A Goddess Sitting at the Table (Lily Futa) - Chapter 3

Tan Ke’ai’s mind exploded with a loud buzz.

This—this—this… her goddess was inviting her to shower together! If she didn’t accept, was she even human?! Tan Ke’ai’s clenched fists trembled on her thighs. She deliberately crossed her right leg over her left and casually swung her foot, putting on an air of practiced nonchalance. She flashed Wei Lan a bold, unrestrained smile. “You go ahead and wash first. I’ll take a look at these toys.”

The corner of Wei Lan’s lips curved into a gentle arc as she gave a faint smile. “Okay.”

That soft smile from her goddess hit Tan Ke’ai like an electric shock, sending another wave of numbness down her spine.

While Wei Lan entered the bathroom, Tan Ke’ai fidgeted like an ant on a hot pan. The bathroom glass was completely transparent, only separated by a frosted curtain. She could vaguely make out Wei Lan’s figure as she undressed, and Tan Ke’ai’s gaze glued itself uncontrollably to the glass.

The slender swan-like neck, sharp collarbones, perky chest… it almost looked like water droplets sliding down those erect nipples.

Tan Ke’ai’s throat bobbed as she swallowed the flood of saliva pooling in her mouth.

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The bathroom curtain parted slightly. Wei Lan’s fair cheeks were now tinged with a soft pink from the steamy mist.

“Does it look good?” Wei Lan met Tan Ke’ai’s eyes and asked seriously, as casually as if she were asking, “Can you solve this math problem?”

!!!

Tan Ke’ai didn’t have time to look away; panic flashed through her eyes. She quickly faked a cough, lowered her head, and muttered, “Not bad.”

Which meant she completely missed the amusement that flickered in Wei Lan’s gaze.

Wei Lan closed the curtain again. The rock in Tan Ke’ai’s heart finally dropped, and she let out a huge breath of relief—but she didn’t dare look toward the bathroom anymore.

…

“You go wash.” Wei Lan stepped out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe, her long hair casually pinned up in a slightly messy, damp bun. Her two long legs moved beneath the robe, appearing and disappearing in tantalizing glimpses, incredibly sexy. As she passed by Tan Ke’ai’s side, she carried with her a fresh, clean scent. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t watch you shower.”

Tan Ke’ai gave a stiff nod, feeling like she’d just been subtly roasted. Her cheeks burned tomato-red.

She jumped up in a panic and practically dashed into the bathroom. She took a lightning-fast combat shower, shaking her head hard to stop herself from overthinking. But Wei Lan’s graceful figure kept flashing through her mind anyway. Her freshly washed pussy got wet and slippery again, forcing her to rinse three or four more times.

Wait… this body wash definitely didn’t smell the same as the fragrance on Wei Lan’s body, right?

When Tan Ke’ai crept out timidly, Wei Lan was leaning sideways against the bed in her bathrobe, holding a thick book. From afar, Tan Ke’ai could see a long string of unfamiliar English on the cover. When Wei Lan noticed her emerge, she casually closed the book and shifted her gaze onto Tan Ke’ai.

Tan Ke’ai felt like she was sitting on pins and needles under that stare. She nervously scratched here and there, desperately wishing she could turn invisible. Normally she was quite bold and confident—other people’s attention only made her lift her chin higher and strut prouder—but under Wei Lan’s gaze, she felt so inferior she could barely walk straight, like the little mermaid taking painful steps on knives.

Tan Ke’ai sat on the far edge of the bed, putting as much distance as possible between them. Her heart pounded like war drums, her throat dry and hoarse, but she refused to show weakness. She forced herself to speak. “Shall we… start?”

Wei Lan sat up and leaned against the headboard. In the dim light, her gaze toward Tan Ke’ai seemed tinged with heat. The collar of her bathrobe gaped open, revealing two firm, pale mounds with deep cleavage. At the very least, it sucked Tan Ke’ai’s soul straight into that ravine. Her red lips parted slightly. “Kiss me.”

Tan Ke’ai’s heart slammed violently; she could hear her own pulse roaring in her ears. Like she was under a spell, she slowly crawled toward Wei Lan, inching closer to those thin red lips.

She kissed the dream she’d longed for.

Tan Ke’ai’s eyes squeezed shut. The kiss was gentle and ethereal—she only dared to brush lightly against Wei Lan’s lips, terrified of hurting her or waking up from the dream.

“This doesn’t count as kissing.” Wei Lan watched Tan Ke’ai’s slightly trembling eyelashes, then pressed a hand to the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

In the tangle of breaths, Tan Ke’ai’s thoughts melted away under Wei Lan’s mouth. All she knew was that even though her goddess felt cold on the outside, her tongue was scorching hot. That burning, slick tongue invaded her mouth, stealing her breath, setting every place it touched ablaze like wildfire. Tan Ke’ai couldn’t fight back at all; she could only brace both hands against Wei Lan’s collarbones to keep from collapsing. When Wei Lan finally pulled back for a moment, Tan Ke’ai gasped desperately for air. “Mm… haa… haa…”

Her goddess was so fucking good…

The thought made heat surge through Tan Ke’ai’s whole body. Down below, her swollen clit throbbed hard against her soaked folds, making her instinctively squeeze her thighs together and let out a soft whimper. “Nnh…”

“…Wh-what are you—?” Suddenly a thin veil of fabric covered Tan Ke’ai’s eyes, blocking her vision and instantly stripping away her sense of security. Her breath hitched.

Wei Lan’s hands reached behind her head to tie the blindfold in place.

“Providing service.” Wei Lan’s voice was ice-cold.