Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 686: *Beast in human skin?*

She didn't even need to turn around.

"Hmm… it's me."

Wang Xiao's voice was low, husky, as he buried his face in her neck, nuzzling against her warm, delicate skin. His breath was hot, his stubble teasing her softness as he rubbed against her like a beast marking its territory. Lanlan's tension melted instantly, but heat bloomed in her cheeks.

"Don't be too loud… unless you want your mom to wake up and see you like this?"

His whisper sent a thrill down her spine.

Her eyelids fluttered. "Dad… you promised me."

He had sworn—sworn to keep his hands off, to let her live a normal life. But Wang Xiao at night wasn't the same as Wang Xiao in the day.

Day belonged to them.

But night? Night belonged to him.

His lips brushed the back of her neck, slow and deliberate, before pressing a scorching kiss against it. His fingers slipped through her silky hair, pushing it aside as his grip on her waist grew tighter.

Lanlan shivered.

It wasn't like they hadn't done things before. Hell, except for crossing the final line, they had done just about everything. She had always managed to stop him just before it was too late—forced him to hold back, for both their sakes.

But tonight, he wasn't stopping.

His hands, hot and rough, traced over her, making his intentions clear. Her breath fastened. She knew what was coming. The best she could do now was endure… and make damn sure they didn't wake her mother.

And yet, deep inside, there was something electrifying about this—the thrill of danger, the forbidden temptation she could never fully resist.

Little did she know, Eleanor had already been ravaged into exhaustion and had long since passed out.

Now, it was her turn.

Wang Xiao's excitement burned through him. One after another—what a perfect night.

And if Lanlan had inherited anything from her mother, it wasn't just her cunning mind.

It was that... sinful body.

"Mmm…"

Her lips pressed together, stifling the heat rising inside her as his hands roamed shamelessly across her skin. Her heart pounded so hard she swore he could hear it.

It had been years since he had touched her like this. Sinfully. Possessively.

A wicked mix of forbidden excitement and sheer terror coursed through her veins—her mother was sleeping right next to them.

But Wang Xiao didn't give a damn.

She tasted like honey and smelled like a damn flower garden—sweet, intoxicating, his. He couldn't stop touching her, feeling every inch of her soft, delicate body. He had always loved hugging her. Back when they still indulged in each other, he used to hold her like this all the time, feeling her warmth, her body, her submission.

His hands slipped inside her clothes, seizing her narrow waist, gliding up, cupping the firm, perky mounds on her chest. He squeezed, tracing slow, deliberate circles before moving downward, his fingers sliding over her tightly-clamped thighs. Thick, toned, the perfect hourglass shape.

Lanlan felt examined—no, worshipped— like a priceless artifact being thoroughly inspected. A shiver ran through her. Shame and pleasure twisted together.

Then, his breath brushed against the back of her ear.

"Lanlan… give me a kiss."

She stiffened. Her pulse quickened.

"Dad, don't be evil…" she whispered, her voice trembling, her face burning.

A low chuckle.

"Your Dad is evil. Don't you already know that?"

Wang Xiao wasn't taking "no" for an answer.

"..."

Lanlan fell silent.

She already knew the answer.

His rough hands continued their sinful exploration, teasing, kneading, claiming. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she clenched them tight, trying to resist the inevitable.

"Dad… y-you can touch me, feel me… isn't that enough?" she whispered, almost pleading—like a child negotiating with a parent, knowing full well it was futile.

It wasn't a real refusal.

More like a weak complaint.

Wang Xiao's lips curled into a wicked grin, his fingers slipping under the fabric of her nightgown, tracing slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive nipples.

"Tsk, tsk… My Lanlan has grown so bold," he murmured, nipping at her ear. "Denying me now? Even when I came here just for you?"

"!!"

Lanlan's face turned a deep shade of red. Her breath came out in soft, uneven gasps.

"You… you're not lying?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but the excitement creeping in was unmistakable.

He came for her? Really?

"Why?" Wang Xiao chuckled, pressing a hot kiss against her nape. "Can't a man visit his own little daughter?"

Lanlan shuddered, toes curling, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her.

"T-Then… let's do it…" she stammered, her resolve crumbling with every touch. "But… but you're not going all the way! I mean it! Only for tonight! Our promise still stands!"

Her words tumbled out in a panic, as if saying them fast enough would make them true.

But Wang Xiao wasn't listening.

His hands had already claimed her chest, squeezing, rolling, teasing the hardened peaks with wicked expertise. His knee nudged between her thighs, prying them apart despite her weak resistance.

Lanlan sucked in a sharp breath, biting down on her knuckles.

"Mnhh… stop—"

A deep chuckle vibrated against her ear.

"Stop?" Wang Xiao's voice was a purr, fingers pinching her sensitive bud through the fabric.

Lanlan bit her lip, body betraying her as her back arched into his touch.

"Y-You beast…" she whimpered.

His grip tightened around her waist, his breath hot against her neck.

"Beast?" he muttered, sliding a hand lower, testing her reaction. "Oh, Lanlan… You haven't even seen me at my worst yet."

She barely swallowed a moan.

This wasn't good.

This was very, very bad.

If she really woke her "father" up completely, she was done for.

Lanlan knew it. Right now, he was still listening to her, still playing along. But the moment he got too excited…

He'd bully her until she was crying.

Wang Xiao was sadistic at heart. He just hid it well.

His breath ghosted over her ear, teasing.

"Lanlan… you still haven't kissed me yet."

"!!"

Lanlan's face burned red as a ripe peach.

"Mmm…" She let out a soft noise, biting her lip before giving a weak nod. Carefully shifting under the quilt, she ensured she didn't move too much—if they woke her mother, she'd never hear the end of it.

And then—she turned to face him completely.

Wang Xiao felt his breath catch.

This wasn't the usual Lanlan—the wise, serious girl buried in books.

No.

The woman before him was stunning.

Fair, delicate features. Eyes like spring water rippling in the dawn. Curved brows, dark lashes fluttering nervously. Lips plump, wet, glistening with saliva as she kept licking and biting them unconsciously. Her small, high nose and slightly raised chin gave her an air of innocence—yet the way she stared at him, shy, ashamed, yet inviting…

Damn.

How the hell was he supposed to hold back when she looked at him like that?

His gaze trailed lower, past the soft curve of her jaw, down her pale, perfect neck, disappearing into the shadowy valley of her chest beneath the quilt.

Before Lanlan could react, she caught him staring—devouring her with his eyes.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but before she could, he tugged at her nightgown.

She froze.

Her eyes widened, silently pleading, begging him not to.

Wang Xiao smirked. Ignored it. Tugged harder.

The fabric inched up, exposing more smooth, ivory skin.

Lanlan's breath hitched, her hands instinctively rising above her head as he pulled her top away, baring her upper body completely.

Even with the quilt covering them, he could see enough.

And what he saw made him gulp.

"Lanlan… you grew again?" His hands slipped beneath the quilt, cupping her softness. "...Are they bigger than Eleanor's now?"

They spilled into his palms, firm and heavy—as large as ripe melons.

Lanlan's face burned as she dropped her gaze, refusing to look at him.

"Dad… don't mention mother," she whispered, voice trembling. "I-I'll kiss you already… isn't that enough?"