"What did you say?" Xia Ling asked incredulously.
Wang Xiong's gaze was fixed on Xia Ling, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you hear me? I'll say it again: kneel down and apologize to me."
As a high-ranking female CEO, it was always Xia Ling who gave orders. But now, in her own office, Wang Xiong sat in her own leather office chair, and she stood before him obediently, dressed in the short skirt, stockings, and high heels he had specified.
What did Xia Ling look like at this moment? An employee? A plaything? Or perhaps a doll that Wang Xiong could manipulate at will?
"Wang Xiong," Mom said, trying to keep her voice calm as she looked down at the boy sitting in the chair, "There are some things we can talk about."
"Bang!" Wang Xiong slammed his fist on Mom's thick desk, his voice becoming even more serious. "Kneel down! Don't make me say it a third time! If you want to keep your current life."
Wang Xiong's words made Mom's proud body tremble involuntarily. Her carefully drawn red lips pressed tightly together, a hint of undisguised humiliation and resentment flashing in her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her light-colored pencil skirt, the fine fabric wrinkling finely at her fingertips.
Slowly, Mom began to bend her knees. Her beautiful legs, encased in stockings, became even more taut with the kneeling posture. The fine lines of the semi-transparent fabric appeared on the surface, and through the gossamer-thin stockings, one could vaguely see the fair and delicate skin of Mom's legs beneath.
First, her right knee touched the ground. As her knee gradually touched the carpet, the 30D sheer stockings rustled against the thick carpet, creating a soft, rustling sound. The soft carpet's touch penetrated the thin stockings to her skin, causing her to tremble slightly, whether from the cold or shame, it was unclear.
Next, her left knee slowly knelt down as well. The heel of her high heel rested firmly beneath her buttocks. She instinctively brought her ankles together, her stocking-clad feet resting perfectly in her 10cm nude patent leather heels. Even at this moment, the soles were spotless, her feet tracing a beautiful arc behind her.
Seeing her finally kneel, Wang Xiong's lips curled into a smug smile. He moved his office chair closer to her, lowered his head, and looked down at her.
"Very good, that's more like it…" Wang Xiong reached out, his dirty fingers gently stroking Xia Ling's hair. "Now kowtow to me, let me see Sister Xia's sincerity."
Xia Ling knelt on the ground, unconsciously raising her chin slightly. When she met Wang Xiong's gaze, her eyes were filled with humiliation, yet she was powerless to resist.
"Slap—"
Xia Ling slowly leaned forward, her forehead touching Wang Xiong's feet. This movement forced her to shift her weight forward, causing her stockinged thighs to taut even more, and the heels of her high heels to sway gently with her kowtow. Light streamed in from the French windows, casting a pitiful shadow of Xia Ling kneeling.
Wang Xiong's gaze lingered on Xia Ling's kneeling, shapely legs in stockings, observing them from different angles, from her slender ankles to her taut calves, and then to her slightly trembling thighs. He noticed the fine lines on the surface of her stockings caused by the stretching, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He seemed to particularly enjoy the feeling of controlling Xia Ling at will.
"Sister Xia, apologize." Wang Xiong sat in his office chair, raised one foot, and stomped his dirty sneaker sole directly on Xia Ling's head. "You have at least three things to apologize for."
"Wang…Wang Xiong…"
Maintaining this kneeling position was already incredibly humiliating for Xia Ling. Now, Wang Xiong was even using his dirty shoe to trample on her carefully styled hair. With her proud head under his foot, Xia Ling could no longer bear it, and her anger erupted.
"Don't push your luck!"
"Oh? Sister Xia isn't used to it yet? It's alright, you'll get used to it eventually." Wang Xiong smiled, his foot pressing down slightly on Xia Ling's head, the filthy sole grinding back and forth. "I'll let you get up after you finish your apology. Otherwise, you can keep kneeling. Let's see how long you can maintain this position."
Time passed, and Xia Ling remained kneeling on the ground, kneeling, while Wang Xiong sat in her office chair, one foot firmly pressing down on her proud head.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, her soft voice drifted from beneath Wang Xiong's feet: "I...I shouldn't have slapped you in public..."
Hearing her voice, Wang Xiong smiled and nodded. "Hmm, that's the first one. What about the other two?"
Kneeling on the ground, her buttocks bulged perfectly in her pencil skirt. As she spoke, her voice trembled even more.
"I...I shouldn't have had your father's club shut down..."
"Heh, Sister Xia, this really needs to be settled. You shut down my father's club, so I'll make sure you can't hold a press conference. A tit-for-tat, right?" Wang Xiong's eyes grew increasingly sinister. "And the third one?"
Xia Ling's body trembled even more violently as she lay on the ground. With each step Wang Xiong took on her head, the dirty dust from his shoes shook off, seeping into her cascading hair.
Half a minute later, Mom's voice trembled as she said, "I...I don't know."
"Don't know?" Wang Xiong pressed harder on her head, saying, "Then I'll tell you for you. You shouldn't have resisted me, you shouldn't have disobeyed me, understand?"
"Yes..."
Mom's voice was barely audible. At this moment, the pride of the female CEO had been shattered. The young man sitting in the office chair, stepping on her head, had become someone she could no longer resist.
"Say it again."
Mom's voice choked with sobs: "I...I shouldn't have resisted you, I shouldn't...disobey you."
At this point, Wang Xiong pressed further: "Who...am I?"
"Wang...Wang Xiong..." Mom said, her voice trembling.
"You think you can just call me whatever you want?" Wang Xiong roared. "Call me Brother Xiong!"
"Brother...Brother Xiong..." Mom was almost crying.
"Ah, that's more like it."
Wang Xiong smiled, finally removing his foot, clad in a dirty sneaker, from Xia Ling's head.
Then, Xia Ling slowly raised herself, a few strands of hair falling as she moved. The sound of her stockings rubbing against the carpet was particularly clear in the quiet office. She instinctively tried to stand up, but upon seeing Wang Xiong's face, she froze. She realized that Wang Xiong had no intention of letting her go…
"Don't rush to get up, Sister Xia. How does it feel to kowtow to a little brat like me?"
Wang Xiong leaned forward in his chair, gently lifting Xia Ling's chin with his fingers.
Xia Ling's carefully applied eyeliner was slightly smudged, and her watery eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions: stubbornness, anger, resentment, humiliation…
Yet it was precisely this look in Xia Ling's eyes that intrigued Wang Xiong even more.
Mom knew that to get Wang Xiong to stop, she could only try to agree with him for now. She had to endure the humiliation before she could think of a solution.
"Wang Xiong…Brother Xiong…" Realizing her mistake, Mom quickly changed her address, "I…I was wrong."
"Of course you were wrong, you were so wrong!" Wang Xiong lifted Mom's chin slightly, keeping her in this humiliating, upward-looking posture. "If you had listened to me from the beginning, none of this would have happened. My dad's club wouldn't have been shut down, Susan wouldn't have bothered you, and you could have held your press conferences as usual, continuing to be your elegant female CEO."
"Yes…"
No matter what Wang Xiong said, Mom could only endure it now.
Then, Wang Xiong finally stopped, leaning back in Mom's office chair: "Come on, use your beautiful feet in stockings to step on my penis and give me a footjob. Let me see the sincerity of your apology."