Deviant: No Longer Human

In the Unknown Void!

Within a castle that shimmered with an eerie, otherworldly light, Wang Xiao moved with silent grace through the shadowed corridors.

As he approached a door, the air seemed to whizzle with ancient secrets.

He opened it, stepping into a chamber where darkness clung to every corner like a jealous lover.

After a few deliberate footsteps, he halted.

"You may come out with me," he commanded, his voice resonating with a quiet authority, directed toward the obscured depths of the room.

A breath passed, and then, like a whisper on the wind, a figure began to coalesce from the shadows.

She emerged with a beauty that could make the moon weep with envy, yet her beautiful face was marred by a ghostly paleness that clung to her like a shadow.

Her eyes, once brilliant as autumn stars, were now dimmed, holding a sorrowful depth that stirred the heart.

Her once radiant skin had faded to an alabaster hue, tinged with a sickly hue, as if life itself was slowly abandoning her.

Despite her frailty, there was an undeniable elegance in her movements, a lingering trace of the enchanting woman she had once been.

But now, she was a fallen flower, her petals wilted by the cruel hand of fate.

Her lips, pale and trembling, curved into a faint, mocking smile as she spoke, her voice laced with a fragile contempt, "You do not fear taking me out with you...?"

Wang Xiao's gaze remained on her fragile yet beautiful figure. "You and your daughters are still under house arrest. Only you will accompany me outside. You need only follow my commands." He paused, his voice growing colder. "And if you try anything extra, I will kill you this time."

Eveline's eyes flickered with a glimmer of old defiance, yet it quickly dissolved into a look of quiet resignation.

She was a bird with clipped wings, her spirit dulled by years of captivity.

Once, Eveline had been a woman of great charm and power.

But a single misstep had cast her into the abyss.

For years, she and her daughters had been confined within the cold walls of this castle, never again feeling the warmth of the sun.

But today, Wang Xiao had sensed a disturbance in the world beyond, and with Mary watching over his daughters, he saw a use for Eveline once more.

In the realm of Xianthera, Eveline was of no use; he could make better use of her as his assistant.

The thought of her betraying him again was laughable.

She was far too weakened, her once formidable strength now but a memory, doomed to fail as she had before.

The event that led to her downfall had also mercifully halted her once-unstoppable breeding spree.

Now, Eveline was left with only fourteen children, and no new life had stirred within her for the past six years.

She was a faded beauty, a broken reed swaying in the wind—pitiful, yet still retaining a tragic charm that could stir even the coldest of hearts.

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28th August, 2031, Frostgard!

Icelandic View Resort!

The wedding guests, who had initially settled within the city, were hastily relocated to a secluded resort after a sudden attack.

What was meant to be a calm transition turned into a rushed exodus.

The resort's perimeter, now heavily guarded, was patrolled by elite deviants, replacing the usual security.

Despite the ongoing investigation, Wang Xiao was determined not to let the event be ruined.

Special forces vans were parked strategically around the area, with a military base only a few kilometers away, providing a sense of security.

The resort itself was a luxurious haven, with each villa boasting a private pool, merging traditional woodwork with modern elegance.

Palm trees lined the private beach, their leaves rustling softly as the wedding preparations were underway.

The sprawling grounds could easily accommodate thousands, though the guest list was much smaller, just a few hundred.

Inside the bride's villa, chaos reigned supreme!

Dresses were scattered across the floor, and chatter filled the air with an air of temptation, lightly dressed girls sprawled all across showing their long legs and beautiful bodies.

Amidst this scene, Wang Jiarong sat on a wooden stool in front of a large mirror, exuding an aura of casualness

Her long, slender legs were crossed seductively, one leg draped over the other, creating an effortless yet provocative pose.

The subtle shift of her legs caused the hem of her outfit to rise slightly, revealing a tempting glimpse of her creamy, smooth thighs.

Her dark hair was styled in a loose, artful bun, with a few strands rebelliously framing her exquisite face. The white, form-fitting top clung to her voluptuous figure, emphasizing the generous curve of her small waist.

The fabric wrapped tightly around her soft, full breasts, pushing them upwards just enough to make them irresistibly inviting, a sight that could steal the breath of anyone who glanced her way.

Her skin, flawless and radiant, contrasted beautifully with the white fabric, glowing with a warmth that seemed to invite a touch.

As she bit into an apple, her rose-tinted lips curled into a slight pout, a gesture that made her look both innocent and temptingly dangerous. "Not good at all... too tight," she murmured, her voice soft yet decisive.

"Mmm..." Her juicy lips, slightly parted, were enough to make anyone crave a taste.

The room, filled exclusively with women, was suffused with a seductive fragrance with every breath.

In the absence of men, everyone was dressed casually, their defenses lowered, creating an atmosphere of sweetness.

"Rui, try this one!" called out Lingling, a petite beauty with a lively spirit, sitting causally above a plush white sheets of the bed.

Standing at just 160 cm, Lingling had a striking presence despite her small stature.

She was a true legal loli, with a cute round face and large, expressive eyes that sparkled with mischief.

Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, framing her slender waist and petite frame.

But it was her most impressive bust, which contrasted with her otherwise delicate appearance, that often left people in awe.

She was a perfect blend of innocence and sensuality, her figure curvaceous yet petite, making her a truly captivating sight.

As Lingling tossed the red dress to Qian Ruixin, she teased, her voice playful and light, "Come on, Rui! You'll look stunning in this one!"

Qian Ruixin, coming out of the dressing room, stared around the plush bed and couch, scattered clothes all around, her friends cousins just scattered across casually sitting one at each corner.

She sighed as she bent her waist to pick up the dress.

Unlike Jiarong's overt sensuality, Ruixin possessed an ethereal beauty that grew more captivating the longer one gazed at her.

Her figure was elegant and perfectly proportioned, with gentle curves that went along with her grace and slender body.

She had the kind of beauty that wasn't just about physical appearance; it was in the way she moved, the way she smiled.

Her skin was like the finest jade—smooth, cool to the touch, and glowing with a natural radiance.

Her hair, long and lustrous, was tied loosely in a cloud bun, with a few strands escaping to frame her delicate face.

As she bent to pick up the dress that had landed on her smooth toes, all eyes were drawn to her.

"Hah... You're guys really treating me like a dress-up doll," she muttered with a playful smile, her voice soft but tinged with amusement.