Wang Xiong continued to erode Mom's pride: "Last time you wore those stockings to give me a footjob, your panties were soaked! And you said your sensitive spots weren't on your feet?"
"No...no, that's not true."
Mom still wouldn't admit it, just standing there, head down, staring at the stove, her hands hesitant to move.
Wang Xiong continued rubbing Mom's clitoris, reminding her, "Sister Xia, add salt."
Hearing this, Mom belatedly grabbed a packet of salt and added it to the bowl little by little.
Her hands were already trembling with nervousness, and with Wang Xiong constantly rubbing her clitoris from behind, Mom's body became even more sensitive, making it impossible to control herself.
"Don't put in too much, Sister Xia, if you put in too much, you'll have to eat it yourself."
Wang Xiong reminded her while rubbing Mom's clitoris.
"Hmm..."
Mom carefully added salt, afraid of putting in too much. Gradually, she felt Wang Xiong's hand seem to withdraw from between her legs, and his movements behind her ceased.
Mom breathed a slight sigh of relief. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she quickly added a little chicken bouillon to the bowl, then picked up a strainer to scoop out the noodles—the scalding steam hit her face, forcing her to bend slightly and shift her weight forward.
Just then, Mom suddenly felt a burning sensation on her inner thigh.
"The noodles...the noodles are overcooked..." Mom said in a trembling voice.
"Don't worry, it won't..." Wang Xiong's voice seemed to have become a little hoarse.
Mom bit her lip, enduring the strange sensation on her leg, but finally couldn't help turning around to look. The next second, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Ah!"
Wang Xiong had actually pulled down his pants, his thick, dark penis fully erect, the purplish-red glans constantly secreting fluid, rubbing back and forth against the inside of Xia Ling's white-stockinged thighs!
"What's wrong, Sister Xia?" Wang Xiong, his penis erect, looked up at Xia Ling with a wicked grin. "Are the noodles too hot? Do you want me to help you get them?"
"Ugh...you..." Xia Ling turned her face away, her teeth clenched. "You've gone too far!"
"Is this too far?" Wang Xiong grabbed Xia Ling's buttocks, rubbing his penis back and forth between her thighs. "Ugh...so smooth...so good..."
Feeling the burning heat on her inner thighs, Wang Xiong became even more excited, his thick penis rubbing back and forth, the hard glans thrusting repeatedly, the fluid overflowing from the urethral opening smearing all over Xia Ling's legs!
And just then, Xia Ling seemed to finally lose control.
Her slender, graceful body suddenly turned, her delicate arms forcefully shoving Wang Xiong away, her voice filled with unprecedented anger: "Enough!"
Wang Xiong staggered back a few steps from this sudden resistance, but quickly regained his balance.
He raised his ugly face, his large penis erect, and squinted at Xia Ling with narrowed eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Oh? Sister Xia, are you angry? What, trying to defy me?"
Xia Ling looked down at this short, ugly high school student. She should have adopted the authority of a female CEO, using this anger to say something, but at that moment, the past of Zhang Ming's arson case, and her own situation at school, seemed to resurface in her mind.
These heavy shackles instantly crushed her stubbornness; all her momentum dissipated like a punctured balloon.
"No...no, I just..."
Her voice became barely audible, and her elegant posture unconsciously hunched slightly. "Just what?" Wang Xiong approached step by step, his murky gaze brazenly roaming over Xia Ling's body.
From her long, slender legs encased in white stockings, to her slender waist outlined by her maid outfit, finally settling on her flushed face.
He reveled in the thrill of control, watching the once-powerful female CEO grovel before him.
"Just… the noodles are ready, I need to get them out." Xia Ling hastily changed the subject, quickly turning away to escape his repulsive gaze.
Her hands trembled slightly, her movements clumsy as she picked up the chopsticks.
Wang Xiong, however, had no intention of letting her off so easily. He moved closer again, almost pressing his entire body against her back, his penis naturally rubbing between her legs: "What, Sister Xia, you're chickening out already? Where's your earlier bravado?"
