Chapter 81: Dancing with Chi Yan
Chapter 81: Dancing with Chi Yan
Chi Yan lowered her gaze, looking down at me from her height. Her voice was calm as she asked, "What, you don't want to?"
Just then, my maternal aunt gave me a gentle nudge. "Go on, accompany your Sister Chi Yan for a dance."
I hurried to agree. "I do. Of course I do."
Hearing this, Chi Yan turned and walked toward the center of the stage, leaving me with the view of her captivating back.
I glanced back at my maternal aunt before quickly following behind Chi Yan, silently admiring her figure from behind.
Chi Yan walked ahead with a graceful, swaying gait. Her long legs, encased in tight jeans, looked as straight and slender as elegant stalks of bamboo. Every step she took possessed a natural, inherent beauty.
In particular, her full buttocks were perfectly outlined by the denim, presenting a flawless curve—both rounded and pert, radiating an alluring charm like a piece of ripened fruit. Every curve was exactly where it should be; she was easily the most wonderful sight in the entire banquet hall.
Just as I had done at her house, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to her. Ripples of desire stirred in the depths of my heart, and I couldn't help but fantasize about the tempting sight of Sister Chi Yan kneeling on the ground, her rounded, beautiful ass tilted high toward me.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Sister Chi Yan was like a brilliant beam of light, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
She was undoubtedly the most dazzling person on the stage. Her natural height of five-foot-eight, combined with her high heels, made her stand out far above the rest.
She had the tall, erect stature of a supermodel, with a slender waist that seemed small enough to be encircled by a single hand and a thick, shapely hip line. Those jeans, in particular, highlighted her superb proportions.
From her narrow shoulders to her waist, and down to those enviable long legs, every proportion was just right, as if she were nature’s most perfect masterpiece.
As Sister Chi Yan walked forward, the hems of her jeans swayed slightly, revealing a glimpse of her porcelain-white ankles. They were slender and delicate, and paired with her simple stilettos, they added a few more layers of elegance and charm to her presence.
Suddenly, Sister Chi Yan came to a halt. She turned and asked me, "What dances do you know?"
I had been so lost in admiring her figure that I couldn't brake in time and slammed right into her.
Caught off guard, Sister Chi Yan let out a soft cry of surprise. Balanced on her high heels, she lost her footing and looked as if she were about to fall.
Snapping back to my senses, I quickly threw my arm around her supple, slender waist. In that instant, a gust of fragrance drifted past my nose as I pulled Sister Chi Yan’s body into a full embrace.
A voice filled with bashful annoyance sounded in my ear: "Let go!"
Chi Yan’s pale cheeks were tinged with a slight flush, and her eyes were glaring at me softly.
It was like waking from a dream. I realized that one of my large hands had, by some stroke of luck or fate, landed squarely on Sister Chi Yan’s beautiful ass. My palm was gripping her buttock firmly; because I was holding on so tight, the firm, elastic flesh was even slightly indented under my grasp.
Terrified, I let go immediately and stammered out apologies. Yet, my hand couldn't help but subconsciously recall the pertness and fullness of her backside—it felt so good to hold. Especially through the layer of denim; if I were to grab her bare skin without any obstruction, what would that feel like?
The flush on Chi Yan’s face faded quickly. She acted as if nothing had happened. "I asked you, what dances do you know?"
I answered honestly, "I’ve never formally studied dance. Most of what I know, my maternal aunt taught me when I was younger. The one I practiced most was the Rumba. That’s probably the only one I can manage."
A flash of discomfort crossed Chi Yan’s face upon hearing this. She couldn't help but mutter a soft reproach, "That Chi Qingqiu!"
I remained obediently silent. Chi Yan’s reaction was exactly what I expected.
The Rumba is characterized by romance, sensuality, and passion. Its steps are lingering, its style is soft and seductive, and the movements are laced with a "push and pull" kind of flirtation. It is a dance designed to express the mutual adoration between a man and a woman.
Furthermore, the movements are bold and flamboyant with a strong sense of performance. It would undoubtedly draw the eyes of everyone in attendance.
Chi Yan lowered her head in thought for a few seconds before saying helplessly, "Fine, then. The Rumba it is."
