"Heh..." Wang Xiong said disdainfully, "Didn't Xiaowei's mother act all high and mighty back then? Remember the day she came to school last week? And that time at the internet cafe? She even slapped me then, thinking she could act all high and mighty just because she's a female CEO. And what happened? Now she obediently shows me her stockings every night, doesn't she? That slut Shang Yan, no matter how high and mighty she acts, she's still a whore who needs to be disciplined. She'll end up like Xiaowei's mother sooner or later."
"So, Xiong-ge, how are you going to handle her?"
"One at a time," Wang Xiong said confidently. "First, we'll train Xiaowei's mother to be completely submissive. Speaking of which..." He suddenly raised his voice, deliberately glancing in my direction, "Do you guys know where Xiaowei's mother's most sensitive spot is?"
"Where? Where?" The people around were impatient, all ears perked up.
"It's her feet, and the inside of her thighs! Especially when she's wearing stockings, the effect is doubled!" Wang Xiong leered, glancing at the crowd. "Just a light touch on her feet through the stockings, and she can't help but tremble. Yesterday I made her take off all her clothes except for the stockings while we took a bath. When I touched her feet, she was dripping wet...hehe."
After Wang Xiong finished speaking, a burst of lewd laughter erupted in the classroom. They laughed while brazenly casting glances at me, while I could only lower my head, feeling cold all over. Xia Ling's noble and elegant image became increasingly shattered amidst the group's discussions.
"So, Brother Xiong, have you thought about how to continue training Xiao Wei's mother?" Cobra asked, leaning closer. "Give us a hint, brothers."
"Of course, it'll be gradual, don't worry, hehe..."
"Right, right, and we'll take Director Shang down too!" Fatty added.
"Take it slow," Wang Xiong said with a sinister smile. "I'll deal with that slut after I've trained Xiao Wei's mother to be completely obedient. But to be honest, Shang Yan's legs in black stockings are truly top-notch. Compared to Xiao Wei's mother, they're each beautiful in their own way!"
"Really?" Cobra asked lewdly. "So, Xiong-ge, what are you going to do with Shang Yan after you've got her?"
"How else?" Wang Xiong said with a lewd grin. "Just like training Xiao Wei's mother. First, I'll make her wear stockings for me to see, then slowly play with her. The ultimate goal is to make her my sex slave, just like Xiao Wei's mother."
A burst of lewd laughter filled the classroom.
Someone suddenly shouted, "Xiao Wei, tell me, whose legs are sexier, your mother's or Director Shang Yan's?"
I couldn't listen anymore. I jumped up and stormed out of the classroom.
A burst of laughter erupted behind me, and someone shouted, "Hey, Xiaowei, your mom's video chatting with Xiong-ge tonight, want to watch too?"
I ran to the restroom at the end of the corridor, dry heaved into the sink, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Xia Ling had to endure this humiliation to protect me and the company, and I, her cowardly son, could do nothing but hide in the restroom and cry…
From morning until noon, Wang Xiong would seize any opportunity to talk loudly in class, his topics always revolving around Xia Ling and Aunt Shang, his words becoming increasingly vulgar.
In the afternoon, Wang Xiong disappeared, and his cronies, especially Cobra and Fatty, would wink and whisper that Wang Xiong was at Lingya Group again, probably with two women on either side, and that Xia Ling and Director Shang were in for trouble.
But I could only pretend not to hear, head down, staring at my book, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
…
Lingya Group, underground warehouse.
Wang Xiong, wearing gloves, moved between the shelves, his wrinkled clothes already soaked with sweat. Moving, organizing, sorting, and numbering—it was all his work. An Rou had intended to send a few more people, but Shang Yan refused, specifically ordering Wang Xiong to do it all alone, not allowing him to leave until it was finished.
To be transferred to Shang Yan's side as an assistant, he had no choice but to follow Xia Ling's instructions and work diligently at the grassroots level for a few days. At this moment, he had been organizing boxes of stockings for two hours, exhausted and panting like a blower.
"Damn it, that bitch Shang Yan, don't be afraid of her causing trouble now," Wang Xiong cursed as he moved the boxes, "Wait until I become an assistant, then see how I make the list."
Just as he finished moving the last box, Shang Yan's voice came from the temporary office: "Wang Xiong, come here."
That cold voice was extremely penetrating, carrying an air of superior authority.
"Damn…that slut wants my big cock again?"
Wang Xiong wiped the sweat from his brow, muttered a curse under his breath, and then dragged his reluctant steps toward the office.
The moment he pushed open the door, a scent mixed with perfume and a faint floral fragrance wafted out, instantly captivating him. Inside the office, Shang Yan and An Rou were both present; their contrasting auras made the room feel both cold and gentle.
Shang Yan sat languidly in her leather office chair, her posture exuding an air of superior elegance. Today, she wore a sharply tailored smoky gray haute couture suit, its lines perfectly fitting her figure, outlining her slender yet curvaceous silhouette.
The pearl-white silk blouse she wore underneath shimmered delicately under the light, and a champagne-colored silk scarf was casually knotted at the collar, adding a touch of style. Her long, slender legs were crossed, encased in pearly gray stockings that were taut and straight. The stockings reflected a soft glow under the fluorescent lights, adding a hazy, ethereal quality to her figure.
Her black patent leather high heels, with heels a full ten centimeters high, made a crisp sound with each gentle sway, like an invisible tap on the nerves.
In stark contrast to Shang Yan's cold beauty stood An Rou beside her.
She wore a light pink dress, the skirt soft and light, stopping just above her knees, revealing a section of her beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, their lines graceful and flowing. Her nude high heels, only seven centimeters high, were both dignified and elegant, highlighting her gentle and charming temperament. Her attire, without excessive embellishment, exuded a warm, spring-like approachability, like a friendly older sister next door.
"You're here?" Shang Yan spoke coldly, her tone carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Stand still."
"Yes, Director Shang..."
Seeing the stunningly beautiful Shang Yan, Wang Xiong's Adam's apple bobbed, but he disliked her haughty attitude. Shang Yan leaned back in her office chair, her long fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound, as if counting down.
"How many days have you been at Lingya?" she asked coldly, her tone exuding an undeniable pressure.
"Four days..." Wang Xiong answered softly, his eyes occasionally lingering on the two women's stockinged legs.
"Four days?"
Shang Yan sneered, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She then adjusted her posture, subtly shifting the angle of her crossed legs. The pearly gray stockings stretched taut and smooth against her legs, rustling softly with each movement.
"So, do you think you can do this job? If not, get out of here as soon as possible."
Wang Xiong quickly replied in a humble voice, "I can, I definitely can."
Although he said this, he was already imagining himself being transferred to Shang Yan's side. As long as he could get close, things would be easier. The higher the position and power of someone, the more likely they were to have fatal weaknesses!
His gaze involuntarily drifted to Shang Yan's long, slender legs in stockings. The pearly gray stockings shimmered softly under the light, perfectly outlining the beautiful lines of her calves and ankles. Her ten-centimeter high heels further accentuated her sharp and unapproachable aura.
"Staring at my stockings again, you little rascal, you're such a pervert, huh?"
Shang Yan keenly noticed Wang Xiong's gaze. A mocking smile played on her lips. She then lifted her leg, as if deliberately enticing him, and gently wiggled the toe of her shoe. The patent leather reflected a cold light, making her stockinged feet appear even more alluring.
"Alright, you've been here four days. Even though you're an intern, you should know the rules. Since you belong to the Boutique Marketing Department under my Marketing Center, and An Rou is your direct supervisor… then tell me, what are the different series of Lingya stockings? What are their characteristics?"