Xia Ling bit her lip, enduring the discomfort as she continued what she was doing.
The friction of his penis sent a shiver down Mom's spine. She forced herself to focus on her hands, carefully scooping the noodles from the boiling water with her chopsticks.
"Almost done..." Mom said softly, a hint of pleading in her voice, "Go sit at the table..."
"What's wrong, Sister Xia? Trying to send me away like this?" Wang Xiong's penis thrust upwards, rubbing against Mom's vulva through her white stockings and panties. "Weren't you quite stubborn just now?"
Mom froze, her chopsticks trembling slightly.
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm: "The noodles will clump together if they're left too long, they won't taste good..."
This reason seemed to satisfy Wang Xiong.
He chuckled softly, finally taking a step back: "Fine, then let me see how good Sister Xia's cooking is."
Mom quickly ladled the noodles into a bowl and added a suitable amount of broth.
Although Mom hadn't cooked in years, making a bowl of noodles was still a breeze for her. Her movements were elegant and practiced, as if the earlier unpleasantness had never happened.
"Please..." she said, carrying the bowl of noodles, turning to walk towards the dining room.
Her white lace apron swayed gently with her steps, her stockinged legs moving with small, deliberate steps, as if maintaining a certain distance.
Reaching the dining table, Mom respectfully pulled out a chair and bowed slightly: "Please...please sit."
Wang Xiong watched the scene with satisfaction—a tall, elegant female CEO, now forced to serve him like a maid.
He slowly sat down, his eyes fixed on the alluring figure outlined by Mom's maid outfit.
"Very good," he grinned, "Sister Xia, I like you like this. Keep it up."
Mom lowered her head, gently placing the bowl of noodles in front of him, trying hard to keep her hands from trembling.
Wang Xiong picked up his chopsticks and continued to command, "Stand beside me and serve me."
Hearing this, Mom stiffened slightly.
As the president of Lingya Group, when had she ever stood beside someone like a servant? But thinking of me, thinking of the company's safety, she could only endure the humiliation.
"I...I understand," Mom replied softly, biting her lip, and obediently stood beside him.
She straightened her back, her hands clasped in front of her, like a real maid.
Wang Xiong ate his noodles crudely, slurping them down, splattering soup everywhere, even staining the tablecloth. As he ate, he frequently glanced at Mom standing beside him, his gaze roaming freely over her.
Mom was wearing an extremely short, sexy maid outfit; the skirt barely covered her thighs, revealing her white-stockinged buttocks and crotch. A slightly too-small white lace apron accentuated her slender waist, giving her an aura of both elegance and eroticism.
"Tsk tsk..." Wang Xiong swallowed a mouthful of noodles, saying meaningfully, "Sister Xia, what do you think Shang Yan and her company executives would think if they saw you like this?"
Mom's fingers curled slightly, but she could only maintain a respectful posture, silently enduring this humiliation.
Wang Xiong wolfed down his noodles, wiping his mouth. "The noodles were cooked well, but I feel a bit hot after eating; I'm sweating." He suddenly stood up, leaned close to Mom, and looked up at her. "Go to the bathroom and run me a bath. I'll take good care of you later."
"Wh...what?" Mom looked down at him in disbelief.
Wang Xiong repeated, "Didn't you hear me, Sister Xia? I said, go run me a bath."
Mom instinctively took a step back, blurting out, "This...this is too much...I can tolerate you making me wear this outfit, or cooking noodles for you, but this is absolutely unacceptable!"
"Oh?" Wang Xiong looked at Mom with a half-smile. "You think you still have the right to bargain with me?"
"Wang Xiong," Mom forced herself to calm down, her beautiful legs encased in white stockings trembling slightly, "I know you have something on me, and Xiao Wei was wrong to hit you, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
"Huh?" Wang Xiong tilted his head comically. "Sister Xia, how can you not understand? With evidence, I can do whatever I want."