Deviant: No Longer Human

"Father, hug!"

Ji Xuehong's voice rang out again, this time more insistent.

"..."

Wang Xiao stared at her with a complicated expression, hesitating for a moment before finally standing up.

With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her.

A delicate, almost ethereal scent filled his senses—like white lilies on a cool spring breeze. It was soft and subtle, a different contrast to the fierce warrior she usually portrayed.

Her hands slid up his back, gripping him gently. She rested her face against his shoulder, her eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Wang Xiao stiffened slightly as her chest pressed against him, the softness of her breasts suprising him.

They were being squashed between them, and for a split second, he couldn't help but notice the sensation.

He swallowed, suddenly aware that she likely wasn't wearing anything under the tight t-shirt, the thin fabric offering no barrier between her and him.

The intimate closeness made heat rise to his face, but Ji Xuehong remained still, her hold warm and almost... comforting.

For once, there was no pretense, no armor—just a simple moment between them.

"Fiona, are you... alright?" Wang Xiao's voice was soft, almost hesitant, masking the guilt he had long buried.

He should have asked her this a long time ago.

One of the reasons he had never punished them too severely was the creeping guilt he had.

If he had given them—Fiona and the others—a bit more attention, if he hadn't left everything in Eveline's hands, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Maybe they would have been better, stronger, less... broken.

He had always trusted Eveline to handle it, but deep down, he knew that his own distance had been part of the problem.

"En," Ji Xuehong nodded, her cheeks flushed faintly, a hint of excitement shimmering in her eyes.

As they separated, Wang Xiao noticed her quick glance downward, almost shy, and he felt a wave of confusion wash over him. Was she really this excited just from a simple hug?

The cold, impassive killer, showing emotion?

"..."

He smiled bitterly, his hand lifting almost instinctively to brush against her delicate face. Her skin was soft, smooth like polished jade beneath his fingers. Ji Xuehong blinked in surprise at his touch, her usually guarded eyes softening for just a moment.

For someone so lethal, so unshakable, seeing her like this left Wang Xiao even more at a loss.

Without the armour, she was just so delicate he flet.

"??"

Ji Xuehong's eyes widened in surprise as Wang Xiao pulled her closer, his arms wrapping firmly around her soft waist.

Before she could react, he gently tugged her backward, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling her with him.

Her body tensed as he rested his face against her chest, his embrace tightening, almost as if seeking comfort in her warmth.

The softness of her body pressed against him, and for a moment, there was no movement, just the quiet rhythm of their breathing.

Ji Xuehong, uncharacteristically flustered, hesitated.

She had never seen this side of him before. In her eyes, he was supreme, like an idol—the man who commanded the whole sky alone and crushed enemies without a second thought, now holding her as if she were an anchor in his storm.

Her hands hovered uncertainly before she slowly rested them on his back, her heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

"Hm?" Wang Xiao's eyes snapped open as he felt a shift. He glanced up to see Fiona, or rather Ji Xuehong, tugging her t-shirt down, revealing her smooth, milky-white shoulders—skin so pale it seemed untouched by the sun.

"Fiona?" he said, a trace of confusion in his voice.

Ji Xuehong froze, her fingers halting, her face turning a shade of crimson. Her eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze, as if she had made some sort of mistake.

'Did she think I meant something else?' Wang Xiao wondered, suppressing a laugh. It was rare to see her, the ruthless and ever-controlled warrior, showing such weak actions.

He couldn't resist chuckling, his voice low and amused.

"Fiona, do you want to sleep with daddy...?" His tone was teasing as he leaned forward, pressing his face between her supple breasts, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

Ji Xuehong's face flushed even deeper, her lips parting but no words came out.

She was caught, speechless.

Wang Xiao, still grinning, pulled her closer, lifting her onto his lap, her slender body fitting perfectly against his.

His hand slid up to her face, his thumb gently caressing her soft cheek. He tilted her chin slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze, a mix of playful adoration and curiosity in his eyes.

"Are you angry at me, Fiona?" Wang Xiao asked suddenly, his voice soft but probing.

Ji Xuehong's long lashes fluttered, startled by the question.

She shook her head, denying it without hesitation.

"Not angry at all? About anything?" Wang Xiao repeated, his suspicion growing as he narrowed his eyes.

Her eyes blinked, as if she were searching her mind for something—anything—to be upset about. But then, with the same quiet determination, she shook her head again.

"..."

Wang Xiao was left speechless.

The way she kept avoiding his gaze made his heart stir, confusion giving way to something else entirely.

Her refusal to meet his eyes, the subtle flush on her face—it all seemed to evoke a primal reaction in him.

Without thinking, his hands moved on their own. He grabbed her face gently, cupping it between his palms. His thumbs brushed over her crimson lips, the softness of them making his breath stop for a moment.

They felt warm, tender... inviting.

"Mmm~!"

Ji Xuehong let out a soft, muffled sound of surprise as Wang Xiao leaned in, closing the distance between them. His lips pressed against hers, the suddenness of it sending a jolt through her.

Her heart raced wildly in her chest, as if trying to escape.

For a brief moment, she froze, her mind blank as his warmth overtook her senses.

"Mnnngh~~"

"Mmmmmmmmmm~"

Wang Xiao, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions he hadn't anticipated, acted on pure impulse, pushing Ji Xuehong down onto the bed.

Thud!

In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the threats from transcendent beings, nor the enemies in the shadows.

The only thing that filled his mind was the delicate body in his arms.

Everything else could wait.

With a single sweep of his divine sense, he blanketed the room, ensuring that no one could disturb them.

The world outside ceased to exist.

All that remained was them.

Ji Xuehong squirmed beneath him, her pale, delicate face flushed as red as a ripe tomato, her breathing ragged and uneven.

His tongue slid deeper into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste, feeding the fire that burned inside him.

Her hands, so fragile and hesitant now, pressed weakly against his chest.

For a moment, it was as if those same hands had never wielded a sword or spilled rivers of blood.