Chapter 972 – #209_Dancing With The Black Swan (3)
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Two more days passed since Albireo experienced an embarrassing predicament she couldn’t tell anyone about.
Nevertheless, Albireo steadfastly continued her etiquette and waltz lessons for Siwoo.
It wasn’t just because there was no one else to take over; it was more like a stubborn streak.
It was a strange stubbornness that said, ‘Do you think I’d give in to something like this?’
If she were to back down here, wouldn’t it be proof that she was losing her mind over the charm of her son-in-law, whom she always berated?
Rather than admitting such a shameful defeat, Albireo’s nature was to endure the embarrassment and achieve victory through reason.
However, there was one hidden motive that even Albireo acknowledged.
It was that she didn’t dislike dancing with him.
Surprisingly, in just two days, Siwoo’s standard waltz had reached a near-perfect level.
Now, instead of teaching him each movement, they danced together to the music and went through a process of giving simple feedback.
The waltz, the epitome of waltz music, played from the gramophone with the record spinning.
Johann Strauss’s “The Blue Danube.”
Siwoo and Albireo stepped to the rhythm, demonstrating a beautiful dance as if they were one.
While the waltz requires the breath and ability of both partners, the leader’s qualities are especially important.
From the distribution of weight between the two to the delicate consideration for the follower.
Albireo’s dance movements created a subtle pressure and force that allowed her to predict and lead the next movement with skillful guidance.
When she entrusted her body to his firm physique, she felt like she had become a black swan.
She was no longer satisfied with waltzing with other partners; he had drawn out all of Albireo’s potential.
It was enjoyable.
This sensation, as if she were wearing enchanted shoes and her body didn’t feel like her own, pushed away the stress and worries of the past.
The final routine was reached too quickly in a blissful trance.
Chasse roll, left whisk, and twist, followed by the final standing spin.
The magic ended the moment the music ended.
“Haa…”
Albireo couldn’t help but sigh.
The sensation of walking on clouds like high celestial feathers disappeared, and only the heavy ground clung to her shoes.
She wished she could have danced a little longer…
“Albireo-nim, are you alright?”
A pleasant, deep, and resonant voice tickled her ears.
Siwoo loosened his hold and looked at Albireo with a worried expression.
He was acting, and he was just over-immersed in his hypnosis…
Annoyingly, he was handsome.
She seriously reflected on whether she wouldn’t have nagged him as much if he had dressed up like this earlier.
This wouldn’t do.
Albireo’s inner self shook her head vigorously.
“The problem is mostly Siwoo-gun, I’m fine.”
She replied with a colder tone than usual, trying to create a little distance.
Wouldn’t this be cleaner?
But the current Shin Siwoo.
He was not an easy opponent.
“Shall we dance one more song?”
It was an in-step hook that came in off-beat to Albireo, who had exposed her chin, thinking the attack was over.
There was no need to do so, but it was a suggestion as if he could see right through Albireo’s inner thoughts.
Albireo, startled that she had been so obvious, heard Siwoo’s words flow like water.
“I think there were many shortcomings. Since today is the last day for the standard waltz, I think it would be good to review it before moving on to the next step.”
“There’s no need for that. This is enough achievement. You’ve worked hard today.”
It was a welcome suggestion, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
If she were to say, ‘Hmm, if you say so, I guess I have no choice. There are some shortcomings,’ it would be a deception.
It wasn’t a problem of deceiving Siwoo, but that she was lying because she wanted to dance with him.
Wouldn’t that make it seem like she was so desperate to dance with him that she would lie?
Of course, dancing with him was enjoyable, but it wasn’t to the point where she had to create a false truth.
It shouldn’t be.
“Siwoo-gun?”
But Siwoo was still holding Albireo’s hand, supporting her back with his hand, and holding her again.
It was a bold action if you thought it was bold, and conversely, it could be considered rude if you thought it was rude.
Albireo couldn’t understand his intentions, so she made eye contact and then subtly avoided his gaze again.
“I felt the need for it. You personally guided me, Albireo-nim, so I can’t show a lacking performance later.”
“…Well, fine. If you put it that way.”
There were many things to worry about.
Could it be that Siwoo had seen through Albireo’s true feelings, which she had tried so hard to hide, and was being considerate by adding a plausible reason?
But the moment the gramophone started playing music again, her heels were lightly bouncing without knowing the speed.
“Okay, just like this. One, two-two, one two-two.”
At that moment.
Albireo’s long skirt got caught on the back of her heel as she went up slightly for a reverse turn, pretending to coach.
It was a basic mistake that Albireo would never have made, even if it had been a while since she had left the ballroom.
Since the heel was pointed and high, her center of gravity naturally shifted backward.
“Huh?”
Was she too excited?
Or was it just a coincidence that the mistake happened?
There was no big problem.
As she had said many times, the standard waltz was when a man and a woman were closely attached, and Shin Siwoo was helping Albireo maintain her balance.
