Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 679: Rewriting the Myth!

"Let them all leave..."

"Huh?"

Selene's face was as red as a peach in summer. Sitting on his lap, she trembled now and then, her body betraying her, as his hands roamed over her chest, kneading the soft flesh like he was checking the ripeness of divine fruit.

His face pressed against her, his lips mapping her skin, stealing kisses over and over, teasing her neck at the same time like a mischievous rogue who knew exactly how to rob her of her senses.

She was used to this side of him. Wang Xiao never held back near her—why would he? A man like him was the kind to plunder first and ask questions later.

His hands sent fire coursing through her core, but it was his words that jolted her awake.

"Let them leave...?"

She glanced toward the shadows. A bunch of nosy bastards peeked through the cracks, their eyes flickering between curiosity and shame—shamelessly curious, more like.

Selene's gaze darkened.

"Let them go," Wang Xiao murmured, lips brushing her cheek. "I'll handle your mother—she won't be disobedient anymore. As for them, they've learned enough."

He sealed his words with a kiss, Selene's lashes fluttering as she instinctively tilted her head, but those dishonest hands weren't slowing down.

They had their own agenda.

In truth, Wang Xiao wasn't even that mad at those peeping fools. It was their damn mother who needed correction. But if he didn't teach them a lesson, they'd get ideas. Now? He figured letting them scurry off was fine—so long as Eveline remembered her place.

Selene hummed. If he said so, then so be it.

Then it hit her—those curious creatures were still watching.

She whipped her head around, eyes sharp as blades, but those prying gazes remained glued in place.

...Were they taking notes?!

She felt helpless. And just a tiny bit shy.

"Lord Father… They're staring."

Selene's voice carried a whimper of complaint, her body snug against his as he lifted her effortlessly—like she was weightless, like she belonged in his arms.

A twist of his wrist, and she was face-to-face with him, her legs instinctively locking around his waist. Her breath came slow, uneven, her eyes flickering with unease.

"Then let them stare."

Wang Xiao's voice was low, lazy, amused. His gaze locked onto her face, flushed a sinful shade of red. Her skin was pale, impossibly soft—on her, even the faintest hint of embarrassment was like an invitation.

Her lips—thin, pink, trembling—quivered like they were begging to be sucked swollen. She hesitated, and Wang Xiao only smiled, cupping her cheek with one hand, while the other roamed down and took a generous handful of her ass.

He kneaded. He held. But he didn't move further.

He liked them a little nervous.

Still, he couldn't help himself. His tone turned teasing, "Don't you girls miss me or what? I never once heard you say it."

"Huh?" Selene blinked, her mind short-circuiting for a second. "You told me to stay here and keep an eye on them..."

His eyes narrowed, skeptical.

Selene bit her lip. Next thing she knew, she was leaning in, pressing her lips against his—a clumsy, desperate attempt to distract him.

But he was faster.

He caught her, pulled her in harder, and sank his teeth into the kiss, taking his damn time, tasting every bit of her. His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her, drinking her in.

Heat roared through him. His grip tightened. His hands, which had been still, started moving.

They missed him. Of course, they did.

But say it?

Words were cheap. Actions didn't lie.

Just like Wang Xiao—who claimed he didn't give a damn, but right now? His grip, his kiss, the way he was pulling her tighter, deeper, rougher—said otherwise.

He looked like a man starving.

And she was the only meal in sight.

Slurp… Slurp…

A messy, wet sound echoed, tongues tangling.

Wang Xiao loved this daughter of his—Selene. He had women, plenty of them, but she? She was different. Not just another body to conquer, not just another soft place to lay his desires. He couldn't put it into words, but he felt it.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her, owning her. Sweet. Addictive. Her lips were hot, wet, and trembling, her small gasps swallowed whole as he bit down, sucked, kissed deeper.

Her thighs clenched around his waist.

A shudder ran through her.

