A Goddess Sitting at the Table (Lily Futa) - Chapter 1

On her birthday, Tan Ke’ai was dragged by her group of best friends to a certain high-end club.

Her girlfriends were chattering and egging her on excitedly.

“Today is your 24th birthday! It’s your zodiac year! We prepared a huge surprise for you!”

“Time to pop Tan Ke’ai’s cherry.”

“You talk about fucking girls every day but we’ve never seen you actually hook up with one. Today we’re footing the bill so you can finally fuck one.”

“Nonsense. It’s clearly because hardly anyone catches my eye.” Tan Ke’ai put on an arrogant, smug expression, strutting confidently into the club with her chest puffed out.

Her friends all had sly, mischievous looks and kept winking hard at her. “We picked 15 girls for you. Pick whichever one you want, old madam. Or two if you feel like it—as long as you don’t get tired.”

A line of stunningly figured, alluring women of every charm and style walked into the private room.

Her friends immediately started commenting and judging.

“Wow, this girl’s legs are so long, slim, and fair. Pick this one, Lord Tan!” Ding Youyou stared at girl No. 3’s beautiful legs, practically drooling.

“Don’t listen to Ding Youyou. Look at this one’s breasts—so big and white. They’d definitely feel amazing to squeeze!” Chen Keqing couldn’t tear her eyes away from girl No. 5’s chest that seemed ready to burst out.

“Lord Tan, choose the last one! That cold, aloof temperament! Pinning her down and fucking her until she cries would feel so good.” Even the usually sweet and obedient Feng Yuzhi looked unusually excited, her little face flushed red.

For a moment Tan Ke’ai felt dazed. Who exactly were the lesbians here? How were these women even hornier than she was? Looking at the row of women in front of her, Tan Ke’ai felt restless and suddenly had the urge to run away. Why on earth did she even come…?

But on the surface she still maintained the air of an experienced big sister who had seen it all. Almost instinctively, Tan Ke’ai lifted her eyes to look at the woman at the very end.

One glance—and she could never look away again.

Among the dozen or so hostesses, the one at the far end stood with an indifferent, otherworldly expression. Tall and striking, she wore a military-green trench coat that made her look both cold and dashing. She seemed more like she was attending a high-society banquet than standing there to be chosen as a working girl.

Tan Ke’ai’s pupils shook violently. This person… wasn’t she exactly Wei Lan—the goddess she had secretly crushed on for so long?!