The Road to a Divine Harem Starting with a Stepmom Companion

Chapter 53: Struggling to Maintain High-Difficulty Moves

“My feeling is… Master, do you have some strange hobbies?”

Smack!

Another strike landed on Xin Chun Jiao’s rounded, perky backside. This time, however, the force was much lighter than before. She instinctively arched forward slightly but didn’t cry out, signaling to Cao Shao Yang that the force was just right.

With a mischievous grin, he teased, “Now that you know I have such hobbies, you’ll need to better grasp the effect I’m looking for. Otherwise, you’ll have to face the consequences!”

Caught up in his enthusiasm, Cao Shao Yang decided to recreate the “Pendulum Dance” he had often seen in short videos during his previous life.

Having seen many versions of this style, his memories were a bit jumbled. So, he decided to pick the most captivating poses he could remember and have Xin Chun Jiao replicate them one by one. Once she mastered the movements, he left it to her skilled dance expertise to tie them together with rhythm and flow.

Though the music wasn’t the original “Phuthon,” he found a similar upbeat foreign track to serve as the background.

After more than an hour of rigorous “training,” Xin Chun Jiao finally managed to replicate all the scattered movements Cao Shao Yang had envisioned.

Clap, clap, clap!

Cao Shaoyang clapped his hands. “Congratulations! You made it through!”

“Ah, it’s finally over!” Xin Chun Jiao, her forehead glistening with sweat, collapsed face-first onto her familiar bed with a satisfied groan.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Cao Shaoyang gave her firm backside a playful slap. “What are you thinking? This is only a temporary break. My part is done; now it’s up to you.”

“Think about how to string those moves together with the rhythm of the music.”

Groaning dramatically, Xin Chun Jiao rolled across the bed to put more distance between them, utterly exhausted from the intense session. “But, Master, I’m so tired! Let me rest for a bit.”

“Just a little rest,” she pleaded, holding up two slender fingers in a tiny gesture to emphasize her point.

The earlier slap hadn’t gone unnoticed by Cao Shaoyang, who felt the dampness through the fabric. Watching her sprawled and unmoving, he realized she was genuinely worn out.

“Fine,” he relented. “Take a break. But listen to the music and think about how to connect the moves.”

Kicking off his slippers, Cao Shaoyang climbed onto the bed, pulling Xin Chun Jiao into his arms. This time, however, he behaved himself, simply holding her without any further advances.

The natural fragrance of her skin, combined with the subtle scent of sweat from their earlier exertions, filled the air—a unique and captivating aroma.

Neither of them spoke. They just lay there quietly, enjoying the calm.

Though exhausted, Xin Chun Jiao got up after resting for half an hour. She began experimenting with linking the movements she had just practiced.

Cao Shaoyang, lying on his side and propped up on his arm, watched intently as she became more fluid and confident with each attempt. Her movements grew increasingly mesmerizing, a seamless blend of allure and skill.

He couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.

As expected from a professional dance teacher, her ability to grasp the essence of the choreography was remarkable. In just a few attempts, she flawlessly combined the assigned movements into a cohesive and enthralling performance.

Whether it was the classic chest stroke from top to bottom, the ascent from the ground up, or the perfectly timed chest bounces and seductive sways, her execution was flawless. Even the subtle details in her expressions added layers of charm and temptation.

“Perfect!”

After watching her five-minute interpretation of the “Pendulum Dance,” Cao Shaoyang couldn’t resist clapping again, giving her a big thumbs-up.

“This is truly perfect. This is exactly the feeling I wanted.”

“Hehe!” Xin Chun Jiao giggled proudly, taking a small running jump onto the bed.

She threw herself onto Cao Shaoyang, grinning mischievously. “So, Master, are you satisfied now?”

“Absolutely! Completely satisfied!” he replied, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath him. “It couldn’t get any better than this.”

“Tell me, what reward do you want?”

A glint of triumph flashed in Xin Chun Jiao’s eyes. “Well, Master, can I use the dance you taught me during my livestreams?”

Cao Shao yang considered her request.

A dance so electrifying and DNA-stirring was almost a waste to keep solely for himself. Plus, in his previous life, this very style—the iconic “Pendulum Dance”—had sparked a sensation and created a legendary trend. He was curious about the impact it might have in this world.

He didn’t refuse, but agreeing without a catch wasn’t his style.

Tilting her delicate chin upward, he raised a brow. “It’s not impossible. But if you want my permission, it’ll depend on your performance.”

Xin Chun Jiao’s eyes turned sultry, her lips—glossed with a moisturizing balm—caught between her teeth. She leaned down, tracing a slow, deliberate path from Cao Shaoyang’s chest downward.

A dancer’s flexibility truly stood out in moments like these.

Splits were just the basics for her, and even challenging poses, like an inverted “U” shape, were achievable. Though such high-difficulty moves couldn’t be held for long, she managed to display them gracefully under his admiring gaze.

Thanks to the thorough warm-up earlier, she was able to strike each pose, enduring the strain just enough to let Cao Shaoyang savor the sight.