Deviant: No Longer Human

Ericka froze, her body stiffening instantly.

"Ah..." Wang Xiao, hugging her from behind, couldn't help but inhale deeply, his hands cupping her large breasts while his manhood pressed firmly between her thighs. "Ericka, I thought you were in Atlantia..."

Hearing his voice, Ericka's brows shot up in surprise. "Huh?" She glanced over her shoulder, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion--until recognition dawned. The man being so unruly was none other than someone she knew. "Wang Xiao?"

Pakh!

He slapped her breast, causing her to shudder. "Who else?" he replied with a smirk.

Ericka gulped, her expression softening slightly. "Why are you here?"

She glanced around, a bit more relaxed now that she knew who was behind her, but Wang Xiao wasn't done questioning her. "I can be anywhere, anytime," he said, his tone playful. "But what about you? What are you doing here?"

Ericka frowned slightly. "I'm here for work. We're about to investigate this portal."

"Oh..." Wang Xiao murmured, his hands still roaming across her chest, his fingers lightly teasing her. "So, you're descending down?"

"Yes," Ericka nodded, her face turning a shade of red, clearly flustered by both the situation and his touch. "We're going to check what's inside..."

Frankly, Ericka was married, but that hadn't stopped her from sleeping with Wang Xiao outside of her marriage.

She blamed it on that dumb Sera for pushing them into it.

Not that it mattered much to her--Ericka never took marriage or relationships seriously. Her main focus was on scientific progress. To her, having children was more of a formality than anything meaningful.

In fact, whether it was Ericka, Isabell, or even Wang Xueying, anyone who had pursued the path of science and knowledge seemed to have a rather unconventional view of physical relationships.

The emotional weight most people attached to such things simply didn't resonate with them. It was all about convenience, momentary pleasure, and moving on.

As Wang Xiao's manhood pressed against her thighs again, Ericka couldn't help but recall the shameless memories from before--the feel of his hard, long body entering her, that intense pressure, and the unexpected release.

She never thought she could scream and moan like she had that night, but with him... it had been impossible to hold back.

"Is Freya here?" Wang Xiao's voice cut through her wandering thoughts.

He suddenly remembered that Ericka had a daughter, around the same age as his sister Wang Mei. He had also heard of an older daughter, though he'd never met her.

Ericka bit her lip, nodding. "She's here. She'll be helping with the project as well. She works for the Oracle Network now, though very few know about it."

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, surprised but impressed. "Oh, great, great..." He praised her, but his words only made her blush an even deeper shade of red.

Then, leaning in closer, he whispered in her ear, "Go down now..."

The subtle command sent a shiver down Ericka's spine, her body reacting involuntarily to his words.

________

In another tent, a girl with a fiery ponytail sat in front of a laptop, her slender fingers dancing swiftly over the keyboard.

Her posture was straight, her expression focused, and her body tightly covered by the tactical suit she wore. Though still young, her face had a natural fairness to it, a certain elegance mixed with determination.

Her figure, while not fully developed, already hinted at the beauty she would inherit from her mother, with the same promising S curve Ericka was famous for.

"Hm? Ericka?" she muttered to herself, noticing her phone vibrating beside her. Glancing at the screen, she frowned. "Why is she calling me now?"

She picked up the phone with a mix of annoyance and curiosity, completely unfazed by referring to her mother by her first name.

If Wang Xiao knew that this girl--Ericka's daughter--called her mother by name without a second thought, he'd probably think both of them deserved some sort of global recognition award for their absurd mother-daughter duo.

Freya answered the call, already annoyed. "What the fuck, mom? Why are you calling me now?"

"Freya...baby..." Ericka's breathless, shaky voice came through, barely holding it together. "Come to my tent... I... need you..."

Freya frowned. Something was off, way off. "What do you need me for?"

There was a pause, and Freya's frown deepened as strange sounds filtered through the phone--soft groaning, labored breathing, and... was that a slap? She strained to hear more.

"J-Just... hurry...," Ericka gasped between breaths, "please... come here..."

Freya froze, her eyes narrowing. Another muffled moan came through, followed by a deep, sleazy voice in the background. "Fuck yeah, that's it, open it wider... take it... mmm..."

"Wait a minute..." Freya muttered, disbelief dawning on her. "Mom--Are you frekin kidding me? Are you actually... having sex?!"

There was a soft moan, then Ericka whispered, "Freya... Baby...just... come over..."

Freya pulled the phone away from her ear, her eyes wide in utter disbelief. She could hear the man's voice again, slurring his words like some cheesy B-movie villain. "God, you're so fucking tight... can't get enough of this, haha..."

"Oh, for god's sake," Freya groaned, rubbing her temples, trying to contain her disgust. "Are you screwing on-site? During a fucking mission?!"

"Freya... ngh... just... get over here..."

More obscene sounds followed, wet slapping noises mixed with the guy's mocking, over-the-top voice. "Yeah, moan for me... louder, I know you love it... Call your daughter here let her join us! ... Let her see the dirty little face of her mother..."

Freya's jaw clenched. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she yelled into the phone. "You're seriously fucking someone in the middle of a military operation?!"

Ericka's breath hitched again, followed by a muffled, "Just... come... Freya..."

Meanwhile, the guy in the background kept going, his voice dripping with sleaze. "Yeah, just like that... oh, you're such a dirty little pussy, aren't you?"

Freya's eye twitched, her irritation reaching its peak. "This is fucking insane!" she snapped, hanging up the phone before she heard any more of that disgusting dialogue.

She stormed out of her tent, rage and embarrassment bubbling up inside her. "If I walk into that tent and they're actually doing it, I'm going to kill these two disgusting beings!"

As she made her way to the tent, her thoughts spiraled into a mix of disbelief and shame, "Who the hell screws in the middle of a mission?"

By the time she got close to Ericka's tent, Freya let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Why the fuck am I even related to her?" she muttered to herself. "I swear, it's like I've been cursed with the most dysfunctional family genetics in existence."

Pausing outside the tent, she took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself. "If I walk in there and see something I can't unsee, I'll need therapy for life."