As if he had expected it from the beginning, Siwoo quickly put his hand behind Albireo’s waist to support her collapsing center of gravity.
Albireo was able to prevent the unsightly fall.
“Th-thank you. For this mistake.”
“It’s nothing.”
Just when it seemed like it was going to pass as a minor incident.
Albireo felt something was missing.
“Huh?”
Albireo’s ball gown was basically a pitch-black off-shoulder dress.
It was an outfit that exposed some of her cleavage, her long neckline, and her shoulder line.
Here’s a question.
What would happen if you stepped on the hem of an off-shoulder dress and fell backward?
The answer is, ‘The dress will naturally fall down, and the chest that was loosely covered will be exposed above the dress.’
“……”
“……”
Albireo could see it too.
Her fair breasts, which had been tightly constricted to prevent them from jiggling, were revealing their magnificence above the fallen dress.
It wasn’t just a slight slip; her nipples, as beautiful as Albireo’s lips, and the crimson gradation surrounding them like a teacup were exposed in all their glory.
The skin, glistening with sweat that had seeped into it like a thin-skinned, watery peach.
Her two breasts, slightly parted to the left and right due to her back-leaning posture, swayed, exuding a milky, seductive scent.
And the pink clover, which had been quiet all this time.
The clover that Siwoo had warned about the danger of, and that Albireo had ignored, had begun to work.
“……”
“……”
Sometimes, when people are faced with a situation where they don’t know where to start, they lose their words.
Albireo and Siwoo were the same.
Feeling Siwoo’s gaze, drawn to her chest by his male instincts, Albireo’s mind went blank.
She had suddenly exposed her chest in front of a strange man.
How should she handle this?
Should she give a wry smile, saying she had shown something unsightly?
No.
Far from being unsightly, it was a chest that was so beautiful that she could be proud of it.
Then should she tell him to be grateful?
“Ugh!”
While her mind was in a mess with all sorts of thoughts.
Albireo’s shoulders trembled at the sudden surge of sensation.
It was the same sensation as when she had a lewd dream while taking a nap a while ago, that is, the prelude to sexual arousal.
At that time, all she could see was the wetness between her legs, but a woman’s body reacts more diversely to arousal.
Her pupils dilated, her breathing became shallow and rapid, and her heart beat faster.
Above all, her nipples became erect and hard.
First of all, she had to cover her chest.
“Oh dear… Kyaa!”
Albireo frantically tried to pull up her dress to cover her chest, and that was a bad move.
Wasn’t the pink clover’s ability to screw things up something that even the great Eloa couldn’t handle?
Although she hadn’t fallen thanks to Siwoo’s help, she was still stepping on the hem of her skirt with her heel.
Her action was no different from pulling the carpet while standing on it.
-Snap!
The heel of her shoe let out a death cry and broke.
Albireo, feeling herself falling backward, instinctively put her other foot forward.
“Cough!”
The blow was aimed at Siwoo’s groin, who had lowered his posture and slightly spread his legs to support Albireo.
Siwoo, who had been struck in the weak spot that only male witches possessed with all her might, and Albireo, who had lost her support, tilted precariously.
-Thud!
“Ugh…”
It didn’t hurt much.
It wasn’t to the point where her autonomous defense was activated, and above all, Siwoo had wrapped his arms around Albireo’s body even in the midst of it.
But when she opened her eyes, which she had tightly closed, the picture became even stranger.
Siwoo, who had pinned one of Albireo’s wrists to the floor and placed one hand below her waist, was in a position as if he was about to pounce on her.
And Albireo, who was lying under Siwoo with her chest completely exposed as if it had been half-forced off.
If he had come just a little closer, the two would have been kissing.
He was big.
Not in a lewd sense, but she understood now that she was lying under him and being covered by him.
Shin Siwoo was big enough to comfortably hold Albireo, and he was a strong man.
“Ugh…!”
A tingling sensation ran through her again.
As if regaining a forgotten memory, someone’s memory flashed through Albireo’s mind.
Albireo didn’t know love, didn’t know men, and didn’t know the excitement between men and women.
But because of the link of the brand, she knew one thing for sure.
How much ecstasy was given when she was held in Siwoo’s arms.
Coincidentally, this position was similar to the position in which Deneb and Siwoo had their first proper relationship in the fish tank.
Also, the Geminai family was two as one.
Albireo had only been able to feel the memory of Deneb being held by Siwoo in the fish tank through her senses, but when a situation similar to that acted as a trigger, her ‘body’ remembered it in more detail.
Memories that were not her own passed through her mind as if they were her own.
Then could it be that he was also…
Was he feeling the excitement of that time?
The only difference between Albireo and Deneb was the color of their hair.
What if he was swept away by the atmosphere, or was tempted by the similar situation, and did something lewd to Albireo…
Just as Albireo was on edge.
“Guhhhhh…”
Siwoo let out a strange moan like the cry of the dead.
“Siwoo-gun?! Are you alright?!”
Only then did Albireo remember that she had kicked his testicles as she fell.
