Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 711 - 376 Dance of the Cat and Dance of the Deer

Chapter 711: Chapter 376 Dance of the Cat and Dance of the Deer

"Clan Leader, you summoned me."

A voice, ethereal as smoke, drifted in, seeming to carry both a smile and a hint of curiosity. It was like the gentle rain of April, falling drop by drop into one’s heart, signaling that spring had arrived.

Zicao Clan Leader Guramo turned indifferently to see a stunningly beautiful young girl appear in the great hall. She was draped in a tender yellow robe, with hair tied at her waist. She had a delicate face, curved willow eyebrows, a petite nose, and lips thin as rose petals. However, what captured the most attention were her spirited eyes. Those bright eyes were brimming with emotion, reflecting a pond in autumn, yet also seemed to hide a hint of spring’s light.

"Yes, Medina, my daughter."

Guramo’s gaze moved from the girl’s face downward, scanning over her budding fullness, passing her slender waist, down her shapely long legs, to the beautifully curved insteps. The girl radiated the lively energy of youth but also possessed an alluring charm. To those in the know, it was clear she was an exceptional dancer, and moreover, a creature of remarkable pliability.

After watching for a while, Guramo nodded expressionlessly, satisfied with the masterpiece he had meticulously cultivated.

"Medina, perform the Vastec’s Dance of the Cat."

"Clan Leader, here?"

The girl’s eyes twinkled with laughter as she asked.

Guramo looked around the hall, considering the setting for the King’s banquet, and confidently affirmed.

"Yes, right here."

Medina gently bit her lip, then shed her light yellow robe, revealing her exquisitely crafted collarbones, a close-fitting plain undershirt, and her tightly stretched pale legs. Then, she gathered up her black hair, waiting for the sound of a flute.

"Take off your shoes, let down your hair," Guramo commanded calmly. Bare feet would add an extra layer of allure to the dance, and loose hair could provoke a man’s desire to conquer.

Medina obediently removed her shoes, revealing tiny, delicate toes. Her toenails were painted with crimson rouge, drawing even more attention from onlookers. Then, she let her hair down, exuding a bit of wildness, like a small jungle cat.

Soon, the lingering flute began, accompanied by enticing bell sounds. Medina started to gently stretch her arms, fluidly twisting her waist. She smiled with her eyes, slightly curving her lips as if teasing. Her body formed one arc after another, swaying like waves. Her chest, waist, and hips shifted freely between peaks and valleys, provoking wild thoughts.

Guramo nodded gently, occasionally giving instructions.

"Lean slightly forward with your upper body to make it more prominent."

"Keep your lower body perky and rotate freely."

"Your waist, your waist! The enchantment of the Dance of the Cat lies in the waist! Yes, just like that, with your navel quivering slightly, like ripples. Very good!"

Medina eventually fell into a perfect rhythm. Guramo stopped talking and simply watched in silence. The high-frequency trembling of the dance was physically demanding, and the girl soon began to breathe lightly like an orchid. Her breaths, whimpering and seductive, tugged at the primal instincts of the watchers.

The bamboo flute’s melody grew livelier, and Medina’s dance became increasingly passionate and bold. Her cheeks flushed with exertion, and her skin glowed with a faint pink hue, a sign of great physical exertion. The lively tune then eased, becoming smoother and more relaxing. The girl’s movements also slowed, her expression a bit languid, and her eyes seemingly ready to drip water.

"Ding-ding~ Ding-ding~"

The music suddenly receded, followed by a few soft bell sounds. The stunning girl, seemingly without notice, was sprawled on the ground, stretching her arms, chest to the floor, buttocks arched high, in a tempting stretch, like a cat just awakened. Then, she crawled forward like a cat, stopping before Guramo, tilting up her head to reveal her beautiful face.

Her gaze was alluring as she lightly licked her upper lip with her tongue. Then, she looked at Guramo with a seductive gaze and softly meowed.

"Meow~"

Guramo instantly melted, his body tingling as if electrified. Even with his vast experience, he found his mind swayed and hard to suppress. After a few moments, his face showed sincere admiration.

"Excellent! Excellent! A natural born enchantress, an irresistible dance!"

Medina then calmly stood up, bowed, and stepped back. A maid immediately came forward to wipe the sweat from her neck and brought her honey-sweetened saltwater.

