Chapter 126 Chapter 124: Hungry
Lunch was nearing its end in the old maid’s chicken soup.
After eating a fish tail, Jima felt her stomach was slightly full. She couldn’t help but burp, which drew a sideways glance from the old maid. Jima quickly closed her mouth, as if that could swallow the sound of her burp.
The old maid squinted her eyes: “You’ve eaten a bit too much.”
“Really?” Jima blinked, “My stomach has been a bit off lately.”
“For these past few days, weigh yourself every night before bed, and if you exceed a pound, you must induce vomiting.”
“Ah?”
The old maid commanded, “If you don’t want to throw up stomach acid, you need to eat less and move more.”
“Okay.”
Jima lowered her head, secretly putting the old maid’s dream on tonight’s “dream visitation list.”
At this moment, a faint feeling of hunger still lingered.
Eating so little and still being threatened, being a product is really not an easy life.
After finishing her lunch, Jima rested in her room for half an hour. In the afternoon, under the old maid’s guidance, she met her dance teacher.
As soon as the door opened, a wave of music poured out from the spacious dance studio, illuminated by dim reddish light.
A brown-skinned woman was dancing in the center of the room, her face covered with a translucent veil and wearing a half-exposed pink dance skirt. She swayed her waist like a water snake and her belly rolled like the waves. The exposed shapely belly did not appear bulky; instead, it added a touch of sexiness and allure.
Jima had always believed that a chubby belly was a negative mark for women, but now she changed her perspective.
Amid the music, the sound of silver bells jingled from the woman’s ankle, blending perfectly with the rhythm.
The old maid usually seized every moment, wishing Jima would become the belle of Shalin City by the next day, yet at this moment, surprisingly, she did not rush but quietly appreciated.
The brown-skinned woman stopped dancing, placed her hands by her sides, and respectfully looked toward the old maid:
“Sorry, I didn’t notice you had arrived.”
“It’s alright, you dance beautifully. As long as you can instill in this girl even a fraction of the skill you just showcased in these short twelve days, I will be satisfied.”
The still brown-skinned woman lost her glow, turning into a barely beautiful ordinary woman.
The lecherous Jima shifted her gaze away from the halted dancer. She looked toward the source of the music. On the table lay a green stone the size of a rugby ball, from which the music emanated.
The brown-skinned woman’s long eyes behind the veil squinted slightly, having been observing Jima since she stopped dancing, she asked:
“Have you had any experience with dance before?”
A second later, Jima realized and answered, “No.”
“What does ‘no’ mean?”
Jima replied with confusion: “It means no.”
The brown-skinned woman’s voice held a hint of pride:
“During harvest season, even the village women would happily twist their waists and dance like clumsy bears. Have you ever danced like that?”
Jima recalled that throughout her three lives, she had never danced at all; she hadn’t even swayed her limbs to music. She shook her head and said, “Not at all.”
The brown-skinned woman’s gaze turned more proud and contemptuous, pleased to shift her attention from Jima’s delicate, smooth skin to the old maid:
“With all due respect, your demands are a bit harsh. For a girl with no foundation, if she were to gain even half of my abilities in these few days, it would be the blessing of the gods.”
The music stopped.
Deep wrinkles furrowed on the old maid’s forehead as she said:
“She must perform on the Rainbow Festival stage no less than any belle of Shalin City; that is the tradition of the belles of Shalin City.”
Speaking of which, this tradition was initiated because of me. A dancing maid, whether in stamina or flexibility, performs far better in bed than one who cannot dance.
Jima had not expected that the stone she had turned over years ago would land on her foot today.
She wasn’t distressed about not being able to become a nice belle of Shalin City. Instead, her performance on the auction stage was a crucial part of her plan; the more desires she could provoke in others, the greater her chances of taking down the benevolent principal’s entire family.
In contrast, the postures learned from her bed technique teacher, Litis, were entirely useless.
The kind that she would never need in her life, at least that’s what Jima thought.
The brown-skinned woman shook her head, indicating it was difficult.
“She is a succubus.”
The brown-skinned woman’s gaze fell back on Jima, eyeing her long limbs, her brown eyes flickering with a hint of envy, saying:
“I admit, she looks perfectly shaped and has the makings of a dancer. But dance requires not only shape but also years of hard practice and talent.”
The old maid showed impatience, but then the brown-skinned woman turned the conversation around:
“… However, this is not a problem for me. I have already designed a dance. It requires very little from the dancer; as long as the dancer is pretty and pleasing to the eye, it will be well-received by men.”
Jima inexplicably thought of otaku dance; at least, in her previous lives, she watched otaku dance for the pretty girls.
“… A succubus only needs to allure men’s hearts.”
The old maid said, “Just focus on teaching; this is very important. If you mess it up, none of us will have it easy, especially you.”
The brown-skinned woman lowered her head and replied, “I am fully aware.”
Jima did not understand why the old maid suddenly warned.
The old maid sensed a hint of jealousy in the brown-skinned woman towards Jima. She had investigated the experiences of every choreographer thoroughly, and the brown-skinned woman was no exception.
She was a highly motivated “top industry player unique to Shalin City,” not particularly striking among her colleagues. She had worked hard to hone her dance skills, becoming the lead performer and enjoying a moment of glory in Shalin City. She even won the annual flower card award in Shalin City, surpassing a beautiful competitor from a noble family.
