In his past life, Leon Ford had watched plenty of "car-rocking" dance clips—
those who know… know.
The female streamers twisted, swayed, posed—
dangerously seductive.
And the more you watched, the more you learned.
A man might not be able to recreate the same seductive charm,
but he could absolutely create something flashy and wild.
Since there was no backing music, Leon hummed a tune himself.
He swayed his hips, tapped his hands, and let his whole body move—
his dancing carried a strange, wicked rhythm.
"What kind of dance is this?
He has rhythm even when he's just humming…"
Buggy stared intently, completely drawn in.
Leon's car-rocking moves had clearly captured her attention.
"So? How was that?"
Leon pointed at Buggy, asking for her evaluation.
Earlier, he had caught curiosity—and even longing—flicker in her eyes.
"So-so.
My turn now."
Buggy ran her thumb along the tip of her nose.
That gesture alone showed she was not convinced.
"Music!"
She clapped.
New music blasted out, and Buggy began dancing again.
This time—her moves were temptingly soft.
Especially her slender waist—
twisting like a water serpent.
And with that cropped top…
for any man, even looking twice was dangerous.
"Not bad, not bad!"
Leon clapped, not because the dance was good—
but because her waist was extraordinary.
"You can dance.
Looks like I'll have to get serious now."
"What do you mean 'get serious'?
You weren't serious before?"
Buggy frowned, clearly annoyed.
"It was just a tiny bit before.
Now it'll be a slightly bigger tiny bit."
"Next—
please enjoy the legendary Driving Test: Part Three!"
"What the hell is 'Driving Test Part Three'?"
Buggy looked completely lost.
Leon began humming a dramatic martial-arts style song:
Swords ignite grudges in the martial world,
cold moonlight falls on fluttering sleeves…
The west wind blows, leaves wither,
pillow soaked in wine and sleepless nights…
You're a passerby in this world,
yet sigh endlessly at partings…
White hair at the temples,
pour a heavy cup…
As he hummed—
Leon's body began swaying.
His legs and feet moved with a wide range of motion—
the core foundation of Driving Test Part Three.
His hands swung, his body twisted.
It wasn't complicated—
but combined together, it formed a hypnotic, magical dance.
"W-What an amazing dance…"
Buggy was entranced.
Her mouth slowly dropped open—
wide enough to fit a fist.
Her body even began swaying subconsciously,
as if her muscles were being influenced by Leon's movements.
She didn't even notice.
"Your turn."
Leon noticed everything—
Buggy's swaying, her involuntary movements—
but he chose not to comment.
Why ruin the moment?
Watching a Harley-Quinn-style beauty twist her serpent waist up close—
what man wouldn't enjoy it?
"You're incredible…
You deserve my full strength."
Things were about to get serious.
Hearing "full strength," Leon grew excited.
She was about to unleash her ultimate move—
and he had no idea what to expect.
"Whoa—
it's huge!"
Leon imagined all sorts of possibilities—
ground spins, flips, upside-down headspins…
But reality?
Buggy's "ultimate move"
was her pouting her lips and dancing a cute, playful routine.
Picture Harley Quinn—
pouting adorably,
moving her hips in a sweet, teasing dance.
It was chaos.
It was destruction.
It was lethal charm.
No wonder Leon cried out:
"Holy crap—THAT'S huge!"
Calling it an "ultimate move" was absolutely correct.
"Alright, alright, so you're going all out, huh?"
"Fine!
Since you've used your ultimate move—
I'll show you my secret weapon!"
"Open your eyes and watch closely!"
"Moonwalk!"
Green lotus~ green lotus~…
Leon's feet began sliding across the rooftop.
Smooth. Effortless.
Like he had wheels.
Buggy froze.
Her eyes widened, sparkling with disbelief.
Walking, running, jumping—those were normal.
But sliding like this—
this smooth—
without friction—
"This… this isn't logical!!"
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