Chapter 74: Son-in-Law: She Is Delicate and Weak, So Please Be Gentle (4)
Though her curves weren't as developed as those of mature women, her proportions were impeccable.
This dress seemed tailor-made for her.
Yet, despite her captivating appearance, the young girl felt utterly uncomfortable.
The cool sensation of the fabric against her skin made her acutely aware of the humiliation she was enduring.
Just how thin was this material?
Thin enough that the color of her skin was faintly visible beneath it.
Even the well-traveled enchantress had never encountered clothing so shamelessly revealing.
Who in the world designed such an outfit? Wearing it was practically no different from wearing nothing at all!
To make matters worse, the dress came with ankle bells that chimed with every step.
Clearly, this was an outfit meant solely to please men.
As someone who had never worn such attire, Qin Yin's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
She felt like she was about to become a walking steam engine.
All these years, she had never suffered such a setback. And now, she was being forced into this!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The more she compromised, the worse it got.
Regret flooded her heart—why had she given in so easily earlier?
If this was how things were going to be at the start, she dreaded what might come next.
She felt like she was already reaching her limit.
If this continued, she might break before achieving her goal.
Su Qing, after admiring her appearance, made a request.
"This dress suits you well. Now, take a few steps and let me see."
"You saved me from disaster, my lord. Naturally, I shall obey your request. Allow me to perform a dance for you," Qin Yin responded with a soft smile.
"Oh? If that's what you wish, how could I refuse such a small request?" Su Qing said, his lips curling into a smile.
Internally, Qin Yin rejoiced.
Her request wasn't meant to please him—it was part of her strategy!
Her true power lay in her dancing.
The Temptress Dance recorded in the Heavenly Demon Technique was known for its mesmerizing effects.
Combined with her enchanting voice, the effect would be multiplied several times over.
Words were unnecessary—after a single dance, he would be completely at her mercy.
By then, he would willingly offer her anything she wanted!
Su Qing pulled out a chair and settled down, prepared to enjoy the performance.
Qin Yin stepped to the center of the room, a natural smile of allure gracing her lips.
The captivating melody of her Heavenly Demon Dance filled the space.
The dress was made for movement, giving her complete freedom.
Her petite figure swayed gracefully to the rhythm, her voice filling the air with its hypnotic quality.
Such a voice had the power to stir emotions, making it nearly impossible to resist.
At her age, achieving such mastery proved that she had dedicated herself to the art.
With time, she could become a legend in her field.
But she hadn't trained in this dance to entertain others.
In fact, she had never performed it before.
As she danced, a sudden realization struck her…
The technique's full effect required close proximity to the target.
The closer she was, the stronger the impact.
If there was too much distance, the influence might not take full hold.
The last thing she wanted was for him to regain his senses later and realize he had been manipulated.
She had to ensure total control—no room for error!
As the dance progressed, Su Qing's expression shifted slightly.
At first, the performance was elegant, a sight to behold.
But soon, she was inching closer and closer to him.
Now, they were practically pressed together.
With a seductive smile, she traced a finger down his cheek.
Her soft, warm body brushed against his as she moved around him.
When she wrapped her arms around him from behind, he could feel her quickened breath.
Whether from exertion or nerves, it was unclear.
Su Qing, having seen many dances before, found this one revolutionary.
Even the most provocative dancers he had encountered couldn't compare.
Paired with this outfit, it was essentially a new form of pole dancing.
Only this time, he was playing the role of the pole.
Qin Yin, unaware of what she had just walked into, was beaming with triumph.
She was certain of her victory.
This performance was flawless—how could she possibly lose?
As her heavenly melody softened, the sultry dance reached its end.
She gracefully perched herself on the table before him, finally dropping her act.
There was no need to pretend anymore—the deed was done.
The once innocent-looking girl now gazed down at Su Qing with a condescending smirk.
She even lifted one delicate foot, presenting it with a smug expression.
"Kneel before me, and I shall grant you the honor of kissing my foot."
Her voice carried the weight of command.
She had complete faith in her dance's power, utterly unaware of the mockery in Su Qing's eyes.
Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped her dainty ankle.
Her small, delicate foot felt warm and smooth, akin to a polished jade stone.
The fine silver anklet jingled softly as he moved.
"Yes, that's right," she purred, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Had she done this sooner, everything would already be settled!
Her once pure expression now carried the air of absolute dominance.
She looked down at Su Qing as if he were nothing more than a lowly subject.
Sure, she had been at a disadvantage initially, but once she got serious, the outcome was inevitable.
At that moment, she had completely forgotten the warnings and lessons of her mentors.
Just as she was about to issue another command, she felt a slight pressure on her foot.
"Unhand me! Let go, now!" she snapped.
Her feet were highly sensitive—such treatment was unacceptable.
However, instead of complying, Su Qing tightened his grip.
"A little girl playing at being a queen?" he scoffed coldly.
This arrogant enchantress had no idea what she was up against—she was nothing more than an easy conquest!
Qin Yin froze.
How could he still be speaking so freely?
"You should never reveal your weaknesses so carelessly. The consequences can be quite severe."
With that, he expertly found a pressure point on her foot and pressed firmly.
"Ah…!"
She let out a startled yelp, struggling to pull her foot away.
But it was too late—her fatal mistake had already been made.