That night, I tossed and turned again, finally falling asleep after what seemed like an eternity.
But even in my sleep, I couldn't sleep soundly. My usually dignified and elegant female CEO mother was forced by Wang Xiong to display her beautiful legs in stockings and to read those lewd comments. What pained me even more was that while reading the comments, her long, slender legs, encased in ultra-thin black stockings, were nervously crossing and rubbing together under the desk, as if resisting something, yet also yearning for something…
In my dream, Xia Ling's image kept shifting: sometimes she was the decisive and efficient female CEO of Lingya Group, sometimes she was a pitiful woman bowing and scraping before Wang Xiong; various scenes repeated themselves, and finally, even Wang Xiong's repulsive face appeared!
"Ah—"
I screamed and sat bolt upright in bed. I was covered in cold sweat. Looking at the time, it was already 6:30 in the morning. Morning light filtered through the curtains into the bedroom, but my heart was far from at ease.
As the female CEO of Lingya Group, Xia Ling always woke up earlier than me, a miserable high school student. When I came downstairs after washing up, she was already seated at the head of the dining table, elegantly sipping her coffee while dealing with work emails on her tablet.
Xia Ling maintained her usual CEO image, wearing a beige silk blouse paired with a dark gray suit and slim-fitting trousers. Beneath the trousers were a pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, her slender ankles peeking out from between the trousers and slippers. Her stockinged feet were casually tucked into the slippers, their gentle sway unintentionally exuding a seductive allure.
"You're up?"
Xia Ling habitually glanced up at me, but quickly looked away the moment our eyes met. In that evasive look, there seemed to be the shame and guilt from last night's video-based "training."
My heart sank even further. I hurriedly ate a few bites of breakfast, grabbed my backpack, and headed to school.
Before leaving, I glanced back at Xia Ling at the dining table—she was intently working, head down, the aroma of coffee making her dignified and elegant figure appear even more refined.
However, I knew that beneath this outwardly dignified exterior, Xia Ling was enduring unimaginable torment and humiliation.
…
The driver dropped me off at the school gate as usual. Just as I stepped into the campus, I heard a nauseating laugh behind me.
"Brother Xiong, you're amazing! You actually got Xiaowei's mom to come to your house, and you even took a bath together!" Cobra's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "So, while we were all studying like mad in the classroom yesterday morning, you were having a romantic time with Xiaowei's mom at home!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Fatty chimed in, "You even made Xiaowei's mom take a bath wearing stockings, and made her lean against the wall with her ass sticking out so you could fuck her! That was incredible! I've watched that video so many times. Every time I see President Xia pinned against the wall by you, those trembling, fleshy legs in stockings, I can't help but ejaculate!"
"Who told Xiaowei to punch me?" Wang Xiong said smugly. "When your son makes a mistake, of course Xia Ling has to make up for it! But seriously, you guys don't know how sensitive Xiaowei's mom is. Those stockinged feet of hers, I can't even touch them! I found out it's all thanks to Xiaowei's dad's training back then. He made her wear all sorts of stockings and high heels to cultivate her sensitivity to them. Who knew his dad would die so young, and I got lucky, hahaha!"
Hearing their conversation, my heart sank—could the video title be real?
"The Elegant Female CEO's Bathroom Training? A Full Record of Trembling, Orgasmic Legs in Stockings..."
Although I overheard Xia Ling and Wang Xiong's video call last night, I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I was still deceiving myself that it was all fake. But now, I had to accept this cruel reality.
Xia Ling really did go to Wang Xiong's house yesterday, and she even took off all her clothes, wearing only stockings, and took a bath with him!
"Brother Xiong, did you see the comments under that video?" Cobra continued. "A lot of people are asking if Xiaowei's mom's legs are really that sensitive. When you touched her stockings, did she really tremble? And so many people are urging for more! The popularity has exploded!"
"Of course it's true," Wang Xiong's smile became even more lewd. "You see, those people in the comments are right. No matter how aloof a woman acts on the surface, she's a slut who needs to be disciplined at heart. Last night during the video call, I showed her those comments, and guess what?"
"What happened?" Fatty and Cobra asked impatiently.
"She was writhing around while reading the comments, denying it verbally, but she was already aroused! I bet after hanging up, Xiaowei's mom went to masturbate, hahahahaha!"
My heart sank heavier, humiliation and anger surging up. Their insults to Xia Ling weren't the most crucial thing; the most crucial thing was that it was all because of me! If I hadn't impulsively punched Wang Xiong earlier, maybe yesterday's events would never have happened! Xia Ling wouldn't be forced to go to Wang Xiong's house, wouldn't be forced to take a bath with him wearing stockings, and certainly wouldn't be filmed by Wang Xiong and posted online…
Thinking of this, I felt even more guilty and unconsciously quickened my pace.
However, it seemed Wang Xiong and his gang were doing it on purpose. As I quickened my pace, they followed closely, continuing their vulgar language in a voice I could hear.
"By the way, Xiong-ge, I remember you said in the group last night what gift you were going to give Xiaowei's mother today?" Fatty suddenly asked.
"Hehe, I've already placed the order. Same-city delivery, it'll arrive today." Wang Xiong's voice was full of anticipation. "I really want to see Sister Xia's expression when she receives the gift. I'm going to train her step by step, arouse her desires step by step, and finally turn her into a slut who loves to suck dicks…"
I lowered my head and walked quickly towards the classroom, their laughter still echoing in my ears.
My noble and elegant female CEO mother was slowly falling into the abyss, and I, her cowardly son, could do nothing but run away. Entering the classroom, I saw my classmates huddled in small groups, whispering amongst themselves. Some lowered their voices as soon as they saw me, but their deliberate gestures and meaningful glances told me what they were talking about.
Xia Ling, that elegant female CEO, had become the hottest topic in the class.
I had barely settled into my seat when Wang Xiong and Cobra walked in, immediately surrounded by a group of excited classmates.
"Don't rush, don't rush, I know what you want to ask, take your time."
Wang Xiong, looking smug, sat arrogantly in his seat, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.
"Brother Xiong, I heard you video chat with Xiaowei's mother every night? That female CEO of Lingya Group?" a quiet-looking boy asked curiously.
"That's a must," Wang Xiong said smugly, raising his chin. "Every night I video call to check what stockings she's wearing—black? nude? white? Sometimes, if I'm in a good mood, I'll have her pose for me."
"What poses, Xiong-ge?" Cobra chuckled lewdly.
"For example…" Wang Xiong lowered his voice, "making her lift her skirt, making her use her stockinged feet to pick up her shoes, making her change stockings and do some other things. Anyway, Xiao Wei's mom is incredibly obedient; after all, she's my girlfriend!"
A collective gasp rippled through the room as Wang Xiong spoke. Several people glanced furtively in my direction. I could only lower my head and pretend to read, my hands gripping the pages tightly.
"Oh, by the way, Xiong Ge," a boy asked, "Didn't you go to Lingya Group for an internship? How's things going with that Director Shang Yan? Did you manage to win her over? She's a real beauty in the photos, with a great figure and great style, no less than Xiao Wei's mother."
Mentioning Shang Yan, Wang Xiong's expression darkened slightly: "That woman is definitely difficult to deal with, like she's on fire. She gave me a hard time as soon as I arrived, but…" He gave a wicked smile, "Even the most arrogant woman, deep down, is just someone who hasn't met a man who can tame her. Sooner or later, I'll make her as obedient as Xiao Wei's mother."
"Really?" the fat guy chimed in, "That Director Shang Yan, even more aloof than Xiao Wei's mother?"