"No...no!"
Mom's slender, white hands gripped the stove tightly. Behind her stood Wang Xiong's short but fiery body. The heavy stench, mixed with the grime of the kitchen, assaulted her nostrils, almost making her vomit instantly.
"Sister Xia, you cook yours, I won't bother you, hehe..."
Although Wang Xiong said this, his hands didn't stop. One arm encircled Mom's waist, while the other hand traced upwards from her white-stockinged thighs, quickly reaching her pert buttocks.
His dark, dirty palm pressed against Mom's white-stockinged buttocks beneath her maid's skirt. Feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate fabric of the high-end white silk, he instantly became aroused. He spread his fingers and forcefully squeezed and kneaded her silk-stockinged buttocks!
"Mmm...no...no!"
Mom glanced back slightly, biting her lip, her face flushed.
Wang Xiong, while kneading and squeezing Xia Ling's silk-stockinged buttocks, smirked maliciously, "Sister Xia, the soup's about to overflow, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Ugh..."
Xia Ling, enduring the discomfort, turned back to gently stir the noodles in the pot with her chopsticks.
Her long, straight, white-stockinged legs, clad in 10cm heels, struggled to support her body, but under Wang Xiong's close caresses and kneading, her tall figure swayed precariously like a willow in the wind.
Xia Ling continued cooking the noodles, and Wang Xiong continued his caresses.
His dirty hands roamed over Xia Ling's white-stockinged buttocks; it was unclear where the filth on his hands came from, but with just a light squeeze, a deep black handprint was imprinted on her pert white-stockinged buttocks.
Seemingly not satisfied with that, Wang Xiong took a slight step back, his hands sliding down from Xia Ling's waist to her buttocks, one on each side. His hands ravaged her, the soft flesh beneath her stockings oozing out like jelly between his fingers, creating ripples.
"Mmm... Sister Xia's stockinged buttocks are so bouncy..."
Wang Xiong gripped her stockinged buttocks while looking up to see Xia Ling's reaction.
Even from behind, he could see the flush that reached her ears, her earlobes like ripe persimmons, as if they would drip water in a moment.
While cooking the noodles, Mom struggled to control her trembling hands. "The noodles will be ready soon. You...you can wait outside."
"Wait outside?" Wang Xiong chuckled, his hands pausing, but his palms remained pressed against Mom's silk-clad buttocks. "Sister Xia, you're my maid now. Isn't this outfit for serving your master?" His hand slid down her buttocks, caressing her thighs again. "It's always the master who orders the maid, not the other way around! That's defying the natural order!"
Mom took a breath, then lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "I understand..."
Mom knew that everything she had done today was to pay for the punch Wang Xiong had taken. Thinking of the evidence in Zhang Ming's arson case, thinking of my future life at school, Mom had to suppress the humiliation she felt.
Seeing Xia Ling stop resisting, Wang Xiong smiled smugly: "That's more like it... Sister Xia, just be a good girl and listen to me, okay?"
With that, his rough hands continued to caress Xia Ling's silk-stockinged legs, his body slowly lowering as he moved from her thighs down to her calves.
"Sister Xia's legs are absolutely stunning, even more model-like than a model's!"
Wang Xiong was now squatting on the ground, his hands forming circles on either side, gently stroking Xia Ling's white-stockinged calves.
"No wonder these are Lingya Group's high-end stockings, the texture, the sheen... A good horse needs a good saddle, and a beautiful woman naturally needs good stockings, hehehehehehehehe!"
Wang Xiong seemed very proud of his analogy, squatting on the ground stroking her legs while laughing incessantly.
Xia Ling bit her lip tightly, enduring the double blow to her mind and body. She mechanically stirred the noodles in the pot, her eyes fixed on the boiling water, as if this could help her escape reality.
"Tsk tsk..." Wang Xiong's hand continued downwards, suddenly sliding to Xia Ling's ankle. "Amazing, Sister Xia, these silk-clad feet... no matter how many times I see them, they're exquisite!"
At that moment, feeling the rough palm on her ankle, Xia Ling trembled, almost dropping the chopsticks in her hand: "Wang Xiong, you..."
