The steam in the bathroom grew thicker, and a thick layer of fog accumulated on the mirror.
Hearing this, Mom's tense body relaxed slightly, her elegant shoulders softened, and her silk-stockinged legs gradually relaxed in the water, the semi-transparent stockings appearing and disappearing in the ripples, outlining her perfect leg lines.
However, in this brief moment of tranquility, Wang Xiong's eyes suddenly deepened.
His hand, swift as a venomous snake, plunged into the water, grabbing Xia Ling's silk-stockinged foot. His rough palm, through the soaking stockings, wantonly caressed her delicate, sensitive sole, savoring the uniquely slippery feel of the stockings.
"Ah... um..." Xia Ling's gasp was tinged with an uncontrollable tremor.
Instinctively, she tried to pull her foot back, her slender legs struggling in the water, splashing water everywhere. However, her beautiful, silk-stockinged foot was held firmly by Wang Xiong, unable to move.
The warm water swayed with her struggles, the splashing sound echoing in the small bathroom. The splashing water dampened the edge of the bathtub, leaving streaks on the tiles. In the hazy steam, Xia Ling's delicate cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistening with tears of shame, anger, and helplessness.
"That's wonderful, Sister Xia..."
In the bathtub, Wang Xiong and Xia Ling faced each other. He held Xia Ling's already soaked, flesh-colored feet in his hands, caressing them gently.
His fingers, through the stockings, slid back and forth along Xia Ling's graceful arches. The warm water rippled gently with his movements, making the stockings even more slippery, clinging tightly to her fair skin.
"Sister Xia's feet are so beautiful..." Wang Xiong said, pressing his fingertips firmly against her sensitive soles. "I noticed it last time in the office, when you were giving me a footjob while wearing stockings. Sister Xia is particularly sensitive to stockings."
"No...don't say that..."
Xia Ling bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She slightly wiggled her feet, trying to break free, but each movement caused the warm water to surge, the stockings rubbing against her skin, bringing her an indescribable, strange sensation.
Wang Xiong's fingers moved nimbly in the water, sometimes gently stroking Xia Ling's instep, sometimes pressing firmly on the soles of her feet. The warm water washed over her stockings with his movements, sending tingling sensations through her legs.
"What, you don't want to admit it?" Wang Xiong grinned mischievously, his fingers suddenly increasing pressure as he began to knead her toes. "Remember those 30D stockings you wore that day? These today..." His fingers grazed the surface of the stockings, feeling the even more slippery texture in the water, "They feel like 20D? Sister Xia really knows her stuff."
"Ah...no..." Xia Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her long, shapely legs in stockings trembling slightly in the rippling water. Wang Xiong's fingers were now sliding upwards along her ankles, caressing the beautiful lines of her calves through the wet stockings.
"Sister Xia is so sensitive, it's not like..." Wang Xiong deliberately lowered his voice, looking at Xia Ling with malicious intent, "You like to masturbate in stockings at home, don't you? I see you wear pantyhose every day, and the other day in your car, I even saw several spare pairs of stockings..."
"You...you shouldn't talk nonsense!" Xia Ling retorted in shame and indignation, but couldn't hide the panic in her voice.
She turned her head away, trying to avoid Wang Xiong's burning gaze, but her ears were already red as if they were about to bleed. The warm water in the bathtub rippled with her movements, making her stockinged legs even more alluring.
Wang Xiong's fingers continued to play with Xia Ling's stockinged feet in the water, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, each touch making her body tremble slightly.
Amidst the rippling water, her stockinged feet helplessly endured the boy's caresses, while the warm water constantly washed over her sensitive skin, bringing wave after wave of irresistible pleasure. "Really? Then why is Sister Xia always so concerned about her stockinged feet?" Wang Xiong suddenly pinched the sole of her foot hard. "In the office, and in the parking lot…"
"Ugh…" Mom couldn't help but let out a soft moan, then bit her lip in shame and indignation.
Her hands gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, her knuckles turning white. At this moment, she was like a butterfly trapped in water, trembling under the boy's control.
Wang Xiong stroked Mom's stockinged feet for a while, then gently lowered them, slowly standing up from the bathtub, reaching out to Mom from above: "Sister Xia, get up."
"You… what are you going to do…"
Mom tilted her head back, instinctively shrinking back, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Of course, it's about doing something fun…" Wang Xiong's lips curled into a sly smile as he stroked his thick, serpentine penis. "Sister Xia…you understand what I mean, right?"
"No…no!" Although her expression was fearful, Mom still forced a refusal. "You…you said you wouldn't come in!"
Wang Xiong smiled again, his voice softening. "Of course I won't come in. Besides, aren't there stockings protecting me outside? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't."
"Then…what do you want to do?" Mom asked again.
"I'll just rub against them from the outside, I won't go in," Wang Xiong said.
Mom then glanced down at her body in the water. The thin stockings covering her legs, while offering a sense of security, seemed utterly vulnerable against a fickle thug like Wang Xiong.
Wang Xiong's gaze roamed brazenly over Xia Ling's shapely legs in the water, a playful smile playing on his dark face. Though short in stature, the glint in his eyes sent a chill down Xia Ling's spine.
"If you don't behave, I'll keep playing with Sister Xia's stockinged feet," he said threateningly. "Did you enjoy that?"
"I...I understand..." Thinking of the tingling sensation on her stockinged feet, Xia Ling's voice trembled, her legs involuntarily weakening. "You have to promise not to come in."
"Don't worry, Sister Xia, I mean it." Wang Xiong held out a hand, his rough palm contrasting sharply with her fair skin. "Be careful not to slip; the bathtub is slippery."
Xia Ling hesitated for a moment, then took his hand.
The smooth surface of the bathtub was covered in water droplets, forcing Xia Ling to carefully maintain her balance. Her soaked stockings clung to her long, slender legs, every movement fraught with caution. A rough, warm heat emanated from Wang Xiong's hand, a sensation that involuntarily reminded her of the shameful feeling of being toyed with earlier.
Their figures were reflected in the misty mirror. Xia Ling's tall, fair figure contrasted sharply with Wang Xiong's dark, thin frame. Her shoulders almost reached his head, yet she was completely under his control.
"Turn around," Wang Xiong's voice suddenly deepened, carrying an unyielding command. His gaze lingered on Xia Ling's wet, stockinged legs. "Put your hands against the wall."
Xia Ling bit her lip and slowly turned.
The warm water in the bathtub rippled with her movement, reflecting her graceful figure. Water droplets slid down the curves of her smooth back, her fair skin gleaming under the bathroom light, creating a stark contrast with Wang Xiong's dark arms behind her.
She could feel Wang Xiong's hot breath on her back; the incongruity created by the height difference intensified her shame.
Wang Xiong urged, "Hurry up, Sister Xia."
Mom trembled as she braced her hands against the wall, her fingertips touching the cold tiles.
This position made her feel incredibly ashamed, especially knowing that Wang Xiong was standing right behind her.
The steam swirled around her, as if gently enveloping her, yet it also made her more acutely aware of her predicament.
The water in the bathtub rippled gently with their movements. Mom could feel Wang Xiong's hand slowly moving upwards along her silk-stockinged legs; the rough touch seeped through the wet stockings, making her tremble slightly.