Deviant: No Longer Human

10th January, 8:00 pm.

Wang Xiao found solace within the cocoon of a thick blanket, the room shrouded in darkness.

The soft glow of his phone illuminated his face as he idly scrolled through its contents.

In this intimate moment of quiet, an unexpected intrusion shattered the tranquility—a knock echoed against his closed door, prompting a furrowed brow.

"Xiao Wang, are you awake?" questioned a voice from beyond.

The query lingered in the air, leaving Wang Xiao to ponder the visitor's intent. 'What is she doing here? To make amends?' he wondered, his eyes momentarily fixated on the unlocked door.

With a decisive action, he powered off his phone and feigned slumber.

"Knock... Knock.. Xiao Wang?"

The persistent knocks reverberated through the silence, a rhythmic insistence that tested his resolve.

Outside, Xinyue Zhilan sighed audibly, the sound carrying a mix of frustration and determination.

Eventually, she pushed through the barrier of Wang Xiao's closed door.

"Hm? Xiao?" she murmured upon entering.

The room plunged into darkness as the lights extinguished the moment she stepped inside.

"Is he asleep already?" she pondered aloud, debating whether to illuminate the room to confirm.

Eventually, she opted against it. As her eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, they settled on him, peacefully slumbering in the center of the room.

Her eyes betrayed a complex expression, a blend of guilt and contemplation.

Ordinarily, he wouldn't retire this early, but she was certain his premature slumber was a manifestation of his anger towards them.

In a moment of resignation, she sighed and lifted the blanket, settling herself on the bed beside him, slipping off her slippers.

*Rustle...*

Wang Xiao's eyelashes flickered as he sensed another presence beneath the blanket, yet he maintained the pretense of deep slumber.

Her gaze lingered on his peaceful facade, the guilt in her eyes deepening. In the moment, she wrestled with her internal turmoil, contemplating the words left unspoken between them.

As the minutes passed, she let out another soft sigh, a sigh that carried the weight of unresolved emotions.

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With a hesitant hand, she reached out to gently touch his shoulder. "Xiao," she whispered, the vulnerability in her voice belying the strength she usually exuded.

Wang Xiao's eyelids fluttered, a subtle acknowledgment of her presence. Yet, he maintained the act, not wanting to deal with any type of drama.

"Sigh...."

In the cocoon of darkness, Xinyue Zhilan's attempts to rouse Wang Xiao proved futile.

However, instead of conceding defeat and leaving, she chose a different path.

Drawing from a recent revelation about his fear of the dark, she decided to stay by his side.

Her hands extended forward, gently pulling his body close, creating an embrace that spoke of comfort rather than confrontation.

The room, once charged with tension, now held a tender connection between them.

Wang Xiao, still feigning sleep, experienced a shift in the atmosphere.

A mature and soothing scent enveloped him, overpowering the earlier rhythm of his own heartbeat.

His senses focused on this new presence, and he became attuned to something beyond the realms of anger and guilt.

In a subtle turn, Xinyue Zhilan adjusted her position, and inadvertently, her breasts brushed against his face.

Although both were clothed, Wang Xiao could discern the softness beneath the fabric.

He twisted his face slightly, a confirmation of the unexpected contact, before maintaining the pretense of drowsiness.

Seizing the moment, he extended his arms, drawing her into a soft embrace.

"Hm?"

Xinyue Zhilan furrowed her brow, her guilt intensifying as she realized he was still sound asleep.

She tentatively reached out, her fingertips softly caressing his sleeping face before eventually succumbing to her own weariness and drifting off to sleep, lost in her thoughts.

The minutes ticked away, but Wang Xiao remained wide awake, acutely aware of how close her body was to his.

It was as if a whispering temptation lingered just within his grasp... an awareness that he could act without resistance.

Long-buried thoughts stirred, awakening desires that had remained dormant until this unexpected night.

They had laid dormant, patiently waiting for a catalyst to ignite them into action.

Wang Xiao's hand found itself resting gently over her own breast, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.

She remained blissfully defenseless, entirely unguarded against his desires. And in that moment, she didn't seem to mind.

