Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 687: *Submissive vs Obedient?*

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

Seeing Lanlan finally surrender, Wang Xiao decided to stop teasing—at least for now.

She bit her lip, hesitating for only a moment before closing the distance between them. Her feminine scent—deep, sweet, intoxicating—wrapped around him, making his breath hard. He could feel the nervous flutter of her heart, the anticipation building between them.

As their faces drew closer, Lanlan shut her eyes and smashed her lips against his.

Wang Xiao's grip tightened. The moment he tasted her—that honeyed sweetness he had been deprived of for years—he lost all patience.

His hand clamped onto her waist, yanking her flush against him. His palm slid lower, cupping the soft, round fullness of her ass through her thin pajamas.

"Ngh—D-Dad…!"

Lanlan whimpered against his mouth, her eyes damp with helplessness as his hands roamed without shame. He was already inside her clothes, tugging her loose pajamas down, kneading the plushness of her bare skin.

He sucked, nipped, and licked at her plump lips, drinking in her breath, her heat, her surrender. Lanlan gasped, her body arching as her neck tilted back, a shaky moan slipping out despite herself.

The moment her lips parted—it was over.

Wang Xiao bit down lightly, claiming her.

The heat in her belly tightened, coiled, burned. Too much stimulation. His hands, his tongue, his touch—he was everywhere.

His tongue slipped past her pearly teeth, invading, teasing, exploring every inch of her sweet mouth. He traced over her own tongue, coaxing, dominating—before finally capturing it, sucking deeply, drinking her in.

Lanlan shuddered.

She knew it. This man played dirty—only with his daughters.

And it was because of that intoxicating, ruthless love of his that no matter how much he bullied them…

Their hearts never stopped racing.

"Lanlan, do you want to feed me?... Like your mothe—"

"Dad, don't speak!"

Seeing his ragged breathing, his hungry gaze, Lanlan, who could barely breathe herself, instantly clamped her hands over his mouth.

Her wide eyes darted around like a guilty thief.

Eleanor was still asleep, her face calm, expressionless.

Lanlan exhaled in relief.

If she had been more observant, she might've noticed—her mother's silver hair was messier than usual, her face still faintly flushed.

But right now, with Wang Xiao pinning her down, devouring her with his gaze, there was no room for those thoughts.

Lanlan hesitated before slowly pulling the quilt down, revealing the full, heavy swell of her bare chest.

Her breath fastened.

"Be quick…" she whispered, her voice trembling with shame. Their eyes met, and she immediately yanked the blanket back up, covering herself in embarrassment.

Wang Xiao stifled a laugh.

This girl.

She had once been jealous of Eleanor—jealous of her own 'mother'—watching as Eleanor would feed him.

Lanlan had accidentally caught them many times, even peeked.

At first, she had been horrified. Then… fascinated. Then… tempted.

Until, one day, she asked him herself.

Would he like to do the same to her?

How could Wang Xiao deny such an invitation?

Now, as he grabbed her and buried his face between her massive, pillowy softness, he pulled the quilt over their heads, sealing them in a suffocating heat.

The moment his mouth latched onto her, Lanlan's toes curled, her arms wrapping around his head, crushing him against her.

Her breathing turned shaky.

It was so wrong.

Especially now that she was grown, now that she knew exactly what she was doing.

It was so wrong.

But she couldn't stop.

Lanlan's milk was unbearably sweet, thick and warm like honey, and Wang Xiao couldn't stop drinking it.

His lips latched onto her swollen, sensitive peaks, his tongue teasing, his teeth occasionally biting down, making her whimper and squirm beneath him.

"Daddy… If you're too rough, I'll get angry…" she whispered, breath ragged as she pleaded softly.

Wang Xiao chuckled against her skin, his hot breath making her shiver.

"Could Lanlan really be angry with me?"

"!!"

Her face turned red instantly.

Damn him. He caught her.

Most of the times she acted "angry" at him, it was just that—an act. A fake little protest. Even now, she wasn't really resisting.

If he wanted, he could suck her dry, rough her up, claim her like she belonged to him—Because she loved it.

Wang Xiao gave her one last teasing lick before pulling away from her now red, swollen buds. Then, without warning, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

Lanlan melted.

Their tongues clashed, twisting, sucking, devouring. She could barely breathe before he moved lower, biting her flushed cheek, licking down to her throat, tracing heated kisses along her collarbone.

Trailing lower… down her pale neck… lower…

Lanlan squeezed her eyes shut, feeling herself tremble under his touch.

And then—

He pulled down her pajamas, exposing her toned, creamy legs.

"Dad…" Her voice was small, nervous, filled with unspeakable emotion. "You agreed before…"

Her glistening, misty eyes stared into his, full of pleading and hesitation as his hands slid down, tracing the smooth curve of her thighs.

Wang Xiao smirked. "Lanlan, what's wrong with doing it with your daddy? Do you not love me? Or… do you not like me?"

"Dad…" She bit her lip. "Don't talk like that…"

She kissed him , desperately. "I love you the most. But… you already know… I don't want to."

Wang Xiao narrowed his eyes, pressing her down.

"You don't want to become my lover and just want to stay as my daughter? Is that it?" His voice lowered, "Do you think I'd treat you differently after we do this? That I won't see you as my daughter anymore?"

Lanlan didn't speak.

She pouted, looking away.

Her silence said enough.

Wang Xiao sighed, caressing her flushed face.

"I already did it with Yue, and some others. You can ask them—did anything change? Or…" he smirked knowingly, "are you just making excuses?"

Lanlan's throat tightened.

She was tongue-tied.

She wasn't just scared of their relationship changing.

She had seen her own mother.

And she didn't want to become like her.

Eleanor never disobeyed Wang Xiao. She never complained, never questioned him. She just… followed.

Amelia, at least, would scold Wang Xiao for not visiting enough. She'd nag, demand, act like a normal woman.

But Eleanor?

Eleanor would just smile whenever he came, and stay silent whenever he didn't.

Lanlan grew up watching that.

Watching her mother bend, submit, obey.

She didn't want that.

Sometimes, it even felt like Eleanor wasn't a wife at all—just a puppet.

Yes, Eleanor loved Wang Xiao, that much was obvious. But why couldn't she be more assertive? It wasn't about controlling him—just speaking up, acting like a normal woman, not blindly following his every word.

There was a difference between "obedience" and "submission".

Lanlan had seen Wang Xiao's other women.

Take Anran. That woman was insanely obedient, but was she submissive? Hell no.

If Wang Xiao told her not to enter his room, she'd kick the damn door down in a bunny costume just to piss him off.

If he warned her she'd get beaten, she'd walk straight into it with a grin.

Even Anran's own daughters found her mother insanely cool and daring.

Lanlan didn't want Eleanor to be that extreme, but at least—at least she could be normal, like Amelia.

But Eleanor always felt like something else entirely.

And the older Lanlan got, the more she realized it.

Something was definitely wrong between Wang Xiao and her mother.

Eleanor wasn't just obedient—she was submissive. Too submissive.

It felt like she wasn't even her own person anymore. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Like a puppet, a doll.

If not for those rare moments of warmth between them, the traces of love in her eyes when she looked at Wang Xiao…

Lanlan would have thought her mother was just… broken.

And that scared her more than anything.

Because if she gave in completely to Wang Xiao—

Would she end up like that too?