Taboo Stepson System

Chapter 217: Unexpected Twist. Cassie Finally Admits It

Sinclair’s Duplex

Knock! Knock!

"Are you done?"

Just as he reached for the door, Cassie’s impatient voice rang through, asking if he was done getting ready for their ballet practice session.

Click!

Miles revealed a placid smile as he opened the door to the sight of her wearing a crop top with tight leggings underneath a short, flared skirt.

’What happened to modest dressing during close contact?’

He sneered inwardly that she would wear something like that after making him promise not to get any ideas.

Thinking about how torturous the coming hours would be, he felt great for once that his dick was still out of commission and raised his brows.

"Don’t go calling me a pervert—"

But it was too late; Cassie had already marked him from the moment he decided to check her out.

"Pervert." She scrunched her face, feigning a disgusted look as she stretched out her hand, which was holding the little bag she kept her things in.

"I remember the last time you were swaggering next to me with your hands in your pockets while I carried this. This time, since you’ve decided that you’ll help me train, you might as well put your hands to good use. Consider it a warm-up."

With that, she sassily faced forward and walked off, swaying her hips.

Miles wanted to say something but kept quiet, staring at the slender, curvy waist he so dearly wanted to wrap his arm around.

"Well..."

Glancing at the bag she gave him, he shook his head and carried it along.

Flashing a mischievous smile after turning to see him holding the bag, she harrumphed and kept going.

Sunflower Estate seemed quieter than usual. Even after going deep into the main community hub, the place where those other guys usually hung out was empty, and cars were parked in the driveways. The whole scene looked like deserted luxury.

Understanding that other schools must have started exams on Monday, Miles could feel the heavy expectations of the parents who chose to oversee their children.

’But what do they know? I can bet everything I have that 80% of these houses currently have either private tutors or subscribe to online lessons.’

Walking side by side with Cassie, they soon arrived at the yoga studio.

"Ouuuuuuu!!!"

Trying to howl, Cassie stretched her limbs, starting to perform a series of basic exercises while Miles tailed behind her.

"Hum... I’ve done some studying and finally agreed with your earlier suggestion to completely change my performance," Cassie suddenly turned to him and said, meeting his eyes.

"Wise. You’re finally starting to have something inside that skull of yours," Miles said with a straight face, grinning at the end.

"Pervert."

Cassie rushed over and punched his arm.

"Weak," he teased after feeling the lack of force behind her punch.

Cassie gritted her teeth and chose to endure it, moving to turn on the MP3 player before turning back to him.

"Well, unfortunately, I didn’t choose your idea because of whatever reason you gave. It’s because the ballet examination got canceled, and the academy directly chose me and one other person to represent the juniors in the Paris contest."

Noting that she purposely chose not to mention the other person’s name, it didn’t take a genius to guess who it was. Still, Miles chose to keep his mouth shut and listen.

Cassie’s expression suddenly turned solemn as she stared at him.

"After much critical thinking, I have decided to utilize your strength as the main factor in this dance. The name of the dance is called..."

"...Le Corsaire Grand Pas de Deux. It’s known as an extremely difficult dance with a five-star rating. It requires multiple pirouettes and balances from the female, complex overhead and one-arm lifts, and perfect synchronization. No mistakes can be made."

Cassie spoke with deep solemnity, appearing so serious that he felt deceived by her usually mischievous side.

"Hmm."

Miles hummed with a nod, his eyes giving her a reassuring look.

"Huff."

Cassie finally let out a relieved sigh and moved closer with her back against him, clicking on a saved clip on her phone for them to watch.

The delicate notes of gentle strings filled the room, and the two step-siblings slowly bonded. Having switched to his dance talent, Miles felt like his soul was deeply connected to the song. Soon, he began to move his body in rhythm. Locking his hands around Cassie’s waist, they weaved high and low like gentle waves across the studio, their shoes skidding and jumping with squeaky sounds.

