Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

After enduring Wang Yan's lengthy instructions on the tournament details, Qianran quickly retreated to his room, eagerly awaiting Ma Xiaotao's arrival.

Though he had little interest in the tournament itself, the prospect of flaunting his prowess on such a grand stage held undeniable appeal. If he performed exceptionally, his name would echo across the continent, drawing the attention of countless talented young men and women.

And then... well, Qianran had his plans.

Not long after, a youthful and stunning Ma Xiaotao appeared, blushing as she jogged toward his room.

Her vibrant red ponytail bounced with her steps, while her outfit radiated a confident and mature vibe.

She wore ultra-low-cut white canvas sneakers with pink laces, the shoes barely reaching her delicate ankles. As she walked, the soft heels of her shoes would occasionally slip away from her feet, revealing the elegant curve of her achilles tendon and the flawless shape of her feet.

She had skipped socks entirely, opting instead for shimmering nude tights that accentuated her long, shapely legs. The subtle gleam of the stockings under the hotel's warm lighting gave her already perfect legs an ethereal allure.

Above her legs was a short black pleated skirt, sitting snugly on her slim waist and ending just past the middle of her thighs.

Her upper body was clad in a pale pink strapless crop top, exposing her smooth collarbones and the translucent straps of her innerwear. The snug top, accentuating her ample curves, left a tantalizing hint of her toned abdomen visible above the skirt.

Anyone who saw her like this would marvel at her youthful beauty, but Qianran couldn't help swallowing hard.

Standing in front of him, Ma Xiaotao clasped her hands behind her back, nervously pressing her toned, shimmering thighs together. Her exposed navel added a playful touch to her otherwise bold appearance.

"You're finally opening the door? I've been waiting forever!"

Her flushed face betrayed her embarrassment as she quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Qianran's gaze remained fixed on her, mesmerized.

He had always thought Ma Xiaotao was stunning, but dressed in Shrek Academy's dreary uniforms, her beauty was often muted. Now, in this stylish outfit, she was breathtaking.

"She's going for the mature, elegant look?" Qianran mused, his thoughts running wild.

Even her choice of tights, typically associated with an older demographic, added a unique allure that enhanced her natural charm.

"Why sneak around like this? Even if people found out, it wouldn't matter. They'd learn eventually. We're not doing anything wrong. Since when is there a law against couples being affectionate?" Qianran teased, pulling Ma Xiaotao closer. His hand playfully brushed against her toned stomach.

Unlike Qianran, who barely worked out, Ma Xiaotao exercised regularly, her athletic routine sculpting her body to perfection. Her toned abdomen was a testament to her dedication, and Qianran found it irresistible.

"Honestly, I want to set a gemstone here," he murmured, pressing his finger gently against her navel. The small, charming indentation held his gaze captive.

"Not a chance!" Ma Xiaotao retorted, a light laugh escaping her lips. Despite her words, she felt a warm sweetness spread through her chest, her flushed face betraying her delight.

Qianran's obsession with her beauty filled her with a sense of pride she hadn't expected.

Unable to resist, Qianran pulled her onto the sofa and cradled her on his lap.

Though visibly flustered, Ma Xiaotao didn't push him away, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar closeness. When Qianran leaned in and playfully nibbled at her ear, her entire body quivered.

They said ears were a girl's weak spot, and Ma Xiaotao proved the adage true. Her initial resistance melted away, leaving her soft and pliant in his arms.

"I just want to look at you," Qianran said softly, his eyes drinking in every detail of her.

For him, Ma Xiaotao was a masterpiece—an exquisite work of art.

"Then… do as you please," Ma Xiaotao whispered, her voice barely audible. How could she say no to Qianran? As long as he adored her, she was content.

In her mind, Qianran's unwavering devotion was the greatest gift she could receive.

Sitting sideways on Qianran's lap, Ma Xiaotao felt his hand trace her silky, stocking-clad legs, his touch reverent.

"Stockings," Qianran thought to himself, "truly humanity's finest invention—more incredible than any Level Ten soul tool. How many great men have fallen to their allure?"

He slipped off her white sneakers, revealing toes adorned with pale pink nail polish that shimmered faintly under the light. Qianran remembered that she hadn't painted them before, indicating this was a recent change.

"Do you like it?" Ma Xiaotao asked shyly, her head lowered.

For all her fiery confidence in public, Ma Xiaotao became endearingly bashful around Qianran. He still recalled how she'd once punctuated her sentences with "this lady" in a boastful tone. Those days seemed so far away now.

"Everything about you—I love it all," Qianran replied earnestly.

"Tomorrow's the tournament. We should stop," Ma Xiaotao said, interrupting his admiration. She was already blushing furiously, clearly reaching her limit for embarrassment.

Reluctantly, Qianran pulled back, capturing a few more moments in his memory for later reflection.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully winning over the inner court goddess, Ma Xiaotao."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, on acquiring a soul skill: Legion of the Undead."

(End of Chapter)