Deviant: No Longer Human

On the top floor, the scene before him was nothing short of shocking. Both of them stood there, completely naked.

Wang Ling was shamelessly crouching on all fours, her panting breaths filling the place.

And there, behind her, was Wang Sheng, their own bloodline connecting them, shamelessly thrusting into her.

Wang Xiao held no regard for his paternal siblings, but this revelation took him aback.

How could Wang Ling have sunk so low?

As he looked at her, he couldn't help but admit to himself how unattractive she appeared.

It disgusted him to think that he had once considered them people.

No, he wasn't exaggerating.

His eyes had been accustomed to the enchanting beauty of fairy-like sisters, and Wang Ling was nowhere near.

Her face was below average, her body lacking the alluring curves he was accustomed to.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Wang Xiao expressed his disdain, declaring that these two, Wang Ling and Wang Sheng, were better off dead.

He had no use for such repulsive creatures.

Qian Ruixin, on the other hand, was a far superior choice in his eyes.

However, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, acknowledging the mistakes he had made as Wang Xiao at that time.

As he reminisced, a wave of shock washed over him when both of them suddenly turned around and discovered his younger self standing there, they visibly frightened and froze.

The younger Wang Xiao smirked menacingly, and what followed was a horrifying sequence of blackmail and cruelty.

Wang Xiao ruthlessly violated Wang Ling, while taunting and tormenting Wang Sheng in front of him, before callously leaving them to their own devices.

That fateful encounter marked the last communication Wang Xiao had with them.

As the dream concluded, his eyes were filled with disgust for the person he used to be.

He yearned to erase any trace of that incident, knowing that it could never be revealed to the public.

The mere thought of having any record of engaging in physical relations with such below average looking woman, tarnished his image and reputation.

The only solution that occupied his mind was the elimination of those two, ensuring that the dark secrets remained buried forever.

... In the next upcoming decade, a tragic fate awaited Wang Ling and Wang Sheng. One fateful day, while driving along a mountain road, their lives took a sudden and unexpected turn.

*Boom!*

Their car was mercilessly struck by a truck, propelling them into a deep valley where their lifeless bodies were eventually discovered.

The future had been sealed, just as Wang Xiao had planned when he intended to rid himself of their existence forever.

No one ever came to know the truth behind the tragic accident. Their grandparents had already passed away, along with their parents, leaving no one to question the circumstances.

Everything was carefully orchestrated by Wang Xiao, ensuring that his dark secret remained buried.

As the dream continued, Wang Xiao reveled in his own laughter and smiles.

His focus shifted from the past to the present, as he boldly barged inside the world of the Velvet Shadows, where he would encounter Lin Xue for the first time.

With the pleasure of sex bestowed upon him for the first time by Wang Ling, Wang Xiao's hunger only grew.

He sought out the brothels, where destiny led him to Lin Xue.

Time continued to pass, and Wang Xiao found himself reliving his own life through the recollection of memories, as his story unfolded before him once again.

However, the dream soon ended, and instead of waking up, Wang Xiao found himself standing in the midst of darkness.

"Hm? Not ended yet?" he wondered aloud. Typically, by this point, he should have awakened, gradually forgetting the vivid scenes of the dream. Why, then, did the dream persist, refusing to release its grip on him?

The oppressive silence stretched on until he detected the faint sound of footsteps.

"..."

"..."

Each passing second heightened the unnerving quiet until, unexpectedly, a haunting laughter echoed through the void.

"Haha...."

??

Wang Xiao frowned, the eerie laughter echoing in the darkness. The footsteps grew louder with each passing moment. As his narrowed eyes focused on the source, a sudden chill ran down his spine, enveloping his body in an unexplainable coldness.

"What is that...?"

In the oppressive shroud of darkness, a ghostly figure, clad in an otherworldly white, gradually approached Wang Xiao.

The obscurity obscured the entity's features, leaving an unsettling ambiguity.

As the apparition drew closer, a skeletal form materialized, holding an ominous scythe in its bony grasp.

The air grew thick with an intangible dread, and Wang Xiao's senses braced for an impending confrontation with the unknown.

!!

