Divine Comedy

Su Ke felt his legs growing weaker and weaker, his body constantly buffeted by the soft, ample flesh pressing against him from a crowd of beauties. He couldn't utter a single word, and the various alluring scents of perfume drifting into his nostrils acted like a shot of adrenaline, causing his breathing to quicken.

It's over! Are these women actually going to gang-rape me right here? Su Ke had never witnessed such a scene; watching this group of women transform into nymphomaniacs in the blink of an eye, he wondered if he was truly about to fall victim to their clutches. Could he, a pure and innocent virgin, really handle this?

The more Su Ke thought about it, the more nervous he became, to the point that he completely ignored the notification sound from the Flower Picking System signaling that a task had been completed.

"Hey, hey! That's enough, you lot. You've gotten addicted to taking advantage of him—don't go scaring my little shota!" At this moment, Luo Feiyan's voice finally rang out. Her slightly husky tone was incredibly seductive, carrying a hint of charming playfulness.

With Luo Feiyan's intervention, Su Ke finally escaped the encirclement of the masked women with his life intact. He stood there, face flushed red, his body seemingly still retaining the warmth of those women. At a complete loss, he had no idea what to say.

"We haven't even done anything yet, and you're already jealous, Feiyan? Little shota, how about you go get a room with big sister later? Don't work here anymore; big sister will keep you!"

Su Ke was startled. He looked up to see a woman with a voluptuous figure, her chest bulging with two mounds of soft flesh. She wore a pure white, silver-thread blended batwing shirt that shimmered dazzlingly, leaving the skin on her chest and arms snow-white. Even though she wore a facial mask, her silhouette alone proved she was a natural beauty.

Feeling his face burning, he swallowed hard. Beneath that pure white, silver-thread shirt, the woman was actually wearing a jet-black bra; the stark contrast between black and white was incredibly tempting.

"Ugh!" Su Ke gulped. He could see the lace trim of the woman's black bra with perfect clarity. His gaze involuntarily fell upon those two full, rounded peaks, but after one nervous glance, he immediately shifted his eyes toward Luo Feiyan.

Holy crap! This look was even more intense, and Su Ke's heart gave another violent leap. Today, Luo Feiyan looked like a completely different person. Her wine-red, curly hair was tied into a jaunty side ponytail, making her look exceptionally playful. A tight, black cotton tank top clung firmly to her body, and she wore bright red hot pants below, revealing a pair of sexy, long, white legs that were slender but not thin.

Compared to those long white legs, the smoky red hot pants seemed almost non-existent, barely covering the tops of her thighs. Su Ke felt a surge of hot blood rushing upward, with a portion of it heading straight for his lower abdomen. He quickly shifted his gaze to the floor.

"Haha, Sister Yan, look at your little shota—his face is all red! Such a pure, innocent boy is definitely my type!" Su Ke didn't dare look up, but judging by the voice, it was someone else.

"Go on, go on, you bunch of nymphomaniacs, all of you acting so wanton. Don't even think about targeting our Su Ke. Let me tell you, our Su Ke is for looking at, not for touching. I'll let it slide this time, but if you act like love-struck fools again, I'll have my Su Ke eat you all up!"

Luo Feiyan laughed coquettishly, pointing at the group of women, which immediately triggered another round of uproarious laughter.

"Sister Yan, have you already eaten the little shota?"

"Yeah, Sister Yan, how does it taste? Tell us about it!"

"That's right, that's right, Feiyan! Did you record it? Show us sisters so we can get a thrill too!"

As the women chimed in one after another, Su Ke felt increasingly depressed. This was blatant slander! This group of nymphomaniacs had no humanity. He was a genuine, honest-to-goodness pure virgin—how did they make him sound like some kind of master in bed?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Su Ke truly wanted to grab a whip, make all these women lie down on the beds, and spank them one by one. That'll teach you to slander me! That'll teach you to tease me!

"Alright, alright, everyone go lie down on the beds and behave!" Luo Feiyan clapped her hands twice, suppressing the women's playful commotion.

Lie? On the beds? The dazed Su Ke was stunned by Luo Feiyan's words. Since when did this boss become so considerate of her subordinates? He had only just fantasized about it, and she was already helping him achieve his goal? Was this the legendary "telepathic connection"?

But he had only been thinking about it!

"Uh, Boss, Sister Yan, I!" Su Ke raised his head, looking righteous. He would never actually go through with whipping anyone's bottom, but when he saw all the masked women heading toward their respective beauty treatment beds, he swallowed his words back down his throat.

To whip or not to whip? That is the question! Su Ke struggled and hesitated. Should he, as a man, be the bigger person and forgive them for their teasing, or should he administer a light punishment to teach them a lesson?

"Don't mind them; they're all sex-crazed ghosts reincarnated!" Luo Feiyan winked at Su Ke, then turned and walked toward her own exclusive beauty bed. As she walked, she said, "Show them a trick or two; let them witness the little shota's piano mastery!"

Su Ke watched Luo Feiyan's back, her hips swaying inside those hot pants, catching everyone's eye. Those long white legs were even more radiant, and her stride was as graceful as a willow in the spring breeze, full of infinite charm.

Gulp! Swallowing again, Su Ke finally noticed several beauticians in uniform pink outfits walking behind the beaded curtains. Only then did he realize that these masked women were lying on the beds to get beauty massages!

He took a deep breath. The lounge area, which had been filled with the chirping of birds and swallows just moments ago, suddenly became empty. Su Ke composed himself and walked toward the piano. Playing the piano was his job; being teased by these beauties was apparently just a warm-up.

Before Su Ke even reached the piano, Luo Feiyan's voice came again, "Sisters, whatever songs you want to hear, just request them. One kiss for one song!"

Holy crap! Su Ke nearly stumbled. This beautiful boss was teasing him wave after wave.

Like a stone thrown into a pond, Luo Feiyan's words made the third-floor hall lively once more. "Sister Yan, is it a French tongue kiss? If so, I'll order a dozen!"

"Get in line, will you? Sister Yan, can I buy a yearly package?"

"Uh, Sister Yan, I forgot to brush my teeth—does that matter?"

Su Ke finally managed to sit on the piano bench, his head spinning. He took a deep, steadying breath to adjust his emotions and began to limber up his fingers, his ten digits moving flexibly.

"Dear sisters, I don't know many songs. Could you pick something simple?" Su Ke knew that if he didn't speak up, these women might say something else to provoke him. He could clearly feel his little brother already showing signs of standing at attention; if it weren't for his tight jeans, he would have been exposed long ago.

Because he was still a bit nervous, Su Ke's voice trembled slightly.

"Okay!"

Someone immediately responded to Su Ke, then paused as if thinking. Su Ke pricked up his ears; after all, this was his debut performance, and he absolutely could not mess it up.

"Then, play 'The Eighteen Touches'!" The woman spoke with great seriousness, as if she had carefully selected it. Her voice was crisp and moving, sounding quite pleasant to the ear.

"Pfft!" Su Ke couldn't catch his breath and nearly choked. Wasn't "The Eighteen Touches" the legendary king of songs that had been lost to the world for ages?