Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 403: *The woman and men who crossed all limits (2)*

The fury within him could find no proper outlet, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he turned his gaze to her shimmering lips, pressing his own against them.

"Slurp... Slurp..."

His actions were impulsive as he sucked and nipped at them, his intensity never waning.

To an onlooker, his behavior might have appeared harsh, but this woman was no ordinary mortal—her superhuman physique boasted a remarkable self-healing ability.

Even so, as he finally drew away, her lips were tainted by bleeding, a fine mist clouding her eyes in response to the pain.

"Have you never seen a beautiful woman before?" she asked, her tone laced with a slight discomfort.

But then, hadn't she provoked him first?

"Not all women can endure this," Wang Xiao retorted, his voice cold, as if resisting a hearty laugh.

He had grown accustomed to her sweet-tasting tongue, and her body exuded an aroma as delicate and alluring as cherry blossoms freshly burst into bloom.

Yet, the words that flowed from those lips were laced with venom.

Elara was known for her poisonous essence, but this woman—she wielded her strengths in more ingeniously creative ways.

He then slowly unwrapped the thick, white cloth that veiled her breasts, a remnant of a bygone medieval era.

The act of uncovering her was an exquisite pleasure in itself.

Beneath the fabric lay her graceful neck and milky-white shoulders, leading down to breasts that were sculpted to perfection, making her seem like a living sculpture of divine femininity.

Her breasts, pale as the driven snow, were crowned with small cherries that hinted at blossoming flowers, adding a touch of innocent allure.

Yet, at that moment, those delicate cherries were each adorned with a singular drop of snow—a drop that was, more precisely, a drop of milk.

"Ugh..."

Eveline felt a wave of disgust as his tongue quivered momentarily before he aggressively latched onto her breasts, squeezing them harshly as if to forcibly extract the milk.

After consecutive pregnancies, she had unwittingly become his inexhaustible source of milk.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

The sweet taste of the milk slid down his throat.

Over time, once humans have experienced and explored enough, all becomes mundane, leading them to stray from their partners and seek out others to fill the ensuing void.

Yet, even the thrill of pursuing new conquests couldn't completely fill the deep, restless void in the heart of immortal beings like Wang Xiao, whose pleasures evolved into kinks far beyond the grasp of ordinary human understanding.

Eveline's face turned a deep shade of red, her breathing intensified, and her legs weakened, trembling with arousal.

However, at this moment, Wang Xiao's grip tightened around her waist, his other hand boldly caressing her buttocks.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

"Mgh!"

Eveline, overwhelmed by the stinging sensations, eventually couldn't hold back her tears as his relentless hand turned her back red and swollen, rendering her skin soft and tender to the touch.

"Haaa.. stop~!" She feared she might soon develop tastes as 'eccentric' as his if this continued.

Pak!

Pak!

Wang Xiao's intent remained unaltered: to coax her into the pain and to demean her untouched heart.

Eveline found herself exposed beneath the bridge, her dignity stripped away as her breasts were crudely mishandled, and his hand relentlessly dealt slap after slap upon her back.

A faint blend of painful groans and peculiar pleasure caused her neck to flare with a vivid crimson, marking her embarrassment and shame.

Moments later...

"Ahhhhnnnn~~!"

"Mmmgh! Wang Xiao~~~ there are people watching~~~!"

Eveline's face deepened to an intense shade of red, her hands braced against the pillar, her buttocks arched invitingly towards him as his manhood found her, plunging deeply with each powerful thrust.

Her once flawless back, now claimed by his touch, received his lips and the affectionate rub of his face, as if he were completely enchanted.

His hands wandered occasionally, playfully teasing her breasts or smoothly gliding over her waist.

Puchi!

Puchi!

The people who stumbled upon them accidentally met a grim fate.

Eveline's chest heaved with every breath, her whole body ablaze with a fiery red glow.

Every woman is one of a kind, but she was truly exceptional.

Her entire being flushed crimson with arousal, presenting an irresistible delight to Wang Xiao.

Whenever he found himself with time to spare in Xianthera, he sought in her chambers, his passion driving him to ravish her.

The sensation of her soft flesh caressing his manhood brought pleasure, yet it paled in comparison to the pleasure of her entirety.

And as for their ten daughters...

They were not merely human; they seemed to embody characters from a dramatic Greek mythology, crafted by Eveline's upbringing.

Beyond their years, they displayed an uncanny understanding of relationships between the sexes.

Their upbringing lacked traditional moral values, resulting in them embracing a culture distinct from the norm.

The most shocking moment for Wang Xiao arrived when his eldest daughter, borne of Eveline, expressed a desire to engage in intimate activities with him.

This incited a deep resentment within him, a potent emotion that lingered with every passing thought.

The most troubling part was their nonchalant acceptance of the situation, finding no fault in their desires.

Eveline had imparted upon them the logic of the divine, leaving Wang Xiao torn between his sense of moral and his desires.

From that moment on, he made a conscious effort to steer clear of Eveline's daughters, limiting his interactions to the bare minimum.

However, as if to further twist the knife, Eveline insisted he secretly enjoyed the thrill of the taboo, and since her daughters didn't evoke this thrill in him anymore, he restrained himself.

To underscore her argument, Eveline overstepped when, one day, their second eldest daughter expressed a desire to emulate her father's harem, evidently swayed by Eveline's influence.

At that point, Wang Xiao snapped.

Eveline intended merely to make a point, but she failed to recognize that she had crossed lines that should have remained inviolable.

The woman who dared too much needed strict discipline.

Perhaps it was one of the rare instances where he punished her so severely that she couldn't walk for a month, even with her supernatural ability to heal—after all, his daughters were no mere pawns, and Eveline was using them as tools in her vendetta against him.

Yet, she survived.

Could it mean that somewhere deep inside, he believed there was truth in her words?

Why do people seek power?

For freedom.

If your beliefs still shackle you, are you truly free?

Wang Xiao was at a stage where he possessed enough power to enact any will, as long as he decided upon it.

But deciding—'the mind'—was the most formidable challenge; his interpersonal relationships had stagnated in the so-called graveyard of gods.

He had grown calmer and more mature, but that didn't mean he viewed people differently.

Moreover, their daughters were still young, and Eveline's manipulations, coaxing them into provocative declarations, inflamed his temper.

He needed to consider how to reverse her indoctrination, but doing so would effectively reset their progress to zero, compelling him to make a definitive choice.

Even if ordinary people attempted to grasp his thoughts, they would falter; his mind ventured into the future, meticulously calculating every conceivable outcome.

Having reached the stage of transcendence, he began to perceive the forces of fate. While directly seeing the future was impossible, deducing the myriad possibilities of a given situation was well within his capabilities.