In a sudden and chilling sequence, the spectral scythe seamlessly sliced through the void, meeting Wang Xiao's defenseless neck with a cruel precision.

*Thud...*

His head, severed from its corporeal vessel, descended through his own ethereal form, leaving a gruesome tableau in its path.

Crimson tendrils of blood erupted, casting an unsettling contrast against the spectral pallor of the scene.

The ghostly entity, now revealed as a figure with a shaking scythe, seemed to resemble laughing at his demise, and Wang Xiao's final gaze bore witness to his own lifeless white eyes reflecting an unimaginable horror.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

In the tangible realm of wakefulness, Wang Xiao's features twisted in agony, his face adorned with the evidence of exertion—a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin.

With a primal cry, his lips parted, releasing a scream echoing the horror that had unfolded in the dream, synchronized with the moment the spectral scythe cleaved through his neck.

"!!"

The piercing scream reverberated through the room, jolting Xinyue Zhilan from her peaceful slumber. "Xiao!?" In an instant, she pivoted, her hand reaching out to offer solace to his distressed countenance.

"Xiao? What happened?" The tendrils of sleep swiftly dissipated from her features, replaced by genuine concern etched across her face.

"..."

A haunting silence enveloped the room, Wang Xiao's eyes clamped shut, entwined in the grip of an unseen dream.

"... Is he dreaming?" she pondered, her expression darkening with an uneasy worry.

What kind of dream could elicit such a loud scream?

Acting on instinct, she pulled him close, enveloping his form in the protective cocoon of the blanket. His face found sanctuary between her comforting breasts, a tangible shield against the intangible terrors that lingered.

"..."

*Thump!*

*Thump!*

Wang Xiao was wide awake, a stark alertness coursing through him. Concealing the extent of his consciousness from Xinyue Zhilan, he grappled with the challenge of explaining or understanding the turmoil within.

The fact that his face was nestled between her breasts became irrelevant as the rhythmic thumping of his heart drowned out all other sensations.

'F-Fear?'

The emotion registered in his mind, a psychological landscape now dominated by an overwhelming sense of — fear.

Wang Xiao's eyes opened, fixating on the proximity of her breasts, yet his gaze seemed vacant—lost in a mental labyrinth.

His heart echoed the turmoil within, a pulsating drumbeat of anxiety as he grappled with the aftermath of his haunting dream.

'But why?'

Amidst the disarray of his thoughts, Wang Xiao struggled to decipher the meaning of the dream.

Everything appeared ordinary, save for the fragment that had left him in disarray. Questions crowded his mind—what did it all mean?

Why envision his own demise?

And why, of all things, by the hands of a reaper?

Wang Xiao's eyes bore a seriousness that betrayed the inner turmoil.

Unable to untangle the mystery, he succumbed to the lure of sleep once more, the questions lingering as silent companions in the recesses of his subconscious.

________

11th January, 10 am.

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Wang Xiao descended the stairs, a routine breakfast awaiting him.

Just as he began to indulge in his morning meal, Xinyue Zhilan couldn't suppress her concern any longer.

"Wang Xiao, did you have a bad dream yesterday?"

The toast in Wang Xiao's hand seemed to stick in his throat momentarily, but he managed to calmly shake his head. Swallowing the morsel, he replied, "No, why are you asking that, Mom?"

Xinyue Zhilan scrutinized his face, a mother's intuition probing for unspoken truths.

After a brief moment, she revealed, "In the night, you yelled very loudly. I thought you were having a nightmare."

"Did I?" Wang Xiao feigned innocence, concealing the turmoil within.

A nod from Xinyue Zhilan followed, and she nonchalantly moved on, offering a solution, "If you have problems sleeping alone, you can either come and sleep with me, or your sisters... No need to force yourself." With those words, she left the place.

Wang Xiao's eyes glinted with the realization of newfound flexibility.

Could this mean he could openly invite Xueying to share his room?

As his gaze shifted toward her, Wang Xueying, seated nearby, shot him a warning look.

Her squinted eyes communicated a clear message—discourage any inappropriate thoughts.

_______

"Hey, isn't it too much?"

Wang Xueying spoke, shooting him a questioning look as she entered his room, and he closed the door behind them.