The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1626: Chapter 655: Dance Class (2)

With no verbal exchanges, a few seconds later, Jennie again shifted her gaze, trying once more to stand straight, wishing to continue dancing.

Zhou Wang finally nodded in satisfaction, as Jennie’s movements indicated she had finally ”submitted,” to some extent.

This represented that Zhou Wang’s patience in teaching all that time finally had feedback and reward.

”Very good.”

Lightly uttering these words in Chinese, Zhou Wang then distanced himself a bit, allowing Jennie to smoothly complete a series of consistent dance moves.

Jennie, who had been pursing her lips, worried that Zhou Wang might once again use those gentle fingers to disturb her, was surprised to find Zhou Wang didn’t repeat the trick, instinctively glanced at Zhou Wang.

But this glance invited a palm slap from Zhou Wang that echoed like a clap across the moon.

Uttering an ”ah” in shock, Jennie simultaneously had a moment of realization deep within.

The reason Zhou Wang hadn’t harassed her earlier was not because he had suddenly found conscience, but because... it was a ”reward”.

Understanding the essence of this, Jennie didn’t have time to dwell on the shame and anger at Zhou Wang’s actions, hurriedly refocused back on the dance.

Indeed, as she became ”focused,” Zhou Wang again distanced himself slightly from her.

Catching Zhou Wang’s hints, Jennie then forced herself to discard distractions and continued the ballet.

Yet there were subtle changes compared to before.

The change was that Jennie could no longer pretend Zhou Wang wasn’t there, knowing clearly he stood nearby, ready to ”correct” her dance with his hands anytime her performance didn’t please him, prone to any form of ”punishment” if she deviated.

During this, due to her wandering thoughts, there were some messy moments, quickly met by Zhou Wang’s prompt feedback, each brush of his five fingers exacerbating her disarray.

But she dared not stop, with Zhou Wang’s silent, intensifying actions resembling a ruler ever ready to fall, urging her to keep dancing.

Jennie couldn’t tell how it evolved, gradually becoming a dance circled around Zhou Wang, which seemed no longer purely ballet.

Instead, it transformed under his calibration, a dance meant to specifically please him.

”Not bad, the sway could be grander...”

”Don’t be afraid to fall, I’m right behind you.”

”Who allowed you to lower your leg, lift it higher!”

”Can you do that vertical split, I want to see.”

Zhou Wang’s words, sometimes offering earnest instruction, sometimes stern demands, constantly echoed in Jin Zhenni’s ears, like the whispers of a magical demon.

Her strength waning, many times she had to brace against Zhou Wang’s shoulder or simply lean into him when accepting punishment.

Panting heavily, yet daring not to halt, she could sense from Zhou Wang’s occasional gentle touch during action, feeling his joy at specific moments, leading her to subconsciously repeat those actions, sometimes even sneaking glances to catch Zhou Wang’s reaction.

It was as if she were back in the dance class years ago, when her mother hired that renowned tutor from a noble family in certain circles, who always punished her when she wasn’t focused, no matter how she cried...

Back then, Han Suying held strict expectations, wanting her to marry into a good family.

”Just finish this dance and my task will be complete, just like childhood, just need to endure till class ends...”

At first, even when Jin Zhenni cooperated with Zhou Wang, there was lingering resistance, thus she told herself this.

Yes, just a little longer, Zhou Wang said as long as he’s satisfied, this will all end.

With such thoughts, she seems to have found a rationale, managing to increasingly fluently comply with Zhou Wang’s requirements, even adding her own ”innovations” at times.

She was naturally talented in dance, knowing on stage which gestures could ignite fans’ enthusiasm, so when she chose to please at this moment, she could precisely grasp the allure that would please the man behind her...

Yet she was unaware of the gradual, subtle change in her mentality during this process, one perhaps even undetected by herself.

Amidst overlapping resentment and embarrassment, she began to unconsciously care about Zhou Wang’s moods, if he seemed satisfied, happy, she surprisingly found a peculiar satisfaction herself.

When the last note playing indoors ended, Jin Zhenni’s dance finally ceased.

At that moment, her lifted leg was caught in Zhou Wang’s arm, holding onto Zhou Wang’s neck, her chin gently nestled against Zhou Wang’s chest, while her other leg remained in a tiptoe posture, causing most of her weight to press on Zhou Wang.

Ballet seems light, yet it actually consumes much energy, not to mention Zhou Wang’s presence intensified mental tension, now Jin Zhenni was drenched in sweat, disheveled strands stuck to her forehead, even the lace-trimmed stockings had sweat stains, evoking an indescribable sticky appeal.

She leaned heavily against Zhou Wang’s chest, gasping, waiting for her breath to calm, while Zhou Wang stood on the carpet, lightly lifting her chin.

Their eyes met again.

By then, Jin Zhenni’s black and white eyes no longer bore that elusive arrogance and discontent, mostly replaced by shyness and confusion, seemingly unclear of her own state...

From Zhou Wang’s approaching face, Jin Zhenni interpreted something, yet her first reaction was no longer to resist or flee, rather she just bit her lip, turning her head, cheeks flushed in apparent bashfulness.

”Obedient.”

At this moment, Zhou Wang gently uttered a word.

This kind of word had repeatedly appeared in various forms while Zhou Wang taught her to dance, causing Jin Zhenni, still muddled, to subconsciously revert to being dominated by Zhou Wang.

Thus she lifted her head again, and when Zhou Wang came closer, she opened her trembling red lips slightly.

However, Zhou Wang seemed unsatisfied with just that, whispering something in her ear.

A hint of shame and anger flashed across Jin Zhenni’s face, reminiscent of something, but after Zhou Wang forcefully grasped her waist, she trembled, quickly masking those emotions, then as he requested, slowly emerged like a sprouting bud.

”Mm!”

In Zhao Wang’s grasp, Jin Zhenni experienced the most special kiss of her life.

Her vision quickly blurred, her body felt weightless, the sensation of complete domination, completely under control, intensified beyond what she felt during dancing.

But having initially adapted to this state, Jin Zhenni found she couldn’t conjure any thought of resistance, like a small boat constantly tossed in a storm, inevitably, willingly sinking deeper.

When Jin Zhenni regained partial clarity from her immersion, she found herself again sprawled on the large bed, with Zhou Wang starting to shape her.

More excessive than before, showing even less concern.

But Jin Zhenni found she still couldn’t muster any thought of resistance, even unknowingly cooperating actively with Zhou Wang.

Under Zhou Wang’s enlightenment, she seemed to transform into another person, singing willingly, yielding.

”I must be crazy.”

As the veil-covered lampshade fell again to the floor, the room sunk into a realm of shadowy light, Jin Zhenni entertained this thought.