Chapter 199: Erotic Dance

Watching the two of them stare at her dumbfounded, a slight curve lifted Shen Qing’s lips. Her watery eyes, brimming with allure, gazed out like silk as she said, “Master, does this humble servant please your eyes?”

In front of her son, Zhou Shiwen, Shen Qing could not suppress a flicker of shame within her heart. Unlike previous times when she had teased Yang Haoran while dressed in a qipao, her current attire was far more revealing—what should be exposed was exposed, and what shouldn’t be was hinted at tantalizingly. Certain unspeakable matters were silently understood among the three of them.

Yang Haoran’s gaze wandered uncertainly over Auntie Shen’s enchanting figure, his body growing warm. Hearing her question, he praised, “Auntie Shen, look—Shiwen’s eyes are about to pop out of his head. How could you not be captivating?”

Suddenly put on the spot, Zhou Shiwen met his mother’s gaze and awkwardly smiled, stammering, “Mom… just… just pretend I’m not here. I’ll record a video for you.”

Shen Qing understood her son’s intentions. As mother and son locked eyes, an unusual thrill spread through both their hearts.

Shen Qing covered her mouth with a light laugh and said, “Alright, Wenwen. Play a song for Mommy. Mommy will dance for you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shiwen switched apps on his phone and started a song, then held his phone with both hands to begin recording.

As the prelude of the song began with the serene, melodious sound of an ancient flute, Shen Qing faced Yang Haoran. She took a small step forward with her left leg, bent her knees into a slight squat, placed her hands on her left knee, straightened her upper body, and lowered her head slightly—performing an ancient curtsy.

Then, under the gaze of both Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen, Shen Qing’s graceful figure began to dance elegantly to the melody.

This enchanting woman, moving gracefully in dance, resembled a captivating painting.

Her figure was light and elegant, every movement seeming to overflow with soul-stirring allure.

Her long skirt fluttered with her spins, like a fairy among clouds—ethereal and beautiful.

Her dance steps were fluid and rhythmic, full of cadence and dynamism. She did not resemble a beginner but rather a skilled enchantress of dance.

Under the spell of Shen Qing’s exquisite dance, even Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen, two complete laymen when it came to dance, were utterly mesmerized. The rosy ribbons attached to her attire floated gently with her movements, like a brilliant cloud swaying in a soft breeze.

Gradually, the rhythm of the music slowed. Shen Qing knew it was about time; the system required an erotic dance, not an ordinary dance performance.

As the melody slowed, in Yang Haoran’s eyes, Auntie Shen’s figure sank into a deeper squat, her movements decelerating. Her fair, delicate hand slowly brushed aside the beaded veil she wore, revealing for an instant her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her sparkling, limpid eyes—deep as autumn waters—softly cast a seductive glance toward Yang Haoran, there and gone in a flash.

Her slender, jade-like hands moved downward in slow motion, gently gliding over her long, graceful neck before coming to rest on her towering, cloud-piercing breasts. Her fingers hooked onto the edge of the purple garment barely containing her voluptuous bosom and gave a light tug. Like a shelled egg, Shen Qing’s left breast—full, firm, and shapely—sprang free, exposed to the open air. A proudly erect, crimson cherry stood pertly at the summit of the snowy peak.

Shen Qing’s beautiful, captivating oval face flushed with a wave of crimson. Her eyes, fixed on Yang Haoran, smoldered with desire.

Her right hand brushed aside the beaded veil as her full, red lips parted slightly. A pink, enticing tongue slipped out and seductively licked the corner of her mouth. Instantly, her charming, bewitching face took on a soul-stirring expression of lewd allure…

This brazen display of exposed breasts instantly captivated the two young men. Their eyes were captured by that crystalline, crimson fruit perched atop the snowy peak—its tender pink hue evoking thirst, making them yearn to devour it in one mouthful, to savor its exquisite flavor slowly.

Yang Haoran’s breathing instantly grew ragged. His lower body stiffened, and his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Auntie Shen’s delicate, pink nipple.

Zhou Shiwen, watching through his phone screen, gaped in shock. He used two fingers to zoom in on his mother’s full, rounded breast, capturing a close-up of her exposed, ample bosom.

This was the first time he had seen his mother’s breasts, usually concealed beneath her qipao. The smooth, delicate, snow-white skin; the large, full breasts; the tender, pink nipples—their shape was firm and beautiful. He had never imagined his mother’s breasts could be so perfect, like rare treasures.

The thought of his childhood friend Haoran playing with and sucking on his mother’s beautiful, ample breasts刺激得周世文顿时“昂首挺胸”—stirred Zhou Shiwen so intensely that he instantly grew erect.

Shen Qing held her pose for a few seconds, allowing Yang Haorean ample time to appreciate the view. As the melody rose lightly, she took a step with her delicate foot, tilted her head backward, and swayed her body back. As she did, her slender fingers subtly hooked the garment that had slipped from her left breast, barely concealing the spring scenery there.

As the rising melody grew increasingly intense, Shen Qing moved with flowing hair, swaying waist, and rounded buttocks swinging elegantly and seductively from side to side. An aura of fiery passion radiated from her entire being.

She was like a blooming flower—vibrant and fervent. As she danced, the garment barely covering her left nipple slipped repeatedly whenever she rose onto her toes or spun in the air. The pink nipple leaped free from its confines, tracing a graceful arc through the air—like a large white rabbit dancing with passionate abandon.

When she turned and danced with her back to Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen, Shen Qing’s jade-like fingers once again hooked her clothing, just barely covering her nipple. It was difficult to say whether it was unintentional, deliberate, or outright intentional…

With her back to the two men, the smooth curve of her back captured their gaze. From behind, Shen Qing’s figure resembled an exquisite gourd—wide hips, narrow shoulders, soft and rounded. The slight sway of her full buttocks exuded boundless temptation.

As the melody gradually drew to a close, Shen Qing’s hands glided over her soft waist and hips. Moving to the rhythm, she slowly swayed her way until she stood directly before Yang Haoran.

Zhou Shiwen quickly stood up, holding his phone aloft to capture a side-angle shot of his mother and Yang Haoran.

In the recording, his mother stood sideways to Haoran, lifting the golden tassels at her hip to reveal a glimpse of the spring scenery there. In those fleeting moments, it seemed as though she wore no underwear—though from his angle, he couldn’t capture the intimate view between her legs.

But Zhou Shiwen knew that from his childhood friend Haoran’s perspective, he must have seen everything.

At that very moment, the song playing from Zhou Shiwen’s phone came to an end.

A tender, alluring smile graced Shen Qing’s face. In the instant the music stopped, her knees—following the final movement of her dance—naturally sank to the floor before Yang Haoran, and she bowed her head low.

Zhou Shiwen watched as his mother knelt humbly before his peer, his childhood friend Haoran. His entire body trembled with excitement, and he nearly dropped his phone.

This scene was simply too stimulating for him. Immediately, his mind conjured images of a sex slave, a bitch in heat!