"That move was amazing, Sister Xia! Come on, walk the runway again, show off your beautiful legs in white stockings." Wang Xiong was clearly not satisfied and continued to enjoy controlling Xia Ling. "This time, be even sexier, even more alluring, understand?"
And so, under Wang Xiong's gaze, Xia Ling repeated this humiliating performance over and over.
With each step, the sound of her high heels echoed in the living room. Her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, moved forward and backward, the lace trim of her apron swaying gently with each step, her buttocks bobbing slightly. Xia Ling had to maintain an elegant posture while suppressing her inner shame and humiliation. Every step she took was perfect, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Finally, at the end of the third repetition, she stood before Wang Xiong again.
This time, she struck her final pose: her right leg slightly extended forward, her left leg pulled back, her fingers gently tugging at the hem of her skirt, her head slightly lowered.
"Look up," Wang Xiong said softly.
Xia Ling slowly raised her head, but her eyes avoided his gaze.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes filled with tears, and her face flushed with humiliation. This pitiful yet forcedly elegant appearance gave Wang Xiong an unprecedented sense of conquest.
"So beautiful," Wang Xiong murmured, his gaze roaming greedily over her body. "Sister Xia, you're most alluring right now. This elegant yet erotic feeling is simply irresistible!"
Mom bit her lip and asked, "Can we stop now?"
"What are you thinking, Sister Xia? You have to be my maid all day and make me comfortable!" A meaningful smile played on his lips. "Time to get down to business. Didn't you come here to be my maid, Sister Xia? I haven't had breakfast yet, go make me some."
Mom stood there, her beautiful legs trembling slightly beneath her black maid dress. Her fingers unconsciously brushed against her thigh, gently caressing the expensive, unreleased white stockings from the company's premium line. Now, they were about to be stained with oil.
Her voice was barely audible: "I...I haven't cooked in years."
As the president of Lingya Group, Mom had indeed been away from cooking for a long time. She frequented high-end restaurants and had a maid to prepare her meals at home. These days, she faced executive meetings and business negotiations every day. Who would have thought she'd one day be cooking for someone while dressed in this revealing maid outfit?
"Oh? Really?" Wang Xiong sneered, his eyes turning dangerous as he looked Mom over with ill intent. "The president of Lingya can't even make breakfast? Then I'll go talk to Xiao Wei. You know our principal and Dad have a good relationship; he'll definitely stand up for me, haha..."
"I'll do it!" Mom hurriedly interrupted Wang Xiong, afraid he'd utter more threats.
Mom bit her red lips, enduring the humiliation as she asked, "Where...where's the kitchen?"
Wang Xiong pointed towards the kitchen, a smug smile on his face.
He knew perfectly well that with evidence of Zhang Ming's arson case in his hands, Xia Ling was already in a very passive position. Now, having been provoked by him, she had taken the bait. Under this double threat, Xia Ling had no choice but to obediently comply with his demands.
Wang Xiong's gaze roamed brazenly over Xia Ling's body, especially her long, beautiful legs encased in white stockings.
"Little maid, Sister Xia, I'm really looking forward to your cooking, hehe..."
Xia Ling took a deep breath and forced herself to take a step.
Wearing a sexy maid outfit, the 10cm patent leather high heels made a crisp sound on the floor. With each step, her dignity crumbled further.
The hem of her black dress swayed gently with her steps, barely covering her legs, which were completely exposed. Her round, silk-stockinged buttocks were also fully visible as she walked, swaying seductively.
Even without turning around, Mom could feel Wang Xiong's burning gaze fixed on her, but she had no choice but to endure the discomfort and continue forward.
Pushing open the kitchen door, a stench of cooking oil and mildew assaulted her nostrils. The sight in the kitchen made this pampered, elegant CEO gasp—oil stains everywhere, the sink piled high with unwashed dishes, the cutting board still bearing the marks of her last chopping, and the floor covered in grease, some areas even hardened into black lumps.
