Before leaving the study, I took one last, deep look at mom. Looking at her still beautiful but slightly haggard face, my heart felt as if it were being slowly sliced apart, the pain unbearable.
Back in my room, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, Xia Ling's image kept flashing through my mind.
That usually elegant, decisive female CEO, always so subservient to Wang Xiong. Her long, shapely legs, encased in white stockings, were like a commodity, observed and fantasized about by Wang Xiong through his lens. Under the warm light of the lamp, Xia Ling looked so lonely.
I tossed and turned until three in the morning, finally drifting off to sleep, my dreams filled with images of Xia Ling being humiliated.
She was forced to remove her grey stockings at the French restaurant and let Wang Xiong play with them; she picked up high heels barefoot in the underground parking lot, her silk-stockinged feet exposed, and Wang Xiong and his henchmen ejaculated on her stockinged legs and into her high heels; she was forced to kneel and perform oral sex in the office by Wang Xiong, and her silk-stockinged feet rubbed against his penis…
These scenes flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. I wanted to rush forward and stop them, but my legs felt like lead, and I could only watch helplessly.
"Ah—!"
I woke up from the nightmare with a start, my forehead covered in cold sweat.
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains. I checked the time; the night was over.
After getting up and washing, I went downstairs to the dining room and found Xia Ling, as always, already up and sitting there.
He was dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, over which he wore a white silk shirt. His beautiful legs were also encased in trousers, and beneath the cuffs, a thin layer of black pantyhose was faintly visible. His small feet, clad in black stockings, were in a pair of slippers.
The night had passed, and Mom was still as elegant and sophisticated as ever. She held a coffee in one hand and worked on her tablet with the other, exuding the powerful aura of a female CEO.
"You're up? Eat quickly, then go to school."
Mom looked up and smiled at me, her voice gentle and calm, as if nothing from the previous night had happened.
However, the more elegant and composed Mom was, the more I couldn't help but recall what had happened last night. Mom had answered Wang Xiong's video call in the study, been forced by him to change into pure white stockings, and shown him her beautiful legs through the camera.
This stark contrast made me feel even more uncomfortable.
"Mom…"
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but the words caught in my throat.
"What's wrong?"
Mom's gaze shifted from the tablet to my face, looking at me with concern.
I shook my head: "Nothing..."
Mom seemed to sense my worries and sighed softly: "Xiaowei, has Wang Xiong been bullying you at school lately? Don't worry, Mom will protect you. Just focus on your studies and trust Mom."
I silently sat down at the table, drinking my milk and eating my breakfast, my eyes welling up.
The more Mom cared for me, the more she acted as if nothing was wrong, the more I felt weak and powerless.
…
After breakfast, the driver took me to school.
As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw a large group of people gathered in the back corner.
Wang Xiong sat in his seat, legs crossed, his posture arrogant. Cobra, Fatty, and their gang of lackeys surrounded him, their expressions excited and faces flushed.
He was holding his phone, showing them something with great enthusiasm.
"Holy crap... those black stockings... where was this taken?!" Cobra pushed up his heavy glasses, drool dripping from his mouth.
"Heh, of course, at her house, where else could it be?" Wang Xiong smugly zoomed in on the photo, showing them the details of Xia Ling's black stockings. "Look at the stockings, look at the sheen, and the shape of the toes..."
I stood at the door, watching their lewd expressions, my fists clenching involuntarily.
"Hey, look at this one." Wang Xiong pulled out another photo. "Later I had her change into white stockings. Look at the texture of these white stockings, high-end stockings, those cheap ones can't compare!"
Wang Xiong zoomed in on the photo again, showing them Xia Ling pointing the camera at her beautiful white stockings. The smooth white stockings were as tempting as ice cream, and through the stockings, you could vaguely see Xia Ling's pink skin at the heels.
"Holy crap! White stockings!" The fat man's eyes widened in admiration. "Brother Xiong, how did you do that?"
Wang Xiong smiled smugly. "How did I do it? Xiao Wei's mom, in front of outsiders, she's a cold, aloof female CEO, but in front of me, she's incredibly obedient! Last night during our video call, I told her I was tired of black stockings and asked her to change to white ones, and she went and changed without a word."
"Really?" someone asked, skeptical, egging him on.
"Pfft, why would I lie to you guys?" Wang Xiong slightly raised his chin, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being fawned over. "On the surface, she's a strong woman, but in private, she's incredibly slutty. I even told her not to take off the white stockings and to sleep in them, and she actually did it!"
"Brother Xiong is awesome!" Cobra gave a thumbs up.
"That's…come on, let me show you something more exciting, look at those legs, those ankles…" Wang Xiong continued to zoom in on the details of Xia Ling's white-stockinged legs. "Tsk tsk tsk…these are high-end stockings developed by their company, and they're so obediently letting me play with them."
A burst of lewd laughter filled the classroom. To these virgin high school boys, Wang Xiong was practically a god. A few girls frowned in their seats, but most of the boys crowded around Wang Xiong, all wanting a glimpse of their mother's white-stockinged legs.