However, Wang Xiong didn't care at all. His hand had already moved from Xia Ling's ankle to the instep of her foot, which was clad in high heels. The high heels created an elegant arc for her silk-clad foot, and his fingertips lightly caressed the instep, the silky touch constantly stirring his heartstrings.
"Mmm...no!"
Xia Ling suddenly lifted her foot, taking a few steps to the side, her face flushing even more, and even her breathing became uneven.
"Hmm? Sister Xia, what are you doing?" Wang Xiong squatted on the floor, looking up at Xia Ling. "Just touching my stockinged feet, why are you so sensitive?"
Xia Ling wanted to project a powerful, CEO-like aura, but in Wang Xiong's house, in this greasy kitchen, she knew she had no power to resist.
She could only suppress her humiliation, her voice pleading, "Don't...don't touch my feet."
"Oh, is that so..." Wang Xiong remained squatting, looking at Xia Ling. "So Sister Xia's sensitive spot really is her feet?"
"No...no."
Xia Ling shook her head slightly, but her lowered head and tightly clenched lips gave the impression of a guilty conscience, indirectly confirming Wang Xiong's suspicions.
"Fine, fine, I won't touch your feet anymore, okay?" Wang Xiong stood up nonchalantly, shrugging. "I said I wouldn't touch your feet, and I mean it. Sister Xia, come quick, or the noodle soup will boil dry."
"Oh…"
Mom couldn't refuse, so she could only weakly lift her beautiful heel slightly and return to the stove to continue cooking the noodles.
Only the sound of boiling water and Wang Xiong's malicious chuckle filled the kitchen.
Mom slightly turned off the heat and began adding seasoning to the bowl. Her slender, white fingers gently unscrewed the seasoning bottle, first pouring a little light soy sauce into the bowl. The dark brown soy sauce drew an arc at the bottom of the bowl, emitting a faint salty aroma.
"Add some dark soy sauce," Wang Xiong instructed from behind Xia Ling. "Without dark soy sauce, the color isn't dark enough."
"The dark soy sauce is…"
As Xia Ling spoke, her slender hand reached for the bottles and jars in the corner of the stove. But at that moment, Wang Xiong suddenly leaned forward and pressed himself against her from behind!
His hand reached out from Xia Ling's waist, past her to grab the dark soy sauce, practically encircling her in his arms.
"Mmm…"
Xia Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her tall figure was forced forward, her white-stockinged legs tensing even more. Her high heels slipped on the greasy floor, forcing her to hold onto the edge of the stove for balance.
"Here, Sister Xia, I'll get it for you."
Wang Xiong handed the dark soy sauce to Xia Ling with one hand, while his other hand slipped under her skirt again, his palm pressing against her white-stockinged buttocks.
"You… stand back a bit…"
Mom tried to break free, but Wang Xiong held her tightly, preventing her from moving.
"Sister Xia, can't take it already?"
Wang Xiong's hand slid down Mom's buttocks to her inner thigh, then his palm turned upside down, his fingertips already touching the alluring crevice between Mom's legs through her white stockings and panties!
"Mmm… no…"
Mom still tried to struggle, but it was all in vain.
Wang Xiong said softly, "Sister Xia, hurry up, if you dawdle any longer, the noodle soup will really boil dry."
Mom didn't say anything more, enduring Wang Xiong's caresses, her hands trembling as she poured dark soy sauce into the bowl, the dark soy sauce almost splashing onto her white maid apron.
"Sister Xia, chop some more garlic…"
Wang Xiong pulled out a few cloves of garlic from somewhere, while his hand, which had been under Xia Ling's skirt, continued its work, his fingertips rubbing against her vulva through her stockings and panties.
"Mmm…you…"
Xia Ling bit her red lips lightly, her body trembling slightly.
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, ''? Are you already aroused? Do you really want it?
"No…no, I don't."
Xia Ling stiffened her body, as if to distract herself, and picked up the garlic cloves, finely chopping them on the cutting board.
Wang Xiong stood behind Xia Ling, one hand on her waist, the other hand reaching under her skirt, teasing her delicate labia through her stockings and panties.
Wang Xiong's voice came from behind again: "Sister Xia, it seems like there's less moisture today than last time…"
"Mmm…"
Suppressing her physical sensitivity, Mom placed the chopped garlic into a bowl.