"Mmm… Ah..." Her voice was a whisper, her fingers gripping his shoulders like she'd collapse if she let go.

And then—suddenly—she hugged to him harder. Her arms locked around his neck, breath ragged, a plea hidden in her voice.

"… Give it to me…"

His fingers stilled.

His grip on her waist tightened.

And then he laughed. The kind that sent shivers crawling down her spine.

"So impatient." His voice dripped amusement, hands still exploring, slow and deliberate.

Selene's cheeks flared a deep crimson. She tried looking away, but his grip on her chin forced her eyes to meet his.

"You told me I could do whatever I want," he murmured, thumb brushing the corner of her lips. "But suddenly, you're the one giving commands?"

She bit her lip.

Her legs tensed around his, pressing tighter against his waist.

"You left me for six years," she muttered, voice quiet, but the grievance in her tone was clear.

Wang Xiao smiled gently. "Six years isn't that long, is it? If I disappear again… will you still wait for me?"

She froze. A flash of something—fear, longing—crossed her face.

Then she kissed him.

No hesitation. No restraint.

Lips crushed against his, hands desperate as they tangled in his hair, pulled him closer, dragged him down.

A fire ignited.

Wang Xiao's tongue pounced into her sweet cherry mouth, his hands scooping her up effortlessly. His hands roamed under her gown, fingers grazing bare, heated skin.

"Mnngh…!"

His thumb stroked her inner thigh, inching up.

He chuckled against her lips. "Didn't even deny it."

Her cheeks burned hotter, but she didn't move away.

Selene wasn't like the others.

Her sisters had been trained to serve him. Taught that it was their duty to warm his bed.

But her?

She would do this even if no one told her to.

She would crawl into his arms, let him take her, surrender everything—because she wanted him.

Not because he was her father.

Because she wanted him as a man.

She knew him. Other men who would sell their women, trade their daughters like livestock for power and gold.

But Wang Xiao?

He gave them freedom. He never took away their choices.

And yet…

Even as his hands roamed freely, fingers digging into her softest places, lips grazing her throat, his heat searing into her like an unspoken promise—

She didn't want this freedom.

She wanted him.

All the freedom in the world meant nothing if she couldn't have him.

And the way he grabbed her—The way he held her, teased her, toyed with her like she was something only he was allowed to break—

He wanted her too.

Badly.

Her glassy eyes met his—hot, desperate.

Two silent tears slid down her face—not from sadness, not from pain, but from something deeper.

Release.

The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing the wait had been worth it.

The ache of waiting—worth it.

The fire of longing—worth it.

Wang Xiao met her gaze, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. How had this girl fallen so hard for him?

Frankly, he felt a little guilty. Years apart. Forgotten in the haze of time. His sense of time wasn't like others—days, months, years… they blurred. He left her alone, and yet here she was, looking at him like he was her everything.

And what she felt…

It was different. Deeper. Stronger. Something he wasn't sure he deserved.

A woman's deepest craving.

The kind of yearning that only comes once in a lifetime.

And somehow, against all odds—

It belonged to him.

The kind of devotion that made a woman lose all reason.

If he asked her now—right now—

She wouldn't hesitate.

She'd strip herself bare, strip her sisters bare, and throw them all into his arms.

That was the depth of a woman's desire.

Men might crave and devour, but women worshipped.

Unlike men, a woman could only love one man in her lifetime.

Even after losing him, even after being defiled, broken, shattered into pieces—

Her soul would still belong to him.

Because men love with their bodies.

But women?

Women love with their souls.

And once they give their minds to someone, no matter what happens—no matter how much you ruin her, corrupt her, tear her apart—

You will never change her heart.

Wang Xiao couldn't recall if he had ever done something in the past to leave such a deep imprint on this girl's soul.

Did he?

His mind wandered, digging through the years, the memories, the women—

But the second his gaze fell back on her, all thoughts snapped.

Because she was staring.

