Bìluò hastily raised both hands to her chest, then frantically tried to cover herself, standing frozen and unsure what to do.

"Brother Jìn..." Luo Qingqing ran over to sit beside Qián Jìn: "Sister Bìluò is truly stunning. Tonight, if you attend the ball with her, she will undoubtedly be the absolute center of attention."

Qián Jìn nodded repeatedly as he looked at Bìluò. Indeed! Bìluò's appearance exceeded imagination by far. If she walked into the ballroom... what kind of scene would unfold was truly hard to fathom. Although he couldn't picture the exact outcome, Qián Jìn was certain of one thing: she had the power to instantly silence even the rowdiest ball, to a degree where the fall of a single hair onto the floor would be audible.

"This..." Qián Jìn suddenly looked troubledly at the several beauties beside him: "There's a problem..."

Everyone looked at Qián Jìn curiously. This was a person who rarely posed questions, so they wondered what sort of query he might raise today.

"I..." Qián Jìn spread his hands: "I don't know how to dance." He couldn't dance? The three beauties froze simultaneously. They had never expected that Qián Jìn would be unable to dance.

The room fell silent. The three beauties exchanged glances for several seconds before Gǔyuè Jiāyīng spoke calmly, "Nor do I. Any man who dares touch mine will be..."

Swish! Shuangyue! Two gleaming battle-blades appeared in Gǔyuè Xǐyīng's hands, completing the sentence she was about to utter. Whoever dared touch her body would be summarily executed!

Luo Qingqing looked apologetically at Qián Jìn: "Brother Jìn, although I attend receptions, I never dance with men. So..."

Forget it! Qián Jìn sighed. This one also couldn't dance! If none of you know how, why were you looking at me like I was an idiot just now?

Lucifer Flowing Hands clasped her arms across her chest, as if trying to squeeze her substantial bust even tighter, and laughed heartily: "In our Royal Clan, balls are mandatory. Therefore, I certainly know how to dance!"

Qián Jìn let out a sigh of relief. Finally, someone who could dance! Even though she was a Demon Clan member, there weren't any fundamental differences in the culture of dance between them.

"But Sister Yuán Xūnyǔ..." Luo Qingqing offered a kind reminder: "You only know the steps for the female role; the male role must lead the steps..."

"Who said I dance the woman's steps?" Lucifer Flowing Hands raised a hand to lightly cover her delicate red lips, chuckling coquettishly, "At balls, I always take the lead role. Many stunning Demonessesses in the Demon Clan are eager to dance with me. What male demon would be qualified to touch this Princess’s body?"

What? Qián Jìn felt his mind turn into a complete mess. This demoness... what in the world was she talking about?

"Come on."

Lucifer Flowing Hands rose and pulled Qián Jìn up: "I'll teach you the male steps. Then, I'll teach Sister Bìluò the female steps. I assume Bìluò doesn't know how to dance either, right?" Bìluò nodded shyly. Lucifer Flowing Hands burst into another round of charming giggles: "Don't worry, little sister, I’ll teach you. Don't worry... Little sister will be very fond of you, you know!"

"Ah Jìn, your shoulders are so strong! Your muscles are so firm! Your physique feels wonderful to touch!" While learning the dance steps, Qián Jìn listened to the teasing from the beautiful demoness opposite him, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. He, a grown man, was being continuously teased by a demoness.

"Ah Jìn, why aren't you talking? Dancing requires conversation. How does my figure feel? Do my skin textures feel smooth when you touch them?"

"Don't stay so far away from me, closer! A little closer! You need to be in a state where my chest could press against you at any second. You'll need to maintain this proximity when you dance with Sister Bìluò later." "We are attending the City Lord's ball tomorrow night, aren't we? You’ll need to dance with each of us sisters in rotation, so you must practice more." "Move the palm of your hand holding my waist just a little lower, quickly! You need to be stroking the area between my hip and waistline..." Lower? Qián Jìn looked very seriously at Lucifer Flowing Hands. If his hand went any further down, he'd just be slapping her curved backside.

"Next, we need to dance the