Chapter 81

Chi Yan lowered her gaze, looking down at me, and said calmly, “What, you don’t want to?”

Just then, my aunt gently nudged me: “Go on, dance a song with your sister Yeon.”

I quickly agreed, “Yes, of course I’m willing.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Yeon turned and walked towards the center of the stage, leaving me with a touching silhouette.

I glanced back at my aunt, then quickly followed behind Sister Chi Yeon, secretly admiring her back view.

Chi Yeon walked gracefully ahead, her long legs, accentuated by her jeans, resembling slender green bamboo, appearing exceptionally straight and elongated. Each step she took exuded a natural beauty.

In particular, her full buttocks, outlined by the jeans, presented a perfect curve, both round and perky, exuding an alluring charm like a ripe fruit. Every curve was just right, making her the most beautiful sight in the banquet hall.

Just like when I was at Chi Yeon-nee’s house, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to her at first glance, and my heart was stirred with waves of emotion. I couldn’t help but imagine Chi Yeon-nee kneeling on the ground, her round and beautiful buttocks sticking up high in an alluring way.

In the bustling crowd, Ji Yeon-nee stood out like a dazzling light, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

Ji Yeon-nee was undoubtedly the most dazzling on stage. Her 1.73-meter height, paired with high heels, made her stand out from the crowd.

She has a supermodel-like figure, tall and slender, with a waist so thin it could be encircled by one hand, and a full hip line. Especially those jeans, which further accentuate her excellent body proportions.

From her slender shoulders to her waist, and then to those enviable long legs, every proportion is just right, as if she were the most perfect masterpiece of nature.

As Chi Yeon-nee walked forward casually, the cuffs of her jeans swayed slightly, revealing a small section of her fair ankle. Her ankles were slender and delicate, and paired with a pair of simple high heels, they added to her elegance and charm.

Suddenly, Sister Chi Yeon stopped, turned to me, and asked, “What kinds of dances can you do?”

I was so engrossed in admiring her figure that I couldn’t brake in time and crashed head-on into her.

Caught off guard, Sister Chi Yeon let out a soft cry, her high heels causing her to lose her balance and nearly fall.

I quickly realized what was happening and wrapped my arms around her slender waist. In that instant, a fragrant breeze brushed past my nose and mouth, and I found myself holding Chi Yan in my arms.

An embarrassed and annoyed voice rang in my ears: “Let go!”

Chi Yeon’s fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were gently staring at me.

I snapped out of my daze and realized that a large hand had conveniently landed on Chi Yeon-nee’s beautiful buttocks, gripping her buttocks tightly. Because of the excessive force, her firm and elastic buttocks were even slightly dented by my grip.

I was so startled that I quickly let go and apologized repeatedly, but my hand couldn’t help but savor the feeling of Chi Yeon-nee’s perky and full buttocks—it felt so good to grab, especially with a layer of jeans in between. I wondered what it would feel like to grab her naked without any covering.

The blush on Chi Yeon’s face quickly faded, and she acted as if nothing had happened: “I asked you what dances you can do?”

I answered honestly, “I have never studied dance. Most of what I learned was taught by my aunt when I was little. The dance I danced the most was probably the rumba. I guess that’s the only dance I can dance.”

Upon hearing this, Chi Yan’s expression flashed slightly unnaturally, and she couldn’t help but softly scold, “That Chi Qingqiu!”

I remained silent, and Chi Yeon’s reaction was exactly what I expected.

Because the characteristics of Rumba are romance, sexiness and passion, with its lingering steps, graceful movements and flirtatious gestures, it is a dance that expresses the affection between men and women.

Moreover, the dance moves are flamboyant and bold, with a strong performative element, which will undoubtedly attract the attention of everyone present.

Chi Yeon lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, then said helplessly, “Alright, let’s do the rumba!”

Just then, the music started playing, and when the familiar melody began, I instinctively looked at my aunt.