Coincidentally, the musical accompaniment began. When the familiar melody drifted through the air, I instinctively looked toward my maternal aunt.
My maternal aunt winked at me. There was no better example of being "kindred spirits" than this—how had she guessed we would dance the Rumba?
In the dance floor, the lights were dreamlike and ethereal, and the music was melodious, lingering like silk.
I gently took Chi Yan’s hand. She tilted her head back slightly, her neck appearing long and graceful. The moment our gazes met, my heart gave a violent thud.
Chi Yan was simply too beautiful. That sense of purity mixed with cold elegance made my gaze instinctively want to flee; I hardly dared to look her in the eye.
Chi Yan said softly, "Look at me. Don't overthink it."
I took a deep breath and said, "Okay." I shifted my gaze back, calming my mind as I looked into her clear, beautiful eyes.
Chi Yan gently pulled my hand, placing my other hand on her slender waist. The warmth radiating from her skin made my heart rate accelerate.
"Mm~" A soft hum escaped Chi Yan’s lips, and a trace of unease flickered in her eyes.
Following the music, we took our first step. Chi Yan’s movements were elegant and sultry. She taught me in a low voice as she danced, "Follow my rhythm."
I held my breath and followed her lead closely.
As our steps interlaced, my hand slid slowly along Chi Yan’s waist, feeling the supple softness of her midsection, which felt like a delicate willow branch in the wind. I could clearly feel her trembling slightly, as if an electric current were surging through her body.
As the dance continued, the initial awkwardness and mechanical feeling of the steps began to fade. The muscle memory of dancing with my maternal aunt in the past became clearer and clearer, making my movements increasingly proficient.
The other people on the stage gradually backed away, leaving enough space for Chi Yan and me. In an instant, the eyes of the entire banquet hall were focused on the two of us.
Chi Yan leaned her body backward, her long hair tracing a beautiful arc in the air. Her strands brushed lightly against my cheek, bringing a sensation of tingling numbness and a faint scent.
I held her waist tightly, following her lead. As the tempo quickened, our steps became tighter and more synchronized.
In the next moment, Chi Yan spun upward. I held one of her slender hands firmly, our fingers interlacing, while the fingertips of my other hand slid gently across her long leg. Even through the denim fabric, the sensation of her delicate skin made my heart race.
Chi Yan’s lithe body swayed slightly in the air. She instinctively looked at me, and I caught the fleeting look of bashfulness in her eyes.
With the next movement, I caught Chi Yan as she came down, using a bit of strength in my palm to pull her into my arms.
Chi Yan didn't resist at all; instead, she leaned into my chest.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and we could feel each other’s heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats.
With this "warm jade" in my arms, I caught a whiff of the fresh scent on her body and couldn't help but whisper, "Sister Chi Yan, you don't hate me?"
Chi Yan pulled away from my embrace as the dance continued. Her expression was flat. "Why would I hate you?"
It was as if we had rehearsed this countless times; our steps were perfectly in sync. I gripped her leg and waist tightly. As our bodies pressed together again, I stared into her eyes and said softly, "Because of... the incest."
Chi Yan spun her body. She gave me a faint look, her red lips moving as she whispered, "I feel nothing toward incest."
Just then, a sudden burst of warm applause erupted around us, interrupting our conversation.
The music gradually reached its climax, and the dance became even more intense. As our gazes locked, Chi Yan’s thin, red lips parted slightly, exhaling a breath of fragrance toward me. As that scent drifted over, my heart pounded so wildly it felt like it would jump out of my chest, and my movements faltered.
The slender hand Chi Yan had on my shoulder gave me a light squeeze. I understood her meaning and forced my heart back to a state of calm.
With the rhythm of the music, the physical interaction between us became more natural and more passionate.
We spun, drew close, and separated again. Chi Yan seemed completely immersed in the dance. Her movements became bolder and more unrestrained, like a flickering flame. Every sway, every turn, and every friction against my body was unconsciously filled with an ambiguous tension and seduction.
Under her lead, I also gradually became lost in these extremely suggestive steps. By the time the dance ended, we were staring into each other’s eyes, our gazes so tightly entwined that it felt as if the rest of the world had vanished. We were completely oblivious to the thunderous applause that swept through the banquet hall like a tidal wave.