.

Eleanor, her mother, was refined, elegant, the type to wear stockings under layers—never so openly or provocatively.

And Xuelan's current attire? Well, it certainly wasn't the discreet type.

"..." Xuelan's cheeks flushed a light shade of red, the embarrassment creeping up her neck.

"Don't ignore my question," she said sharply, deflecting his scrutiny.

Wang Xiao leaned back, "Don't ignore mine either."

...

"It was Yan..." Xuelan muttered under her breath.

Her library was her sanctuary—only a handful of women ever came and went, mostly female servants she'd hired over the years. Of course, a few had been harassed by Wang Xiao in the past, so she promptly fired them.

Her father was a walking disaster in that regard. Even Eleanor was unsure which of her servants had ended up in his bed and which hadn't. The mess he left behind always gave Xuelan a headache, especially since she had to manage the weddings and political affairs in Xianthera.

"Liar!"

A sudden swirl of black mist materialized beside Wang Xiao, a smooth jade-like hand with perfectly straight fingers pointing accusingly at Xuelan.

Xuelan's eyes narrowed. "If you hadn't burned all my clothes while I was bathing yesterday, I wouldn't have had to break into your lab and steal yours."

The hand visibly trembled, as if Xuelan had committed a crime punishable by death. "You dared step into my laboratory without permission?" Yan's voice, shrill with outrage, seemed to echo from the mist, every syllable filled with indignation.

Wang Xiao sighed, glancing at the two. He adored beautiful women, and both of his daughters were the epitome of that beauty. The problem was, they never stopped talking, especially when they started fighting.

He lazily swatted at the mist, causing it to dissipate with a faint "poof."

"Daddy, let me teach her a less—" Yan's voice cut off mid-sentence as Xuelan shot a glare toward the remaining wisp of mist.

"Go ahead," Xuelan's tone was cool, daring Yan to continue. "Next time, I'll make sure your lab is on fire, not just your wardrobe."

Wang Xiao groaned internally.

He could tolerate a lot, but these two could argue for hours without taking a breath.