*Gulp...*

Wang Xiao's breath caught as he gazed at her lips, a tempting shade of red in the darkness.

The allure of the moment was tempting, yet he grappled with conflicting desires.

The primal urge to surrender to the beast within, to indulge in the forbidden, tugged at him.

However, a powerful restraint held him back.

He knew that despite the darkness surrounding them, everything would be alright.

A cascade of thoughts flooded his mind.

What if there were consequences?

Perhaps a few slaps, an emotional breakdown?

Yet, in his twisted logic, compared to assaulting Qian Ruixin in her sleep, Xinyue Zhilan seemed like a more acceptable candidate, or maybe the best one.

After all, she was his own mother.

He believed that by playing the part of an obsessed maniac, he could manipulate the situation, confident that she would easily let it slide.

His heartbeat quickened as he considered these options, a subtle anxiety gnawing at him.

Yet, amidst this internal turmoil, he couldn't pinpoint the invisible force that restrained him.

He searched for the shadows of his conscience for advice, but they remained out of the reach...

Was he meant to make this decision alone?

Overwhelmed by the choices that swirled in his mind, Wang Xiao ultimately dispelled such thoughts.

The pretext for his restraint lay in the acknowledgment that his mother was currently physically stronger than him.

As the night progressed, he indulged in a subtle act, consuming a bit of her "tofu."

Intentionally brushing his hands against her skin, he tested the boundaries.

With a final calculated move, he let his eyelids fall, succumbing to the allure of sleep, leaving the room cloaked in a veil of secrets.

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"What!?"

Wang Xiao's eyes burst open, and he found himself engulfed in a surreal realm.

" ♩ ♪ ♫ ~"

"♫ ♫ ♩ ♫ ♫~"

Echoes of laughter and chatter surrounded him, creating a disorienting symphony. As he took in his surroundings, it dawned on him: Heaven!

Peering down, a pool shimmered below, alive with the movement of women in an array of costumes—some provocatively dressed, others boldly revealing their nudity.

Their gestures were an invitation, urging him to descend. Wang Xiao, realizing he stood on a diving platform, couldn't suppress a grin.

With a surge of exhilaration, he leaped into the pool, immediately embraced by alluring figures on every side.

His fingers dipped into the cool water, leaving ripples in their path.

Yet, the enchantment proved fleeting. As quickly as it had unfolded, the dreamlike scene began to unravel.

His eyes scanned the surreal tableau, the ambient chatter of the women persisting, but time itself seemed to decelerate. "Am I dreaming...?" Wang Xiao mused aloud, his voice cutting through the suspended animation that enveloped him.

It wasn't the first time; rarely does Wang Xiao experience dreams. But when he does, they often turn out to be vivid lucid dreams.

He had extensively researched this phenomenon, but no answers ever came his way.

As the realization dawned on him, the scenery around him shifted and transformed. His face twisted into an awkward expression as he suppressed a laugh, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

"Was I really like that?" he wondered, his eyes fixed on the image of his 10-year-old self in his old rented home. In the scene, his younger self was caught in forbidden act, fondling bras, using them to masturbate, that may have belonged to either Xinyue Zhilan or Wang Jiarong.

The memory of that day flooded back, vivid and clear. He was left alone in the house, seizing the opportunity and exploring his curiosity without any inhibitions.

An awkward chuckle escaped Wang Xiao's lips as he watched his younger self, the scene abruptly transforming once again. Now, he found himself transported to the early months of this year, where new suprise awaited.

"Huh?"

The dream shifted again, this time to a familiar setting—the top floor of the villa.

Two figures now occupied the space: Wang Ling and Wang Sheng!

Wang Xiao recognized both of them, causing him to squint as he observed the scene.

Both were cousins from his paternal side, orphaned due to a tragic accident.

Currently, Wang Xiao's grandparents in the village were taking care of them.

Wang Sheng, aged around 16, and Wang Ling, 18, stood before him in the dream, their presence adding another layer of complexity to the unfolding narrative.

Wang Xiao already had a sinking feeling in his gut as he anticipated what was about to unfold. Little did he know, there was an unexpected surprise waiting for his younger self!

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

"What are they doing...?"

The question lingered.