Deviant: No Longer Human
Chapter 703 - 703: *Celestine*

She tried so hard to reunite them. Tried so hard to convince Celestine to see Wang Xiao.

And now?

Fate solved it for her.

Aurora's smug MILF mode activated. She gave Athene a look that screamed: This is what you get for playing games.

Then she vanished.

Didn't even stop to help.

She just left Athene—alone, defeated, emotionally naked in the void.

Because now, the one woman who schemed and plotted, the one who wore "goddess of wisdom" like a crown—

Had no cards left.

No leverage.

And with how she toyed with Wang Xiao over the years, it would be a miracle if he didn't chain her to his bed next, make her bark like a dog, and parade her naked around every country like a lesson in humility.

Inside the room—

Wang Xiao suddenly paused.

A divine message entered his mind.

It was from Aurora.

[Enjoying your daughter, isn't she beautiful?]

"!!"

System crash.

Hard stop.

His lips were still stuck to Celestine's, their tongues connected by a string of saliva, and his body now frozen with one hand on her supple bossom and another halfway down her abdomen.

Daughter?

His daughter!?

He blinked.

Then looked at her again.

That adorable round face. That smooth hair. That sweetness that reminded him of moonlight and gentle snow at the same time. The skin over which his fingers glided, like over silk.

Oh.

So that's why.

That's why she looked so much like Aurora.

That's why she tasted familiar.

That's why her moans sounded like fate itself whispering in his ear.

After three full seconds of shock—

He grinned.

And then?

He shoved his lips back down on hers like punishment.

"Trying to hide from me, little girl?" he pushed against her mouth, "Let me discipline you properly."

And just like that, he kissed her even harder—this time, not as a stranger, but as a man reclaiming what's his.

Slurp…

Slurp…

"Mmnnghh… s-stop… n-no…"

Her voice was a whisper drowned in heat, her breath flushed with every wet, obscene sound echoing under the sheets. Her hands shot up a few minutes later, flailing—whether in protest or panic, even she didn't know.

Wang Xiao had been glued to her lips like a man starved of oxygen, devouring her moans like wine.

She gasped when their lips finally parted, a slick string of saliva snapping between them like a lewd bridge. Her chest rose and fell in desperation, lungs screaming for air, mind swirling like a broken compass.

Her hazy eyes barely registered what was happening—until she felt something tugging.

Her underarms.

"Huh…?" she blinked, dazed, utterly lost in sensation.

Wang Xiao was undressing her.

No shame.

No hesitation.

His hands moved with the certainty of a man undressing fate itself.

She didn't resist.

She just… lifted her arms. Mindlessly. Like a puppet in a lust-drenched trance.

And in one smooth, sinful motion—her top was gone.

Gone.

The world gasped.

Or it would have, if it wasn't too stunned to speak.

Her upper body was bared to the dim golden light—so pale it glowed, as if her skin had been kissed by the moon and bathed in divine milk. A flawless canvas of snowy silk. And there—

Twin jade mounds stood proud. Soft. Full. Heavy. Like twin sacred melons summoned by a god with a breast fetish.

And right in the center—those nipples.

Small red cherries.

Tempting.

Decorative.

Deadly.

Without pause, Wang Xiao dove in.

Slurp—

His lips locked around one like a starving beast. He didn't suck gently. He ravaged. Tongue swirling, mouth pulling, teeth biting—until her back arched and a muffled, guttural moan escaped her throat.

"Aaahh… nnn~ wh-what are you… hnnn~"

She trembled. Her fingers curled. Her thighs pressed together as her whole body jolted from the sudden jolt of pleasure firing through her like lightning down a silk thread.

It was over.

"Ahn!?"

Her shriek pierced the room as he bit down hard, deep enough to make her flinch. His teeth sank into the gentle swell of her breast, dragging a half-cry, half-moan from her lips.

"D-Don't bite!" she whined, raising her hand and slapping his shoulder with all the strength of a sleepy kitten.

She tried again.

And again.

But each push grew weaker, her arms trembling, her body betraying her.

"Ugh…"

In the end, she collapsed back into the bed, her breathing slowed, and she drifted—whether into faint or sleep, even she didn't know.

But Wang Xiao?

He was just getting started.

With the care of a priest undressing his goddess, he slid his hands down to her waist. Her silken lower garments, now soaked in a mixture of water, and something sweeter, came off in a slow, deliberate motion—until he tossed them aside like the last shred of decency.

And there she was.

Fully bare.

A masterpiece sculpted from divine snow, laid under him like a reward he didn't ask for—but damn sure earned.

His eyes trailed down her body—pausing at those smooth, toned legs. Long, elegant, the kind that could've ruled empires just by crossing themselves in public. He let his fingers glide over them, feeling the cold fire under her skin.

Then—he parted them.

Gently.

Reverently.

And what he saw… made even the devil in him hesitate.

A sacred valley. Bare. Untouched. Pristine like the first snowfall on holy ground. Not a single hair. No blemish. No mark.

A small slightly reddish pink flower unopened, waiting for the one mad enough to steal it.

And her sleeping face?

Serene.

Peaceful.

Oblivious to the war of lust and reverence raging above her.

Wang Xiao exhaled.

His hot breath brushed against her sacred flower—soft, untouched, a delicate bloom between pale thighs that trembled even in sleep.

His fingers slowly traced its outline, parting it ever so gently, revealing the faint pink within. A raw blush of innocence… hidden under silky folds, waiting to be found.

There was beauty in it.

A beauty that made his heart pound louder—louder than his conscience, louder than the laws of gods. And the thought that this belonged to him—unknowingly entrusted to the devil himself—sent a ripple of madness down his spine.

She didn't stir.

Still drowning in dreams, her body attempting to purge the divine wine, unconscious of the tongue that now pressed against her most sacred place.

Slurp…

He kissed it.

No, he devoured it.

Fresh. Slightly sweet. A trace of bathwater and wine—heaven and filth, soaked in purity. He pulled her open with two fingers, exposing the trembling petals, and dove in deeper. Tongue swirling. Licking. Probing. Ravaging.

He didn't stop until she was thoroughly drenched, until her sleeping body shivered and her thighs twitched like they had their own heartbeat.

Pulling away, he looked at her again. His eyes dragged down her bare figure— on her waist, where his fingers gripped and tested her frame.

So small.

So breakable.

He held her like a craftsman evaluating his masterpiece. His other hand reached down, and in one smooth motion, he stripped himself.

Clothes dropped like fallen morals.

Between his legs, a monstrous rod stood—veined, angry, pulsing with the wrath of a thousand repressed nights. He brought it forward, brushing it against her soaked lips, parting her slowly with its heat.

And that's when—

She stirred.

Celestine's lashes fluttered open.

Eyes hazy, breath shallow.

She blinked once.

Then again.

She felt something poke—thick, warm, throbbing between her legs.

"Mmm… huh?" she whispered, barely awake.

And right above her—breathing heavy, eyes dark with hunger—stood the man fate had woven into her soul. In her dazed mind, it still felt like a dream.

A dream where she stood on nothing—floating midair. Around her, the sky stretched endlessly, painted in hues she'd never seen before. Below, far below, the world shimmered like a forgotten memory, and in the sky above—seven suns burned.

She blinked.

Confused.

Why were there seven suns?

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