Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 633 Running a Harem Circus!

25th November

"You're back..."

It was just another boring early morning for Wang Xueying—until she saw her brother on the couch. He was sprawled out like a dead man, and on top of him were three very much 'not-so' dead bodies.

Her gaze swept over the scene: Anran, his woman, clutching him like he was her personal body pillow, and Yue and Wenxi, her nieces, stacked like pancakes on top of the mess.

Ignoring the ridiculous pile of limbs and faces, her jaw tightened. 'This guy's finally back?' The last time she saw him, he'd vanished without a trace like some second-rate magician.

"Mm?" Wang Xiao blinked blearily, like her words were the chirping of a particularly annoying bird. "Was I gone?"

Wang Xueying's eye twitched. Was he seriously gaslighting her right now? "Yes! For more than a week!"

She sighed and muttered under her breath. Then she grabbed Yue by her collar and hoisted her up like a sack of potatoes. The girl protested loudly.

"Ow, Auntie!" Yue sequeled, clutching at her father's shirt even as she dangled midair.

"Off," Xueying snapped, shaking her niece like a disobedient cat.

"..."

"..."

On cue, Yue and Wenxi shot identical glares at her—sharp enough to cut steel. But after a lot of grumbling, elbowing, and whining, the two teenagers finally let go of their father. Wang Xueying dumped them unceremoniously onto the other couch, where they flopped over and "died" again.

That left Anran.

She clung tighter to Wang Xiao, her face buried in his chest. Clearly, she had no intention of letting go anytime this century.

Wang Xueying slapped her forehead in resignation . "Where did you pick this one up?"

"...uh?" Wang Xiao scratched his head, looking vaguely confused. "I forgot."

'Of course you did,' she thought bitterly. She wasn't even surprised anymore. "Just... get up. Mother's coming back."

"Hm?" Anran's ears perked up, and her previously "asleep" daughters jolted upright like they'd been hit by a lightning bolt.

"She's coming back already?"

"Back?" Wenxi echoed, panic creeping into her voice.

"Shit," Anran muttered, clutching Wang Xiao's arm like a lifeline.

Wang Xiao frowned, rubbing his chin. "She's early..." His calm tone didn't match the chaos brewing in the room.

"Yes, she's early," Wang Xueying hissed. She fixed him with a deadly glare. "Now, my dear, arrogant brother, are you going to clean this up, or are you going to let her walk in and assume you're running a... a harem circus?"

Wang Xiao smirked lazily. "What's wrong with a harem circus? Sounds fun."

"Sounds like a death wish," Wang Xueying snapped. "Do you have any idea what'll happen if she finds Yue and Wenxi in bed with you? I can already see her face! She's still traditional, you know! Hell, if she found out about you and me—" She broke off, shuddering.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, looking all too amused. "About you and me?"

Wang Xueying's cheeks flushed, and she jabbed a finger at his chest. "You know what I mean, you idiot!"

"Sure, sure," he said with an infuriating smirk. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

"Like you will." She snorted, glaring at the mess of bodies surrounding him. "Start now. Otherwise, I'm not covering for you when she gets here."

Anran, Yue, and Wenxi exchanged panicked looks. They clearly didn't trust Wang Xiao to "handle" anything, but none of them dared to say a word.

Xueying sighed, muttering under her breath again. "I'm too young for handling so much stress..."

"So don't handle it," Wang Xiao murmured, his grip firm as he caught her soft hand. Before she could react, he pulled her down onto his lap.

"!!"

Her eyes widened in shock as her knees landed on either side of him, and she froze, aware of the amused grins aimed their way from across the room.

"Wh-what are you—"

Her voice cut off when she felt it—him. Hard and unapologetic beneath her. Heat rushed to her cheeks, but before she could leap away, his hand slid up her back, keeping her firmly in place.

"Stop looking at them," he ordered, his voice low and rough as his other hand came up to cup her jaw. Her head turned under his guidance, her wide, nervous eyes locking onto his.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She could feel the heat of his breath mingling with hers, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"You think you can walk around looking like this," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her slightly parted lips.

"Don't—" she started, but her words were swallowed as his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was anything but gentle. His teeth grazed her lower lip, tugging it just enough to make her gasp, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming hers without hesitation.

She whimpered softly, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance, but the sound only seemed to encourage him. His hand slid under her loose top, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her waist.

