Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Juzi and Keke bit their lips softly, their breaths coming in short, erratic bursts.

Both women were adults—they knew exactly what Qianran and Nana were doing next door. Keke, especially, had already suspected the two were intimate.

"Ugh, Nana's so loud," Keke muttered quietly, her cheeks blazing red.

From the sounds drifting through the walls, she could tell Nana was thoroughly enjoying herself. There was no way someone would make such delighted, sweet sounds if they weren't.

As her thoughts wandered, Keke couldn't help but imagine what Qianran and Nana were doing.

Suddenly, a dangerous thought popped into her head.

What if the woman in that room wasn't Nana but... me?

The next second, Keke felt a mix of shame and frustration, trying to banish the idea. But once it had taken root, it refused to leave, as if it had sunk deep into her mind.

She had touched Qianran before and knew he was in great shape—firm and strong.

If only...

Keke already had feelings for Qianran, and now her entire body felt unbearably hot. She wasn't even jealous of Nana anymore. If she could be with Qianran, she wouldn't mind sharing him with others.

"Juzi, I feel so uncomfortable," Keke whimpered, her voice tinged with desperation.

The remnants of the medicinal power she had yet to fully refine were now coursing through her body, amplifying her restlessness.

Juzi had been fine until now, but Keke's fevered body kept pressing against hers. Before long, Keke wrapped herself around Juzi entirely.

"I love you, Qianran," Keke mumbled dreamily, as though lost in her imagination. To her, it felt as if she were holding Qianran's strong, protective figure.

"What are you doing, Keke?" Juzi froze, completely taken aback.

What was Keke trying to pull?

This is insane. Does Keke think I'm Qianran?

Juzi's mind raced. If Keke wanted to be with Qianran so badly, why didn't she just go to him? Right now, if Keke went to Qianran's room...

Even Juzi found herself thinking of Qianran. If she were honest, the idea of being with him didn't seem so bad.

In every way, Qianran was superior to Xu Tiannan.

As for Qianran's flirtatious tendencies, they were a far cry from Xu Tiannan's impotence.

Moreover, Xu Tiannan's personality was erratic and unpredictable. Even though Juzi was always careful around him, she never felt safe. She was weak now, but the moment she tried to claim any real power, Xu Tiannan would undoubtedly turn on her.

Juzi sighed inwardly, envying Keke's carefree innocence.

Keke still had choices. She, Juzi, had none.

The next morning, Juzi and Keke reluctantly crawled out of bed, yawning with dark circles under their eyes.

Neither of them brought up the events of the previous night, but the air between them was awkward—especially for Keke.

The memory of clinging to Juzi in a haze of longing and whispering such embarrassing things made her want to flee the villa altogether.

I... I'm not unwanted! How could I act like that?

It was mortifying.

Even in her dreams, she had fantasized about Qianran. What was wrong with her?

"You didn't sleep last night?" Qianran asked as he walked in, freshly washed and looking at Juzi and Keke's exhausted faces with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? Oh, we were just so excited to stay in such a nice place for the first time that we couldn't sleep," Keke blurted, her face turning beet red as she ducked her head like a child caught misbehaving.

Juzi's cheeks also flushed, and she nodded along silently.

The mere thought of last night was enough to make their skin crawl with embarrassment. There was no way they'd let Qianran find out what had happened. They were still proper ladies, after all.

"All right," Qianran said, though he raised an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow, you'll sleep on the second floor," he added, seemingly making a casual observation.

"Oh." Both Juzi and Keke turned an even deeper shade of red, silently agreeing.

"But just because you didn't rest well doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Spend the morning training in the gym on the third floor," Qianran said, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Beautiful girls working out? A feast for the eyes.

"Yay!" Keke cheered, jumping up enthusiastically. Compared to the intense physical training from the previous day, this sounded much easier.

Qianran, that pervy guy, must be thinking of something weird, Keke grumbled inwardly.

Before long, the three girls changed into their workout clothes. They wore sports bras on top and tight-fitting yoga shorts on the bottom.

What a sight to behold.

No wonder so many people in his previous life were obsessed with athletic goddesses, willing to spend exorbitant amounts just for a chance to meet one.

Fitness girls had a unique allure, even more so than those in skirts.

The snug yoga shorts perfectly accentuated their curves, seamlessly connecting their enticing hip lines with their sculpted thighs. The graceful arc from their waist to their toes could make anyone's heart race.

Qianran was completely captivated.

Those who didn't appreciate such beauty probably had... issues.

"Qianran, do you like it?" Nana asked shyly, blushing as she sidled up to him. She had already figured out Qianran's preferences and was delighted to please him.

"My Nana is stunning," Qianran complimented sincerely.

Nana wore white yoga shorts that hugged her shapely legs and pert hips. The tight fit highlighted her smooth, flawless figure, exuding an irresistibly sweet and alluring charm.

Her well-proportioned and toned legs, complemented by a graceful curve in the middle, were nothing short of mesmerizing.

From every angle, she looked amazing.

Compared to Keke and Juzi, Nana carried herself with the poise of a true fitness goddess.

"Then I'll wear this for you more often," Nana murmured, her cheeks red. Hearing Qianran's praise filled her heart with warmth.

"What about us, Qianran?" Keke asked, stepping forward and pulling at his attention.

"Not bad," Qianran said, giving her a once-over. From a purely visual standpoint, Keke couldn't compete with Nana. Her petite frame wasn't suited for a sensual appeal, and trying to compare herself to others in that regard was a losing battle.

Juzi, on the other hand, had an excellent figure. Though less striking at first glance than Nana, her curvier, softer lines had a graceful allure that felt soothing and appealing.

"Fine," Keke pouted, puffing out her cheeks. She glanced between Nana and Juzi before sighing in resignation, looking like a defeated puppy. This simply wasn't her strength.

(Chapter End)