It reached a point where they both stopped. Cassie stretched out her hands like a fairy, and one of her legs extended high behind her. Miles stood behind her, holding her waist for support, and suddenly lifted her up. Rushing ten steps forward, he stopped and did a 360-degree spin before dropping her gracefully.

"Ahhh!"

Breaking the rhythm, Cassie felt something poking her ass and suddenly yelped. Her balance destabilized and she fell, quickly turning back to stare in shock at the protruding tent in Miles’ pants, as if he had put a stick in them.

"What...?" Miles started, wanting to reach out to her and ask what happened, when he swallowed his words and lowered his gaze to his crotch.

"What the fuck?"

Imagine being shocked by your own dick.

He had been so immersed in the dance that he failed to notice his own erection from holding Cassie’s waist.

"You... you... pervert!" Cassie blurted in shock. The feeling of his dick pressed against her ass was so deeply ingrained in her mind that she could almost still feel it while sitting on the floor. Her face flushed, and her finger shook in speechlessness as she pointed at Miles’ crotch.

Stunned, Miles raised his head, feeling irritated by being called a pervert so persistently. Besides, it wasn’t his fault that his dick rose; he didn’t know the idiot thing would wake up without warning after playing dead for so long. He hadn’t even worn tight trunks because of it, and now it was standing straight out through his pants.

"You call me a pervert? You purposely wore a crop top knowing what your waist could do, and now you’re calling me a pervert?" Vexed, he asked with an expression just as disgusted as hers.

"You!" Cassie pointed her finger at him, her face flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to retort, but no words came out.

Miles sneered and pressed on. "What do you think? Oh, I’m a stick or some fucking tree that will wrap its hands around you and feel nothing, huh?"

"This!" He pointed at his erection and then shifted his finger toward her. "This is your fault. You caused this, so it should be your fault, not mine."

"Pervert!" Cassie shouted, silencing him. She turned in the opposite direction, her heavy breathing sounding loud as the studio fell silent.

Miles wanted to say more but chose not to.

In the silence, he glared at the thing that had awakened without warning, completely stiff as it pushed against the fabric of his pants.

’Oh fuck, how am I going to deal with this?’ he thought, wondering whether to call Grace or Carolina, either of whom would welcome him with open arms. But just as he was having those thoughts, Cassie’s voice broke through the silence.

She spoke meekly, like a child who wanted to reconcile with her best friend.

"Can’t you get it to calm down? Like splashing cold water on it or something?" She didn’t turn to look at him, but Miles could imagine her face was probably flushed a deep, rosy pink.

Rolling his eyes, Miles didn’t buy the fact that she was sorry and sneered. ’But wait a minute, that could actually work,’ he thought in astonishment.

"You sure do know a lot about how to cure an erection for someone who always cries pervert. Where am I supposed to get cold water?"

"You... shut up! It’s not what you think!" Cassie sharply retorted, but her voice died down as soon as it rose, sounding like a guilty kitten.

’Eh?’

Stunned by the fact that he had hit the nail on the head, Miles smirked, his suspicion of Cassie rapidly being reinforced in his mind.

There was a bout of silence for a split second before Cassie spoke again. Her face flushed and she bit her lip, nervously closing her eyes.

"...Since... you say it’s my fault... I can help you... make it calm down." She said the last words like they had sucked every bit of oxygen from her throat.

"Eh?"

Stunned to the core, Miles opened his mouth agape. She had finally broken her pretentious act.

’Hehehe.’

Laughing in his heart, he chose to tease her.

"Calm down?" he asked, sounding entirely innocent and confused by her meaning.

Meanwhile, Cassie’s face flushed even more, turning totally red.

"I heard boys... if you stroke their thing... and put it in your mouth, it helps to calm it down."

She wanted to crawl away and find a hole to hide in.

’Hehehe.’

"Which thing? What do you mean?"

This time, Cassie caught the teasing tone in his voice and exploded.

"Pervert, it’s called a blowjob!"