Eyes desperate, lips slightly parted.

Anticipation.

A woman who had waited too long.

A woman who wasn't asking for patience.

She was asking for him.

"??"

Abruptly, Wang Xiao patted her back, motioning for her to get up.

Selene froze, her anticipation shattering into disbelief. She looked up at him, surprised… disappointed.

Her lips twitched into a stiff smile, but her eyes betrayed her—a silent plea, a quiet heartbreak.

Not today, then?

If she spoke, she might just start crying.

"Go back to your room, take a bath, dress up, and wait for me."

She froze.

Her heart leaped.

His next words lit a fire inside her.

"Hmm…"

Selene understood immediately, her disappointment vanishing like mist in the sun. She nodded quickly, obediently, her steps light as she turned away.

A foolish little smile played on her lips.

Wang Xiao watched her go, shaking his head at her childlike excitement. But just as she was about to disappear—

Thud.

Selene bumped into someone.

She blinked, glancing up, expecting one of her sisters.

Instead, she was met with a woman she had never seen before.

A beautiful woman with snow-white hair and deep, crystalline eyes.

Selene's expression shifted. "Huh… You are?"

The stranger studied her, eyes calm, gentle—yet mysterious.

"You are Eveline's daughter?"

Her voice was soft. Too soft.

Selene hesitated. "Hmm..."

She glanced back at Wang Xiao—he didn't react.

That meant this wasn't an intruder.

No one could enter this place without his command.

So… who was she?

Aurora's eyes flickered with something deep, almost melancholic.

She observed Selene from head to toe.

Among all of Artemis' daughters, she resembled Artemis the most.

The same piercing eyes. The same hidden arrogance behind them.

For Aurora, this scene was too familiar.

A memory overlapped with reality.

Wang Xiao was sitting there, just like before.

The setting was the same.

The only difference?

Last time, it was Artemis standing in Selene's place, holding a blade to Zeus' throat—ready to kill.

Now?

Selene stood there, not with rage, but with devotion.

Aurora's chest tightened.

The reality hit her like a slap.

Why was her own daughter punishing her for the past?

She had just met her own daughter—Celestine—and wanted to bring her to Wang Xiao. Athene did not stop her and allowed her to see the daughter who had grown into a woman, but things had not gone as she had hoped.

Why couldn't her own daughter be like Selene?

Aurora swallowed her emotions, forcing herself to remain composed.

Then, without thinking—she reached out and pinched Selene's face.

Selene flinched.

Aurora's lips curved faintly. "Go. Don't make him wait."

Then, she leaned in and whispered something.

Selene's eyes widened.

Her face flushed red.

Without another word, she spun on her heels, rushing toward the castle—short, quick steps betraying her excitement.

Aurora watched her disappear.

Her fingers curled slightly.

And for a moment, Aurora couldn't tell if she was more bitter—

Or just a little bit jealous.

If chains hadn't bound her for years, if fate had been kinder, perhaps Celestine would stand in Selene's place—waiting, devoted, desperate to belong.

She let out a soft sigh, watching Selene's figure disappear.

"What did you do to this girl...?"

Her voice carried no blame—only curiosity.

She followed Selene's short yet hurried steps with her gaze and chuckled. If this girl were any less trained, any less grown-up, she would probably be skipping on her feet in excitement.

"Honestly… " Wang Xiao leaned back, rubbing his jaw with a helpless smile. "… I have no idea."

It was strange.

Of all the women under his lineage—his daughters, his lovers—the ones he spent the least time with were the ones most attached to him.

Logically, it made no sense. He had barely paid attention to them. He had spent most of his time with:

His and Amelia's daughter.

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His and Eleanor's daughter.

Anran's daughters.

The Eveline side? He had largely ignored them.

And that neglect had bred resentment.

Resentment that his other daughters bore the brunt of.

Yet, ironically, the one he spent the least time with...

Seemed to love him the most.