"Xiao—!" she hissed, breaking the kiss to glare at him, but her breath hitched when his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"I'm not stopping," he muttered against her skin, his teeth nipping lightly at her earlobe. "Not when you're in my hands like this."

"Damn it, not here!" she snapped, glancing nervously at the couch across the room.

Sure enough, Yue, Wenxi, and Anran were all still watching—though now Yue had buried her face in a pillow, Wenxi looked like she wanted to die from secondhand embarrassment, and Anran was smiling with shameless amusement.

"Get a room, you two," Anran called out lazily, her smile widening as she stretched out on the couch like a satisfied cat. "By the way, why don't you two have a child as well? See, I have two!"

She grabbed Yue and Wenxi by their collars, pulling them close like trophies, completely ignoring their horrified expressions.

"Mom!" Yue groaned, her face going crimson.

Wenxi added, trying to wriggle out of her grasp. "This is so embarrassing!"

The two teens exchanged desperate looks, silently wishing they could disappear into the nearest crack in the floor.

Meanwhile, Xueying froze. Her ears burned as the implication of Anran's words sank in. She wasn't just blushing—she was seething with embarrassment. "You…" Her voice wavered, caught somewhere between outrage and disbelief. "You shameless woman!"

Anran grinned devilishly, resting her chin on Yue's head. "Shameless? I call it ambitious. You've got a man right there. What's stopping you? He's already warmed up, isn't he?"

"!!"

Xueying's head snapped toward Wang Xiao, her face a deeper red than ever. She was half expecting him to brush it off, to roll his eyes at Anran's antics like he usually did. But instead, he tilted his head, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Hm," he mused, rubbing his chin as if seriously considering it. "It's not a bad idea."

"B-Brother! Don't take them seriously!" Xueying stammered, feeling her composure crumble under his steady gaze.

"Anran's got a point," he continued, his voice calm but unmistakably smug. "If we had a child, maybe Mother would get off our backs 'your' marriage."

Her jaw dropped. "You—! Are you actually entertaining this nonsense?!"

"Why not?" he said with a shrug. "It's practical."

"Practical my ass!" she snapped, her hands balling into fists. "You—!"

Anran laughed evily, clearly enjoying the chaos she'd unleashed. "Look at her blush!"

"Enough!" Xueying finally exploded, pointing an accusatory finger at Wang Xiao. "Not a word. Not one more word about this!"

Wang Xiao smirked, leaning back with the kind of arrogance that made Xueying's blood boil. "Okay then. I'll just have one with Mei."

"!!"

"Me?" a voice squeaked from the stairs.

All eyes turned to Wang Mei, who had just started descending, wearing a light peach top and denim shorts. She froze mid-step, her wide, panicked eyes darting between her brother and the others. Her bewildered expression practically screamed, 'Why am I in this conversation?'

She looked like a startled rabbit caught in a predator's gaze. Mei was younger than Xueying, barely out of her teens, and as far as marriage talk went, she hadn't even been dragged into those discussions by their mother yet.

She finally managed, her voice trembling as she clutched the railing. "Take that back. Now."

Instead of apologizing, Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow and gave her a slow, deliberate once-over,"Why should I? You'd look good holding a baby."

Poof!

Wang Mei's face turned crimson, and she clung to the railing as if it was the only thing keeping her from falling over. She glanced pleadingly at Xueying, silently begging for rescue.

But Xueying had her own problems.

"Enough," she snapped, her voice sharper than usual. "First of all, leave Mei out of this. She's not your backup plan, you idiot."

"Backup?" Wang Xiao feigned offense, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm being serious. Mei has that soft, obedient-wife energy. Don't you think?"

Wang Mei's face burned brighter, but despite her embarrassment, a soft, almost shy smile tugged at her lips.

Unlike Xueying, who could hold Wang Xiao at bay, she wasn't so bold. If Wang Xiao really decided to… impregnate her, she doubted she'd even have the courage to stop him.

Her heart raced at the thought, her eyes flickering to him before quickly looking away, as if afraid someone might catch on to the traitorous idea forming in her mind.

"Second," Xueying continued, ignoring her brother's shamelessness and Mei's protests, "if there's going to be any marriage talk, Jiarong is first in line, not me!"

At that, everyone paused.