Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

What a sight...

Truth be told, Juzi's figure was even more voluptuous and rounded than Nana's.

Qianran's gaze shifted quickly from Juzi to Keke. Honestly, Keke's figure wasn't bad either—she had her own charms.

"Stupid Qianran, you pervert," Keke muttered under her breath, feeling both shy and flustered as she noticed his lingering gaze on her and Juzi.

But then Qianran walked away, leaving her slightly disappointed.

What's with this guy, acting all high and mighty?

It wasn't like she would have minded if he had stolen a touch or two. If Qianran had tried to get a little closer, she wouldn't have resisted or complained. So why was he pretending to be a gentleman?

Hmph.

While Keke and Juzi were undeniably attractive, they weren't officially "his" yet. Though Qianran had plans for them, now wasn't the right time to make a move. Tempting as it was, he forced himself to focus elsewhere.

Unlike Keke and Juzi, Nana was his woman.

Irritated by the lingering heat stirred up by Juzi and Keke's training, Qianran turned to Nana for relief.

At the moment, Nana was doing weighted squats, a routine she was well-acquainted with. As an Agility-type soul master, she regularly trained her core and leg strength. Her Ghost Martial Soul relied on speed and evasiveness, augmented by the specialized soul tools Mingde Hall had crafted for her.

Her combination of physical prowess and equipment kept her ahead of peers in both soul master and soul engineer circles. Even at home, Nana maintained a strict training regimen to ensure her body stayed in top condition.

Qianran placed his hands gently on Nana's slender waist, his fingers tracing her arms and thighs as she squatted. The sweat-soaked fabric of her tight workout leggings clung to her skin, radiating a tantalizing warmth.

The damp, heated sensation under his touch was irresistible.

"Hmm..."

Nana shivered slightly, her breath catching as Qianran's hands roamed over her. Already fatigued from training, her legs trembled under his "guidance."

Before long, Nana was completely out of breath, her face flushed crimson. Strands of her fiery red ponytail stuck to her damp forehead as her chest rose and fell heavily.

Qianran couldn't help but notice a particular advantage of Nana's impressive height: it made certain... possibilities much more accessible.

For instance, in her current forward-bending position, Qianran could stand behind her without needing to crouch. At 1.8 meters tall, Nana's height had once seemed daunting, but now Qianran saw it in an entirely different light.

Unlike others who might need high heels for certain... situations, Nana could manage just fine barefoot.

To be honest, kneeling or bending one's legs for extended periods wasn't exactly comfortable. One or two minutes might be tolerable, but any longer and the strain was real.

High heels weren't ideal either—while they solved the height issue, they caused soreness after prolonged use.

And Qianran was nothing if not considerate.

"Nana, come with me. I want to teach you something special," Qianran said, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

The sight of Nana bent over in her workout attire—tight yoga pants accentuating her legs and hips as she held her ankles—was nothing short of artistic perfection.

This is art. True art.

"O-okay," Nana stammered, her face burning. Being called away by Qianran in front of Juzi and Keke was more than a little embarrassing. It felt like a blatant announcement of their relationship.

"Special training?" Juzi and Keke would undoubtedly jump to conclusions.

Just moments earlier, the two had teased her about her connection with Qianran, clearly aware of their intimacy.

"That pervert. Teaching her something 'special,' huh?" Keke grumbled as she watched Nana follow Qianran out.

For reasons she couldn't explain, her heart suddenly raced.

This guy! After keeping Nana up all night and making us suffer with sleeplessness, now he's at it again?

"Doesn't Nana need rest? And doesn't Qianran need to take care of himself?"

Keke fumed inwardly. Sure, Qianran was young and full of energy, but he couldn't just rely on youth to overdo it.

What if he burns himself out before I even get my chance?

"Juzi, don't you think Qianran is... too much sometimes?" Keke asked, her cheeks flushed.

"How would I know?" Juzi retorted, equally flustered. She shared Keke's suspicions about Qianran's intentions with Nana but felt Keke was being a little too blunt.

"Well, maybe a little. But what does it have to do with us?"

Still, Juzi couldn't entirely dismiss Keke's point.

Qianran's stamina was remarkable, but even he had limits. After all, he hadn't rested until almost dawn, leaving Juzi and Keke exhausted from the noises next door.

And then there was Xu Tiannan.

Juzi's heart sank every time she thought of her future with him. Compared to Qianran, Xu Tiannan couldn't even hold a candle to him.

Xu Tiannan couldn't even last a second.

Worse still, Xu Tiannan's temperamental nature left Juzi constantly on edge, knowing he would never truly trust her.

But what shook her the most was the realization that, if she became Xu Tiannan's concubine, her future would be devoid of any joy as a woman. Xu Tiannan's condition was irreparable—it hadn't improved in all these years and never would.

Seeing Juzi's somber expression, Keke tactfully dropped the subject. Her gaze drifted toward the closed door of the room where Qianran and Nana had disappeared, a tinge of envy in her eyes.

Why couldn't it be me?

Does Qianran really only like tall girls? Am I really that inadequate?

Keke turned to the full-length mirror in the gym, scrutinizing her reflection.

Her figure wasn't the most ideal, but it wasn't bad either—just not as statuesque as Nana's.

As she examined herself, Keke couldn't help but feel increasingly disheartened.

(Chapter End)

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