Deviant: No Longer Human
Chapter 704 - 704: *Celestine* (2)

The dream flickered.

Worlds shifting.

Scenes changing like a threads spun by destiny's cruel hand. Just as her confusion peaked, a voice—faint but clear—whispered into her soul.

She didn't understand the words.

But her spirit did.

And in both the dream and the real world—she nodded.

A slow, soft, sacred nod.

Her body, laid bare beneath Wang Xiao, responded in kind. That nod, simple as it seemed, wasn't just consent—it was a divine affirmation.

His tip pushed forward.

And her body accepted him.

Her inner walls, warm and untouched, wrapped around him with reluctant tension. It was tight—painfully tight. Her brows furrowed in reflexive discomfort. Her lips parted with a small hum, more breath than voice.

Then—

He moved.

And the pressure built.

Tighter.

Wetter.

Confused flesh not sure whether to push him out or pull him in. Her hips shifted slightly in her sleep, body responding before her mind ever could.

Then—

A sudden stretch.

A thin barrier.

And with one thrust—

It tore.

Her lashes trembled.

A faint, breathy sound escaped her lips.

"Ah…"

Her eyes fluttered open.

Not in a scream—but in a flinch, like a porcelain doll cracking silently from within.

Her brows furrowed gently.

She clutched at Wang Xiao's shoulders—not to push him away, but to anchor herself from floating into the storm he'd brought.

"…It… hurts…" she whispered, voice as fragile as falling snow.

Just holding.

Tears spilled—silent, crystalline, blooming like stars over her cheeks.

"Ugh…" she groaned again, pain mixing with heat, a strange bliss hidden behind the sting.

And through it all—

Wang Xiao didn't stop.

He watched her.

Watched every twitch, every tear, every broken breath.

Because he knew—

Even if she forgot this in the haze of wine

Her body would never forget.

Her spirit would never let go.

Celestine didn't remember the night clearly.

Only fragments.

Broken thoughts. Faded echoes.

Her mind, drenched in wine and euphoria, had tried to protect her. But her body remembered everything.

The begging.

The crying.

The moans—her moans—rising into the room like hymns twisted into sacrilege. Pleasure and pain braided together like ropes pulling her into madness.

It felt like she was being broken.

She hadn't cried like that since her earliest memories. And never… never had she moaned like that. Bent over. Face down. Body sprawled on the bed, legs trembling with numbness.

He had used her hair like reins.

Every time his palm landed on her flawless white ass, it turned redder—until the pain blurred into raw, sweet numbness.

At one point, she remembered sobbing, apologizing for sins she couldn't even remember committing. Her voice cracked. Her body twitched. Her mind begged for mercy while her body betrayed her with more wetness.

By the time the night ended—if it ever truly ended—she had blacked out, her legs still shaking, body completely conquered.

Later, after the grand party had finally faded into drunken laughter and sleepy farewells…

Footsteps returned to the upper floor.

Some of the girls, slightly tipsy, giggling amongst themselves, passed Wang Xiao's door. They slowed.

Then stopped.

Then—all together—they glanced at it.

That door.

His door.

They didn't say anything.

But their cheeks flushed red.

Then they turned, their eyes settling on two girls.

Both girls stiffened.

Before they could speak, they were gently pushed toward the door.

A silent message from the women.

"Go on… spend the night with him."

No one dared to say it aloud—but everyone knew.

Tonight… it was their.

Wenxi and Yue wanted to dig a grave and vanish. Sleeping with their "dad" was enough already… but did everyone really have to know!?

The worst part?

They didn't even announce it.

Everyone just knew.

Yue, who had already experienced it once, suddenly felt something off. Her steps slowed. Her instincts tingled.

She looked at the door.

Something was… wrong.

Her gaze met Wenxi's.

Without a word, Yue reached out.

She turned the knob.

The door creaked open.

And what came next—

Was a blast of sounds.

A hurricane of breathless cries, soft gasps, skin slapping skin, broken whispers.

Celestine's voice cracked through—fragile, wet, overstimulated.

"H-Hurts… mmnh…"

"please…n-no more…I c-can't… ahhn~"

"Huh?"

Yue and Wenxi froze.

Eyes wide.

Faces pale.

Silence.

Then:

Yue softly shut the door.

Turned to Wenxi.

"...We're not going in there."

Wenxi nodded, face pale, voice soft.

"Yeah…"

They turned away together—wordlessly. Each step was quiet but urgent, like they were sneaking away from a battlefield mid-bombing.

Their daddy~ was clearly in some kind of demon mode tonight.

The woman inside?

Sounded like she was fighting for her last breath. Crying. Moaning. Begging. It was intense.

The twins exchanged glances. If they walked in now, they'd probably get caught in the crossfire and end up as collateral damage—sandwiched, flipped, and forgotten whose leg belonged to who.

Alone with him? Sure. They could handle the shame.

But with a third party inside, actively being devoured like dessert?

Absolutely not.

Plan: Postpone.

Visit: Tomorrow morning, when the beast has calmed down, emptied his tank, and maybe gained a little mercy.

They made a silent pact and turned toward the one place that still felt safe.

"Auntie~"

Wang Mei looked up from her mirror as the door creaked open. She blinked.

"... You two? What are you doing here?"

Yup. Wang Mei. Their favorite auntie, tied for first place with Seraphine.

Seraphine was fun to bully, but Wang Mei? She understood their pain. The one adult in the house who didn't act like a immortal or a deity in disguise.

Wang Mei's gaze drifted down instinctively.

Their clothes—intact.

Hair—unmessed.

Blush—present, but no post-coital haze.

She frowned.

"Didn't you go to see your dad—"

Yue interrupted gently. "Don't ask."

Wenxi was already storming toward the bed, face flushed with embarrassment.

"We're sleeping here tonight. If dad comes looking, wake us up."

"...??"

Wang Mei was left standing, utterly confused, as Wenxi threw herself onto the bed like a girl dodging divine punishment, burying her face into the pillow with a muffled groan of emotional death.

Wang Mei frowned deeper, until Yue leaned closer and whispered the truth.

About the door.

About the screams.

About the unholy storm happening inside.

Wang Mei's face went blank.

Her eye twitched.

Then she sighed.

"…You came to me for this? Go to your own rooms!"

Yue, muffled from under the sheet, replied, "We don't have any. They were always meant for him."

"…Ah."

Wang Mei realized it too late.

This wasn't a vacation.

She grumbled, pulled the blanket over the two girls, then shuffled to the other room where Wang Xueying had just walked in with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"Mei, you're babysitting his daughters now?" Wang Xueying asked, amused.

"They're not kids," Wang Mei muttered, displeased.

"Same thing," Xueying smirked.

The two sisters quietly slipped into their own side of the bed, talking in hushed voices.

"…Have you heard anything about Jiarong?"

"…Not since last month. She's not answering calls either."

Wang Xueying blinked, "… Not in weeks. Weird."

The room quieted.

And just like that, while their brother was slamming someone's daughter into enlightenment, the two sisters lay quietly…

Wondering what the eldest sister might be up to.

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