Guramo fell into thought. The Dance of the Cat, while enchanting, was more suited for private quarters, to breach the last defenses of others. At the banquet, a more appropriate choice would be...

After a while, once Medina had rested, Guramo once again instructed.

"Medina, dance the Mistec’s Dance of the Deer once more."

Medina nodded. She draped herself in a light brown short robe, still exposing her slender and rounded thighs, and then tied up her soft, waist-length hair.

The sound of the bamboo flute promptly rose, this time accompanied by deep, low drumbeats. The young girl’s expression turned innocent and curious, her face blossoming with radiant smiles, like a little deer that had mistakenly wandered into a human village. She tiptoed, stretched her long legs, and leapt gracefully, extending her beautiful body. When she leaped, she was full of energy; when she extended, it was as if a flower was blooming; and when she landed, it was in sync with the drumbeats. Her legs had excellent lines, and her arches were exceedingly beautiful, causing an inexplicable restlessness in one’s heart. "The Dance of the Deer is an imitation of a deer’s dance. The key is in the leaping, in the legs and feet. You must keep your legs tightly stretched, your feet highly pointed."

Guramo watched calmly and issued instructions.

"No, your foot posture is still not right. Stop. Look at me."

The music paused immediately. Medina turned to look as well.

Guramo slowly pointed his toes. He first lifted his hind foot’s heel, while the front of the foot remained grounded.

"This is the cat’s step, just like you dance in the Dance of the Cat."

Then, he pointed his toes upwards again, this time completely on his tiptoes, landing in a position akin to ballet. From this movement alone, one could tell his balance and agility were on par with a seasoned samurai.

"This is the deer step. Your power must reach all the way to your toes, this integrated sense of beauty can make a lasting impression on anyone! Come, let’s try it again!"

The music resumed, and Medina bit her lip, leaping again. This time, she entirely used the power of her toes, like a dragonfly skimming over the water’s surface, or a lotus standing tall and straight.

"Not bad!"

Guramo slightly nodded his head. Medina’s talent for dance was exceptional, likely because her mother had been an excellent dancer from the Zapotecs.

At this thought, Guramo’s expression shifted slightly, tinged with regret. That woman, although only one of his many concubines, had given birth to the most beautiful daughter for him. If he had paid a bit more attention back then, preventing her suicide, perhaps she could have given birth to two more masterpieces...

After a few moments, Guramo regained his indifferent demeanor. Watching Medina’s Dance of the Deer, he still felt it lacked a bit of maturity.

"After all, it is newly learned, and the Dance of the Deer is more difficult..."

He thought for a moment and smiled faintly.

"However, to be captivating, the dance moves are secondary..."

Dancing on her tiptoes was not only exhausting but also somewhat painful. As Medina continued, a trace of pain appeared on her face, as if she was on the verge of tears, making her pitiable to watch.

Guramo’s eyes lit up. He called for a halt again.

"Stop, very good! Medina, maintain that expression, remember that expression. It can turn a man into a beast!"

Then, Guramo pondered for a moment and instructed his handmaid.

"Bring two small silver anklets, the ones with tiny spikes."

Medina lowered her eyes. As the handmaid put the anklets on her, a faint stinging pain traveled up from her ankles.

"Good! Medina, let’s continue. Dance the final part."

Medina obediently danced on her toes, and the tinkling of the anklets started little by little from the girl’s ankles. The drumbeats got faster, and the ringing of the bells became more urgent. The more she danced, the stronger the sensation of stinging pain and exhaustion became. Her toes curled up, her lips clamped shut, and her eyes misted over. Until her last forceful leap and fall, then her body softened and she collapsed to the ground, emitting a fragile cry.

"Ah!"

Medina fell to the ground in pain, then looked back at Guramo. Her robe was disheveled, her legs sprawled across the floor, her chest heaved dramatically, and her eyes brimmed with tears. At that moment, she resembled a wounded deer tightly caught in a rope, helplessly looking at the hunter, waiting for the strong one’s ravage.

"Good! Good! Absolutely perfect!"

Guramo couldn’t help but exclaim aloud. His expression was satisfied, he exhaled deeply, as if beholding the most beautiful masterpiece.

"Medina, my daughter, he will be utterly unable to resist you!"