Mom's expensive 10cm patent leather stilettos trod cautiously on the greasy floor. Her sexy lace apron swayed gently with her movements, her white-stockinged legs moving as if treading on thin ice, her noble, pristine white skin starkly out of place in the filthy environment.
Mom's fingertips lightly gripped the edge of the cabinets, afraid to touch the grease.
The refrigerator was a similarly disorganized mess. A few eggs and a bag of noodles lay forlornly in a corner, the fridge crammed with expired food, several cans of beer, and leftover takeout. A complex odor filled the air, causing Xia Ling, accustomed to a refined lifestyle, to frown.
She retrieved a relatively clean pot from the cupboard, her slender fingers turning on the tap. The icy water washing over her delicate fingertips sent a shiver down her spine—these hands, meant for signing million-dollar contracts at the negotiating table, were now washing a pot.
Placing the pot on the stove, Xia Ling carefully lifted her skirt with her other hand, leaning back slightly to avoid smearing the grease on her white stockings. Those beautiful legs, which should have been resting on a leather chair, were now forced to walk back and forth on the greasy floor, her white stockings taut, each touch of her high heels making her fear of slipping.
The water boiled, and Mom placed the noodles into the pot. Steam rose, and she took a step back. However, the lace trim of her white apron was still damp, clinging to her dress and making the scene even more alluring.
Mom gently stirred the noodles with chopsticks, her brow slightly furrowed, clearly still adjusting to her maid role.
Just then, a childish voice suddenly rang out behind her: "Tsk tsk, Sister Xia looks so beautiful."
Mom turned sharply and found Wang Xiong standing behind her, his greedy eyes roaming over her, his gaze traveling from her white-stockinged legs upwards, over her firm breasts, and finally settling on her face.
"Sister Xia," Wang Xiong took a step forward, his voice filled with undisguised desire, "you know, you look especially tempting right now, wearing a maid outfit and high heels, cooking in the kitchen, this image… tsk tsk…"
Mom wanted to back away, but behind her was the stove where the noodles were cooking.
The short Wang Xiong continued to approach, one step, two steps, until the hem of Mom's apron was pressed against the edge of the stove. The smell of tobacco and sweat emanating from Wang Xiong made Mom wrinkle her nose.
"The noble CEO Xia, now dressed as a maid making breakfast in my house," Wang Xiong stretched out his rough hand, stroking Mom's apron. "The contrast is incredible!"
His hand moved up the apron, climbing to Mom's high, firm breasts.
His palm pressed against her breasts through the fabric of the dress, his fingers spread wide. Although Wang Xiong couldn't fully grasp Mom's breasts with one hand, with his fingers pressing down, Mom still felt an uncomfortable pressure.
"No...don't do this!"
Mom's voice trembled. She wanted to push Wang Xiong away, but she was afraid he would cause trouble for her at school.
Her high heels lost their balance on the greasy floor, forcing her to grab the stove for support. Her slender, white hands were already pressed against the countertop, allowing her to barely regain her footing.
"Sister Xia, the more you resist, the more excited I get…"
Wang Xiong's hand squeezed Xia Ling's breast forcefully through the thin fabric, while he stood on tiptoe, gazing at her pale face, his lewd voice laced with hot breath.
"Sister Xia's breasts… feel so good…"
Just then, the noodles in the pot suddenly overflowed, splashing hot water onto the stove!
"No… I'm cooking noodles…"
Xia Ling quickly turned around, her back to Wang Xiong, trying to turn off the stove. However, this very turn gave Wang Xiong an even greater opportunity!
"Don't rush, Sister Xia, the noodles can wait…"
Wang Xiong suddenly stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Xia Ling's waist from behind. His short body pressed against her back, and his other hand casually pressed against her white-stockinged legs, gently caressing her skin through the stockings.
"The noodles can wait, but I can't wait any longer."
At that moment, Xia Ling felt a chill run down her spine.