Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 685: *Bullying Spree!*

"Humph..."

Wang Xiao left a pouting Eirene behind, her lips pursed like a spoiled kitten who just learned the taste of bullying.

Still, as he stepped away, she lunged, grabbing his sleeve.

"Oh? Weren't you mad at me?" he teased, lips quirking.

"..."

Eirene blinked. Damn. She forgot she was supposed to be angry.

"Not mad," she muttered, avoiding his eyes.

Wang Xiao chuckled. This little thing—barely a meter tall, acting like she could monopolize him? Adorable.

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An hour later, he was still here. He should've left by now. But something nagged at him.

Then it hit him.

"Am I... homeless?"

The strongest man in the world—without a damn home?

Ridiculous. But true.

Romania? Sure, he took that villa after ripping Asmodemus's legacy apart, but that was just a trophy. The Qing Dynasty? That was his mother's place. Here in Xianthera? Every house belonged to a woman, a lover, or a child he fathered.

He'd been couch-surfing through time and space, switching beds like an emperor who forgot to build his own palace.

"Tsk. What a joke."

Then, a thought sparked.

Eleanor.

That woman.

Back in the day, her house was his everything. He trained there, ate there, slept there—on the floor, on her couch, in her bed, inside her—

Ahem. Nostalgia hit.

She was his first real mentor, his first real woman, his first real home.

And now? He barely visited.

"Tch. This is unacceptable."

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Rustle~~

The night draped the pavilion in silver silk, moonlight spilling like wine. A silhouette landed silently, sliding open the glass door of the wooden house.

A gust of wind whispered through. Wang Xiao stepped deeper inside, moving toward a side room. The tatami floor, soft under his feet, stretched out before him—bare. No table, no couch. Just open space, moonlight pooling like liquid jade.

And in the center…

A thick white blanket rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. Two figures beneath it—one mature, elegant, carrying the weight of experience; the other younger, more carefree, but no less breathtaking.

Silver hair glowed in the dark.

Eleanor. And Lanlan.

His woman. And his daughter.

Why were they sleeping here?

Technically, they had a room upstairs. But back when he was younger, he always slept in the living room. Then, when he conquered Eleanor, he conquered her bed. Then came Lanlan—tiny, pink, a natural bed-invader.

At first, everything was fine.

Then the bed got smaller. Or maybe, three people were just too damn big.

So they started sleeping like this—Eleanor claiming it was about discipline, grounding, staying connected to the earth.

But Wang Xiao knew the truth.

This stubborn woman just didn't want to move to a bigger place.

"Ha… What a pain in the ass."

He smiled. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he made himself right at home.

"!!"

Eleanor, who had been sleeping like a serene moonlit fairy, stirred as something heavy pressed down on her. A strange warmth seeped through the quilt, making her breath harsher. Her eyelashes quivered, and her chest rose and fell more rapidly. The weight grew, suffocating yet familiar, until her eyes snapped open in panic.

"—Who—"

"Shhh… You wanna wake her up?"

Her heart skipped. That voice.

"You…"

A heavy, masculine body loomed over her, caging her beneath the quilt. Heat coiled in her belly as she stared at the face she knew all too well. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before her gaze flickered sideways.

Lanlan lay curled up beside her, fast asleep, silver hair splayed across the tatami.

Her eyes shifted toward the window. Still dark.

"When did you come?"

She spoke in a hushed tone, choosing to ignore the fact that he had snuck in like a damn thief—and that his hands were already inside her nightgown, kneading the softness of her chest, slipping the gown off her shoulders.

"Mmm… a minute ago…" he murmured, his lips ghosting over her skin before latching onto a rosy peak. His tongue flicked, teasing, while his other hand slid lower, rubbing, pressing, igniting.

Eleanor bit her lip, her face flushing a deep shade of red. Her fingers curled into the blanket as she stole another glance at Lanlan. Though their daughter was no longer a child, Eleanor had insisted on keeping this part of their relationship private—at least in this household. Unlike his other women, who were accustomed to his unrestrained appetite, Eleanor had drawn a line.

This was the closest Wang Xiao had to a "normal" family. A daughter who just wanted to be a daughter. A wise and obedient wife who knew when to give and when to deny.

And yet, as Wang Xiao's touch grew bolder, teasing the boundaries of her restraint, Eleanor realized—

Tonight, he had no intention of being denied.

"Mmmghhh—!"

The next moment, Eleanor clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her voice as he stripped her bare. Pale, supple legs were spread apart, her body shivering as he entered her.

With each thrust, she trembled, her eyes welling up as she struggled to stay silent. He leaned down, capturing her lips, deepening the kiss while pounding into her harder. Then, with a rough pull, he flipped her onto her knees, forcing her to arch beneath the moonlight.

Her back, slick with sweat, gleamed in the dim glow.

Wang Xiao's grip tightened in her hair as he drove in from behind.

"Ah—"

Eleanor's face flushed red, her moan nearly slipping past her lips before she bit down on her fingers, desperate to keep quiet. Her exhausted body slumped forward, but the position only made her look more sexy—spine curved, hips raised, a sinful, devastating sight.

A perfect grip for him to slam even deeper.

To think the so-called leader of the Ethics Committee could sound so sweet beneath him.

For years, Wang Xiao had fantasized about this moment. Growing up under her care, she had been an untouchable figure—his forbidden fanatsy. And yet, here she was, broken beneath him, yielding to his every whim. frёewebnoѵēl.com

So why should he hold back?

His hands roamed freely, leaving red imprints against her porcelain skin, marking her as his. Eleanor's body jerked and shuddered with each ruthless thrust, her long silver hair swaying wildly, their shadows flickering against the moonlit walls in a mesmerizing, sinful rhythm.

She had never truly denied him anything. Even in his youth, she had spoiled him, always gentle, always indulging, treating him like her most beloved son. Had she known he would grow into this—an unchecked, insatiable monster—perhaps she would have been more cautious.

Too late now.

Strength, will, even his prowess in bed—he had surpassed her in every way.

By the time dawn's first light crept through the window, he had filled her countless times, her exhausted body collapsing in shameful defeat. She pulled the blanket over her flushed face, refusing to meet his gaze.

Wang Xiao slid to the side… then, without hesitation, reached for the next one.

A man on a rampage.

Eleanor, still half-conscious, saw his movements. Her expression flickered—something between exasperation and resignation—before she sighed, closed her eyes, and decided…

Sleep was the better option.

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"Dad?"

Lanlan, lost in slumber, stirred as her eyelids scrunched before snapping open. A jolt ran through her body—two strong, hot hands had clamped around her from behind, pressing her into a hard, muscular chest. The scent was clear.

She didn't even need to turn around.