A Goddess Sitting at the Table (Lily Futa) - Chapter 2

Wei Lan’s gaze also turned toward her. Their eyes met, and Tan Ke’ai froze in place, her entire face exploding into a deep crimson blush. But the other’s indifferent look brought a pang of disappointment—sure enough, Wei Lan didn’t remember her.

But there was no mistake—this was Wei Lan! Her appearance was already etched into Tan Ke’ai’s mind. That cool, aloof temperament and that commanding aura belonged only to her goddess, Wei Lan.

“Lord Tan, have you chosen yet? Which one suits your taste the most?” Ding Youyou asked with a gossipy grin, shaking the dazed Tan Ke’ai to snap her out of her trance.

“Choose carefully! We bet 200 bucks on this! Let me tell you, that No. 5 chick—her tits are definitely soft and bouncy and smell amazing! I can already catch the scent of tit milk from here!” Chen Keqing drooled as she walked over to the beautiful No. 5 girl, her lewd, hungry stare startling the hostess for a second. But the girl quickly recovered her professional poise and shot Chen Keqing a sultry, flirtatious wink. Chen Keqing’s heart raced like a startled deer.

“Why not just take No. 3, No. 5, and No. 15? I believe Lord Tan’s fingers are unstoppable! No pussy will stay unshaken!” Feng Yuzhi rubbed her hands together excitedly. Come on, how often does a normal person get to experience an emperor-selecting-concubines scene like this?

Tan Ke’ai’s mind went through an inhuman level of internal conflict. How could her former surgical goddess end up working as a table hostess? Did Wei Lan only service women, or was she open to men too? The thought of her goddess rolling around in bed with someone else twisted Tan Ke’ai’s entire chest in pain and despair.

But… even so, this might be the only chance in her life to get intimately close to her goddess. Tan Ke’ai’s mood suddenly surged with excitement. The kind of fantasy that straight guys jerk off to had actually come true for her. Imagining Wei Lan stripped naked, lying on the bed, getting fucked senseless by her until she was lost in lust—eyes vacant and starving, thin lips parted as moans spilled out… Tan Ke’ai’s lower abdomen clenched tight, and a warm rush of honey leaked from the soft pussy between her legs.

She cleared her throat and knocked on the table like an experienced player. “Just… the last one.”

The fourteen other hostesses dispersed, leaving only Wei Lan standing in place.

Tan Ke’ai’s three best friends gave her ambiguous winks before scattering too—though Chen Keqing seemed to have gone off looking for No. 5.

Now the private room held only Tan Ke’ai and Wei Lan. The air felt thin and scorching. Tan Ke’ai’s little heart pounded wildly; she didn’t even know where to put her hands or feet. But to appear composed and in control, she stood up in her high heels. Lifting her chin and puffing out her chest, she gave Wei Lan a confident, practiced glance, then led her toward the bedroom inside the suite. “What should I call you, miss?”

“Wei Lan.” Wei Lan’s voice was flat, not sparing Tan Ke’ai even an extra glance.

The moment that signature cold, husky voice floated out, Tan Ke’ai’s legs went weak from arousal. But why was Wei Lan using her real name? Everyone else used fake ones like Angela or Little Moon. Still… with this level of service attitude, her goddess wasn’t even worried about complaints!

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The bedroom in the suite was set up like a hotel room, except for the display cabinet in the corner stocked with all kinds of sex toys. From essential oils and Indian god oil to finger cots, vibrators, dildos, fake pussies, and erotic magazines—everything was there.

Tan Ke’ai fantasized in her head about using every single prop on her goddess… making her tighten up down there again, squeezing out more honey. She instinctively clenched her thighs, her throat feeling a little dry.

Wei Lan’s gaze drifted between Tan Ke’ai’s legs for a single second.

“Ahem, then you go take a bath first. I’ll wait for you.” Tan Ke’ai sat on the sofa, cleared her throat again, and said it—her heart rate spiking past 180 bpm. She stole glances with her peripheral vision at the graceful, elegant Wei Lan, who looked completely out of place in this hotel vibe. She didn’t seem like someone here to provide sexual services; more like a model strutting down a runway.

“Mm. Want to shower together?” Wei Lan lifted her long legs and walked toward the bathroom. At the doorway, she paused, turned back, and asked.