Senior School Sister's Special Leotard Dance

Su Bai's strong arms were like iron clamps, locking Zhou Jialu tightly in his embrace.

Su Bai lowered his head and looked at her, utterly humiliated yet softened by the effects of the outfit. The fire in his heart surged higher and higher.

But instead of immediately carrying her to the large double bed to begin the main event, he curled his lips into a wicked smile and released her.

Zhou Jialu's legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed to the floor. She barely managed to steady herself against the dressing mirror beside her.

"I can let you go." Su Bai crossed his arms and leaned leisurely against the wardrobe door, his gaze openly invasive as it traveled over the exaggerated S-curve cinched by the outfit. "But since this outfit was designed for people to walk around and move in, wouldn't it be a waste of all that high-tech fabric if you just stood there?"

Zhou Jialu froze for a moment, her watery peach-blossom eyes full of confusion. "W-what do you mean?"

Without another word, Su Bai pulled out his phone and skillfully opened a short-video app. After swiping a few times, he found a suggestive dance video that had recently gone viral online.

In the video, a female blogger in a tight, hip-hugging skirt moved wildly to the intensely rhythmic music, twisting her hips and performing all kinds of provocative squats and swaying motions.

Su Bai turned the screen around and held it right in front of Zhou Jialu's face.

"Senior school sister, aren't you the head housekeeper? If you're going to serve me, then you need to meet all my needs." Su Bai's tone was domineering and left no room for refusal. "Copy the moves in this video and shake it for me for a while."

"What?!"