I dated eight beastmen boyfriends at once — every single one hired me as a cheap stand‑in for their beloved goddess Celeste. Cold dragon CEO, snake professor, hot‑headed racer, spoiled wolf heir, A‑list fox star and three powerful background beast lords. They warned this poor human girl never to catch feelings; I only cared about their fat paychecks, perfectly playing their longing lover role while cashing check after check.