My aunt winked at me; it was like we were telepathically connected. How did she guess that we could dance the rumba?

In the dance floor, the lights were dreamlike and the music was melodious and ambiguous.

I gently took Chi Yeon’s hand. She tilted her head back slightly, her neck long and graceful. The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat.

Chi Yan is so beautiful, especially her refined and aloof aura, which makes my gaze instinctively want to escape and I dare not look directly at her.

Chi Yeon said softly, “Look at me, don’t overthink it.”

I took a deep breath and said, “Okay.” I turned my gaze back and calmly looked into Chi Yeon’s clear, beautiful eyes.

Chi Yan gently took my hand and placed my other hand on her slender waist. The warmth from her skin made my heart beat faster.

“Hmm~” Chi Yeon hummed softly, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

As the music played, we took our first steps. Ji Yeon’s movements were elegant and charming. As she danced, she whispered instructions: “Follow my rhythm.”

I held my breath and kept up with her pace.

As our steps clashed, my hand slid slowly along Chi Yan’s waist, caressing her supple, willow-like waist. I could clearly feel her trembling slightly, as if an electric current was coursing through her body.

As the dance continued, the awkwardness and mechanical feeling of the steps gradually faded, and the muscle memory from dancing with my aunt became clearer and clearer, making my dance moves more and more skillful.

As the crowd on stage gradually left, it left enough space for me and Chi Yeon. In an instant, all eyes in the banquet hall were on the two of us.

Chi Yan leaned back, her long hair drawing a graceful arc in the air, the strands gently brushing against my cheek, bringing a tingling sensation and a delicate fragrance.

I held her waist tightly, following her movements, the rhythm quickening, and my dance steps with Chi Yeon became even closer.

The next moment, Chi Yan spun up, and I held her slender hand tightly, our fingers intertwined. The fingertips of my other hand gently glided over her long legs. Even through a layer of denim, the delicate touch of her skin made my heart beat faster instantly.

Chi Yeon’s delicate body swayed gently in the air. She subconsciously looked at me, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of shyness in her eyes.

With the next movement, I caught Ike Yeon in mid-air and pulled her into my arms with a slight force.

Ike Yeon did not resist at all; instead, she leaned against my chest.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could feel each other’s rapid breathing and heartbeats.

With her soft, fragrant body in my arms, I gently inhaled the delicate scent emanating from Chi Yeon and couldn’t help but whisper, “Chi Yeon-nee, you don’t dislike me?”

Chi Yeon pulled away from my embrace, the dance continued, her expression indifferent: “Why should I hate you?”

Chi Yan and I danced together as if we had practiced countless times. Our steps were perfectly synchronized. I held her legs and waist tightly, and as our bodies drew closer, I stared into her eyes and whispered, “Because… it’s incest.”

Chi Yan spun around, glanced at me indifferently, her red lips parted slightly, and she whispered, “I have no feelings about incest.”

Just then, enthusiastic applause broke out around us, interrupting our conversation.

As the music reached its climax, the dance became even more passionate. As our eyes met, Chi Yan’s thin red lips parted slightly, exhaling a wisp of fragrance towards me. The delicate scent wafted over, and my heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of my chest, causing my movements to become unsteady.

Chi Yan gently squeezed my shoulder with her slender hand. I understood what she meant and forced myself to calm down.

As the music played, my physical interaction with Ike Yeon became more and more natural and passionate.

We spun, drew closer, and separated. Chi Yeon seemed completely immersed in the dance. Her movements became bolder and more unrestrained, like a burning flame. Every sway, every turn, and every friction with my body was unconsciously filled with ambiguous tension and allure.

Under her guidance, I gradually became immersed in the extremely ambiguous dance steps. Until the dance ended, we gazed into each other’s eyes, our eyes locked together, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of us. We were completely unaware of the overwhelming applause that swept through the banquet hall from below the stage.