At that time, she publicly expressed her desire to become a belle of Shalin City. Unfortunately, her looks were not up to par, so she was eliminated quickly. Her time in the spotlight passed swiftly, and the annual flower card award soon went to a younger, prettier woman. She continued to participate year after year, but her rankings kept dropping. Once, she even lost in the finals to a stunning cross-dressing boy.
People around her spread rumors that she spent a large sum of money annually on alchemical potions to improve her beauty. Moreover, she did not get along well with all her colleagues who sold their beauty.
The old maid said:
“Very well.”
With that, she walked out the door and shut it.
Jima sweetly smiled at the brown-skinned woman, saying:
“Hello, teacher.”
The brown-skinned woman walked up to her, coldly saying:
“Call me your choreographer.”
Jima found it strange how the brown-skinned woman seemed to elevate her chin a little, but considering capturing attention through dance was part of her plan, she replied:
“Alright, Miss Choreographer.”
“Do you have to add two extra words? Just like the two unnecessary horns on your head?”
“Choreographer.”
“How about a greeting?”
Jima raised her eyes, planting a dream seed on the brown-skinned woman, saying:
“Good afternoon, Choreographer.”
“That’s somewhat acceptable. Come, let’s do a few basic moves together; I want to see your physical foundation, starting with some warm-ups.”
After both did stretching exercises, the brown-skinned woman walked toward the wall, which was lined with large mirrors. Jima remembered that mirrors were very expensive in this world; the larger, the more costly.
In front of the mirrors stood a brown wooden railing.
The brown-skinned woman stopped in front of the mirror, raised her foot, the silver bells jingled, she straightened her foot, leaned against the wooden railing, and bent her upper body down. Her head easily rested on her calf. She said: “Come over and follow my lead; let’s see if you can rest your leg on the railing.”
As Jima approached the railing, the brown-skinned woman turned her head and scoffed:
“Still not undressing? Don’t ruin this dress.”
Jima took off her dress, leaving only her white stockings and undergarments. Just as she took a step, the brown-skinned woman called her back.
“What are you thinking? Do you think you’re tall enough to put your foot up there directly? Hurry and get a stool.”
The brown-skinned woman’s teaching attitude successfully earned herself a little black book entry in Jima’s personal system.
Jima looked at the railing; she was somewhat short, measuring just over one meter fifty. Fortunately, due to widespread malnutrition, it didn’t cause her much insecurity. However, based on her understanding of her body, putting her leg across the railing should be as easy as stepping up.
“I can do it.”
“No, you can’t. You’ll strain your muscles, and it will affect me too—stop it. Did you hear me?”
Jima’s slender leg easily rested on the railing, both legs forming a straight line, showcasing incredible flexibility much like a taut bow.
The brown-skinned woman glared at her and said:
“That’s barely acceptable. If you keep disobeying, I will spank your bottom if you strain your muscles.”
Jima rested her face against her smooth, wrapped leg, saying:
“It seems everyone is interested in my bottom.”
“That’s your only advantage in enticing men, so I will teach you butt dance.”
Jima thought the brown-skinned woman was joking.
“Can you stand up?”
Saying this, the brown-skinned woman pushed off from the railing with one foot, wrapped her arms around the other foot, and straightened her leg against her nose, forming a perfect one-eighty degree angle with her legs, demonstrating remarkable flexibility and balance.
“I haven’t tried that.”
Jima gave it a shot, finding it as easy as breathing; she managed it in one go.
The brown-skinned woman looked a bit surprised, lowered her leg, and effortlessly slid into a splits on the floor. Jima imitated her and also did the splits.
The brown-skinned woman squinted her long eyes and asked, “Can you do anything harder?”
Jima thought for a moment, lay down on the floor, bent her limbs backward, with her butt against the ground and her head facing down, she crawled up smoothly without any stumbling, moving fluidly. Jima quite enjoyed this move; she had always hoped to find an opportunity to walk through an old, dark Western building like this, scaring off the unfortunate virgins.
The brown-skinned woman focused intently on Jima’s movements; this set of moves was something she couldn’t do, and she said:
“You’re lying. You must have practiced before. I can see the signs of practice on your body.”
Jima shook her head: “No.”
“Impossible; I have never seen or heard of anyone who can easily perform a series of high-difficulty moves without rigorous training.”
“Choreographer, I am a succubus.”
“You mean to say you have a natural talent?”
“If you say so, then yes.”
“You really are quite proud; stand up.”
Jima stood up.
“Alright, your talent can be considered excellent.” The brown-skinned woman spoke somewhat unwillingly, “But without hard training, talent is worthless. Understand? If you get complacent, your butt will be waiting for a whip.”
“I understand, I understand.” Jima took this lightly, knowing she was definitely good at dancing. She felt a bit hopeful and asked, “So what are you going to teach me?”
The brown-skinned woman said: “Butt dance.”
Jima felt somewhat disappointed: “Butt dance? Didn’t you say I had talent—”
“Yes, but you have no time for rigorous training. Simple butt dance is the most suitable for a newcomer like you. Dancing is not only about physical condition but also brainpower and perseverance. Let me show you once.”
After the brown-skinned woman’s performance, Jima was even more disappointed.
How lowbrow; it was just twisting and thrusting her butt at the audience.
Jima felt unhappy at the thought of having to do this on a big stage in front of a group of men.
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There will be one more update before twelve o’clock.
Ah, yesterday’s two updates are still pending.
