Chapter 3: The Silent Dance of Desire
The Silent Dance of Desire
The atmosphere at the dining table was, as always, subtle.
Mother’s white gauze long dress shimmered with a gentle glow in the light streaming through the window, faintly outlining her perfect curves. The large opening at her chest rose and fell with her breathing, frequently revealing large swaths of snow-white skin. Those two red cherries, faintly visible beneath the thin gauze, seemed like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.
Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother pretended to be engrossed in their meal, but their gazes always snuck glances at Mother. Their eyes seemed to burn with heat, a heat so tangible it made a blush appear on Mother’s cheeks, as enchanting as the evening clouds on the horizon.
No one could blame them. With the mysterious Beast Desire Technique, once cultivation began, the practitioner would fall into a state like a female beast in heat, radiating an indescribable charm that naturally attracted all nearby males. What’s more, Mother was already a first-class beauty, and Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother were just ordinary men how could they possibly have the willpower to suppress the surging desires within?
Suddenly, a chopstick fell to the ground with a "clatter." Senior Brother tensed and quickly bent down to retrieve it. Mother immediately seemed a bit flustered, her breathing becoming more rapid.
Because last time Senior Brother went under the table, she had clearly and keenly felt a warm breath gently brush over her slightly raised foot. That warmth was so real, as if someone was gently blowing on her toes, and then she felt as if her foot was accidentally touched. That tingling sensation instantly spread from her sole, and she instinctively retracted her foot.
But this time, a seductive voice seemed to whisper in her heart, "So what if you let him touch you? Isn’t it yourself who feels good?"
Mother stopped trying to pull her foot back and just froze there, her cheeks growing even hotter. That small foot twisted restlessly under the table, as if responding to something. Even in the dimness under the table, her fair instep and blue veins were visible, her beautiful toes curling slightly, like a silent invitation.
I asked anxiously, "Mom, what did Senior Brother do under the table?"
Mother’s breathing grew rapid, her cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath and whispered, "He sucked on my toes, licking them like a puppy, even licking between my toes. Ugh, it’s so annoying, he got my foot all wet with his saliva." Her fingers unconsciously stroked her toes, mimicking Senior Brother’s actions.
Though Mother complained, her shy expression said it all.